#bucky barnes smut
duuhrayliegh · 2 days ago
what’s it like
a/n: idk what this is, it’s smut but it was written in pieces and idk if it’s any good, sorry y’all i’m all over the fucking place rn
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      Red wine flowed from your glass into your mouth, swirling enticingly as you gulped down the sweet liquid. You followed the pleasant burn of it as it slipped down your throat.  
“I’m not kidding.” Natasha leaned forward, topping off her own glass with more of Tony’s expensive wine.
“And he just kept going?” Wanda’s mouth dropped open as Natasha giggled while nodding in ascent to her question.
“Had my legs shaking, I swear.” She held up three fingers, “Scout’s honor.”
You laughed, digging your hand into the bowl of Cheetos tucked between your legs. Wanda shook her head, seemingly not believing what Natasha was telling her.
“I didn’t know that Sam had it in him.”
“Wan,” Natasha’s hand landed on Wanda’s knee, “Neither did I. It was almost too much, almost.”
Her voice dropped an octave on the final word, waggling a perfectly sculpted brow at her gaping teammate.
“What?” Natasha stole a few chips from your bowl as she questioned Wanda. “You’ve never had that kind of experience?”
“Mm,” you mumbled behind a mask of Cheetos, “yeah, how’s that work with Vision? I mean, it’s not like he has a—”
“Ah, bup bup.” Wanda cut you off quickly, “Vision knows everything, so he’s very skilled. Apparently not as skilled as Sam, but I mean he’s still learning so…”
Wanda let the statement hang, clinking the body of her glass with Natasha’s. She turned her attention your way, clearly readying herself to ask you a question.
“Well, it’s late, ladies.” They both began to protest, but you simply waved off their remarks. “No, no. I’ve got to get up and, like, be productive tomorrow. Sorry, loves.”
You tapped them both on the shoulders as you passed, dropping your glass off in the sink on your way out of the living room. There wasn’t a single thing that either of them could’ve said to keep you there any longer. Not if that was the topic of conversation. The ‘that’ being sex, of course, because it’s hard to talk about something that you’ve never experienced before.
You trudged back to your room, two floors above the common room. Deciding that you were too lazy to take the stairs, you pushed the button for the private elevators. The ones that Tony made specifically to avoid the other SHIELD agents who worked at the tower on a regular basis.
The railing of the elevator held your weight as it made its climb up the floors. Your eyes slid closed, mind running back to the conversation that you were just a privileged party of. You couldn’t even think of the last time someone took a particular interest in you, much less left you with your legs shaking.
The elevator slowed to a halt, doors opening to reveal a flushed looking Sergeant, your favorite Sergeant. Bucky smiled at you before wiping his brow with the towel that hung over his shoulder. You weren’t particularly good friends with the Sergeant. Not by choice. Honestly, if you had it your way then you two would converse freely, without the worry of judgment by either party.
As you began to prepare yourself for an awkwardly silent ascent alongside Bucky, a hand forced its way into the closing elevator doors. Sam shot a look at Bucky before speaking.
“Dude, I told you to wait for me.”
“You were taking too damn long.”
You snorted, remembering Natasha saying quite the opposite of him. Bucky furrowed his brows at the noise you made, clearly not caring enough to make him question you, though.
“I was not taking too long.” He shifted his bag to his other shoulder as the elevator began to climb again. “I’m just movin’ a bit slower today.”
Bucky grunted, a sound Sam took as a question.
“Super fucking sore from my mission the other day.”
A singular loud laugh escaped your lips, making you slap your hand over your mouth as both men turned to look at you.
“Something amusing, Y/N?”
You looked at your feet, giggling as the doors opened onto the floor your room was on. You slapped Sam’s shoulder as you passed.
“It’s just funny. Natasha was saying something about being sore earlier, as well.”
Sam’s jaw dropped as Bucky whipped his head around to face his friend, eyes wide in shock. You watched as Bucky punched Sam’s bicep before stepping out of the elevator too. He muttered under his breath as he walked to his own room.
“Sore from a mission, my ass.”
No matter how hard Bucky tried, he always got up with the sun. He would love to be someone who could sleep in until the later hours of the morning. He typically found himself lying in bed a few extra minutes, delaying his daily routine as long as he could.
This particular morning it was easier. He had something to think about. Usually, he would be laying there with no thoughts in his head other than the seemingly endless list of names that he needed to make amends with. No, this morning was different.
He was thinking of that damn elevator ride last night. He was kicking himself for not making conversation with Y/N for one floor. With his eyes closed he could recall you perfectly. He thought of the rosy tint to your cheeks and the subtle scent of Tony’s plum wine on your breath. Then he remembered you pushed through him and Sam, your chest just barely grazing the metal of his left arm. The nerve endings that Shuri created for the limb allowing him to feel your nipples through the fabric of your t-shirt.
Great, now he had to deal with his hard-on before he could do anything else.
Bucky couldn’t think straight around you, so he just stayed silent. Not wanting you to see him as a fool, opting for you to think he was standoffish so he could admire you from a safe distance. That’s where he belonged anyway. A safe distance from you. He knows that a relationship would never be something you consider with him. He’s a 106-year-old man for Christ’s sake, what would a twenty-something year-old woman want with him?
He untwisted the lid of his protein container, adding the proper amount to his shaker bottle before dumping the scoop back into the protein jar. He shoved the container into the cabinet on the top shelf, turning back to find you walking into the kitchen. His eyes roamed your figure before stopping dead in his tracks as he registered what you were wearing.
His favorite red henley covered your body, stopping just below your ass cheeks, giving him the show that he didn’t know he needed until this very moment. Your socked feet padded along the kitchen tiles as you gathered the ingredients for what looked like pancakes.
“You going to work out this morning or do you want some pancakes?” You pushed the question out through a yawn. Your eyes closed with the motion, allowing Bucky the opportunity to watch as your nose wrinkled. The freckles decorating your face begging to be traced with little, feather-light kisses.
Bucky watched as you stretched to reach a bowl in one of the high cabinets. Against his better judgment, his eyes dropped to the rising hem of his shirt, lifting just enough to expose the round globes of your ass. The seams of your underwear indented the plush flesh there, letting his mind run wild with the thought of digging his teeth into one of your cheeks.
He turned away from you, cock stirring in his shorts as he leaned his hands against the countertop in front of the sink. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves as he promptly dumped his protein shake down the drain.
“Yeah, I’ll take a few pancakes.” Bucky crossed the kitchen, opening the fridge to pour a glass of orange juice. By that time, you had set about mixing the batter together. Unfortunately, you were standing right in front of the cabinet containing the cups.
There were a few ways that Bucky could navigate this situation. One would be to ask you to hand him the cups from the cabinet directly above your head. The more dangerous option would be to move you himself. The latter offered him the opportunity to feel your supple form through the fabric of his fucking henley. He went with his initial gut reaction. Should he have? Probably not but fuck it.
His right hand cupped the skin of your hip, feeling the slight bulge of skin there. As Bucky leaned forward, he attempted to keep his lower half from pressing into you as much as he could. He truly didn’t want to push any boundaries with you, knowing that you were too damn young for him. That fact didn’t stop his body from reacting to your presence in the most agonizing fashions.
“You know,” his voice barely a whisper as he reached for the cups above your head, “I’ve been looking for that shirt.”
Bucky’s eyes flickered down to your face before turning away from you with two cups in his grasp. He yanked the fridge door open to reach for the orange juice container.
“What’re you talking about?”
He could hear your exhaustion clinging to your words. He decided to push a bit further as he placed the now full glass beside the stove you were working at.
“The henley.” Bucky paused briefly, leaning against the granite countertop opposite you. “More specifically, my henley.”
His head tilted to the side as you dropped your chin against your chest, seemingly taking in the item of clothing on your body. Bucky smiled softly as the bun on top of your head flopped forward with the motion. You turned around to face him quickly, spatula in hand.
“I���m sorry.” He watched as you stuck your arm out, gesturing for him to take the utensil. “I’ll go change really quick. I thought it was Sam’s.”
Bucky stepped forward, his metal hand resting on your wrist and pushing it downwards.
“Would you leave it on if it was?”
He watched the split second of hesitation flash in your eyes.
The word was paired with a slight shrug of your shoulder, and a dip in your mouth making your chin wrinkle in the most adorable way. God, he wanted to just hold your face in his hands and just stare into your eyes for as long as you would let him.
Bucky took another step forward, effectively pinning you against the countertop beside the stove. His eyes locked with yours as he leveled his face to yours. He glanced down at the red fabric covering your torso. He found his fingers bunching the middle of the fabric, pulling it away from your body to roll between his forefinger and thumb.
“Then it’s Sam’s.”
Bucky promptly dropped the fabric and walked away just after the words left his mouth. Again, should he have done that? Probably fucking not, but Bucky’s learned to let himself enjoy the little things in life. Like the way your thighs just clenched together at his close proximity to you.
You sat on the couch, a plush throw blanket covering your legs and a mug of steaming tea in your hand. You trailed your finger on the rim of the cup, mind running back to your latest interaction with Bucky. It wasn’t unusual for you to obsess over your own actions because you were always worried that the other person was going to think you were an asshole. It was rare that you focused so heavily on the actions of your conversation partner, but god damn.
Bucky fucking Barnes.
You might be a twenty-three-year-old virgin, but that man could get it if he wanted it. ‘It’ being your virginity. Any day of the week.
You knew you probably shouldn’t be having thoughts about a man who, for most of the time you’ve known him, has shown you little reason to believe that he was romantically interested in you. Or physically attracted to you, for that matter. Though, you couldn’t deny that you saw a flicker of something behind his eyes in the kitchen a few days back.
He was closer than usual, granting you the privilege of seeing the dark ring of blue circling his irises. You wondered what it would be like to watch his pupils dilate in reaction to something you did.
To watch the subtle twitch of his very controlled emotions because of you.
“Whatcha watchin’, doll?”
You jumped at his voice. The man that’s kept your mind captivated for the past week.
Bucky fucking Barnes.
He settled his large frame on the couch beside you, lifting your legs that were sprawled out on the cushions to sit underneath them. His metal hand laid on your knee above the blanket, but you could feel the palm of it burning your skin.
“I don’t think I’ve seen this one, yet.”
Your eyes never left Bucky’s profile, barely registering that he was still speaking to you.
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
He scooted closer to you, placing his flesh hand on your cheek before dragging it to your forehead. Bucky’s eyes ran over your face, worry dancing across his brow. You snapped from your trance, the back of his palm still pressed against your forehead.
“You run hotter than all of us. Do you think you’d be able to tell if I had a fever that way?”
It came out harsher than you wanted it to. Bucky didn’t seem bothered by your comment, pinning you with a lopsided grin that made your cheeks heat.
“My Ma always checked that way.” He jerked his head to the mounted TV, “Whatcha watchin’?”
“Nothing in particular. Do you want to watch something?”
Bucky shook his head, pulling out his phone and opening the notes app.
“I don’t know, Sam wrote down a bunch of stuff I should watch now that I’m ‘acclimated to society’ or some shit.” He handed you the device, “Anything look appealing to you?”
Yes, you look appealing to me.
“He wants you to watch a rom-com?”
“The fuck’s a rom-com?”
“It’s a romantic comedy.” You reached for the remote. “You okay with that?”
“As long as you pick a good one, dolly, I’m down for anything.” Bucky’s words made you flush, trying to concentrate on finding the movie you thought of.
About thirty minutes into 27 Dresses, you shifted causing the blanket to slip from your calves, exposing your painted toes. A chill ran up your spine at the sudden temperature change, a movement that didn’t go unnoticed by your companion.
“What’s wrong?” His question was immediate.
You waved it off, “Nothing just a chill. Can you cover my feet, please?”
Bucky glanced at your bare feet. “You aren’t wearing socks. You always wear socks.”
The movie was still playing in the background, but you were fully focused on the words leaving Bucky’s mouth.
“I don’t always wear socks.” You stressed the ‘always’ sarcastically because you knew that was a damn lie. “All of mine are in the wash right now, so I’m making do.”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed, scanning your face. He tapped your legs and abruptly left the room.
“Bucky!” You had just managed to get yourself untangled from the blanket wrapped around your legs to pause the movie when Bucky returned.
He held a pair of his own socks in one hand and one of his henley’s thrown over his shoulder. He plopped back onto the sofa beside you. Bucky nodded down to his lap, in which you carefully placed your legs with curious eyes watching on.
Bucky tugged his socks onto your feet then covered your toes with his hands, rubbing them between his palms to create heat from the friction. He refocused on the show after tossing his henley at your face.
“Put it on. I know you’re still cold, even with this damn thing on.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” You stared at the soft shirt in your hands as you spoke to him.
“Can’t have my dolly being cold, now, can I?” Bucky ran his thumb over your ankle. You felt his eyes on you as you pulled the shirt on. “Sorry, it’s not Sam’s. You’ll just have to make do with mine.”
He threw you a wink before immersing himself back into the movie, his movements on your ankle never ceasing. Meanwhile, you could feel your cheeks becoming as red as the fabric of Bucky’s henley.
It became a bit of a ritual between the two of you. Over the next few months, Bucky was sure to do whatever he could to spend time with you. Despite knowing you had no real interest in him, Bucky made it his mission to be around you as much as possible.
“Hiya, dolly.”
Bucky had been stationed at one of the punching bags in the corner of the room when you walked into the gym. He dropped his stance, taking in your frame in another one of his stolen shirts. This was one of the more recent developments. One that he was enamored with.
Bucky adored seeing you in his clothes, even in this undefined, in-between platonic relationship the two of you shared.
“Hey, Buck.” You smiled at him, dropping your bag onto the floor in front of the wall of mirrors. He watched as you walked over to the bag across from him as you wrapped your knuckles.
Bucky had a much harder time concentrating on his own workout. How the hell was he supposed to? You were behind that damn bag, letting loose all those cute little groans and grunts as your fists connected with the leather.
“Here.” He walked over, tired of seeing you stop your workout to halt the swaying of the bag. He braced himself for the impact of your fists.
You glanced up at him through your lashes with raised brows, waiting for his go-ahead. Once Bucky gave you a nod, you continued your work-out.
Was Bucky a creep? There’s a very real possibility that’s a true statement.
You kept his shirt on, allowing him to take you in with sweat glistening on your body in his clothes. The thoughts beginning to formulate weren’t helping his situation. You had just finished a particularly intense pattern of hits when you groaned. Bucky took in your new stance away from the bag, hands on your hips as you pulled his shirts over your hips, using the fabric to hold your hands.
“Will you spar with me?” You took a step back again to grab your water.
This is a bad idea, but that didn’t stop Bucky from saying yes. He wasn’t sure if there was a situation that he would say no to you in.
The both of you began fighting. Bucky was always impressed with the force of your hits. He thought back to when he first started integrating into the team. You were already recruited by Natasha, and had been training with her for about three years before Bucky was brought in.
He could tell you were becoming fatigued, your movements sloppy and uncalculated. You threw a punch to his left side, but it was slow and careless. He caught your fist, spinning your body around while placing his right arm around your chest. Bucky paused a minute, his breathing syncing with the rapid rise and fall of your breasts against his arm.
“What’s up with you?” His breath bounced off your ear and hit his neck, only to be quickly flipped. You stepped under his arm during his concern for you, knocking the back of his knee before using your body weight to pin him to the ground.
“Nothing.” You smiled wide at him, giggling a little as you had his hands pressed against the mats by his wrists. “Sympathy is a powerful weapon.”
Bucky bit the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing out loud. He suddenly hooked one leg behind yours, planting his foot on your hip and slamming your back onto the vinyl mat of the floor. Bucky remained snug between your legs, holding your hands to the floor with just one of his.
He stretched his arm out, pulling yours along with it as he leaned down to you. Bucky didn’t want to think about how he felt in this position with you. He didn’t want to let his mind run wild with thoughts about having you pinned like this in his bed. He didn’t want to think about having your hands tied to his headboard while he pulled every delicious sound out of you that he could.
He especially didn’t want to think about how his cock was rubbing against the fabric of your leggings, but fuck was it a good thought.
“Distraction is better. And I’ve got a few years on ya, so experience doesn’t help.”
“That’s cheating.” You laughed, “I had you pinned, I won!”
“I didn’t know we were competing, dolly.” He let go of your wrists, settling his weight backwards as you sat up on your elbows.
“But let’s be honest, if we were competing in who could finish a fight I would win.” Bucky took the opportunity to squeeze your hips before getting up and offering his hand to you.
You laughed beside him as the two of you exited the gym to go to the elevators. You shoved his arm as the two of you entered the elevator, going down a floor to the shared kitchen area.
“Hey guys. We’re having a movie marathon tonight. Want in?” Sam was leaning over Natasha's shoulder as she sat in one of the bar stools. Bucky envied his friend, he wanted to be close to you like Sam was with Natasha.
“I’m down. You comin’, Y/N?” Bucky peered down at you hoping you would say yes. You seemed to be in a bit of a daze as you answered though.
“I’ll come for you anytime.”
All of Bucky’s blood rushed to his cock as you stammered an explanation.
“Uh— wait, no, I— ugh, damn it. You know what, I'm going to go shower, I’ll see you guys tonight!”
“What the actual fuck? Who the hell are you? When did we just start speaking our mind?” You muttered under your breath as you raced up the stairs. Away from the awkward situation that you created for yourself.
“Oh god, let’s be honest, you’ve always spoken your mind, but not that kind of shit, you dumbass.” You slapped your forehead lightly, dragging your hand down your face in frustration.
“And now you’re talking to yourself. Wonderful.” You trudged to your room, hoping that a hot shower would make you feel better.
The spray of the showerhead beat down onto your body, relaxing the muscles as you washed the shampoo from your hair. You let your hands rest on your shoulders, a sigh of exhaustion escaping as you turned your face toward the water.
As much as you didn’t want them to, your thoughts ran back to your training session with Bucky. You hadn’t known that he was in there, but you were pleasantly surprised when you first saw him. Your relationship with the Sergeant was rocky at the start, but you were ecstatic that it began flourishing as well as it is. You were content to harbor the little school girl crush a little while longer, knowing that it won’t amount to anything in reality.
The longer you lingered on the memories of your most recent encounter with the man, the farther your hands began to drift. Your fingers danced over your own skin, eventually landing right where you wanted them to.
With your eyes closed, it was Bucky’s hands on your body.
With your eyes closed, you were bending to his will.
With your eyes closed, Bucky was knocking at your bathroom door and asking if you were okay.
“Oh shit!” Your eyes popped open as you yanked your hand away from your body, slamming into the tiled wall.
“Dolly?” Bucky’s fist hit the door, the damn thing bouncing in the frame with the force of his pounding. “What was that? You okay?”
“I’m fine.” Your voice strained as you wrapped a white towel around your body. “Hang on.”
How the hell were you going to play this one off?
You held your towel to your body with one hand, the other reaching for the doorknob only to have the whole damn thing ripped away from you as Bucky bent to your level. His hands roamed your arms, confirming that there weren’t any injuries before settling both large palms on your cheeks.
“What the hell, dolly?” His blue eyes locked onto yours. It felt like he’s trying to read your mind with how enrapturing his gaze is.
“I’m fine, Bucky.” As much as you wanted to have his hands on you for as long as humanly possible, you needed to create some distance between you. If you don’t, you might make a bigger fool of yourself by asking to kiss him.
“I’m sorry if I worried you, but really I’m okay.” Bucky hadn’t moved from his original place in front of your bathroom door. You could feel his eyes follow your movements about your room, watching as you gathered clothes for the team movie night.
“I need to bandage your hand before we go down.” He left no room for argument, so you ducked your head as you escaped back into the en suite.
At this exact moment, Bucky was happy to have been injected with the serum.
Bucky stared at the closed door of your bathroom. He knew he wasn’t imagining when he heard you moan. He wasn’t lying when he said he was worried. No, that part wasn’t a lie.
He wasn’t sure how entirely truthful he would be if you asked him how long he stood there before knocking on your door.
Bucky needed to cool down.
Like, right now.
He backed away as he dragged his fingers through his hair. Every sound that came out of your mouth was running through his head on a loop. He did try to ignore it, he shouldn’t be thinking of you that way. You deserved more than to have him think of you like that.
Truthfully, he just wanted to have a reason to think of you that way, one that came directly from you.
Bucky felt a billow of warm air blow from the swing of your bathroom door. Your hair, still damp from the shower, stuck to your bare shoulders. He could tell you toweled your hair off in an effort to lessen the amount of water in the strands by the bit of frizz that began forming at the top of your head.
“Sorry.” The closer you got, the easier Bucky could see the droplets of water clinging to your skin. His eyes followed their path as they raced down your exposed flesh. He wanted nothing more than to lick the remaining water off you, if you’d let him.  
“It’s fine.” He said quickly.
Bucky jerked his head toward the door, smiling down at you as he led the way to the theater room. He pushed his way into the darkness that was immediately contrasted by the flatscreen of Tony’s design.
“Where do you want to sit?” He saw one of your shoulders lift out of the corner of his eye. “Alright, I get that you don’t want to pick. Just grab us a seat in the back corner, I’ll get us some snacks.”
“Thank you.” You practically skipped to the seats, making Bucky smile as he grabbed a few junk snacks in his arms.
Bucky’s smile remained as he watched you snuggled into a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch.
“Scootch over.” Tapping your thigh with the back of his hand, he took his seat beside you.
“As we all know, we trade off on who picks the movie.” Tony stood beside the screen, waving his hand emphatically as he spoke. “You’re all so lucky that it was my turn to pick.” One of his hands rested on his chest as he leant forward in a mock bow.
“What do ya think he picked?”
The heat of your body radiated pleasantly into Bucky’s as you spoke to him. The scent of your body wash wafting to his senses, taking his mind back to the noises he listened to outside of your bathroom door.
“I don’t know. It’s always something stupid with him.”
Bucky couldn’t care less about Tony’s choice of movie. What he was really concerned with was how close you were to him.
And how much he wanted to be closer.
About halfway through the movie, your body stretched with a yawn. Both of your legs kicked off the couch, relishing in the rush of blood to your limbs before settling back into your original position.
“You can lean on me, ya know?” Bucky tilted his head toward you, whispering to you as the movie continued playing.
You bit the inside of your cheek as you leaned your head against his shoulder, murmuring a small thank you. Your eyes slid closed as you soaked in the warmth that Bucky provided. Like a goddamn walking space heater.
It took a few seconds to readjust your position, only for Bucky’s metal hand to rest on the bare skin of your knee after you stopped moving. A shockwave raced up your spine at the contact.
The lighting of the movie changed. A buttery filter settling over the screen, the little starlights in the ceiling of the theater changing accordingly.
You nudged Bucky’s side, making him drop his gaze to you before following your pointer finger to the lights in the ceiling.
Suddenly, the lights changed again.
A deep red overtaking them as a guttural groan played through the speakers.
Your eyes snapped back to the screen, seeing the two main characters in the throws of intimate passion. It didn’t take long for your curiosity to overtake you, making you more than invested.
You felt your head leave Bucky’s shoulder, tilting slightly to the left as you leaned forward. Bucky’s hand never left your leg, you distantly felt it slide down to your inner thigh with your quick movements. He must’ve asked you a question because he squeezed the inside of your thigh making you jump in your seat.
“Dolly?” Another squeeze. “Are you okay?”
Your body flushed, finally fully recognizing that it was Bucky’s hand on your inner thigh.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
You couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from the screen, flashing him a small smile without looking at him. Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he examined your body language.
You had the blanket covering your lower half bunched between in your grip.
The scene progressed and it seemed you couldn’t decide to be relaxed or tense. Your jaw dropped slightly as the male character thrust into the female. He glanced at the screen, watching as the shot focused on the man’s hand on the outside of the woman’s thigh. Back to you, your head had tilted to the side again, brows furrowed at the progression.
He flexed his hand against your own thigh before rubbing his thumb against your skin.
“Feeling a bit hot, dolly?”
Your face whipped around to his, lips parted as small puffs of air escaped. Bucky watched for any sign of discomfort from you as his hand slid a bit higher.
“Is this okay?”
A tiny nod that received a small smirk in reply.
“Words, dolly.”
Bucky felt his harsh breath bounce off his bicep as his fingers dragged up to the apex of your thighs. He traced the crease of your thigh several times, familiarizing himself with the fabric of your shorts. His pinky slipped under the hem, accompanied by a quick inhale from you.
“Shh, dolly.”
He felt your heart rate increase, smiling into your skin as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
“You don’t want everyone to find out what we’re doing back here, do ya?” Bucky felt your thighs clench at his words, making him quirk a brow at the thought.
“You might be into that, dolly. But, I don’t share what’s mine.” He pinched your thigh making you jump closer toward him, a reaction that he thoroughly enjoyed.
He repeated the pinch, pulling you into his lap as you jumped yet again. Bucky fit his arms around your body, keeping your legs spread just enough for his hands to fit comfortably, his knuckles brushing against each other. The surround sound system that Tony installed in the theater room drowned out the little yelps that escaped your lips, much to Bucky’s dismay.
“Be a good dolly,” his right hand pulled your hips back into his, “and stay still.” His metal hand remained in between your legs, the temperature difference causing little goosebumps to rise over your skin. Bucky leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before whispering to you, “Please.”
His hand traced the waistband of your shorts, running his fingers over the indentions that the elastic left on your stomach. Bucky hummed into your neck as your breaths shuddered. After a few minutes of torture as the movie progressed, he gave in. Pushing his hand further into your shorts, the fabric peeling away from your heated skin.
It was breathy.
The very implication of it, of what he was making you feel, made his soar on cloud nine.
And all you said was his fucking name.
“What do you want, dolly?” He stopped the downward descent of his hand, resting just above where he knew you really wanted him. But he wanted more.
“Please touch me.”
Fuck him. The quick rise and fall of your chest and increased heart rate reverberated from your body into his.
His metal hand pinched your thigh again.
“I am touching you.” His fingers danced across your slit, humming lowly to himself at the wetness that began gathering there.
A little groan slipped past your lips, a little too loud for Bucky’s liking in such a public forum. His metal hand covered your lips as he brought his mouth to your ear.
“Don’t be a greedy dolly and be quiet.”
One of his fingers breached your slit, the heel of his hand brushing against your clit in the process. The slight friction makes your back arch away from his chest.
“If any of them turned around, what would they see?” He kept his finger stationary, wetness pooling around his digits as he refused to move. “They’d see you spread out on my fingers. My dirty little dolly. Such a good girl for me.”
He felt your walls clench around him.
“You like me tellin’ you that you’re my good girl?”
He took the opportunity to begin to pump his finger in and out of you. Your walls sucked him back in as he continued to move back and forth.
“Of course you do.”
“Bucky, please.”
He twisted his hand, rubbing the heel of it against your sensitive clit. God, he’d barely touched you and you’re already a writhing mess beneath him.
“Such a dirty girl.” Another pump. “Getting all hot and bothered from a movie,” He removed his fingers, circling your clit, “then begging for my touch?”
Your mouth dropped open as he pressed a kiss to the hinge of your jaw. Bucky quickly replaced his digits, resuming his steady rhythm.
“Be a good girl for me.” He whispered into your ear as your legs began to shake. “Come on, cum for me.”
“Bucky.” Your hand reached his bicep, nails digging in and leaving little crescent shaped marks.
Moon shaped badges that he would brandish with pride.
“That’s it, just let go, Y/N.”
Your body stilled in his arms as he continued pumping his fingers, the wetness pooling there thoroughly coating his digits. He smiled into your skin, covering your mouth with his metal hand to muffle your moans.
“I told you I don’t share, dolly.” His pace slowed as the lights in the theater room brightened. Bucky watched as his teammates began to rise from their seats, grasping blankets at their waists while they stretched their arms above their heads.
“That includes your little noises.” Bucky shifted you from his lap to the cushion beside him, his arm still wrapped protectively around your back. He stood from the couch, leaving his skin in contact with yours for as long as possible.
“We’ll continue this later, little dolly.” Bucky watched your eyes widen as he brought his fingers, the ones covered in your cum, to his lips. He fought his eyes rolling back to take in your shell shocked expression as he moaned from the back of his throat at your taste.
Your fist hovered near the door. You’d been debating on how to broach the subject with Bucky since the team movie night. Just as you went to pound on the door, it swung inward. Your eyes darted up to the mass of a man standing in front of you.
“Hiya, dolly.” You felt your face flush and Bucky’s eyes roamed your figure.”How are you doing today?”
“I’m alright.” You hesitated for a second, wringing your hands at your waistline. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you.”
“Sure, come on in.” He stepped back, revealing the room that you had become acquainted with over the past few months.
You walked in, pausing at the foot of his bed. Bucky’s hand rested on your bicep.
“You sure you’re okay, Y/N?”
You whipped around to face him, eyes wide as they focused on his face that was closer to yours than you originally thought it was.
“I’m fine. Swear, Scout’s honor.” You held up three fingers to which Bucky snorted.
“You weren’t a boy scout, dolly.”
“I could’ve been a boy scout if I wanted to.”
“Oh, I have no doubts about that.” He inched closer to you, bumping the back of your knees into the plush edge of his bed.
You chewed the inside of your cheek as Bucky’s chest pressed against yours. His hand lifted to your face, cold fingers tracing your cheekbones before swiping your hair behind your ear.
“Didn’t you come in here for a reason, dolly?” You started to stammer out an answer when Bucky continued talking, eyes roaming your face. “Don’t get me wrong, I love having you all to myself, but you seemed to be on a mission.”
“Right.” You evacuated his immediate vicinity, facing the window on the opposite side of his room. You fumbled with the drawstring of your sweats, twisting the string between your fingers.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” His hand reached out, resting on your arm to turn your body toward his.
“I wanted to just talk about what happened with us the other night.” Bucky nodded as he took a seat on the edge of his bed. Bucky followed your movements as you paced in front of him.
“Well, it’s just like I’ve never actually done that before or had that done to me so it really kind of made me nervous. But then like it happened and I tried to kind of just forget about it and put it out of my mind because I knew it was probably a one time thing. But it’s been occupying more space in my head than I feel like it should if I’m going to be able to forget it. And now I just want it to happen all over again. And I really liked experiencing that with you and I hope that you liked it too because I mean well you had your hand down my pants and then you, ya know? With the fingers? And then your mouth? And the sucking?”
Bucky sat attentively listening to your rant with his head tilted to the side. You continued to wear down the patterned rug you had claimed ‘looked like him’ in the store. The same rug he wanted to get carpet burn from because he was on his knees for you.
“So I just assumed that you liked it too but now I’m freaking out because what if you were just being nice and you didn’t actually enjoy it and I had just happened to be the closest to you at the time when you were feeling a little frisky?”
Bucky dropped his head to his hands. His weight shifted forward as he leant his forearms against his thighs as you kept talking. He knew you were really talking to him, you had already made a decision before coming in here. He had done this same routine with Sam about you.
“But no that wouldn’t make sense because I feel like we’ve been building up to this the past few weeks, but I thought that you weren’t interested in me because I was too young for you but if it turns out that you are then I would be super excited about that because I’m super into you too and then it would make this whole thing less awkward for me and then we could just bang it out, right?”
He pushed up, halting your movements by placing his hands on your shoulders and turning your body to face his. He titled his head forward, raising a single brow as he spoke.
“Of course I want to bang this out, dolly. But, I need you to understand a few things first.”
Bucky stepped around you to stand beside the door. He watched you from his new position, nudging his head to his bed for you to take a seat.
“I don’t plan on this being just a one time thing.” Bucky took a step forward, crossing the rug he bought in hopes you would spend more time in his room— with him.
“If we do this, you’re mine and I’m yours for as long as we both want it to happen.” A few more steps and he dropped to his knees in front of you. He tipped his head backwards and lifted his hand to reach your knee.
“Now,” he rubbed your thigh up and down, “do you want this? Do you want me?” Your eyes were slowly widening as the words left Bucky’s mouth. Your head began to bob back and forth, pupils blown with desire.
A half laugh escaped through Bucky’s lips, “No, dolly. I need your words, Y/N.”
“Yes, Bucky.” You leaned forward, tracing your fingers against the day old stubble growing on his jaw. A wide smile split his face, and he bit his lower lip as you touched your forehead against his. “I want this. I want you. I want us.”
“Oh thank god.” He shot up, shifting your body up his bed. Bucky’s lips attached to your neck, lightly biting the exposed skin there as your head fell back in what he hoped was ecstasy.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you for?” He felt your blunt nails dig into his shoulders, sucking in a harsh breath against your skin at the feeling.
“No need to be greedy, dolly.” Bucky leveled his face with yours, easily melding his lips against your slightly chapped pair.
“I’d give you anything you’d ask for. Without. Question.” He punctuated the last words with small pecks to your cheeks.
“Bucky.” His head snapped up, that breathy little whisper of his name engraving itself into the grooves of his soul. If he died right then he would be content.
“Will you go out on a date with me?” Bucky hands, which had previously been tracing the hem of your t-shirt, found their new home on either side of your head.
“Did you just ask me out, dolly?”
A nervous huff escaped your lips, the subtle scent of your mint toothpaste permeating Bucky’s skin. He hovered over your body, watching every little squirm and shift as he remained silent. He took pity on you, saving you from any further discomfort.
“I would love to go out on a date with you.” He brushed his nose against yours twice.
“Now, can I fuck you into oblivion?”
“Yes please.” You squealed as he shoved his face into your neck, blowing cool air onto the sensitive skin.
“Thank fuck.” His hands dug into your hips, pushing you into the plush mattress below.
Your hands gripped his shoulders, balling the soft fabric of his shirt. Bucky shifted his weight, settling a thick thigh between your legs to press against the heat radiating from your soon to be throbbing center. He groaned as your dull fingernails indented half moons into his exposed skin, badges of honor in his opinion.
“Dolly, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be with you.” He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck, feeling his dick begin to pulse against you.
You felt Bucky’s hands trail down your body to your waistline, tugging at the soft material of your sweatpants. Your breath began to quicken as he pulled your pants down your legs. Just as they dropped to the floor, Bucky’s eyes immediately met yours, foregoing the newly exposed skin.
“Let’s make this even, dolly.” He pulled you up, standing at the foot of his bed and placing your hands on the band of his shorts. You could feel the elastic material of his boxers cutting into his skin just under the plush fabric of his shorts.
His pants joined yours on the ground as he went to remove both of your shirts. You hadn’t been doing anything terribly important earlier in the day so the decision to not wear a bra was one of comfort. Now though, you kind of wished there was yet another step Bucky would have to take to see you.
Bucky’s hands fell to your rib cage, thumbs grazing the sides of your boobs. One slight reposition and he would be cupping your boob in his hand. Your fingers grasped his wrist, eyes darting to his before he could move any further.
“What’s wrong?”
You swallowed the lump stuck at the base of your throat, “I’m just-- nervous? I guess.”
Bucky leant forward, cupping your cheeks. “I’m not going to push you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. If I do, please stop me. Okay?”
“Okay.” You met his eyes before pushing forward and locking lips with him. Bucky released a grunt of approval before returning in kind.
He broke the kiss before you, replacing his hands on your ribs. “Lay on your stomach for me dolly.”
Your heart began to pound hard enough you thought Bucky could hear it. Turning away from him, you attempted to seductively crawl on top of his bed, but you’re sure you looked like an injured gazelle.
Bucky’s hands came in contact with the backs of your calves, the juxtaposition of his hands causing a shiver to race up your spine. He breathed a laugh onto your skin, stamping butterfly kisses on your back.
Everytime Bucky got close to where you wanted him, he would immediately back off and start the process over again. Tracing his hands up your legs, little kisses on your shoulders, the dip of your spine, blowing cold air on your lower back, then retreat. He seemed to revel in your whines as they only served to prolong his torture.
“Bucky please.” You breathed into the comforter below you. He mumbled into your skin, words you couldn’t make out.
“I’m getting there, dolly.” He flipped you over, making you release a squeal and then stare at him with wide eyes. “Let me enjoy my meal.”
His tongue darted out, tracing the gusset of your underwear. A breathy moan left your lips and Bucky took the time to wrap his arms around your thighs to keep them spread. His nose nudged against your clit, loving the sharp intake of breath that met his ears.
“Oh goodness.” Your thighs tensed at the feeling of Bucky’s lips beginning to suction around your throbbing clit. He continued to mouth at your center, the fabric starting to become sticky with your juices. Shots of pleasure ran through your body as Bucky licked.
“I’ve never been happier than right now.” He pulled back a bit, turning his head to press the words into your thigh. You felt his right arm shift as his fingers began to trace your slit.
“Dolly, you’re so wet for me. Am I making you feel good?” He tilted his head against your lower thigh, watching your face as he continued to feel your wetness.
“Am I? Talk to me, Y/N.” He pressed harder at the top of your slit, feeling the engorged clit underneath the thoroughly soaked fabric.
“Yes-- yes, you are.” You reached down, fingers winding into the dark locks on his head. “Please, Bucky.”
His eyes lulled up to yours, watching your reaction as he pulled the crotch of your underwear to the side. It took everything in you to not let yourself completely disappear into the sheets, but god you were glad you didn’t.
“Fuck me, dolly.” Bucky leaned forward, flattening his tongue up your slit. “You taste so good.” He continued to lick, repositioning with both of his arms around your thighs. Bucky pressed his face further into your center, He groaned as the gusset of your underwear attempted to interrupt his meal.
“Fuckin’ hell.”
You let out a small groan when Bucky removed his mouth only to feel the fabric of your underwear down your legs.
“You still doin’ okay, dolly?” He suctioned around your clit as he saw your mouth open to answer him. You felt him smile into your slit, then abruptly felt his tongue roll against your clit.
“Bucky?” You were nervous to ask, but you wanted to experience this.
“Mmhm?” His head tilted to the side, but he didn’t stop his fondling.
“Will you--” You paused as Bucky crawled up your body, pressing kisses into your skin. “Will you make my legs shake?”
Bucky’s head whipped up, eyes meeting yours with a fire blazing behind his. His jaw tensed and you weren’t entirely sure what he was thinking.
“It would be my goddamn pleasure, Y/N.”
You felt fingers in your hair as you were roused from a peaceful sleep. Your nose scrunched as you buried your face further into the warm pillow beneath you.
“Don’t start something you aren’t ready to finish, dolly.”
Bucky’s gruff voice sounded off from above your head, his fingers still fumbling in your hair. His opposite hand was tracing random shapes onto your exposed shoulder. You pulled back a bit, a smile working its way across your face as you looked up to him.
“You feel okay, dolly?”
You went to answer when the door of Bucky’s room burst inward with Sam tossing a water bottle toward the bed.
“Yo! If we’re going to get this run in this morning we’ve gotta get cracking!”
“Sam!” Bucky yanked the covers over your shoulders, concealing you from Sam’s view.
“Oh my god!” Sam backed out of the doorway only to turn his head and shout, “Nat! Nat! Natasha!”
“Why the hell are you yelling at me?” Sam pointed into Bucky’s room where you were cuddled against Bucky’s bare chest. “What’s up, Y/N?”
“Hi, Nat.” Your voice was soft as Bucky played with the ends of your hair.
“Leg shake?”
“Big time.”
“Okay! Everyone out of my room, I’ve got a girl to ravage again!” Bucky quickly turned and covered your body with his as Natasha and Sam left the room in a fit of giggles.
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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 days ago
Pairing: Boyfriend! Bucky x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: a beach day with your boyfriend is quite peaceful, until he finds out about a new kink of yours...
Warnings: smut implied, hair pulling, pet names, swearing, oral mentioned, teasing, mainly fluff<33
Notes: in honour of summer now “officially” here for me, i wrote this little blurb. this is what i think bucky would be like on a beach day hehe 
-claire bear
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The sun beamed down on you, its rays soaking into your skin as you lay upon the soft towel you had placed down on the golden sand. It was as soft as a cushion, supporting your weight like a plush memory foam mattress as you let out a sigh of relief. 
Took a deep, calming breath of the salty air. 
The weights were now lifted off you, summer vacation finally here, which meant- less stress. No more busy schedules, your week jammed packed with clients and meetings, paperwork and phone calls.
 Just the sun, the sand, the seagulls that chirped to one another over the rolling blue waves, or the pieces of driftwood that washed up on shore.
 You couldn't help but smile, the sound of the cicadas in the bush sounding like music to your ears. Nothing could break you from this hypnotic state, this piece of serenity you had created for yourself—nothing but… sand. 
You felt the grains intertwine with your salty hair from the water, and you felt your eyes rolling before you could stop them. 
“M’sorry doll.” your boyfriend Bucky apologized from beside you, his hands occupied with shovels and buckets- playing with the sand. You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands. 
“Baby. You’re 106. Why can't you sit, and tan, like an adult?” you laughed, sliding your sunglasses up so you could get a better look at his beauty. 
He was sitting on a pile of sand, skin golden as honey as he brushed the wavy strands of hair from his clear blue eyes, as soft and mellow as the ocean sprawled out in front of you. 
A red shovel was in his hand, moats and little tunnels already dug out, leading towards a sandcastle. “Because that's boring as fuck, and I need to outshine that kid's castle down there. He has three moats right now, and I only have two.” he huffed, counting to dig at the shore.
 “Can you outshine him without getting sand in my hair?”
 “Can you help me with this moat?” he asked, puppy eyes wide and pleading as he pouted. “Will you get sand in my hair again?”
You raised your eyebrows, feeling like a mother scolding a two year old as you glared over at him. “... Maybe. But if you help me I’ll be sure to be careful.” he smiled, making you bark out with laughter. 
“Fine. But I want a plum. And some head later.” you teased, watching as he tossed you over the bag of the ripe fruit that he had snagged from the farmers market on the way down to the beach off the side of the highway- between the rows of sunflowers.
 “I’ll always give you head. M’favourite thing to give ya honey.” he cooed, handing you a shovel as you moved off your towel, now covered in sand, to sit in Bucky’s lap. 
You giggled as he leaned his head down, beard tickling your neck as he kissed the tanned skin tenderly, nibbling at his lovemarks. “Always taste s’sweet. Like plums.” he whispered, the vibrations against your skin making you shiver as you took a bite of the purple fruit, its sweet juices spilling onto your tongue.
 “D’think anyone will notice if the car fogs up a little bit?” you giggled, watching as he took a bite out of your plum, munching on it happily. 
It wasn't just you who needed this vacation. Bucky did too. He worked harder than anyone you had ever known, and you could tell the soft summers breeze and the warm sunshine wasn't just making your serotonin boost. 
“They might. Doesn't mean we shouldn't do it though.” he joked, taking another bite of your food, to which you replied with a gentle smack to his bicep. “Get your own plum punk!” you snorted, snatching the fruit back from him. 
“But I want yours.” 
“Cause it tastes better when it’s yours. Has your spit all over it n shit.” he hummed, making you choke on a laugh, the fruit nearly getting stuck in your esophagus at his confession. 
“You’re a slut, ya know.” you murmured mid-bite, earning a pinch on your side from him, making you squeak like a mouse from the gentle assault. “Yeah but I’m your slut. So that makes it perfectly okay.” You tilted your head in agreement as if to say, fair enough. 
Before you could open your mouth to say anything to the man, his mouth was on your plum again, teeth breaking the skin as he nibbled on it. 
“No. More. Plums.” you poked his leg, feeling his body shake with laughter beneath you. “Or. What?” he poked back, his skin warm and comforting to the touch as the pads of his fingers danced across your shoulder blades, strumming the straps of your bikini top like it was his electric guitar back at home. 
“Or… this!” you jumped up suddenly, bolting away from Bucky as if your life depended on it. Cause it kinda did. The thundering footsteps behind you and the clouds of sand kicked up behind you proved that very point. 
You let out a giggle as he caught up to you, the plum long forgotten as he picked you up, swinging you around before he tossed you in the crystal clear waves in front of you. 
You couldn't stop your laughter as the waves brushed up onto your shoulders, splashing over Bucky's knees as he walked over to you, shaking his head. 
“You know that never works princess. Not once has it ever been successful for you.” he snickered, plopping down on the ocean floor below, urging you to come over to him. You happily obeyed, straddling his waist as his hands ran through the wet strands of your hair, his fingers a makeshift comb as he watched the droplets of water run down your soft skin. 
“I know. But it’s fun to try.” you smiled. “Plus there's a chance maybe one day I’ll beat y- oh!” your words were broken off with a moan as Bucky accidentally snagged your hair, yanking your head back- neck bared to him. 
You felt the heat rush to your cheeks like the waves washing upon the shore, the hair-pulling turning you on even more than you already were. 
“Did my princess like that?” he whispered, voice low as you felt yourself instinctively curling into his chest, the embarrassment making you want to stick your head under the sand to join the fish. 
“Oh she did, didn’t she? No need to get embarrassed honey.” he cooed, hands slipping down to stroke your hips, holding them softly. “Felt nice.” you muttered into his chest, knowing the super soldier could hear you clear as day. 
“Good to know honey. We best put your hair in pigtails soon, hm?” You snuggled deeper into his chest, letting out a purr as he held you closer, protecting you from the waves around the two of you. 
 “For reins of course, you silly girl.”
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bucky-barnes-diaries · a day ago
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Fuckboy!Bucky x Female!Reader || He arrived a few minutes later 📸
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heavenlyhandscribbles · 2 days ago
Keep Each Other (Cold)
Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Breeding kink, ABO aspects heavily used, mentions of abuse in a past relationship, sexual content, slower burn, but not the slowest, mentions of dom reader, domination and submission aspects, Shibari, werewolf au, hypothermia mentions.
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Summary: It's gotten a little heated, and Bucky's willing to agree
Word count: 2.3k
AN: Enjoyed writing this but I'm going to write eddie munson porn now. Completely unedited cause I'm lazy.
Bucky didn’t hate her for this, he really didn’t, but he could smell her heat. And it was killing him. 
He wants to wait, to show this part of him. The possession he developed as the few weeks went on with her. This interest he’s developed in the omega is curving him away from the isolation he’d kicked himself into those years ago. 
He’s kinda glad she showed up, she’s given him so much to look forward to, even if it’s small things. Each morning he wakes up to her sitting on the couch, his only other mug in her hands, cradled to her chest as she beams up at him. It’s dizzying how pretty she is, her eyes so gentle with him but not in a way that makes him feel inferior, In the way that makes him feel appreciated. 
She was eager to see him each morning as well, her head bowing as he walked out of his room and her hands gripping his mug as she smiled up at him, “Morning Buck.”
He could swear his heart would stop if not for your eyes fluttering at the same beat as it, as he muttered, “Mornin’ doll.” 
He’d pass her, the smell of chocolate and fire on her usually faint, a light misting of her warmth as he walked by, but this time, the scent was heavy, like a coating of the smell of savory food after he cooks in the kitchen, or the weight of Steve close to his rut, and he’d been in his house for much too long. He could cut her scent with his knife, one of the ones in the kitchen right next to him.
She shifted, subtly presenting her neck to him, unbeknownst to him, he was growling down at her. He was subconsciously asking her to present and didn’t even notice. God he was acting like a horny teen trying to get off, he had to calm down. He stepped back, muttering an apology and moving to the kitchen, “What do you want for breakfast?”
She muttered softly, “Whatever you make, I like your cooking.”
He nodded, moving to the kitchen and pulling out pans for himself, setting them onto the counter as he moved to the fridge, “What veggies would you eat in an omelet?”
She smiled, turning and looking up at him, “As many vegetables as possible.” She smiled, her arms crossing as she rested her chin onto her forearms, her lower half shifting to a more comfortable position, her hips pushing back a bit. 
Bucky watched from the corner of his eye, trying to hide his hips shifting as he planted them firmly in the kitchen. He wasn’t going to act on his instincts purely because his mother didn’t raise him that way. He was told to respect omega’s, give them the space they needed, and to understand that heats are painful before they are even thought to be pleasurable. He knew that, he knew that she was getting comfortable and that he should just allow her too, because he saw what his mom went through during her heats. Painful cramps knocked her out, rendering her unconscious in their living room while he and his sisters tended to her fever and attempted to keep her hydrated. He knew what that did to an omega and swore he would never let an omega under his care go through pain like that. 
Maybe it was just the alpha haze but he knew far better. His connection with this one rendered an emotion he hadn’t known in a while, so he decided that what was best was to just let it simmer. But he knew that wasn’t wise either, speaking softly, “Do you need anything? I know… your heat might be coming up, and you might want to go stay at a hotel or something.. I can help with the fever though, raised with three sisters and a mother.” He cocked a brow, glancing back at her as he sprinkled vegetables into the pan. She shifted, glancing up at him with hazy eyes, “I might just need to get some sort of fever lessener. Other than that I should be fine.” 
He frowned, knowing that was bullshit as he finished cooking her omelet, plating it and glancing up at her, “I know that’s a lie, are you sure you don’t need anything else. I’m willing to run to the store for you, get you something…” he cut himself off, glancing away with a nervous expression, “Seriously, the CVS that’s on the edge of the town carries stuff for heats.” He glanced over at her finally, noticing she was staring directly at him with big eyes, “Sure- that’s fine.” 
He let out a small sigh of relief shifting on his feet as he moved back to the kitchen to cook, “Okay. I’ll go do that today.”
She sat back, eating as she nuzzled into one of the blankets she carried from the couch to the table, the sight of it making him go a little wobbly in the knees as he turned back to the stove, finishing cooking his own food and moving beside her, sitting down as well, “Let me know if you want me to get you anything else, heating pad, cooling towels. Whatever I can do to help.”
She shifted a bit, glancing up at him, “Why are you offering to help?”
“Because I know how painful it can be to go through that without a mate. My mom had to do it for ten years after my dad left.” He frowned, picking at his food, “I just don’t want you to be in pain as long as you’re in my home.”
She nodded, her eyes glancing back at the food, “Thank you Bucky.” He nodded, finishing and standing, walking to the kitchen to wash off his plate, putting it into the dishwasher. He moved back to the table with a notecard and a pen he had in the kitchen specifically for grocery lists. At that thought, she smiled softly, turning to look at him, “You keep supplies for grocery lists in your kitchen junk drawer?” She let out a small laugh.
All Bucky could do was smile, “yeah- what do you want me to get? Anything at all.”
She smiled, “Chocolate, and a heating pad would be nice. And then…” She looked away gripping the blanket closer, “Could you get me some of those heat supplies?”
He nodded, “Do you- uh have a preference?”
“The knotted ones.” She murmured, looking down still.
He nodded, holding no ill will against her as he wrote it down, “Okay, do you want any produce for this week? Fruits, vegetables?”
“Could you pick up some cherries?” She asked softly, kicking her feet off the seat where she was curled up and placing them on the ground to lean forward. He noticed, glancing at her with a small smile, “Sure, cherries, some apples, some vegetables for any meals I plan to make…” He glanced up at her, smiling gently before turning back to the list, “Should probably head out now before it starts snowing again.”
She nodded, standing as well and moving to the couch again, glancing back at him gently, “Thanks…”
He nodded, opening the door and walking out. As soon as out of earshot, she threw her hands up, flopping back, “God he can’t catch a hint!”
Bucky walked to his car, starting it hopefully before hearing the engine cut off, his body tensing up, “You’re shitting me.” He slid out of the car, moving back into the house, “Okay so bad news. My car's engine just- stopped working.” He glanced up at her, shifting nervously, “I can walk?”
“No no, don’t do that- that’s at least three miles in the snow.” She frowned, “I can figure it out, just don’t walk.” She asked softly, leaning up to look at him closer, “Come on it’s cold, let's just hang out for a bit.”
He nodded, stepping closer to the couch and flopping beside her, glancing up at whatever was playing on the TV as he yawned a bit. She noticed, shifting closer to share some of the blanket and muttering, “You can sleep if you want?”
He nodded, quickly falling into her as he slumped a bit, falling asleep slowly as he muttered, “Wake me if you think you’re developing a fever.”
She nodded, leaning close as he felt his heat radiate onto her, not thinking much of the feeling that filled her chest at the feeling of his scent wrapping around her. 
There is a shift beside Bucky, a small whimper falling onto his ears as he woke up. He didn’t think to find the woman he’d found on his porch only a short three weeks ago, sliding her fingers into herself, letting out weak whimpers as she preened at the sight of him awake. He tensed up, feeling her forehead and frowning quickly, “You didn’t wake me.”
“I didn’t know I was getting a fever if I’m honest.” She muttered back, her head falling back.
Bucky threw the blanket on top of her, frowning as he moved to the kitchen, pulling an ice pack back from the freezer, the sight of her dripping cunt filling his body with pure agony as he moved back over to her, sliding the ice pack onto her head. She whimpered, having seemingly not stopped her actions as she leaned up for his touch, “Please Buck. Need you…” He quickly shook his head in response, speaking slowly “No doll, you’re far too vulnerable.”
She shifted uncomfortably, growling out, “I need this Buck. Please. I am consenting. I promise you that this isn’t because of the heat- I need it.” She looked at him, expression solid and almost that resembling stone at how sharp her features were. He nodded slowly, his eyes closing, thinking about her clenching down on him so well, thinking about how he’s wanted her for the past weeks, his eyes finally opening again, “Yeah okay.”
She shifted quickly, tugging the blanket up and looking up at him with desperation, “please.. Need you in me.”
He slid onto the couch again, positioning between her legs as he looked up at her, “Are you sure? Absolutely sure?”
She nodded quickly, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since last week Buck, now put your cock in me now.” She snarled out, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.
He nodded, a flush filling his cheeks as he leaned down, kissing along her neck and subtly scenting her.
She let out a small whimper, the touch of his lips on her neck alone driving her mad, but he was scenting her. God she was so far gone but that, she was going to remember that. He muttered softly, reaching down to roll her clit with his flesh hand as he positioned his tip with his metal one, having gotten hard since he caught a whiff of her slick. He spoke softly into her neck, “Let me know if you wanna stop.” He pushed into her slowly, his head falling onto her shoulder as he let out a soft sigh, “Christ you feel better than I imagined…” She smirked, glancing up at him with fever ridden weak eyes, “You imagined fucking me?”
“You’ve been at my house for three weeks straight, fucking you is the main thing I’ve thought about.” He chuckled, fucking into her to help aid some of her pain, “Better? At all?”
She nodded quickly, her legs wrapping tighter around him, “Feels so good.” She muttered, her cunt tugging him in as she continued, “Needed this, thank you Buck.”
Oh fucking god. Now Bucky knew he had some sort of praise kink, but a woman thanking him for fucking her? Fuck he might combust on spot. He leaned down into her neck again, hiding his flushed expression as he slid his thumb to her clit, rolling it gently as he kissed along her flesh, “Gonna make you feel good, I promise.”
She nodded quickly in agreement, her hips rolling up to match his movements as she let out small pants, pleasure squishing the pain in her as she felt him and only him.
Bucky let out a gruff noise, his hand sliding to tug her closer, “You close?”
She nodded quickly, feeling his finger roll her clit even quicker now. His voice came over in a haze, soft as she felt the deafening noise of her release filling her brain with red and white flashes, “Where do you want me to cum?”
She tugged him closer, his eyes going wide, “You’re not on the pill doll- I can’t.”
“Please…” She begged softly, “I’ll get a pill later, just need you in me longer.”
He shifted, tugging her back by her upper thighs slowly pressing all of him into her, knotting her with ease as he let out a low growl, his hands gripping her thighs in a bruising grasp. God he was too far gone to even check if she was okay, but the soft mewls below him all but proved she was doing fantastic. He leaned down on top of her, kissing along her shoulders slowly, “Feel better? How long should I expect your heat to be dollface?”
“Four days give or take.” She sighed, her body relaxing beneath him as he slid out of her, muttering gently, “Easy does it.. You wanna sleep, it’s late.” He looked up at her, noticing she nodded and turned away, flushing quickly.
He could talk to her about what this meant later, but now he was more worried about making sure she was resting with the fever. He picked up his t-shirt that got discarded at some point, using to wipe between her thighs before picking her up gingerly, carrying her to his room this time, noticing she relaxed in his arms at the wave of his scent that filled both of their lungs. He muttered softly, “You okay sleeping here?”
With a curt nod, she climbed into his bed, looking at him to follow. 
He did so with content filling his chest, wrapping himself around her protectively, despite neither of them being marked or knowing what this all meant- content was all either could feel.
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buckgasms · 2 days ago
I've had thots about boyfriend's brother! Bucky and his wandering hands and yall are so turned on you both can't stop touching one another you're practically dry humping in front of everyone (ya know the whole hiding in plain sight)
Yeah yeah yeah boyfriend's brother! You're in a relationship but you and his brother are just like magnets. Everything is super charged between you and no matter how much you both fight it, you can't stop. There's a video I saw the other day of a man and woman on a train or bus and it's super packed so they're standing super close and all the jostling causes them to keep bumping and grinding "innocently" but it gets super hot and I just 🔥🥵
This is the boyfriend's brother bucky anon again and you're a doll😘😘 I'm feeling very shamey about myself lol cuz I absolutely despise cheating but like can't stop thinking about it? Also my sis's husband (whom I'm not attracted to at all and would never) and I have a very bro-sis goofy relationship where we fart around and whatnot... so of course my slutty self is now wondering about if he was Bucky lol. So the same like situation with sister's boyfriend/fiance/husband bucky x fem reader and I just.... fuck the THOTS won't stop🥵😶
Beautiful Nonnie, sorry this took so long. Life is 😬. Now, never feel guilty for your feelings, clearly you have no intention of acting on any of this! It's just fantasy and as long as that doesn't hurt anyone else, then it's all good. Thank you so much for sending this in, it was a challenge but I really loved it! Now let's get into it 😈
Warnings: Cheating, P in V, kissing, it got a little angsty I think but in a hot way. Also I don't know how to flirt which I think is apparent in this story 🤣
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It was game night at your boyfriend's house. You always loved it. It had been a staple for their family and ever since you had started dating him they made you feel like you belonged and you loved it.
You settled around the dining table, your boyfriend on one side, and his brother Bucky on the other. You always liked Bucky, he was charming, funny and you got on like a house on fire.
In fact you had been getting along so well that you might have started thinking about him a little too much. You really loved your boyfriend, but this thing with Bucky, the chemistry was kind of undeniable.
Drinks were flowing and you laughed along at jokes as you celebrated your wins and commiserated your losses. More often than not, Bucky had you in stitches, you leaned on his shoulder, pressed your hand on his thigh and occasionally wrapped your arms around his neck. It was just friendly banter, you loved Bucky, he was so much fun to be around and made nights like this even more enjoyable.
"Bucky, seriously your gonna make me pee" you yelled when he told a particularly hilarious joke. You jumped up and ran to the bathroom, giggling as you ran down the hall. You were in there for a little while when you heard a knock. "Occupied!" You called but it was a very persistent knock. Finally you finished up and swung open the door. "Oh! What are you doing here?" Your boyfriend swept you up in his arms and kissed you. You chuckled and tried to push him off. "Hey! We can't do it here! Everyone will know!"
You kissed him a little more but eventually he relented with a chuckle and let you go. When you returned to the table your face flushed as Bucky looked at you, his eyebrows quirking in amusement. "All good with you?" He asked and you nudged him in the ribs, "shuttup Barnes" and you sipped on your drink.
Much later you were hanging out with Bucky in the kitchen. You were both a little tipsy and very giggly. He was telling you some stories from his childhood and you fell forward, leaning your head on his broad chest as you laughed.
He wrapped his arm around you, and as you looked up at him he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Oh" you said, looking up at him with wide eyes. His body was frozen but you didn't move from your position. Your hands were pressed on his pecs and you could feel his heart thumping in his chest. "I... Um.... So..." He stuttered and you could just blink at him.
You heard a bottle clang in the other room and a voice getting closer. You quickly separated and you went to refill your drink.
Your boyfriend came into the room, obviously missing the weird tension and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck. It felt.... Odd. "You ready for bed huh? Wanna spend some alone time with you..." He growled and you felt a little embarrassed, "Honey, shush Bucky's right there." His brother just chuckled and dragged you out of the room. You glanced back at Bucky and for the first time felt a pang of something sad in your heart.
It was about 2am. You had snuck back down to the kitchen for some water, but also to get out of your boyfriend's room. You suddenly felt suffocated by the way you were feeling and you just needed a moment to think without his sweet face causing you to ache with guilt.
But why did you feel guilty? Yeah you liked Bucky but you didn't like him, like him. Did you? It was just a forehead kiss, which was actually a mistake, just a turn of the head. Friends kiss each other sometimes don't they? You stared out of the kitchen window feeling utterly confused when none other than Bucky walked into the room behind you.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" he mumbled and went to leave. "No wait please" you whispered and walked over to him, taking his hand and pulling him over to the table to sit down. You sat in an awkward silence for a moment as he sipped at his water.
"So, you kissed me.... That wasn't anything right? Just a drunk, friend kiss type thing." His eyes widened and he nodded, "um yeah, that was just a mistake for sure.... Like you say... A friendly kiss, between friends." You both sat there in silence for a moment. You followed his eyes, which seemed to be looking between your lips, shoulder and eyes. Your bare knees brushed against his and you both sucked in a breath.
"Well ok, that sounds fine, great even. Let's just go back to normal then" you said, patting his knee and smiling at him. He nodded, then grabbed your wrist, then dragged you forward and pulled you into a kiss.
Not a friend kiss. Not an innocent mistake kiss. A full on proper kiss.
And you didn't stop him. You moaned as his tongue explored your mouth. Your hands gripped his cheeks as his thumbs pressed into your soft thighs. It was like no kiss you'd ever had. It was gentle but breathtaking, you felt everything he was feeling and you couldn't stop. You lost your mind as you climbed into his lap, thighs straddling his as you pulled at his hair and he groaned as you ground your hips a little against him. His hands slipped under your sleep shirt and caressed your stomach and breasts.
Finally you broke the kiss to whisper his name and that brought you back down to earth. "Oh god, we can't" you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. He huffed a sigh, hands squeezing at you. "But I really want to...Fuck, look at you, I just gotta" he whispered, hands grasping your face and pulling you back to him. You grasped his face too and whined as you kissed him. Suddenly you jumped up, "no, no, no, no, Bucky. Your brother is my boyfriend. Like my boyfriend, your brother?" He rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah I fucking know, drives me crazy that he got to you first." He stood and came to a stop in front of you. "Now I have to watch you with him..." His arms gripped yours and pulled you close "....when you should be with me."
"I....I don't know what to do Buck. This is... it's wrong. I mean it feels good, but we're not those people..." As you spoke he closed the gap, pressing his body against yours, trapping you against the kitch counter. "I don't care. At least not right now. You are the girl of my dreams and you're kissin me. Shit... I can't not do this now I'm here."
You could feel his body react to you, his cock stiffening against your hips. When you didn't stop him he leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder, up your neck, to your cheek and finally to your lips. You sighed and returned it, wrapping your arms around him and he lifted you to sit on the counter.
You watched as he hooked his fingers into your underwear and pulled it down. He groaned as he caught sight of your glistening folds, licking his finger before rubbing it gently over you, making you gasp and grind down on him.
You quickly pushed his boxers down, until his cock sprang free. You pulled him in to kiss you, his lips crashing into yours and your hands wrapped round his length, gently stroking him as he lined himself up with your entrance.
"Can't be too loud sweetie" he whispered as you felt the fat head press against you. "But I wanna hear some noises from that pretty mouth, please?" You nodded, which turned into a loud gasp as he sunk in, stretching your walls inch by inch. You gripped his shoulders and whispered a string of curses as you both watched him bottom out.
"Fuck, better than I imagined" he groaned and wasted no time dragging his hips back before slamming back into you again. Your whole body shook as he fucked you, your guilt being eaten away by his passion. The way his kissed you so perfectly. The way your body reacted to every touch so eagerly. How good he made you feel, everytime you were with him. You clung tighter, never wanting it to stop as he peppered kisses on to your neck. You whined quietly into his skin, "Bucky, please, god please make me come" you whimpered, the pressure in your tummy building as his thrusts became faster and harder. He pulled back and he moved his hand down to rub at your bundle of nerves. The effect almost instantaneous, as you fell back on the counter, hand over your mouth as you clenched and spasmed around him.
Quickly he pulled out and groaned and he came over your pussy, as if to mark it as his. He slipped his dick back inside you, helping you ride your own wave until you were panting and shuddering under his actions. He finally pulled out and helped you to sit up straight then off the counter to standing, although your legs felt like jelly.
He kissed you again, lingering as you brushed your fingers through his hair. "Goodnight Bucky" you whispered and grabbed your underwear before heading back to your boyfriend's room.
Next morning you joined everyone at breakfast, the jovial mood from the night before seemed to have remained which you were relieved of. Bucky hadn't appeared yet.
Your boyfriend kissed you when you sat down next to him and you smiled at him. Just as you tucked into your pancakes Bucky appeared, greeting everyone, including you as normal. Things were fine until your boyfriend said, "oh Buck, you live in Brooklyn now right? My girls got a conference in the city next week, do you think she could stay with you for a couple of nights?"
Your eyes widened for a moment as you glanced at Bucky, a big grin breaking out on his face. "Sure, I can't see what would be wrong with that."
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fosterspalaceofstories · a day ago
Bourbon | Bucky Barnes
Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Reader, Bucky Barnes × Female reader, Bucky Barnes x you, (Female with Female parts.)
Warnings: Smut! 18+, Drinking (F!Receiving) Penetration sex, oral, fingering, intercourse in a office . Bucky Dom! Soft Bucky Dom!, Light Cum play! Light Nipple play! BRIEF Smacking/Slapping! Fast burn Fic! Explicit language and Explicit Details! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY MEDIA THAT IS CONSUMED!
Word Count: 2000+
Note: please read at your own discretion, viewers be advised and you have been warned. Please enjoy, like and comment.
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Walking into your office at SHIELD. It’s the end of a mission with Bucky Barnes as he’s been your partner for the past 6 months.
The both of you finally got home after pulling off Barnes' kidnapping from the tower, working in Spain and then most of Europe for the last couple of months.
Then within the final weeks, Barnes and yourself took out the suspect and made contact with home-base, the Avengers and came home.
It’s silent between you two probably because the both of you are thinking about the last couple months and how you guys probably won’t see each other again. Bucky and you bonded and now it’s time for a new chapter of not being with each other…it’s weird, especially after you spend so much time with someone who was just a stranger to you in the first place.
Sighing as you sat down at your desk for a moment before walking to a small tray that had alcohol on it.
You broke the silence
"What's on your mind?" You asked
"….You" Bucky whispers loud enough for you to hear as you casually handed him glass of bourbon
"Me? Why’s that?"
"…We spent months together, Now I’m expected back at the tower in the morning, and I feel weird. I got to know and now we’re never gonna talk again" Bucky says and chuckles softly
"That was stupid, sorry." He adds on and you shake your head in silence as Bucky sat in a chair in front of your desk.
"It’s okay… I feel the same way, Barnes. It was a good few months. You having my six and Vice Versa..We make a good team" you say, downing some of your bourbon as you let the burn in your throat and then pour yourself another cup before looking at him.
"We sure as hell do, I never meet anyone who…whose like you"Bucky says and you giggle softly
"Same for you. I’m gonna miss you, waking me up with your burnt food.” you say, causing Bucky to laugh as you leaned into him as you took a sip of drink again, letting it burn on its way down again. Bucky doing the same as he looked at you, making eye contact with you.
Bucky leaning into you as you lean in more. No words needed to be said, this needed to happen a long time ago.
Kissing him as he kissed back roughly, biting on your bottom lip and you sucked on his top lip. As he pulled you in closer with your chair.
Breaking free softly as you smile, sitting on his lap see you went back to kissing him, Bucky grip your hips tightly.
Bucky lifts you up out of just pure body strength he has as he places you on a clear spot on your desk before pushing everything off, not caring. He slowly put all the blinds down in your office, so no light was shining and the only light would be the desk lamp.
Hitting your comm system to your secretary. "Mrs. Mendez , you can go home and take the day off tomorrow, since there ain’t much happening tomorrow. Get some rest and make sure everyone else goes home." You say in a professional tone. "Oh my god. Thank you Ma’am." I get to finally spend time with my kid and I will get right on that!!" Mendez says, causing you to smile. "Yep! And thank you and Enjoy the day off." You say as Bucky ended comm before unplugging it. So it won’t be turned on during the little adventure the two of you are about to have.
Leaning back on your desk as you chuckled, feeling Bucky hands run down your body. Bucky undoing the buttons to your shirt, kissing your lips softly as you kiss back.
Bucky struggling with the buttons, as he just ripped the shirt open and buttons scattered as he saw you in a red bra with black lace.
Your hands going to his shirt as you took it off of him and leaving him shirtless. Bucky may be on the older side but got a six pack from hell.
Feeling the man kiss your breasts gently and your chest down to your stomach as he took your bra off and revealing your perky breasts
"God, you are beautiful" he says, making you blush red from the comment.
"Hmm thank you." you say as you unbutton your pants and pulled them down
Seeing matching underwear with your bra.
"This makes me want you even more now" Bucky growls as he pinch and pull at your nipples with his fingers as you to bit your lip
"Are you sure? If at any time say no please if you're not comfortable and I will stop" He clarifies with you, making you feel safe and comfortable just with that. Kissing him again with a you nod. "I’m sure" you say and Bucky nods as you feel your core heating up as he stares at you for a moment as he pushes you down to the desk, kicking everything off with loud noises.
"Sexy" Whispers Bucky causing you to go red again as felt fingers rub your clit gently as the pace slowly sped up.
Watching your face contort to pleasure, as he began rubbing faster and at a steady pace.
"I-okay…fuck" You moan out as your ran your hands through Bucky hair
Feeling something poking at your entrance, his fingers, two of them. Feeling then slips in with ease as you moan.
"Fuck!" Feeling the sensation of the rubbing on your clit and between his cool metal fingers thrusting in and out of you fast.
"Oh my god, Fuck me I like that" Moaning loudly as you felt Bucky now sucking and pull on one of your breasts while his fingers slammed into you.
Clutching around his fingers as your breathing got heavy and Bucky watched your face contort as you kiss, moaning into the kiss.
"Cum baby, let it out ."Bucky whispers in your ear as his forehead touches yours and his hand gently runs through your hair.
Moaning as he put another finger in causing you to grip the desk
Everything was building up, tension, everything got bundled up in one giant ball in your lower abdomen. This feeling was a different high and you loved it.
"Ah—…I’m-Im…" You whine out as bite Bucky lip and he stared at you with stern eyes filled with lust. "Cum for me babygirl, you can do it. Want me to go faster?" He asked, encouraging you to reach climax, to cum.
Bucky moving his finger faster, making you grip the table, arching your back. Moaning loudly as you came around his fingers and Bucky smiled at you. "Such a good girl." He says as you saw sticky substance around his fingers and he immediately took his fingers.
Grabbing your chin and opening your mouth as he shove them in
"How do you taste?" He questioned
"G-good" you answered shyly, Bucky kissing your lips, as tasted some of your cum on them. “You do taste good” he says as he shoved his finger back in you, before pulling them up and licking his fingers
"Hmm no, You taste delicious" He says as he smirk. Relaxing into your desk as you felt peaceful and your body was relaxed and you were in a daze of post climax.
"Do you want to continue?" He asks and you nod vigorously in response. Smacking your pussy making you jump in pleasure with a smile on your face.
Sitting up as you began undoing his button to his pants and he watched you.
"Someone needy" he says and you smirked
"Very, I’ve waiting for you to fuck me with your cock for months" you say and that was just enough to throw Bucky over the edge.
Bucky throwing his pants and underwear down as he positions himself at your entrance as he pushes into you, causing you to scream out.
Your forehead meeting his shoulder has pulled you closer, half off your ass hanging off the desk as he supported you. Closing your eyes as Bucky hands interwoven with yours before he pushed you down and started thrusting in you
Bucky picking up the speed as pleasure consumed you. Bucky giving you kisses, hickeys on your neck while he thrust harder and his hands on the back of your thighs as he held your legs up. Watching your grip and grab at the table's edge and watching moans escape your pretty little mouth
Smiling up at him as he began pounding into you, making you scream as he lets out guttural moans and groans into your ear. Bucky grabbing your waist as he lifted you up, slamming into an empty wall, making you scream as he pinned you against the wall and shoved his cock back at you, showing no mercy making you scream in pleasure.
"Oh my god" you screamed out as your partner while he attacked your lips, sucking and biting on them.
Bucky Barnes pounded you into your office wall. The pleasure, sensations, you felt once before moments earlier came back as you gripped him with closing of your eyes, arching your back. You tried your best to keep stable against the wall.
“F-fuck I’m close” you moaned out as your moans got louder. "Me too" he lustfully groans out before taking a hand off the wall and rubbing at your clit causing you to jump and scream in pleasure.
“OH MY GOD! FUCK! BUCKY!” You screamed out as you clenched around his cock. Bucky slammed into one more time as the both of you came, Bucky came inside of you. Feeling hot warm liquid inside of you. Bucky sweaty and your sweaty forehead meet together as he plants a lazy but passionate kiss on your lips.
“Fuck that was amazing" you breathlessly let out and now only loud breathing could be heard. Your legs shaky as Bucky slowly brought you away from the wall.
"Thank you" you whispered and he smiled “No need to say thank you" he says and you chuckled as you pulled him in again, kissing him.
The brown hair man placing you on the couch you had in the corner of your office where you take naps and it was extra seating.
Slowly laying down, Bucky laid next to you, smiling as you made room for him on the couch, by getting on top of him.
Closing your eyes as Bucky did the same. Slowly drifting off together to sleep.
Waking up as you covered in an blanket you had and still naked but cleaned up down there. Sighing as you slowly around your office, it’s clean and no signs of Bucky, his clothes gone. Sighing as you wrapped yourself in your blanket. Seeing a water bottle, pain relief and birth control from your desk out and set for you. Smiling softly as your head pounding right now but that’s okay. Grabbing the water as you coat your throat with it before downing the pills.
Sighing as you went to pick up your clothes, dropping the blanket and not hearing Bucky come in until he grabbed your waist behind you.
“Hmm this is a lovely sight to see” He says and you laughed , slowly getting up from bending down.
“I got you coffee and food but I don’t know, I like this too” he says and smacks your bare ass causing you to laugh. Grabbing the coffee he put on the desk as you took a sip and Bucky slowly pushed towards the table, your ass still turned to him, your breasts against your desk.
“Only if your down for round 2” he asked, You smirk looking back at him
“…I’m down”
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Beautiful in Black and White 🖤🤍
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thestoriesweforgot · 2 days ago
Dangerous, But Fun ꕥ Masterlist
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Civil War!Bucky Barnes x Assassin F!Reader
Warnings: AU: canon divergent, language, non-graphic violence and assault, references to murder and attempted murder, mentions of blood and injury, stalking, crime, smoking, dark comedy, unconventional rom-com, sassy!Bucky, flirty!Bucky, eventual smut, fluff, slight angst, enemies to somewhat reluctant lovers (on the Reader's part lol???), list to be updated as the series progresses
Summary: You are the best at what you do, and you must succeed where countless others have failed: kill the Winter Soldier. But unfortunately for you, nothing seems to go right whenever this man is involved. Where does he get off, smiling at you like that when you're trying to put a bullet in his brain? Is he making fun of you, buying you flowers and asking you out on dates instead of running for cover? Why does he touch and kiss you like that? More importantly... why do you let him?
I do not consent to having my work copied, reposted, or translated on outside apps or sites. If you see my work outside of Tumblr and not under the username @thestoriesweforgot, then it has been posted without my permission.
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(Last Updated: July 1, 2022)
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jin0 · a day ago
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Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x Reader
Summary : After years of absence, you were thought to be dead. But here you were, alive and ready to take everything that was yours, or you'd die trying. And this time, you would take both of them with you.
Warnings : 18+ ONLY, Minor DNI, canon level violence, mentions of murder, guns and blood, soft!dark, angst, fluff, trauma (mental and physical)
A/N : i forgot that story omg ?? but i guess better later than never so, here it goes :)
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You’d never noticed but your ceiling was very detailed. The carving on it and the painting was absolutely magnificent. It made your head spin and to follow all the intricate patterns but you always loved doing it, mostly when you were waiting for so long. You needed a distraction or you’d leave and you really didn’t want to get in trouble over that again. You had dealt with the consequences of her wrath before, the silent treatment was deadly, that you could definitely attest.
You swung on your chair, back and forth. You looked like one of those kids in the back of the class who kept playing with their chairs, until they’d inevitably fall and bust their heads on the floor. The image was grime but it fit the setting, the situation and the future situations you would inevitably have to deal with.
Things were peaceful now, but peace could only last for so long, right ? And with the way things were already going, the situations would be rushing to your doorstep very soon. You were taking big steps, very big ones and it should scare you. You knew it would put a price on your head, but if your plan was going according to what you have in mind, a big one was already looming and waiting to fall. Unfortunately for them, you’d gotten crazy good at dodging.
“Stop balancing yourself on that chair before you break your skull.”
You jump at the sound of her voice, your second in command. Turning around, you smile when you see her glare pointed at you. Classic, she always seemed to be angry at you but you knew better. When she was angry, everyone knew it. This was her looking barely annoyed, not above the ordinary at least.
You stood up, skipping towards her, gum in mouth, popping enormous pink bubbles. You and your candies had a very close relationship, sweet and not really good for you if you consumed too much, too regularly, so exactly like you would. You’d barely gotten close to her that she was already lifting a small trashcan in front of your face.
“If you want to be taken seriously, you have to drop the childish act. It starts with spitting out that gum you’ve been popping for hours.”
You grin, smacking even louder which results in her smacking your head.
“You can’t hit me ! I’m your boss remember ?”
“Yes I can, we’re in America. It’s a free country. Now if you wanna complain, send me back to Russia.” She scolds, putting down the trashcan when you finally spit the peace of gum.
You watch her pace in front of you, checking your appearance before sighing. You never knew whether she was exhausted or if she was satisfied. But when she made no further comment, you settled on the later.
Your expression softened and you walked up to her with a small smile, the kind that a big sister would have to reassure the younger one.
“You worry too much. It’s a simple meeting, nothing more.”
“It’s not a simple meeting and you should know. Having this man in your pocket means controlling half of New York’s underground crime society. You’d have every petty thief and random bank robbers at your feet. And there’s a whole lot of them around here.” When she took a pause, you knew that she was testing the waters, making sure proceeding was possible. This conversation you had been having it for months now. And despite the different context of change of tone, it never changed enough for to not anticipate the next part.
“I know what you’re about to ask and you know my answer. It hasn’t changed.”
“Then let me ask you again, in case you need someone else to give you the wake up call you might be needing.” Walking up to you, she stood in front of you and stared into your eyes. “Are you ready for what’s coming ? Truly ready ? Because after today, there’s no going back. After today the war is official.”
It took you a few seconds of thinking, not for you but for all the people around you. After years hiding in the shadows, you’d reveal yourself again and start something that couldn’t be undone. Were you ready for this ? In your head and your heart, the answer was clear.
“I’m ready Yelena. I’ve waited five years to get were we are now. There’s no backing down. We’re doing this and going all the way.” You turned around to look out the window with a hopeful smile. “We’ll burn this city to the ground and rebuild over its ruins.”
When you both walked in the room, the air was tense and you should’ve been scared. Your guest was an important man, known in these streets for his methods and his ease when it came to killing. He was efficient, the most efficient even and was never scared to get his hands dirty.
“Mister Castle, happy to see you’ve accepted our invitation to a meeting.”
You wait a few seconds with your hand ready to shake his but lower it when he makes it clear that he had no intention to. This man was the epitome of a tough cookie and it was clear that corporate politeness and fake smiles wouldn’t do with him. You needed to remember that as efficient as you were, as talented as you were, this was his world. He’d lost friends, family and more to it. So you needed to drop the act and show yourself for who you really were.
“Let’s drop all that chit chat and get to the real stuff. I’m curious to see exactly what you think you’ll be getting from me. Last time I heard about you, you were supposed to be six feet under. And now you want me keeping this meeting secret and breaking the code and going behind their backs to join you.” He thanked Yelena for the drink she had placed in front of him and you did the same when she’d given you the same. “Give me a reason not to make sure that you actually do end up under this time.”
“Because they’d kill you if they knew you were the one responsible for my death.”
This simple phrase wasn’t what had gotten him so stunned, it was the tone used in the sentence that surprised him.
When he looked at you, he tried his hardest to see the young woman he had met at a gala hosted by the mob, to celebrate new acquisitions and enemies going down, but most importantly, to celebrate your professional achievements. They were always over the top like that, enjoying celebrating your success more than their own, so you learned how to compromise.
But when his eyes looked into yours, he saw something he knew all too well. Something he had been carrying with him for years and even with everything he had now, could ne er let go of. When he looked at you, he could see pure rage, dancing precise and controlled steps in your veins. He knew these eyes better than anyone, the eyes of a woman betrayed by the ones she had loved so much that her own self love started to dissipate. She’d been crushed to powered and had to regrow from her own ruins.
She was him and he was her.
He understood now, where in so little time you had found such power. A woman born from the suffering of her people, the outsiders who had no other choice but to learn how to walk free in the world of the damned and the willing sinners.
A willing sinner, she’d grown into one, accepting to break her own morals to raise herself to the ranks of those she was targeting. A beast on a hunt, slowly molding itself to be as non threatening and discreet as she’d need to be.
In that exact moment, Frank Castle recognized you for what you were : a threat.
Adjusting in his seat, he watched you stand up to give him a file. When he opened it, he closed it just as quickly, he didn’t need to see more, not when he knew the content by heart. It was his own archives and inventory after all. Everything about his activities for the mob, Steve and Bucky.
“Do you see these charts ? How low they keep getting ?” You asked, a quirked brow signaling the slight sarcasms in the question. You sat back on your seat, skimming through the various papers without truly paying attention. “You’re praised, worshipped even, for your efficiency in your work. But your recent results have been true disappointments in my opinion.”
The look he directed on you would’ve made many whimper and cower in fear. But the smile that crept on your face clearly meant something completely different. For a quick second, his eyes changed from ego fueled rage to curiosity. You noticed it and you also noticed how he quickly went back to his previous expression. You were both understanding each other in that moment, analyzing each other. You were playing a game and if things went right, there would only be winners here.
“You’ve spent the last year taking take or the messes left behind by the big bosses while staying in the same position. I know money and power don’t interest you, you want your peace, but you can’t have that when you’re playing babysitter, right Mr Castle ?”
His silence was sufficient and so were his eyes, expressing the deep exhaustion he felt. You knew nothing about this man and who he was inside, only what he was as a member of the mob. But it wouldn’t take a second set of eyes and a Masters in psychology to see the obvious. This man was tired, physically, mentally and in all the other senses of the term.
“Listen Mr Castle-“
“Listen Frank.” You walked up to him with a second file that Yelena had brought with her earlier and place it in front of him without handing it fully. When he tried to grab it, you quickly pulled it out if his reach with a smile. Said smile he was trying very hard to not return, amused by the situation. “I’m here to align with people, not control them through fear to take care of me and my messes for me when I’m not mentally stable enough to do it myself. And definitely not when I refuse help.”
The dig at Steve and Bucky’s mental health and stability to rule was low, very low. But it felt refreshing to hear what he’d been thinking to himself. He’d seen broken men, in and out of war and the last rational thing to do was put them in a position of power over other’s life. But powerful men never accepted help and would rather look crazy than lose the only sense of stability they had left.
“What do you want from me then ? Because what tells me I won’t be doing the exact same shit I did for them but for you ?”
“Nothing.” You stood up to fill up your glass and his before returning with a solemn expression. “Nothing can assure you of anything. But you’re a clever man Frank and your instincts have never let you down.” You leaned in front of him, allowing him to look into your eyes a fully stare into your soul. “So see, analyze and tell me. Tell me whether or not you trust me enough to do business with me and then we’ll see for the rest.”
The choice was quick, quicker than what you’d expected and once signed, the news spread like a wildfire.
Frank was out. Done with the Rogers and Barnes conglomerate. It was over between them. You’d done it, you absolutely mad lad, they called you. You had acquired one of the most feared man of the city and that without needing to show any excessive show of power.
The wave of distrust started to grow, you were getting exactly what you wanted. You didn’t particularly care about getting Frank Castle. He was efficient but he did, Yelena could do way faster and without ever being seen or remembered. They’d be too scared to even speak of her. You needed him to pass a message, make as much noise as you could. You would take until there was nothing to tale anymore. And after taking the Frank Castle, The Punisher or New York, you wouldn’t even need to take by force. The people would flock towards you like moths in the light.
The mob was a world of survivor and opportunists. If you knew what was good for you, you’d turn towards the side that represented exactly that, opportunities. And if your plan went right, you would quickly become the new opportunity.
The news was announced to Steve and Bucky quickly, again it spread fast. Frank was the one to do it.
“Sorry but business is business. You’re turning too dangerous, and you know I don’t like useless danger, I like my peace. And this new boss can offer me just that and ten times more guarantees. You’d be surprised by what the newbies can do nowadays. Call it the power of rage.”
As he hung up, both men stared into the distance, trying as hard as they could to contain their anger but failing to do so. The phone was crushed in Bucky’s metal arm while Steve stood up, pacing around to compose himself. The hole his fist formed in the wall proved his attempt to be unsuccessful.
Losing Frank meant losing both territories and people. They’d been irrational lately but they still cared about their business. That meant that they would care about losing more men than needed. But despite all that, despite all the risks, they still couldn’t care less. Not when they had a new lead on you, the best they had in the last five years. A lead that not only you were alive, but that also revealed how close you had been all this time.
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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 12 hours ago
Forbidden Fruit
AN.: Just another thingy that came to my mind.
Pairing: dbf!Bucky x avenger!Rogers!reader
Warnings: Bucky (of course.. ), blood, violence, kidnapping, mentions of death, IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE SKIP THIS READ.
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-WHAT THE HELL TONY? - asked Steve furiously.
-Rogers... I know she's your daughter. I know you lost her mother in a mission. But we also know that she inherited the serum in your veins, and in fact she's one of the best around here. It's about time she goes on a mission. - states Tony calmly.
-I'm not gonna lose her. If it means i have to get her fired from the team i will, but you sure as hell won't send her on any damn missions...
You stopped, and the smile that previously graced your face had fallen. You just finished sparring with Nat, and were on your way to the briefing, but seems like your dad caught word of your upcoming mission, and thought to put some words in... Tony's eyes flickered behind Steve, seeing the disappointment on your face. You clearly heard that your own father would be willing to get you fired. Effectively destroying all your hard work since you were little, and possibly your relationship with him as well..
The rest of the team started to fill the room as you first made eyecontact with your dad, he tried to say something, but you weren't gonna hear any of it. You turned on your heels, and ran. Or at least you tried, cause as the elevator opened, you collided with a hard chest. You apologized, eyes on the floor, when you heard your dad's best friend's concerned voice.
-Are you all right (Y/n)?
-Sure i am Buck. - was all you said, suddenly hearing your father calling for you. The elevator wasn't fast enough, so you opted for the stairs, asking FRIDAY to lock all the doors to the staircase, except for the P1, parking area's. You wanted to get away from there.
-(Y/n), Honey, wait.. IT' NOT.... - Steve tried to talk to you, but you ran.
-What did you do again punk? - Bucky asked his friend.
-Tony wanted to send her on the mission with Nat and Sam and You, but you know.. i just.. she must have heard some stuff i said... and just... - he blabbered.
-What did you say huh?
-That i'd rather have her fired than let her go on a mission... I can't lose her too Buck.. i can't..
-I know punk, but on the other hand that girl started fighting before even learning how to talk... She also has the serum... You know she is more than ready and capable. And if you think any of us would let anything happen t o her... then i don't know what else to say.. - Bucky said dropping a supporting hand on Steve's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
Nobody saw you for the remainder of the day. You went to the club that was farthers from the tower, making sure noone of the team ever went there. You were sitting at the bar, sipping your fifth whiskey when there was a poke on your arm, asking for your attention.
As you turned, you saw a cocky looking guy, with a shit eating grin.
-I never saw any woman holding herself this well after 4 whiskey.. - he said looking you over. -The name is Rumlow.
You finished your drink. Before noting that it was your 5th drink, as you stood up, deciding it was time for you to leave. Ransom caught you by your wrist, twirling you back to him, his other hand flying for your waist, keeping you close to him.
-Where are you running sweetheart. I was just trying to get to know you... - he said still grinning.
You rolled your eyes before twisting his free hand, nearly breaking it.
-Now, now. You'll get your filthy hand off my waist. - you smiled at him. Before you could continue, you heard a cough behind you, then another hand snaked around your shoulder, a familiar scent hitting your nose.
-Honey, is everything alright? Sorry for taking too long, the traffic was a nightmare. -Bucky stated before giving a kiss on your cheek. Well this makes it easier. You won't need to beat this asshole up after all.
Before you could react, the creep started to talk.
-Well i like a stong handed woman for sure.. As for you my man... I watched your pretty little thing from afar for the past few hours... The traffic shouldn't be that bad at 11 pm after all... I'm guessing you have a side chick as well don't you.. - his eyes flicker to you, trying t o see if he's getting under your skin, and to be honest, you knew Bucky was only your father's best friend, and probably thought of you like a daughter... but you could help but feel a pang in your chest when you imagined Bucky in some woman's arms. -Uh oh.. i hit a nerve there sweetheart, didn't i? -Rumlow asked, reaching for your waist once again, but this time, Bucky twirled you away, tucking you to his side safely before punching Rumlow straight in the face, before turning around, dragging you outside with himself.
-I had it under control... - you muttered under your nose.
-No doll you did not... Do you have any idea who is that man?
-No i don't.. but seems like you're just like dad. Not believing in my skills in the slightest. - you said, as you shoved his arm off of you, trutting away to the opposite of his bike. He just sighed. It wasn't the reason he stepped in at all.. At first he wanted to find you to reassure you that they talked to your father, and you can go to the mission after all.. But then he saw Rumlow's hand around your waist, and he acted without thinking. A strange possessiveness came over him, his mind only focusing on getting you away from the stranger. Now all he could do is sigh at your retreating form.
He got on his bike, to catch up with you, but you didn't even look at him.
-Doll, hop on, i'll take you back..
-No need Buck, perfectly capable of walking.
-It would took 2 hours even with the serum to walk back, hop on.
You looked at him, knowing he wouldn't let it go, so you sighed defeated, and got on behind him, snaking your hands around him. He would never admit it out loud, but he loved when you did that. He loved your faint perfume sneaking it's way into his nose and his heart. Steve would surely kill him if he'd know how many times he had to stop sparring with you lately, running to the showers to cool himself down, or how many times he had to adjust himself in secret when he was over at you and Steve's floor and you walked into the kitchen in only a big white dress shirt of your dad's, and your hair in a messy bun.
When you got back, your dad was standing in the middle of the shared living room. Face showing he was worried sick for the past few hours. He ran up to you as soon as the elevator opened, engulfing you in a big hug, muttering sorries as he held you close. You just stood there without moving a muscle.
-You... you can go to the mission.. i.. i can't keep you locked up when you're one of the best around here... Sam, Bucky and Nat will be there too... i shouldn't worry... i just... - he stammered, looking guilty.
-Mom.. i know.. but that one accident doesn't mean that you can undermine all my years of training... and that goes for you too... - you turned, showing a finger to Bucky's chest before heading off to your room, shutting the door with a loud thud.
-Just like her ma... - Bucky snorted.
The mission was quite simple. Abandoned HYDRA building, in needing of a good swipe, then making it equal with the ground. You and Nat starting from the top to the ground, the guys starting from the basements, heading upwards.
It wasn't empty as they thought it will be, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. You were fighting off 2 men, when you heard a loud bang. They tried to crash the top floor on you and Nat, one side of the building already collapsing. Nat were caught up falling with the debris, and you quickly grabbed her hand, yanking her up t the remaining floor.
-Thanks (Y/n).. - she said, as you started to hear Bucky's and Sam's concerned voice over your comms. You looked at Nat rolling your eyes as she started to laugh.
-Nobody is injured dad, stop your shit. - Mocking Bucky in the meantime - How's things down there? They are collapsing the top floors on us. - Nat stated.
-Swiped, we are 2 floors under you two. Meet in the middle in 10. -Sam answered as Nat went to check another room not too far away.
There was another door you didn't check. You stepped in cautiously, when someone shut it behind you, strangling you with a wire. A woman stepped before you, holding a knife to your neck, smiling wickedly, walking close in her heels, touching the comms in your ear, as you heard your teammates asking for you, before she whispered into it seductively.
-Tell Rogers i have his little girl.. She will suffer the consequences if he doesn't met my demands. - She smiled in the camera in the corner, knowing full well the rest of the team were able to hear and see the scene over at the tower, before smashing the handle of her knife into your temple, knocking you out, making you go limp in the arms of the man.
They took you into a secret basement, before speeding away in a secret tunnel. When you regained consciousness you found yourself strapped to a chair. The place seemed eerily matching the one where they tortured Bucky years back.
-Oh the little birdy is awake.. - she smiled at you walking closer.
-What do you want? - you spat.
-Oh honey, i want your dad back... We had quite fun times before you and your mom came along... I can't believe i had to wait 24 years to have you too...
-You were the one that killed her... making her leave her husband and her 2 year old child... - the realization hit you.
-Bingo honey, and now that i have you too, there is nothing stopping me... But you see, it would be just way too easy to kill you and be done with it... After 24 years, i want your dear daddy to suffer... I'm sure you saw this chair in the Winter Soldier's files... We're gonna erase your little mind, until you simply won't remember any of them... then, you're gonna kill them off one by one for me, leaving dear daddy for last... Nobody crosses Peggy Carter.. - she smiled again, before having one of her men setting up a camera in front of you.
-Say hi to daddy. - she singed, as they hit the record button, and she started shocking you, making you scream out in pain.
The avengers were shocked to see the video. It was encrypted, so they wouldn't be able to find you through it. Steve stood up, looking all over the team.
-And you all said nothing would happen to her... - he said, as he left, shutting the glass door with such force, it broke into pieces.
The rest of the team immediately started to search, and swipe every HYDRA base they could in search for you, with no luck so far.
A week later they recieved another video, showing your beaten up face, you ad various cuts over you as well.. She didn't stop at the electrocuting.. She wanted you to suffer, and wanted the team to see it. Both your arms were cut deeply, blood slowly dripping from it, as she electrocuted you again. You couldn't even scream anymore. Then the video cut to Peggy smiling.
-Honey, it is about time you come back to me.. We can use our little bird here to take care of the rest of your team.. that is if you ever wanna see her again.. -Then the camera cut back to you, barely breathing, lump in the chair.
Bucky's heart broke at the sight. He knew what kinda pain you were in. And they even hurt you further.. If you ever make it out of this alive, he'll never let you out of his sight...
Bruce barged in with his laptop.
-I found where they send the videos from.. - he informed the team. Before they could set up a plan they needed to know how many HYDRA agents are in there. It was no question that everybody will go to this mission. They connected to their security system, now having access to every room in the building. That's when they saw you. You were wincing through the pain as you tried to get yourself out of that fucking chair.
Bucky silently prayed that you'll make it out.
The plan was in motion, they were sweeping the rooms one by one, trying to find where exactly they hold you. Without Steve cause his nerves would be a huge mistake factor right now... That's when Bucky heard commotion from the far corner. When he bursted the door open, he saw you, bleeding from your wounds, limping, to the wall, to sink down on in, sitting on the floor. Then he saw Peggy, in the chair, lifeless, with a knife in her chest, basically pinning her to the chair.
He ran to you, hands cupping your face, searching for any sign that you did not forgot him.
-Buck - you whispered, your voice breaking as you looked into his eyes.
-Yes doll, i'm here, it will be alright, you are incredible. - he said as he kissed you on the lips, before gathering you in his arms, keeping you close. You fell asleep in his hold, and he did not dare to put you down on the jet either. He only did when he arrived in the medbay of the tower, but even then he didn't leave your side.
The door of the roomn bursted open as Steve ran in, tears falling, as he held your limp hand in his. Quietly thanking Bucky for saving you.
-It wasn't me. - Bucky said with a sigh, clenching his jaw.
-What? -Steve's eyes shot up.
-I didn't save her. When i arrived Peggy was pinned to the chair with a knife, lifeless. It was her. She overcame it. She is stronger than any of us Steve.
Steve's eyes shot to you, scars already healing, the wounds you had already closed thanks to the serum. He kissed the back of your hand, hoping you'd wake up.
And later that night you did. You were in a dark room, machines beeping, making sure your vitals are fine. Your dad holding your hand, his head on your bed as he slept beside you on a chair. He must have fallen asleep there. Then your eyes went to your other side, moonlight slowly illuminating Bucky's smiling face. He was relieved. He stood up, gently caressing your head and pressing a kiss on it, before leaving the room. The door closing woke up Steve, who squeezed your hand as the tears started the fall again.
-I thought i'm gonna loose you kid.. - he said hugging you.
-They'll gonna have to try harder than this... - you smiled as you carefully hugged him back.
-You are so incredible.. I can't believe i ever doubted you for a second.. My fears took the best of me... I'm so so sorry honey...
-I understand your fears dad... I just.. I work 10 times harder every time, i want to make you proud.. and you never let me prove myself..
-It will change now baby.. you just need to get well again.. i promise i'll try hard to change my old ways okay? ...
-Thank you dad. - you said.
And then it really changed. Three weeks later you were sparring with Nat again. Life was back to somewhat normal, you were getting ready for a mission with her. The only thing bothering you was the fact that Bucky avoided you. As soon as you were in t he same room as him, he basically ran out. You were annoyed by this. You didn't recollect anything that you might have offended him with. But you had no way of asking him.
Sam walked up to your training form, stopping the boxing bag from swinging from your last hit.
-Whoa princess, who hurt you? - he said as he saw the bag completely ruined.
-Noone, i'm just frustrated. - you sighed, taking the bandage off your hands.
-Why, what happened?
-Ever since i'm back from.. you know.. Bucky seems to be avoiding me.. But i can't recall anything i said or did to offend him so... i don't know.. - you sighed again.
That night Sam invited Bucky out for drinks to a nearby bar. Hoping to find something out for you. He never saw you lose your cool like that.
-We hardly see you at the tower anymore.. what's up dude? -Sam asked.
-Yea i just.. i have a lot on my mind and it doesn't help being there..
-You can talk to me you know.. Did something happen?
-Well.. i just.. you remember that i found (Y/n) slumped to a wall after killing Peggy, and carried her out and stuff?
-Yea, what about it? She is fine now, she was incredible back there.
-Yes .. um... i .. - Bucky stuttered.
Sam sat up straighter in his seat.
-What did you do Buck? - he asked.
-I.. i couldn't help myself.. i wanted her for the last 2 years.. i know it's wrong.. i just.. i was so proud, and glad we found her.. i.. i kissed her Sam... Now i can't look her in the eyes, nor Steve... I'm supposed to be his best friend... I should be looking at her like she's my own daughter... and for most of the time i could.. but now.. i just.. i cant.. I even thought about quitting..
-Jesus Dude... - Sam sighed - Firstly, there's no way you'll quit. Second.. she has absolutely no clue why are you avoiding her, but is sure affects her.. She ripped a boxig bag apart today.. And lastly... The heart wants what it wants.. I'm sure if anyone would be to court (Y/n) Steve would be glad if it's someone he knows he can trust... I heard he K.O.-d Rumlow when he dared to ask if he can date her..
-Yea well, i wouldn't wanna be knocked out thank you.. And what do you mean she doesn't know.. I mean.. she called my name.. she kissed me back. - Bucky didn't understood.
-Well you'll need to talk to her to figure that out..
It was late at night, you were sure your dad was asleep. You were tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep. You had this reoccurring dream since You killed Peggy. AT first it was just Bucky kissing you, then every night it went further and further, it became more passionate. You didn't understand why, and you were sometimes even glad that he avoided you lately. It helped keeping whatever this was under control. Sparring with him would surely kill you. You touched yourself, imagining it was him touching you. You shouldn't be thinking about him this way, but in the comfort of your own room you let yourself. Your breathing became uneven as you neared your climax as you thought about him bending you over the kitchen counter, or pushing you up the wall of his shower.. Small whimpers left you as you came. Sighing that sadly these fantasies were probably all you'll get.. You should find someone to help ease these urges.. Not as your dad would let you.. but your were 26... You needed something c'mon. The opening of your door startled you as you wiped the sweat off your forehead. For once you were thankful that you kept your panties and the henley you stole from Bucky before the mission.
-Sorry i heard your heart punding fast, and the whimpers, i thought you were having a nightmare... - Bucky said, as he slowly turned to leave seeing you weren't having a nightmare.
-Buck, stop.. - you pleaded. - Why are you avoiding me? Did i do something?
He shut your door then turned around sighing, looking at the ground.
-No you didn't.. I did.. and .. i ... I kissed you okay? I know it wasn't right, and it is unrecruited.. but i .. i was so happy you were alive.. i was so happy i didn't lose you... - he babbled as your finger shot up to caress your lower lip as you sat up in your bed.
-So it.. it wasn't a dream? You did kiss me? - you asked.
-Yes doll.. and i'm so fucking sorry... Listen i'll quit.. and .. i'll ... - he went to say but you interrupted him.
-Well i'm not sorry... - you whispered now looking at your crossed feet on your bed.
-Wait.. what? - he asked, not understanding.
-I.. i know you're dad's best friend.. and i know you practically watched me grow up.. but lately i ... i don't know Bucky.. I don't understand why or how.. but ever since that night at the HYDRA base i kept having these dreams... It started with you just kissing me once... and now you say that one wasn't a dream...
-You had other dreams? - he whispered sitting on your bed and searching for your eyes.
You were embarassed now, and were glad for the darkness of your room as you nodded not looking him in the eye. He was curious now. He never seen you this shy. He hooked a finger under your chin, making you look at him in the eye as he asked.
-What did you dream about doll? -his voice was so low, almost like a growl.
-I.. um.. well first you just kissed me.. then it slowly went further and further every night... - you tried to look away from him, but he didn't let you.. He leaned closer until his next question was only whispered on your lips.
-So that's what i've heard just now.. You were touching yourself thinking about those dreams? - you felt embarassed again, but if he didn't let you look away, you'll just close your eyes... Then you bit your lip before nodding as you felt his finger trace down your neck slowly.
He sucked a bit of air in seeing your answer, he felt himself already hardening just at the thought. He pressed a featherlight kiss on your lips, testing the waters. When he moved away you whimpered and moved after him, taking a hold of his hand. When you looked him in the eye you weren't sure what you saw. It was as hearing your words, and kissing you was all he ever wanted, but as he hated it at the same time.
-I shouldn't be doing this doll... God knows it's all i ever wanted but.. i shouldn't... Steve... - he said, making you sigh.
-He didn't wanted me to be an avenger either.. I am a grown woman and can make decisions myself wether he likes it or not.. But if it makes you this conflicted then just go... -you said as you turned your back to him, hiding yourself into your pillows and blanket.
He sighed and left. As he closed the door he heard your sniffles... he knew he fucked up big time...
The next two weeks it was you who avoided him. If he couldn't see you the grown woman you are, he isn't deserving of your thoughts and never was. Tonight most of the team were going to your usual pub to dance and drink. It wasn't often that most of you were in the compound at the same time without the world needed to be saved. You were dancing with Thor as your dad and Bucky arrived. Bucky glanced at you then turned his head... You hated him and had every right to.. At least Thor didn't care about Steve... he thought as he clenched his jaw.
Steve just sighed as he sipped his beer.
-When did she grow up? I can't keep worrying about the time she'll come home with someone who will take her away... I can only hope we showed her what kinda guy she should go for.. - he smiled.
Bucky just clenched his jaw again, angrily sipping his beer.
-I would be most glad if she'd came home with someone like you Buck, then i'd know she'd be in good hands and protected and stuff.. - Steve said not looking at Bucky, instead of looking at you dancing with Thor.
Bucky's eyes shot to you, as Thor whispered something into your ear making you throw your head back laughing.
-Yea well... let's hope he doesn't fuck it up.. like i did. - he says, only whispering the last part, making sure Steve did not hear it.
Steve sips his beer, looking at his friend then you, then Bucky again. He saw the pain in Bucky's eyes as Thor's hands were snaking around your waist, holding you closer. It took everything in him to tore his eyes away from you, so he didn't see when you looked at him, before leaving him on the dancefloor alone as you went to search for Nat.
Steve smirked. He knew this game, your mother did the same when he fucked up.
Now he understood the rest of the team... Just this afternoon they were making bets about how much time would it take a certain someone to rip Thor off of you, as he was the only one who dared to do this, possibly angering your father as well. The certain someone was Bucky for sure.
YOu were back, grinding against Thor, your back to his chest, as his hands rested on your hips, while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear while secretely looking at Bucky, making you smirk. At least that's what he thought. He ordered a whiskey and downed it in one go.
Steve laughed, earning a look from Bucky.
-You know.. her mother did the same to me when i fucked up.. - he said smiling. - there was one time, in the very beginning, when i was a foolish teenager and couldn't decide between her and some blonde plastic chick, she got Scott to act like her new boyfriend, after two days, when he nearly kissed her after they won the football game i just couldn't keep it anymore. I marched up and knocked Scott out. Told her she is the only one i ever wanted and the only one i'll ever want...
-Yea but why do you think i... ? - asked Bucky, but got interrupted by Steve.
-Well i know her, and i know you... I see how you look at eachother... and I'm not against it you know... You're right for eachother. - he said with a fond smile looking at you, while Bucky's eyes widened. Looking at you, then looking at him, then back at you.
-Go get her tiger.. - Steve said snorting at how eager Bucky stood up and marched towards you.
Thor's hands left you as he held them up in surrender, as Bucky grabbed your face and kissed you in the middle of the dance floor passionately, making everything and everyone else disappear around you. You melt into his touch.
When he let you go, he pushed his forehead to yours and just stared into your eyes.
-Came to your right mind Buck? - you smiled.
-You could say that... i also got your papa's blessing.. - he smirked before throwing you over his shoulder and walking out of the pub, only putting you down on his bike.
When you got back at the tower, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. You kissed passionately until he pushed you up to his now closed door, as you snaked your legs around him, smiling. The kiss he gave you was calm, as if he was savoring it. It wasn't urgent anymore, he wanted to take his time.
-I.. it's been some time since i've done this doll... - he said, putting you down carefully.
-It's alright... we don't have to do anything you don't want to.. - you said smiling.
A smirk appeared on his face. -Shouldn't i be the one who says that doll? -making you giggle as you push him to sit down on his couch. You took a step back, biting your lip before dropping your little red dress on the floor, leaving you in your matching red lace bra and panties.
-Fuck me.... - he said looking you over as you moved to straddle him. His hands immediately went to caress up your thighs only to stop on your buttcheeks, as he hide his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you sweetly, surely leaving a mark. You throw your head back, only to hear him whisper into your neck.
-How did i get so damn lucky? - before he squeezed your butt and brought you to sit over his hard on. You nearly moaned as you felt how big he was, you started to slowly grind down on him. He stood up, with you in his hands, kissing you as he walked to his bedroom, dropping you on his bed. He towered over your body, holding your hands above you with one hand, as his other slowly wandered towards where you wanted him the most. As he started to circle your clit through the fabric of your underwear, he watched your face, admiring how responsive you were to him. When he heard your breathing become uneven he stopped, smirking down at you. Your eyes shot open as you took his hand and showed it down your panties while saying : "Don't you dare stop Barnes" earning a chuckle from him, before he started kissing down your body, lowering himself to be inbetween your legs. You felt his hot breath even through your now soaked panties. He slowly lifted a finger, hooking it under the soft fabric, pushing it to the side, before licking along your slit. The moan that left your mouth was possibly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. Your fingers found his hair and he didn't mind one bit. He added two cold, metal fingers to your needy hole as he continued licking your clit, the sensation being even better than you imagined. Soon enough you were trippling over the edge, gushing around his fingers. He lifted them to his mouth while looking you straight in the eye. He then lowered himself next to you, cuddling closer, giving you slow kiss.
-Oh no no Mr. Barnes.. we are not finished.. - you whispered between kisses.
-I don't mind.. i just wanted a taste.. - he said.
-Well too bad i want you to make me yours fully... - you said seductively, as you moved on top of him, your pussing sliding along his shaft making him shudder.
-God.... woman... you make me crazy... - he said eyes closing, as he enjoyed the little game you were playing. You continued to slide your folds up and down his shaft, before he had enough and throw you on your back, pinning your arms above your head, showing his dick deep in you with a single thrust, earning a moan from you. His other hand went to your throat as he continued to fuck you into oblivion. Your second orgasm neared as he kept pushing the spongy soft inside that made you scream. You squirted on his cock, gripping him thightly and soon enough he came inside you as you were trembling around him. After a few lingering kisses and breaths he picked you up and took you to his shower to clean you up. You giggled at how boyish he looked while doing it. He saw you looking at him, a hint of worry crossing your eyes.
-I hope you are not thinking about what i think you do doll. I want you for good. Not for a night or a month. It's not a game alright? - he said cupping your cheeks, popping a small kiss to the tip of your nose. - I want to fall asleep and wake up holding you, i want to make you happy. - he continued as he gave a little peck on your lips, before intervining his fingers with yours. You just nodded, the butterflies in your stomach making it impossible for you to speak. He gave you one of his henley-s to sleep, while he went for a simple boxer. You fell asleep on his chest, so peaceful and content... It all felt like a dream.
The next morning you woke up to the sun shining harshly in your eyes. You turned around only to find yourself being wrapped in strong arms and smushed into a strong, tiny bit hairy chest. You moaned a bit, enjoying the warmth.
You heard a light chuckle then HIS morning voice followed. Gosh this was surely your new favourite thing to hear.
-Go sleep a bit more dolly, i'm not ready to wake up and let you go. - murmured Bucky as you smiled into his chest, which slowly turned into a giggle.
-Whats so funny, huh? - he asked eyes still closed, holding you closer. You rolled on top of him, propping yourself up just enough so you can look in his eyes. His hands started to caress your sides and back lovingly under his henley as he finally opened his eyes, smiling at you.
-Does this mean i'll have two oldies forbiding me of going to missions? - you asked, still giggling. He lifted one of his eyebrows, smirk forming on his handsome face as he started to tickle you, while turning you both around, so that he was seated between your legs.
-I'll show you who's old dolly... -he said before kissing you passionately.
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ohbuckysmetalarm · a day ago
Champagne and Sunshine
Part 2
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: “Hop in the shower, she beggin’ for more…”
Warnings: SMUT: [Teasing, Dirty talk, Handjob, Blowjob, Brief face fucking, Edging, Begging (m and f), Marking, Slight degration, Possessiveness, Size kink, Begging kink, Praise kink, Choking kink, Slight Daddy kink, Mention of domination kink, Shower sex, Unprotected P in V sex] USE OF PET NAMES: (Baby, Babygirl, Doll, Princess)
Word Count: 2370
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“We should probably go shower…” Bucky says as he strokes your cheek gently.
“Yeah, we should.” You pant back.
After a few moments Bucky picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent. Even after fucking you into oblivion he still smells like his cologne, though it’s faint. When he walks into the bathroom he places you on the counter to turn on the water and let it heat up.
Once he thinks the water is warm enough he picks you up again and places you under the warm water. The warmth feels amazing on you skin and you instantly relax. Bucky applies a generous amount of body wash on the loofa and steps closer to you. He gently scrubs your back, leaving kisses on your neck as he does so. Telling you how beautiful you look and how good you did for him. He turns you around and focuses on your stomach, making his way to your breasts. You look into his eyes as he spreads the suds around them, you can see the desire start to creep into his features. Bucky drops down to his knees and scrubs you legs and feet. As he washes your thighs he lightly blows on your pussy, making your knees buckle slightly. He finishes cleaning you, being careful not to pay too much attention on your most sensitive parts, thinking your not quite ready for another round. As you rinse off you watch him, thinking up a plan of how to get him absolutely needy for you.
You take the loofa from his hand and start on his broad chest, loving the way he looks at you you do so. Like he knows you have something in mind. Before you know it there’s only one place that needs cleaned and you drop the loofa. Bucky looks down at you absolutely confused. You pump some soap into your hand and drop to your knees in front of the super soldier. You look up at him him innocent eyes as you grab ahold of his base and his he throws his head back and groans out. You pump him a few times and semi quickly hardens and you can barely even fit you hand around his shaft, he’s so thick.
“God, Bucky, you’re so big.” You breathe out. That must have been the right thing to say because you feel his dick twitch in your hand and you smirk slightly. You start a slow, gentle pace that has him whimpering quietly, needing more. You take your other hand and pump him with that hand as well to get some soap on it before bringing it down to his sack. He moans out loud at the pleasure he’s receiving. The sounds he’s making has you absolutely dripping with need. The slight tug at his sack and the slow pace your pumping him still isn’t enough to make Bucky cum and you know it. You pull away from him completely and stand up; he snaps his eyes open, not realizing he has even closed them. He quickly rinses off and you drop to your knees again and push him back till his back hits the wall. Once again you take hold of him by the base and look up into his eyes as you flick your tongue on his slit.
“Y-y/n, I need more, please.” He pleads softly.
Something about Bucky, the six foot super soldier, begging you does something to you and you feel yet another wave of heat in your core.
“C’mon, Buck. I know you can do better than that.” You send him yet another innocent look.
He looks down at you, unbelieving. There is no way in hell he is going to beg for you to give him more.
“You don’t wanna beg?” He just stares at you. “Fine.”
You wrap you lips around the head of his cock and suck slightly.
Bucky bites his lip, holding back the sounds threatening to escape his throat.
As you take him further into your mouth you moan around him, causing his hips to buck from the feeling. As you draw back you run your tongue along the prominent vein running along the underside of his cock. You start a steady pace that obviously wasn’t enough for Bucky because his hips start thrusting, making his cock hit the back of your throat till you gag. You suck him so he can feel the soft warmth of your cheeks around his throbbing length. And that’s when his hips start to lose their rhythm and you know he’s close. You let him make a few more thrusts and then you let off of him, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you to him.
“What the actual fuck, y/n!” He shouts at you.
“What?” You ask, playing dumb. You can see his eyes darken five shades and his pupils dilate even further.
“Oh, you wanna p-” His sentence is cut off by a moan when you start jerking him off as your suck on the tip of his dick. “Yes, just.. like.. that.” He pants out.
You swirl your tongue around his slit at the same rhythm your hands stroke his length. When he tries to push his cock further into your mouth you let off him which makes him growl out in dissatisfaction. You just huff at his reaction and kiss his inner thighs, working your way up till you lips are centimeters from his heavy sack. Once a kiss is placed on one of his balls he stiffens slightly. You quicken the pace of your hand and suck one of his balls into your mouth. The weight of it feeling great on your tongue. You fondle it with your tongue, memorizing the feel of it. When you let off of him he whines out, needing you back on him as soon as possible. Lucky for him you wrap your lips around the other and suck it into your mouth, giving it the same treatment. Soon enough he’s close to bursting again and you once again pull completely away from him again. And he whimpers from the edging, and that’s when you know you’re going to get exactly what you want soon enough.
He blows out an exasperated sigh, “Why do you keep doing that?! I get oh, so close and you just pull away!”
“I already told you…”
“Told me what?”
“I wanna hear you beg.”
“No.” Bucky loves the control; he can’t even imagine giving it to someone else.
“Then you don’t cum.” You give him a grin.
“Please, no.” He sighs.
You perk up at his voice. “What was that?”
He looks down, defeat drawing on his face and breathes out. “Please…”
“You gotta be louder than that, love.”
“Please make me cum, y/n. I need to cum so bad! Please, please, please.” Bucky yells out.
You give him an effortless smile. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?” And with that you take him into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. You grab hold of his hand and guide it to the back of your head to let him guide you along his length. Bucky gladly takes control and pushes his cock down your throat until your nose comes into contact with his body. He stills for a moment, constricting your breathing and making you splutter around him before pulling you back, letting you take a second to breathe. Once he guides your mouth back on him, he’s guiding you quickly, fucking your face without abandon.
“YES!! Just like that, doll, F-fuck, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock. Wanna cum down your pretty little throat. Will ya let me do that, babygirl?”
You just moan around his cock and that’s what sends Bucky hurtling over the edge. He shoves his cock deeper into your mouth and you feel his hot cum spurt down your throat. You swallow around him as best you can taste his cum on your tongue and moan out again.
Bucky pulls out of your mouth, still hard as a rock and pulls you up to stand on your feet. “God, you’re such a needy whore. I just fucked you on your room and you had to come in here and be fucking cumslut. Can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”
“Need you, Bucky.”
He pushes you against the wall, your back to him and he breathes against your neck. “You’re gonna have to better than that if you want my cock in your pretty little cunt.”
At this point you can feel your slick run down you thighs and your core is burning with desire. You arch your back to grind against his dick, Bucky pulls just out of reach and chuckles darkly in your ear. A shiver runs down your spine despite the hot water surrounding you. Bucky brings his metal hand up to your neck and squeezes slightly. “If you want me inside you, I wanna hear you begging.” He growls out.
You clench around nothing at the dominant tone in his voice and you want nothing more than for him to fuck you senseless and be in complete control. “Bucky,” you whine out.
Bucky grabs hold of his cock and slides it through your sopping folds, and you whimper when the head circles you throbbing clit. “C’mon, y/n. Beg, I know you can do it.”
“Bucky, please! Please fuck me, I need it so bad.” You pleaded, close to tears from the teasing.
The head of his cock prods at your entrance; you try to push back to take him in but Bucky grabs hold of your hips with his flesh hand, his metal hand still placed around your throat. “Bucky, please, please. I-I need you.” And that’s when a tear runs down your cheek.
“Oh, baby. That’s not how you ask. You gotta use my name.”
“I-I did,” you say, slightly confused.
Bucky releases the grip on your hip and lightly smacks your ass, you moan from the stinging pleasure. “That’s not my name, princess. You had no problem saying it in the bedroom.”
“D-Daddy, I need your cock deep inside of me. Please.”
“Good girl,” Bucky says as he bottoms out inside of you. It’s a good thing he’s holding you up, if he wasn’t you definitely would’ve fallen over from the force of his thrust and the praise he gave you.
“YES! I’m your good girl, Daddy. Fuck my hard, please. I need to feel you.”
Bucky obviously had enough of your babbling because his grip on your throat tightened, slightly constricting your airway.
“Be a good girl, and take then,” he growls in your ear. You arch your back into him to take him deeper inside you and you can once again feel him in your guts, just like earlier. The thought of him filling you up consuming your every thought and you clench hard around his length, causing him to groan out. “Sh-shit, babygirl. Clenchin’ me so good, gonna blow my load too quickly.”
At that you clench even harder and let out a choked moan. “You like that, y/n? You want me to fill you up till your dripping with my cum?” You just nod your head, unable to say anything because of the hold he has on your neck, but you wouldn’t want him any other way.
You just close your eyes, letting the pleasure consume every part of your body. You memorize the way his cock feels gliding in and out of your pussy, the way his hips stutter when you clench around him, the way he moans in your ear, and how you wan feel every vein in his thick length. As he pounds into you, you can’t help the tears that start to escape and Bucky chuckles darkly at the sight. He releases his grip on your throat and trails his fingers down to circle your clit. “That good?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you sob out.
“I love this pussy. Love the way you clench when I hit that spot deep with in you. Love the how soft and warm it is. Could stay inside you forever.” You moan loudly at that, and Bucky slows his thrusts and the circling of his fingers on your clit. “You like that idea, y/n? You wanna be my girl?”
You turn your head to look in his eyes and give him a quick kiss before saying, “Yes, Bucky Barnes, I would love to be your girl.”
“God, you’re too good to me.” He breathes out as he kisses your neck, leaving marks all over so everyone will know you belong to him. His pace picks up again and he angles his hips so he’s hitting your g-spot with every push of his cock. Your legs start to shake and he knows you’re close. Bucky brings his metal fingers to circle your sensitive nub again and the coil tightens further within you.
“Cum for me, y/n. I wanna hear you when you cum around my cock. Don’t hold back, babygirl.” His thrusts become erratic and sloppy as he says that last statement. “You’re mine, y/n.” Bucky burrows his face in your neck.
“I’m yours,” You pant out.
“Your only mine, always. Nobody else gets to touch you like this. No one else gets to bury his cock deep inside you. And nobody else gets to make you feel this good.” He punctuates each sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, hitting your cervix.
“I’M ONLY YOURS, BUCKY!” You scream out as your cum around his cock for the third time that night. “F-Fuck!”
At hearing you scream his name Bucky stills his hips, his dick deep inside you and spills his seed so deep you know you’ll feel him for days. Bucky gives a few more languid thrusts, riding out both of your highs before pulling out his softening cock. He spins you around and picks pulls you into his arms. The last thing you hear is Bucky telling you how beautiful you are before you fall into a blissful sleep.
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bucky-barnes-diaries · 8 hours ago
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Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader
Summary || Your parents invite Father James to your home for dinner. Throughout his stay, he just can’t seem to keep his hands to himself…
Word Count || 3817
Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (baby, sweet thing) Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, semi-public, inappropriate/forceful touches, hand over mouth, vaginal touches, fingering, teasing, begging, degrading/shaming, praising, orgasm denial, orgasm, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note || We’re only starting to scratch the surface for what this man is gonna do to you ;P
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
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A tradition you and your parents had kept for years was to invite the priest of your small town over for dinner once a week. Even though Father Jacob, who had been a highly respected priest in the community for years, had retired, your parents still wanted to keep the tradition going with the new priest, Father James, who happily accepted the invitation.
On the day of the dinner, you and your mother worked hard from early morning to prepare for the three-course meal you'd have tonight with your special guest. Once the house was clean, and all the food had been prepared, you had 30 minutes to get ready for your guest. You took a shower to freshen yourself up from the day's work, feeling relaxed and content once you were done.
Clad in your cotton white panties and matching bra, you walked to the closet to find something to wear. Scanning through the dresses, you wanted to find a perfect one that showed off some skin but was still respectable. You wanted to look pretty for Father James but also keep your daddy happy by looking presentable.
As you looked through the dresses, you started to slip into one of your daydreams again…
You'd developed such a hard crush on your priest—sinning and dreaming of him every night, wishing to run away with him and live happily ever after, just the two of you. To have him teach you about life and explore with him every desire that had taken over your mind the last couple of days.
There was a knock on your bedroom door, pulling you out of your fantasy world.
“Honey, are you in there?”
“Yes, mother.”
“Do you need any help with getting ready?”
“No, mother, but thank you.”
You shook your head to get your mind back on track—find the perfect dress to wear.
Ah, this would be perfect to wear.
It was a beautiful white dress with lovely red flowers scattered on the thin material. It stopped mid-thigh. The shoulder straps were thin, exposing your shoulders and clavicles, while the shoulder puffs lay comfortable and beautifully down your upper arms. The dress gave away just the right amount while still keeping it classy and honourable.
You didn't go too heavy with the makeup—approximately the same amount as you did for Sunday church when you first met Father James.
Once you were done, you checked the clock on your nightstand; the time read 5.54 PM. Father James would be here any minute now. With one last look in the full-length mirror, you gave yourself a nod of approval of all the elements combined, making you look cute and presentable.
As you went down the stairs, the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the house that there was a guest at the door—Father James.
“Honey, will you get that?” Your mom called for you.
“Yes, mother!”
A tingling sensation overcame you that you would soon, in just a matter of seconds, be in his powerful presence once again. You'd craved to be in his proximity every waking moment since the last time you saw him in the confessional.
You walked to the front door, slight wobbly in your legs, and took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself. A sweet and welcoming smile was plastered on your face as you opened the door.
When you opened it, it was like a bright light of beauty, sex and grace hit you hard, your eyes becoming bewitched by him. There he stood, looking gorgeous as always with that luxurious hair and that beautiful face. That signature smirk of his had you feeling weak in the knees. An inaudible moan escaped as you exhaled. His broad and massive frame towered over you, and all you could think about was climbing him like a tree.
“Hello,” he said with a light chuckle. He must have noticed your slight absent state.
You shook your head mentally to try and pull yourself out of the trance.
“Oh, h-hello, Father. Welcome, and come on in.”
“Thank you.”
He did a slight bow and entered. You moved aside so that he could get through the door, and you closed it after. When you turned around, he was right behind you with a sinister smile on his face.
“Oh, wow, you look mighty gorgeous today, young lady, very pretty.”
Your eyes peered up at him—so sweet and innocent as you slightly tilted your head to the side. The back of his finger lightly traced your cheek while his tongue poked out to lick his lips. His beautiful blue eyes displayed the same dark cloud of evil and wickedness in them as the last time you saw them.
That simple touch almost had you faint. You wondered what would happen when he had his full touch on you, forcing his hand on your body.
It felt like an eternity as you stood there in the foyer, fantasising about standing on your tippy-toes, snaking your hand in his soft hair and pulling him down for a kiss while he held your waist in a tight grip and pulled you flush against his big frame, but it had only been a few seconds of your time.
“Hello, Father, welcome to our home.”
It was your dad.
Father James quickly retracted his hand from you and put on a respectable smile before he turned around to greet your dad.
“Greetings. Thank you for having me,” they shook hands, “I was just complimenting the outside of your house to your daughter. It's lovely.”
Was that what we were doing?
Your dad put on one of those fake, over-the-top laughs, clearly wanting to make an impression on Father James. It was rather annoying.
“Why, thank you, Father. Please,” he gestured into the living room, “we can take a seat in here.”
Your mother stood by the coffee table like a good and honourable housewife. On the table were some lovely appetisers to munch on and some refreshing lemonade to drink while waiting on the main course to be finished in the oven. You found your seat on the sofa. Father James sat on the other end of it, farthest away from you. You wanted to scooch closer so you could sit thigh by thigh.
Your parents sat on different armchairs on the opposite side of the small table.
“You have a lovely home, ma’am.” Father James complimented.
“Oh, please, Father, call me by my first name.”
You all engaged in conversation while waiting. It was mostly your dad talking—asking and quizzing Father James on where he lived previously, what his interests were and how he was settling into our small community. He also spoke about his own interests and hobbies and how it was to work at the police station. You and your mom chimed in every once in a while.
After a few minutes of talking, the oven sounded that the main course was ready to be served.
Everyone takes their seat at the table, your mom and dad on one side, while you are seated next to Father James on the other. The food looked and smelled delicious—making your mouth water. You were so hungry, but it wasn't allowed to eat before a prayer had been said.
“Father James, would you please bless our food?” Your dad asked.
“Of course.”
Father James presented his hand to you so you could hold it. Your heart was thumping against your chest as your hand came in contact with his—sparks and tingling feelings lined your nerves as you touched skin. Your small hand fit so perfectly in his bigger one. You wanted to stay in his grasp forever.
When everyone had found each other's hand, you all closed your eyes in preparation for the prayer.
“Thank You, Lord God, for this food we are about to eat. Thank You for the hands that have prepared it, for those sitting around the table who are here to share it….”
While Father James was praying, he suddenly released your hand from his. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why he let go when the praying wasn't over yet. Suddenly, you feel a hand, his colossal hand, taking a grasp on your naked upper thigh. You jolt slightly from the chair at the unexpected surprise, an inaudible gasp emitting from you. Father James never fumbles over his words while all of this is happening under the table, your parents utterly oblivious to what's unfolding.
Any other person would most likely get up in disgust at such an inappropriate touch, but you craved and needed his forceful hands on you. You had wanted more of his delicious touch since that interaction while taking Holy Communion at Sunday’s mass.
He inches higher up, your skin feeling electrified, where he goes over with his palm, and when his thumb swipes the edge of your panties, you quickly shut your legs on his hand and grab the edge of the table with your free hand.
No, he couldn't?
He couldn't be touching you like that.
Not while your parents were right here. That would be taking it too far.
But it didn't seem like he cared where you were because he pried your legs open with his hand and gave you a light tap on the inside of your thigh as a warning not to do that again.
You obliged, not wanting to make a scene in front of your parents.
You bite your bottom lip hard, drawing blood, and shut your eyes even harder when the pad of his thumb finds your pleasure pearl through your now-soaked panties. He circles it in small teasing circles, building momentum with each stroke. You want to touch your body all over while his hand focuses on your most sensitive area. You want to moan and cry in pleasure as he touches you so heavenly, but you have to be dead silent, dead still.
All while this is happening, he never stops praying, almost seeming unbothered by the sinful acts he's performing on you underneath the table—like this is something he does daily.
Your toes curl in your shoes as he pleases you—circling your tingling nub in the most perfect and satisfying way. You’re so close—chasing that incredible euphoria that feels like heaven.
Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Keep going, Father.
You beg of him in your mind, hoping that he’ll somehow be able to hear you.
“... we sit here as evidence of Your goodness. Thank You for the gift of today and all who are here to share it with us. In the name of Your Son, Jesus, we pray. Amen.”
“... Amen,” it sounds across from you.
His hand retracts from between your legs, and his sinful touches come to a halt. Your pleasure stopped and denied, and you whine out at the loss of him. You didn't want it to end and without thinking, forgetting where you were for a split second, you cross your legs and start humping to try and find your sweet release.
“Honey!” Your mother calls for you.
With a gasp, you stop and open your eyes to find your parents staring at you with questioning faces. Father James hides a smirk on his face, but you see that slight wickedness in his expression—that he’d managed to make you so flustered with pleasure. Your face was horrified that they noticed what you were doing.
“You didn't say Amen.”
Oh, thank the heavens!
They luckily hadn't any suspicion.
“I-I'm so sorry. I was just really into the prayer Father James held.” You hated lying, but it was what was needed in this situation.
“Thank you, Lord, Amen.”
“It's ok, sweetheart. It's good that you felt the Lord’s presence.” Your dad said.
More like the Devil.
“Alright, let's eat,” your mom announced.
Throughout the whole dinner, you mostly stayed silent, only speaking when you were spoken to. Your head was slightly bowed in shame and somewhat angry as you ate. Your mouth mostly remained in a thin line.
You felt so resentful towards Father James for leaving you so unsatisfied. He controlled the prayer. He could have kept it going for a few more seconds so you could find your sweet release, but he had chosen cruelty towards you.
“This was a delicious dinner. Thank you so much for inviting me to your lovely home and company.”
“Ah, well, we have the girls to thank for such a blessed meal. They've been at it since this morning,” your dad said proudly.
“Well, thank you, ladies,” he looked at you both, “this was excellent.”
“Thank you, Father James.” Your mom felt so honoured by the compliment.
All you did was smile at him.
“Well, should we proceed to the living room again for dessert? I'll get it fixed right up. Honey, why don't you sit with Father James? Keep him company?”
“I’ll go and see if I can find that collection I mentioned earlier to you, Father.”
Your mom went to the kitchen to prepare the dessert. Your dad went to your messy garage to try and find whatever it was he needed. While you were tasked to keep Father James company for the time being.
You went to the living room and sat on the sofa. Father James finding his place beside you. Due to the weight of him, the cushion dipped, pulling you slightly down with it. Your naked thigh came in contact with his clothed one, and your shoulders bumped. You were wide-eyed, not sure how to react? If you should politely move away or keep your ground? You decided to listen to your body, screaming at you to stay instead of your conscious.
You were so nervous—practically shaking at having him sit so close. What were you going to talk about? What were you going to say? Luckily Father James was quick to strike up a conversation, facing you.
“So, tell me, young lady, what do you like to do around here?”
You were raised to always look at the person you were talking to, but with Father James, it was impossible to look for too long—with his captivating good looks and enchanting eyes. Every once in a while, you looked down at your twiddling hands to not fall into his devil trance.
“O-o-oh, w-well, I, um… There's not much to do in this small town. Most of my friends have gone off to college, a-and the few that remain, we usually just hang out whenever we can.”
“Why haven't you gone off to college?”
“Um… I-I'm not really sure what I want to do yet, so I'm just living at home and helping my mother around the house whenever I can.”
“And… you and your friends… what do you like to do?”
“We hang out at each other's houses, watching movies or reading books, a-and sometimes just talking about life and God.”
“And uh…” Father James turned his head towards the kitchen to see if your mom was still turned with her back to the living room. She was. Father James then placed his colossal hand on your upper thigh like he'd done previous—digging his nails delicately into your soft skin. You gasped at his touch, closing your eyes as his thumb caressed the flesh of your inner thigh.
“... and… is there someone you like in town? A boy, maybe?” His voice dropped an octave as he whispered in your ear. His lips skim the shell of them. The sound of his low and raspy voice has tingling shivers trickle down your spine.
“N-no… I-I mean y-yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fumbled with your words as he inched his way higher up your skin, just like at the dinner table.
“I-I'm interested in so-someone, b-but it's no one m-my age. I-it’s someone much older.”
“Is this the same one you told me about in the confession? The same one you think about when you play with your sweet little pussy at night?”
“Who is it? Is it me, sweet girl?”
“P-please, Father, I-I can't say.”
“Oh, it's me; I know it is. You're such a little whore for fantasising about a man of God in that way.”
He cups you over your soaked panties, his palm putting pressure on your bundle of nerves. You can't help it when a loud whiny moan escapes you.
“Shhh.. sweet thing,” his other palm clasps over your mouth to keep you quiet and to manoeuvre your head so you'd keep looking straight at him—straight into his possessed eyes, “we don't want your parents to hear what a dirty little girl you are, now do we?”
You shook your head no. It would be scandalous if they knew what was happening to their sweet and pure daughter.
Your eyes were pleading for more now that your voice had been taken from you—for him to proceed with his forceful touches on your innocence.
Finally, his hand went into your panties from above. A raspy groan formed in his throat as his fingers came in direct contact with your wetness.
“Fuck… you don't know how long I've wanted to touch you, sweet thing. How much I've wanted to defile this innocent little cunt of yours. This is just the beginning. I have so many plans for you. For us.”
Your heart was thumping in your chest from fear and excitement as his middle finger teased your entrance—toying with you. You grabbed his clothed thigh to brace yourself—digging your nails into the material.
A muffled scream sounded against his palm as he forced his finger into your warm tightness—stretching you out.
“So wet you are for me, dirty girl.”
It was kind of painful to begin with—his fingers were longer and thicker than yours. Your eyes were becoming glossy with tears each time his finger drove into you. His thumb circling your bundle of nerves managed to ease some of the discomfort. Your cries of pain and pleasure were drowned out by his hand on you—making it impossible to ask him to stop or plead for more.
Slowly it became more bearable, more enjoyable, your hole accommodating his digit gradually with each stroke.
His eyes were fixated on you the entire time—watching your innocent, sweet eyes react to his sinful and sacrilegious acts. Every once in a while, he would flicker them to the kitchen to ensure your mom was still preoccupied with the dessert.
“Do you think you can take one more?”
A second finger teased your entrance—wanting to penetrate you, to fill up your innocent hole even more.
You shook your head no. A single tear fell down your cheek. You couldn't. It would be too much, too painful.
But he pushed the tip of it in slowly, and you closed your legs hard around his hand, trapping him while shaking your head once again.
“It's ok, sweet thing. I won't be cruel towards you. Not this time, ok?” He wiped your tear gently. “Open them up for me again, yeah?”
You nodded in acknowledgement and opened them once more for him to continue his devil work.
“We’ll take it slow for now. Work you up to it.”
He continued driving his single digit in and out of your tight wetness and circling your tingling bundle of nerves with his colossal thumb. Your pleasure started building up, and with a sudden curl to his finger, he made you see stars as you’d never done before. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kept stimulating that delicious spot inside you. You'd fingered yourself multiple times before, but it’d never come as close to this euphoric sensation. Your inexperienced fingers were no match to such expert ones that seemed to know all the ins and outs of a woman.
“There it is, huh?
Your hand went over his that was working on you—not wanting him to stop the devil work he possessed as he made you feel so insatiable good. Your soft mewls of pleasure were muffled by his hand. You started rocking back and forth on the sofa, chasing your orgasm.
“Such a desperate and needy girl you are, huh? Are you gonna come for me, sweet little thing?”
You nodded your head furiously; You were so close. As close as you were at the dinner table, only this time you hoped he would give you what you wanted, what you craved and needed—release.
“Do it. Let go. Let go all over my finger.”
An explosion hit you hard as a delicious out-of-this-world sensation travelled through the nerves lining your whole body—making you convulse on the spot. You felt like passing out at how hard it hit you—your eyes fluttering shut while a few tears rolled down your cheek, your toes curling at the intensity. All while this was happening, while you had this extreme reaction, Father James never stopped his finger using and abusing your hole. Never stopped his delicious stimulation on your precious, tingling pearl.
“Good girl. Such a good girl you are for me.” His praises came through gritted teeth. His tone was deep and sinister, like Satan himself.
He stilled inside your panties when he felt you’d had enough. An animalistic groan sounded from him as he graced your temple with his lips, leaving a delicate kiss on your skin. You whined against his palm when his touches disappeared. Your hole contracting in desperate need for more. You closed your legs to try and stop the aching you were feeling.
When he removed his hand from your mouth, you inhaled and exhaled the pure air. You wanted to say something, but your lips were trembling. Your body was still in shock from the intense orgasm.
“Mmm… speechless now, are we? Was it that good, baby?”
All you could do was nod your head yes. You wanted to thank him, praise him, and give back to him for making you feel like that. But there was no time to recover and show your appreciation because your mom was now coming in with the dessert, and you could hear your dad close the door to the garage.
“I hope you all have some room for dessert?” Your mom asked cheerfully as she walked out of the kitchen.
Father James moved away from you slightly to make things a little less suspicious. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks and fixed your dress. Clearing your throat of any pleasure lace into it and putting on a sweet and innocent smile on your face—making it seem like everything was normal and that Father James definitely hadn’t just defiled you in this religious household.
“Oh, maybe just a small bite,” Father James said while putting the finger that had just been inserted in your tight hole into his mouth, tasting your slick arousal while giving you a wink, “I’m quite full….”
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buchanansbaby · 2 days ago
okay so what jfff.…. daddy!mob!bucky. × little!reader
Bucky looks a lot like this one famous person Sebastian Stan
and one day the reader is walking past this pretty little shop
or something and sees a magazine cover with Sebastian
kissing someone and she thinks it's Bucky and she goes
home and tried to unpack all her stuff from his place and run
away and then he comes home and has to explain and
.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.
.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.
↳ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬); daddy!mob!bucky x little!reader
↳ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; while doing your big girl errands, you see a picture of bucky…kissing another woman. Your bucky is kissing another woman.
↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬); dd/lg themes, sadness, naive!reader, jealousy, and fluff at the end
↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 700+
↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; this was very procrastinated but chapter one of ‘my evil king’ will be up soon! >_<
𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓; you are responsible for your media consumption MINORS DNI
・.・𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 + 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝・.・
While walking down the street you can’t stop thinking of your daddy, you knew he was at work-probably a meeting- but you still missed him. Bucky gave you one of his several debit cards earlier that morning. Something catches your eye when walking past a small book store, a bunch of magazines but in front was a picture of bucky, your bucky, kissing a random girl. She was pretty, with blonde hair, pale skin, and blue eyes, like a real life Barbie. To say you weren’t jealous would be a lie. You pick up the magazine and pay the cashier with a tear escaping from your eye.
Once your home you go straight through the doors, not making eye contact with the security. Setting your bag on the counter and slipping off your heels as well and walking down the hall to your shared bedroom. You kept telling yourself it was crazy and it had to be photoshop, you go to the bathroom and throw some cold water on your face.
When you leave the bathroom you sit on the end of your bed, just processing how your daddy could do this to you. You knew he loved you but when he would leave for ‘work’ and then come back and not tell you what he does as work made you doubt that. He always said ‘it’s dangerous’ and you have always believed him but now it was different. You felt betrayed and humiliated for being such a fool. You let this man play you for 2 fucking years. You have been intimate and vulnerable with him, you’ve been in little space with him so many times and he’s comforted you, maybe it was all an act…
.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.
After a few hours you’ve went through a ton of emotions; depression, jealousy, sadness, and now you just didn’t care. You wanted to be little but you have to stay strong, you told yourself.
Once you were done mopping around the penthouse, you pulled a suit case and started packing. You didn’t know what you were gonna do or where you were gonna go but you knew you wanted to leave before bucky got there.
But of course the universe wasn’t on your side because as soon as you wiped your final tears, and got the suitcase that was almost as big as you out to the living room, he was there. He looked up from his phone, and he had just hung his jacket up. “Hey petal, how- what is going on?” He asked panicked.
You didn’t answer him, you just breathed in and out while playing with the rings on your fingers. He looked really worried about you and his face made this all really hard. “baby? can you please talk to me?” Bucky asked quietly, not wanting to scare you.
That’s when tears started up again and you fell to the floor while hugging your knees to your chest. “hey, what happened sweets?” He asks as he lowers himself to the ground next to you.
Crawling to the suitcase, and unzipping it to show him the magazine, with a pout on your face. He immediately has a confused look on his face, he gets on his knees and takes the magazine from you. After looking at it, he takes his phone out and searches something.
“This isn’t me, baby” he says slowly, his eyes still focused on his phone. You are puzzled as it is him on the cover. Then he shows you. He brings his phone up to your face and you see the search bar ‘Sebastian Stan kissing girl magazine cover’. All of this thinking and the fact you were crying for hours made you exhausted.
“I can’t really explain it but, it is a man who looks like me, not me baby, never.” He says and it sounds promising. You take back everything you said earlier, not sure why you even doubted it in the first place.
Rubbing your eyes and yawning he takes you in his arms as he is still on the floor. “It’s okay baby” he reassures you.
“wooks like daddy” you say clinging to his chest, he lets out a chuckle and rubs your back.
“Yeah he does, doesn’t he?” he says kissing your forehead. you’ve never felt more loved.
.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.
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heavysoldat · a month ago
dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader
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the reader and the terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.
warnings: SMUT (unprotected vaginal sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation & praise kink), age gap (19-early 20s x late 30s early 40s), inappropriate relationships, cheating, hurt/comfort, toxic relationships, gratuitous smut
this came out a lot softer than intended, whoops
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You’ve had a rough fucking day. And that’s to put it lightly.
You woke up after sleeping through your alarm, twice, making you miss an online morning class and wildly late for another. The local brewery was all out of your usual order- which was the only thing that would’ve brought you peace. To make matters even worse, your phone died when you needed it most, and when your boyfriend; who you’ve been dating for over a year- handed you his cellphone to use instead, you were slapped in the face by sexually charged text messages between him and one of your closest friends. And all of that is just a brief summary.
Really, the last thing you needed was a stack of work given to you by your employer to do on your time off, but of course, that’s what you were given.
You’re sat at your kitchen island, home alone; your parents excusing themselves for a much needed date night, clad in nothing but panties and a shirt you had gotten at a concert years before, which was the only size they had left— a size too large for your frame.
The sound of the front door opening collides with your incessant tapping of keys, making you almost jump out of your skin. A relief washes over you when you see a familiar face, dressed for the fall weather and dropping a plastic bag by your side.
“Your dad home?” Bucky asks, almost grunting.
“No,” You say, turning to face him, “What’s in the bag?”
“Bread.” He says, opening it and showing you the round object wrapped in tinfoil. Bucky’s always been a good cook; at least when it comes to dough and grain. Your mother always insists he brings over extras when he bakes, and he always obliges, basking in her admiration for his skills.
When you reach to unwrap it, he slaps your hand away, making you yelp. “Hands off. This is for dinner.”
“Asshole,” You mumble, rubbing your now slightly irritated hand. You’re not usually like this— usually happy to see him, happy to see a warm, non familial face around the house to bring you conversation. But with a day like today, all chivalry is out the window.
“Hey,” He says, eyebrows raised. Despite his surprise, his voice remains calm. “What’s with the attitude?”
“I just don’t like getting slapped, surprisingly.”
“Don’t be a brat.” He says, voice stern and stabbing. He’s got his glare set on you, towering; it almost scares you, almost makes your heart drop to your stomach.
You don’t respond, instead opting to avert your gaze, placing your attention to the work on your computer and the splitting ache in your head and heart.
“Hey,” Bucky says, voice calmer, “What’s goin’ on?”
“Nothing,” You breathe, barely audible.
Your reply makes Bucky tsk, shaking his head with a click of his tongue. “You’re lying. Talk to me.”
You swallow, harsh and rough in your throat. You can barely help the way your lip quivers. Every piece of text on your computer is nothing but a blur, a mindless space of pixels that’s clouding your head. You’re almost staring past it, but desperate for a way to not look at him— because you know if you do, it will just make everything worse.
“I’m just having a bad day.” Your voice is soft. Fragile. Barely there.
You feel his hand rubbing your arm, trying to bring you as much comfort as he can. He can’t take your stress away, he knows that, but he just wants to put it to rest for now.
“What happened, hun?”
The nickname strikes through your chest, but simultaneously covering you in warmth. “I just…” You can barely speak without choking, “It’s just one of those days where everything goes fucking wrong. I wake up too late, I miss my classes, get berated by teachers who don’t understand that I can’t control how my body works— and then I can’t even get food in my stomach, let alone a fucking coffee. My parents wouldn’t call me back all day, wouldn’t even lend me a text, and Chase can’t be there for me because he’s too busy sending photos of his dick to other girls!”
“Hold on,” Bucky jets, tightening his grip on your arm, “What was that last part?”
“Chase?” You ask, eyes watery. Bucky nods. “I- He’s- He was texting- sexting my friend, Chloe.”
Bucky’s eyebrows tighten in a furrow, thumb stroking your bare skin. “He’s a fucking idiot.”
“No, I just…” You breathe in, trying to catch your breath from the four mile sprint of a monologue you just did, “I haven’t had time for him lately, y’know? I’ve been busy with my job, and-and school, we haven’t done anything in weeks, and y’know- he has needs. I don’t- blame him, I wasn’t- I wasn’t there.”
“What?” Bucky bellows, voice rising. You jump at the loudness, before he brings you back down with his grip. “Is that what he told you?”
You nod. Bucky sighs.
“Listen, I’m… I’m gonna give you some advice.” He says. “Take it from me. I’m a lot older than you, and I’ve had a fair share of weak moments- but never, ever would I think it’s okay to go behind a woman’s back just because I’m not gettin’ any. That’s fucking cowardice. If a guy ever tells you it’s your fault he cheated on you, run in the other direction.”
“He didn’t cheat on me,” You hiccup, “They didn’t do anything, they-they were just texting.”
“Did he say that, too?”
You pause, staring at him- before nodding.
“That’s bullshit. He went behind your back with someone else. That’s cheatin’.”
You bite your lip, not hard enough to break skin, adverting your eyes from his gaze. You let the words sink in, let them fill you, let them sit in your body for now. He’s right, and you know he is, but it’s hard for you to admit to yourself. It’s how you’ve always been treated by men. It’s how you’ve always experienced love. It’s how everything has always been.
“What’s goin’ on in that pretty little head, huh?”
You laugh, breathy and broken, “I’m just… I feel like a shitty girlfriend.”
“Don’t say that shit,” Bucky has your face in his hand, pulling your gaze back to his. He’s staring at you with those steel eyes, intense in gaze; like they’re reading your thoughts. “He has a right hand for a reason.”
That makes you laugh. The sound of your giggle makes him laugh, his dimpled smile covering his features.
“I’m serious, okay? Don’t do that for yourself. He’s the asshole.”
“Yeah,” You sniffle, “He is.”
Bucky’s eyes are still on you when you look away, taken over by a soft gleam he’s had for a while now.
“I shouldn’t be crying over a guy who thinks eating pussy is gross,” You laugh, wiping your slightly teared cheeks with your palms.
“What?” Bucky’s gawking, almost comedically, “Gross?”
“You don’t think it’s gross?”
“Far from it.”
You smile weakly, only one corner of your mouth turning upward. You attempt to move back to your work, before he grips your arm again, pulling your gaze back.
“You sounded surprised,” He notes, “Has every guy you’ve ever dated thought that?”
“Uh…” You chew on your bottom lip, staring down at your lap, “Yeah.”
The silence that follows is almost deafening. Bucky’s seen you with a couple guys- seen the boys you bring home to meet your folks, boys who pull up in your driveway and great you with a rough kiss. The thought alone that you’ve just been taken without getting is enough to tighten his shoulders— a pretty little thing like you, perfect ass in tight panties— it’s insane to him. Insane that no ones taken advantage in the right way.
“So,” He tuts, “You’ve never had anyone eat you out before?”
The question surprises the shit out of you. Sure, you’ve had raunchy conversations with him— but they’ve all been shitty jokes followed by “if you tell your parents I joke with you like this, I’ll kill you”. He’s always been the soft, teddy bear next door with a potty mouth, careful to not overstep boundaries or get into you personally. He’s never even asked about the boys you’ve brought around, or pointed out the actors you ogle in movies. It’s always been behind a wall.
He hums, deep in his throat, bringing one of his fingers to lift your chin. He’s got his gaze fixated on your mouth, nostrils flaring with his heavy breaths. “D’ya wanna know what it feels like?”
Your heart drops down into your stomach, falling into an ashy pit. Your breathing gets harder, thicker, your thighs clenching at the very suggestion— he’s always been the guy your friends have joked about being too hot for his own good, being a tease for remaining so forbidden. You’ve never said anything, never spoke a peep, knowing that if you admitted anything to yourself it would become real. He would become real. Instead of your dads friend who comes by with pastries, he’d turn into the man you stare at by swimming pools, praying he’s catching glimpses of how your ass looks in your swimsuit. And you had never been ready for that immature, young schoolgirl crush.
“What’re you saying?” Your voice is breathy, whispering. His free hand lays wait on your waste, itching to move down, tangled with the fabric of your shirt.
“Gonna ask you somethin’, and you can always say no, get up ‘n leave. Tell me to fuck off.” He says, still staring at your mouth, still holding onto you, “Can you get up ‘n bend over for me?”
Oh fuck. Suddenly every wall, every rule you’ve made with yourself, every illusion of unattainability comes crashing down, falling apart like bricks. If you weren’t clenching your thighs tight before, you are now.
You don’t even respond. With a heavy breath, you stand up, and he follows behind, moving back to give you room. You pause, letting yourself breathe— before placing your hands on the cold marble of the countertop, letting yourself bend down.
You can hear the shaky breath Bucky lets out, hear him fumbling to move behind you. The feeling of his hands on your hips almost makes you jolt. He moves you to where he wants you, before pulling you up, bracing your back flat against his chest.
“Listen to me,” He says, speaking into your ear, voice soft. “If you don’t want me to do this, just tell me, okay? Not doin’ anything you don’t want me to.”
You nod, but don’t move. With your silent consent, he pushes you back down, laying you flat against the island. He hooks a prosthetic finger into your panties, pulling them slowly down your legs, letting you step out of them.
“Mmm,” He hums, letting himself fall down to his knees. He’s staring up at your pussy, glistening with your arousal, profited by his very presence. He slides a finger through your drenched folds, making you twitch, rubbing your slit from top to bottom in an experimental test.
The first slide of his tongue in your folds is heavenly. It has you keening, legs trying to move away, but he keeps you there with a tight grip of his hands. He’s wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking lightly, finger teasing your hole with wide circles.
“Oh fuck,” You’re moaning, head falling forward and eyes rolling back. It’s different from anything else, better than anything else— and he’s got you stuck, manhandling you the way he wants you. The way he knows is best for you.
When he slides his fingers in, you clench hard, making him moan around your cunt. The vibrations send a jolt of pleasure up your spine, leaving you whining- whimpering against the granite.
With him switching from sucking your clit, to fucking your hole with his tongue— it’s not long before you feel the build up deep in your core, spinning wildly towards your finish. You’re grinding against his face, practically smothering him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, with the way he’s moaning, whining against your soaked pussy, you’d say he fucking loves it.
Then, you’re cumming, drenching his face with your wetness, his face buried deeper than you thought possible. It leaves your legs twitching.
As you come down, he goes up, fingers still sliding inside of your cunt as he pulls you back up towards him. With you leaning back against his chest, he leans down to your ear:
“You know why I’m doin’ this?” He asks, fingers still gliding inside of you, overstimulating you in the best way, “Cause you drive me fuckin’ crazy.”
You’re gasping, gripping his arms tight, his thumb flicking and rubbing your sensitive nub, fingers pounding away at that spongey spot deep inside your core.
“Every time I come in here,” He grunts, “You’re dressed like this. Tight ass in those fuckin’ panties, beautiful legs— you have no idea what you do to me. Your dad would kill me, if he knew what I was thinkin’, if he knew how I hard I fucked my fist thinkin’ about his sweet little girl. How bad I wanna stuff her cunt full, watch the way she cums— just wanna treat her right. Cause you deserve it, honey, you fuckin’ do. Tired of watching you get pushed around by little boys who don’t know nothin’ about making you happy. Just wanna see you happy, wanna see you satisfied. Wanna see you get what you need. What you deserve.”
“Please,” You beg, eye’s shut tight, “Buck, please fuck me, please.”
It has him gasping, breath fluttering. “I can’t, honey, this is about you.”
“Please.” You’re practically crying. “Please, I need your cock so fucking bad, please— I need you to fill me up, want you to fuck me so good, Bucky, please!”
“Fuck,” Bucky curses, grinding his already throbbing cock against your bare ass, “Fuck!”
You hear him fumbling with his belt, the clinking of metal filling up the murderous silence. He pulls up behind you, gripping your hips, before stopping—
“Fuck,” He stops, “Don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” You don’t have time for this. You’re practically dripping arousal onto the floor, clenching around nothing, cunt desperate for his cock. “You can cum inside me, you can do whatever you want, please just fuck me.”
You’re going to be the fucking death of him, he swears.
The first slide of his cock makes your body twitch. His cock stretches you almost to the point of pain, burying inside you to the hilt with a heavy moan. His balls are heavy against your ass, ready to burst, thrusting shallowly into your cunt out of desperation.
“Fuck,” He moans, “God, your pussy’s so fuckin’ good.”
“Please, move,” You whine, “Just fuck me.”
Bucky places his hand on the small of your back, softly pushing you down against the countertop. After he places himself just right, he starts snapping into you, deep and hard.
You’re reeling, moaning against the marble, the slapping of skin on skin filling up your ears. You can hear him moaning, grunting about how good you feel, precum dripping down in your inner walls.
“Oh god,” Bucky’s grunting, thrusts getting faster. “God, yeah, stay just like that for me. Let me fuck that pretty cunt, fuck, lemme fill you.”
“Yes, yes,” You’re moaning like you’re being paid, gripping the counter so hard your nails change color, “Please, please fuck me— fuck, harder, please, Bucky.”
The sound of your moans have him desperate. He feels feral, uncontrollable, unable to stop how recklessly he fucks you. He lifts your leg up, pulling his arm underneath it as leverage to fuck you deeper. You’re both colliding in a symphony of moans, the sounds of your pleasure so loud you know the neighbors can hear.
“This what you wanted?” Bucky slaps your ass, watching as the flesh jiggles underneath his thrusts, “This what you were begging for? A thick cock in your tight little pussy? Fuck, how shitty those boys fuckin’ treated you, leavin’ you this desperate for cock, practically fuckin’ drooling against the counter. Fuck, take it like that, honey, you’re takin’ it so fucking good for me.”
Your moans are practically incoherent at this point. You’re blabbering, unable to keep your mouth shut, desperately humping yourself back against him when he moves to rub at your clit.
“So fuckin’ cock hungry,” Bucky laughs, “What would daddy think of you?”
When you clench around him, he knows he’s got you with his words. “Yeah? What would daddy think about his sweet girl getting pounded in his own kitchen? Begging to be fucked by the only man who’s ever gonna fuckin’ treat her right?”
“I’m a- I’m a slut,” You moan, broken.
“Oh god, yeah you are.” Bucky pulls you up, putting your leg down and pressing you against him by your throat. “But you’re my fuckin’ slut. Don’t wanna see anymore boys around here— the only cock you’re gettin’ is mine, okay? Only cock that can make you feel this good.”
“I’m gonna cum again,” You whine, grabbing onto the hand thats wrapped around your throat. “I’m gonna cum, please.”
“Good fuckin’ girl,” He moans, fucking you harder, faster, “Cum around this cock, baby, fuckin’ claim it. C’mon, be a good girl and cum.”
The orgasm rips through you hard, your moans turning into screams as he fucks you through it. You can barely make out his praise, the way he’s commending you for coming around him. The chord snap is almost painful, almost has you trying to run away from it, but the feeling of your orgasm running through your core is enough to have you crying.
“Oh god, here it fuckin’ comes, baby,” Bucky moans, eyes shut tight, panting breaths against your skin, “Gonna cum so fucking hard, I’m fuckin’ shaking,”
You’re begging him for it, pleading for him to cum inside you, fill you up—
With one hard thrust deep inside you, he lets out a loud yell, cum filling you up deep inside your body. He’s shivering, humping desperately against your ass as he rides it out, light moans escaping his lips.
The aftermath of it scares you. You can feel reality set in as he slides his cock out, cum dripping down your leg and onto the tiled floor.
Before you can let your thoughts sink in, he’s grabbing you by the chin, pulling you to face him. He captures your mouth in a kiss, tongue finding its way in your mouth, passion setting in heavier than anything else. You moan against his mouth, letting him groan, pulling you against him by your waist.
When he pulls away, he’s followed by a string of saliva— one of the many things connecting the both of you.
“If you ever need anythin’,” Bucky says, using his thumb to wipe up the spit on your chin, “Just ask me. I’ll give you everything.”
“Can you-“ You stutter, embarrassment flooding you at how exposed you are, “Can you help me clean up, please?”
He smiles at the politeness you still give him even after all of that. Bucky turns you around to face him, before sliding down to his knees on the floor.
“I didn’t mean like that!”
“Mmm,” He hums, grin plastered on his face, “But I prefer to do it this way.”
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gutflorizt · 12 days ago
.⋆˚ 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐄𝐱!𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝟏𝟖+, 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐛𝐜 𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭)
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞︱𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟑 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑
𝐏.𝐒: 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬.
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It had been 2 years since you’ve last gone on a date ever since you got a divorce with Bucky. It was nearly impossible to get back at the scene. The first year you were mourning the love that was lost with him.
You had to retrain yourself and force out old habits. There were countless nights where you made a makeshift body with pillows and used his old t-shirts, you would spray his cologne over to make it seem like he was there. You had to buy a stool to reach the top of the shelves to dust them off because Bucky was no longer there to pick you up. You had to slap yourself on the hand every time you would reach for his shampoo each time you went shopping.
The hardest part was your kids asking for their father each night.
“Where’s daddy?” Your youngest would ask while they rubbed their eyes from sleep.
Your lip quivered as you held back tears, “He’s coming soon.”
It wasn’t long until you had to explain that they would have to spend half the week at their dad’s and the other half at your house. It was difficult in the beginning, they would constantly beg for the two of you to get back together. The worst part was the tantrums they would pull when it was time to switch.
It was safe to say it was easier now. Like today, the children were ecstatic to go to their dad's house. You knew it was because he would let them stay up late and buy them the world's sugariest snacks.
“Mom, come on!” Your daughter said as she pulled your hand. “Hurry.”
“Woah there missy,” You chuckled from her death grip. “Pump the brakes.”
You arrived at the door seconds later after your daughter. She was already knocking on the door, eagerly waiting for Bucky to open the door and attack her with kisses.
“Daddy!” She exclaimed excitedly as Bucky opened the door.
“Buttercup!” He picked her up and started to pepper kisses on her cheek. “You’re finally here!” Bucky placed her down and pushed her inside, he then looked at your grumpy son you were holding on your hip. “Why does he look upset? Is he ok?”
“Someone is a little grumpy today because they decided to skip nap time,” You sighed. “I couldn’t get him down at all.”
Bucky took him gently from your arms, “Aw come here buddy.” Your son instantly laid his head on his shoulder and gripped his shoulders.
“I’m really sorry I called last minute,” You apologized. “I just needed someone to watch the kids and I don’t trust anyone.”
“S’okay Peach, don’t worry.” His eyes ran up and down your body, “You’re dolled up, what's the occasion?” Bucky crossed his fingers, hoping it wasn’t a date and that you were going to a meeting or a girls night out.
You took an involuntary deep breath in, contemplating if you should tell Bucky you were finally going on a date.
“I’m going to have dinner…with a friend.”
“A friend?” A line appeared between Bucky's eyebrows. “Say this wouldn’t be a man friend would it?”
“Yes it is,” You replied firmly. “A very nice man friend.”
His face fell, clearly upset. “Peach….”
“It’s been 2 and a half years Bucky, I think it’s time for me to go on with my life.”
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t,” Bucky said defensively. “If he tries anything and I mean anything, call me.”
Bucky didn’t realize how much it affected him knowing you were out there on a date. Thoughts of the guy making you blush under his gaze plagued his mind. His brain ventured to your first date.
It was such a simplistic date.
You knew Bucky wasn’t ready to be in public for long periods of time and truth be told you weren’t either. You were scared to push him too far or make him uncomfortable so you decided staying inside was the best choice. You settled on making one of his mom's old recipes while a record from the 40s played in the background.
Though it seemed simple to you, it wasn’t to him. You had gone to every record store imaginable trying to find the perfect record. You had to wait 3 days for Steve to come back on his mission to ask for the recipe because you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. The last part was you had to pretend the team was going out just so you could have the compound to yourselves.
Needless to say it was Bucky’s favorite day. Even to this day every time he makes his mom’s old recipe the aroma of roasted tomatoes and basil takes him back in time. It always does.
The kids were sound asleep in their rooms. Bucky was sitting on the couch with the remote in one hand and a beer in the other. He was watching one of the many home videos he made. This one was days after you had given birth to your son. You had bags under your eyes, visibly tired and your baby bump was still there but you wore a smile as you looked down into his eyes. Though you felt disgusting Bucky had never seen anything as beautiful as you in that moment
Bucky took out his necklace with his wedding band on it, “Oh Peach,” He sighed as he played with it. “Why did I ever let you get away? Your such a fucking idiot Barnes.”
A couple seconds later and he heard the all too familiar knock on his door. He let out a groan of effort as he got up from the couch. He turned off the t.v and set the beer on the coffee table before he opened the door.
“Over already?” Bucky teased.
You rolled your eyes as you smiled at him, “Yes it’s over already James.”
“Come in,” He widened the door for you to walk through.
You hadn’t stepped into his house ever since the divorce. Everything was exactly the same as you left it. Even the fake succulents you placed on the coffee table as a joke were still there, dust free. It almost felt like you were coming home to him after a long day or work.
“How’d it go Peach?”
“It certainly was a date,” You answered as you shrugged your shoulders.
Bucky had gone into the kitchen and pulled out two beers–one for you and one for him. He handed yours over before settling down next to you. “That bad?”
“It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t great either,” You explained. “Don’t get me wrong, he was a very nice guy, almost too nice if you ask me.”
Bucky took a swig before he spoke, “Did he touch you?” His voice had dropped an octave and he stared at you intensely.
“What if he did?” You retorted. “If he already did it you can’t do anything about it.”
“Show me.” It was a question but a demand. There was no room for argument and Bucky was going to get his answer.
You pointed to your right hip, “Just here.” Bucky’s jaw clenched and his tongue poked the side of his cheek. He never did like when anyone would touch you and it still hasn’t gone away.
“I should go get the kids.”
You stood up from the couch and began to walk towards the kids room. You barely got out the living room when Bucky pinned you against the wall, his hand went behind your head and cradled it to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.
“Did you like it?”
“What?” Your brows scrunched in confusion as you gave him a puzzled look. “Bucky, I really have to get the-”
“I said,” Bucky growled as his muscular thigh made his way in between your legs, brushing up against your clothed pussy. “Did. You. Like. It?”
You gulped as you felt the heat grow between your legs. “No.”
“Course you didn’t,” He smugly muttered as he started to roll your hips against his thigh.
“Bucky we shouldn’t do this,” You warned, yet still allowed him to maneuver your body.
“Come on Peach it’ll just be one more time.”
“You know damn well it won’t be just one time.”
Bucky leaned close to your ear, his breath fanned against the shell. “You’re telling me you don’t want this? That you haven’t touched yourself thinking about me. ”
Of course you have. Another thing you missed was the sheer pleasure only Bucky could give to you. You were positive that you would never find a man who could make you feel anything even remotely close to what Bucky could make you feel.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, I have.”
That’s all it took for Bucky to throw you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom. You swear you’ve never seen him go to the bedroom with such urgency even when you were together. Bucky locked the door, rattling the doorknob just to make sure it really was locked. Once he knew that it was, he threw you on the bed.
Your head landed on the array of pillows after he threw you. You giggled as your head felt dizzy. You propped yourself on your elbows and Bucky’s clothes were already gone. He then grabbed your ankle and yanked you closer towards him.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Bucky muttered, taking off your heels. “Making me feel like a goddamn horny teenager again.” His hands urged to have your clothes off, desperate to feel your skin on his again.
“Get these out of the way,” He growled, ripping off your clothes. You didn’t even care, his hands on your body made your skin go hot. “Can’t wait to hear you scream my name.”
“Th-the kids Bucky….” You breathlessly moaned, knowing you definitely wouldn’t be able to contain your moans with his cock stuffed in you.
Bucky hovered over your body, his head going for your neck, biting, sucking . “You can be as loud as you want Peach,” He said as he glided the head of his cock up and down your slick folds. “The walls are soundproof, remember?”
He lined himself to your entrance, the tip barely in. “Or do you not remember when you used to cry out my name while you creamed my cock and the neighbours would knock at our door at 3 in the morning.”
Buckky started to push in achingly slow, making sure you felt him. “Or when you got pregnant and you couldn’t get enough of me and I had to fuck you to sleep every single night.”
You remembered it all, it was engraved into your mind for as long as you lived. Your hormones used to be all over the place and you became insatiable for Bucky. So insatiable that he had to cockwarm you as you slept just to feel full.
You gasped when Bucky was fully sheathed into you. You arched off the bed and close to his chest. His hand delved into the deep set of your arch and pulled you until you were flush against his chest.
“I got you Peach, I got you,” He shushed you as you sobbed in pleasure. “Just relax, I’m going to take care of you.”
You relaxed into his touch, waiting for him to start thrusting. But he never did. Your left hand left his back and softly caressed his cheek, your eyes hurriedly searched for his, looking for any signs something was slightly off. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling ok?”
“Nothing’s wrong Peach,” He kissed your forehead, all your worries dissipated away. He looked straight into the pools of your eyes. “You are so beautiful.”
You playfully rolled your eyes, “You’re such a sap.”
“I don’t care.”
His eyes were clouded with pure adoration. No lust. Just love. It was the same look he gave you the first time he told you he loved you. The same one when you told him you were pregnant. The same one the day you finalized the divorce and told you he would always be there no matter what.
“Peach…” Bucky moaned, maintaining a steady pace to feel all of you. “God, you feel so good.” Using his right hand he lifted your hips up to get that angle you needed.
“Bucky,” You gasped when he hit that spot, your legs instantly locking around his hips. “R-Right there, please don’t stop.”
“Feels s’good doesn’t it Peach?” You whimpered out a yes, your legs starting to shake from the pleasure as his cock kept hitting that spot. Your hand found its way to his hair, giving it a slight tug just the way he liked it.
It didn’t take you long to approach your orgasm. Everything felt so good. It felt like electricity was running through your lower half, growing with intensity with each thrust. Your other hand raked down his back all the way down to his ass, pushing him deeper into you if it was even possible.
“M’close Bucky,” You breathed out.
“Me too Peach,” He said, slightly speeding up his thrusts.
The both of you were close. If any of you were to say one more filthy thing to each other it would be the end of you. Even now you’re both teetering over the edge from the sinful sounds that came from your mouths.
You came without warning, not even expecting it yourself. You cried out in liss, your toes curling as you fell and allowed the pleasure to take over your body. Bucky couldn’t handle how tight you felt around him. The way your walls spasmed against him sent him into his own abyss of pleasure.
You could feel his cum seeping out of you and you swear you were in heaven. The pleasure had plagued your mind that you didn’t notice Bucky had left the room, coming back with a rag to clean you up.
“There she is,” He smiled, the rag being dragged over your body. “How’s my favorite girl doing?”
“Amazing,” was the only word that came out of your mouth. “I’ve never felt so good,” You added after a few seconds passed.
Bucky threw the rag in the laundry basket and started walking towards his side of the bed. The bed dipped as he laid beside you, his hand caressing your cheek. “Good.” He noticed the way your eyes would flutter shut and then flutter right back open, you were beyond tired. “Go to sleep, Peach. You need it.”
Bucky reached out for you in the morning, only to be faced with a cold pillow. He was hoping he would be able to wake up with you one last time but the world wasn’t in his favor. He was about to turn over and try to fall back asleep when he heard your voice. He thought he was dreaming but then he heard your daughter's voice.
“Are they almost done mommy?” She asked.
“Yes they are, we just have 2 more.”
He got up from the bed, grabbing the sweatpants near his bed and putting them on. He quietly walked over to the kitchen, the aroma of his favorite breakfast food becoming stronger. He peeked his head from the corner and there you were in his shirt, cooking breakfast for him with your two children.
“Morning sleepyhead,” You greeted as you flipped the pancake.
“Daddy!” Your daughter cheerfully greeted. She left your side and ran towards him, your son following behind. “Happy Father's day.”
“Buttercup!” He lifted your daughter from the ground and carried her on his hip. He did the same with your son, carrying him on his other hip. He walked to the dining table, placing them in their designated spots.
Bucky came up right behind you, hugging you from behind. “Happy Father's day,” You said, turning around to face him. “How’d you sleep?”
“I slept like a baby thanks to you,” He responded. “For a second I thought you had gone to your house.”
“Sorry, figured I would do something nice for you, it is father’s day after all. If I knew I was going to be here I would’ve gotten you a gift.”
“Peach you are my gift,” He quipped, kissing the tip of your nose. “Nothing can be better than this.”
“You big sap,” You teased. “Come on, eat some breakfast. I’m sure you’re starving.”
Bucky didn’t say anything as he took you with him to the table, setting you on his lap after he sat down. He placed his chin on your shoulder,
“Yeah?” You responded as you fixed him a plate.
“I love you.”
You waited a couple of seconds before responding “I love you too,” You said as you set his plate down.
Bucky’s face lit up from joy when he heard the 4 words come from your mouth. “Does this mean you want to try again?” He whispered into your ear.
“Depends are you willing to make this work?” You whispered back in his ear.
“Of course I am. I’ll do anything.”
You brushed his hair back with your fingers. “Then yes, I want to try again.”
Bucky wasn’t going to mess up again. Not this time. This time he was going to make everything perfect just for you.
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bonky-n-steeb · 28 days ago
anytime, anywhere
summary || Bucky is flattered when he finds fanfiction, but he isn’t even aware of what half of the words mean.
warnings || shy! reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, metal arm kink, fingering, thigh riding, choking, multiple orgasms, very filthy. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!
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sjsjdhdhy… I hope you like this hehe
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“Is this what people write about me?” Your head snapped up from the novel you were reading as Bucky’s voice reverberated in the otherwise empty room. He sat besides you on the lush sofa and you kept your book aside.
The avengers tower was fairly empty except you two today as the others were either on vacation or had gone on missions. And it wasn’t new for him to come with you with questions as you’d become his unofficial guide into this modern world.
“What?” You were confused at his sudden question. He turned his phone towards you and it took a moment for the words shining on the screen to seep into your head. You nervously gulped as you realised that it was a smutty fanfiction about him.
“It’s… it’s fanfiction…. like uh,..” you spluttered around your words as Bucky just shook his head. “I know. I searched up what it meant on the internet. I mean I’m flattered they write about me. It’s interesting for sure. But I don’t even know what half of these words mean.”
You licked your dry lips as you realised what exactly Bucky wanted to ask you, and it was somehow worse than just explaining fanfiction to him. Bucky thoughtfully scrolled through his phone before speaking. “What’s cock warming? Is it something related to chickens?”
In other circumstances, you would’ve laughed your ass off, but right now you were faced with the looming question of how to answer Bucky’s question. “Bucky.. I… it’s…I umm…” your entire body became warm and Bucky held back a chuckle as you stuttered with embarrassment.
“If it’s so difficult, let it be.” Bucky waved his hand off in a dismissive gesture. You sagged into the couch with relief. Bucky became silent for some time and you thought that he wouldn’t ask more questions. But you were wrong, “What’s thigh riding?”
“Umm, thigh.. thigh riding.. uh, right… about that…” you were nearly sweating at this point and you couldn’t properly process words. You knew how to explain it, you just didn’t know how to explain it to Bucky.
He was a very good friend of yours, and you had discussed many things together, but talking about this still made your face heat up. You were lost in your own head when suddenly Bucky picked you up and placed you on his lap.
“I think it’s hard to explain. So why don’t you just show me?”
Your jaw fell open as you stared with disbelieving eyes at Bucky. Did he really just say that? You opened and closed your mouth as you wanted to speak, but no words were coming out of it.
Bucky was loving the expression on your face; almost as if he broke your brain with just his words. “You look so dumb and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Your blinked your eyes rapidly as you tried to get your brain back online, “huh what?”
“I said, do you wanna show me?” His hand was cupping your face and you were sure he could face your heated skin. But answering his question wasn’t that difficult now that you knew he wanted the same thing as you. “Yes.”
Bucky was a fine man and only an idiot wouldn’t want him. Not only was he a good man, he was excruciatingly handsome too. His eyes darkened with hunger and a fire lit in the pit of your stomach when he repositioned you over his thick thigh.
Your fingers were trembling as you curled them in his shirt for support. A soft moan escaped your lips as he held your hips tightly while dragging your further on your thigh. The soft material of your pants was rubbing against your heated core, and yet electric sparks were travelling down your spine.
“Remove your pants.” Bucky said without sugarcoating. “Wha… what?” Your stopped moving your hips and gulped. “Remove your pants, it’ll feel better.” Bucky’s fingers began tugging the soft sweatpants you were wearing.
Of course Bucky knew what all those words meant. But he was a very cruel man. He loved it when you got shy and flustered. It was probably the best sight in the whole world for him when you nervously chewed your lips as you gazed at him with bashful eyes.
“Bucky, someone will see.” You whispered as you frantically looked around the room. The fact that you were still seated in the meeting area wasn’t lost upon you. “Let them. Let them see what they will never have.” Bucky said with a smirk.
It all felt like a dream as you stood up from his lap and undressed. Bucky’s eyes were shamelessly running down your body and the unhidden lust was making you feel more desired than you ever had. Just his dark eyes were giving you goosebumps.
He spread his thighs further apart and motioned you to come closer. You sucked in a breath as you sat on his thigh and the course material of his jeans came in direct contact with your bare pussy. You once again held on to Bucky as you began moving your hips.
Your swollen clit rubbed deliciously against his pants and you chewed on your lip as you settled into a rhythm. Bucky wasn’t touching you, instead he was sitting back and just taking in the view as you drew your pleasure from him.
“Look at the mess you’ve made.” Bucky clicked his tongue. You opened your eyes, which you didn’t even realise you’d closed in the first place, and stared at the wet patch on Bucky’s jeans. Your slick was smeared across his thigh and the sight sent an unexpected wave of arousal through you.
“Look at me.” His words didn’t leave you any option but to stare into his deep blue eyes. The intensity of the entire act was setting you aflame. “Is this what you mean by thigh riding? Hmm,.. I guess I kinda do know now what you mean by cockwarming.”
When you didn’t reply and kept going, Bucky was quick to hold your waist tightly to stop you from moving. You were nearly desperate at this point to cum and you whined in complaint, “Bucky.. please.” But Bucky just tutted back, “Please what?”
“Please just..” you wanted to scream and shout and tell him that you wanted to cum, but somehow you were getting so bashful that even words weren’t forming. “Please let me… please!” You pleaded and Bucky just raised his eyebrow in question.
“Please let me cum!” You finally managed to spill the words out. You couldn’t handle this edging anymore as you rubbed yourself over his thigh. Your entire body felt like a live wire and you didn’t think you had it in you to hold it in anymore.
“No.” Was his simple reply. You stopped your movements as you gawked at Bucky. Your lips were suddenly dry and licked them before speaking up in a hoarse voice, “what?” You were still disbelieving of Bucky clear denial. But whatever was happening was only turning you on more.
“You don’t get to cum.” He reinstated his words and you pouted. “But why?” Bucky smirked as if he was waiting to give you the explanation. “You’ve been so naughty. Reading all this dirty stuff about me.” He shook his head as if he was disappointed. “Tell me, do you deserve to cum?”
“Bucky….” you gulped before moaning out the next words. “Oh my fucking god!” You really hadn’t thought Bucky would do something like this, and now that he was, you were really enjoying the whole unexpected ride.
But your smile turned into a squeal when Bucky slapped your ass. “Good girls don’t curse like that.” He muttered before placing his metal fingers over your heated pussy. You sobbed out a choked cry when he swirled your slick over your swollen folds.
You spread your legs wider and your fists curled tighter in his shirt as two of his fingers entered you. The metal fingers were thick and cool as he fingered you. Everything that was happening right now was straight out of your dreams.
“Do you think of me? Do you imagine it to be me when you touch yourself at night?” His voice was raspy. Your body was covered with a sheen of sweat by now and you’d nearly lost all of your coherent thoughts. Your brain solely focused on the fingers curling deliciously inside you.
“Answer me!” You gulped at his commanding tone and furiously nodded your head. He smirked at your admission and you felt like hiding your face in shame. You were honestly loving the way he was making you humiliate yourself and you didn’t know how, but you wanted more of it.
Bucky trailed down kisses from your neck to your pebbled nipples and you shivered at his warm touch. He played with your tits as he nibbled and sucked your nipples and you couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up your throat as his hot mouth surrounded your pebbled nipples.
You whined at the loss when Bucky pulled back with a pop. His saliva began cooling over your sensitive skin and you shivered despite being very warm. “Look how sensitive you are. All you had to do was ask me to fuck you and I would’ve. No need of reading this stuff and getting yourself so riled up.”
You hadn’t ever thought the words spilling out of Bucky’s mouth would ever turn you on to this extent. He was already fucking you with his fingers, but somehow, you needed more. “Bucky please fuck me!” You didn’t plead, this time, you begged.
“Good girl.” You would’ve cum from just from his praise if he hadn’t pulled out his fingers. His flesh hand was still holding your waist tight enough to keep you from squirming. Your eyes nearly squinted as you followed as his fingers. He rubbed his wet fingers over your lips, smearing your slick, “Lick.”
You ran your tongue over your lips and his eyes keenly followed the movement. He placed two of his fingers back over your lips, but this time, he swiftly entered your open mouth. The fingers were thick and nearly reached the back of your throat and you gagged.
“Just like that. Suck on them like you’d suck my cock.” Encouraged by Bucky, you swirled your tongue over his fingers. He sucked in a sharp breath and you figured out that he could feel his metal hand. You doubled down your efforts and you could slowly feel the metal grow warmer in your mouth.
“You want to get fucked?” The question was straight forward and yet it made your head short circuit. “Yes Bucky!” He hummed as he mused and pushed his fingers deeper before pulling them out. “Go ahead then.” He said motioning towards his cock.
Bucky was making you do the work despite knowing how shy you were. With shaky hands, you unzipped his tented jeans and took out his hard length. Your mouth salivated at the sight of his thick cock and you lined it up with your sopping hole as you couldn’t wait anymore.
Your eyes clenched closed as he entered you. His thick length was stretching you deliciously as you slowly took him up to the base. His hands fisted at his sides when your hot walls wrapped around him. You took a moment to get settled with the stretch before moving your hips in a rhythmic matter.
Taking support on his chest, you began fucking yourself on his cock. Gravity was doing its work pulling you down whenever you raised yourself. He went deeper than anything you’ve ever had and you couldn’t stop the moans that kept on spilling from your lips.
“You’ll have this whenever you want.” Bucky murmured in your ear as you kept riding him. “Your tight cunt feels like heaven around my cock. Anytime you want this, just tell me. I’ll fill you up and keep you stuffed with my cum, would you like that?”
“Yes! Please, I want it. I want you so bad!” You whined. Your hips seemed to be moving of their own accord as you began fucking yourself harder. “Keep moving that pretty hole then. Keep riding me like that and I’ll fill you up nice and deep. Is that what you want?”
“Yes! Ye… yes buc.. Bucky! Pluh… please!” You stammered. You felt yourself getting closer to your release and you wouldn’t let Bucky take that away from you this time. “My fat cock’s got you stammering, ain’t it?”
His words were enough to push you on the edge as the waves of pleasure dragged you down with them. The orgasm felt like drowning in the sea and floating at the same time. It was a sublime feeling you couldn’t really put into words.
You sagged on Bucky’s chest as the climax left you feeling boneless. But Bucky was quick to flip you over on the coffee table. Your hands shook as you raised your ass up. Your breath hitched when Bucky entered you again from behind.
This time, he wasn’t merciful, he was animalistic and passionate. Unlike his previous cold exterior, he was like a man possessed now. The snapping of hips was shaking the table and he curled his hand around your neck and raised you up such that your back was pressed to his chest.
Your body was covered in sweat as you panted and moaned. His unrelenting thrusts were making stars burst behind your eyes. He was still murmuring filth into your ear, but you were too out of it to listen. You clutched his hand gracing your throat as your legs shook with the force of his thrusts.
It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to crash into you as you felt as if you were still reeling from the first. You felt little tremors of electricity going around your entire body. Your walls clenched around Bucky and he too came inside you with a loud grunt.
You nearly fell down on the sofa again, but the impact was reduced by Bucky’s body under you. You both heaved for air and as you settled down a little, you couldn’t help but start giggling. “What’s so funny?”
You were lying atop Bucky as you shook your head. “I can’t believe I fell for that.” Bucky circled his arms tightly around you. “You can act so innocent sometimes Bucky, I can’t believe this. Also did you mean it?” Bucky chuckled behind you. “Mean what?”
“Whenever I want it….” You left the rest of your sentence hanging in the air. But Bucky understood what you were saying. He turned you around such that you were facing him. “Yeah. I meant it, just ask and you’ll get it, anytime, anywhere.”
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modernstoner · 6 months ago
twitter porn link pt.2༊*·˚
‣ hello my fellow humans, fancy seeing you here. I know I said I would be active on Tumblr but guess what? I got banned lol. Now, I'm back and thank you to everyone who sent me those kind messages while I was gone ♡
‣ this is a part 2 of my previous porn link (here) y'all lemme know if I accidentally repeated the old ones.
‣ if anyone want more here: [bonus.]
'*•.¸♡ avengers edition ♡¸.•*'
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: ̗̀➛tony stark
doggy style with tony.
reverse cowgirl on tony.
rough morning ex with husband!tony.
ceo!tony teasing his little maid.
tony teasing your clit.
: ̗̀➛bucky barnes
morning sex with bucky.
fucking yourself on bucky's cock.
doggy style with bucky.
bucky torturing you with a toy.
rough sex with bucky.
: ̗̀➛steve rogers
steve teasing and fucking you until your squirming.
steve fingering you.
needy sex with steve.
riding dom!steve.
morning sex with husband!steve.
: ̗̀➛ dr. strange
riding dr. strange.
petting dr. strange's cock with your bare cunt.
shower ex with enemy!strange.
stephen fingering you and making you cum in seconds.
stephen taking you out on the kitchen counter.
: ̗̀➛loki laufeyson
loki tongue fucking you.
sucking loki's cock.
loki playing with your pussy.
loki abusing your throat.
loki punishing you with his chains and collars.
: ̗̀➛peter parker
giving a handjob to boyfriend!peter.
peter eating you out.
titty fucking peter making him cum.
69 position with peter.
peter making you ride him.
: ̗̀➛carol danvers
carol eating you out.
grinding yourself on carol's cunt.
carol fingering you.
rough strap on sex with carol.
carol fingering you under the covers.
: ̗̀➛natasha romanoff
making out with natasha.
eating out dom!natasha.
first time with girlfriend!natasha.
natasha denying your orgam.
natasha eating you out.
: ̗̀➛pietro maximoff
pietro playing through your panties.
riding pietro's face.
pietro fucking you after a long day.
soft morning sex with pietro.
pietro playing with you.
: ̗̀➛wanda maximoff
wanda loves your tits.
you vibrating wanda's pussy.
wanda fingering you.
grinding with wanda.
wanda eating you out.
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sweetsweetnuit · 2 months ago
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synopsis: you’re annoyed when your vibrator dies, but bucky is more annoyed by your whining.
pairing: bucky barnes (roommate) x f!reader
word count: 3.0k
warnings: 18+ ONLY. enemies to lovers, roommate trope, grumpy bucky, dirty talk, pet-names, so much sexual tension, masturbation, oral, penetrative sex (protected), denied orgasm, multiple orgasms, praise kink, size kink
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With an exasperated huff, you turn onto your back and stare up at the crumbling ceiling above you. For once, your upstairs neighbours are quiet. Not to mention the temperature in your bedroom is ideal; not hot enough to want to rip your clothes off and just cold enough to sleep with one leg out of the blanket. 
All you wanted was a good night’s sleep because tomorrow was your first day off in weeks. Not to mention the fact that tomorrow was a Saturday. Getting the weekend off was unheard of and you wanted to capitalize on it. 
You took your time in the shower, using the various body scrubs and deciding that you did deserve to do a face mask. It’s not like you were ever going to get another weekend to use them. The candle that you were burning in your room still lingered in the air, a sweet jasmine scent that should have relaxed you into a deep and peaceful slumber. 
Instead, you were in bed, wide fucking awake with restless leg syndrome. 
Another huff as you groaned, turning you reach for your phone so you could check the time. The digits read 02:34 AM as you let out a groan because at this rate, you were better pulling an all-nighter. This had to be some sort of sick joke the universe was playing on you. 
Despite your annoyance, you knew the cause of your restlessness. It wasn’t anxiety or nerves and it wasn’t some huge event that you had to attend tomorrow and were too excited to sleep. It wasn’t even the fact that you fell asleep on the couch watching New Girl. 
It was Bucky. 
The almost stubbornly handsome man that you called your roommate despite the fact that you both hated each other. It’s not like you went into this arrangement thinking he was a total asshole, no, you were actually hoping to like your new roommate considering your last was a raging kleptomaniac who also didn’t know about boundaries. 
If Bucky wasn’t such a grumpy, overbearing man who pointed out every single flaw in you, you could’ve been friends. Hell, you wanted to be a lot more than friends the first time you met him. 
He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose basketball shorts and no shirt as his chest glistened in the sweltering New York City summer sun as he offered to help you move in. You were immediately attracted to him, drawn to his charm and quick wit, but that all changed a few weeks into living with him. 
So the real reason why you couldn’t sleep at this ungodly hour is because every time you tried to close your eyes, Bucky would appear. In all of his stupid glory and you couldn’t shake him no matter how hard you tried. 
Your panties were slick and you had to rub your legs together to suppress the throbbing ache between your thighs. You thought you could sleep through it, but now, as you were reaching for the cheap vibrator you kept in your nightstand, you knew this was the only way. 
A quick fuck would’ve been better, but your usual friend with benefit is out of town and despite them always being down for a midnight delight, they weren’t a viable option. The lousy vibrator would have to do. 
You didn’t waste any time, quickly pushing it into your panties as you clicked it on, cursing at the sound it made before finally you were able to muffle it. Then, all your worries disappeared because fuck, it felt good. It was exactly what you needed right now and you were just going to enjoy this. 
It’s what you deserve. 
The vibrations over your clit made your toes curl, sinking further into your pillows as you bit your lip and let out a soft moan. Your hand cupped your tit, playing with your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt as you rocked against the toy.
You let yourself think of Bucky, your mind quickly wandering. 
His back and the way the muscles contracted as he reached for items on the top shelves. The way his mechanical hand whirred whenever he moved it. His fingers and how long and thick they were. His lips and mouth and the filthy things they would say to you as he buried himself between your legs. 
It was all too much and not enough at the same time. You wanted more, needed to feel his hands exploring and roaming your body. You wanted him to taste you, but also know exactly what he tasted like. Asshole or not, you craved him. 
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a loud knock sounded on your bedroom door the second your vibrator sputtered and then died. 
You were so. fucking. close. 
“Keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep.” Bucky’s voice boomed from the other side of the door and you grit your teeth in pure frustration as you threw the covers off and stomped all the way to the door before flinging it open. 
“Invest in ear plugs then, Barnes.” You spit back, moving past him and into the kitchen to rummage through the various drawers in hopes of finding two of those triple A fuckers to kickstart your vibrator again. 
It wasn’t until you closed the last drawer and looked back at Bucky that you realized you were still holding the toy and dressed in nothing but an old shirt and your cotton panties. At least they were cute and thank God you didn’t care enough to try around Bucky anymore. 
“If you’re looking for batteries, I used the last of them for the TV remote.” He smirked, that asshole actually had the audacity to smirk. 
You debated marching on over to the remote to empty it of its life source, but decided against it when you realized just how desperate that would’ve looked and Bucky didn’t need anymore ammunition against you. You were pretty sure he ran the I Hate My Roommate Club already.
Shaking your head, you groan, “fucking great.” 
There’s nothing left to do but make the walk of shame back to your bedroom and settle for your fingers. It was better than nothing except yeah, you were spoiled and loved the vibrator. Cheap or not, it got the work done in half the time. 
Right before your second leg finished crossing past the threshold into your bedroom, Bucky caught your upper arm with a large, warm hand, stopping you. You didn’t know how to react, so you slowly looked up at him, noticing how dark his eyes looked. 
“Am I going to spend the rest of the night hearing you complain about that stupid vibrator?” He asks and it makes you furious. 
“I’ll bitch and moan all night long just to keep you up,” you retort back. 
Bucky’s grip on you doesn’t loosen, instead, his lips twitch in another smirk as he draws you in even closer to his body. You can feel the heat of his body against yours and smell the earthy beard balm he uses, notes of evergreen and sage. 
“I’d much rather hear you moan, peach. Can we do that instead?” He cocks his head, his eyes travelling down your body and to where the vibrator is still being gripped by your fingers. 
Your heart kicks in your chest, realizing that this is just another one of Bucky’s games. It’s a challenge and nothing more, but you’re not about to back down now. If that’s how he wants to play, you’re just going to play rough and dirty. 
“What? So you can fuck me for two minutes and then ask if I came? Thanks, but I’ll stick to my own fingers.” You say innocently, batting your eyelashes for extra effect. 
It triggers something in Bucky because his jaw clenches and suddenly you’re inside of your bedroom and pressed tightly against the wall as the toy falls from your hand and onto the floor. 
A tiny gasp leaves through your parted lips as one of Bucky’s thick thighs slides between your legs and applies just the tiniest bit of pressure. Again, for the second time that night, it’s not fucking enough. You need more. 
“Drop the act, peaches. I see the way you look at me and I sure as hell see the way you squirm in your seat when I’m around you.” His tone is cocky and sure and fuck if he isn’t right. 
He drops his head, tentatively as if asking for your permission. When you don’t push him away, he lets his lips linger over the skin of your neck, grazing the sensitive flesh. The touch is enough to leave goosebumps in its wake, your eyes fluttering shut at the soft touch. 
“Smell so sweet, baby.” He hums, “I wonder if you taste even sweeter.” 
You have to fight back a groan, letting your head tumble against the wall behind you as his kisses increase in frequency until he’s trailing them up your jaw and stopping right over your lips. He’s so close that you can taste the minty toothpaste on his teeth, attempting to get closer, but he pins your arms by your head. 
“Take it back,” he growls. “Admit what we both know.” 
He’s not getting what he wants that easy, not tonight. Instead, you smirk, cocking your eyebrow as you lean in ever so slightly so you can whisper in his ear. 
“Make me.” 
Your words set Bucky off as he’s tugging you off the wall and throwing you onto the bed. You bounce a few times, watching Bucky stalk towards you before he’s gripping your ankle and tugging you to the edge of your bed. 
He looks hungry, eyes dark and his dark hair a messy frame around his face. It’s been getting longer these days, not as long as when you first met him, but it was at the point where it began curling around his forehead and the nape of his neck. 
“God, you’re so fucking difficult, you know that?” The question is rhetorical, but it makes you giggle anyways knowing how much you’re riling him up. 
You haven’t missed the bulge in his pants either, straining against his boxers and you’re about to go to church so you can thank God that Bucky sleeps almost naked every night. You only wished that he didn’t have a shirt on. 
He tugs you until your ass is nearly hanging off the edge of the bed before he’s sinking to his knees in front of you. Then, he pauses, a soft look glazing his eyes as he looks at you. It takes you a few seconds before you realize he’s asking for your permission to continue, knowing that if you don’t he’ll stop. 
“Don’t stop now, Buck. Or what? Never had a pussy this close to your face?” It’s your fucked up version of consent, but it’s all part of the intricate game you’re both playing. 
He snarls, ripping your shirt off of your body before your panties are next. It shocks you as the cool air hits your skin, nipples peaking while he stares down at you. 
“I hate how fucking beautiful you are, you know that? Make my cock so fucking hard.” He grumbles, back on his knees and spreading your legs apart for him. 
You should feel vulnerable, but you don’t. Something about Bucky makes you feel safe, like you know that he’s there to make you feel good and there’s nothing he would ever make you feel ashamed about. 
Not even the fact that hair covers your mound, decorated just how you like. 
“Fuck,” he lets out a hiss of air at the sight of your glistening core. 
He uses two fingers to spread you open, pressing a kiss to your hair covered mound before leaning back on his thighs, “this how wet your vibrator gets you, baby?” 
You moan, nodding your head. If he doesn’t touch you soon, you think you’re going to combust. Because in all honestly, it’s not just your vibrator. It’s him. It’s all Bucky. The thought of his back alone gets you hot and heavy. 
“Tomorrow we’re going out and I’m buying you as many of them as you want. In every colour too, peach.” He mumbles, transfixed by the sight in front of him. 
You think you’ve broken Bucky with your pussy. The way he’s licking his lips, dark eyes drinking in your body is addicting and you want to take a picture of this moment just in case you ever get amnesia and forget it. 
He doesn’t give you a chance to respond because his warm, flat tongue is running from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one firm lick. You collapse back onto the bed to enjoy the way Bucky is eating you out. 
Yeah, he knows what he’s doing. He’s not like the other guys you’ve been with. He can actually find the clit and he does so within the first few seconds until you’re mewling and your back is arching. 
“That’s it, baby. I knew you were in there, feels good doesn’t it, when your pussy gets licked properly.” He smirks against your hot core, the vibrations carrying through your entire body. 
One hand in tangled in his hair while the other is holding onto dear life on the bedsheets, using them as a lifeline. Bucky is nuzzling his entire face in your pussy, licking and sucking as you try to catch your breath. Your previously denied orgasm is quickly approaching and you hope Bucky gives it to you. 
“Fuck, Bucky. I-I’m coming.” You groan, head lolling to the side as you feel the heat seeping up your spine and through every extremity while your thighs squeeze Bucky’s head. 
Bucky rides you through the orgasm, moaning against your centre as he licks you clean, as if he’s making sure he won’t miss a single drop that you give him. The feeling is hypnotic, not to mention it’s one of the most intense orgasms of your life. Way better than what your shitty vibrator would’ve given you. 
He emerges, chin wet with your arousal as he smirks, “the fun’s only getting started.” 
This time, you’re scrambling to your knees, ripping off his shirt and moaning at the sight in front of you. He’s muscular and lean, chiseled to perfection as you run your hands up and down his torso and up to his shoulders where you lean in and finally plant your lips on his. 
He groans into your mouth, his tongue against yours as he holds you by your hips, sliding a hand down to cup your ass occasionally. The kiss is everything you’ve ever wanted and more. He tastes like you, but more importantly, he tastes just how you thought he would. 
“Condoms are in the bedside table. I expect to have a hard time walking tomorrow.” You said, slightly out of breath as you lay back and wiggle up the bed until you’re lying against the pillows. 
Bucky just looks at you, a look of endearment etched onto his face before he’s grabbing a condom, ripping the packet with his teeth and pushing his boxers down to his ankles. You knew he was big, but this just confirms every filthy fantasy you’ve ever had. 
“That’s not going to fit.” You suddenly blurt, wide-eyed as Bucky’s halfway down rolling the condom onto his length. 
He gets on the bed, nudging your legs apart with his knees as he hovers over you with a wickedly delicious smirk. His huge body over yours makes you feel about ten times smaller than you actually are. 
“I’ll make it fit, peaches. But trust me when I say you’ll be feeling me for days.” He purrs, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit and through your folds. 
Bucky lines up with your entrance, pushing slowly until the head of his cock penetrates you and you’re already dizzy from pleasure. Your legs are wrapped around his waist and you’re sinking your nails into his back. 
“Atta girl,” he coos, something about his words making you whimper. 
“Such a good girl, open your eyes.” He demands, stilling his hips until you do so. 
“Look,” he growls, tilting your chin to you can see where you’re both connected. “I want you to see how well your tight little pussy is taking my cock.” 
You shudder, both from his words and the way he begins to slowly continue to sink into you. It’s exactly what you needed, to be filled and stretched by Bucky’s cock. 
“Such a good girl, letting me into your guts.” He growls, fully seated inside of you and driving you absolutely crazy. 
He doesn’t waste anymore time, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back into you and your eyes roll back as he places your legs over his shoulders. He’s properly fucking you, the headboard meeting the wall so hard the neighbours will sure be complaining in the morning. 
And this is it. This is how you know that Bucky will no longer be just your roommate because a roommate doesn’t fuck as good as he does unless he has other intentions. 
“Give me another one, peach. Wanna feel you squeeze my cock as you come.” He grunts, thumb meeting your clit as your legs shake and you can’t hold back the orgasm, still oversensitive from the last. 
It blows your mind entirely, leaving you breathless and speechless, the feelings seemingly going on forever until Bucky’s hips begin to stutter as he spills into the condom. 
He collapses beside you, discarding the condom before gathering you into his arms as you both try to come back down to Earth from what was possibly the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. 
“Next time you an orgasm, let me tag team with your vibrator. I wanna make you see stars, peach.” He whispers in your ear with a shit-eating grin on his face because yeah, Bucky’s wasn’t just a roommate anymore. 
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buckycuddlebuddy · 2 months ago
𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔
summary ─ hearing the man you’ve been fantasizing about had similar feelings for you had to be a dream. a best kind of dream. you never wanted to wake up.
pairing ─ dilf!bucky barnes x babysitter!reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, flirting, age gap (reader mid 20s, bucky early 40s), dirty talk, pet names, dilf bucky is a Sight, dad!bucky, kissing, visuals are: 2017 sebastian, light degredation, fingering, bucky with kids, size kink, oral sex, riding, protected sex
a/n ─ this took me a while to write, but i'm happy it's finished and that i'm officially horné. all the mistakes are my own. hope y'all like it. please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333
title and the inspiration comes from ‘freak’ but when it ends it’s ‘streets’ (slowed) by doja cat.
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“Thank you so much for doing this again,” James murmured as he opened his door for you to get inside. “I know this is your day off, but I wouldn’t have called you in if it wasn’t an emergency.” He grimaced a little.
“It’s alright, Mr. Barnes,” you said. It really was alright because babysitting to his kid was one of your favorite things. “I enjoy my time here, honest.” He chuckled.
“Oh, it’s very good to know. I now will assign you a room, so that I can keep you here all the time,” he wiggled his eyebrows. You laughed lightly. You wouldn’t say no to staying here, you thought to yourself idly.
Mr. Barnes was filthy rich. The place he called ‘home’ was just a little shy from being a fucking mansion. It had many rooms and incredibly beautiful inner design. Each room was comfortably big; they didn’t make you feel like it was suffocating you with its smallness or drowning you with its extra empty spaces. The design his house had was cozy. It carried earthy tones with some whites and golden color nicely sprinkled around.
“I wouldn’t say no,” you teased, feeling your cheeks burning when the way he looked at you changed.
“Yeah?” He asked. You chuckled nervously as you nodded. It wasn’t like you hadn’t stayed here before, it happened once, but you really wouldn’t mind being a stay-in-babysitter because your roommates and their friends were driving you crazy during midterms and finals. “Well, now I’ll definitely make sure to set one of the rooms up for you, then,” he murmured. “Please pick a room and tell me, so that I can put some things you might like up in there, alright?”
“Oh, you don’t h-have to…” You started, but James waved his hand dismissively.
“It’s fine, I actually enjoy doing interior design,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t get to do that as much as I would like to.” He grabbed his suit jacket where he left it on the couch. Quickly putting it on, he fixed his cuffs.
“Your tie…” You mumbled as you inspected his slightly crooked tie. Your hands went for it before you could stop yourself; fingers touching the soft fabric, you straightened the tie up, fixed his collar and brushed the non-existing dust from his shoulders. “T-that’s better,” you whispered, eyes finding his.
Mr. Barnes was rich, yes, but he was also very charming, funny guy who was great with kids; you watched him spending time with his kid, you knew how much of an attentive father he was. The scene of him playing with his son was making your uterus having thoughts of her own, but you also couldn’t help but melting every single time you got to watch them together.
James was a devilishly handsome man. He had beautiful steel blue eyes which he passed it on to his son. He had gorgeous, chestnut color, fluffy hair that always made you want to run your fingers through them, and his well-kept beard always made you bite your lip for some reason you refused to think deep about. His naturally red lips had very pretty bow shape; they looked like they were made to kiss and to be kissed. He had a sharp jawline although he always hid it under his beautiful beard. He really was a very handsome man.
What drove you mad about his looks, though, were the grays in both his hair and beard.
He wasn’t a young man; he was nearing his mid-forties. He wasn’t so young, but he wasn’t exactly old either. For you, he was the perfect age, and seeing him going silver slowly was the best kind of torture.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, a small pleased smile playing on his lips. You nodded quickly and sent him a smile of your own. “I’ll be back in couple hours. You already know the drill, but for the sake my mind let me repeat: If you get hungry, I just got the grocery shopping done, so you can cook or order takeout. It’s on me, you don’t have to pay for it. If you go out with him, please text me so that I’ll know you’re out and don’t freak if I come home early.” You chuckled. He rolled his eyes, mostly to himself. “I already gave him a bath. He will most likely to pass out in an hour or so, but who knows. He’s a little shit.”
“Mr. Barnes!” You exclaimed lightly, and James laughed.
“What,” he said, shrugging. “He’s my kid. I know things.” You chuckled. “Anyway. I’ll let you know if I run a little later than I told you, and will also let you know when I’m coming home. Any questions?” You shook your head.
“We’ll be fine,” you murmured. “We’ll probably pass out together.” James smiled. He loved walking in on you and his son cuddled together in the couch, all conked out.
“Alright,” he agreed, sighing deeply. He grabbed his coat, car and house keys and wallet. “Have fun.”
“You too,” you said. He grimaced. “Err, don’t have fun?” You offered at his expression. He snorted.
“Yeah, paperwork and last minute meetings are not fun,” he rolled his eyes. Opening the door, he stepped out. “I’ll be silent.” You nodded. He sent you one last smile before he made his way to his car which was a sleek and handsome looking black Jaguar. Unlocking the doors, James slipped inside gracefully, making your stomach flutter. He waved right before he exited the driveway and disappeared.
“Goddamn,” you whispered to yourself while closing the door. That man was a walking sin, and it was getting harder and harder to not jump into the arms of Lucifer.
“Miss Y/N,” you heard a small voice coming from your left and immediately lifted your head. “Where’s dad?”
You smiled as you walked towards James’ son, Tommy. He was the most adorable little boy you’ve ever seen. He had beautifully curly, chestnut brown hair and steel blue eyes, which he got both of them from his dad, with a small nose and tiny, cute face. He was missing two of his front teeth, and it just made him look even cuter.
“He had an emergency at work, baby,” you murmured softly. “He had to leave, but he’ll be home very soon.” Tommy nodded. He was sleepy, it was so obvious, and was slightly swaying on his feet. So, you bent over and scooped him up in your arms. He was getting heavier, and it was making you feel sad that there was going to be a day where you wouldn’t be able to lift him up in your arms like this.
“Can we cuddle?” He asked, face hidden in the crook of your neck. You stroked his back, ran your fingers through his soft hair.
“Of course, sweetie,” you said. “I’ll never say no to cuddles, you know that.” He hummed. His little hands were holding onto your t-shirt tightly. You hugged even closer to him. You loved carrying him around like this because it felt so nice to have his weight and warmth up against you like that. It was very soothing.
You carried him to the huge living room. He was here, you could see; his favorite fluffy blankets were thrown on the large, comfy couch and you saw a couple throw pillows and his favorite stuffie. You got on the couch, grabbed the blankets and covered him and yourself with it carefully. He was laying on your chest, silent and sleepy, when you held out his cute stuffie to him. He took it without saying anything and held it against him. You sighed happily.
“Is there anything you wanna watch, baby?” You asked softly. Tommy whined a little but didn’t say anything. He was very close to passing out, you figured, so you didn’t repeat your question. There was already an animation movie playing, so you let that roll as you cuddled Tommy close to you.
It was fifteen minutes later; you fell asleep with Tommy still cuddling you on the couch.
A shuffling noise and the sudden lack of weight on your chest woke you up. Alarmed, you opened your eyes immediately and looked around.
“Hey,” A soft, familiar voice called out silently. “‘s alright.” You tried to blink the sleep away from your eyes and looked up to the figure standing tall before you.
It was James.
“Oh,” you whispered. James hummed. Tommy was in his arms, wrapped in his blanket and his stuffie still in his hands, sleeping soundly. “What time is it?” You asked. James grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
“Past midnight,” he answered you. “Lemme put him in his bed, and I’ll be right back.” You nodded absently, sleep still present in your movements. James cradled his son’s head closer to his neck as he moved quickly towards the boy’s room.
You yawned. James’ couch was very comfortable, you thought, because you didn’t have any crick in your neck or any stiffness in your body. Looking around, you slowly gathered the couple toys Tommy left behind and put the pillows back on the couch, and then you stood up, fixing your clothes and hair. You could feel sleep still being present in your limbs and actions, everything felt so slow and heavy. James was home, though. That meant it was time for you to leave.
“Alright, he’s in his bed,” James said with a breathy voice as if he ran from Tommy’s room to the living room. “He’s out still, and I think he will be until─ Where are you going?” You tried to blink away the sleep.
“Um,” you paused, thinking for a hot second. “Home?” James frowned.
“You’re not going anywhere at this hour,” he said, his voice hard as steel but soft as feather at the same time. You swallowed hard. “It’s late. I’d rather if you stay in one of the rooms until I set up your real one.” He shrugged his suit jacket off as he spoke and undid his tie. Your sleepy state was dissipating slowly but surely. “I would offer you to take you home myself, but there really is no need for that when you can stay here.” James looked at you with his mesmerizing steel blue eyes as he rolled his sleeves up.
Oh fuck, you thought.
“O-okay,” you stammered and watched him getting hotter each passing second. “I’ll, uh, I’ll stay.” James gave you a smile and wink.
“Good girl,” he murmured. You shivered lightly. His eyes traveled up and down exactly once before he made his way to the kitchen. “You hungry, angel?”
Fuck him, you thought. He knew what exactly he was doing with calling you those sweet names. You frowned. He shouldn’t have affected you this much, but he was a very hard man to resist. He had always called you ‘angel’, though. You hummed.
“Y/N?” Blinking, you snapped out of your trance.
“Um,” you started but forgot what he asked. James came out of the kitchen with worry etched on his face.
“You okay?” He asked softly. So softly that you suddenly wanted to let go of everything and collapse into his arms. “Hey?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied. “Still sleepy.” He hummed. He slowly reached for your wrist and grasped it gently in his large and warm hand, pulling you towards the kitchen. You let him drag you, relishing the soft hold he had on your wrist.
He placed you against the counter and turned around to get some fruits out of the fridge. You yawned lightly as you watched him washing the fruits quickly but efficiently. James, then, grabbed a small knife and flipped it masterfully between his fingers before starting to cut fruits in small pieces. You watched him fussing around the kitchen like you were hypnotized.
After he was done with cutting, he put them into a deep bowl and turned to you. “Hop on to it,” he said, pointing the counter. You felt your cheeks burn but did as he said. Lifting yourself up on your arms, you perched yourself on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen. James grabbed a fork before he walked into your personal space, your legs spread open without you realizing it.
“M-Mr. Barnes?” You whispered. He shushed you gently.
“Open up,” he murmured, holding the fork with a strawberry to your mouth. You licked your lips, totally missing him eyeing the movement hungrily, and opened your mouth. James hummed as he fed you.
Your whole body was on fire. Your heart was beating fast, hands were a bit sweaty, and you could feel your panties getting damp slowly. You cursed at yourself in your head. You had a crush on James since the day you saw at the job interview, and it was easy to crush on him. He was this older, rich guy who was very handsome. He was very good with his kid, funny, smart and caring. It was impossible not to crush on him, honestly.
“Wan’ some mangoes?” He asked softly. You swallowed the strawberry in your mouth and nodded meekly. He smiled. He stuffed the fork with a couple mango bites and held it to your lips again. You hummed appreciatively at the taste and chewed it, relishing the taste of the cool fruit. “You know,” James started. “If you don’t want this, you can just say so, and I’ll step aside, act like this never happened.” You frowned a bit. His blue eyes tore themselves away from the fruit bowl and locked into your own. “You don’t want me in your personal space, feeding you, caring and providing for you…” He took a deep breath. “…fantasizing about the ways I can touch you, just say so. I’ll stop, and I mean it.”
You choked on your fruit. Coughing a couple times, you felt his soothing hand at your back, rubbing. “Fantasizing? Me?”
His eyes darkened. “You have no idea how magnificent you are,” he huffed. “I watch you care for my child almost every goddamn day, and the only way to stop myself from bending you over the nearest surface is to jerk off three times a day while thinking of how you’d moan my name when you’re all needy.” Your eyes widen at his words. Your slowly dampening panties were now soaked, and you could feel the ache spreading through your groin.
“Mr. Barnes─” You started, but his appreciative moan caused you to cut yourself off.
“Yeah,” he said, sound so close to a growl. “That. I both hate and love the fact that you refuse to call me James or Bucky, but Mr. Barnes.” He leaned in; his nose was brushing against yours a little. “It drives me fucking insane.” He nudges your nose, his breath licking your face. You felt his hands on your thighs. His large hands grasping them, he slid them up from your knees. “You have no idea how much I wanna see you all breathy and covered in my marks.” He tilted his head, and fuck, his lips were brushing against your jaw. “Maybe see my come leaking out of you…” He nipped the soft flesh there, and then placed a kiss on it. “You have no idea how much I wanna see you wrecked and out of it because of me.”
“James,” you breathed. He responded you with a deep groan. His hands on your thighs tightened, blunt nails dug into your flesh over your jeans, and you took a shaky breath.
“Want me to stop?” James asked. “Say the word, and I will. I swear.” You bit your lip as you really thought about it.
One side of you was telling you that it was wrong, that you were the babysitter and it might end badly for you. That was your logic speaking, you knew it, but then there was this other side of you that was yelling at you to just go with it. You wanted to give in, let him use you and make you feel good while you did the same for him. It was wrong, yeah, but it sounded like such a great idea. You swallowed harshly and said ‘fuck it’ to yourself in your mind.
“No,” you whispered. Your fingers found the collar of his white, crisp shirt and curled around them, using it to pull him in for a passionate kiss. James moaned into your mouth. His hands were quick to find their home on your thighs. His fingers dug into the meat of them, and you moaned. They tightened around your knees, and he placed your legs around his waist, doing the same with your arms, winding them around his neck.
“Hold on,” he gasped into the kiss. You tightened your limbs around his body, and suddenly you were hauled up in his arms. You gasped. James didn’t miss a beat; he covered your lips with his, continuing to kiss you while making his way to his bedroom.
It was so sexy that he could carry and kiss you at the same time like it was nothing. You always liked it when your partner manhandled you, and James was pressing on that button so hard. You whimpered into his mouth, licked into it and bit down on his bottom lip. James grunted at the prickly pain. He walked into his room, closing the door rather loudly, but neither of you cared. You knew that Tommy could sleep through a bombing, and the thought relaxed you.
James made his way to his bed, dropping you onto it and climbing on top of you without losing a second. You moaned as you stretched under him.
You were still having hard time that you were under him, his big and strong body on top of yours and his plush lips were kissing yours. You have fantasized about this for so many times and so long that it all felt like a dream, you were afraid that you were going to wake up at the best part and continue to your yearning in silence.
“Mm, angel,” Bucky whispered, his nose moving up and down your throat. “You smell divine.” You whimpered. Squirming under his bulk, you looked at him when he pulled back.
His blue eyes were black, pupils massive. All the kissing you’ve done caused his lips to get red and swollen, and it made you want to kiss and bite them all over again. His beard had spit and some fruit juice in it, making it shiny, and you briefly wondered how it would look after he made you come on his face. You moaned at the thought. James caught on it immediately.
“What?” He asked. He cocked his head to his side and looked at you with careful, narrowed eyes. “You’ve thought about something that made you moan, haven’t you, love?” You bit your lip and nodded. “Tell me,” he commanded gently. You whined.
At first, you wanted to say no. You knew he’d accept it, but you also wanted to tell him what you’ve just thought about because you knew that he’d make it true, too. Ugh, you thought. This guy.
“Baby, if you don’t tell me, I’ll just wring it out of you,” he threatened. His voice was soft but low, it sent shivers down your spine. You hummed, murmuring another ‘fuck it’ to yourself in your mind.
“I…” You started. James hummed approvingly. “Can you eat me out? Please?” You asked, face burning up. James’ eyes widened at your words before his whole face darkened with lust. Your breath left your lungs as you watched him licking his lips hungrily and nodding eagerly. Fuck, you thought, whining. “You’re gonna ruin every other man for me, not fair!”
James chuckled. “Who says I’m gonna let you go to those… boys after I’m done with you, hmm?” He told you. You gasped. James quickly shed his shirt, throwing it on the bedroom floor, his hands grabbed the hem of your sweatpants. He pulled them down after your tiny approving nod, and in no time, he got rid of your panties as well. “Goddammit, sweetheart,” he whispered when his hands spread your legs to reveal your dripping core. He licked his lips again.
“James,” you whined. Your hand found its way into that fluffy, chestnut brown hair and pulled. James groaned throatily. “James.”
He hummed. “Pull my hair all you like, baby,” he whispered. The tip of his nose was nudging your weeping core, grazing over your sensitive clit. “Lookit this lil’ pussy, hmm…” You whined, pulling on his hair a bit more. He moaned.
Then. Then, he was latched onto your clit like he was a thirsty man who finally found some water, and you gasped loudly as your other hand desperately clutched onto his hair like the other one.
James’ skillful tongue started licking, moving up and down on your pussy, and his lips occasionally closed over your clit, sucking it harshly. You moaned whenever the tip of his tongue nudged that little bundle of nerves. He was a messy pussy eater, you came to find out soon enough. He didn’t mind the drool getting everywhere, certainly did not mind how wet his face got because of you. James seemed to get off on it, in fact.
As he pushed his tongue inside you, your back arched at the feeling. Your hands were holding onto his hair tightly. Feeling like if you were to let go, you were going to lose your last grip on reality. James didn’t comment nor mind the harshness of your hair pulling. He actually liked the stinging pain in his scalp; it let him know that his partner was having a real good time.
Pulling back, James gasped for air for a couple seconds. In mean time, he put his long and thick fingers into use as he pressed his thumb on your clit and slid two of his fingers in you. You cried out in pleasure.
“So fuckin’ tight,” he whispered, feeling how your walls were constricting around his fingers. “God, you gonna feel so damn amazing on my cock, aren’t you, baby?” James asked, taunting you just a little bit. “You gonna milk that come right outta my dick, but don’t worry, I’m a very willing participant.” He winked at you when he caught your eyes.
James’ hair was a mess thanks to you. All of his neatly done hair was tangled. His beard was shining like a crystal under lights with your juices. His face was red, eyes were black, and James still looked hungry. You mewled at the sight of this man between your thighs.
“Mmm,” you moaned when you felt him sliding another finger in you. He was pumping them in and out at a tolerable pace; one that wouldn’t make you desperate for him to faster, and also would keep you on the edge. It was the best torture. “James, mmm…”
He grunted. “Love the way you call my name, honey,” he murmured. “Gets me so hot for you.” He bent his head down and licked a fat line from his fingers to your clit, giving it a small suck and causing your hips to thrust upwards. James chuckled darkly. “Take your t-shirt off,” he ordered. You lifted your torso off the bed, minding that James was between your thighs, and pulled your t-shirt and bra off, throwing them on growing the clothes pile on the ground. James let out an appreciative hum at the sight of your bare chest.
His free hand found its home on one of your breasts, fingers immediately pulling and tweaking your nipple. You gasped at the sharp sting of pain and moaned at the pleasure that followed that pain. James smirked. He, then, got on his knees on the bed without taking his fingers out of you or faltering the pace he set, and closed his mouth on one your nipples.
“Mm, fuck!” You groaned, hand sliding back into his already messy hair. James hummed. “You have an oral fixation, sir,” you murmured, amused. James bit your nipple in return, making you cry out in real pain this time, but both of you dissolved into chuckles. James took his mouth off your nipple, kissed his way up your lips and kissed you passionately. You hummed into his kiss.
James was such a good kisser, you thought. The way he kissed made you feel precious, and like you were this person that he really found sexy─ it was one hell of an ego boost if you were to be honest. You sighed into the kiss, melting under him as you opened your mouth and let him lick into your mouth.
He pulled back with gasp. “Damnit, you gonna make me come in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager,” he murmured, huffing out a chuckle. You grinned. You wrapped your legs around his thick waist and flipped him onto his back. James gasped in surprise. You found your seat right over his groin, felt how hard he was for you and hummed. You started to roll your hips against his bulge; bare pussy against his clothed dick. James moaned throatily as he threw his head back, burying his head deeper into the pillow. You chuckled lightly.
Making a man like him moan like that and get him lost in his pleasure had the power to make you feel confident and very sexy, so you rolled your hips against his bulge a bit faster and rougher. His large palms found their home on your ass, holding onto the flesh there and digging his nails. You moaned.
“Mmm, God, honey,” James whispered, moaning afterwards. You closed your eyes, straightened up and ground your hips harder. You were getting close, the position you were in and his reactions were pushing you even closer to the edge. You moaned. Your fingers found your nipples, and you pulled on and rolled them between your fingertips.
James grunted at the sight on top of him.
You were this wet dream of his that made him come in his sleep pants at nights, and here you were, grinding your hips desperately against his hard as fuck cock. He hummed. Pulling back one hand, he slapped your ass cheek harshly. You gasped. James did it again and again until he was sure that the flesh of your ass was warm with his attack. You mewled, and in that second, James knew you were about to come.
His thumb found your clit immediately, pressing on it and rolling it gently, he watched your lips parting with a silent scream. Your eyes were closed and hands resting on his thighs as you continued to grind down on him. James could feel your clit throbbing under his thumb, and he smirked. He pulled his thumb back and gave you very gentle slap right on your clit.
You gasped loudly, hips thrusting at a mad pace as you came.
“Yeah, love,” James grunted. “Yes, gimme all. Yeah, let go.” He stroked your sides, your ass and breasts. You were gasping for breath as your thighs shook violently. Your walls were clutching around nothing, and it made you whimper sadly. James shushed you. Sitting up, he kissed your neck, cheek and lips. “’s okay,” he whispered. “’s okay, baby, let yourself feel it.” You relaxed under his kisses and touch, and James hummed approvingly. “There you go…”
You sighed. You could feel the effects of your orgasm fading away, and you sighed again. You melted into his arms; your face tucked into the crook of his neck as James stroked your back soothingly.
“You were amazing,” James was whispering into your ear. “You were so good, damn, baby.” You giggled lightly as he pressed kisses after kisses on your cheeks, neck and lips. James hummed at the sound your giggle. He always found it adorable, but never got the chance to tell you because you were forbidden once.
“Mmm,” you hummed. “Mr. Barnes, sir, you haven’t come yet,” you said, all faux-innocence on your face and softness in your voice. James narrowed his eyes at you. He knew so well what you were trying to do. “Will you let me make you feel good, Mister?” James exhaled shakily.
“Have at it, love,” he said, gesturing his lap. You grinned at him and pushed him on his back. Then, you grabbed his legs, spread them apart and fit your body between his strong thighs. You kissed his inner thighs, nuzzled against his full balls and licked his faint happy trail. James hummed deeply. You ran your nose along the length of him, the tip of it brushed against his balls, and James moaned. “Hmm, don’t tease, baby.”
You pouted. “But, where is the fun in that?” You whimpered a bit and leaned down to took one of his balls into your mouth, sucking on and getting it wet. James groaned loudly. You nibbled on the skin there very gently, scraping them mostly really, and James tensed. You heard him choking on a groan and high-fived yourself in your mind.
“God, angel,” he murmured. His large palm found its place in your hair, taking a hold of your head to hold it gently. “I’m too riled up,” he whispered. “I feel so close to coming already,” he added and forced out a chuckle when you licked his cock from root to tip. “Fuck.”
You grinned at him when you pulled back. “I’m gonna leave the cock worship to some other time, then,” you told him, winking. “Please tell me you have a condom?” James nodded. He leaned on his left, opening his drawer, and pulled out a string of condoms. He ripped one free and opened the package. You took the condom from him, put it on his cock and stroked him a couple of times to spread the lube. James hissed at the warmth of your hand around his aching cock.
You straddled his thick thighs, raised on your knees to grab a hold of his dick that curled up to his belly and guided it to your already weeping pussy. You slowly sank down on him. James gasped, hands grabbing your hips immediately; he watched the way your pussy swallowed his cock inch by inch. You hummed, a moan getting trapped in your throat, then, you whined lowly. James ran his hands up and down your back soothingly.
“Lookit that lil’ pussy,” he growls. “She’s so hungry, isn’t she? Hmm? Lookit the way she swallows me right up. Hmm…” You moaned. Placing your hands on his muscled chest, you started to bounce on his cock at a steady pace. James cursed.
He felt so good inside you. He fit so nicely that it felt like that he was made to fill you up, or you were made for him to fill up. It didn’t matter. James fit so well into your pussy, and you wanted to keep him in you at all times. You whimpered at the thought of him being inside you all the time, and your walls clenched around his cock. James groaned.
“Baby,” he whispered, voice strained. His blunt nails were digging into your flesh. You hummed questioningly. “Baby, I’m gonna come─” James gasped. You didn’t care about what he said, you continued to ride him at a steady pace, occasionally clenching your walls around him.
Growling once again, James wrapped his arms around your back and flipped your positions. You squealed as you found yourself under his bulk, trapped and being railed through the mattress mercilessly as James started to pound into you with his all might. You cried out, moaned and gasped as his cock hit all the sensitive spot and stroked your walls so nicely. His balls were so full, you could feel the heaviness of them whenever they slapped against your skin. James’ tensed body was also another sign that how worked up he was. Like he said, he was about to come.
You grinned as James kept pounding into you. “Mmm, Mister!” You whimpered, putting on a show on purpose. “Mister, please come! Please!” James hissed and cursed. He cornered you against the pillows and the headboard, bending you almost half, and threw your knees over his elbows. You gasped.
“Oh, shit, yes, there!” You whispered. He was hitting that spot with each of his thrust, and holy fuck, you were going to come.
“Mister!” You cried out. “You’re gonna make me come! ‘m gonna come so hard for you, fuck─” You gasped. “James, James! Fuck, James, ‘m coming─” Your walls clenched around him as his thumb suddenly found your clit and started rolling it beneath his fingertip. You threw your head back, moaned loudly and long and came on his cock. Your walls were clenching around his aching dick madly.
James hissed. He thrusted once, twice and for the third time before he gasped, groaning deep in his throat, he filled the condom with his come. His balls were twitching as his cock spurted come. He panted into the crook of your neck. Your hand was in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, while your other hand was rubbing his back. Both of you stayed in that position until you leveled your breathing.
James pulled out slowly. You whimpered, but James shushed you with a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed into it. Quickly getting rid of the condom, he walked into the bathroom to grab a wet cloth.
“Mmm, you’re against the stickiness, I assume,” you joked. James grinned. He gently wiped your body down from all the excessive body fluids and dumped the cloth back into the bathroom before joining you in bed. You immediately cuddled up to him, laying your head on his chest, as he held you against his body with his arms tightly. You sighed again. You were content, relaxed and felt cherished.
The sleep didn’t take long to find you when you were that relaxed.
Your feet were silent as you walked towards the kitchen while wearing one of the sweatshirts that James owned and you found in his closet. It ended in your mid-thighs, and you pulled on your thin pajama bottoms just in case (you left some clothes in his house, after all). James was talking to someone, and you frowned as you slowed down. You didn’t want to interrupt his phone call, that was if he was having one.
The scene greeted you when you entered the kitchen wasn’t what you were expecting.
Tommy was standing on his small stool next to James while James poured some pancake batter into the hot pan. You smiled. Your heart was beating fast, stomach flipping, but you loved the feeling.
“Well, mornin’, boys,” you murmured. Both of them turned around with the same look on their faces, and you chuckled. “What are you doing?” You approached them with a skip on your step. James smiled.
“Mornin’, love,” he whispered. You grinned at him. Lifting yourself on your tiptoes, you kissed his cheek and patted his ass, knowing that Tommy wouldn’t be able to see it. Then, you turned towards Tommy, kissing his forehead. “We thought we could make some pancakes before you woke up.”
“Wanted to suphrise you,” Tommy slurred. You smiled at him. Ruffling his hair, you kissed Tommy’s cheek this time.
“Consider me surprised, baby,” you told him. Tommy beamed at you. James watched the scene right in front of him with a stupid smile on his face. “Need any help?” James blinked himself back into the reality and shook his head.
“Nope,” he said. “You help yourself with some coffee and go sit down, a’right? Make the kitchen look pretty.” You felt your face heating up at his words, and James winked at you. You rolled your eyes. He kissed your cheek. “Go,” he urged you. “Coffee’s fresh.”
“Fine,” you sighed. Grabbing yourself a cup, you filled it with coffee and sat down on the chair like James told you so.
You watched Tommy and James as they cooked breakfast for you. They were bickering and giggling lowly, creating a nice background noise. You smiled into your cup as your eyes never left your boys. You could see how much James loved his son and indulged him into things that he was doing. Tommy was also a good boy for listening to James and never disobeying him.
I love both of them very much, you thought and sighed happily.
James came by the table with a plate stacked with pancakes, and Tommy brought the utensils. You thanked them both before all of you dug in. After you were done with eating and sent Tommy away to wash his face and hands, you leaned in James’ personal space, lips brushing against his.
“You know,” you whispered, and James hummed. His eyes were dark already and never leaving yours. “You’re great father.” James blushed. Smiling widely, you kissed him on the lips chastely. “You’re also a freak in the sheets, but I guess I like it.”
James laughed loudly. His arms wrapped around your waist as he held you close to him. “Oh, baby, you love how much of a freak I am, and you haven’t seen nothing yet.” You hummed. Kissing him again, you rubbed your nose against his own.
“Oh, Mister, I can’t wait for you to show me.” James grinned and captured your lips with yours, promising you silently to show how much a freak he was in the most loving way possible.
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