#bucky barnes x fem!reader
i’m begging for you (take my hand)
this fic has 18+ content! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. this is for your safety and mine! please respect that.
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summary // bucky doesn’t do love, you love bucky. being friends with benefits makes sense, right? [bucky barnes x female!reader]
words // 19.0k (BUCKLE UP IT’S A LONG ONE)
warnings // modern!bucky, fwb! trope, brief love triangle (steve x reader x bucky), overall toxicity, cursing, daddy issues (bucky’s dad left), drinking, excessive use of nicknames (sweetheart/sweets/baby), oral sex (f! receiving), penetrative sex, unsafe sex (do not have unprotected sex!), spitting, thigh riding, bucky has a metal arm but it’s not explained why (it was a car accident & that is already known by reader)
notes // title from willow by taylor swift (this fic was originally titled heartbeat and inspired by childish gambino’s song of the same name) i just could not get modern bucky not knowing how to deal with feelings out of my head & it became this catastrophe [ive never written 18+ before so pls be gentle in your judgement of those scenes omg] happy reading!
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“To Bucky Barnes, my now forever lawyer.” You hold out your wine glass and he meets you halfway in a cheers. Bucky laughs brightly as you praise him. “And now my sugar daddy, since he makes an insane amount of money as senior associate.”
The two of you are halfway through your second bottle of wine. “I’ve been a lawyer for four years. I’m just now becoming your go-to?” He holds a hand to his chest in faux hurt.
You lean towards him as you laugh. “I needed to make sure you were a good lawyer. Get me off murder charges good.” It feels like the two of you have been scooting closer to each other all night.
“Sweetheart, you know I’d be there to help you hide the body if you needed me to.” He leans towards you in a conspiratorial whisper. Your eyes move from his eyes to his lips before snapping back up. “Then get you off the charges.” He breathes out.
You can feel his breath on your face. The scent of red wine hits your noise and you can see it staining his lips. You want to kiss him so desperately, but you just can’t make the first move. You don’t think you could handle that rejection.
“I’m gonna kiss you.” He says quietly, his eyes scanning over your face for any sign of rejection. You swallow thickly before nodding. “Okay.” You whisper back before letting out a nervous giggle.
Bucky’s hand comes up to rest against your cheek. Its coldness relieves some of the heat that’s risen to underneath your skin from his proximity and the wine you’ve consumed.
Your eyes slide shut as he leans in. His nose nudging against yours before you feel his lips. You bring your hand up to rest on his chest. His lips are softer than you expected and taste like the wine they’re stained with. It’s everything you’ve dreamed of when dreaming of kissing Bucky.
He pulls away and looks at you with half lidded eyes. “You’re so pretty.” He mumbles. You feel heat crawl up the back of your neck at the honesty in his tone. He presses a kiss against your jaw. Then your neck. Your head falls to the side to allow him better access.
It’s easy to move into his lap when his hands grip at your hips. “Fuck.” Bucky moans as you grind down against him. You throw your head back in a moan as his lips trail down from your jaw to your neck.
“Shit.” You say breathlessly as his hands run up and down your sides. Your hands drop down and begin to work on his jeans button and zipper. Bucky lets out a groan when they brush against his already hard dick.
You stand from his lap and he pulls his jeans off while you move to unbutton your top. As you work on the shirt, Bucky’s hands reach out to undo your own jeans. When you’re standing in nothing but underwear in front of him, Bucky isn’t doing anything but staring. The heat in his eyes makes you feel flush and goes straight to your core. “Fuck. You’re gorgeous.” He says quietly.
You crawl back into his lip and Bucky’s hands find you again immediately. You rub against him and both of you moan at the slight relief it offers. Bucky’s hand drifts down between you two and he begins to rub over your clothed clit.
You grind down on his hand and let out a whine. “More. More. Please.” You whisper. Bucky laughs softly at you before slipping his hand into your underwear and running a finger over your slit. “Oh my god.” Your head falls to rest on his shoulder.
“That’s it. You look so good like this, sweetheart.” He murmurs into your hair. The praise makes you moan as you grind down against him again desperate for more.
You pull back to look at him, one of your hands tangled in the hair at the back of his head. In a breathless tone you say, “Fuck me.”
Bucky groans. “Oh shit.” His hips buck up against you. “Yeah. Okay.” He pushes you off of his lap gently and moves to pull his briefs off. You follow suit and pull your underwear off.
“Come here.” He groans as he pulls you back over his lap. You giggle as he presses a flurry of kisses across your chest. He holds a hand out in front of you, “Spit.” He orders.
You glance at him in shock before following the order. His eyes roll back as he watches you before he moves to use the spit to lube himself up. “Fuck me. Please.” You whisper to him as he teases your entrance.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Bucky slips into you and you both let out loud moans. “Fuck. Fuck. You feel so good.” His forehead rests against your chest as both of you relish in the feeling for a moment. After a few seconds of shaky breathing, you yank at his hair gently so he’s forced to look at you again. A smirk spreads across his face at the feeling and you smile down at him, “Gonna fuck me? Or are we just sit here?” You tease.
Bucky’s hands grip your hips tightly and he steadies his feet on the ground. “Yeah, sweets. ‘M gonna fuck you.”
Your eyes focus in on Wanda as she waves a hand in front of your face. You can feel your body grow hot at the memory of Bucky and you. “What’s on your mind? You’ve been zoning out all night.” She laughs softly.
“Bucky and I had sex last night.” You blurt out, unable to keep it to yourself any longer. You swallow tightly when Wanda’s eyes brighten in excitement before confusion takes over.
She watches your face, like she can tell something was wrong, and doesn’t move to do anything for a second. When she does speak, it’s hesitant. “You’ve liked him since we were in school. Is this good or bad?”
You frown. She was right, you had liked Bucky since he had come barreling into your life senior year of college with bright eyes, mischievous smiles and maybe too many issues to ever be in a real relationship. You had sat through his flings and tried to move on with you own, but every guy had ended up being jealous of Bucky or too boring compared to him.
“He doesn’t-” You suck in a deep breath. “He doesn’t want a relationship.” You say quietly. You take another sip of your wine when Wanda reaches over with pity filled eyes and grabs a hold of your hand.
She shakes her head like she doesn’t understand what you’ve just said to her. “What do... What do you mean?”
You run your hands over your face in despair. “I don’t... We had like two bottles of wine and we hooked up.” You look up at her with tearful eyes. “When I woke up this morning, he went on about how he loved me and he didn’t want to hurt me.”
Wanda’s watching you with wide eyes. “Start from the beginning. What did he say? Are you sure he said he doesn’t want to be in a relationship?” She’s shaking her head in disbelief.
You take a deep breath before launching into the story.
His bed is empty when you wake up. Your stomach sinks as you stare at his bedroom door left ajar. You can hear him in the kitchen talking, but you can’t quite make out what he’s saying.
You take a deep breath before getting up. You had hoped he would sleep in with you. That cuddling in the morning would lead to confessions of hidden feelings. Your hopes diminished as you creeped down the hallway towards the kitchen.
“No.” Bucky sounds anxious as he talks into the phone. “I’m telling you. I fucked up.” You step in the kitchen and he glances over his shoulder with wide eyes. “I’ve got to go. Bye.” He hangs up abruptly and turns to you with a tense smile.
You give him a small smile in return. “Morning.” You tug at the hem of his t-shirt nervously as he stares at you. “We should-”
“I wanted to-” The two of you laugh awkwardly as you speak over one another. You hold your hand towards him. “You go first.” You move to sit at one of counter’s barstools.
Bucky’s watching you with wary eyes and if his words to whoever was on that phone weren’t warning enough, this new demeanor around you certainly is. “You’re my best friend.” He comes to stand directly across from you. “And I care about you a lot. You’re one of the most important women in my life. I don’t want to ruin our relationship.”
You nod slowly as he attempts to reject you kindly. If it weren’t so painful, you might laugh at how awkward he looks. “It’s not...” You trail off unsure of what to say. “Bucky, it’s not that serious. We’re fine.” You reach your hand across the counter palm up for him to take.
His brows furrow. “You’re not mad at me?” He asks in confusion. “I thought-”
You shake your fingers and he smiles before holding your hand tightly in his. “It was consensual. With a guy I trust with my life. And it was great sex. I’m not mad at you.” You smile reassuringly.
It’s not a lie. Not at all. Everything you said was true, you had just left out the part where you had been hoping for more. But you could get over this. A one time fling. You could survive it as long as you didn’t lose him.
“You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that.” Bucky’s shoulders relax. The tension on his face transforms into a cocky smirk. “Great sex?”
“That’s...” Wanda trails off as she digests your words. “Why didn’t you tell him how you feel?” She asks.
You look at her with wide eyes. “What do you mean why didn’t I tell him? Should we start with me overhearing him telling someone how much he fucked up or his rejection for dummies speech?” You laugh sarcastically.
Wanda gives you apologetic eyes. “How can you be sure he was talking to the person on the phone about you?” You scrunch your nose up at her and she sighs. “Okay, whatever. At least now you know he doesn’t want a relationship! You can move on and find someone with a bigger dick.”
“Wanda!” You can’t help but laugh. You give her an appreciative smile before letting out a sigh. “I don’t know... I guess I just always thought we’d end up together. It’s stupid.”
You trace your finger around the base of your wine glass. Wanda watches you for a moment before flagging down a waitress. She looks at you with a twinkle in her eye. “Can I get a round of tequila shots, please?” She asks.
The waitress nods before walking away. “We’re going to get you drunk and make you forget all about Bucky Barnes.”
You laugh softly. “Yes please.”
Four glasses of wine and two rounds of shots leaves you struggling to get the key into your apartment door’s lock.
“Fuck.” You mutter when you push too hard and the keys clatter against the floor. You sigh deeply before bending down to pick them. You lay one palm flat against your door in an attempt to steady your shaky feet as the other reaches for your keys.
Then you’re falling forward and your shoulder hits the floor harshly. “Jesus, sweetheart. I thought you were some weirdo trying to break in.” You groan as you look up and see Bucky staring down at you with furrowed brows.
He’s wearing nothing but sweatpants, his metal arm and abs on full display for you. You give him a dopey smile. “Hey, handsome.”
He laughs loudly. It’s bright and contagious and makes you giggle as he bends down to lift you to your feet. “Missed you tonight.” He says softly as he wraps his arm around your waist.
You allow yourself to rest your bodyweight on him, knowing he’s strong enough to lead you to your room. His soft words leave you feeling like you’re floating. It’s like the night before had never happened.
“Missed you too.” You whisper. Your words are slurred, not that you can change that, but you know he understands them. He presses a kiss to your head in response as he leads you down the hall and into a room.
The room is spinning around you, but you know it’s Bucky’s from the blank walls and dark furniture. Bucky sits you down on the edge of his bed and your fingers immediately grip his comforter tightly. “Why’d you bring me here?” Your grip is the only thing that keeps you from falling backwards onto his bed.
You try to focus your eyes on him, but he’s moving around the room too fast. From what you think is his dresser then his closet. “I’ve got to make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit tonight.”
“‘M not gonna get sick.” You mumble as he comes to a stop in front of you. He holds out a pile of clothes to you. “I have my own clothes in my own room.” You stare up at him defiantly.
You can see Bucky push his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a tell that he was getting a little annoyed. “C’mon sweets. Just put the clothes on and get in bed.”
He’s still holding the clothes out in front of you. His earlier rejection running through your mind. “I’m not having sex with you tonight.” You blurt out. You would have never said the words sober, but you didn’t want him to think it would become a recurring thing.
Bucky laughs awkwardly and drops the clothes on the bed beside you. “I’m not trying to have sex with you. I’m trying to take care of you and make sure you don’t die in your sleep.”
Your eyes narrow, but you feel far too dizzy to actually get up and move to your room to prove a point. You lift your arms and look up at Bucky, “Help?”
He smiles victoriously and reaches for the hem of your shirt. You can see his eyes trail over your bralette and feel your cheeks warm, but you blame that on the alcohol.
“Do you want to sleep in this?” He whispers as his fingers trail over one of the straps. You shiver as one of his cold fingers presses into your skin and leaves goosebumps in its wake.
You bite down on your lip, but nod your head. “I’ll be fine in it.”
He nods and you raise your arms again as he slips one of his black t-shirts onto you. It’s soft and smells like him leaving you warm all over and suddenly tired. Your head falls so your chin is resting against your chest.
Bucky kneels down in front of you. “Is it okay if I take your jeans off? So I can put sweatpants on you?” He moves his head so you’re forced to make eye contact with him as his hands come to rest on your stomach. He fiddles with your jean’s button, but doesn’t move to actually undo it yet.
You nod softly before falling backwards onto the bed. Bucky’s hands move quickly as he unbuttons and unzips your jeans. There’s a sharp inhale once he gets your jeans off, but you ignore it.
“Sweetheart.” You lift your hips when you feel his sweatpants get stuck underneath you. “Thank you.” He says quietly.
“What did you do tonight?” You mumble as you move around his bed to crawl under the comforter. You wait until he’s situated beside you before pulling the blanket up to cover the bottom half of your face.
He pulls the blanket down and holds out a wipe. “You complain when I let you fall asleep with the makeup.”
Your eyes flicker to his in brief shock, unaware of how much he actually listened to you. “Than...Thank you.” You begin to wipe it across your face. It’s not your normal routine, but it was better than nothing. “Tell me about your night.”
Bucky moves so he’s sitting against his headboard. “I just waited for you all night.” He shrugs.
You drop the wipe onto the side table. “Shut up. What did you really do?” You shove gently at his shoulder. Bucky’s hand wraps around your wrist and he pulls you into him.
He’s stronger when you’re sober, so your drunk body falls into his side easily and you wrap an arm around his waist. “I’m telling you the truth, sweets. I just waited all night for you.” He presses a kiss to your temple.
You look up from his chest to find him looking down at you with soft eyes. He’s being kind and you’re sure all that he can think of is how happy he is that your friendship hasn’t been ruined.
But all you can think about is how no matter how soft he is with you, he still doesn’t want to be with you. No matter how much he says he loves you and misses you, it’s not the sam way you mean it. It leaves a crack in your heart that you’re unsure will ever be healed.
She’s pretty. You think bitterly as you watch from across the room.
Bucky’s firm had a party every few months for donors. Bucky hated them. He always complained that schmoozing wasn’t his specialty, law was, so you were usually dragged along as his plus one to “Keep me from dying of boredom, please.”
You usually didn’t mind. Bucky flirted for money, you got to enjoy to open bar to cope with his non-existent feelings for you. Tonight felt even worse.
You force yourself to look away and look back down at the drink in front of you. You’re glad Wanda isn’t there to look at you with the same pity filled eyes that you had been getting since revealing the details of your hook up, but you wish you had someone to turn to.
“You look great in that dress.” Your head whips up at the familiar voice. Steve is smiling at you sweetly and you can tell he’s keeping his eyes respectfully on yours. “Definitely your color.”
You laugh. You and Steve weren’t particularly close, he was a childhood friend and you were college. The two of you really only spent time together in groups or with Bucky there. “Thank you, Mr. Rogers.” You tease.
“Please.” He throws his head back in an over dramatic groan. “Steve! So many people have called me Mr. Rogers tonight I’m going to fall into an identity crisis.”
You give him an ill-suppressed smile. “Thank you, Steve.” He sits down in the barstool next to you and waves the bartender over.
“Water for me and…” He glances at the empty glass in front of you, “another glass of wine for her?” His voice ends in a question and he smiles brightly when you nod.
“I could be wrong, but aren’t you supposed to be flirting with rich women to fund your pro bono cases?” You run a finger around the base of your glass.
Steve’s eyes trail from your manicured nails up to your teasing smile. He swallows and forces out a soft laugh. “I’m not too good at the flirting that’s uh-.” He looks over his shoulder before looking back at you with kind eyes.
You ignore his insinuation. Ignore the idea of Bucky and Steve feeling pity for you over Bucky. “Everyone deserves a break.”
The man in front of you gives you a relieved smile. “And what better way to take a break than talk to a pretty girl?”
You smile sweetly. “You could get 100k easily with that charm.” Steve throws his head back in a laugh and his arm lands on the back of your seat when he leans back in.
You find yourself leaning in too. He’s got a nice laugh and sweet personality. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him and it’s relaxing.
For a moment, Bucky is forgotten as Steve gives you all his attention, the first person to do so all night.
Bucky stops to stand next to Sam as he takes a sip of his drink. His eyes scan over the party in search of you.
“Good for Steve.” Sam says into his glass before taking a sip of his drink. Bucky’s eyes cut to him in question. Sam nods in front of him and Bucky’s eyes settle on you at the bar. With Steve.
“What do you mean good for Steve?” Bucky asks. He can’t take his eyes off of you as Steve slides a glass of wine towards you.
Sam shrugs nonchalantly. “He’s had a crush on her since that Halloween party last year.”
Bucky’s mind drifts to you in your skin tight superhero costume. He wasn’t blind, he had seen the guys who had come up to you and their eyes that had trailed after you.
“He hasn’t said anything to me.” He feels a surge of pride at the fact that he can’t explain when he thinks of how at the end of the night, you had come home alone with him, content to sit on the couch and watch horror movies. “He’s not her type.” He adds on after a moment of silence.
Bucky isn’t too confident in his words though. Steve seemed to be the perfect kind of guy for you. Kind, funny, made good money, and was always the guy who listened with open ears. Bucky just couldn’t fathom you with anybody that… He doesn’t know, but he knows Steve doesn’t feel right.
Sam snorts. “Yeah. Try telling you about wanting to take her out? He’d rather live.” Bucky watches as Steve leans in closer to whisper something into your ear.
He feels rage surge through him, but forces himself to stay in his spot. “Not like we’re dating. He could have told me if he wanted to. Or made a move.” He wasn’t sure why he felt so angry about you and Steve. It wasn’t like you two were dating, he hadn’t lied to Sam.
Sam looks at Bucky like he’s grown two heads. “Come on, Buck. Not dating? You call her all these nicknames, never let other people flirt with her, always take her home.”
“We live together.” Bucky defends weakly. His mind drifts to kissing you while wine drunk. He shakes his head. “Of course I take her home.”
Sam looks a little bemused as he asks, “Are you two seriously not dating?”
“Of course not! She’s my best friend.” He glances at Sam before looking back over at Steve. You’re leaning in too. It’s not like he was lying, the two of you weren’t dating. But he had brought you as his date tonight and he’ll be damned if Steve weasels his way into your heart.
“I was just cur-“ Bucky shoves his empty glass into Sam’s hand before beginning to make his way through the crowd towards you.
He can vaguely hear Sam shout a goodbye, but all he can focus on is getting your attention onto him and off of Steve.
You feel him before you see him. His hand trailing up your back before landing on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. His grip isn’t tight, but it makes you shiver.
“What’s going on here?” His voice is a possessive drawl and you look up at him with a confused smile.
You sit up straighter and Steve immediately pulls away. His blue eyes follow Bucky’s arm to his face and they narrow. “Just keeping her company. Noticed you were busy, so…” Steve trails off with a shrug.
Bucky’s grip on you tightens. “Well, I’m here now. You can go back to schmoozing.” He nods his head in the direction of the party, but Steve doesn’t budge.
You’re extremely confused by Bucky’s sudden possessiveness over your attention and turn to him with an annoyed glare. “Actually, Steve was telling me about how that’s your specialty. He’s far too sweet to mindlessly flirt. ”
You feel Steve’s shocked gaze on you, because he had definitely not said that, but you don’t look away from Bucky. His glare melts into a sickly sweet smile as he turns to look at his childhood friend. “That so?”
Part of you feels bad for pushing Steve into the middle of whatever this tension was between you and Bucky. But you can’t ignore the pleasure that rushes through you as Bucky’s grip tightens and his attention focuses solely on you for the first time all night.
Steve looks back and forth between you two before he stands from his seat. “It was nice seeing you.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek before slapping a hand against Bucky’s back. “See you later, punk.”
You swallow as Bucky moves to take Steve’s now unoccupied seat. He orders a drink and you can only watch in shock as moves around so casually. When he finally looks back at you he just looks confused by your silence.
“What’s up?” He asks with a smile.
You roll your eyes at him. “What was that?” You gesture in the direction Steve had gone before looking at him with wide eyes.
Bucky looks down at his drink and shrugs. “Didn’t want anyone bothering you.”
“Anyone bothering me? That was Steve!” You laugh incredulously. “I know Steve. You know Steve. He was keeping me company.” You can’t wrap your head around his random behavior.
Bucky shakes his head like you’re the one who’s being confusing and acting weird. “You just looked a little uncomfortable. I came to your rescue.” He gulps down the rest of his drink.
“My rescue?” You shake your head at him. “Buck, it was Steve. Steve Rogers is one of the most polite men in New York.”
Bucky shakes his head. “He likes you. Sam said he was definitely trying to make a move on you.” He immediately feels bad for blurting out Steve’s secret, but he just can’t let it go.
You scrunch your face up in confusion before letting out a breath. “That’s not your secret to tell.” You grab your clutch and stand up quickly. “Why would that even matter anyways?” You look down at him now, he’s still sitting on the barstool. He won’t look up at you.
“Can we just go home?” He asks quietly as he taps his fingers against the bar counter. You bite down on your lip before finally nodding. “Fine.” He lets out a sigh before standing to follow you.
You’re shocked when you feel his fingers slip in between yours as the two of you walk towards the elevators. Holding hands with Bucky wasn’t new, per say, you’d done it at bars to get out of creepy guys flirting with you, amusement parks so as to not lose one another, but this… This felt different, softer and more insecure.
You swallow before squeezing his hand in return. You hear the relieved breath he lets out as the two of you stop in front of the closed elevator doors.
He whispers your name with a tug of your hand. You turn to look at him as the two of you step into the empty elevator. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to screw things up with Steve. I just… I don’t know.”
Your heart breaks a little. You weren’t sure what you expected. Maybe an admission of jealousy, that Bucky realized he didn't want you with Steve or any other guy, he wanted you with him. But the words never came and you feel stupid for letting your hopes get the best of you.
You shrug. “It’s fine, Buck.” The elevator is slow in its descent. You almost groan when you see how high you are and the fifteen floors left to go down. “I don’t like Steve… I just… It was nice to have some company. You were busy all night.”
You try to hide the emotion in your voice, but Bucky can hear it. He can see it too, written on your face as you try to keep your eyes on the descending numbers.
Your words cause a wave of relief to crash over him. You didn’t like Steve. You didn’t like Steve. He felt bad for his friend, but not bad enough to stop his next move.
He tugs at your hand again. The elevator is almost all the way down if you could just ignore him for a few more seconds-
His lips are on yours before you even have a chance to think about why he’s pulling you towards him. You’re still with shock, your hands clasped between you two, as Bucky kisses you.
You don’t kiss back, too stunned to. Bucky pulls back when the elevator finally dings and you try to rush out only to be stopped when you realize you’re still attached to Bucky’s hand.
“What the fuck was that?” You hiss. “You can’t just… Just flip out about Steve flirting, tell me you’re not jealous and then kiss me!” You yell.
Bucky swallows thickly and glances around the empty lobby. “I… It…”
You stare at him with lifted brows waiting for an explanation. “You need to figure your shit out, Buck. I said I was fine if you wanted it to be a one time thing but I’m not here for you to yank around.”
“I’m not trying to yank you around!” Bucky defends. “I just… What if it wasn’t just a one time thing?” He asks quietly, his voice almost a whisper.
You want to cry. “Wh...What?” You ask with a shake of your head.
“I feel like such a dick.” He admits taking a hesitant step closer to you. When you don’t move away, he places a hand on your cheek. “Stuff with work has been so stressful lately and… and I never have the time or energy to do anything. The other night, with you, was the most relaxed I’ve been in a while.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’ve been thinking of us helping each other out.”
“Like a friends with benefits thing?” You blurt out when you realize where he was going with this.
He nods. “I just… Got to thinking after you left that morning. It was great sex, best I’ve had in a while.” You swallow and your eyes dart away a little embarrassed. “And I know you and don’t have to worry about you giving me some disease. We live together and we wouldn’t have to go out or wait for some random hook up.”
You can’t really wrap your head around his words. “But you don’t want… You don’t want to have a relationship?”
“You know me.” He laughs tensely. “Not a relationship guy. I love you, you’re my best friend, but-“
“That’s good.” Your blurt, already regretting the words. “I mean, I love you, you’re my best friend too, you know? Neither of us really have time for one anyways and… Life is stressful.”
“You… You want to? Do the benefits thing?” Bucky looks like he can’t believe that you’re agreeing. Quite honestly, you can’t really believe the words coming out of your mouth either.
Because you liked Bucky. You had for so long now it felt like it was a piece of you. You were sure you loved him. You were sure he didn’t feel the same way and this… This was a way to be with him, no matter how fucked up it may be.
And life was stressful. A full time job with New York City rent and bills. You hated going out. You hate hook ups, they always left you disgruntled and disappointed. Bucky had… Bucky had been good. The best, probably. And it would be nice to have someone other than yourself every once in a while.
“Yeah.” You whisper. “I… I want to. I’m kind of sick of my hand.”
Bucky snorts then laughs and it immediately calms you down. He was still your Bucky. Just with the added bonus of sex. “Me too, sweets.”
He presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls you into a hug. You suck in a deep breath. “I think you said something about going home.” You mumble into his suit jacket.
“Yeah.” He whispers back, tilting your chin up to look up. He smirks down at you. “I did.”
“Fuck. Fuck.” You moan as Bucky kisses down your chest. “Please, Buck.” You whimper when his right hand comes up and begins to play with your nipple.
He doesn’t respond, his tongue flicking over your other nipple. You’re arching your back into him, it feels good, but you want more. His left hand is settled on your hip and you want it on you in a different way.
You groan when he pulls away to look at you. “What do you want, sweetheart? You gotta tell me or I won’t be able to give it to you.” His tone is sweet, but he’s looking at you with blown pupils and a cocky smile.
“Your fingers, Buck, please.” You try to lift your hips up a little, but his left hand keeps you pressed against his mattress. You look at him pleadingly when he still doesn’t move. “Please, James.” You murmur.
You didn’t call him by his first name often, he had introduced himself as Bucky and you hadn’t even learned it until a few months later. Sometimes you pulled it out to tease him, but tonight… You wanted to see if it would push him.
“Fuck.” He mutters, leaning over you and beginning to press a line of kisses down your stomach all the way to your pelvic bone. “Fuck, that’s hot. Say it again.”
You throw your head back in a moan when his hand begins to rub you through your panties. “James. I need you to-“
“Gonna give you more than my fingers, sweets.” He hooks fingers in the waistband of your panties and yanks them down. “Finally gonna get a taste of you, if that’s okay.” He glances at you and you nod hastily.
“God. Yes, please.” Your eyes flutter shut as his hands force your thighs open. His grip on you is tight and harsh and makes your entire body tingle.
“So pretty.” He murmurs just watching you. If you weren’t so turned on you would be embarrassed by his stare, but his words just make you even more desperate for him. He settles on his stomach, head between your thighs. He begins to bite and kiss his way up your inner thigh. “Been thinking about this since you let me fuck you, sweetheart.” He admits in a murmur before finally putting his mouth on you. “Thinking about how you taste.”
“Oh shit.” You moan, a combination of the pleasure of his tongue and his words giving you butterflies. “Yes. Fuck.”
“Knew you’d taste good.” He moans, the words go straight to your core and he knows it. He knows what he’s doing. His hands gripping at your hips tightly, thumbs rubbing calming circles into your skin. He flicks his tongue over your sensitive spot and your back arches. “So good.” You murmur breathily. Your hands are clutching the bed sheets as you try to grind your hips up.
Bucky pulls one hand away, it gives you a little more freedom to move but not much, and begins to tease you with a finger.
“Yes. Please, your fingers.” You beg him. Bucky chuckles against you, sending hot breath and a small vibration straight to your core. It feels good, he’s good.
He pulls away slightly and you whine. “Come on, sweets.” He urges, pushing his finger into you. You moan at the feeling. “What happened to calling me James? Said I liked it.” He adds another, your slick heat allowing them easily.
“James.” You look down at him with blown pupils. Bucky almost comes right there, his fingers inside of you, your chest heaving and you looking at him like that. “James. Please. Want your mouth on me again.”
Now that you’ve started saying his name, it’s like you can’t stop. The name tumbles out of your mouth like a prayer. He rewards you for it though, his mouth is back on you, licking over you steadily, and you can feel the tension in your stomach the closer and closer you get.
“So good.” Bucky murmurs into your skin. You moan out again. “Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” He pulls away to ask, his breath fanning across your skin. Your hips buck up towards him in desperation and Bucky groans. “Come on, sweets. Can you come for me? Please.”
He curves his fingers and flicks his tongue over your already sensitive bud again and your back arches. “Fuck. Fuck.” You moan as your orgasm washes over you. Bucky works you through it and your legs are shaking by the time he pulls his mouth away to smile cheekily at you.
“I like it when you call me James.” He whispers as he crawls up towards you. You roll you eyes with a tired smile. He fingers trace circles over you stomach. “You tired?”
You nod your head. Your eyes trail over his body, his hard dick making an obvious tent in his briefs. You smirk at him, your hand moving to trail down from his stomach to his dick. Bucky moans as your hand grips him.
“Still want you to fuck me though.”
Bucky thinks maybe the two of you should establish some ground rules. No dates, if you sleep with somebody else let the other know, use protection, don’t fall asleep together.
But he can’t imagine the two of you not having your regular Sunday breakfasts together after his runs or forcing you out of his room when the two of you had shared beds long before this ever happened.
So, he ignores it. He decides to enjoy your warmth in his bed and assumes you’re not seeing anybody else. It’s good. It works, even if his friends think he’s being an idiot.
Steve is on one side while Sam is on his other and they’ve both been standing in silence now that Bucky has finished explaining what happened when the two of you left the party.
He feels bad when he sees Sam’s eyes flicker to Steve in confusion, but Steve’s face holds more pity than annoyance. It makes Bucky feel uncomfortable in his spot as he takes a sip of water.
“I don’t understand why you’re not calling her your girlfriend.” Steve finally says.
Bucky rolls his shoulders with an annoyed sigh. “I just said. We’re both busy with work and friends, there’s no time for relationships. This works for the both of us. We don’t have to rely on shitty hookups and we trust each other.”
Steve gives Bucky a look that screams you’re an idiot while Sam just laughs loudly. “You have to know how ridiculous that sounds, dude.” Sam slaps a hand against Bucky’s back. “You guys live together. You have all the time in the world to actually date each other. I thought you guys were dating each other with how you act. you’re having sex now and you still won’t call her your girlfriend?” He asks incredulously.
“I...I don’t want a relationship. It leads to marriage and kids and fights.” Bucky shudders. “No thanks. This way I get great sex and my best friend.”
Steve sighs heavily. “She deserves better than that, Buck. You know that.” His voice is full of disappointment. The same tone Bucky has been getting for years when it came to his relationships.
“Like you?” His tone is defensive and his words are meaner than they should be. Bucky knows all Steve wants is for his friends to be happy. “She’s a grown woman. She can decide who she wants to have sex with.”
“Come on, Buck. You’re not an idiot. She’s had a crush on you for years.” Steve lets out an exasperated sigh. “This is a great way to drive her away and lose her for good.”
“All,” Steve raises his voice to cut Bucky off, “I’m saying is she’ll figure out this isn’t what she wants and find someone who can give it to her. Then you’ll be left in the dust realizing what an idiot you were for letting your irrational fears talk you out of being with her.”
Bucky runs his tongue over his lips. “Who? Are you gonna steal her?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Will it be stealing when you’re the one who drives her away?”
His bed is empty when you wake up, but that’s no surprise, you knew Bucky ran Sunday mornings with the guys. You almost expect to feel more shame or pain over falling into this friends with benefits thing. But, you feel okay. Bucky was still your best friend. Just with mind-blowing sex. He didn’t kick you out at night and didn’t seem put off by you.
Your phone vibrates somewhere in his room from the inside of your clutch. You groan and finally move to sit up. Bucky has picked your things up and folded everything into a neat pile on the top of his dresser. Your clutch is sitting on the top of the pile and you can see the vibrations of your phone shaking it slightly.
You pick his shirt up from the floor and slide it on before reaching for your underwear underneath the clutch.
When you pull your phone out you see a few missed calls from Wanda, one last night the one you’ve just missed. You crawl into Bucky’s bed again and call her back.
“Hey!” You smile at Wanda’s voice. “I called you last night, but I forgot you had that lawyer thing.” You can imagine her nose scrunching up in disgust at the idea.
You mess with a loose thread on the comforter. “Yeah. Buck dragged me along.” There’s silence on the other end. You sigh heavily. “Shit. Wanda. You’ll never guess what I did last night.”
Your eyes take in the room. Bucky doesn’t have many decorations or knick knacks, but he has a couple pictures sitting on his nightstand. You move to his side of the bed and pick one of them up.
“You go home together?” Wanda doesn’t need to guess, there’s a twinge of disappointment in her voice but all you can focus on is the sadness you hear. Like she’s just hurting for you at this point.
You stare down at the photo in your hand. It’s from Bucky’s last birthday. “We live together.” You defect. The photo is the two of you sitting at your kitchen counter with two glasses of wine in front of you. The wine is red and you can faintly see it staining both of your lips. His arm is wrapped loosely around your waist and you’re pressing a kiss his cheek. The photo makes your heart ache. “You sleep in your room?” Wanda laughs. You drop the photo on the bed in front of you. “You’ve gotta tell him. Tell him how you feel, really.” She urges you.
You’re shaking your head even though she can’t see you. “It’ll ruin everything.” You say quietly. Losing him would be worse than loving him like this. “We... We agreed on a benefits thing last night. I think it can work.”
“That’s a great way to get hurt.” Wanda says. You glance at the other picture he has sitting on his nightstand.
It’s a photo of him and Steve. The two of them are children standing with hands wrapped tightly around the straps of their backpacks and they’ve got bright smiles on their faces. You smile at the sight, both boys happy, carefree and full of life.
Bucky’s left arm is still flesh in the photograph. He doesn’t talk about the accident much, he had come out with one arm and a completely changed person. Sometimes you wonder if things would be different if it had never happened.
You hear the front door slam shut. “I’ve gotta go! I’ll talk to you later.” You hang up before Wanda can say anything else. You leave the picture frame sitting in the bed, moving quickly from Bucky’s room to your own.
Bucky’s bedroom door is open when he gets home, but you’re nowhere to be found. Your clothes still sit on his dresser and there’s a picture frame partially covered by his comforter that makes Bucky pause.
It’s his favorite picture of you two, wine stained lips and happiness radiating off of you. He wonders what had made you grab it and what had made you drop it. Steve’s words come to mind she’s had a crush on you for years.
Bucky wasn’t an idiot. He had seen the nervous smiles and bright eyes in college, he had done everything he could to stay just friends with you and it had seemed to work. You had moved on. Boyfriends and flings had come and gone, your eyes had shifted into a caring stare and you stopped nervously fidgeting with your hands around him, so Bucky had assumed your crush went away. Even now there was nothing that really stood out as you liking him. It sounded like Steve was making assumptions to mess with Bucky’s head. And it was working.
He stares at the picture for another moment before placing it back on his nightstand. Bucky wasn’t afraid of relationships, Steve was wrong, he just hated how they ended. He wasn’t afraid of holding hands or expensive dates, he was afraid of the unavoidable hurt and falling out of love that would cause him to lose you.
He couldn’t lose you.
“Bucky?” Your voice jolts him from his thoughts and his head turns from the photo to you, standing in his doorway in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair shorts. “What should we order for lunch?”
Bucky lets out a deep breath before smiling up at you. “We should get some wraps from that cafe down the block.”
“That sounds good.” You smile. Your eyes move over him and Bucky has to look away. You’ve always been good at studying him and knowing if something was up. “Everything okay?”
Bucky shakes his head. “I’m just thinking.” He offers a tense smile that makes you step further into his room. Bucky’s eyes move from your bare feet up your legs to your face that’s watching him with concerned eyes.
“That can’t be good.” You tease as you take a seat next to him. You rest your head against his shoulder and Bucky feels a little calmer with you next to him. “What’s got you spacing out like that, Buck?” You ask gently.
“You’re not…” Bucky swallows thickly and looks down at his lap. “You’re not gonna leave me, right? This isn’t gonna fuck us up?”
He feels you tense against his side and begins to panic until your hand intwines with his. “Not if we promise not to let it fuck us up. You’re my best friend, Buck. I don’t wanna lose you either.”
“I promise.” Bucky squeezes your hand. “Do you?”
You squeeze his hand in return, but don’t say anything. Bucky takes the action as promise enough.
Days turn into weeks which turn into months and suddenly it’s November, fall in New York becoming winter much sooner than expected. The cold bites at your cheeks and seeps into your bones. Bucky becomes your warmth despite the constant ache in your heart at what you really are to him.
Bucky comes into your room or you sneak into his. You ignore the looks from your friends when you all go out and don’t heed to any of Wanda’s advice.
The lines are blurred to you, because it feels like you’re in a relationship. It’s almost like you’ve fallen into one naturally. It’s not just secret sex in the middle of the night. It’s all your normal things, reading together on Sundays and watching your favorite show together Saturday nights. Only now it’s started to include footsie and make-out sessions.
There are some nights the two of you go out, whether it to be to dinner or to see a new movie, and they feel like dates. Bucky never lets you pay and holds your hand in the theater.
You almost want to ask him Why. Why aren’t we official? Why can’t you call me your girlfriend? But you’re far too afraid. For every small gesture that feels like love, there are nights out with your friends where Bucky ignores your existence or awkward introductions to coworkers you run into at the movie theater.
Life moves on though. Day by day. Even if feels like you’re on a train moving full steam ahead towards a wall and impact is inevitable.
It’s nice to have a taste of what it could be like to have him.
It blows up on a Thursday night, at eight thirty-two pm, to be exact.
Bucky didn’t feel like cooking, he was relieved when you had suggested going out to grab dinner, but now he just wishes the two of you had stayed home.
There’s a tense and awkward silence as the two of you walk home. You’re about ten feet in front of him and not talking at all, it honestly looks more like he’s some creep following you home at this point. If he weren’t so upset he would probably laugh at the scene.
If Bucky had just kept his mouth shut.
“Oh my god.” You groan, slouching down in your seat and covering your face with your hands. “Fuck.”
Bucky looks between you and the entrance of the restaurant confused by your sudden annoyance. “What’s wrong?” He asks leaning towards you.
“I went to high school with that girl.” You whisper. “We were friends until I stole her boyfriend.” You roll your eyes.
Bucky chokes on his drink mid-sip. “You stole her boyfriend? Right on! I didn’t know you had that in you.” He laughs, completely shocked by the idea of a you in high school who steals guys when all he’s ever known is the sweet, loyal girl.
“I didn’t actually steal her boyfriend!” You hiss. Bucky notices the girl do a double take when her eyes catch on you. “He broke up with her and asked me to prom two weeks later so she assumed I stole him. She hated me and made the last few months of senior year absolute shit for me.” You explain slipping further into your seat before taking a heavy sip of wine.
“Incoming.” He chuckles as she makes a beeline for your table. You sit up ramrod straight when her hand lands on your shoulder and your name comes out in a fake giggle.
“Eliza.” Your smile is equally as fake as you stand up to offer her a quick hug. “How are you?” Bucky watches with amused eyes as Eliza launches into a story about her boyfriend, who’s watching the scene with bored eyes from across the restaurant.
He smiles awkwardly when the two of you turn to face him. “This is my boyfriend, Bucky.” You smile tightly at the woman and Bucky watches uncomfortably as she trails her eyes over him. “Really?” Eliza asks.
“Just friends, actually.” Bucky can’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth with an awkward laugh.
Your eyes narrow at him before they flicker away. Bucky watches in what feels like slow motion as your shoulders hunch in and you close yourself off, absolutely embarrassed as Eliza turns to you with a proud smirk. “Is that right?” Her tone is nasty and Bucky is filled with regret immediately, but there’s nothing he can do because you’re grabbing your purse and jacket and storming away.
Eliza smiles at him. “She’s always been one for the dramatics.” Bucky shakes his head as he pulls out some bills and leaves them on the table, moving the chase after you. “Thanks.” He says to the woman sarcastically as he pushes past her.
That had lead him here, trailing after you silently, as you fume from a distance. “Sweetheart, come on.” Bucky pleads. The words make you freeze and spin around to face him.
Bucky stumbles backwards as you walk towards him with fury in your eyes and your finger pointed at him accusingly. “Don’t call me that.”
“I’ve always called you sweetheart,” Bucky frowns. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just-”
“You didn’t embarrass me, James.” Bucky flinches as you spit out his first name like it’s poison. “You humiliated me. Was it really that big a deal? That I introduced you as my boyfriend? Does the idea of dating me disgust you that much?”
Bucky throws his hands out in front of him in a defensive gesture. “No! I just... We’re not dating. You know that!” He shakes his head. “I mean, dating you doesn’t disgust me... I just... You know?”
You raise your eyebrows at him. “No. I don’t know.” You say coldly. “It’s not like we’re not dating. You have to see that.”
“See what?” Bucky asks, completely exasperated. “We do everything we used to do and sometimes have sex.”
“Oh my god!” Your laugh sounds manic as you pause and look up at the sky like you’re searching for an answer. “Have you ever thought that maybe we weren’t ever just friends, Bucky? That we didn’t act like normal best friends do?” You cross your arms and look back at him.
Yes. Bucky thinks immediately. “No!” He swallows. “I’ve always seen you as my best friend! Never... Never...” He’s dug himself a deeper and deeper hole every time he’s opened his mouth, but this is the nail in his coffin. He says your name gently, but you’re already backing away, hurt all over your face.
“I guess I read everything wrong then.” You say quietly. “These stupid dates and us falling asleep together at night. All the holding hands and cuddling, right?” Your voice is filled with wet emotion and Bucky is sure if it wasn’t so dark outside he would see tears brimming your eyes. “You do that with all your friends. I mean nothing.”
“That’s not what I said!” Bucky exclaims. “You know you’re one of the most important women in my life. Please. Don’t do this.” He pleads.
“I’m done. Okay? This stupid benefits thing? These friend dates, Sunday mornings together, movies? Done with all of it.” You hiss. You suck in a deep breath, like you’re preparing to deliver the final blow. Bucky braces himself. “You wanna be just friends? I’ll do you one better, we can be just roommates. That way there’s no confusion.”
Bucky can only stand still, watching as you walk away.
Wanda has a kind enough heart to not say I told you so, when you show on her doorstep with mascara running down your cheeks. She just pulls you inside by your arm and wraps her softest blanket around your shoulders.
“What happened?” She places a cup of tea on her coffee table in front of you. You can vaguely hear Vision trying to move around in the kitchen as quietly as possible. There’s an unspoken question that lingers in the air. What did Bucky do?
You sniffle. “We ran into Eliza tonight.” Wanda’s eyes widen and you nod. “I… I introduced Bucky as my boyfriend. It just slipped out, but he totally panicked and corrected me right to her face. I was so humiliated, I bolted.”
Wanda takes the seat beside you on the couch. “That’s awful. I can’t believe that idiot,” she hisses the word, “couldn’t put aside his dumb fears for five seconds and just have your back.”
You rub your eyes harshly. “That’s not the worst part of the night. I think the worst part was when he reiterated we were just friends and that he’s never seen me as anything more than that.”
Wanda’s mouth drops open in shock and you can even hear Vision murmur something along the lines of oh shit in the kitchen.
“Good way to get hurt, huh?” You reiterate Wanda’s words from weeks ago and her face falls into a look a pity. “I’m so stupid. Why did I even agree to doing benefits with him?”
“We all do dumb things when we love someone.” She says soothingly as she rubs her hand across your back. “I know this hurts, but look at the silver lining. Now you can move on, for real. Bucky’s made his intentions clear and you can find someone better.”
You look at her sadly. “What if there isn’t someone better?” You almost choke on your own breath as you talk through your tears. “What if no one makes me feel that way?”
Wanda shakes her head and reaches up to grip your chin between her fingertips. It forces you to look into her blazing eyes. “Bucky’s nothing more than a man with commitment issues. We’re in New York City, there are millions of them. And for every Bucky, there’s a…a…”
“Vision.” You offer up with a teasing smile. Wanda blushes, but nods. “There’s a Vision. And yours is out there, he was just waiting for Bucky to fuck up.”
You let out a choke laugh. “Yeah…” You trail off. “Can I crash here? I don’t think I can-“
“-Of course.” Wanda cuts you off. “For as long as you need.”
Bucky doesn’t even want to go inside. He just stands outside his apartment door staring blankly at the lock. It doesn’t feel like home without you there.
You haven’t been home in three days and if it weren’t for your instagram stories with Wanda and Vision, Bucky would think you were dead.
You haven’t reached out at all, he isn’t sure if you had come by the apartment to grab personal things and when he had asked the guys if they had heard from you, Steve had just given him an I told you this would happen lecture.
Bucky feels like a fucking idiot. Bucky is a fucking idiot. He shoves his key into the lock with a sigh.
“Bucky?” A voice calls out. It makes him freeze in the doorway. It’s your voice. He’s sure it is. Nobody else had a key to the apartment. You pop out of the kitchen with a smile. “It is you!”
Your demeanor has done a complete flip. There’s no harsh stare or fiery eyes, just smiles. It leaves his head spinning. For the past three days he’s been trying to figure out how to make things better and you’re…fine?
“He…hey.” He pushes the word out. “Um. What are you doing here?”
Your brows furrow. “I live here?” You laugh softly before turning back into the kitchen. Bucky follows you dumbly, completely awestruck by your sudden reappearance.
“I thought… I thought you were mad at me?” He asks hesitantly.
“I was. Now I’m not.” You shrug. You move around the kitchen easily, putting groceries away that Bucky hadn’t even noticed with his entire focus on you.
He moves towards you. “Sweetheart-“
You interrupt him with your name and suddenly the fire is back in your eyes. Oh. This isn’t Bucky’s best friend coming back into his life.
It’s his roommate coming back home.
Just like you had promised.
Bucky tries to catch you some days. He’ll tilt his head in an attempt to force your eyes to meet his while you talk about nothing after he gets home from work.
You always avoid them, terrified one look into the blue you’ve loved for so long and you’ll crumble at his feet. You chatter about nothing important, the weather outside and your neighbor upstairs who always stomps around at four in the morning.
Bucky always listens intently and you begin to feel a little guilty for cutting him out completely. You just needed some time to get over him, then one day you could come home and watch Law and Order with him again and cook dinner together.
But for now, you pretend he’s nothing more than a roommate and like you’re not desperately in love with him.
It’ll work. It has to work.
Your name is like honey coming from Steve’s lips. He’s got a kind smile on his face as he hands over your coffee. He had slipped behind you in line at the coffee shop with a sheepish hello.
“You didn’t have to do that.” You say softly as you take it from him. “I can pay for my own coffee.” You can see the ingredients scribbled onto the side of his paper cup and it makes you smile into your sip.
Steve Rogers had a sweet tooth.
“Day off? Or just a break?” You hold the coffee shop door open for him to follow you out onto the street. Steve gives you a thankful smile.
“Break. I’m heading back to the office now.” He takes a sip of his drink. There were two weeks left of November and the streets of New York were doing their annual flip. Christmas lights going up too early and gloomy skies overhead.
You walk beside him, one hand shoved into your pocket. “Mind if I walk with you? I’m off today and I am so bored just sitting around the apartment.”
“Not at all!” Steve answers quickly. There’s a slight flush on his cheeks that you attribute to the wind nipping at both your cheeks. “I could use the company of someone other than corporate lawyers.”
You laugh at his dramatic eye roll. “You know most of your friends work at that firm.” Steve gives you an unapologetic smile. “Two friends and I can admit they can both be dicks sometimes.”
He looks at you like he knows something and you swallow, turning to look straight ahead of you. “I disagree.” You finally say after a moment. He looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Sam is always a sweetheart.”
That startles a laugh out of Steve, who looks at you with a shine in his eyes. He shakes his head and looks down at the sidewalk in front of him. “You okay? I know that-“
“-I’m fine.” You cut him off. You look up at him with a half smile. “And we don’t have to talk about it. In fact, let’s not.” You force out a laugh and Steve nods slowly.
You end up walking the rest of the way in a comfortable silence. Steve has a reassuring presence, something you don’t think you’ve ever even realized until now. Warmth radiates off of his body and his eyes give everything he feels away. Steve is a good apple. At least that’s what your grandmother would say if she had met him.
“This is me.” Steve says softly as he slows to a stop outside the corporate building. If you look around you’ll notice every building near by looks almost exactly the same. “Thanks for walking with me.” He says softly with a nervous smile.
You smile back. “Thanks for buying me coffee.” You hold it up towards him as if to show him. “And for letting me tag along.”
Steve shakes his head. You’re sure he has to get back to work soon, you know their days are usually full and small breaks like this were just that - small. “You don’t have to thank me. I… I like hanging out with you. You’re cool.” He scrunches his nose up when he realizes what he’s just said but you giggle.
“Cool?” You ask with a teasing smile. Steve looks down at his feet with red dusting his cheeks. “I think you’re cool too.” The words are soft as you nudge his boot clad foot with yours.
Steve looks up with bright eyes. “Yeah?” You nod and he smiles to himself. “We should… We should hang out more.” He suggests hesitantly.
Your eyes widen as you look at him. Steve looks about two seconds away from being sick with nerves and it’s sweet. Completely and utterly tooth rottingly sweet that someone is this nervous around you. Your heart picks up at him wanting to hang out more.
“Like dates?” You question quietly. Steve turns a bright shade of right and you’re reminded of Bucky blurting his secret out weeks ago. “I would like that.” You don’t give him a chance to respond to your first question.
He smiles so bright that you’re blinded by it. “Yeah?” You nod with a small smile. “Yeah. Now go back to work!” You shove his shoulder lightly which makes him laugh. “You have my number.”
He’s nodding happily as he backs away. “I do! I’ll text you?”
“Please!” You laugh as he pushes through the glass doors backwards, almost running over a women. He smiles awkwardly at her before facing you once again. You wave as he disappears into the crowd of people.
When he’s out of sight you let out a sigh. He was kind and incredibly endearing. Steve was a man every woman would be lucky to date. Why did you feel so guilty for flirting then?
You know why.
You ignore it.
Bucky watches with pursed lips from his spot by the front desk as you and Steve chat outside. He tries his best to read lips, but your both standing at an angle that makes it near impossible.
“You’re not creepy at all.” The voice makes him jump and he turns to look at Sam, leaning against the opposite side of the reception desk. Martha, the woman who runs the desk, looks between them in amusement. “Steve is some kind of psychic, huh?” He snorts.
Bucky turns his glare onto Sam. “It’s not my fault they’re out there for everyone to see.” He snaps before turning his eyes back on the scene in front of him.
Sam laughs loudly and Bucky watches his Steve embarrasses himself by running into a girl leaving the building. He would feel better about it, if he couldn’t see you smiling brightly at the man.
Bucky loves Steve, but he wants nothing more than to punch him in the face for not staying away from you. Even though Bucky is fully aware you’re both adults with minds of you own, he had never imagined Steve would actually sweep you off your feet.
When Steve makes his way towards Sam and Bucky, Sam has got a cheesy smile on his face and Bucky can do nothing but glare. “Got myself a date, boys.” He smacks a hand against Bucky’s back.
“It’s like… She was run right into my arms.” He smirks before making his way towards the elevator. Sam follows behind Steve with another loud laugh.
Bucky is left standing in the lobby alone. He watches your form retreat across the street and sighs. He had made a mess of things, huh?
You can’t get the dress to zip up all the way. You’ve tried a multitude of angles, from pulling the dress up and trying to reach it over your shoulder to almost breaking your arm at an awkward angle.
You sigh in defeat as you stand in front of your mirror. You can hear Bucky in his room across the hall, music playing a little too loud and his footsteps around the room. He’s got his cleaning playlist on, it forces a small smile to appear on your face.
You suck in a deep breath. Roommates helped each other with zippers. It was normal, Bucky could help you with a zipper.
“Bucky.” You knock softly on his door. There’s no answer, he probably can’t hear anything over the music. You knock harder. “Bucky?” The music stops and you suck in a nervous breath.
His door flies open and his eyes widen when he sees you standing in the half zipped dress. His eyes narrow. “What’s up?”
Your fingers fidget in front of your stomach as you look at him nervously. “Can you… Can you help me zip the rest of the way? I just can’t get it.” You admit sheepishly.
Bucky nods. “Turn around.” He orders softly and you do as he says. His fingers find the zipper stuck halfway up your back and your breath hitches. You think you hear his do the same as he begins to pull it up slowly.
It’s a tense silence as his hands rest on your back for a second too long. When he drops them back to his side, you turn to look at him. He shuts his eyes tightly and sighs. “Listen. About what happened-“
There’s a knock at your door that makes you step away. You look at Bucky apologetically. “I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.” You take a few stumbling steps away.
You feel his eyes on you as you move through the apartment and collect your purse and jacket. When you open the door, Steve is standing there with flowers and it makes you pause.
Bucky’s bedroom door slams shut when you pull the flowers into your own hand. His music starts playing again as you get them into water. You and Steve smile awkwardly at each other.
When Steve’s hand lands on your lower back to guide you out of the building, all you can think is Bucky’s hands there earlier, warmer and somehow softer, you try to ignore how wrong it feels.
You were moving on. It would get better.
Bucky’s pathetic. That much he knows. Four drinks in and he’s missing you desperately. All he can think about is Steve’s hand on your back and how you look in that red dress.
Did you know it was Steve’s favorite color? Is that why you had worn it? He had seen the black lace of your bra underneath when zipping the dress for you, had you worn that on purpose too?
He feels like he’s hit rock bottom. Like it can’t get worse than this. His best friend on a date with his other best friend who he wasn’t talking to anymore because he wanted a friends with benefits thing.
I had other friends, he thinks. Friends who I could stand to lose. Why did I want her? Why did I do that?
Annoyingly enough, Steve’s voice is what answers him. You’re in love with her. The words make Bucky jolt up in his seat because, well, he’s never thought that before. He’s always known he loved you in a platonic sense and that he cared for you deeply, but being in love with you?
That can’t be it. Bucky didn’t really do being in love. He’s seen what that does to people. He saw what it did to his mother, heartbroken and left with two kids to raise on her own. He’s seen what heartbreak has done to Becca, who used to lock herself away in her room and spend hours crying over boys who weren’t worth it.
He snorts to himself, taking another sip of his drink. They say you can only go up from from rock bottom. Bucky thinks he’s got some kind of special ability to go lower though as he stares at his phone.
He wants to text you and beg you to come home. He calls his mom instead. “Ma?” He asks quietly when she picks the phone up. “It’s Bucky.”
“I have caller ID. I know.” She lets out a laugh. “What’s up? You sound upset, my love.” She asks gently.
“I fucked up, Ma.” Bucky admits after a moment of silence. “I…”
“What’s wrong? What happened?” She sounds panicked and Bucky immediately feels bad for worrying her.
“No I mean, like, with Y/N. I fucked up with her.” He explains. His mother inhales sharply at the sound of his best friends name.
“What happened?” She asks softly, almost knowingly.
“We… I… I’m not meant for relationships? You know? Love? It always ends bad so I told her we could just be friends with some benefits.” He feels a little embarrassed sharing this with his mother, but he doesn’t have anybody else to turn to. “And I fucked it up. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.” Bucky can admit that he blurred the lines. That he didn’t treat you like just a friend, but when had he ever? You’d always been a little closer than normal friends.
“Oh Bucky.” His mother murmurs, her tone isn’t disappointed, just sad. “I’m so sorry your father did this to you.” Bucky rubs a hand over his face. “Ma-“
“-No, Bucky. I’m sorry you didn’t get to see the value of romantic love. Of love that keeps you warm and love that makes your heart race.” She says quietly.
“It always ends in heartbreak. I don’t need it.” He says defensively. It’s silent, Bucky listens to his mom breathe before finally whispering, “What if I’m like him? What if I ruin her life?”
“Oh sweetheart, you’re nothing like him.” Her voice cracks. “You’re good. You’re a good man. You’re empathetic. You care deeply. You don’t have to be afraid of ending up like him, you’ve already proven you won’t.”
“Doesn’t feel like that.” Bucky lets out a short laugh. “Feels like I already am.”
“James Buchanan Barnes. I am not going to sit here and listen to you talk about yourself like this. You’re not like him because you see what you’ve done wrong. Because you feel remorse.” She says heatedly. “Your father never felt bad for what he did or who he hurt, that’s what makes you different. That’s what makes you better.”
Bucky wipes hastily at the tears that he hadn’t realized were falling down his cheeks until now. Has he always been this much of a light weight? Full of emotion and regrets that are only amplified by his drunkenness.
“I love that girl like she’s my own.” His mother’s voice brings him back. “So, what are you gonna do to fix this? I already bought her Christmas present.”
Bucky laughs. His chest feels a little lighter. “Leave her alone.” He answers genuinely. He can almost see his mother’s mouth open in protest. “She’s on a date with Steve. I can’t ruin that for either of them.”
There’s a sigh on the other end of the line. “You’re a good man, Bucky. Every good man makes mistakes. It’ll all work out.” She says vehemently.
“I love you, ma. Thank you.” Bucky looks at the bottle in front of him. “I love you too. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” She asks gently. “Okay.” He nods as she hangs up.
Her words help, but he’s still filled with guilt as he thinks of you. He had never wanted things to become this messed up with you. The last thing he wanted was for you to hate him.
Then why’d you do it? Bucky pulls at his hair. Since when was his subconscious so annoying? Was it the drinks? It’s your voice next. I mean nothing to you?
“No. Shut up.” Bucky says to himself before standing up, his knee knocking against the coffee table painfully. He groans, but doesn’t stop moving. He feels like he’s going to be sick. He is going to be sick, he realizes as he forces the bathroom door open.
He throws up. He’s not sure if it’s from the drinks or this overwhelming feeling of pure angst in his chest. A feeling that makes his lungs constrict and his heart ache.
He briefly wonders if this is heartbreak. And if it was, did that mean Steve was right? Bucky loved you?
He makes it back to the couch and starts a random movie in an attempt to stay up and wait for you. To talk or something. He was so, so sick of not talking to you.
But he falls asleep less than fifteen minutes later and he doesn’t hear you step into the apartment.
“I had a really nice time tonight.” You say quietly. It’s almost midnight and you’re sure your neighbors wouldn’t appreciate you waking them up. “Thank you for taking me out.”
Steve stuffs his hands into his jacket pocket and gives you a grin. “Thanks for letting me take you out.”The two of you look at each other before breaking eye contact with awkward laughs. “We should do this again.”
You nod. “We should!” You lean up and press a kiss to his cheek before turning towards your door. “I’ll see you later, Steve.” You say softly before pushing the door open.
Steve gives you a short wave with a happy smile. “See you.” He begins to back away, down the hallway. “I’ll just.” He jabs a thumb over his shoulder before spinning around to walk straight.
You laugh silently to yourself as you finally step into your apartment and shut the door behind you. With your eyes shut tightly, you lean your back against the door and let out a sigh.
Your silence is disturbed by a groan and your eyes shoot open. Bucky’s laying on the couch, one arm hanging off and a bottle of whiskey sitting almost completely empty in front of him.
“Oh, Bucky.” You let out a sad sigh as you drop your purse and keys on the entryway table. His eyes are squeezed shut, you can tell he’s in a deep sleep.
When you stand in front of him, you push the stray hairs that are stuck to his sweaty forehead back. He’s flushed and you don’t know exactly how much he’s had to drink, but he was definitely drunk. You allow your nails to trace over his cheekbones and jawline in admiration.
You move away, suddenly aware of what you’re actually doing. You move quickly, picking up the empty glass and whiskey bottle and moving towards the kitchen. You leave the glass in the sink and stuff the bottle back into your drinks cabinet.
You think of just going back to your room, but you know you can’t leave Bucky shivering on the couch. You grab a clean glass and fill it with water before placing it on the coffee table in front of you. You pull out your travel Advil from your purse and sit it next to glass. His favorite blanket is draped over the back your lounge chair. You pull it off and drape it over him gently. Bucky snuffles then turns so his face is pressed into the couch.
You look down at Bucky again before leaving him in the room.
It’s like there’s a shift between you and Bucky after your date with Steve. You’re kinder and you seem to be more open with him again, while all Bucky wants to do is hide away in his room.
Every time you sit across from him in the living room or join him for dinner, he feels panic rise in him like vile and he ends up sitting tensely beside you.
Because you’re figuring your shit out. You want to be friends with Bucky again while Steve takes you out every weekend. It’s perfect. Going swimmingly, really.
Except, Bucky is falling apart. Every time you go out with Steve he makes himself sick thinking about what you’re doing. He’s stuck in this constant cycle of why does it hurt so much and you love her you love her you love her.
He just wants to scream so what? Even if he did love you, what did it matter? It’s not like it would change anything. You had never told him you loved him, you had only been angry because he had given you mixed signals. Now, you had moved on to someone easy, someone without commitment fears and who didn’t give you mixed signals.
So, even if he did love you, why would he say anything. Why would he ruin something good for you? He wanted to prove his mother right. He was better than his father, and he wouldn’t ruin something good for you. Not when he was the one who had driven you away. Sick sense of irony, the way this worked out.
You’re trying. You can tell Bucky is too. As you come further out of your shell again, he sticks to staunch boundaries and has ceased all of his old affectionate gestures. You know it makes sense and it’s for the best. Even if it does nothing but remind you of what you had grown used to with him before all this.
Besides, you couldn’t blame Bucky for not feeling the same way you did. Not when you had agreed to just benefits and not when you had never told him the truth.
And Steve was sweet. Steve was gentle and kind and kissed you like you mattered. He held your hand in public and introduced you as his date when you ran into people he knew.
He was good. You cared for him, a lot, and you were desperate for it to work out. For it to work out with Steve and for it to work out with Bucky.
That’s how this night started. These thoughts and a plan. A stupid fucking plan for moving on. Drinks with everyone. Wanda, Vision, Sam, Steve… Bucky.
Bucky who was talking to a redhead at the bar. Bucky who you couldn’t stop staring at as he smiled and charmed her. Your fist tightened around your glass as you watch her nails inch towards his hand.
“Another round of drinks?” Sam’s voice pulls you from your stare. You shake your head to yourself and glance around table. Everybody’s glasses are empty except yours. “I’ll go!” You offer as you drain the last of your drink quickly.
You stand up before anybody at the table can question it. “I can help you.” Steve goes to stand, but you place a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Bucky’s up there. I’m sure he’ll help!” You give him a big smile, one that he answers with furrowed eyebrows. You don’t think much of it as you spin on your heel and make a beeline for the bar.
You don’t see the look Wanda shoots you or the glance Sam and Steve share. You stop right behind Bucky and lean on the counter as you order then you tap him on his shoulder.
He spins quickly. “What’s up? Everyone okay?” He asks, his eyes shifting between you and the table of your friends.
“Yeah!” You give him a small smile. “I was sent for drinks and I didn’t realize how many there were. Think you could help?”
He glances between you and the redhead, who’s giving you a kind smile as she waits. You smile in return before looking up at Bucky again. “Please?” You tack on with a pout.
Bucky laughs. “Yeah. Whatever.” He looks down at the woman again. “You wanna join us? Promise everyone is super cool.”
Your eyes widen as the drinks are placed in front of you. She wasn’t supposed to come. This was supposed to… You pause.
This was supposed to get him away from her. Back to your side.
“Yeah!” You give her a fake smile. “You should join us, we could always use more girls.” You chuckle as you lift three glasses.
Bucky grabs the other three before looking at the woman in question. She shrugs before grabbing her own glass to follow after you two.
You hand out the glasses before taking your seat beside Steve again. He arm comes up to rest behind your chair and you can’t shake the urge to push it off.
“Guys, this is Natasha.” Bucky gestures to the woman besides him before pulling a chair out for her. “Natasha. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Sam.” He points everyone out before finishing off with you. She smiles politely at all of you. You grind your teeth as he sits beside her.
The group seems to take a liking to her right away. She laughs at Sam’s jokes and compliments Wanda’s engagement ring. You’re burning with jealously as Bucky flirts in front of all of you.
It’s wholly irrational, a sober you would know that this jealously doesn’t really make sense. Three mixed drinks in though and it feels like Bucky is doing this to hurt you.
It feels like he’s showing you what he could never do with you. He never flirted with you in front of your friends or allowed his hand to inch towards yours on the table in front of them.
Bucky was secretly affectionate with you. It was tangled feet on Sunday mornings and cuddling Saturday nights. Sex in the middle of night and… heartbreak the next morning.
So his drifting hand and charming smile directed towards Natasha is suffocating you with insecurity. What did she have?
“I’m going home.” You stand abruptly when Bucky leans towards her with a laugh. Your shaky on your feet and Steve reaches a hand out to stabilize you. Everyone looks at you with confusion. “I… I don’t feel good.”
“I’ll walk you home.” Steve stands immediately.
You shake your head. “No!” When he freezes and looks at you with hurt eyes you smile tightly. “I mean, I’m going to take a Lyft. You stay here, have fun.”
“At least let me wait with you. So you’re not in the cold alone.” He insists and you nod slowly.
You really want to be alone, to wallow in this feeling, but Steve was nice and of course he wouldn’t let you go alone.
You watch Bucky for a moment, like you expect him to say something, to offer to come with you. Like he always did, but his attention shifts back to Natasha as Steve’s arm wraps around your waist.
It’s silent as he guides you out of the bar and tense as you order the Lyft. “Fifteen minutes.” You say softly.
Steve nods and looks around the almost empty street. You open your mouth to break the awkward silence, but he beats you to it.
“What happened between you and Bucky?” He asks quietly, his hands stuffed into his jacket pocket, and his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip.
You swallow thickly. “He didn’t tell you?” You ask instead of answering the question.
“He told me you guys had a friends with benefits thing going on. Then he told me you didn’t.” He doesn’t look angry, just sad as he stares down at you. “You know Bucky, he doesn’t share a lot.”
You look down at the sidewalk, your heel scuffing against it nervously. “I don’t know. I read things wrong, I guess. I… I thought we had a chance?” Your tone is questioning and you let out a laugh in a self-deprecating manner.
“You still love him?” You eyes shoot up to meet Steve’s. You open your mouth to say something, anything, to turn this conversation around but the door opening takes your attention off of the conversation.
It’s Bucky and Natasha, laughing softly with one another. You turn away quickly and feel the vomit rise in your throat. “I’m gonna be sick.” You murmur before throwing up all over Steve’s shoes. He grimaces and takes a step back as the couple turns around at the sound of you.
Bucky calls out your name. You can’t look up, instead you drop to the ground and sit on the sidewalk ledge.“Are you okay?” Bucky kneels down beside you as you cough.
“I’m fine. You can go. Go.” You urge, unable to look up at him. Bucky doesn’t budge though, his hand coming up to push back the hairs stuck to your forehead. “Bucky. Please.” You groan.
“I’ll walk her home.” Bucky says to Steve, ignoring your pleas. “The air will do her some good and the car moving will only make her feel worse.”
Steve looks between you two hesitantly. “I don’t know, I can take her.” You still feel nauseous, especially at the idea of Steve who you’re pretty sure just broke up with you wanting to keep you away from Bucky for your comfort.
When you look up, Natasha is standing behind Bucky with worried eyes. You feel tears gather in the corner of your eyes as they move to Bucky. He smiles gently, his hand still resting against your cheek. “Let me walk you home, sweets.”
The nickname makes your heart soar. Months of nothing but your first name and you feel like you’re floating at the sound of it. “Okay.” You nod, your hand coming up to rest on his. “Okay.” You pull out your phone to cancel the Lyft.
He helps you stand. “I’ll see you.” He says apologetically to Natasha. She doesn’t look upset, in fact she smiles at him like she knows something you two don’t. “I’ll let you know when we get home.” He says to Steve, who nods before following Natasha inside.
You feel flushed and hot all over. A horrible mixture of drinks, jealously and nausea settling in your stomach. It makes you horribly dizzy and you’re forced to lean against Bucky heavily for support.
“One step at a time, sweets.” Bucky says softly, his metal arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
“Almost there.” Bucky exhales a deep breath as he all but carries you towards the couch. He’d given up on getting you down the hall, you had pretty much become dead weight and getting you down the hall to the apartment had taken a lot out of Bucky. “Few more steps, sweets.”
Bucky’s cheeks are red and his entire body is warm. It’s been so long since he’s been this close to you and he can’t help but feel his heart grow as you latch onto him.
“Easy. Easy.” He murmurs as he sits you down gently on the couch. You mumble incoherently as you head lands on the back of the couch.
He pulls away from you and pulls his phone out. Sorry to leave you, maybe we can catch up another time?
Maybe. As friends, of course.
Bucky glances at you before looking back down at his phone, he begins to type but another message pops up quickly.
I saw the way you looked at her, I don’t think you’re looking for a girlfriend! It’s okay :)
Bucky leaves the phone sitting on the coffee table as he focuses his attention back on you. You open your eyes and look at him sadly. “What’s wrong with me?” You ask quietly.
“Nothing.” Bucky responds immediately, his hand reaching out for your cheek. The moan of relief you let out at the coolness of his metal appendage goes straight through Bucky. “Nothing is wrong with you.” He forces his voice to stay steady.
He takes a seat next to you on the couch and drops his hand back to his lap. While you stare at the carpeted floor, Bucky’s eyes trail over you. He takes in the skin tight pants and soft sweater. The way your legs look makes him swallow thickly. You were beautiful and Bucky loved you.
The thought makes him pause, but it doesn’t scare him nearly as much as he thought it would. He did. He loved you. He knew looking at you now that the months of questioning it and then trying to make himself believe it was just as a friend as you dated Steve, was all in vain. He loved you. Maybe he had loved this whole time.
You look up at him suddenly, like you can hear his thoughts, and Bucky is frozen in his spot. You move towards him slowly and he can’t do anything but watch.
You crawl into his lap and Bucky’s hands immediately rest on your waist to hold you steady. “What… What’re doing?” He can’t hide the shock in his tone. He has to hold back a moan as your hands come up to run through his hair. You left yanks gently at the hair on the back of his head to force him to look up at you and Bucky is unable to stop the moan from slipping out then.
You smile down at him cheekily. “Want you to fuck me.” Your already slurred words are murmured, so Bucky almost doesn’t understand you. “It’s been so long, Buck.” You grind down and he chokes on his own spit, not expecting his night to end like this.
“You gotta stop, sweets.” His grip on you waist tightens in an attempt to halt your movements. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.” He says, looking back up at you.
Your hands rest on his shoulders and you shake your head. “I know I hated seeing you with her. I hate not having you. Please, I miss you.” You whisper pleadingly.
The words pain Bucky. “I miss you too, but you don’t want this.” He gently pushes you off of his lap and back onto the couch cushions beside him.
Your head falls to your hands while your elbows rest against your legs. “Why don’t you want me?” You look back up at him with wet eyes. Bucky freezes. Is that what you thought? That he didn’t want you?
“Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want you.” He admits, reaching out to pull your hands away from your face completely. You shake your head and pull yourself away from him.
“If you wanted me you wouldn’t have flirted with her all night. In front of me. In front of our friends.” Bucky looks at you with wide eyes. How could you be upset with him over that when you had gone with Steve? When you had been dating Steve?
“You’re with Steve.” He reminds you. “Am I supposed to not flirt with other people? You told me we were just roommates. We’re barely even friends!” He exclaims.
“No! I told you that because you hurt me.” You wipe tears off of your cheeks. “You… You made me feel like I was something to you then told me I was just a fuck. I was hurt.” You explain. “God, you- I loved you so much and you just - just-“
“You love me?” Bucky cuts you off. He knows you’re drunk, but the words make his heart race. He feels his eyes soften as he stares at your form.
The tears gathered in your eyes begin to fall down your cheeks as you shake your head hastily. “Loved you. I loved you. But you didn’t love me, so I moved on.”
Bucky didn’t know it was possible to physically feel your heart break, but here he was, his heart cracking painfully as you look away from him.
“I’m so tired.” You whisper. “Why could you flirt with her in front of all our friends? Why… Why was I a dirty secret?”
Bucky doesn’t know what to say to you. Doesn’t know how to explain to you that he wasn’t afraid of losing her the way he was you. He didn’t know her at all, he certainly didn’t know her the way he knew you.
“We should get you to bed.” Bucky stands abruptly. His hands come down to hold your arms gently as he helps you stand. “We can talk in the morning.”
You allow him to pull you up, it looks like you’ve given up on furthering the conversation. Bucky picks you up bridal style to carry you down the hall.
Your arms rest loosely around his neck. “Steve broke up with me.” You say as Bucky drops you onto your mattress. “He knows about us. He doesn’t want someone who… who…” You trail off before falling into a fit coughs.
“We’ll talk in the morning.” Bucky says softly, his fingers trailing over your cheeks. “I promise, sweetheart.” You already have a water bottle on your nightstand, so Bucky searches your vanity for Advil.
He leaves two pills beside the bottle. You’re already dozing off, your eyes fluttering shut, so Bucky leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. When he goes to pull back, your hand shoots out and wraps around his wrist. “Stay. Please.” You whisper.
Bucky hesitates for a second before nodding and sitting beside you on the bed as he pulls his shoes off. His heart races as he moves to lay beside you and he feels flushed as you curl into his side.
He allows himself to relax with you in his arms. It had been so long since you’ve been beside him like this and Bucky lets himself feel love as you do.
Is this what he had been afraid of the entire time?
You wake up hot, nauseous and with a pounding headache.
And something wrapped tightly around you. When you open your eyes fully, the first thing you see is a metal arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You groan when your eyes trail up and the sunlight streaming in from your window hits you.
A deeper groan is returned and it makes you freeze. You rack your brain for what happened last night, but all you could remember was getting sick outside the bar and Bucky taking you home. Had you said something? Had he?
You turn over in his arms and look up at him. His eyes are still closed and he’s letting out steady, soft breaths.
“Bucky.” You whisper, your hand coming up to rest against his chest. “Bucky, wake up.” You say a little louder.
His eyes snap open and immediately he pulls away from you. “Shit. Sorry. I’m sorry. You… You…” He sots up and rubs a hand over his face.
“I don’t… What happened? I just remember you walking me home.” You sit up slowly. You’re still wearing your leggings and the sweater from last night. You groan. “I’m sorry I took you away from…” He shakes his head.
“It’s okay. I offered. You asked me to stay when I got you into bed, I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable.” His apology is sincere and you suck in a deep breath.
“It’s okay. I don’t… You know I don’t mind falling asleep with you.” Neither of you move or say anything, just sit on opposite sides of your bed in awkward silence. “I-“
“I love you.” Bucky blurts effectively cutting you off. Your eyes widen and your pulse quickens as you stare at him. You had not been expecting that. “And… I’m sorry it took all of this. Not being friends, Steve, drinks, for me to realize, but I do. I think I’ve always loved you, I just… I didn’t know it.”
You shake your head as you try to process what he’s saying. “I don’t… I don’t understand. Where is this coming from?”
“I… Seeing you with Steve. I didn’t… It killed me inside.” Bucky admits.
“And you think that means you love me?” You spit out. “You said it yourself, Bucky Barnes doesn’t do relationships.” You shake your head. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have my attention anymore.”
“That’s not true.” Bucky says adamantly. He turns his body on the bed so it’s facing you. “It made me realize I love you. It made me realize my favorite time of the day is when I get to spend time with you. That our Sundays spent reading and Saturdays watching Law and Order were always better than bars or parties because I was with you. I… I want to do the relationship things with you. Holding hands, just sleeping together. Telling people you’re my girlfriend.”
You stare at him tearfully. “How do you know it’s love? That you didn’t just miss me?”
“I know what it’s like to miss you. This feeling? This warmth in my chest when you’re around and the ache there when you’re gone? That’s not missing you. I...” He pauses. “I love you. And It’s okay if you don’t feel the same anymore-“
“-Anymore?” You question. Your eyes squeeze shut as you headache gets worse. “Bucky, what-“
“You told me you loved me last night. You were drunk, I know, but-“
“Fuck.” You laugh to yourself as you take in everything he has said. Pieces of last night come flashing back to your mind. Crawling into Bucky’s lap, crying, admitting you had loved him. “Oh God.” You groan, rubbing your hands over your face.
“Bucky you don’t have to-“ You shake your head. “You don’t have to try and make this something it isn’t because you feel bad.”
“I’m not.” Bucky reaches a hand out to rest on your back. “What can I do to make you believe me?”
You look over at him. “Prove it.”
Steve meets him for coffee later that morning. You’re out with Wanda for Sunday brunch and Bucky is on his final stop of his apology tour.
“Hey.” Steve looks up from his phone and smiles at Bucky. “Can I sit?” Bucky motions to the chair across from him and Steve nods.
Steve pushes a black coffee over to Bucky, whose nose scrunches up at the scent. Fair, Bucky thinks. “What’s up?” Steve asks quietly. “You missed our run this morning.”
Bucky looks down at the table. “I had some stuff to deal with. You know with-“ Bucky cuts himself when Steve nods. “Listen, I wanted to say I’m sorry. Shit was never supposed to get this messed up.”
Steve shrugs. “You tell her?” He gives Bucky a knowing smile. “That you love her?”
Bucky gives him a small smile in return. “I did. Yeah.” He taps his fingers against the table. “She’s got some, uh, trust issues with me. But it makes sense. We’re gonna take it slow.”
“I’m happy for you, Buck.” Steve admits after taking a sip of his drink. “I was never mad or angry with you. I always knew she still cared for you and I think I always knew it would never be anything serious.”
Bucky nods. “Thanks, Steve.” He looks down at his coffee with an appreciative smile.
“Besides,” Steve smirks, “Natasha is super cool. We exchanged numbers last night after she asked about what was going on between you two.”
Bucky invites you to spend Christmas with his family. You don’t even have to think about it before you say yes. Christmases with his family were always full of warmth and love; You absolutely loved it.
You’re more excited to be here this year too, to celebrate with him in this way. As his girlfriend, you had heard him tell Rebecca over the phone when informing her of his plans to drive up to see them Christmas Eve.
You had the perfect gift for him too, well, you have a few gifts for him. Most of them could wait for Christmas with his mom and sister, but there were two you were just desperate to see his reaction to.
That’s why you slip out of his room in the early hours of the morning when the sky is still dark and everybody is asleep.
That’s how Bucky wakes up, a small, wrapped box sitting on the nightstand and you nowhere to be found. Bucky eyes the box warily before looking around the rest of his bedroom. Your suitcase is unzipped and he can tell it’s be riffled through before being shoved back into the corner os his room.
His door is pushed open quietly. “Why are you up?” His voice makes you jump and spin so your back slams against the door. Bucky has to bite back a laugh as you take a couple deep, calming breaths.
“I...I was going to wake you up.” You tip toe across the room and crawl into bed beside Bucky. You suck in a deep, nervous breath. While you and Bucky had been dating for the past few weeks, you had also been taking it slow. “For gifts.”
Bucky’s eyebrows furrow as he sits up a little straighter in bed. “Gifts? It’s five in the morning, I promise Becca and my mom are in such deep sleep we couldn’t wake them if we tried.”
Kind of what I’m banking on, you think. “No. I mean.. Our gifts, for each other.” You explain in a soft voice, before reaching over to pick up the small box you had left sitting on the nightstand. “I didn’t want to give you this in front of your family and I don’t think I can wait.” You admit a little sheepishly.
Bucky looks down at the box with a soft smile. “Just let me get one of your gifts.” He sits it down on the comforter before crawling out of the bed and moving to his suitcase. He picks up a small box, wrapped in the same gift paper his is because he had stolen your roll, and smiles up at you.
He hands it over and the two of you just stare at each other with bright, happy smiles before tearing into the wrapping paper at the same time. Your mouth drops open in shock when you open the box.
A bracelet is staring back at you. A silver band filled with charms that make you smile as you run your fingertips over each one. Your alma mater’s mascot. The Brooklyn Bridge. A bottle of wine. “Buck...” You trail off in awe. “This is beautiful.”
“Sweets.” He says the nickname gently and you look up to watch him pull the watch out of the box with a small smile. “This is...” He flips it over in his hand and his eyes widen when he notices the engraving on the back.
the best lovers start as friends.
“I love you.” He runs a finger of the engraved metal as you whisper softly, “I... I’ve loved you for so long, Buck, and having your love in return is unlike anything I could have imagined.”
Bucky drops the watch on the bed between you as he reaches across to pull you into a bruising kiss. You drop your own gift onto the bed and reach up to rest a hand on his chest.
“I love you.” Bucky pulls away to whisper the words. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” He punctuates each sentence with a kiss to your skin. You giggle softly as he moves towards you and his hand settles on your waist.
“I have something else for you.” You pull away to remove the bracelet and watch from the bed. Bucky watches as you move so you’re on your knees with intrigued eyes. You smile coyly as you move to pull his shirt over your head.
Bucky lets out a low moan as his eyes trail over your body, covered in dark green lace. “What’s this?” His fingers come up to trace over the lace and leave goosebumps in their wake.
“Your second gift.” You murmur breathlessly as he fingers drift lower and lower. Bucky smirks as he leans towards you and presses a kiss to your neck, then across your collar bone until he’s trailing kisses down the valley of your breasts.
He pulls away after a moment and looks up at you questioningly. “Are you sure?”
You smile down at him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have dropped this much money on lingerie if I wasn’t sure.” His arms wrap tightly around your waist as he pulls your body flush against his.
“What did I do to deserve a gift like this?” He looks up at you with a bright smile. You run a hand through his hair. “Love me.” You answer genuinely. Red dusts Bucky’s cheeks at your words as you lean in to kiss him.
You shift so you’re straddling Bucky’s lap. “Gonna fuck me?” You murmur in question against his lips. Bucky moans against you and his hips buck up involuntarily. His hand drops from your waist to your thigh and he trails his fingertips up.
“You look so pretty, sweets.” He smirks up at you as his hand pushes the lace aside. He runs the tip of his index finger over your wet folds and you push down already wanting more from him. “Patience, sweetheart. Let me take you in. I wanna enjoy my gift.”
You moan as he begins to rub slowly against your clit. “Want you to ride my thigh first, sweets.” Bucky shifts you so your legs are straddled over his left thigh.
You moan as your clit rubs against his thigh. You pull at the waist band and his sweatpants and he helps you pull them off of his legs before situating your body back over him. “Fuck.” You let out a deep sigh as his hands land on your hips.
His eyes are dark and pupils blown as he stares at you above him. Bucky’s already hard, you can see his dick straining against his briefs. He doesn’t do more than lightly guide you by the hands on your hips, but his eyes watching you intently as you moan is enough to make your stomach twist in pleasure.
“Fuck, James.” He groans as his first name tumbles out of your mouth in a breathy moan. “You look so pretty on my thigh, sweetheart. I love watching you.”
He leans forward then, to press kisses across your breasts as you move back and forth against him. “Feels so good.” One of your hands twists in his hair and Bucky moans against your skin.
You move faster against him as you feel yourself get wetter. You moan his name like a mantra as Bucky’s hands grip you tighter and tighter.
Bucky’s hands force you to a stop. You whine at the lost of pleasure, but it’s not long before Bucky has you flipped so you’re laying on your back beneath him.
“Gonna fuck you, is that okay sweets?” He leans back to pull his shirt off and you nod hastily as your hands come up to pull at his briefs. It’s not long before you’re bare underneath him, the lace garments discarded to the floor of his bedroom.
“Gotta be quiet.” He runs his tip over you folds in a teasing manner that almost makes you moan out. Instinctively, your hips buck up with a quiet whine. His hand comes up to cover your mouth. “Don’t want Becca to hear. She’s just down the hall, sweets.”
It’s a warning and it makes heat spread through you. You’re not sure if it’s the idea that you could get caught in his childhood bedroom or the way Bucky’s voice deepens, but it makes you tired of waiting. “Please.” Your beg is muffled by his hand, but he hears it. He doesn’t wait any longer, he pushes himself all the way in and you both let out relieved moans at the feeling. “Fuck. Fuck. You always feel so good, baby.”
Your back arches into his body as he begins fucking you at a slow pace. When he seems satisfied that you won’t make too much noise, his hand moves from your mouth he rests his forearm on the pillow beside your head. “James.” It’s a whispered moan that makes his hips stutter. “Faster. Please. I’ll be quiet.” You promise, your legs wrapping around him. Bucky leans down to press a bruising kiss to your lips as he fucks into you faster. You moan into his mouth as pleasure rushes through you.
There’s something extremely intimate about the way he fucks into you, one hand holding onto your hip and another resting beside your head. It’s love, you realize when he pulls back to look at you with soft eyes. It does something to you, makes want rush through your veins and pulls the air from your lungs. “I love you.” You whisper into the space between you two, Bucky still pushing in and out of you.
“I love you.” His eyes slide shut and his head falls to nuzzle into your neck. “You look at me like that again I’m not gonna last, sweets.” He press a gentle kiss to your neck before beginning to suck harshly. You’re sure there will be a mark there tomorrow that you’ll never live down, but you can’t bring yourself to care when his tongue runs over the mark and your stomach clenches in excitement.
“Fuck. I’m so close, Bucky, please. I- I need-“ His hand is reaching between your bodies before you can spit the sentence out. His finger rubs against your clit as he quickens his pace. “Yes. Yes.” You moan, and you can immediately tell it’s too loud when Bucky freezes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You mutter, so close and desperate for him to resume his pace.
“I know, I’m close too, but we can’t wake the house up.” You throw your head back and bite down hard enough to draw blood when he resumes his movements. He’s rubbing at your already sensitive clit and fucking you quickly, it’s all too much as your stomach tightens in pleasure. “Yeah. I can feel you, baby. Come for me, please. I need to feel you.” His tone is deep and possessive in your ear.
When he slams into you hard, your orgasm washes over you. Your mouth opens in a moan that Bucky catches with a messy kiss. You can feel his hips stutter against you as he reaches his own high and releases into you.
The two of you stay like that for a moment, just breathing with each other. “Merry Christmas.” You laugh softly as Bucky pulls out and moves to grab a towel from his desk chair.
Bucky smiles as he comes to lay beside you again and wipes gently at your thighs. He pulls the comforter up so it’s wrapped around both of you again and pulls you so your head rests against his chest. “Merry Christmas.” He whispers in return.
You glance out the window and find that it’s snowing again. You’ll probably be snowed in for the next few days, but you don’t really mind, not with Bucky here and in your arms the way you’ve always wanted.
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The Three Times They Think She’s Pregnant (and the one time she is)
The three times the avengers think she’s pregnant and the one time she is
BUCKY BARNES X READER
Hehe I really liked this one, an AU where everybody is a live, DAD!BUCKY Universe :)
TW: Alcohol consumption, reader gets a negative test
Father To Be
“You’re late,” Steve said the moment Bucky stepped into the gym. Bucky looked exhausted, he rubbed at his eyes and pushed his hair out of his face as he walked over to her. “Everything okay, Buck?” He asked, hand on his shoulder.
Bucky blinked slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, Y/N just woke up feeling a little sick, that’s all.” Everybody in the Gym stopped what they were doing to look at him. “I wanted to get her comfy and back into bed before I came here.”
“She’s sick?” Asked Natasha, stepping closer. “Like, throwing up?”
Bucky tied his dark hair in a bun. “Yeah, second morning in a row.”
Tony moved towards him next. He wasn’t in the gym to work out, had his tools beside him to supe up a wicked cook speaker system. “Have you thought about a pregnancy test?”
Bucky chuckled dryly. It was a sick joke to make, suggesting that Y/N was pregnant. Yeah, Bucky was desperate to be a father, but he wasn't even sure if it was possible with the serum in his veins. That, and Bucky was a monster, he didn't know he could bring a child into the world that had fucked him up so badly.
Bucky set about training harder than he ever had before. He punched the punching bags until they split and took Sam running afterwards. Bucky ran until his legs gave out. And then he kept walking until he made it to a drugstore.
Midday the drugstore was empty. Either everybody was at work or this was a really terrible drugstore.
When Bucky found the pregnancy tests, he considered calling Y/N. But she was sick, he assured himself. She was sick and needed all the rest she could get. Bucky pulled two boxes from the shelf, paid for them and went on his way back to the compound.
He woke her up with gentle touches and soft kisses. Y/N was feeling significantly better, wrapped her arms around him and held him close. "I missed you today, Buck," she whispered and kissed his cheek.
"Babycakes," he whispered, hand coming to rest on her stomach. "Tony said something to me today so I went to the drugstore an'... and I got you something." He placed the boxes on her bedside table.
Y/N picked one of them up. "Buck," she whispered, holding onto his arm. "You don't think..."
"It's a possibility sweet angel. I don't wanna get my hopes up but-"
"But now you can't stop thinking about it."
He smiled a small smiled and took her hand as she climbed out of the bed, the pregnancy tests in her hands. "I'll take two, bubbles. I don't want you to be disappointed."
He kissed her forehead and held her hand as she walked towards the bathroom. "As long as you never stop loving me, I'll never be disappointed."
He stayed with her as she peed on the stick. Bucky held her as they waited for the results. And, when they got the results (negative), she did another just to be sure. Y/N wasn't smiling as she and Bucky waited again, head against her shoulder. Bucky remained stoic as he rocked her gently.
When the timer on her phone went, Y/N stood up and looked at the test on the counter. "Negative," she sighed and threw herself forward, into Bucky's arms. "After this morning I was starting to hope."
"I know, sweetness. I know." They hadn't even been trying for a baby, but now Bucky couldn't get the thought out of his head. He wanted to have a child with this woman, that much he was sure of.
It wasn't often that the Avengers went out for drinks. If they wanted to party, they were going to do it in the Compound. Especially since Steve Rogers was dead to the wold and Sam Wilson had taken over as Captain America.
But it was Peters twenty first birthday and they wanted it to be special. The Avengers all took him to a bar to get drunk safely with them.
Nat bought the first round. He bought for everybody but Y/N, who opted for water instead.
And then on the second round (Steve's turn to buy) she got a sprite. The rest of the Avengers looked at each other and then looked at Bucky. He only shook his head and placed his hand on Y/N's thigh. (It took a lot for Bucky to get drink, he wasn't even sure he could anymore, being a super soldier at all. But he was at least a little bit tipsy, Y/N could tell that much by the way he was holding onto her).
When Y/N went up to get the third round, Bucky refused to let her go. She kissed his cheek, wiggled out of his grip and went out to the bar. Nat went with her.
She asked the bartender to water down one of the shots for Peter and got herself another sprite. "So," Nat started as the bartender made the drinks. "Why aren't you drinking tonight?"
Y/N pulled her keys from her pocket and give her a grim smile. "I'm driving the birthday boy home tonight."
“What, pregnant?” She asked and a pang of sadness shot through her. It had been a month since she and Bucky started trying for a baby. She took regular pregnancy tests and looked at several fertility blogs. Nothing yet, she hadn’t even been sick.
Nat saw the change in her face. She dropped the subject and helped her carry the drinks over to the table. So Y/N wasn’t pregnant. It wasn’t that big of a deal, so why did Natasha feel so disappointed. Truthfully, she was looking forward to being an aunt. Looking forward to babysitting, letting her unofficial niece or nephew stay up late and watch movies, getting takeout with the little one and hearing all of the school gossip.
By the end of the night Bucky was getting rather handsy. He was all over her, kissing her cheeks and her neck, fingers resting just under the hem of her shirt. Hickeys were on her neck when she pulled Peter out of his seat to drive him back home. She didn’t take him to his apartment, instead took him back to May’s place, where she knew there would be someone to look after him.
“Baby peach,” Bucky whined as she helped Peter out of the bar. “Don’t leave me here with these guys, please!” Her pulled her back into him and pressed his forehead to his shoulder. “No Peachy pie.”
Y/N kissed him and softly pushed him away. “I’ll see you back at the compound really soon, Baby buck,” she said and kissed him one last time before walking away with Peters arm over her shoulder.
Y/N was wearing loose fitting clothes. Shirts that clearly didn’t belong to her and leggings. Nothing tight fitting, nothing that showed off her figure. The rest of the Avengers had their suspicions, but they didn’t bring it up, especially not to Bucky.
The doors to their room weren’t exactly soundproof. They could hear what was going on, hear the bed hitting the wall each night, hear the cries and moans and whines. It didn’t exactly make for easy sleeping.
What made matters worse was when they were all watching a movie, something they didn’t often get to do all together. Someone was either on a mission or they were living locally but not in the tower. Y/N and Bucky had selfishly stretched themselves out across the sofa. His hand was moving across the ring on her finger, head on her stomach, occasionally kissing it.
Tony was at his wits end. “Okay,” he called, pausing the movie. There was an uproar of protests, but he quickly silenced them, turning his attention to Bucky and Y/N “Are you pregnant?” He asked, one of his eyebrows flipping up. “Are you having a baby or are the both of you messing with us?”
Y/N looked at each of the Avengers. “Okay,” she said, tapping Bucky’s shoulder so he’d let her sit up. “We’re not expecting a baby, but we are trying for one. Bucky and I are trying to start a family,” she confessed, unable to hide her grin.
There was another uproar, but this one was filled with joy. “We’re gonna have a baby!” Tony shouted, pulling Y/N up to jump up and down with him. “Let’s get you drunk while we still can.”
But Bucky placed his hand on Y/N’s hip. “Actually, we should probably go,” he said, standing up and pulling her into him. “Should probably go and make a baby,” he said, smiling wide as he rested his head on her shoulder.
The other Avengers groaned, but they were happy for them.
The test was positive. It was actually positive! For the first time in a month, they had a chance at success. That morning Y/N noticed how utterly late her period was, hadn’t come at all in fact.
But the first positive wasn’t a guarantee, she knew this. Bucky was still asleep, she let him rest for a little while longer. Keeping quiet, holding back tears. When the second test came back positive, she screamed, waking up Bucky and Sam (who had spent the night in the room next door instead of going back to his place).
Bucky was instantly awake, gun in his hand as he burst his way into the bathroom. Y/N was crying, full on sobbing as she clutched the two positive tests. “Angel face, are you okay?” He asked quickly, checking for any bad guys hiding behind the shower curtain.
Y/N grabbed her husband and wiped away her tears. She said nothing, just showed him the positive tests. Bucky couldn’t find it in himself to react. His hands came up slowly to take the test from her. “Is this what I think it is?” He asked slowly, carefully.
“Bucky boo, we’re having a baby.”
“We’re having a baby? We’re really having a baby?”
“We’re having a baby!”
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☁️ maybe some of your favorite fics your mutuals have written
congrats on 2k btw 🤍
just a heads up that this is a long list lol, and thank you 💕
**majority of these blogs & their works are eighteen plus and over, please abide by their rules
devil’s mark | bucky barnes x fem!reader
don’t you worry (your pretty little head) | bucky barnes x fem!reader
deserve better | bucky barnes x fem!reader
no vacancies | steve rogers x fem!reader
come and sit in my shade | sam wilson x fem!reader
extra syrup | bucky barnes x reader
(un)cool | bucky barnes x fem!reader
don’t look back | bucky barnes x fem!reader
i wanna make you hungry (then i wanna feed ya) | bucky barnes x fem!reader
CTRL | dark!bucky barnes x darkfem!reader
if you ever want to be in love | sam wilson x fem!reader
as long as i’m here, no one can hurt you | bucky barnes x fem!reader
for the glory of love | thor x fem!reader
attitude problem | bucky barnes x fem!reader
clementine | steve rogers x fem!reader
the ink on your skin | steve rogers x fem!reader
optimist | steve rogers x reader
ever since new york | bucky barnes x fem!reader
wicked tongue | bucky barnes x fem!reader
trilogy | bucky barnes x fem!reader
spilled coffee | sam wilson x woc!reader
misconstrued and mistaken | sam wilson x woc!reader
2 am waltz | bucky barnes x woc!reader
‘till death blooms us art | sam wilson x fem!reader
helios, his modern muse | steve rogers x fem!reader
still into you | sam wilson x reader
wicked heart | loki x fem!reader
do you want me, love me, hate me? | steve rogers x fem!reader
take a chance | bucky barnes x fem!reader
sundress season | andy barber x fem!reader
some nights | steve rogers x fem!reader x bucky barnes
knowing my fate is to be with you | bucky barnes x reader
you’re the best book i ever read | bucky barnes x reader
it’s brooklyn baby | bucky barnes x fem!reader
jack pendleton | bucky barnes x reader
on your desk | natasha romanoff x fem!reader
our olive branch | wanda maximoff x fem!reader
lover | sam wilson x fem!reader
what a lovely dream it is | wanda maximoff x fem!reader
crazy, beautiful | bucky barnes x fem!reader
enigma | sam wilson x fem!reader
soda pop | bucky barnes x reader
keeping me warm | bucky barnes x reader
smile for the video camera | harvard hottie x fem!reader
museum melodrama | harvard hottie x fem!reader
introspection | steve rogers x fem!reader
safety net | steve rogers x fem!reader
i never hated you | bucky barnes x fem!reader
strings | bucky barnes x fem!reader
there’s so many more but there were the ones i could think of off the top of my head <3
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See the World the Way You Do
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (soulmates AU)
Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs & Comments are much welcomed ♥
Summary: You start to see colour when you meet your soulmate. Bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing—you get one and that's it. His world used to be colourful once and then he lost that. He's resigned to see black and white for the rest of his life...until flashes of colours would appear from the corner of his eye. And it seemed to happen more and more as Bucky spends time with you.
Note: I'm deeply sighing because Bucky makes me one emotional bitch. Taglist is still open for Bucky, Steve, Andy Barber, or all! :) comment or dm !
Warnings: So fucking soft and fluffy with a smidgen of angst.
It was a strange phenomenon.
You often wonder how it could ever possibly exist and ruminate on the fact that no one really knows the science behind it.
The idea that soulmates exist has always made you slightly uncomfortable but also intrigued you.
Everyone's world is black and white from the moment they're born, and you know you've met your soulmate when you see colour.
The idea that your world could suddenly change when you meet your soulmate...that's terrifying. At the same time, you couldn't help but want to know what colours were like.
Your best friend had found her soulmate way back in high school. She talked about her love. The green of her eyes, the red of her hair, and the multitude of colours she wore.
You don't understand. And there was nothing your best friend could say that would make you understand colours either.
You were a little reluctant about the idea of a soulmate, the idea that someone is made for you and that you're made for someone. Mostly because you can't imagine someone loving you...like really loving you.
Nevertheless, you make a silent vow to the universe that if you ever do meet your soulmate...you'd love them with everything you had.
There is something amazing to be said about the phenomenon of finding your soulmate. The way colour bleeds into your vision, taking over the monochrome of everything, and it feels like life has been breathed into you.
Bucky has had the pleasure of experiencing it.
But there's also something that may not be as commonly known or spoken about.
And it's the fact that if colour can be added to your life...it can also be taken away.
Bucky has had the misfortune of experiencing it.
The hard part is that Bucky doesn't even really remember it happening. Probably because he was brainwashed while it occurred.
There had been a girl in the back in the 40s. His girl. James Buchanan Barnes had met his soulmate, and he loved her the way all romantic movies were back then.
And at some point, while he was the Winter Soldier...the colour faded from his view. She was gone, and Bucky hadn't even known until he was clear-headed again and noticed the monochrome of everything.
It was strange. Bucky felt the loss, felt it deeply and immensely in his soul, but he couldn't shed a single tear.
No one really knows anything about soulmates.
All Bucky can think is that was it. He had his one happiness, and now she's gone.
For the rest of his life, his world will always be black and white because falling in love again would be simply too greedy.
Bucky's making his way to the kitchen when he sees you staring blankly into the fridge. He leans against the door, arms crossed with a quirked eyebrow.
"You lose something in there, doll? Or..." Bucky finally says when you stand there with the fridge open too long.
You look up, surprised, and feel the heat creep up in your cheeks when you realize you've been caught.
"Oh, hey, Bucky," you smile sheepishly. "I'm pretty sure I left some ice cream in here but I can't seem to find it."
Bucky snorts. "Sorry, doll, but Steve is a menace and if you leave that lying around...well."
You sigh dramatically. "He lives to ruin my life."
Bucky lets out a laugh as he walks to the fridge to see what was in it. "Have you even eaten yet?" He asks.
"Um, ice cream for lunch," you tell him, and Bucky rolls his eyes with a smile.
"Not good enough," Bucky scolds you playfully as he begins to take things out. "I'll make some pasta for lunch that we can eat and then we can go on a walk to get some ice cream. Sound like a plan?"
You smile at him widely and nod. "You're a good person, Buck. I'll be sure to rub it into Steve's face the next time I see him."
Bucky merely laughs quietly as he begins prepping ingredients. You sit across from him on the kitchen island, watching him diligently.
You're a phenomenon to Bucky. You've come into his life like a whirlwind and somehow able to make the grey seem chaotic. It's hard not to like you. He thinks you're pretty, and Bucky is incredibly weak for pretty dames.
It's easier to pretend like he's never known colour before since you don't know what it's like either. He's tried to forget the fact how once upon a time, there was a person in his life that described the beauty of colours to him. That once, he was told that he has the most stunning cobalt eyes and dark, inky hair—not quite black but warm nonetheless.
At times when Bucky catches himself staring at you, he can't help but wonder what colour your eyes are, what colour is your hair?
You were so pretty, monochrome and all, and Bucky feels guilty that he wishes he could still see colour to see what you'd really look like.
The first time it happens is when everyone has decided to take the day off and have a picnic in the park. People come and go to greet them but for the most part, leave the heroes alone to relax.
Technically, you're not a hero, but the number of times patched up the team makes you an honorary member. It's good because Bucky likes sitting next to you while you talk animatedly with Natasha about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza. He also enjoys watching you antagonize Steve for stealing your ice cream weeks ago.
Bucky can't quite explain it, but the sky seems a little bluer today.
He hums as he looks over to you, finally done with your conversation with Natasha as you lie back on the blanket, staring up at the sky.
Bucky wonders if you yearned to see colour.
You turn your head to the side, peering up at him seriously, and he starts to feel a little sweaty and nervous.
"Do you think pineapple belongs on pizza?"
Bucky clicks his tongue at you, scowling slightly as you grin at him.
"Don't even try to start that with me."
The second time it happens, it's when Bucky is spilling the broken parts of him out to you.
"Her name was Dorothy," Bucky says, unsure if he wants to smile or cry at the sound of her name from his own mouth. "Used to call her Dotty."
Suddenly, Bucky thinks this was a terrible idea. What was he doing, reaching into his own chest, breaking his ribs open and exposing his battered heart to you?
Somehow, recounting how he probably broke her heart when he disappeared and how his own heart would break over and over every time he was conscious enough to realize he stopped seeing colours.
"Soulmates are a funny thing, aren't they?" Bucky said as he leaned back further into the couch, eating the popcorn he made for the movie night with you. "Having someone meant for you doesn't guarantee any sort of happy ending."
You nod as you squeeze his arm comfortingly once, but not overbearingly before you let go and look at the TV.
"Think you'll meet your soulmate anytime soon?" Bucky asks after a while as the movie starts to near its end.
You shrug. "Truthfully, I'm not sold on the whole soulmates thing."
You nod. "There's not that much information about it, but personally I don't think soulmates mean something so grand as one person being meant for you."
Bucky stares at you curiously, not saying anything but looking at you intently to continue on, and you sigh.
"I think soulmates exist in many forms. Platonically, romantically, the pure love between a child and a parent—things like that. I don't think there's just one soulmate for you out there. You could have more than one. My mom did after my dad passed away," you turn to him with a soft smile on your face.
"Do you think it's greedy to love someone again? To see colour again when you've already had it and lost it?" Bucky asks quietly.
"No," you answer immediately. "I don't think being capable of love, especially after a loss, is greedy. It's brave, isn't it? To know the pain and tragedy of loss, and still be able to love again."
You look away then, staring at the TV as if you're trying to catch the ending.
Bucky watches as you swallow, looking relaxed.
"Besides, just because someone is your soulmate, doesn't mean you are theirs."
There's something so solemn the way you say it, and when he continues to stare at you, he thinks he sees it. Something intense in the corner of your eyes that isn't monochrome.
Bucky thinks about your words at night. Colours are such a weird concept, and he wonders if the fact that he's seen them before gives him the ability to start dreaming about pastel blues, pretty pinks, and bright yellows.
It's harder for Bucky to deny his own greediness and selfishness, despite your words that he isn't.
He sees colour at the oddest times and more frequently.
He knows the colour of your eyes, and he swears there's nothing like it. He knows the colour of your hair and the hues of your skin, and you remind him of Autumn.
And just like everything else in Bucky's life since being in the modern world, he doesn't know what to do.
It's obvious that you don't see colours. It's in the way you ask him one afternoon when he's in your bay getting patched up.
"What was it like for you to see colours?"
Bucky feels something clench in his chest as he peers up at you and swallows at how delicately you treat him.
"Amazing," Bucky finally says, unable to really say anything else. "I don't really know how to describe it. One moment, everything suddenly became brighter and darker all at once. I think I was a little overwhelmed, if I'm being honest, it was kind of a sensory overload."
You smile as you continue to dress his wound.
"Honestly, I don't know if I'm describing it well," Bucky shrugs. "I think it's just one of those things you only understand when you experience it."
You're silent, but Bucky continues to stare at you, feeling a dull ache in his chest.
You're wearing a purple shirt today and green pants, and it totally doesn't match, but Bucky finds it all the more adorable, even if painful.
"What do you think it'll be like for you when you see colour?" Bucky can't help but ask.
You finish dressing his wound, patting his arm gently as you ponder the question and give him a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.
"I think I'll be a little lonely but I'll be very in love as well."
Bucky snaps his eyes open, feeling his heart race and sweat on his forehead, chest, and back.
He turns over to see you, hovering at the edge of his bed unsurely.
"What's the matter, doll?" Bucky rasps as he sits up and rubs his eyes. He takes a deep breath to calm his rapidly beating heart.
"You tell me," you mumble as you pull at your cardigan sleeve and begin to dab at his forehead, clearing away the sweat. "You were screaming and I heard you next door."
Bucky feels bad because he usually has FRIDAY soundproof his room. He must've fallen asleep before he could remember to do it.
"'m sorry," Bucky mutters. "Woke you up."
You shrug. "I was already awake, couldn't sleep so I was reading."
Bucky nods, still feeling guilty because he disturbed you nonetheless. He feels even worse that he feels better with you here.
"Are you sleepy?" You ask abruptly, and Bucky shrugs. "Want to watch a couple of episodes of our show?"
You're throwing a lifeline and being very subtle about it, and Bucky's thankful. He nods, and he's about to get up to go with you out into the common room when you climb over him and settle underneath the blanket beside him.
"Remote?" You ask, and Bucky dumbly turns to his nightstand, pulling out the drawer and passing the remote to you.
You multitask, taking off your cardigan as you pull the blanket up and turn on the TV.
"FRIDAY, soundproof the room," you ask, and the AI does so with confirmation.
Bucky's facing forward at the TV, but he's staring at you from the corner of his eyes.
You look really good, wrapped up in his navy blue blanket.
"Which tie should I wear tonight?"
You turn over and look at Bucky with a tilt of your head. "Does it matter what I pick?"
Bucky smiles. "C'mon, doll, pick. It doesn't matter if you pick or if you don't pick, so might as well pick."
You snort as you shake your head. You exaggeratingly stare at the choices before you, which makes him laugh before you pick one.
A green tie.
It clashes horribly against his maroon suit, but Bucky smiles as he ties it around his neck.
When the two of you arrive at the gala, everyone else is already there. It's easy to tell who can see colour when they see Bucky's clashing tie and suit and he gets pitying looks.
But Bucky doesn't care because you picked the tie. He would've worn neon pink if you picked it.
Bucky wishes he could tell you that you look so fuckin' pretty in your viridian dress tonight, but he merely settles for a vague compliment instead.
"Ready for some ass kissing tonight?" You ask as you smile at some of the men who walk by the two of you.
"You know it," Bucky refrains from licking his lips. "Even wore some chapstick tonight."
You let a laugh behind your hand as you shake your head at him. You give him a warning look to behave tonight as you walk off and do some mingling.
Bucky meets up with Sam and Steve, who looks equally reluctant to be here tonight.
The night drags on, but Bucky finds himself having more fun than he thought. He gets to dance a couple of times with you and share some drinks.
The best part is when you steal a whole bottle of wine—the expensive shit—before you grab Bucky and drag him out to the farside balcony where it's just the two of you.
"I am so tired of old white men," you mutter as you sit down on the floor and pull Bucky down with you.
Bucky chuckles. "I know I may not look like it, but I am also an old white man."
You give him a mischievous grin. "Should I kiss your ass too?"
Bucky lets out a laugh as he bumps his shoulder gently against yours. "I think we've both had enough ass-kissing tonight. Maybe tomorrow," he adds playfully.
"If you make waffles tomorrow, I may be inclined."
The two of you take turns drinking out of the bottle of wine like uncultured swines, and Bucky pulls out pretzels he stuffed in his jacket pocket earlier.
"You animal," you giggle but still take some from his hand.
Bucky just grins because you're drunk. He can't get drunk anymore, but he drinks with you out of solidarity.
There's more light banter before the wine bottle is finished, and a comfortable silence falls between the two of you. You've got your knees pulled up to your chest as you rest your cheek on it, facing him.
You look so soft with your heavy lidded eyes.
"I told you, you look beautiful tonight, right?" Bucky says suddenly.
You laugh and nod. "You did. You look really dashing tonight too."
"Dashing?" Bucky teasingly repeats after you, and you roll your eyes.
"Well, as much as you can be. I did you a little dirty picking the green tie but it was the only shade you had and I wanted you to match with me just a little," you say as you close your eyes. "I think you rock it, though. Did you see what that guy from IT was wearing? Yikes."
Bucky feels a jolt in his chest, and he hardly hears you.
"What did you just say?" Bucky asks faintly.
You hum in response initially before the realization of what you just said catches up with you, and you open your eyes, sobering up.
"I—I think we should head back in," you say abruptly and stand up, wobbling slightly.
Bucky stands up too and catches your wrist.
"Don't you dare run," Bucky frowns. "You said you wanted to match. You...You can see."
You swallow and shrug. "It doesn't mean anything—"
"It means everything!" Bucky nearly explodes, refusing to let you go even as you tug gently away from him. "Why didn't you say anything? Is it...is it not me?"
That makes Bucky feel like he's drowning and his feet like lead. The possibility you can see colours, and he's not the reason. But why wouldn’t you say anything?
You don't say anything, and that makes Bucky upset—angry, even.
"So, what? You've just been lying to me this whole time? Even if it's not me, I thought we were friends."
"We are," you glare at him as you tug your wrist away hard enough to make him let go. "But whether or not I can see colour is none of your business, Bucky. I don't owe you anything."
Bucky wants to step back as if he's been slapped. You're right, you don't owe him anything like that, but it doesn't stop how hurt he feels. He tries to shove it down because he just—he needs to know.
"What's this punk's name?" Bucky asks, trying to sound as light as possible. "He treating you bad? If he is, just tell me and I'll right him up real good."
"Just drop it, Bucky," you mutter, but Bucky just can't.
"No, just tell me who it is. Is it Steve?" Bucky asks because Steve would be the next person you spend the most time with. "Bruce? Thor? Some guy in the HR department?"
"Why are you so reluctant to tell me?" Bucky pushes, and you just explode.
"Because it is you!" You frustratingly say to him, lips pressed into a thin line and tears rimming your eyes.
Bucky is silent, eyes wide and mouth open just a little in shock.
You sniffle and try your damn hardest not to let the tears fall.
Your throat feels raw suddenly. "I—saw colours. All along. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I could see it. You were just passing by me in the hall and suddenly it felt like I was both shattering and being completed."
Bucky swallows painfully.
"Why didn't you..." Bucky starts to say, but you shake your head.
"Because it was obvious when I met you that you didn't see colour for me," you say, not looking at him as you turn your face away. "I told you, Bucky. Just because someone is your soulmate doesn't mean you are theirs."
And Bucky can't help but see your sad smile the last time he asked you what you'd think it'd be like if you could see colours.
"I think I'll be a little lonely but I'll be very in love as well."
You were in love with him.
All along, you were falling in love with him, and you were getting lonelier the more you fell in love with him.
God, Bucky feels like his tie is around his neck too tight, and he just—you make his heart splinter in every single way.
He suddenly cups your face, revelling in the way your cheeks are so soft and warm—probably from the alcohol.
You look up at him so pitifully that Bucky just wants to pull you close and hold you tightly.
"I love the colour of your eyes," Bucky says softly. "They make me feel warm and remind me of the beginning and ending of fall."
Your breath hitches, and Bucky smiles.
"I love your green dress. It's like silk on your skin. I'm glad you picked that hideous green tie if we get to match a little. I promise to buy more ties to match the shades of your dresses," Bucky declares.
You feel the tears well over because it just feels like your heart is expanding into your ribcage in the best ways.
"I didn't always see colours again," he admits as he wipes your tears with his thumb. "But I did. Slowly. Because you loved me enough to let me fall slowly for you."
Bucky's leaning closer to your face, and you try to not hiccup from crying.
"Thank you," Bucky nuzzles your nose before he asks with just a hint of desperation. "Can I kiss you?"
You nod in his hands and by God.
This is what colour is about, Bucky thinks as there's an explosion behind his eyes and Christ, you taste like the wine and pretzels, and Bucky is so—in love and happy. He slants his lips against yours over and over.
You see colour because of him.
"What a wonderful phenomenon," Bucky mutters against your lips.
Because there is something wonderful to be said about having a soulmate.
And Bucky is brave and so, so lucky to be able to experience it with you.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: A new recruit joins the team, and gets a little too close to you for Bucky’s liking.
Warnings: angst, fluff, JEALOUS!BUCKY, dom!Bucky, SMUT, unprotected sex, possessive!Bucky
A/N: ok so basically this is the role reversal version of the fic i posted yesterday, yours. please enjoy. also, for nate i pictured chace crawford if that makes this easier to read (remember when sebastian stan was in gossip girl lmao). ANY FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED (I especially want to thank @buckyownsmybleep, @cap-n-stuff, and @justreadingfics for giving feedback on my last fic), LOVE Y’ALL LONG TIME. GIF IS NOT MINE
“Don’t forget, we have to introduce the new recruit to the rest of the team today,” Steve told Bucky as he ducked out of the boxing ring.
Bucky wiped the sweat off of his forehead after his session with Steve. “What’s his name again?” He panted.
“Nate,” Steve answered, taking a sip from his water bottle, then checked his watch. “I should go. He’ll be here soon. See you down there?”
“Sure, sure.” Bucky stepped out of the ring and followed Steve out of the gym, parting ways with him to go shower.
Bucky was excited to meet the new kid, breaking in new recruits was something that he particularly enjoyed. Especially because when they joined, they usually had an inflated ego. They think they’re good enough to be Avengers right after they join SHIELD, which could not be further from the truth.
He opened the door to his apartment, and found you getting ready. You were wearing your tactical suit, which you always wore for training days. The material clung to your body, making Bucky think about things he shouldn’t this early in the morning.
Bucky leaned himself against the door frame and watched you bend over to put your shoes on.
You stood up and turned around towards him, catching him staring at you. “Hey, perv.”
Bucky laughed and tried to wrap his arms around you, but you pushed him away.
“No way,” you giggled, trying to escape his grasp. “You reek.”
“I thought you liked me sweaty,” he laughed again, blocking your escape.
You scrunched up your nose. “Go take a shower. Do not touch me. No, no, no! Bucky!”
You yelped as he reached for your waist and pulled you to him, covering you in sweat. His grip around you was tight, preventing you from escaping.
“You are so annoying,” you complained, even though you were laughing at his actions.
“Aw, c’mon. You love me.”
You didn’t deny it, but kept trying to push him away.
“You smell so good, baby,” Bucky complimented, kissing your hair. “Did you just shower?”
He finally let go of you, leaving you with a big smile on your face. “I hate you. I probably smell so bad now.”
“Now people will know you’re mine,” Bucky teased, kissing your cheek, and then your jaw.
“Sure, sure. Go take a shower.”
Bucky kissed your neck, and grabbed your hips.
“Bucky,” you breathed, then your phone went off.
A text from Wanda: Hey, he’ll be here soon. Where are you?
You pushed Bucky off of you. “I gotta go. We gotta go, actually. Go take a shower, stinky. Hurry.”
Bucky groaned. “To be continued.”
You slapped his ass when he turned around to go get a shower, and headed downstairs.
“He here yet?” You asked Wanda when you got to the training room.
“He’s talking with Fury and Hill upstairs, but we’ll get started soon.” She smiled at you when you approached her.
“Do I smell bad?” You asked.
Wanda breathed in. “You smell normal to me. Why?”
“Thank god. Bucky came back this morning from a workout and tried to get me all sweaty.”
“Ew,” Wanda laughed, then Natasha approached you two.
“Good morning,” the former assassin smiled. “Have you guys seen Nate yet, because…” Her voice trailed off dreamily.
You raised your eyebrows. “Because...?”
“Because he is very, very attractive,” Natasha smirked.
“He’s all yours,” you winked at her.
“Fine by me.” She smiled.
The rest of the team filed into the training room, waiting to get started with Nate. Last but certainly not least, Bucky ran into the room in his tactical suit, wet hair pulled back into a bun. How he took showers that quickly was beyond you.
He winked at you when he walked into the room, making you blush. Then, he stood next to Steve and everyone got ready for the new recruit.
The doors opened, and in walked Fury, Maria Hill, and Nate. Natasha was right, he was attractive. He was tall, lean, and had short, dirty blonde hair.
He was handsome, but not your type. You had a thing for brunettes.
“This is the team,” Fury gestured to everyone in a row. “Captain Rogers here will get you started and introduce everyone.”
“Thank you, sir,” Nate shook Fury’s hand, and then Maria Hill’s. Fury and Hill walked out of the training room, leaving him with you guys.
“Welcome, Nate.” Steve walked over to him and shook his hand. “We’re excited to have you here.”
“It’s a pleasure, sir. I can’t wait to get started.”
They always say that, Bucky thought to himself, and tried to suppress the smirk on his face. This recruit would be like all of the others.
“This is Sergeant Barnes,” Steve gestured to Bucky. He and Nate shook hands, and Bucky took note of his strong grip. He respected that.
Bucky offered him a little bit of a smile. “Welcome.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Bucky liked that he called him that.
Nate continued down the line with Steve. “This is Agent Romanov,” Steve introduced.
“Hi,” she fluttered her eyes at Nate. You rolled your eyes and suppressed a laugh. She was going to have him wrapped around her finger in no time.
“Hello, ma’am,” Nate smiled, shaking her hand.
Your turn. “This is Agent Y/L/N,” Steve told him.
Nate inhaled sharply when he saw you, a wide smile spreading across his face.
“Nice to meet you, Nate,” you extended your hand.
“You too, ma’am,” he nodded, still smiling.
“We’re excited to have you.” You guys were shaking hands past the normal amount of time at this point.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Nate blushed.
Steve cleared his throat. “And this is Wanda Maximoff,” he moved on.
You thought nothing of Nate’s reaction to you, and just figured he was nervous for his first day. However, it didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky.
His jaw clenched when he saw that stupid blush cross Nate’s face. He couldn’t blame him, not really. Bucky had a similar reaction when he first met you, too. Your tactical suit made it worse; it was tight around you, accentuating all of your curves. Worst of all, you were smiling at him. Your smile was so genuine, it made Bucky’s heart flutter, and he saw it all of the time. He would’ve felt bad for Nate, if he didn’t hate him so much.
You just had that effect on people.
Nate couldn’t even pay attention to the other people he was being introduced to, his gaze kept flickering back to you. You didn’t notice, oblivious to his attraction towards you.
“Okay, so let’s see what you got, Nate. Are you ready to start training?” Steve asked him, gesturing to the mats in the middle of the room.
Nate didn’t answer for a second, his eyes were still on you.
“Nate.” Bucky called him. “Captain Rogers asked you a question.”
Nate blinked. “Sorry, sir. Just getting adjusted. Yes, I’m ready.”
Bucky rolled his eyes. Who does this guy think he is?
Everyone followed Steve and Nate to the center of the room. “Okay, so here’s the deal, Nate. We’re going to take turns just sparring with you, nothing too serious, just to see where your skill level is. I’m sure that you’re talented, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. We just want to figure out what types of combat you can improve upon.”
Nate nodded in understanding.
“Who should go first?” Steve looked around the room.
“I think Y/N should,” Natasha responded.
You looked up at her in confusion. You thought she liked him?
Natasha smiled innocently.
“Sure, that’s fine. Come over here, Y/N,” Steve agreed.
You shrugged and walked over to the mat. Nate wasn’t even trying to be subtle about checking you out, which pissed Bucky off even more.
“Hello again,” you smiled at him when you got to the mat, still blissfully unaware of the effect you had on him.
“Hi,” Nate laughed.
What was even funny?
Bucky was going to kill him.
“Get started, you two,” Steve instructed, and walked back over to Bucky.
Nate seemed to be taking it easy on you, not really going on the offense. He was quick, though, and strong. At one point, you kicked Nate’s legs out from underneath him and he hit the ground with a loud THUD.
That’s my girl, Bucky thought to himself, smiling.
Then you reached your hand out to pull Nate up off of the floor. He took it gladly, his large hand enveloping your smaller one.
“You’re going to have to be better than that,” you teased him, and threw a punch at him.
Nate caught the punch in his hand and held you there for a moment. You tried to escape by twisting your arm, but he wrapped his bicep around your neck, flipping you around, catching you in a headlock.
Your back was pressed firm to his chest, and his breathing picked up. “Yes, ma’am,” he told you in a low voice.
Bucky’s jaw clenched when he saw the look in Nate’s eyes: pure lust.
His anger didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. He glanced at his friend worriedly, wondering if he was going to intervene.
Nate’s grip on you was loose, still giving you an escape. You, of course, didn’t think Nate had another agenda on his mind, you figured he was just doing what he was supposed to.
You squatted, gaining momentum, and pushed backwards, landing on Nate’s back and pinning him on the ground under you.
Nate wrapped his leg around your waist and flipped over, and grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. His hot breath fanned your face, and his eyes traveled downward to your cleavage, only showing slightly because the zipper of your tactical suit was pulled down.
That was it. Bucky took a step forward, and Steve put his hand out to stop him.
“I think that’s a good time for a switch,” Steve called out, interrupting their fight. “Bucky, your turn?”
Bucky had to suppress a smile. Steve really was the best friend ever.
Nate helped you off of the ground. “Nice job,” he complimented.
“You too, Nate.” You brushed yourself off and smiled up at him.
You walked off of the mat and back over to Natasha and Wanda. Nate turned around and watched you walk away, checking you out.
“Hey.” Bucky snapped. “Eyes on me.”
Nate turned around and got ready to fight Bucky.
Bucky knew that you weren’t going as hard as you could’ve with Nate, which pissed him off. It was even more infuriating because he knew that you were thinking to yourself that you shouldn’t take it too hard on a new recruit. You were too nice to a guy whose intentions were clearly not pure.
Not to worry. Bucky wasn’t going to take it easy on him.
Nate was clearly caught off guard at the intensity that Bucky was going after him at. Bucky punched and jabbed and pushed, thinking about how Nate blushed when he saw you.
He thought about how Nate had you pressed against his back, your behind to his front. He thought about how Nate pinned you down and looked at your breasts. He thought about how Nate checked you out as you walked away, drinking you in.
Bucky wrapped his metal arm around Nate’s neck, holding him in a chokehold like he had just had you. He squeezed harder.
“Buck,” Steve called out. “That’s enough.”
Bucky dropped him, and Nate brought his hand up to his throat and tried to catch his breath.
“Yep. He definitely has room for improvement,” Bucky walked off of the mat, leaving Nate on the floor.
The rest of the day was spent training Nate and getting him accommodated.
That night at Nate’s welcoming dinner, Nate beat Bucky to the table, and sat himself down next to you. Bucky rolled his eyes as he sat across from you.
The rest of the team gathered around, and started chatting amongst themselves.
“Hey, Nate. How was your first day?” You asked him, tucking a hair behind your ear.
“Good,” Nate smiled at you. “Thank you for asking.”
“Just want to make you feel at home,” you gave him a smile in return, and Bucky slid one of his legs in between yours under the table.
You looked down at his leg and smiled back up at him. Bucky’s heart fluttered at the sight of you; how you managed to always look so beautiful without even trying was beyond him.
“How long have you been at SHIELD?” Nate asked.
“Answering that question will make me feel very, very old,” you laughed, and Nate joined you.
“Well, you don’t look it.” Nate took a sip of his drink.
Your brow furrowed slightly, confused by his compliment.
Nate couldn’t keep his eyes off of you through the rest of dinner. At one point, you were telling the story of the time you and Tony were on a mission and the enemy tried to torture Tony by drowning him in a toilet bowl, and your eyes lit up animatedly.
You looked breathtaking, laughing like that. You used your hands when you spoke, and your face was alight in amusement. Bucky couldn’t stop a big smile from spreading across his face when you told the story, even though he had heard many times before.
Nate couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, either. He just turned his body and laughed along with you like a lovesick puppy.
Bucky rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day. How could you not see that Nate was flirting with you?
He kept his leg in between yours, and eventually moved the other so they were hooked around your left leg. You looked up at him and grinned.
My beautiful, naïve girl, Bucky thought to himself as he smiled back at you.
Towards the end of dinner, Nate reached for the bottle of wine that was in front of you, and knocked over your wine glass.
Red wine spilled all over the tablecloth and onto your legs. Instinctively, you scooted your chair back, away from Bucky’s legs under the table.
“Oh, shit!” Nate cursed, and grabbed a napkin and started patting down your thighs, helping you clean up. “I am so sorry, Y/N.”
“It’s fine, really,” you laughed, grabbing a napkin and standing up. Nate stopped touching you and started cleaning up the table. You patted yourself down with the napkin, trying to get yourself clean.
“I’ll go grab some more napkins from the kitchen.” Natasha got up and left the room.
You bent over, still patting your legs dry. Bucky — and Nate, unfortunately for Bucky — could see straight down the valley of your breasts when you did that.
Bucky’s breath hitched when he saw Nate staring straight down your shirt.
It took everything in him not to choke Nate out right then and there. It wouldn’t even be hard, just a squeeze from his metal hand should do it…
“I’m going to go shower,” you laughed, straightening your posture. You pushed your hair out of your face. “I don’t think this is going to come out anytime soon.”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Nate repeated. “Do you need help?”
WITH SHOWERING?!? Bucky wanted to scream at him.
You smiled at Nate comfortingly, and started walking out of the room.
Before you could leave, Nate grabbed your forearm and turned you to him. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”
Everyone else in the room froze, trying to gage Bucky’s reaction to Nate grabbing you like that.
Before Bucky could end his life, you laughed again. “Nate, it’s not a big deal. I’ll be back for dessert.”
Nate let go of you, and watched you walk out of the room.
No one talked, still waiting for Bucky to react.
“Nate, can I have a word with you outside, please?” Bucky asked him, trying to keep his voice level.
“Yeah, sure,” Nate looked at Bucky and nodded.
“Sergeant,” Steve added, snapping at Nate.
Nate swallowed. “Yes, Sergeant.”
He got up and walked out of the room, and Bucky nodded at Steve, thanking him, as he followed him outside.
Bucky closed the dining room door behind him.
“What is this about, Sergeant Barnes?” Nate asked him, confused. “What—”
Bucky pinned him against the wall, his metal forearm pushed against his throat. “Have you heard of me, Nate?”
“Um, yes sir,” Nate squeaked.
“What have you heard about me, Nate?”
He swallowed, eyes wide. “You’re the Winter Soldier.”
“And?” Bucky pressed harder on his neck.
“You are the most successful assassin in history,” Nate breathed.
Bucky nodded. “That’s right. Everything, Nate,” he pushed harder again, “and I really do mean everything, that you have heard about me? It’s all true.”
Nate just waited for Bucky to continue, terrified.
“So I want to make sure that I am making myself clear here,” Bucky kept his voice level, eyes trained on his. “You are not to flirt with Y/N. You are not to touch Y/N. You are not to check her out, you are not to pin her down, you are not to mess with her at all. Do you understand me, Agent?”
Nate nodded desperately.
“If you pull any of the shit that you did to her today again, I will end you like that,” Bucky snapped his fingers to emphasize his point. “I could crush you like a bug. And you know what, Nate? I wouldn’t care. You are not to touch her again.”
“Yes, sir,” Nate choked.
“You are going to be nice to her, of course. If you ever hurt her feelings, I will end you. If you ever harass her again, I will end you. You are going to be nice and keep your distance. You haven’t seen the Winter Soldier yet Nate, and I don’t think you want to.”
Nate nodded again, scared out of his mind. Bucky was enjoying this.
“Am I making myself clear?”
“Crystal,” Nate squeaked.
“Good.” Bucky released him, and Nate fell to the floor like he had in the training room earlier. “Now go clean up that mess you made in there.”
“Yes, Sergeant,” Nate scrambled to his feet and saluted Bucky weirdly, then ran back into the dining room.
Bucky would’ve laughed at his fear if he wasn’t so pissed off. Then he went to go find you.
Adrenaline guided Bucky to your shower.
You didn’t even notice that he had walked in. You were rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when he opened the door and joined you.
You jumped at the sight of him. “Christ, Bucky! Don’t do that to me ever again,” your hand covered your heart, trying to catch your breath. “You scared the shit out of me.”
Bucky didn’t respond, and instead grabbed the back of your neck and brought your mouth to his harshly. This was not what you were expecting.
“Bucky,” you moaned as his teeth crashed into yours. “Bucky, what are you doing?”
“You’re mine,” He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth.
Bucky was definitely in control during the kiss. His metal hand remained on the back of your neck, holding you still, and the other went to the inside of your thighs. He pushed them apart and started pulsing his fingers inside of you.
He was being much rougher than usual, not that you minded. You loved when Bucky took control, and this was no different.
His thumb went to your clit, swirling there. The hot water from the shower cascaded over you, making it hard to breathe through the kiss.
“You like that?” Bucky asked you, moving his lips to your neck.
You nodded, unable to answer him. Your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure.
“Answer me, Y/N.” He kissed your earlobe and tugged it down gently. His other hand left the back of your neck and grabbed your ass, squeezing, still holding you in place.
“Yes, Bucky,” you moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Bucky praised you, then took his fingers out of you.
You whined at the loss of contact, and then were caught off guard when his hands grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up, pinning you against the shower wall.
He kissed you again. His tongue pushed into your mouth, still taking control.
“You’re mine, Y/N,” Bucky repeated as he slid himself inside of you. “All mine.”
He pounded into you, taking you completely. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and your arms were wrapped around his neck. Your back hit the tile wall repeatedly, and it felt amazing in combination with Bucky slamming into you.
Bucky’s lips left your mouth and moved to your neck again. He sucked on the skin, leaving marks in his wake. His pace picked up, bringing tears to your eyes.
He traveled lower, sucking on the skin above your nipples. “Whose are you, Y/N?”
“Yours, Bucky,” you moaned. “Yours.”
“That’s my girl,” he pounded into you. “This is for when he looks at you like that again,” Bucky sucked harder on your neck.
The sounds emitting from your mouth would have probably embarrassed you, but you couldn’t help it. Bucky was being much rougher than usual, hitting your spot over and over again.
You clenched around him.
“Let go, baby. I got you,” Bucky promised, kissing you again.
You reached your climax, and Bucky thrusted a few more times, but then his moves became sloppy. He joined you, filling you up.
No one moved, and the shower water kept running down your naked bodies.
“You’re all mine, doll,” Bucky kissed your forehead.
You nodded, trying to catch your breath. He kissed your cheek.
Slowly, Bucky lowered you to the ground, and your legs wobbled. He wrapped his arm around you, helping you keep your balance.
“That was…” you couldn’t even finish the sentence. He had never been that rough before, never been that desperate.
“Yeah,” he was still panting. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Bucky grabbed the loofah and squirted body wash on it, and kneeled in front of you. Slowly, he cleaned you, dragging it across your skin.
You couldn’t even keep your eyes open. You put your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, muscles still trembling.
You two walked back into the dining room together, the team still there. Everyone was gathered around, eating a cake.
Both of you had wet hair, and you were wearing one of Bucky’s shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. It was clear that the two of you just showered together.
Bucky led you back over to his seat, and he grabbed you and put you on his lap. You leaned your head back on his chest, still trying to recover from what you two just did.
“How’s everyone?” He asked casually, playing with your hair. He discretly moved a few strands over your shoulder, allowing for Nate to see the marks he left on your neck.
Steve took a sip of his wine to stop himself from laughing. Bucky was nothing if not possessive.
“I think Nate has something he wants to say to you, Y/N.” Bucky smiled innocently at you.
You picked your head up and looked at Nate expectantly, oblivious.
Nate swallowed nervously. “Yeah, uh, I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” he was finding it hard to put his words together with Bucky staring him down like that behind you.
Once again, you remained blissfully unaware of the situation. “Oh, no worries Nate. Not a big deal at all. Don’t worry about it.”
Bucky kissed your forehead, and snaked his arm around your waist. Mine.
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Drunk, Y/N buys a load of magnets and sticks them to her boyfriends metal arm while he sleeps
Fluff! This is fluffy as fuck and i can’t believe someone hasn’t written this already (is they have send it my way pls I wanna read it)
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“Fuck,” she hissed as she stumbled into the apartment. The bag full of magnets was nearly splitting at the bottom, the horn of the unicorn magnet poking through the plastic.
It was the dumbest idea ever. So dumb it was almost brilliant.
Girls night had taken a little bit of a wild turn when Y/N and her friends moved past the corner shop. One of them stopped and the others followed suit, looking at all of the pretty things inside. Once Y/N saw the fridge magnets, she knew what she needed to do.
Fifty dollars. Fifty fucking dollars went towards buying those magnets. It hardly seemed worth it and Y/N knew she’d regret it when she was sober. Or once her boyfriend realised what she was doing.
Their cat was snoozing away on the sofa as Y/N crept past. She toed off her shoes and threw them in the box in a not so quiet manner. “Shush,” she whispered to the still sleeping cat. “He doesn’t sleep very well! We can’t be loud.” The only problem was her whisper and how it was so much louder than she intended. “I gotta get me some water!”
The bag in her hands swung from side to side as she struggled into the kitchen. It smacked against the counter several times, definitely waking Bucky up, but drunk Y/N was too tired to notice.
She pulled a glass from the cupboard, nearly dropping it in the process, and filled it with water.
Only when a heavy click filled the air did she sober up a little. Only a little. She turned slowly, holding the glass against her chest and sloshing it down her dress in the process. “Bucky?” She called into the darkness of their apartment.
He came out of the hallway, holding his gun in his metal hand. Only once he saw it was Y/N did he put it down by his side. He opened his arms wide and marched towards her. “I was wondering when you were going to get home,” he said and helped her put down her glass. Bucky kissed the top of her head and eyed the bag in her hand suspiciously. “Do you wanna tell me what you bought tonight?”
Y/N pressed her finger to her lips and shook her head. “Nuh-uh, Buck. It’s a secret!”
He shook his head, his freshly cut hair falling into his eyes. “Alright, doll. Whatever you say.” Taking her hand, he led her into the bedroom and helped her to get ready for bed. He let her throw the bag under her bed, promising not to “tell Bucky”, whatever that meant, and helped her into an old shirt of his and pyjama shorts.
Bucky pulled back the covers and Y/N dove under. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out. Bucky climbed in after her, wrapped his flesh arm around her waist as pulled her in close.”
It was almost five in the morning and the sky was already bathed in a soft orange glow. Slightly more sober than the night before, Y/N remembered her mission. She reached under the bed and opened the bag. The material rustled under fingertips and she kept her eyes on Bucky, praying he stayed sleeping.
When her fingers connected with the first magnet and Bucky still hadn’t stirred, she knew her plan was a success.
Rolling back towards him, she snuggled against his side and threw her arm over his waist, reaching for his metal one. It wasn’t uncommon for them to sleep in this position and Bucky’s unconscious mind thought nothing of it.
As soon as the first magnet, a rainbow magnet, attached to his arm, Bucky’s eyes flew open. Instantly he looked at the figure to his side, checking her over for anything wrong. But her chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her eyes squeezed shut. Bucky looked at the door and saw nothing. Brushing it off, he fell back to sleep.
Y/N waited a few more minutes to reach into the bag. She picked up three at a time, a sad cloud, a donkey in front of a gate and the unicorn one.
One by one she began attaching them to Bucky’s arm. Her giggles were uncontrollable as she placed the sad cloud beside the rainbow. Her body shook, finally waking Bucky up.
At first he was concerned. It had taken him a while to get used to sleeping in a bed but once he was, he slept like a log. His eyes moved to his girlfriend and his worry dropped.
There she was, cheeks red, water spilling from her eyes and her hand slapped over her mouth. The unicorn magnet was still in her lap, her fingers clasped around it. “Doll, it’s so early,” Bucky grumbled and looked up at her through his lashes. His head was still against the pillow, his fingers reaching around for her. “What’s the matter?”
“Bucky!” She suddenly whined and crawled over to sit on his chest. “You’re ruining all of my fun.” Pouting, she placed the unicorn magnet on his arm and crossed her own over her chest. “All I wanted to do was make your arm look like the fridge but you just had to wake up.”
Bucky’s thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “Did you and your friends buy a bunch of magnets when you were out?”
“I’m not telling you unless you let me decorate your arm.”
There was no way out of this one. Eventually Bucky was going to cave. He would’ve given her the whole damn moon if she had asked for it. Compared to that, covering his arm in magnets wasn’t going to do any harm. He nodded his head and Y/N instantly jumped off the bed. She grabbed the bag and moved back to sit on his chest.
Before starting with the magnets, Y/N leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “I love you bucky,” she whispered and kissed him again.
He grumbled out a response, something along the lines of “love you too,” and Y/N began placing magnets up by his shoulder, starting with a turtle wearing sunglasses.
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˜*°•.°•. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲
eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.
pairings: steve rogers x fem!reader, bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x bucky barnes
warnings: unprotected sex (vaginal + anal). handjobs, anal rimming/ass eating, face-riding. dirty talk, degradation, praise. sub!bucky, dom!steve, switch!reader. lots of cum, (cum play). spit kink. slapping. choking. tears do appear. bondage (bucky’s tied to the bed). also, use of traffic light safe words (bucky confims it’s green / no safe word use). it’s literal filth, with no plot at all.
word count: 2.5k
notes: bc our discord absolutely popped off with thoughts of sub!bucky, and stucky that i couldn’t help myself and i’ve been h word all day bc of it. pls heed the warnings bc this is really intense lol
There’s something liberating in the feeling of relinquishing control.
Giving up your primal sense of self so that you could experience a pleasure that had been taken from you, and then given to you.
“Please”, Bucky prays for release like a sinner absolving.
He pulls at his binds, sweat pooling on his forehead as he watches the way your soaking cunt fucks itself down onto Steve’s leaking cock.
The two of you ignore him — after all, he’d been the one ignoring the two of you all night, too preoccupied by flirting with Tony’s newest personal assistant.
“S-Stevie!”, you squeal at the feeling of your boyfriend pistoning his hips up into you, hitting that deep, spongy spot that has you seeing stars behind your eyes.
The older man just chuckles, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he praises you, “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me, angel”. His brooklyn accent is as thick as molasses — deep, and harsh as he loses himself to the pleasures your body provides.
Bucky whines, “I’m so sorry, I swear, I’ll never do it again please-”
“D’you hear somethin’ Stevie?”, your voice cuts him off without even looking at him, “Thought I heard the noises of a pathetic little slut trying to talk to us”.
Steve chuckles, fucking into you with a particular rough drive of his hips, “Mm, no, couldn’t be our little whore could it? Because he knows what will happen if he keeps actin’ like a spoiled brat”.
The threat hangs heavy in the air, and Bucky feels himself choke on his own spit. God, he’d really fucked up hadn’t he?
You look at Steve, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips before leaning down to kiss him. It’s hot, and filthy, your tongues massaging each others as it gets messy.
The blonde’s hands move down to your ass, holding the globes before squeezing them almost to the point of pain, “Stevie! Fuck, ‘m gonna cum”, you cry as you feel the coil tighten in your core, the wet, squelching sounds like music to the men’s ears.
“Yeah, angel? You gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”, he grins against your mouth before growling, “Look at me” as he strikes your cheek with a cupped hand.
It was a rule Steve had, something that always made his ego swell with pride — your eyes had to be on him at all times when he was fucking you, because he loved watching the way your eyes glossed over with desire, and the way they fought rolling back as you came.
Your eyes find his, breath catching in your throat at the intense stare, “‘M so close, please, wanna cum for you”. It’s the begging that does him in, “Wanna show you how good I am for you”.
“Go on, angel”, Steve encourages you as his fingers find your clit to play with it, “Show our slut what happens when you’re good”.
You scream his name as you clench your walls down on his thick cock, feeling your juices squirt all over the two of you as your boyfriend fucks you through your orgasm, “S-so good, Stevie, oh my god — y’fuck me so well, fuck!”.
His tongue licks against your lips, prying them open so that he can fuck your mouth with it the same way he does your cunt, “Squeezin’ me so tight, angel, gonna make me cum, shit”.
“Please, Stevie”, you huff breathlessly against his mouth, “Want to feel you cum inside of me, need you to fill me up”.
“That what you want, angel?”, he asks as his chest heaves and at your desperate nod continues, “Why?”.
Your eyes flicker over to Bucky’s, taking in the way his face and body were covered with a red flush as he bites on his lip, “Because”, you lower your voice, “I want our pretty boy to eat it out of me”.
“Oh fuck!”, Steve groans as he feels his balls tighten before releasing inside of you, “So fuckin’ hot, angel, fuuuuuck”.
You giggle as you grind yourself down onto his dick, milking him as you pepper kisses to his face before squeezing him one last time before pulling yourself off him.
Trying your best, you clench your muscles to help stop any of his cum from falling out, looking to Steve with an inquisitive head tilt, “Go on, angel, let him have a taste”.
Bucky wants to cry from how pent up he is, his tongue already licking at his lip as he watches you make your way over to him, “Open your mouth, pretty boy”, you instruct him, leaning down as he does before collecting the saliva in your mouth and spitting it into his, with a sharp tap to his cheek you tell him, “Swallow”.
And he does, because Bucky was sure at this point, he’d do anything you asked without question.
Your hand threads through his hair, “You okay, pretty boy?”.
He nods, too eager to have you sit on his face to think about anything else, which isn’t enough for his boyfriend as he asks, “C’mon Buck, what’s your colour?”.
“Green”, Bucky gasps, “So fucking green”.
You and Steve share a wicked smile before your legs land on either side of Bucky’s head, and he moans at the look of your messy cunt on display for him.
Running your thumb over his bottom lip, you let him pull the digit into his mouth as he hollows his cheeks and sucks, “You ready, baby?”.
“Please”, Bucky whispers as you pull your finger away, eyes pleading innocently, “Wanna taste you and Stevie, please”.
With a satisfied smile, you slowly lower yourself onto his face, gasping when you feel him moan against your cunt. Bucky’s tongue immediately prods at your entrance, lips pursing as he starts sucking and licking, groaning at the taste of you and Steve on his tongue.
Your eyes close for a moment, immersed in the way Bucky makes out with your slit before you feel a sharp slap against your cheek, making you moan out as your eyes find those of Steve’s. He grips your face, smushing your cheeks so that your lips pucker as he smirks, “Look so fuckin’ hot angel”, and then he’s smashing his lips to yours, dominating the kiss as his hand lowers to find solace around your neck.
It makes you gasp, the way Steve’s control over the two of you never falters, even as you catch sight of cock — glaringly red again, and leaking from the tip even after already coming once.
He pulls away from you, “Mm, what should I do with you two now, hm?”.
It takes you a moment to realise he’d asked a question, too consumed with the feeling of Bucky as he sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth.
“Sit up, sweetheart”, Steve tells you, and you obey him as you leverage yourself.
The cry that leaves Bucky’s lips has you clenching around nothing, “No, no, no, please, please”.
“Shh, pretty boy”, Steve murmurs as he runs a finger down Bucky’s nose, “Stop actin’ like a desperate little slut”.
His words have the other super soldier falling quiet as he anticipates Steve’s next move.
“‘M still so hard”, the blonde says as he looks towards you, “What should I do about it, angel?”.
Your eyes light up at his words, and Bucky holds his breath, “Want to see you fuck our little slut”.
“Yeah, sweetheart? That what you want?”, Steve smirks, his finger now playing with your lips.
Nodding you tell him, “Wanna see you use him, remind him that he belongs to you, to us”.
Steve groans the words before kissing you again, “Ride his face, want him to feel only us, can you do that for me while I open him up?”.
This time, you’re the one kissing him, “Yes, Stevie”.
Steve growls, “God, I fuckin’ love you”, before he’s moving away from the two of you, and grabbing the lube so that he can stretch Bucky to take him.
You look at down at the brunette, “Gonna make me feel good, Buck?”.
“Yeah, yes, please”, he pleads and you don’t offer him anything else before your bringing his head up to your cunt, making him continue.
You know when Steve’s fingers enter Bucky’s hole judging from the sounding moan that vibrates against your clit, “Fuck, Bucky!”.
He groans against you, tongue flicking in a way that has your toes curling as you feel another orgasm building. You chase it on his tongue, your hands pulling in his hair as you use him, “Fuck fuck fuck!”, you squeal as you hit your peak, cumming all over the brunettes tongue, and sighing from the sensitivity as he laps up your release.
With wobbly legs, you bring yourself off of him, falling onto the bed as you watch through hazy eyes. Steve winks at you, a third finger being swallowed by Bucky’s hole and you can’t but admire how beautiful your boyfriends look together.
You move onto your side, reaching out to stroke Bucky’s cheek before leaning in to kiss him, letting him whine into your mouth as you realise that Steve’s tongue is working in conjunction with his fingers to get Bucky ready.
“Doin’ so well, pretty boy, you look so gorgeous”, you praise, smiling at the cries that leave him, tears welling in his eyes.
You hear the bottle cap of the lube close before a thud hits the ground, pulling back you watch as Steve coats his entire length before grabbing Bucky’s thighs to pull them over his waist.
Steve lines his cock up to Bucky’s waiting hole, and you find enough energy to sit up so that you could watch the way the two of them connect, “Look s’pretty”.
“Y’think so, angel?” Steve grins, giving Bucky a moment to take a deep breath before he’s pushing forward, growling at the way his boyfriend takes his dick in one, fluid thrust, “Fuck, Bucky baby”.
Words escape him, he’s so overwhelmed and all Bucky wants is to come. Mewels and whines leave his throat as Steve starts fucking into him with wild abandonment, taking out his frustrations with Bucky’s flirting out on his ass.
You hear Steve husk your name, his eyes gesturing to the sergeant’s weaping cock. Feeling more energetic, you prop yourself onto your knees before you drag your fingernails along Bucky’s abdomen, watching the way the muscles tense under your touch.
The pad of your finger swipes along the slit, collecting some of the cum that oozes before bringing it up to the blondes mouth. Steve’s tongue swipes, moaning at the taste of his boyfriend before he’s sucking your finger into his mouth.
Pulling it out, you watch the way that Steve thrusts into Bucky — it’s different from the way he fucked you, this time, he goes slower, deeper, making sure Bucky can feel him in his throat.
Leaning down, you collect as much spit in your mouth as you can before letting it drool over Bucky’s cock before you wrap your hand around him.
“Please!”, Bucky yells, his tone raspy as he tries to meet Steve’s thrusts, “I’m so close, please. ‘M so sorry, I’ll never do it again — I promise”.
You and Steve look at each other as you continue to jerk Bucky off, “Think he’s tellin’ the truth, Stevie?”.
“I don’t know, angel…” Steve trails off, looking expectedly at Bucky as he waits for him to continue apologising, and he does.
Tears fall onto his cheeks as he begs for forgiveness, apologising in any way that he can think of — it has you and Steve feeling sorry for him.
“Shh, it’s okay pretty boy”, you mutter as you flick your wrist in a way that has Bucky’s back arching off the bed.
“Yeah Bucky baby”, Steve adds sweetly, “You’re okay, aren’t ya?”.
A part of the blonde almost expects for Bucky to retaliate, shouting that he wants to cum, so he’s shocked when he hears his boyfriend say, “Yeah Stevie, ‘m okay. S’up to you, and angel”.
The look you give Steve has him making up his mind as he says, “S’okay pretty boy, you ready to come for us, hm?”.
“Yes! Stevie”, Bucky cries out, “Wanna cum for the both of you, please, please!”.
Your movements become more erratic, matching the pace as Steve starts drilling into his hole, and you watch as Bucky’s balls begin to swell, his thighs tensing, “Cum for us, pretty boy, wanna see you let go and make a mess for us, okay?”.
His mouth falls wide open, eyes closing as a scream errupts from his throat, calls of your names falling from his lips as he releases all over your hand.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby”, Steve grunts as he feels his own orgasm about to approach, “Clenchin’ down on my cock so good, shit”.
You milk Bucky’s cock for all its worth before you let it go, bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you can lick off his spent, moaning at the taste you’d grown so familiar with.
The sight of you eating Bucky’s cum has Steve grinding into the abused hole, shouting as he hits his peak, and pushing his come as far into Bucky as it’ll go — painting his walls, making sure that he’s completely finished before delicately pulling out.
All three of you wait a moment to catch your breaths, before you hear Bucky’s hitch — Steve was toying with his hole, watching as his cum seeps from it, “Shit, that’s so fucking hot”, you whisper as the rim spasms.
You feel Steve’s hand brush against your cheek before holding it, “C’mere angel”, and your thighs squeeze together as you realise what he’s going to make you do.
Bucky’s completely blissed out, his orgasm still thrumming through his veins and heartbeat pounding in his ears — it’s why the feeling of your gentle tongue prodding his ass has him moaning out in shock.
“Calm down, Buck”, Steve tells him softly, “Just cleanin’ you up”. Steve pets your head, pushing you further into Bucky as you lick at the rim before taking what you could into your mouth, “Don’t swallow it sweetheart, get as much as you can and then come back up to me”.
You do as he says, being as tender as you can before pulling away and getting back onto your knees, “C’mere angel”, Bucky hears Steve’s calm command.
He watches through hooded eyes as Steve’s mouth opens, your tongue pushing past his lips so that you could transfer his cum. It drips down your chins, and Steve pulls you in closer by the back of your neck, groaning as you swap the cum between the two of you before it’s swallowed down.
As the two of you break the kiss, Bucky can’t help the laugh that rises from him, “Fuckin’ hell, you two’ll kill me”.
But you just smile sweetly in response, “Depends on whether or not you’re gonna flirt in front of us again”.
“Mm, well if it ends like this, I don’t know if I can promise you that I won’t”, Bucky smiling cheekily as Steve unties him from the bedposts.
Only for the smile to drop as he feels a tight grip on his chin, Steve forcing him to look up, “Try it again, and we won’t let you cum next time”.
A mischievous gleam sparks in the brunette’s eyes, “Yes, Captain”.
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smooth like butter
bucky just loves flirting with you
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a/n: hi hi bffs !! hope ur all doing well <3 here is a flirty bucky fic inspired by butter !! he is so charming i am gonna punch a wall,, hope u all enjoy let me know what u guys think & remember to stream butter <33
Bucky didn’t think he had it in him anymore, he thought surely that part of him from the 40s was long gone, erased from him after all these years.
Then his eyes landed on you at the coffee shop, a bright smile on your face as you picked up your order and made small talk with the barista, you looked so happy and god you were the most beautiful person in the world. He felt himself blushing as you turned around, his gaze quickly focusing on the the coffee infront of him.
He pulled his phone and immediately texted Sam, not know how to handle the situation.
just talk to her buck, I’m sure you’ll fall into routine like back in the day ;)
Bucky scoffed at his message, looking up to find you but you were nowhere in sight. He frowned, looking out the window and seeing you walking down the street, coffee in hand. His heart dropped a bit, upset he would never see you again, but he brushed it off quickly.
Sam was over for the weekend, the two sat in Buckys living room, watching a soccer game and making small talk.
“was thinking of getting a cat” bucky mentioned, taking a sip of his beer and looking at Sam. The man smiled, nudging his friend.
“ooh okay! gonna get yourself a little grumpy staring partner i see” Sam teased and bucky rolled his eyes smiling at his friend.
“dunno if i should, you know since we go on missions all the time” he frowned and Sam shook his head.
“you can always ask your neighbors to cat sit if your gone for too long, I’m sure it won’t be too much of a hassle” Sam assured his friend and bucky smiled, nodding his head as the two friends relaxed.
The next day bucky headed to the nearest animal shelter, nervous to pick out his new feline friend, his eyes shining as they took him around the facility, presenting each of the cats with utmost pride.
“this guys name is alpine, he’s quite mellow and sweet, very well behaved and house trained” Buckys eyes met with the cats and he smiled, the cat purring into Buckys hand.
“I’ll take him” he smiled, the cat cooing up to the super soldier with ease. As he signed all the papers, alpine continued to purr into Buckys touch, excited to finally have a home.
“you can pick him up in two to three weeks after we finish up checking him out and giving him some shots! We’ll give you a call two days prior if that’s fine with you?” The receptionist smiled and bucky nodded, waving goodbye to alpine and walking out the shelter doors.
Bucky had a smile on his face and his eyes were for once off the floor, smiling to himself as he shopped for his new friend, getting him all sorts of toys and treats. He easily went up the stairs to his apartment before stopping at his door and realizing he need to unlock the door. The boxed and bags he had so delicately balanced came tumbling down as he set them down to reach for his key.
“fuck” he whispered, trying to balance everything only to have him drop his key.
“let me help!” he heard a sweet voice, he was too embarrassed to look up, fumbling with everything as you took half the things in your hand and let him grab the keys. Bucky looked up and met your eyes, his heart raced and he realized it was you, from the coffee shop.
He didn’t let his state linger for long, quickly moving to unlock the door and grab the rest of the things from the floor, holding the door open and inviting you in.
“you can set it on the counter, thanks so much” he smiled, you nodded, placing everything down gently as your arms already shook from how heavy the boxes were.
“you’re getting a cat?” You smiled and bucky heard sams words ringing in his ears, just be yourself, let the 40s flow back to you, he had scoffed at him before but now here was bucky, letting himself just trust his gut.
“yeah! i get lonely sometimes and ive always wanted a cat” bucky smiled, your knees buckled. God his smile, that had to be the most charming smile in all of Brooklyn, you were sure of it.
“oh nice! I used to have a cat, his name was mittens” you smiled, nervous as he looked at you, your fiddled with your fingers before realizing he probably wanted you to leave.
“I’ll get going don’t wanna bother you” you smiled, waving goodbye to him.
“wait!” bucky called out and you stopped in your tracks, face flushed as you turned around. Bucky smiled at you before speaking up.
“what’s your name? I could’ve sworn I’ve never seen you around, i would’ve remembered someone a pretty as you” he asked and you chuckled lightly, blushing at his words and your palms sweating a bit.
“y/n, I’m two doors down” you smiled and he returned it, walking up to you, your heart raced in your chest as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shook his hand quickly, noting the way his hands were much warmer than yours and how his calloused hand felt against yours. Your stomach was in knots by the time you pulled away, mind racing and wondering if he felt how sweaty your hands were.
“I’m bucky” he replied, “I’ll see you around i hope” bucky grinned and you nodded.
“if you ever need anything you know where to find me!” You shot him one last grin and walked out, face hot and heart racing. You felt a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing once you shut the door to your apartment, you were so flustered by him you were fucking sweating.
You had seen bucky in the halls a couple times, flashing each other a smile and making small talk. Each and every time you found yourself nervous under his gaze, sweating once the two of you parted ways and you hoped to god he never noticed. Bucky being the observant super soldier he was, did notice, but he found it sickeningly sweet. His heart fluttering as he noticed the way your heart rate quickened around him, the way you fumbled over your words at times and fiddled with your fingers.
Bucky took any and every opportunity to talk to you, helping you with groceries even if you weren’t struggling, dropping stuff on purpose for you to help him out. He even invited you out for dinner a couple times, the two of you getting along perfectly and conversation flowing easily.
“you know you have a really nice smile” you complimented him as you stopped infront of your door.
“do i?” Bucky grinned and you nodded, heart racing as you looked away from him, “then whyd you always look away when i smile at you?” He teased your mouth flew open.
“i- well it’s just- you-” he cut you off with a small laugh.
“just teasing you doll, i have the same smile as my mom” he spoke softly and you smiled, you hand squeezing his slightly, “you should get to bed, don’t you have work in the morning?” Bucky grinned and you nodded.
“You’re quite the charmer james” you whispered and you looked into his blue eyes, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon” you smiled before walking into your apartment, leaving bucky outside smiling like a fool.
The shelter called bucky a couple days after that date and bucky couldn’t get to the shelter fast enough, excited to bring home his new friend. Scooping him up into his arms and signing a couple more papers before walking out of the shelter with a wide smile, cooing at the white cat.
“got someone who i think’ll wanna meet you buddy” he smiled, pulling into the apartment complex and walking up to his apartment, letting himself in and setting down alpine to explore.
“youll pee here, this is your litter box, best of the best for you” bucky smiled, pointing everything out to the cat. He played with him for a bit, giving the cat sometime to get used to his surroundings before going two doors down and knocking, a smile on his face.
Your heart jumped at the sudden sound, you weren’t expecting anyone so who was this? You looked through the peephole and saw bucky, a small smile on his face as he looked down at the floor and then back down to his door.
“oh god, oh fuck” you whispered, looking at the mirror next to you and taking in your appearance, you were in sweats and a t shirt, hair slightly messy. You tried fixing your hair to the best of your abilities before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
Bucky could hear you panicking, he bit his lip to stop the smile on his face. But he failed miserably as you opened the door and gave him a shy smile.
“hi bucky! i wasn’t expecting you” you laughed softly and he gave you a small smile.
“sorry, i just- i got alpine- my cat, i picked him up today and figured maybe you wanna meet him?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck and your eyes lit up, a smile on your face as you nodded quickly.
“oh! yes oh my god yeah let’s go!” You giggled, following bucky quickly down the hall and into his apartment. Your eyes landed on the white cat and your hands flew to your mouth.
“he’s so cute!” You cried out, bucky smiling at your reaction, alpine quickly noticing you and walking up to you. “hi little kitty, are you alpine? such a sweet name for a sweet boy!” you cooed, smiling as you crouched down and let the cat. Bucky couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering, cheeks flushing as he watched you.
“can i pick him up?” You asked, looking up at bucky and he nodded, you swiftly picked the cat up with a wide smile.
“you can sit on the couch if you’d like” bucky smiled and you thanked him, gently sitting on the couch and bucky followed suit, giving you some space. The two of you took turns petting and cuddling on alpine, soft giggled filling his apartment.
“thanks for introducing me” you spoke and bucky grinned at you.
“‘course, had to show him the most beautiful gal here” bucky smiled and you blushed at his comment, but he didn’t stop there. “i was wondering actually uh- stark has this gala thing- i mean you can say no it’s just- do you wanna go with me?”
Now it was Buckys turn to blush, he knew there was a huge chance you’d say no. I mean you hardly knew each other, the longest you had talked was for like 30 minutes in your apartment when he helped you bring up groceries two days ago.
“me?” You questioned, eyes wide as bucky nodded.
“I’ll get a dress for you and everything, just need to take someone and I’d prefer it be you” he smiled, how could you say no to him?
“uh- i wow- i mean” you sputtered out before stopping yourself and nodding, “yeah okay” you smiled and bucky grinned.
“thanks so much doll” he spoke and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, giddy with excitement.
Soon enough the gala came and bucky dropped off your dress, letting you know he’d drop by at 5:30 to pick you up to head to the dance. You were nervous as you slipped the gown on, it was a black to match the suit he’d be wearing, somewhat simple but had some pretty accents throughout that made it absolutely stunning.
You got ready quickly, bucky knocking at the door before you had a chance to slip your shoes on. You opened the door with a smile, Buckys mouth falling open.
“oh wow” was all he said, immediately closing his mouth and clearing his throat, “i mean- i- hi” he chuckled and you smiled, letting him.
“i brought you flowers” he grinned and you blushed, smiling at the beautiful roses he handed you.
“bucky barnes ever the gentleman” you grinned and he smirked.
“only the best for my gal” he shot back and your heart raced, moving to put the flowers in water and rushing to slip your heels on.
“let me just finish getting ready, I’ll be done in a minute” you smiled, looking at him through the mirror as you put on some earrings.
“you’re so gorgeous, melting my heart like it’s butter” he smiled, dazed in your beauty. Your heart continued to face and you smiled, rolling your eyes at him.
“oh hush” you protested, finally finishing and holding the door for the two of you to head out. He offered you his arm and you gladly too it, taking the elevator and stealing a glance at him. Bucky noticed and smiled, standing up a bit straighter.
As the two of you arrived you grew self conscious, there were so many other people here, so many girls that were much prettier than you and most likely much better than you. Bucky noticed your discomfort quickly and pulled you closer to him, giving you a reassuring smile.
The two of you walking over to where the rest of the team was and he smiled widely as Sam and steve made eye contact with him. Tony flashing you a smile.
“hey guys” bucky smiled and you followed his lead, grinning at everybody, trying to appear composed even though you were absolutely yelling your lungs out on the inside. “this is y/n, y/n this is- well this is the rest of the team” he chuckled and you laughed softly.
“hi! it’s a pleasure to meet you all” you greeted and they smiled, wanda immediately coming up to you and giving you a hug.
“I’m wanda! It’s nice to meet you, do you wanna get a drink?” She asked and you looked at bucky quickly before smiling with a nod, natasha following the two of you as you all walked over to the bar, bucky sitting next to steve and Sam.
“you’re dating bucky?” She whispered and you blushed, shaking your head.
“oh no! we’re just neighbors- well we’re friends, we talk sometimes” you rambled and Natasha smiled.
“ever since you helped him with whatever it was last week or two weeks ago he hasn’t shut up about you” Natasha whispered and you blushed, looking over at where bucky was and your heart raced as you made eye contact with him, quickly turning your head away from him.
“it’s true, even came to me for advice, I’m the one who suggested he ask you to come tonight!” Wanda smiled widely and you took a sip from your drink.
“let’s change the topic, what’s your favorite pasta shape?” You smiled.
Steve and Sam cheered on bucky as he sat down next to them.
“told you she would say yes!” Sam smiled, patting his back.
“i knew you still had it in you” steve smirked and bucky couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he watched you talk and laugh with nat and wanda.
“shes perfect” bucky mumbled, face beating up as Sam and steve made a fuss, “oh will you two shut up” he rolled his eyes, smile still on his face as his two friends continued to tease him, forcing him to spill his guts.
“can i buy you drink sweet cheeks?” You heard from behind you, but you ignored it, thinking they were talking to Natasha or wanda. The two girls looked at you with wide eyes when you didn’t react. Your eyes wide when you realized they were talking to you.
“me?” You asked, laughing slightly as the man nodded, a smirk on his face. You looked over at wanda and Natasha and they gave you a wink, your heart raced.
“uh- okay i guess” you smiled, ordering up enough for the three of you before smiling at the man, downing your shot with wanda and Natasha and ditching the man before he could even see where the three of you headed off to.
Bucky smiled as he watched the way you doubled over in laughter with the girls, wiping at your eyes softly to stop the tears of joy from ruining your makeup.
Soon enough the three of you walked back to the team, you sat next to bucky, letting yourself relax into his touch. After a couple minutes you saw steve and bucky both perk up, the sound of some 40s song playing as couples swayed on the dance floor.
“would you care to dance with me doll?” bucky asked with a smile and your heart raced.
“oh i don’t know how to dance” you whispered and Buckys smile only grew, “I’ll teach you darlin” he smirked as he easily pulled to to your feet, leading you to the dance floor and ignoring the whoops and cheers from the others.
With seconds the two of you were on the dance floor, bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you stood in front of him, looking around at everyone.
“eyes on me doll, or else you won’t learn” he teased you felt your stomach flutter. “side step right left to my beat doll, just follow the flow of the music” he spoke softly, your arms snaking around his neck and his cautiously let his hands rest on your hips.
“look at you, already getting the hang of it” he praised you and your heart raced, smiling up at him, you were only inches away from his face.
“you know nat and wanda told me some pretty crazy things” you whispered and bucky hummed.
“things like what?” he smirked, already knowing what you were gonna say.
“like how you’ve been talking ‘bout me” you spoke, the two of you still swaying to the music.
“i have been doll” he replied quickly, spinning you around before catching you back in his arms once again.
“what’ve you been saying?” You asked, breathless as the two of you were closer than before.
“oh you know, just how you’re the girl of my dreams, how i wanna make you my girl but i dunno what you’d say” he spoke smoothly, his cool tone causing your knees to buckle. Bucky held you up firmly, smiling at you.
“oh” you managed to squeak out, “well i wouldn’t say no” was all you managed out and bucky laughed softly. Your blue eyes met his and you felt your heartbeat in your ears, eyes flickering down to his lips. “what- what else did you say” you asked and he smiled.
“let me show you, talk is cheap and don’t mean a thing” he mumbled, slowly leaning into you, without a moments hesitation you crashed your lips onto his, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouths moved together, smiling into the kiss and pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.
For a second the world melted away, it was just the two of you, rocking back and forth to the soft music as you smiled into the kiss, pulling away breathless with sparkling eyes and pink lips.
Then everything came back to you, suddenly everyone’s presence was a little too prominent for your liking, face growing hot. Bucky smiled at you, not wasting a second before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along, walking out of the venue and waving goodbye to everyone hastily. Wanda and Natasha shot you a thumbs up and you smiled brightly.
Within moments the two of you were alone outside, the cool Brooklyn air refreshing both of your flushed skin.
“you know, was gonna ask you to be my girl with a bunch of flowers and over a candle lit dinner” bucky chuckled and you smiled softly at him, your fingers intertwining in his hand.
“why don’t you?” you asked softly, he smiled at you as he threw his head back with a soft groan.
“cant wait that long doll face, i just wanna be yours already” he grinned, looking at you with soft eyes, adoration clear on his face.
“what’re you waiting for barnes?” You teased, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms over your chest.
“for us to get back to your apartment so i can kiss you all night” he shot back with a smirk, loving the way you looked at him with wide eyes and your heart raced. He pulled you into his chest, kissing you on the lips quickly before pulling away, not caring that he had red lipstick all over his mouth or that it was now smudged on your lips now.
“will you be my girl y/n?” He asked breathless, the stars twinkling above the two of you and the cold New York wind cooling your hot bodies.
“depends” you smiled, “how much time do i get to spend with alpine?” Bucky smiled brightly at you, picking you up in his arms and walking to the car.
“of course I’ll be your girl james” you replied, kissing up his neck and leaving a trail of red lipstick. Bucky opened the door with one hand, easily holding you up with his other before setting you down in the car seat.
“i know, just wanted to hear you say it” he smirked and you gasped.
“you’re too cocky for your own good” you teased him as he slid into the drivers seat.
“not cocky, just charming, that what you called me didn’t you” he replied quickly, leaning over and kissing you before starting to drive back to your apartment.
It’s safe to say that you spent a lot of time with alpine, cat sitting when bucky was away on missions and lazing the weekends away cuddled in bed or on the couch with bucky.
There was never a dull moment in your relationship with bucky, constantly flirting with you as if he hadn’t been dating you for years already. The Brooklyn boy was head over heels for you and was not afraid to let the world know.
Which is why he reminded you everyday how much he loved you. Because to him, you were his whole world and all he’d ever need.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: A new girl joins the team, and gets a little too close to Bucky for your liking.
Warnings: angst, fluff, smut (18+), unprotected sex, female receiving oral, jealous!reader
A/N: this is based off of a request that I got from the wonderful @rebelfleur22! Thank you so much for sending it to me 🥺 Also if your name is Anna I’m literally so sorry LMFAO. you can read the role reversal version here (who doesn’t love jealous!bucky?). GIF IS NOT MINE
The new girl, Anna, was pissing you off.
You were sure she was a nice person. Deep down. Way, way, deep down. Probably really great. What was worse was that everyone else seemed to love her, and they welcomed her with open arms, got her caught up, and introduced her to SHIELD in a way that you couldn’t.
You tried to be nice to her, you really did. You even gave her the benefit of the doubt at first.
On the morning of Anna’s first day at SHIELD, you had a team meeting to get her accommodated. Before the meeting, you went to the kitchen and made you and your boyfriend, Bucky, cups of coffee.
You sat yourself across the table from him and handed him the coffee. “Mornin’,” you smiled.
“Thank you. Good morning, baby. You look sleepy.” He smirked, alluding to the night before. Neither of you got a lot of sleep last night.
“I could say the same about you,” you laughed, and then Anna walked in.
She walked over and sat next to him. The rest of the team filed in after her, welcoming her warmly.
You extended your hand to shake from across the table. “Hi, Anna. Welcome. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced.
“Hi, I’m Anna.” She shook your hand, smiling. Then, she turned to Bucky.
“Hey there,” He smiled. “I’m Bucky.”
“I know who you are,” she giggled, and then blushed.
That didn’t bother you. Bucky was incredibly attractive, he had that effect on everyone. You couldn’t even blame her.
Bucky didn’t seem phased by it, used to the reaction. Bastard.
As Steve Rogers went through the on-boarding process for Anna, giving her background on everyone on the team, you caught her staring at Bucky. She wasn’t even paying attention.
“Last thing, I just need you to sign these,” Steve passed a contract to her from across the table. When Anna reached for it, she not so subtly knocked over Bucky’s coffee, making it spill all over the tabletop and onto his thighs.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Anna gushed. She grabbed some napkins from the table behind her and started patting down Bucky’s thighs, completely ignoring the mess on the table.
“No, no, it’s fine,” Bucky chuckled, and started patting himself down. “Don’t worry about it.”
Anna put her hand around his forearm and squeezed. “I am so sorry, Sergeant Barnes.”
Your eyes lowered at Anna. I see what you’re doing.
“Don’t you worry about it, doll,” Bucky stood up and started heading out of the room. “I’ll be right back. And by the way, call me Bucky.”
Bucky didn’t call anyone doll but you.
Anna finally started cleaning up the spilled coffee on the table. She was suppressing a smile.
You knocked on the door of Bucky’s apartment in the compound.
He opened it, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, he clearly just showered. You could smell his shampoo and body wash.
“Hi,” you smirked.
“Why, hello there,” Bucky opened the door wider to let you in. You planted a kiss on his cheek as you entered.
“Any burns, or are you good?” You joked.
“Pssh. I’m fine. I’ve had worse,” he gestured to his metal arm.
You laughed, and wrapped your arms around his waist after he closed the door. “Good.”
Bucky encircled his arms around you and brought you closer, and before you laid your head on his bare chest, you kissed the scarring around his shoulder.
“Anna’s nice,” Bucky commented after a moment of comfortable silence.
You raised your head and looked him in the eye, your nose scrunching up in disapproval. “I guess. A little too touchy for my taste.”
“She was just trying to help,” Bucky laughed at your reaction.
You let go of him and sat on the edge of his bed, rolling your eyes playfully. “Sure.”
“Aww, baby,” Bucky walked over to you and tilted your chin up to look up at him. “Are you jealous?”
“No. I just think you should be aware of the effect you have on people,” you pointed out. It’s true, you really weren’t jealous of Anna. After all, Bucky was your boyfriend. It was just frustrating that Bucky didn’t see how her spilling the coffee was clearly not an accident.
He let the towel around his waist drop to the floor, and he stood naked in front of you. “Someone’s jealous,” he said in a sing-song voice, making fun of you.
“I am not,” you huffed, looking at his member. “Get that thing out of my face.”
Bucky laughed, and then brushed some of the hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. “Don’t worry about her, doll.”
You remembered how Bucky also called Anna ‘doll’, and rolled your eyes. “Go get dressed. I’m hungry.”
He leaned over and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I like it when you’re jealous. It’s cute.”
You crossed your arms in annoyance as Bucky turned around to get dressed.
You weren’t jealous of Anna.
There was nothing to be jealous of.
Anna just became more and more forward with her advances towards Bucky.
In every meeting, she timed her entrance perfectly so they would walk in together. He would chuckle as they bumped into each other, and then hold the door open for her.
She sat next to him at every meal.
She laughed at everything he said, even if it wasn’t funny. Most of the time, it wasn’t, which was even more annoying. Bucky didn’t need his ego to be any bigger than it already was.
In the gym, she would make sure she was working out in his line of vision, bending over in front of him, putting on a show.
During the team movie night, she plopped herself down next to him, and he just gave her that goofy smile that he normally would give you.
You and Bucky didn’t spend every waking moment of everyday together, simply because 1) you had two different jobs and 2) you had a healthy relationship with boundaries. However, that week you were spending less time with him than you ever had before, and it made your heart ache.
Worst of all, she would touch him. All of the time. Always grazing his hands, his arms, his back, his thighs.
“The most frustrating part is that he doesn’t think anything of it,” you groaned to Natasha and Wanda. You three were having a wine night after the long week. “He just thinks she’s being nice, and if I bring it up again, he’s going to call me jealous.”
“Well, are you?” Wanda asked, taking a sip of her wine.
“No.” You answered way too fast. Wanda raised her eyebrows. “Maybe. I don’t know. Fuck.”
“Part of the problem is that you and Bucky are pretty private,” Natasha commented. “You guys don’t do PDA.”
“Yeah, and why would we?” Your voice was laced with disgust. “We’re not in high school.”
“So, she probably doesn’t know that you and Bucky are dating.” Wanda pointed out.
“Look,” Natasha put her hand over yours. “Just go talk to Bucky. Tell him her actions towards him are making you uncomfortable, and that he needs to talk to her. Imagine what Bucky would do if a new agent that was a boy was coming onto you like that?”
You thought about that for a minute. Bucky would kill him.
“He’ll understand that, Y/N. He loves you,” Wanda smiled.
You sighed. They were right, of course. Bucky was reasonable, and he did love you. You leaned back on the sofa and closed your eyes in frustration. “Why does he call her doll?”
Natasha squeezed your hand. “Go talk to him. He’ll understand.”
You put your glass of wine down. “You’re right. I’ll be right back.”
Your best friends smiled reassuringly at you, and you went to go find Bucky.
You went to his room first, and he was nowhere to be found.
You went to Steve’s room. Maybe he and his best friend decided to go out that night.
Steve answered after the first knock. “Hey,” he smiled at you.
“Hey,” you peered over his shoulder and into the room. “Is Bucky in here? Are you guys watching a game or something?”
“Uh, no, also there aren’t sports happening right now.” Steve replied. “He was. He went to the kitchen to go get some food. We’re filing some mission reports right now. Super fun Saturday night.”
Captain America, everyone. “Oh, okay. Thanks, Steve.”
“No prob. He’s actually been gone a while, I’m not sure if he’s still in there. He probably just bailed on me,” Steve’s brows furrowed.
“I’ll go get him.” You winked at him, and headed toward the kitchen.
All of the lights were off, everyone was either out or in their rooms for the night already. Then you heard voices in the kitchen.
“Anna, I—” That was definitely Bucky’s voice. You followed it into the kitchen, then froze at the sight in front of you.
His back was pressed to the kitchen counter, and Anna had her arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck, her lips pressed to his.
“Oh my god,” you couldn’t stop yourself from saying.
Bucky pushed her off of him, eyes wild. Anna turned around toward you, and had a smirk plastered on her face.
“Y/N, oh my god.” Bucky ran his hand through his hair, like he does when he’s nervous. “This isn’t what you think it is,” he said, and when Anna turned back to look at him, she wiped the smile off of her face.
You couldn’t say anything. You were speechless. You couldn’t stand it.
You ran out of the kitchen towards your room.
“Y/N, please open the door,” Bucky begged, still knocking. You left him over an hour ago, and the entire time he just kept knocking and knocking. “You have to know what happened. Please let me explain, baby. Please, I love you.”
You sat on the edge of your bed with your head in your hands. You couldn’t get the image of Bucky kissing her out of your mind. His words seemed to be mocking you. ‘I love you’.
Then why are you kissing other people? You wanted to scream.
Instead, you got off of your bed and headed towards your bathroom and turned on the shower to cover the sound of you crying.
Bucky heard you turn the shower on, and sank to the floor, his back against your door. He put his head in his hands, and the scene played over and over in his head.
He and Steve had been filing mission reports, which was fucking annoying and exhausting.
“I’m going to go get us food, you want some popcorn or anything?” Bucky stood up and headed towards the door.
“Yeah, sure,” Steve replied, highlighting important details from the mission.
“Ok. I’ll be right back,” Bucky left the room.
The kitchen wasn’t unoccupied. Anna was in there, pouring herself a drink.
“Hey,” he greeted her, opening the pantry to grab a bag of popcorn.
“Hi,” she smiled at him.
His eyes went to the whiskey she was pouring. “Long day?”
“Long week, more like,” Anna sighed, taking a sip. “This job is… more than I thought it would be.”
“It is exhausting,” Bucky put the popcorn in the microwave and let it pop. “You seem to be handling it well, though.”
“Thank you, Sergeant Barnes,” she put her drink back on the counter.
“Again, call me Bucky, Anna. That’s too formal.”
She smiled and nodded at him.
They sat in the kitchen in silence for a moment. When the microwave beeped, Bucky took the popcorn out and poured it in a bowl.
When he turned back around, Anna was closer to him. “Bucky, I just wanted to thank you.”
“For what?” His brows furrowed in confusion.
“You’ve been so nice, and so… welcoming to me this past week. It means a lot to me,” Anna took another step closer to him. “I really appreciate it.”
“Oh, yeah,” Bucky smiled at her. “No problem. Just want you to be comfortable here.”
“It means a lot to me.” Anna took yet another step closer to him and put her hands on his chest.
“You mentioned that,” Bucky wrapped his hands around her wrists and tried to take them off of his chest. What was she doing?
She just pressed herself closer to him, and pursed her lips. “Bucky, you’ve been so good to me,” she practically moaned.
“Whoa, Anna. Whoa there,” Bucky leaned back, avoiding her touch as much as possible. His back was to the kitchen counter now, and he was trapped. He could easily push her off of him, but he wasn’t going to hurt a woman. “I’m dating Y/N. I love her. This—” he gestured at the two of them, “is not happening.”
Anna scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Clearly. Bucky, I could treat you so much better than she treats you. I could please you better than she could ever please you.”
“Anna, I—” Bucky couldn’t get the words out before Anna threw herself on him, practically attacking his mouth.
“Oh my god,” he heard you say, and his heart stopped.
He saw the hurt and betrayal in your eyes as you took in the scene in front of him, and Bucky felt like he was going to be sick. “Y/N, oh my god. This isn’t what you think it is.”
Even in the dark, he could see that your eyes were filled with tears, and knowing that he was the reason for them made him feel even more nauseous. You didn’t say anything as you ran out of the room.
“Get off of me,” Bucky growled and pushed Anna off of him, as carefully as possible, and he sprinted after you.
Before he left the kitchen, Anna called to him: “I can treat you better than her, Bucky!”
So here Bucky sat, on the floor in the hallway just outside of your room. He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t going to break your door down like some sort of psychopath and force you to listen, but he knew he couldn’t stay apart from you for much longer.
After what seemed like forever, he heard the shower turn off, and footsteps approaching the door.
During your shower, you figured he owed you an explanation. As painful as it would be, you deserved to know why Bucky had kissed Anna. You promised yourself that you would listen, and then that would be it.
Your relationship with Bucky would be over.
You sank to the floor of the shower with the realization, and just let the water run over you until it turned cold. You respected yourself too much to keep dating someone who cheated on you.
Finally, you gathered the strength to get up and get out of the shower. You wrapped a towel around you and opened the door.
Bucky got off of the floor. “Y/N, thank God. You gotta believe me,” Bucky pleaded. “Please let me explain, baby.”
Your eyes were puffy and red from crying, which made Bucky feel worse. You couldn’t look him in the eye or find your voice, so you just nodded and stepped to the side so he could enter.
Bucky entered your room and you shut the door behind him. You turned around towards him and he cupped your cheek in his palm.
You flinched, and another tear fell from your eye.
“Y/N,” Bucky whispered. He sounded like he was in pain.
He wiped the tear from your eye with his metal hand, his touch delicate, like you could break.
You felt like you already did.
“Y/N, I love you. Please, baby.” Bucky tried to touch your cheek again, but you walked around him and sat on the edge of your bed.
Bucky kneeled down in front of you, eyes pleading.
“Why did you kiss her, Bucky?” Your voice broke as you asked the question. “How could you do that to me?”
Involuntarily, you broke out into sobs again. Bucky got up, sat on the bed, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You cried into his shoulder as his hand ran through your hair. Your heart broke all over again when you thought of the two of them together.
“Sweetheart, I did not kiss her. I wouldn’t do that, you know me. Anna threw herself on me in the kitchen.”
Part of you wanted to believe him. Anna had been flirting with Bucky all week, so that didn’t surprise you. Still, Bucky could’ve done more to make her stop, and clearly he didn’t, because you caught them making out in the kitchen.
“She came up to me and kept saying things like ‘I can treat you better than her’, and ‘I can please you better than she can’, which is complete and utter bullshit,” he continued, still holding you close to him. “I told her to get off of me, and that you and I were dating and I love you, and only you.”
He leaned back and tilted your chin gently to look up at him. You still couldn’t make eye contact. “It’s only you, baby. It’s only ever been you.”
Your tears had stopped, but the apprehension remained. “Why didn’t you tell her to stop throwing herself at you all week?”
“Honestly, I know this sounds bad, but I didn’t think anything of it.” Bucky’s voice was dripping of sincerity. “You’re the only thing I think about. You’re the only person I could ever want in that way. Anna doesn’t ever cross my mind.”
“What if a new guy came and was doing all of that stuff to me, Bucky?” You repeated Natasha’s question to him.
He didn’t answer for a minute, and thought about your question.
If some guy joined their team and during the first meeting purposefully spilled coffee all over you, and started patting you down and touching your thighs to help clean you up.
If some guy joined their team and purposefully timed his meeting entrances perfectly, just to walk with you.
If some guy joined their team and sat next to you at every meal.
If some guy joined their team and laughed at everything you said.
If some guy joined their team and sat next to you at movie night.
If some guy joined their team and touched you, all the time.
Your arms. Your hands. Your back.
If some guy joined their team and cornered you in the kitchen and told you that he could treat you better than Bucky ever could.
If some guy joined their team and told you that he could please you better than Bucky ever could.
If some guy joined their team and forced you to kiss him after you told him no.
Bucky clenched his jaw in anger. “I would kill him.”
“See?” You leaned back and looked him in the eye finally. “It’s been driving me crazy, she’s been driving me crazy. Hell, you’ve been driving me crazy!”
“What did I do?” Bucky pleaded. “I’ll fix it, I promise. Please just tell me, Y/N.”
“You’ve been leading Anna on. You never told her to stop, and you would laugh with her, and smile at her, and call her doll,” your voice cracked when you brought that up. It sounded dumb, but you thought only Bucky called you that. That name was yours.
Bucky wiped a tear that escaped from your cheek. “Y/N, I am so sorry. I am. I am really, really sorry. I didn’t realize that all of that was happening, and I should’ve. You have to understand, please understand,” he got up from the bed and kneeled in front of you again, literally begging on his knees. “You’re it for me, Y/N. It’s just you. That’s all I see. I love you. I called her ‘doll’ by accident. I meant nothing of it. You’re it for me, baby. It’s just you.”
You took in a deep breath. You knew Bucky well enough to know that he was telling the truth.
“I love you, so much.” He repeated, planting a kiss on your knee.
He took your hands and held them in his own.
“I believe you,” you finally breathed, and you did. You knew that Bucky loved you, and you knew that he wouldn’t cheat on you. You could see that now.
Bucky smiled so wide, happy tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
You smiled softly at him. “I’m not going to say that it’s okay, because it’s not. She shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’re right.” He laid his head down on your bare thighs, and you combed your fingers through his hair.
“You’re it for me too, by the way.”
“Really?” He smiled, head still laid down on your legs.
“Really,” you promised, and you meant it.
“Let me prove it to you, baby.” Bucky lifted his head and looked you in the eye. “Please.”
Bucky took your towel in his hands and looked up at you for permission to continue. You nodded, and he pulled the towel down.
“So beautiful,” he complimented, taking you in.
Bucky put his mouth on yours, taking his time. His kiss was soft, his pace slow. Without breaking the kiss, he climbed off of the floor and joined you on the bed.
You leaned back, still kissing him. Bucky grabbed the towel from underneath you and you raised your hips, and he threw it to the floor.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, his pace becoming more desperate. He loved you, and only you. He was going to prove it to you.
He pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, biting down gently. His lips went to your cheeks, then your neck. In between kisses he told you: “I’m all yours.”
You moaned when Bucky sucked on the spot above your collarbone that drove you crazy. He moved his body down and kissed you lower, kissing the skin just above your nipple, then taking your breast into his mouth. His metal hand went to your other breast, rolling your nipple in between his fingers. The combination of his hot tongue on one and his cool hand on the other was almost too much.
He let go of your nipple with a loud pop, then moved his mouth to your other breast. His metal hand went down to your sex, rubbing your clit gently.
You arched your back in pleasure. “Bucky,” you moaned.
He planted another kiss to your nipple and worked his way down, kissing your stomach and then your mound. He quickly took his shirt off, and then put your thighs on his shoulders. Then, he slipped his tongue into your wet folds.
His hands went to your hips, holding you in place. “Stay still, baby.” He squeezed the soft skin of your hips gently, and kept working his tongue.
Your hands went to his hair, pulling it harshly. He moaned when you did that, so you did it again harder, just to hear that sound again.
Bucky squeezed your hips again, harsher this time. You were getting close, you both knew it. One of his hands went to your clit, rubbing it again. Your thighs, which were draped over his shoulders, clenched as he brought you to the edge.
“Come for me, Y/N.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice, and you came right there, his tongue still working its magic.
Bucky joined you on the bed, but you couldn’t acknowledge his presence just yet. Your head was pounding and your ears were ringing.
When you were able, you opened your eyes and looked at him. He was playing with your hair, brushing it off of your forehead.
“I love you,” you told him.
“I love you, too.” Bucky smiled at you, leaning in for a kiss. His kiss was tender, taking his time. “You’re all mine,” he promised.
You kissed him harder, and he wrapped his cool metal arm around your back and pulled you closer to him. He rolled himself on top of you, supporting his weight on his forearms as not to hurt you.
You didn’t break the kiss as you fumbled with his belt. He leaned to one side to help you take his pants off, kicking them to the floor with his feet.
Then he slid himself into you.
“I love you,” he repeated as he crashed into you. His pace was the same as earlier; slow, taking his time. There was no need to rush.
Your legs wrapped around his thighs, and one of your hands went to his ass, gently squeezing. With the other, you raked your nails down his bare back, marking him.
You moved your lips to his neck and sucked hard, bringing blood to the surface of his skin. “Mine,” you panted, then planted a light kiss there, eliciting a moan from him.
Bucky picked up his pace, and pounded into you harder. Your nails sank into his back in pleasure.
Bucky put his mouth back on yours, a sloppy kiss as he took you completely. Your teeth crashed into each other, it was wet and desperate. And perfect.
He was close, his muscles tensing around you. You both were.
“Mine,” he repeated, and fell apart inside of you.
You joined him, riding his high. Your legs shook in pleasure, and Bucky laid his head on your chest.
You both were panting, and no one dared to move. He remained inside of you, comfortable in your skin.
He sighed quietly when you ran your fingers through his hair, going lightly across his scalp.
“I’m all yours, Y/N.” His eyes fluttered closed at your touch.
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speak, sweetheart | bucky barnes
summary: bucky and sam are left speechless when ‘the quiet one’ says what everyone is thinking. inspired by tfatws.
♡ pairing: bucky barnes x shy!avenger reader. platonic → slight flirting.
!! warnings: john walker being gross, reader is very shy (is that a warning idk) short, fluffy.
✎ authors note: i love reading about shy!readers because i am so introverted and it’s validating to see reader inserts with my exact personality type. i kinda want to try and write some more badass reader inserts in the future though !! let me know what y’all think / send asks with requests :)
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it was no secret that when it came to you, bucky and sam, you spoke the least out of the three of you. sometimes bucky wondered if the things he had heard you say were just the fragments of conversations the two of you shared in his dreams. beyond the taste of communication during missions, you preferred to remain silent and your lack of words reduced even more in the presence of john walker. the new ‘captain america’ had shown up during a fight with the flag smashers which resulted in sam and bucky rolling through a field as if they were trying to recreate that one padmé and anakin scene you loved so much.
walker and his partner, lemar, were riding along when they pulled up beside you, sam and bucky on the road. you watched on in amusement as they tried to grab your attention, wondering what witty comment sam or bucky would throw their way. what you didn’t expect was to be sitting across from the new captain just mere seconds later. why the fuck are we doing this? you thought to yourself sending empty glances at your co-workers.
bucky stared at john which made john shift in his seat. a smile eventually formed on your lips, enjoying the way the ‘hero’ squirmed under bucky’s gaze. the all too familiar stare would make anyone back down and you were happy that it had somewhat humbled john. sam excused bucky’s more than anti-social behaviour and made an effort to discuss the flag smashers. despite sam’s attempts to keep the conversation casual and civilised, john had a different agenda at play.
“who is this? new avenger?” he asked sarcastically. sam stopped mid-sentence to glance at you and back at john. you let john’s gaze settle on you but sucked in a breath when he looked you up and down, hating the way his gaze felt on your skin.
“yeah, new recruit.” sam responded. bucky’s stare was as hard as ever and even lemar’s eyes darted around the men’s faces in a sort of intimidated manner.
“what’s your name, sweetheart.” his condescending tone made your face scrunch up in disgust. gross, you thought. “cat got your tongue?” he asked, laughing at his own joke. you remained silent, not giving into him.
“leave her alone.” bucky spat. you let him take this one, usually sending him a look whenever he tried to defend you to yet another asshole you met on the field. this time you just exhaled, looking past john’s head as if he wasn’t sat right in front of you, ticking him off.
“she can speak, right?” he joked, moving his head into your line of sight, desperate for some sort of attention which you refused to give him.
“yes, she can.” sam responded, growing annoyed as john went even further off topic.
“so, say something then, sweetheart.” that nickname had you growing impatient. why you were hitching a ride with them in the first place was a mystery to you so his unappreciated comments were starting to grind on you.
“hm.” he hums, sitting back in his seat in some sort of satisfaction. you smirked at him, a look that unsettled him slightly and bucky noticed the way john’s own smirk dropped. it was a minuscule shift in expression but he was impressed with how you held him down without even opening your mouth, something he thought only he could do.
“i don’t mean to make any enemies.” he starts with his false innocence. “let’s start over, i’m captain america.” he says, extending a hand to you. thoughts of steve went through your mind and although you didn’t really know steve, you felt protective over his title being shared with anyone else other than sam. bucky had told you the whole story with his own added opinions and you were patiently waiting for sam to take up the shield, agreeing with bucky that sam was the perfect man for the job.
“no you’re not.” you say and everyone looks toward you. “you’re john walker, and the only thing you are captain of is the U.S. army’s 75th ranger’s regiment.” the four men continued to stare at you.
“you did your homework?” he asked, laughing nervously, no sense of superiority lingered in his tone after your comment.
“i did my research.” you corrected, twisting the knife you had put in his ego with an equally condescending tone. bucky’s mouth was open as you smiled an innocent smile at john, causing his jaw to clench in anger.
“stop the car!” bucky shouted over the loud engine. the car came to a halt and bucky jumped out while you gladly followed him. as your feet landed on the gravel you walked away. bucky watched you but hung back, waiting for sam to follow. after a few more exchanged words, he stood up and joined bucky on the road as john and lemar took off.
“she is so strange.” sam starts while laughing. “i love it.” he finishes and bucky laughs with him.
“yeah.” he responds as he watches you bend down to pick up a daisy from the grass. his eyebrows crease together as he watches your calm actions despite what just went down.
you were in the kitchen, pottering about with headphones on when bucky left his room to venture out for a midnight beverage. you hadn’t spoken to either sam or bucky since the confrontation with john out of fear that you had overstepped and said too much, causing conflict where they didn’t need it.
“hi.” he mouths when he sees you. you smile at him, taking the headphones out and pulling yourself onto the counter. “you should get some sleep.” he comments and you just stare him down as he pours a glass of water. when you don’t say anything to him, his eyes dart to you.
“i’m sorry if i crossed a line before.” you say in an almost silent squeak but bucky hears you loud and clear.
“with john?” he asks and you hum in response. “i have to admit.” he starts, taking a sip before putting the glass down. he leans on the stone island and looks you over before continuing. “i was very suprised.” your lips pulled together into a small smile recalling how you silenced walker.
“i shouldn’t have said anything.” you say, fingers wringing together in an anxious response to the conversation.
“really?” he questions. “it was very bad-ass.” he comments with a huge grin and head tilt making you laugh again.
“it was silly.” you correct. “i let him get to me.” you confess, voice getting louder in volume the more comfortable you become. “he is so irritating.” you comment and bucky smiles in understanding, trying not to laugh too loudly.
“i know, doll, he is.” he agrees. “but hey, you stood up for yourself, you can’t be too disappointed, in fact you should be proud.” he says. you never thought of it like that and the thought eases your thoughts.
“can i ask you a question?” he asks and you nod your head. “why don’t you speak to us much?” he asks. you swallow and exhale through your nose, making bucky shift in his spot while he awaits some sort of answer. “you don’t have to talk about it, sorry, it’s fine.” he says.
“i just don’t.” you say. “it’s like, i feel better just observing instead of getting involved.” you explain, bucky folds his arms over his chest. “i like to hear other people talk rather than hear myself.” you say.
“well, i like it when you talk to me.” he says.
“yeah?” you respond and he nods enthusiastically, eyes softening. you nod with him until he stops and you both laugh.
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summary // bucky and alpine enjoy their solitude, but the girl across the hall is slowly creeping into their hearts. (bucky x fem!reader)
words // 7.4k
warnings // diverges from canon & no major spoilers.
notes // just thousands of words of fluff bc that’s all i know how to write. maybe one day i’ll venture into anything else. fluffy bucky has my heart
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The first time you knock on Bucky’s door Alpine wanders over curiously.
Bucky stares at the door silently urging you to go away. You knock again and Alpine begins to paw at the door before meowing loudly, which makes Bucky groan. “I’m coming.” He calls as he stands from the couch. He pauses the movie playing on his television, something ridiculous that Sam had insisted on. Alpine meows again and Bucky can hear you laugh through the door.
He pulls on a hoodie that’s laying on his counter and stuffs his left hand into the front pocket. When he pulls the door open you smile brightly. “James!”
The two of you had met briefly when Bucky had originally moved into the building. You had smiled the same bright smile in the elevator and offered up your name easily. Bucky had smiled tightly in return and told you his full name, a habit he had yet to break, and he deeply regretted it. Every time you passed in the hallway you called out a cheery James despite Bucky’s corrections.
“It’s Bucky.” He mutters. Your eyes move over his shoulder and Bucky watches as you take in his very undecorated and barely furnished apartment. Bucky didn’t mind how seemingly empty his place was. He wasn’t home a lot and nobody but Sam spent time with him. Sam might think it was time to add barstools and a spice rack, but Bucky was content with how things were.
Your attention is pulled to Alpine as he peeks out from behind Bucky’s legs. “And who are you?” You ask quietly as you squat down to meet his eyes. You hold a cautious hand out and Alpine only stares. You wait for a moment before he turns and moves back into the apartment.
You don’t seem to take it to heart though. You laugh as you stand up. “He takes after his dad, huh.” There’s a teasing glint in your eyes and Bucky should be offended but the comment actually makes him smirk.
“His name is Alpine.” Bucky says monotone as he watches you rock back and forth on your feet. “Did you need something?”
“Oh!” Your eyes light up as if you had completely forgotten your reason for coming here in the first place. “I need salt! Do you have any?” Your eyes move behind him again as if you’re now suddenly worried the answer won’t be yes.
“I have salt, yes.” He doesn’t move from his spot and only stares down at you. Your eyes flicker around the hallway before you smile nervously. “Can I have some?” You ask quietly.
Bucky nods and makes his way into his kitchen. He expects you to stay and wait in the doorway, but he hears the door shut behind you.
“Didn’t want him to get out.” You say as you lean against his counter. Bucky’s a little put off by your brazen personality, but you don’t seem to notice his discomfort. “How long have you lived in DC?” You ask as Bucky moves to pull the salt out.
“How much do you need?” He asks instead of answering.
“Not much! A couple teaspoons.” Bucky’s stoic attitude doesn’t seem to deter you at all. He glances around the bare kitchen before deciding to just give you the shaker.
“I don’t have anything to put it in, just make sure to return it eventually.” He shrugs as he slides it over to you. You grasp it in your hand but make no effort to move. Bucky sighs. “And I’ve lived here for a couple years now. I… I moved here after the Blip.”
He wonders briefly if you know who he is. He’s not sure what happened in the years of the blip, if his name had been marked on one of those memorials. That had been before his pardon, so he assumes not. He wonders if Steve’s exhibit had been changed. He hadn’t been back since before the blip. Was he still in it? Had they changed it or was Bucky Barnes still dead in America’s eyes? His eyes find yours and then he wonders if you did know who he was, were you worried?
You seemed fine around him. He hadn’t seen any recognition on your face when he had introduced himself all those months ago. A frown tugs at your lips. “Were you…” You trail off but Bucky knows the question.
Bucky nods tightly and you take a step away and move towards his door, like you know he’s reached the limit on sharing personal details for the night. “Me too.” You finally say when your hand lands on his door knob. You pause. “It’s weird. Right? Coming back to a completely different world?”’
“Yeah.” He nods. You have no idea, he thinks. He had just begun to figure out how to live free again and then he was gone. And when he came back, he was thrust into battle then lost Steve to a world Bucky was no longer a part of. “It’s weird.”
You smile apologetically. “Thank you for the salt, James.” You say quietly. His eyes flash to yours but your face doesn’t give much away.
He nods and the door slams shut. Alpine comes trotting out and rubs against Bucky’s shins. “Yeah, she’s weird.” Bucky reaches down to softly pet Alpine’s back. “Pretty though, huh?”
Alpine pushes against his hand and Bucky takes that as agreement enough.
Bucky liked helping Sam down at the VA. Handing things out, setting things up, and talking with veterans gave Bucky a sense of something. It gave him something to do when Sam and him weren’t away on missions.
And he got to spend time with Sam. While it was something he would never admit to the man, he enjoyed his company. Sam had slowly become Bucky’s best friend. Not that Bucky really had any other close friends.
“Thanks for helping out today.” Sam smiles as Bucky leads him through the hallway towards his apartment. “But you know, you can just come for a meeting. To talk.”
Bucky nods. He did know that, really. But Bucky was okay with listening for now. Maybe one day he would share some of his story, but helping out now was helping him.
Bucky stops short in the hall when he notices something sitting outside his door. He throws an arm out that Sam slams into. “Jesus, what…” He trails off when he notices what Bucky had seen.
There’s a small brown box sitting on the ground. “Stay here.” He murmurs as he begins to move towards the object. Sam gives Bucky a look before following behind him. “Or not.” He glares. Both men kneel down in front of the box. There’s not much that gives anything about what’s in the box away, just his name written in fancy script.
He reaches a hand out to touch it when the sound of your door opening makes him second guess and pull away. You were a little weird, but he didn’t want to blow you up.
“James!” Him and Sam look over at you as you lock your door. You’ve got a red apron wrapped around your waist and your bag is slipping off your shoulder. Before Bucky can say anything like be careful, you furrow your brows at the men. “What are you doing? Do you not like cookies?”
“Cookies?” Bucky asks as he glances down at the box again. Sam has already stood up and straightened out, but he’s still kneeling in front of the door. He can hear Alpine pawing at it, no doubt having heard Bucky’s voice, and he feels a little ridiculous now. “It’s Bucky.” He adds on now that he knows it’s not an explosive sitting in front of him.
You nod slowly with a confused smile on your face. “Cookies. I made a bunch so I packed up the extra for you. When I knocked nobody answered so I left them, I wasn’t sure if I’d be home when you got back.”
Bucky feels heat rise to his cheeks. He hastily picks the box up and stands. Sam laughs loudly and Bucky glances at him coldly. “Thanks.” He says quietly.
You rock back and forth on your feet again. Must be a nervous habit, Bucky thinks. “I also made some cat treats. For Alpine.” Bucky recognizes the nervous tone in your voice as you stare at the box in his hands. “Thank you. For the help.” You say before spinning on your heel. You freeze and turn again, this time your eyes land on Sam. “Nice to meet you, Captain America, sir.” You look like you’re thinking of throwing your hand up in salute, but instead you turn again and rush down the hall.
Bucky just stares after you until a muffled meow breaks his focus. He shakes his head before shoving the box into Sam’s hands and moving to unlock the door. “So.” Sam says with a poorly contained smirk as he follows Bucky inside. “She seems nice, James.”
Bucky groans before snatching the box from his hands. “She knows I go by Bucky, she just calls me that to mess with me… I think.”
“And she knows Alpine?” Sam kneels down to pet said cat, but he jumps away and hides behind Bucky’s legs. “Come on, Al. We’ve known each other since you were adopted.” Sam stands up and rolls his eyes at Bucky.
Bucky laughs softly at the cat. “She asked to borrow salt last night and kind of met him. Alpine didn’t really stick around to hang out with her.” He begins to open the box and notices a small note taped to the inside of the lid.
He pulls it off hesitantly. “What’s her name?” Sam leans against the counter and pulls a cookie out of the box.
“Y/N.” He says quietly as his eyes skim over the note.
Thank you for the salt. And the conversation. I hope you enjoy the cookies. I made some simple tuna treats for Alpine.
Step One in getting your cat to love me.
Bucky lays the note on his counter and looks into the box. His shaker is standing in the corner next to a small plate of cookies and a jar of what he assumes are the cat treats. Sam laughs and Bucky glances up to see him reading over the note. “Hey!” Bucky yanks it out of his hand and shoves it into one of the drawers in front of him.
“Getting Alpine and you to love her, she means.” He laughs again and Bucky rolls his eyes. “That’s cute. I didn’t know you had a little flirtationship going on.”
Bucky scoffs. “I don’t… What does that even mean? Did you see us in the hall? I don’t flirt with her.”
Sam reaches for another cookie. “Really? Just felt like that’s how you would flirt. And you blushed so…” He trails off with a smirk.
“I wasn’t blushing!” Bucky says defensively. He didn’t blush just because a pretty girl gave him cookies. He wasn’t in middle school. When Sam reaches for another cookie, Bucky yanks the box away. “Are you gonna order dinner or stand here and eat all of my cookies?”
Sam throws his hands up in mock surrender and pulls out his cell phone. “Hey. No need to get defensive. Maybe it was just hot in the hallway.” He moves into the living room and flings himself onto the small couch.
Bucky scoffs and looks down at Alpine, who has made himself comfortable at Bucky’s feet. “I wasn’t blushing.” He says quietly to the cat. Alpine just blinks. Bucky pulls a treat out of the small jar and holds it out to him. “You know I wasn’t blushing.”
The next time Bucky sees you, it’s him at your door. He’s got a clean plate in his hand and is decidedly not nervous as he waits for you to answer.
He lifts his hand to knock again when the door swings open. You’re standing in nothing but a sweatshirt and shorts that barely peek out from beneath it. Bucky swallows and forces his eyes up from your legs to your face.
He gives you an apologetic smile when he sees your raised brows. “James.” You smile kindly as you lean against your door frame. “What can I do for you?”
“Bucky.” He says automatically. He holds the plate out and notices your eyes catch on his gloved hands. “Figured you might want this back. I washed it.”
You take the plate from his hands. “Thank you.” Bucky doesn’t move from his spot in the hallway. He’s not really sure why because he’s done what he needed to do. He just wanted to enjoy your presence, he assumes. You had begun to grow on him and your cookies were really good. Or maybe he had always kind of liked you.
“Do you want to come in?” You ask. There’s an inviting smile on your face and he almost says yes. He wants to say yes. But he didn’t want to leave Alpine alone, he had already been gone for most of the day.
Bucky gives you an apologetic smile. “I would… But I don’t want to leave Alpine alone.” You nod with a soft smile and Bucky watches for a moment before taking a step back.
“I’ll just…” He points over shoulder at his door. He turns and starts the short walk to his door.
You laugh quietly. “Have a good night, James.”
“Bucky.” He corrects. He takes a deep breath and turns to face you again. You’re still standing in your doorway watching him amused. “Do you want to… You can come to mine instead?”
Your small smile transforms into something bright and excited as you nod. “That would be great. Let me grab my keys.” You hold a finger up and disappear into your apartment.
As soon as you're out of sight Bucky slumps against the wall. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He thinks. His living room is bare except for the small, shitty couch Sam had persuaded him into buying. That and a lamp on an Ikea side table and his television.
He imagined your living room was much homier. Probably decorated to fit your aesthetic and cozy. What would you think of his place? What did you think? You couldn’t mind it too much if you agreed to come, right?
His nervous train of thought is disrupted when he hears your door slam shut. Bucky watches as you lock your door quickly. “Lead the way!” You look at Bucky with teasing eyes.
Bucky smiles hesitantly as he turns towards his own door. When he opens it, he finds Alpine laying on the back of the couch and he stares confused at Bucky and the new addition to the apartment.
“You remember Alpine.” Bucky says with a small smile as he beckons you further into the apartment. “It’s not much-“
“-It’s nice.” You cut him off. You’ve got a genuine smile on your face and Bucky begins to wonder why he had ever been nervous. You’d always been kind, he couldn’t imagine you having anything rude to say. “Hi, Alpine.” You say quietly as you step cautiously towards the couch.
Bucky watches as Alpine looks up at you equally as cautious. “Nice to see you again. I hope you like the treats.” At the word, Alpine perks up and looks at you intrigued.
Bucky quietly pulls a couple treats out of the jar. He moves as subtly as he can in order to avoid shifting Alpine’s attention. “Here.” He slips a treat into your hand. “See if he comes to you.”
You hold the treat out in front of you and Alpine sniffs the air. You don’t say anything, like you know trying to coax the cat to you might spook him. Alpine seems to appreciate it and moves towards you slowly. He snatches the treat from your hand before dashing away. He disappears down the hallways, but you don’t seem to care because you spin around to face Bucky with a happy smile.
“Did you see that?” You laugh. Bucky swallows and nods. Briefly he thinks you have a beautiful smile before shaking the thought off. You take a seat on his couch and pull your legs up underneath you. “I’ll be his favorite in no time.”
Bucky snorts. “I’m sure.” He says sarcastically. He sits next to you on the couch and moves to hand the remote to you. He lets a small smile be directed at you as he watches you make yourself comfortable in his home. It’s not much, but you seem to fit right in.
When your eyes land on his gloved hands again, he thinks you’re gonna ask for a reasoning behind them. He’d have to come up with a poor excuse, not wanting to share the truth yet. But your eyes move from his hands to his face and you take the remote with a smirk. “You ever seen Legally Blonde?”
And, well. That’s that.
The next time you and Bucky see each other, it’s in passing. He’s going out as you’re coming in. There’s a grease stain on your shirt and your red apron is barely stuffed into your purse.
Bucky hesitates for a moment. “Hey.” He says quietly. You spin around and slam backwards into your door. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” He takes a cautious step towards you. His eyes trail over your face, your eyes are red and he can tell how exhausted you are.
“It’s okay.” You say quietly. You take a few calming breaths. “I was in my head. It was a rough night.”
Bucky leans against the wall next to you. “Wanna talk about it?” He’s grown so used to you just stopping to chat that this tense silence feels wrong. Normally he wouldn’t even have to prompt you, he would listen as you just launch into a story easily.
You trail your eyes over his outfit. “You look like you’re headed out.”
Bucky shrugs and doesn’t move from his spot. “Just a recap then. I have time.” He’s not sure what’s inspired him to do this. But he thinks it has something to do with this newfound fondness to your bright personality. He wants it back.
You take a deep breath and nod. “Come in for a glass of water? Then I’ll let you go.”
Bucky sighs in relief. “Sounds perfect.” He follows you into the apartment. It’s different from his. Bright, like you. You’ve got posters hanging neatly on the wall your tv is against. Plants sitting by your window. A large couch and soft rug. “Nice place.” He comments as he moves to sit on one of your barstools.
You laugh softly. “Thanks.” You drop your purse onto the counter and turn to pull two glasses out of the cupboard. “Where are you headed? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Bucky glances at the time on your stove. “Oh… I help my friend out with meetings at the VA. I was headed to help him set up.”
You slide a glass of water towards him. “You’re a vet?” He takes it with an appreciative smile. “I didn’t…” You shake your head. “Thank you.”
Bucky shakes his head. “I’m not…” He trails off unsure of how to explain his status to you. Did you really not know who he was? “Tonight's topic is you.”
You roll your eyes and lean back against the counter. “Have you ever just had a bad day? Where nothing seems to go right?” Bucky nods and you sigh. “My master’s thesis, I’ve been working on it for months, I got back my draft today from my advisor and he tore it apart. Had a good cry about that. Got called in early to work, I need the money so I said yes. The diner was busy and we were short staffed. To top it off, my last customer of the night was a douche. He hit on me all night. When I told him no to getting my phone number, he threatened to take my tip away.” You laugh bitterly as Bucky sits in silence, listening intently. “And then when I walked away, he tried to grab me. So… Stellar night over all.”
“Want me to kill him?” The words are out of Bucky’s mouth before he can think. He couldn’t imagine being forced to be nice to somebody who was just harassing him all night. In fact, he knows he wouldn’t be. And he knows you certainly didn’t deserve treatment like that.
You let out a shocked laugh that turns into a full blown laughing fit. Bucky lets out an awkward chuckle as he watches you shake.
“That’s…” You trail off and Bucky notices tears gathering in your eyes. “That’s really sweet.” You say wetly.
“Hey.” Bucky stands up and takes a step towards you. He pauses, unsure of what to do, but when you start to shake again, this time with tears, his decision is made. “Hey. You’re okay.”
He pulls you into him and you come easily. You wrap your arms tightly around his waist and rest your head against his chest as you let it out.
Bucky rubs your back and tries his best to calm his rapidly beating heart. He hopes you can’t hear it because he’s sure it would break any kind of aura of nonchalance he had created.
He glances at the time again. He really has to go. The meeting was starting soon and he’s sure Sam is worried about where Bucky is. He pulls back slowly, not wanting to let go.
You look at him with sad eyes. “I’m so sorry. I have to go.” You nod dejectedly and take a step back. You don’t go too far, both of your hands still clinging to his jacket. “Can you watch Alpine?” He rushes the words out and he knows there’s a light blush rising to his cheeks. He just wants to make you feel better and he really does hate leaving his cat alone.
You furrow your brows. “What?”
“I mean.” He takes a hurried step back suddenly aware of you still wrapped in his arms. “I hate leaving him alone. And… You look like you could use some furry company.”
A slow smile spreads across your face. “Are you saying your cat likes me?”
“No.” Bucky laughs. “But you are the only other person he doesn’t completely hate.”
“I would love to watch Alpine.” You take a few rushed steps out of your kitchen. “I’ll change and head over.”
Bucky lets out a relieved breath and nods. “Good. Cool. I mean-“ He shakes his head. “-my spare key is on top of my door. You don’t have to do anything but hang out with him. Don’t expect cuddles though, I’m not sure you’re on that level yet. Don’t give him too many treats.”
You’re nodding like his instructions are even the smallest bit important. “I have to go.” Bucky says ago and takes another step towards the door. “I’ll see you later.”
You nod and take off down your hall. Bucky lingers by your door for a moment.
“Wait!” You yell and come rushing out again. Bucky freezes and turns to look at you. “Thank you…James.” You smile brightly before spinning around again and disappearing.
Bucky smiles to himself as he leaves. The bright was back.
When Bucky gets home he’s more nervous than when he left. His palm is sweaty and all that’s on his mind is Sam’s constant teasing.
Bucky didn’t have a crush. He just… Liked having you around. That didn’t mean he wanted to date you. Maybe he did think you were pretty. And sure when you had let him hug you earlier it had made his heart race.
But it wasn’t a crush. Bucky was too old to have a crush. He takes a deep breath before opening his door. He can hear a movie playing softly before he even looks up.
“Hey.” You say quietly from where you’re laying on his couch. You sit up hastily with an embarrassed smile. Alpine is laying on the chair across from you. “We’re friends!” You point to the sleeping cat.
Bucky nods. “He actually stayed in the same room as you all night?” He asks doubtfully.
You frown, but there’s a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. “Maybe not all night. But he came out like an hour ago. I think he gave up on waiting for me to leave.”
You pat the spot next to you on the couch and Bucky moves as quietly as he can. “How was your night? Do you feel better?” He looks you over. You looked less tired and from the blankets piled on his couch it looks like you had taken a nap.
You nod. “A lot better… Thank you. I really appreciate you letting me hang out with your cat.” You look up at him with a nervous smile. “He’s just like you. You two were made for each other.”
Bucky glances at Alpine. “What does that mean?”
You poke Bucky’s leg with your socked foot. “Hard exterior, secretly wants to be best buds with me.”
Bucky snorts and gently shoves your foot away. “My secret plan has been outed. Make the girl from 4B my best friend.” You laugh and move to tuck your feet under his leg. It’s silent for a moment, and Bucky knows you’re watching him so he busies himself with watching Alpine.
“Hey…” You trail off waiting for Bucky to turn his attention to you. “I don’t want to upset you or anything.”
“That’s always a good start.” Bucky says nervously as he focuses on you. Your hands are fidgeting in your lap as you watch him. “What’s wrong?”
You shake your head quickly. “Nothing’s wrong! I just… Promise you won’t be upset with me?” Your eyes are pleading and Bucky can feel himself get anxious. What could you be so nervous about?
“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly. You don’t say anything, so Bucky swallows hard. “I promise.” He nods slowly.
“Okay.” You take a deep breath. Bucky watches your eyes shift around the room before landing on his hands clenched together in his lap. “I thought I recognized you. Like, your name is so familiar and then when I saw you with Captain America…”
Bucky looks down at his hands and nods. He knew where this was going. “I…” He trails off.
“I looked you up.” You rush the words out. Your voice is small and Bucky feels any hopes he had for this friendship shatter around him.
“I don’t… I’m not any of those things anymore.” Bucky cringes. His leg is shaking anxiously, but he just can’t get it to stop. He can’t even get himself to look up from his gloved hands, didn’t want to see the fear or disbelief that would be painted across your face.
Your toes poke at his thigh again and it forces Bucky to look over at you. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you watch him, but there’s no trace of fear or anger, you wear the same kind smile that you always did.
“I know that.” You whisper softly. Your eyes move past him and Bucky follows your line of vision to Alpine, whose bright eyes are staring at him. Bucky smiles gently at the cat as he stretches out and hops off the chair. Alpine rubs against Bucky’s shins, a welcome distraction from the impending conversation. Your feet curve upward to poke Bucky in the leg again. He looks up hastily at the gesture. “When I asked if you were a vet earlier, why did you say no?”
Bucky purses his lips to think. The truth was he wasn’t at all sure how to explain everything to you. He didn’t have to explain things to Sam or Steve, they knew. “My war was a long time ago.” He settles on saying.
“That doesn’t make you any less a veteran.” You say firmly. “And there’s not much online about the Winter Soldier-“ There’s ringing in Bucky’s ears as the words come out of your mouth. What had you found? And what were you thinking?
“Hey.” You lean over and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “There’s not much online, but I didn’t read what there was because I knew that it was your story to tell me. When you’re ready.”
Bucky inhales sharply as you look at him with curious eyes. “I… I did a lot of bad things. I… I worked on making amends and I… I was pardoned.” He pleads with you like he’s sure you’ll walk out if you know everything.
“Okay.” The word is quiet and your hand is still resting on his shoulder. “You don’t have to tell me anything. I just wanted you to know that I’m your friend. Even with your super cool secret identity.”
Bucky laughs at that. “It’s not a secret if you use your real name.”
“Ah! You agree? We’re friends?” You say with a smirk. “Does that mean I get to see the super cool metal arm that’s always been covered around me?”
Bucky shakes his head, but laughs. “Not yet.” You’re watching him carefully so he gives you a small smile. “I would say we’re friends though, yeah.”
Suddenly, you’re always there.
When Bucky has missions with Sam, you check in on Alpine for him. His spare key has moved from above his door to your keychain.
You’ll come over with treats when he gets home from the VA. (Bucky likes to think you check for him when you hear the heavy footsteps in the hall and that’s why you’re always there right after he gets home.)
He’ll bring dishes back whenever he sees you get home. (He does check the peephole when he hears footsteps.)
You send him pictures of Alpine when he’s away. Alpine who still won't cuddle with you or even touch you, but who lays in the same room and has recently started allowing short pets. He sends you pictures of Sam and cities they’re in.
And tonight, while he’s in New York, you’ve sent him a picture of you in his bathroom mirror with Alpine sitting pretty on the counter.
He’s not supposed to be up there.
All he gets is another picture in return, this time you have a thumbs up and Alpine is still on the counter. Bucky smiles. Sam notices.
“Your girlfriend texting you?” He teases.
Bucky scoffs. “She’s not my girlfriend… She just watches Alpine for me sometimes.” He looks back down at his phone. Nice. He sends back before stuffing it into his pocket and looking back at the man.
Sam nods slowly. “Right. She just watches Alpine sometimes. And hangs out with you when she’s free. Don’t forget the treats she makes you and Alpine.” Sam lists off casually as he looks down at his fingernails.
Bucky feels an embarrassed heat crawl up the back of his neck and looks down at his feet. “We’re friends. She’s a good friend.”
When he looks up, Sam doesn’t have a teasing smile, but instead a genuinely happy one. Bucky thinks that this one is somehow worse when Sam grips his shoulder firmly. “I’m glad you have such a good friend, Bucky. Someone outside this super hero business.”
Bucky nods and swallows the lump in his throat. “Yeah. Thanks, Sam.”
“I’m serious, Bucky. You deserve it.”
Bucky gives him a grateful smile unable to say anything else.
Bucky creeps into his apartment at four in the morning. It’s quiet, like usual, but Alpine isn’t sitting on the couch like he normally does when Bucky isn’t home.
“Al?” He calls out quietly. The logical part of him is aware that Alpine may have fallen asleep in his bedroom, or underneath a piece of furniture. But there’s another part of him that panics at the routine being broken.
Alpine was always there to greet him.
Bucky would rather be safe than sorry. “Al.” He whispers again, already reaching for the knife strapped to his ankle. He bends slowly and lifts his pant leg as he scans his eyes under the couch and coffee table in search of the cat.
He stands with the knife in his hand and moves slowly down his hallway. His bedroom door is ajar, Bucky takes a deep breath before pushing it open all the way. Alpine blinks at him from the edge of his bed. The knife slips from Bucky’s hand as he stands, shocked in the doorway. You’re asleep. Asleep on the bed that he never used.
The knife clattering against the ground stirs you from your sleep and your eyes widen when you notice Bucky standing there.
“Hey!” Your voice is raspy and low. You rub your eyes and Bucky can only stare at your half-asleep form. “I… I thought you were going to be gone until tomorrow night.”
He nods. “Yeah. I mean, we got things done sooner than expected.” He explains. You lean over to flicker the light next to you on. Bucky doesn’t recognize the pillow sitting behind you or the blanket that’s thrown over your legs, he thinks you’ve brought them over from your apartment. You must have because his pillow and blanket was sitting folded in his linen closet waiting for the next time he camped out on the floor or the couch.
You smile apologetically. “I’m sorry. I… I got tired of falling asleep on the couch.” You whisper. “And Alpine lays with me on the bed.”
Bucky hastily shakes his head. “No! It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize. I should’ve told you to sleep in the bed. I didn’t even think of it.” I don’t really sleep in the bed. He moves further into the room.
You scratch nervously at your cheek before freezing in action. He almost laughs at the annoyance that crosses your face. You had mentioned once that touching your face was a bad habit you had been trying to break for months. “I should go.”
“You don’t have to.” Bucky opens his dresser drawer in search of sweatpants. “Stay here. You’ve already got yourself set up. I’ll crash on the couch.”
You push the blanket off of your legs and Bucky has to force his eyes to stay on yours when he notices the already short shorts you’re wearing have ridden up your thighs from sleeping. “I can’t make you sleep on the couch, James. I’ll go!”
“You know it’s Bucky.” He stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “It’s fine.” He stresses. “I… I don’t really sleep in the bed anyways. The couch is better.”
Your eyes narrow. “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” He can tell you’re hesitant, but your rushed movements have paused. “My apartment is across the hall! I feel awful for invading your space like this already.”
Bucky sits on the edge of the bed and watches curiously as you shift to sit next to him. Both your legs are dangling off, almost brushing his, and Bucky feels warmer than he had all week. “Doll, I’m serious. Beds are weird for me. I haven’t had one in so long that sometimes they’re just too overwhelming for me to sleep in.”
He almost jumps when your head rests against his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t think of that.”
“It’s good to see somebody getting good use out of this bed.” He leans into you slightly. “My ma would have thrown a fit if she saw how much this bed was. 800 dollars for a mattress... 800 dollars back then is like, thousands now.”
You laugh softly. Bucky glances down again. Your eyes are closed and he thinks you’re almost asleep until you talk. “Do you… Would someone being there help you sleep in the bed?”
You don’t open your eyes and Bucky’s almost glad for that because he can’t look away from you. “I… I don’t know. It’s only been Al and I.” His eyes follow the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe slow and calm.
You finally look up. “You should stay with me. The couch isn’t comfortable to sleep on, I would know.” You elbow his stomach gently.
He nods before he can even think about it. “If… If you’re comfortable with it.” He whispers.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t. I promise.” You move away from him and Bucky already misses the warmth you radiate. “I’ll let you change.”
He leans against the bathroom door as soon as it’s shut behind him. “It’s okay.” He mumbles to himself. His nightmares had been getting better, but that didn’t mean they were gone entirely.
They probably never would be. And he knew he couldn’t let himself be afraid of the bed for the rest of his life. He had bought the bed. He just hadn’t expected his attempt at getting over the anxiety to be with you.
Why had he said yes? He thinks as he shakily slips his jacket off. He looks at himself in the mirror and sighs. It was a good question, why had he said yes?
He slips into his sweatpants and just stands in the bathroom. He couldn’t change his mind now.
Well, he could. He knew you would give him a kind smile and reassure him that he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to. You were just that person. Kind and understanding and holding no judgement.
“Okay.” He takes a deep breath. “Okay.” He shakes his shoulders out and picks up his discarded clothes. He stops at the linen closet and pulls out his blanket and pillow.
You’re already wrapped up in your blanket again when Bucky comes back into the room. Alpine has moved to lay the floor in front of his bed. You smile sleepily at Bucky. He feels himself smile back. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
(When his eyes crack open the next morning he finds Alpine curled at his feet and you curled into his side, he knows being with you wouldn’t be bad. It’s the first time he lets himself think maybe this really is a crush.)
So, Bucky has a crush. Which is a little ridiculous because he’s over a century old and having a crush is so high school, but it’s there. When you smile in the hall and butterflies rush through his stomach or when his chest warms at a picture you’ve sent of you and Alpine. It’s so obviously there.
“What are you staring at?” Your voice shakes him when he realizes he’s been staring at you this entire time. You’re sitting next to him on the couch, so close your legs are touching. “Do I have something on my face?” You reach a hand up to your cheek.
Bucky shakes his head hastily. “No. Sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts.”
“Penny?” You ask softly and Bucky furrows his brows in confusion. “Penny for your thoughts.” You clarify quickly.
He thinks the smile that appears on your face is bashful and it makes Bucky feel just a little more confident. Maybe he made you as nervous as you made him.
“You’re really pretty.” He says suddenly. Your eyes widen and you look away nervously. A hand scratches at the back of your neck and Bucky bites down on his lip as he watches you. Not exactly how he hoped that would go. “I mean… I was just looking at… how pretty you were.” He cringes at the words as they come out of his mouth.
He used to be so much smoother than this, he thinks. He remembered having a new girl on his arm every week and a friend of theirs for Steve.
Alpine meows loudly and Bucky just knows the cat is laughing at him. “Thank you.” You finally say quietly. “I… I didn’t think you thought that about me.”
“‘Course I do.” He says equally as quietly. “Always thought you were pretty.” He glances at you and smirks, “Even when I thought you were weird too.”
You gasp and turn to look at him. “You thought I was weird?”
Bucky laughs and nods. “After you came in the middle of the night for salt? A little. And the fact that you keep calling me James when I’ve told you it’s Bucky.” He raises an eyebrow.
You smile brightly. “You introduced yourself as James. Why would I call you anything else?”
Bucky presses his tongue to his cheek as he tries not to laugh. “Yeah. I’ve regretted that every day since. Nobody’s called me James since the forties.”
You scoff. “I find that hard to believe.”
Bucky looks away. “Well for decades I was referred to as soldat.” He glances down at his hands. He’d stop wearing his gloves around you after you’d spent the night, even told you a little of his story the next morning.
Sam thinks your relationship is weird. You spend the night sometimes and both of you find time to spend together when you can. It’s like you’re dating, but Bucky knows it’s not really like that. He thinks you both bring a sense of calm to one another.
He’s not sure how to shift that, or if you would even want to, into a relationship. He glances back at you with a tense smile. “Steve always called me Buck. Sam calls me Bucky. Last person to call me James was probably my mother.”
“I’m sorry… I never meant to-'' You take a deep breath like you’re preparing yourself for what you're going to say next.
Bucky shakes his head. “It’s fine. I’m not trying to make you feel bad, I was just pointing it out.” He tries to smile reassuringly.
“I was just trying to flirt.” You say so quickly the words sound jumbled together.
It takes him a moment to comprehend what you’ve said. “With me?” He points to himself. The words make his confidence rise exponentially. “You were trying to flirt with me?”
“With you.” You confirm with a slow nod. You start laughing, but it’s soft and happy. “Of course I was! I wanted you to remember me! How could I do that if I called you what everybody else does?”
“I don’t know. Anything else?” He laughs along with you. “I…” He shakes his head with a smile.
You both settle and Bucky hears you inhale sharply. “The salt to come see you and talk, the cookies and treats for Alpine… I’ve had this huge crush on you since you moved in.” You say softly.
Bucky nods, he could see it now. Then he starts laughing again. He feels you smack his shoulder. “I’m sorry… You… Sam said that those cookies and treats were you trying to get me and Alpine to like you.”
You roll your eyes at him. “Keen eye. He saw I was flirting.” You tease gently. “Does it… Does it bother you? Or change anything? The fact that I was flirting?” You ask softly and full of nerves.
Bucky smiles sweetly. “That depends. Do you still want to flirt with me?”
You narrow your eyes, but nod. “I don’t ask just any boy to sleep in the same bed as me.”
“Just me and Alpine?” Bucky nudges your knee with his. You nod softly and he inhales a deep, nervous breath. “It worked.” He says quietly.
You nudge his knee back. “It did?”
He turns to look at you again. You’re already looking up at him with hopeful eyes and Bucky feels his heart race. “Yeah. I like you a lot. I don’t... I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”
A smile breaks out on your face. “I like you a lot too.” You whisper, like you’re afraid anything louder will break the moment.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispers back. You nod excitedly and lean towards him. Bucky places a gentle hand on your cheek as shuts his eyes and leans in.
His chest warms when your lips press against his tentatively, like you’re both still nervous it’s not real. Your lips are soft and Bucky knows his own are chapped, but he feels you smile against him and can’t stop his own smile from overtaking his face.
You pull away, but you’re still close enough that your lips are brushing against his. He’s caught up in the moment staring at you when he feels something rub against his shin.
It makes you pull apart. Alpine is rubbing himself against both your legs and purring softly. Bucky presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Think you won both of us over.”
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notes // what do you do when your midterm is an essay & gave you a headache? write bucky barnes fanfiction. thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed it. ps i’ve seen some spelling mistakes promise to edit those in the morning!
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summary: you’ve had a small crush for the single dad next door, and a warm summer day can change it all
warnings: dilf!bucky, neighbour!reader, alcohol consumption (beer), cursing, smut(+18), grinding, oral, fingering, minors dni, mentions of a bad partner/s, some fluff ifyou squint, a really small spoiler of wandavision [wanda, and sam in this fic also] unspecified age gap (reader in mid/late twenties and bucky in late thirties/early forties)
a/n: hey! this is my first pic with a moodboard, tell me what you think about it, please. vita brevis: life is short
It was a really hot summer day, as you found your self under the shower for the second time of the day. You hated getting sweaty and sticky. Which was all the time since you were constantly moving around the house, instead of just laying down under the air conditioner.
You moaned when you felt the cold water hit your skin, eyes closed with the relief. You reached for your lime scented shower gel, clearing the sweat off of your skin. As you were rinsing yourself, you were hoping that day to get at least somewhat chilly. Otherwise you felt like you were going to drown in your sweat.
When you got out, wearing the smallest pair of shorts and the tank top you owned. Hair still damp, you were trusting the intense heat to dry it off. You filled yourself a cold glass of minted lemonade, while you were sitting down on your balcony. Hands were fanning yourself as your eyes were glued to the latest issue of Vogue. You were too bothered to focus on something more serious and you liked the photographs.
“Hi there.” You raised your head to the familiar voice. You looked up to see your lovely neighbour. His cheeks got pink from the intense heat of the day, a bit sweaty and wearing a loose white shirt. You could see his chest hair through the loose neck of it and his broad shoulders and thick muscles since the tshirt sticked to his chest from the sweat. Even one part of how good he was looking was enough to make you feel tingly.
“Hey, Mr. Barnes.” You smiled waving your hand to him. Thank god for urbanisation, if not you wouldn’t have your balconies so close, you could almost touched him if both of you leaned over, standing on the edges.
“Told ya, you can call me Bucky. I’m not that old yet kid.” You rolled your eyes to the nickname. You were afraid he was still seeing you as a kid, because of the age difference and your age was closer to his son’s rather than his, by a slight difference.
“And I’m sure I’m not a kid too.” You giggled.
“Sorry petal. I wanted to inform you that I’m intending to host a little party tonight, since my kid went away for the summer camp, I wanted to celebrate my freedom. I wanted to say sorry in advance if the music gets too loud to bare, my guests are just some old folks like me, and we’re likely to have some hearing problems.” He joked, pointing at his ear. You laughed at his joke.
You knew he was a single dad, since you saw different women come and go with a satisfied smiles on their faces. You could also hear them during nights which he forgot to close the windows. There were also some nights you spend thinking what would it be like, if you were one of them.
“You’re very much welcomed to drop by too. If you don’t get too bored with all the parent talk, though. But I can assure you there would be some nice beer and snacks.” He said, disturbing your thoughts.
“I’ll think about it.” You said politely when you got back inside. Not seeing how happy he was looking since you didn’t say no. Even though you didn’t say yes too.
You spent rest of your time for planning what to wear for the party. Trying to decide whether you’d be the cute girl next door, or the girl who would play in all of his wildest dreams.
“Wear something nice, even though it’s not a date, just a simple party in which you’re just walking to the building across. It doesn’t mean you can go without having style. Don’t dress lazy!” Your friend talked on the other line of the phone, couldn’t see how you rolled your eyes at her.
“I didn’t, I’m even wearing the dress you forced me to buy.” You groaned while polishing your toes. It was one of the best things that you could do that won’t make you sweat again.
“Oh, that’s too nice. How old was that guy again?” She asked, giggling. She hinted your crush.
“I don’t know, end of thirties beginning of forties. Doesn’t matter, he’s too hot to be a dad. Not mentioning he is a single dad.” She laughed at your answer.
“That sounds nice! I gotta go now, text me the details later, okay? Also wear a clean underwear.” She said before ending the call, she knew you’d text her the details eventually.
The dress wasn’t something too hot or too nice for attending a simple gather around party. But it looked really nice on you; complementing on your figure, so you thought why not. You also showered twice that day, wasting that amount of water better be useful in the end.
You didn’t know what to bring, so you hoped bringing yourself was enough. He also said it was a lousy party with music beer and snacks. Not like you were going to meet his parents.
You tried to ring the door bell, the first two times your finger was shaking, it didn’t even ring, and the third time you pressed it too hard you were afraid that you broke the poor thing.
“Oh, you’ve made it.” Bucky answered the door, smiling. He put on some blue coloured shirt, buttons are opened, making you look at his muscles.
“Yeah, I didn’t have a better thing to do.” He shook his head, waving his arm to invite you in.
The ‘party’ of it was with his close friends. Who were all tipsy to question your relationship and amount of closeness with him. It felt so natural as you were sitting down with them. Some of the eighties or nineties music playing in the background and table was filled with the bottles of beer and wine. It was too cozy, and they were like a family; quickly accepting you in.
They liked your jokes, even though you weren’t trying to be funny, and were serious about the things you’ve told them. But they were already too drunk to care, having a lower alcohol tolerance than you. Side affects of being a parent.
“I swear I was about to lose my mind when Billy came back home covered with finger paint.” Wanda said as she took a sip from her wine glass. “And now we have a white couch, covered with purple finger and butt stains in the garage. It’s also where I send my husband when he needs a little time for himself, to think what he had done wrong that time.”
It was a nice day, you were a bit tipsy from all the beer you have consumed. Unable to notice how close Bucky sitting next to you. His arm was casually hanging over the back of your chair, he was a bit leaned closer to you, while you were leaning back on your chair. You could feel his body heat on your shoulder. His rough fingers half an inch away to touch exposed skin of your shoulder. He was too close.
“Kids just love things that make stains.” Bucky added. You almost jumped at how close his voice was coming from, finally realising how close the two of you were. When you turned to take a look at him; you saw him looking down at you, winking as he took a sip from his beer.
You felt goosebumps, looking away from him to hide your faint smile. He was a bold one, and a smart one too. He knew how his actions affected you, he knew you liked it.
“Yeah man, it’s like they’re addicted to it.” Sam said.
You decided it would be nice to stay a bit more, after the party was over; to help him tidy the place. You had a huge black trash bag in your hand throwing the empty pizza boxes inside as he handled the empty beer bottles.
“You really didn’t have to stay for cleaning. I bet that you have better things waiting for you at home.”
“Nah. I’ve watched all the good movies on my Netflix. My only choices were helping a good neighbour to clean since he was a really nice party host, and watching Friends for the hundredth time.”
“Really, you think this was a good party?” He joked as he took the bag out of your hands and tied it up the place.
“Yeah, it was a good party.”
“Oh, now I’m thinking you’ve never been to a good party, but I’m glad you didn’t get bored of our conversations. In my defence I gave you a heads up.” He said as he placed the trash bag next to the others, signalling you to take a sit on one of the bar stools in the kitchen.
“It was nice, and I’ve been to good parties. This was one of them too. Not all parties have to have some DJ’s, people getting their asses drunk and ending up waking up in a stranger’s bed.” You explained as you watched him walk around the house. Watching those muscles work was definitely better than staying at home.
“If you say so. And waking up in a bed other than yours is not bad after all, that’s how I spent my twenties.” He said, smiling at the memories as you adored the crinkles around his eyes.
“Really? Because I hate it, I’m just looking for the fastest way to get out of there, even without looking at who’s sleeping beside me.” He walked towards the fridge to take out two more beer bottles.
“It could be because you’ve never woken up someone good enough to make you stay.” He said as he walked over to you, opening your beer as he handed over you one.
“So it’s my fault?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.
He shook his head. “No, it’s just bad luck. I’m sure you’ll find someone good enough soon.” He said as he took a sip, trying not to picture you in bed in his head.
“What makes you think I haven’t already.” You asked, cornering him.
“That guy who comes over to your place sometimes. I hear him but I’ve never heard you moan, peaches. Not even once. Do you know what that means?” Now he was the one who had you inside his palm.
“What?” You said as you looked at the beer in front of you, rather than his eyes. Fingers playing with the label of it.
“It means—“ He said as his hand cupped your chin, making you look at him in the eyes. “— that you were too good for him, when he was really just a lucky bastard.”
“Maybe I’m just a silent person, and he is a loud one.” He laughed at you, shaking his head.
“There is never a silent one in bed, however there are ones who does not even know where the clit is.” You were almost going to choke on your beer.
“You’re right, there are bad ones out there.” You approved him as you placed your beer on the table. Trying not to get too drunk, because you were sure you were already passed the stage of tipsy. “And maybe I’m always picking the bad ones, since the good ones are hard to find.”
“Not that hard.” He shrugged.
“Really? Are you the good one.” You smiled, pointing your finger to him.
“Oh, I’m a great one petal.” He said as he leaned over you. His breath hitting your face, the smell of beer making you smile. He cocked his head to the side. “The best one you could ever find, maybe.”
“Really?” You asked, as he nodded slightly. His eyes were fixated on your lips, thinking how soft they were looking. “Why don’t you prove it?” He didn’t even need one second to think as he pressed his lips to yours.
Kissing you hungrily as his hands went to your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss had nothing innocent in it, it was all teeth and tongue. He was walking you backwards to the nearest wall, not caring about the things you both bumped into along the way.
He knelt down as the two of you were kissing, you could taste the cold beer on his tongue and lips, his hands grasped the back of your thighs. Standing up so you could wrap your legs over his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.
His cold lips were around your neck, when you threw your head with the pleasure. He gently placed you on his unmade bed. His sheets were cold as his lips as he raised himself on his knees, looking at you lying down under him.
“You don’t have any idea how many times I imagined you, in this bed with me.” You gulped at his confession, fingers trailing down the line of his shorts.
“Can I guess?” You ask as you pull him down, his lips crashing yours as you both moan to the kiss. His hand curl around your neck, gently squeezing. A small whimper left your lips, your hips raised as you pressed your self to his bulge.
“You like this, don’t you petal?” He smirked as his lips traveled your cheek, his thumb brushed over your lower lip. You opened your mouth, for him to suck his salty digit. He groaned at how your lips engulfed his finger, tongue dancing around it.
He moved his hips towards your open legs, pressing himself to you, as your eyelashes fluttered. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me, my sweet girl?” He asked you as he took your hand in his, pressing it to his cock. You nodded, his finger still in your mouth.
“Good, because I’m about to make you even feel better.” He said, pulling out his lips as he discarded his shorts. You bit your lower lip when you found out he decided to went commando.
His hands roamed on your thighs, as he was nibbling on your neck, his stubble made you itchy but it felt nice. You moaned when his hands reached your thighs. “Impatient are we?” He whispered to your ear as he took it of, smiling at the wet spot on it.
“I think I’ll keep these...” He said, winking at you as he kissed your neck, hands sliding the dress off of you. Now you were just in a bra, and he still had his tshirt on.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I wanna keep something too.” You said as you sat upright, fingers pulling the cotton shirt over his head. You looked over his hairy and freckled skin. Fingers dancing around his torso. You kissed his skin, not minding the soft hair tickling.
His chest rose, when your lips lowered. You weren’t shy this time as you switched your places. You were on his lap, feeling his cock pocking. You kissed all over his chest, taking your time.
“Fuck, you’re such a tease petal.” He groaned, his hands holding your hips; pushing you down onto his cock. You moaned, eyes closing as he was right under you, cock nested between your folds. “So damn wet.” He said, making you move, you both started moaning as he found the perfect time to push himself onto you.
“Fuck!” You moaned, his lips crashing into yours. The kiss was heavy as the one before. Arms wrapped around him, hugging as his hand went to your hair, pulling it harshly.
He pulled you into his lap, by your hair. You were lying down on him as he was slowly fucking you. “So tight. If I didn’t know you, I’d say you’re a virgin.”
You smirked at him, placing your hands on his chest. “What makes you think you know me?”
His hand was on yours, brushing your fingers as he raised them to leave each one a slow kiss. “You leave your curtains open when you touch yourself moaning my name, petal.” You felt the heat rosing to your face, eyes blowing wide to his confession.
“I know who you are, when you think nobody’s watching.” He whispered to your ear, getting faster. You moaned when he thrusted you so deep, you felt like he almost tear you in half.
His hand went down, pressing his palm on your stomach. “Look at my good girl, can feel myself from here.” He said, chuckling.
He flipped the both of you, hands going back to your thighs as he held them up. Folding you in half. “Mmh.” You whimpered, pulling him closer to you by his neck. Licking his lips before kissing him.
He groaned, seeing you under him. “You feel so good petal, milking my cock like a good girl you are.” Your hands pulled the soft locks on the back of his neck, earning a moan from him. “He never fucked you like that, did he?” He asked, a smile forming on his lips as he kissed your exposed chest, teeth nibbling the soft skin.
“N—No!” You answered, feeling his lips close around your nipple. Your hands grabbed the white cotton sheets.
“You look so lovely, petal. A whimpering mess under me.” He said when he released your nipple, pinching it to earn another moan from you. “You like praises don’t you?” He said, smirking as you nodded, feeling your orgasm building up.
“Yeah, that’s my girl.” He said as he took the other nipple in his mouth, his hand reached for the headboard, holding onto it as his pace turned from fast to brutal.
“Oh, fuck! Bucky I’m going to cum!” You said, almost embarrassed by being on the edge so quickly.
You closed your eyes as you felt his fingers cupping your cheeks. He kissed you passionately. “Then, cum around me petal. Cum all around me like the good girl you are.” He said, not slowing down even a little bit.
Your back arched, pressing your warm body against his, as he was chasing down his orgasm. His arms were wrapped around your body to feel you close to him as much as possible. He pulled it out, cumming on your belly and chest.
“That was— something.” He said, cocking his head to the side. You could feel the heat wave crushing to your face again.
You tried to raise yourself, thinking he didn’t like it when he stopped you. Could read your worries on your face. “Something good, that I’ve never thought my old heart could handle it.” He said, smiling to you as he kissed your cheek.
“I’m not done with you yet. I want to show you one more thing, alright?” He said, before you could ask him what he meant by that he propped himself between your legs. He leant down, started to lick your folds.
“Oh my...” You whispered, hand going back to the pillow as he was vigorously licking your folds, and brushing the tip of his tongue to your clit. Making your back arch to the feeling.
You gasped as he pushed a finger inside you, slowly massaging your walls. “You taste so sweet petal.” He said, eyes sparkling when he dove back.
You wetted your lips, trying to say something, when he pushed the second finger; curling them inside you. He was getting faster, trying to push you on the edge again.
It didn’t take him long, since you were whimpering mess under him already, and still sensitive from the first. “F—fuck!” You swore when the second one hit you like a wave, eyes closing as the sweet euphoria washed over your body.
He kissed his way up, using the sheets to clean you. “That was something.” You said as his arms engulfed you, pulling you into his embrace.
He winked at you, as his face mocked a shocking expression. “Really? Something good right?” You smiled as you raised your head to kiss him on the lips.
“Yeah, something good.”
“You may wanna stay in the morning then, I can give you more of these things. Life is short you know? You may not come across things like that.”
“I think I will.” You said, as you buried your face on his chest, sighing as he pulled the thin covers on your tired bodies.
You felt the sunshine hurting your eye in the morning. You huffed as you rolled over to crush into the sleeping figure of Bucky. You looked at him in awe. The frown on your face turned into a smile when the memories of last night started come back to you. He looked even better in the morning, as you could see the greys scattered around his bread and hair. He didn’t look old, he looked charming.
He took deep breath, arm pulling you close to him as he sighed. “So you’ve really decided to stay ha?” He talked not opening his eyes as he rested his chin on your hand. “Yeah, I think I’ll stay. Life is too short, anyways.” You said, as you closed your eyes for one more time.
“Sure it is.” He mumbled under his breath, kissing the top of your head. “And I’m planning to show you all the good things that comes with it.” He added.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: You walk in on Bucky pleasuring himself.
Warnings: SMUT LMAO (18+), fluff, masturbation, unprotected sex
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You had gotten back from your mission a day early, for which you were grateful. It was strictly surveillance, which you were not the best at. You much preferred to storm a base with your team, guns blazing. Surveillance and undercover work stressed you out; there was a reason you never attempted acting.
You were sent with Natasha to investigate a black market arms dealer in Tokyo, at one of the bars in the city’s high rises. You had to show enough skin to get the buyer to want to get close to you, just a little — enough to maybe slip a few names in hopes of getting you in his bed later.
It was easier than you thought. You didn’t talk to him for more than an hour, all it took for him to spill where their next deal would take place was for you to pluck the cherry out of your cocktail and suck on the fruit while pushing your tits out.
Boys are so stupid.
You didn’t tell Bucky you were coming back a day earlier than expected, you wanted to surprise him. The only clothes you brought were pajamas and the cocktail dresses you were supposed to wear the next day; you were grateful that the meeting never took place, but unfortunately for you that meant wearing a skin-tight, white cocktail dress for over seven hours of flight time. Your stilettos didn’t make the flight any more enjoyable, either.
The quinjets flew faster than normal planes, but not fast enough.
Bucky texted you randomly, still trying to figure out how to operate an iPhone. About halfway through the flight, he texted you: Get home soon. I miss you.
Soon, you promised, the light of your phone illuminating your face in the dark cabin.
Not fast enough. I’m aching for you.
You bit down on your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. If Bucky was more tech savvy, he could track your phone to see that you were halfway back to Manhattan, but the poor guy could barely work the emoji keyboard. His aching would end much sooner than expected.
I know your pain.
The three dots indicating that he was typing floated on your screen for what seemed like ever. You often teased him about how he texted like a grandpa, which normally was cute, but not when you were trying to sext. Situations like these called for immediate responses.
Touch yourself, he replied.
Seriously? It took him three minutes to type two words?
You giggled at his response, and feeling bold, you responded: I’m super busy right now, you know. Can’t just drop everything and fuck myself.
Immediately, the three dots appeared on your screen. You thought about his reaction, about how he was probably caught off guard by your words. In bed, Bucky typically was the one to do the dirty talking, a role in which he took gladly. Talking like that felt wrong, taboo, which made it all the more exciting, even over iMessage.
Your breath hitched when his response finally came (four minutes and thirty-seven seconds later): a picture of his metal hand wrapped around his member.
Your mouth watered at the sight. You obviously knew just how big Bucky was, but there was something about his hand holding him like that that made your thighs clench together. You crossed your legs to relieve some of the pressure building.
“What the hell has gotten you so worked up?” Natasha asked, glancing up from the pilot’s controls.
“Nothing,” you answered quickly, turning the screen off of your phone.
Natasha just raised an eyebrow. “He sent you a dick pic, didn’t he?”
“The KGB really taught you everything, didn’t they?” You laughed, confirming any suspicion she may have had.
“Yup,” her lips popped on the ‘p’. “I’m gonna put this thing on autopilot. We’ll be back soon,” she nodded to you. “You’ll be able to do something about that picture in no time.”
Her eyes darted down to your crossed legs, which made you laugh once more.
You never answered Bucky’s text, preferring to give him a response in person.
You and Natasha finally got back around two in the morning. On the plane, you had planned on walking straight to Bucky’s room and having him fuck you on the dresser, but you were thoroughly exhausted. All you wanted to do was trade this tight cocktail dress and stilettos for sweats, Bucky’s henley that you stole, fuzzy socks and hit the hay.
After you bid Natasha adieu, you headed back to your apartment in Avengers Tower. You unlocked the door to your apartment and glanced at the door across the hall — Bucky’s door.
It was the middle of the night, and Bucky was probably asleep. You decided you would surprise him in the morning, lord knows that man already doesn’t get enough sleep as is.
You started unlocking the door to your apartment when you heard a noise coming from across the hall.
Soft grunts, heavy breathing, and then his low moan echoed in the vacant hallway.
The exhaustion that had been riddling your body and mind seemed to disappear with the mental image of Bucky rubbing one out thirty feet away from you. Quickly and quietly, you opened your door and dropped off your duffle bag.
You paused before you crossed the hallway to go over to him, and hurriedly took off your lace thong. It briefly got caught onto the heel of your high stiletto, but you were able to get it off and tossed it into your living room.
You shut your door as quietly as possible and tiptoed across the way to his door. You took a deep breath and went inside.
He sat on his sofa, thick thighs spread widely as he pleasured himself. He looked beautiful like that, and your sex throbbed at the sight.
As soon as you entered, his eyes shot open and his posture straightened. He released his grip on himself and grabbed a pillow, covering his lower half.
“Don’t stop on my account,” you laughed, and walked over to his living room.
“Jesus Christ. Don’t ever fucking do that again,” Bucky’s metal hand covered his face. “You gave me a heart attack!”
“It’s good to see you too, baby.” You walked behind the couch and planted a kiss on his forehead, moving the hair aside with your nails. His eyes fluttered shut at the contact. A light coat of sweat covered it, and you wondered how many times that night he pleasured himself in your absence.
He was still hard and tried to act like he wasn’t, failing miserably. He tried to act nonchalant while his eyes followed you across his living room, and suddenly you were grateful for the dress. The tight, white cocktail number stopped mid-thigh, and accentuated your body beautifully.
The sight of you definitely did not help his hard on.
You crossed his living room and sat at a chair across from the sofa. The Manhattan skyline flickered outside of the floor-to-ceiling windows next to his living space, the city being your only source of light.
You crossed your legs as you sat down. “I thought I told you not to stop.”
His cock twitched at your tone. Normally you preferred Bucky to take you in any way he saw fit, but not tonight. You were in charge tonight.
“Let’s do something else instead, baby,” he suggested, moving the pillow. You swallowed at the sight of him.
“Touch yourself, Bucky.” You leaned back in the armchair. “Fuck yourself and pretend it’s me.”
“Or, I could just fuck you,” he proposed. “Right now. On the balcony, let the whole world watch.”
You uncrossed your legs, and Bucky’s breath hitched.
Unabashedly, you showcased your bare pussy to him. His jaw dropped at the sight, and you suppressed a laugh.
“You’ll do what I tell you.” You snapped, and he obeyed.
Bucky spit into his hand as a lubricant and wrapped his palm around his cock. His chest was rising and falling as he resumed pleasuring himself again, and you clenched around nothing at the sight.
“Y/N,” he moaned when he saw your sex release. “Please.”
You spread your thighs wider and rested your chin in your palm. “Please, what, honey?”
His jaw clenched as you used his own words against him. He always made you beg for it in bed, and now it was payback time.
When he didn’t answer, you crossed your legs again, hiding yourself from him.
That snapped him out of it. “Please, touch me. Please.”
“Hmm.” You hummed and furrowed your brows, thinking about his request. “No, I don’t think I will.” You uncrossed your legs and let him look at you once more.
“Did you…” he breathed heavily, trying to get the words out. “Did you see the picture I sent you?”
“Yes.” Your eyes darted down to his metal hand, the same one in the picture, the same one that he was fucking himself with now. Your core clenched again.
A smile danced on his face as he looked down at your sex. “You are so turned on right now, my dirty girl. You’re soaking.”
His words stoked the fire inside of you. “Bucky, baby, you’re about to cum and I haven’t even fucking touched you. It makes me wonder…” your voice trailed off, and you leaned your head back on the seat. You pushed your breasts out, hard nipples straining against the white material of the cocktail dress. Your hands went to the back of your dress and you unzipped it.
Bucky moaned when you stood up, letting the dress fall to your feet. You were completely naked, besides the stilettos. His hand picked up its pace, fucking himself harder from the mere sight of you.
You laughed breathlessly at his reaction, at how close he was just from looking at you. “It makes me wonder how many times you’ve fucked your own hand and wished you were fucking me instead.”
He moaned again, louder this time. You stalked slowly across the living room and stood right in front of where he was on the couch. You leaned down, putting an arm on either side of his head, letting your breasts hang in his face.
“I know you missed me baby, I missed you too,” you promised, and his breathing became more erratic. “Just last night, I laid in that hotel bed and got off to the idea of you fucking me. Hard, just how I like it.”
“Y/N,” he sighed. He was almost there.
You leaned down further, and moved your left breast to his cheek. “I touched myself, but it just wasn’t the same,” you whispered, and Bucky took you into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around your hardened nipple, making your eyelashes flutter. His gaze never left yours as he sucked on you, which made the fire in your lower belly erupt into an inferno. Your soft sigh at his tongue was all he needed to finish.
He covered the both of you in him, claiming you as his. Bucky’s mouth let go of your breast and his body collapsed on the sofa, breathing heavily.
You swiped your pointer finger, collecting his juices. He watched you put your pointer finger into your mouth, sucking him off of you.
“Y/N, Christ. Don’t do that unless you want me to fuck you on that balcony.” Bucky panted, pupils dilated.
“Oh, you’re going to fuck me on that balcony,” you promised, setting yourself down on his lap. He couldn’t pick up his head, still recovering from his orgasm. “You’re going to fuck me and all of New York is going to watch.”
Your thumb traced across his lower lip as a lazy smile spread across his face. He liked that idea.
“Four.” He suddenly said, voice returning back to normal.
Your brows furrowed in confusion.
“How many times I jacked off while you were gone,” Bucky chuckled. “I missed you, baby.”
He leaned up slightly and pressed a wet, hot kiss to the base of your neck. You sighed at the contact, which just made him smile.
“I missed you too,” you told him honestly.
“You’re just sayin’ that ‘cause you want me to bend you over and pull your hair,” Bucky chuckled, eyes flickering down to your sex. You were still soaking, pressure building from how turned on you were. His words were slurring with desire.
“Not true,” you whispered, and ground yourself down on him slowly. He inhaled sharply, getting turned on already from your body on his. “That is an added bonus of being home, though.”
“Tell me.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Tell you what?” You feigned innocence, even though you knew exactly what he was about to ask you.
“How many times did you finger yourself, or rub yourself, or use your shower head to get yourself off, wishing it was me instead?” Bucky’s tone was thick with desire.
“Six.” You bit down on your lip. You left out the part where you did all three of those things, twice each.
“You’re insatiable,” Bucky brought his mouth to yours, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth. His hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, squeezing and kneading your soft skin. With ease, he stood up from the sofa, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
Without breaking the kiss, he walked over to the balcony. Bucky wrapped his metal hand around you and pulled you closer to him as his other hand opened the door.
It was a warm, summer night, and the cool breeze felt amazing against your skin. Car horns and drunk shouting could be heard from the city below, but none of that mattered. All you could see was him.
He set you down slowly, turning you around so you were holding onto the railing. You weren’t particularly a fan of heights, but you knew that Bucky wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. Besides, there was a four-foot glass railing the separated you from the open air.
Bucky bent you over and spread your legs so he could slip inside of you.
You always forgot how big and thick Bucky was. He filled you up and stretched your walls in the most delicious way, and you moaned when his hands squeezed your hips hard enough to hurt.
His pace was slow, he was taking his time. “I can feel you pulse around me,” he moaned as he coaxed in and out of you.
His thumbs drew circles on your lower back as he took you. It wasn’t like anyone could actually see either of you, but the idea of Bucky spreading you like this in front of the whole city turned you on beyond comprehension. You weren’t going to last very long.
Bucky’s metal hand travelled across your hip, and his fingers danced over your clit. You sighed as his cool fingers rubbed you, and in combination of him sliding in and out of you slowly made your legs shake.
You could feel your exhaustion returning. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, and Bucky kept reaching further and further into your core.
“Bucky,” you breathed, muscles shaking. He was close as well, loving the sight of you bent over in front of him, in front of Midtown. Anyone that could see you would know immediately that you were his. “I’m going to fall.”
His grip on your right hip tightened, and his left metal hand spanned across the front of your thigh, pointer finger still playing with your clit. “Don’t insult me. I’ve got you, baby.”
“Bucky,” you moaned again, feeling like you were going to pass out. Your forearms, which were resting on the top of the railing, were trembling.
“Cum for me, Y/N.” His cock hit your spot once again, and you rested your forehead on your forearm. “I’ve got you, honey. You’re not going to fall.”
He pounded into you once more, and that was it. You practically screamed his name as you reached climax, and he followed immediately after, filling every inch of you with him.
Bucky took himself out of you and pulled you up to his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you securely. Both of you were breathing heavily, trying to come down from your high.
He put his head on your shoulder and hugged you tighter. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” You turned your head back slightly to smile at him. He planted a kiss on your cheek in return.
“You’re tired,” he observed, and scooped you up into his arms, bridal style. “Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed, baby.”
You buried your head in the crook of his neck and breathed in, inhaling his scent. “Sounds good to me,” you responded, words slurring together. Your muscles were lethargic and laced with fatigue. It had been a long ass day. “I’m exhausted.”
“I can see that.” Bucky kissed your forehead and carried you into his bathroom. “It’s bedtime.”
He kneeled in front of you and helped you clean up, then he helped you step out of your high heels. He only left you alone for a second, just to fumble through his dresser to grab something for you to sleep in. He set one of his old t-shirts and a pair of boxers on the bathroom counter for you, which you took gladly.
Bucky pulled you to him as soon as you laid down on the bed, his arm snaking around your waist. Your back was to his front, and he kissed the back of your hair.
You figured he fell asleep, because no one spoke for a few moments.
“I always sleep better when you’re here,” he whispered, breaking the silence.
You grabbed his hand and kissed his palm. “Goodnight, Bucky.”
He sighed in response, and you fell asleep in his arms.
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summary love changed bucky.
pairing bucky barnes x reader
a/n i hope everyone’s doing well <3 not my gif
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“Nice suit, Buck.” Steve said as they waited for their teammates to arrive at the gala. Bucky was wearing an all black suit, his long hair in a bun.
“Thanks. y/n choose it for me, she has good taste.” Bucky said, a small smile forming on his face when he mentioned his girlfriend. Steve chuckled and shook his head.
Steve had seen Bucky as a child, as a charming young man, as a brave sergeant and even as the winter soldier. But he had never seen Bucky like this. He had never seen Bucky like how he is around you.
He could tell that Bucky was in love. Anyone who has seen you two together could tell. By the way Bucky looks at you like you are his everything, or how always touches you in public, a hand holding yours or an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders.
You always made him show a side of him Steve never saw. Bucky was protective, loving around you. “She makes me want to be a better man.” He had told Steve once.
You made Bucky happy. You made him happy, loving, gentle.
"Bucky! You are early." You said as you jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head in your hair.
"I couldn't leave my girl alone for that long, could I? I came early just for you, baby." You kissed him slowly, your lips were soft on his.
"I missed you so much, Bucky." You mumbled and he sighed.
"I missed you even more, angel."
“There she is,” Bucky muttered happily as you and Natasha walked to them quickly. You walked up to Bucky, he wrapped his arms around your waist quickly, leaning in to kiss you. The kiss was short but it made both Bucky and you smile after. He kissed your cheek and squeezed your waist a little.
"I missed you," He whispered to your skin and you giggled, making him smile wider.
It made Natasha roll her eyes and Steve chuckle.
"We'll go get drinks." You said, taking Bucky with you.
They both watched you as you two walked to the bar to get drinks. Bucky’s left arm was wrapped around your waist as he listened to something you were saying, smiling bigger than ever.
“Remember when you first brought Bucky to the compound and told us that he was “quiet” and “cold.” Look at him now.” Natasha said, smiling at Steve.
“Well, I never expected this either.” Steve shaked his head again as he watched Bucky kiss you between laughs, not knowing what you two were laughing about.
“He’s got it bad for her. You know, right?" Nat asked, making Steve smile.
"Yeah, yeah he does. But she is good for him." He said as he watched you and Bucky.
You two were in front of the bar and Bucky was kissing your nose. You giggled and tried to cover your mouth with your hand, Bucky took your hand in his and kissed your lips. He chuckled into the kiss. You both looked so happy, Bucky's nose scrunching in happiness. Steve's eyes softened at your sight. Bucky looked happier than ever. He kissed your cheek slowly before mumbling:
"I love you, angel."
"I love you too, James."
You were really good for him.
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Summary: Enemies to lovers fuck-buddies?
Pairings: fem!short!reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: 18+ smut, manhandling, a fuck load of swearing, violence, also kind long.
A/N: Just before y’all read anything, take note: JUNE IS NOT AN OC! Do not comment and message me telling me what not to tag on my stories. Read the description on my Main Masterlist to save yourself some unwanted opinions. Unless it is specified, like this fic is for example, June is not female, white, black, curly-haired, bald, short or tall and is up to interpretation. See it as if you were playing June in the movies/TV shows, you are June. Don’t like it? Don’t read it. There's plenty of Y/N fics. If you have something you want specifically mentioned then you request it, otherwise, you keep your thoughts on how I should tag my stories to yourself. Rant over.
To say you hated each other perfectly summed up your relationship with James Buchanan Fucking Barnes. Ever since he joined the Avengers he has had it out for you. But lately? All communication between you two was a screaming match and dirty looks.
“You’re such a fucking asshole!” You yelled at him. Your scowl was starting to hurt your face but every time you looked at him you couldn’t help but snarl.
“Says you. You just had to fucking be in the wrong position. I saved your fucking life.” He pointed at you.
“I didn’t need you to save my life.” You threw your arms up. “I had a plan!”
“A shit plan that you didn’t even alert us about!”
“I told you I fucking had it and to stay put!”
Steve, Sam, Clint, and Natasha watched from the kitchen as you two screamed back and forth. Wanda walked in and sighed at the commotion.
“Are they still arguing?” She sighed as she sat down.
“Yeah.” Steve took a sip from his beer and continued to watch them.
“What about this time?” Wanda asked.
“Tony asked if they could hang a picture up on the wall above the TV. Bucky held the ladder while June climbed it.” Steve explained. A simple task that they can’t even get through without arguing.
“It was like death-wobble city. They were yelling at each other and then the ladder fell. I think he accidentally hurt her when he caught her.” Clint said as he, also, took a sip of his beer.
“Fuck you, Barnes! You did nothing but fucking injure me!” You screamed at him.
“Yep.” Sam sighed.
“You think they’ll ever get along?” Wanda asked them.
“Yeah. They just need to fuck.” Natasha said, carelessly.
Everyone turned away from your bickering with Bucky and looked at Nat. She looked around at the shocked faces.
“What did you just say?” Steve questioned her.
“I said they just need to fuck.” Nat shrugged.
“Really?” Wanda looks back towards you both, still bickering.
“Yep.” Nat leaned forward to explain her theory. “All that pent up anger is directed at each other. Clearly, fighting and arguing is not helping thy situation, only making it worse. If they get physical and hurt each other, that could just make them hate each other more.” She gestured to you both. “If they tire each other out by fucking, they let out all that pent up anger, and are taking out on each other.” Nat leaned back in her seat and raised her beer. “They just need to fuck.”
Clint hooted and clinked his beer bottle with hers.
Steve rolled his eyes while Sam and Wanda considered it to be a good idea and nodded.
“Cap, set that up.” Clint spoke.
Steve’s head snapped towards him. “Why me?”
“Because you set up the missions.” Clint explained. “Give them one that’s bound to make them fuck.”
Steve groaned. “Can you please stop saying that?”
“It’s a way of life, Steve.” Nat shrugged. “It’ll get them both off their rage kicks and out of their dry spells. There will be a lot less of this,” she pointed to where you both were now walking away from each other but still throwing up middle fingers at each other. “And more of this.” She made a sex gesture with her hands.
“Oh, god.” Steve groaned again and ran his hands over his face.
He definitely would love to see you both shut up and be nice to one another just once.
“Fine. But if this doesn’t work, I’m sending you all on a three-month mission with them both.”
“Who are you talking about?” You asked, entering the kitchen with a sour face.
“No one.” They all said at the same time, avoiding eye contact and drinking their beers.
You woke up completely unbothered today. You were going on a mission for a few weeks, which means you’d be away from Bucky for a while. Peace and quiet for a while. You had your duffel bag thrown over your shoulder as you marched onto the quinjet. You threw your bag in the luggage area before taking a seat at the pilots’ seat, strapping in and waiting for your teammate. You still didn’t know who you paired with but you didn’t care.
Setting up the flight controls and logging in the location, you pulled on the headset just as someone stomped onto the jet
You turned your head and annoyance ran through your body. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You groaned and leaned back in the seat.
“Oh fuck off.” Bucky grumbled upon seeing you.
He threw his bag to the luggage area and trudged over to the co-pilot’s seat and you punched the numbers on the control panel, calling Steve.
“Hey, you haven’t left yet?” Steve answered.
“No, Steve. What the fuck?” You said exasperated through the speaker.
“Yeah, what the fuck? You paired me with her? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bucky butted in.
“First of all, stop swearing at me.” You just knew Steve was holding up a finger. “Second of all, you two need to get over whatever childishness is going on and just fucking put up with it.” You and Bucky both leaned back from the speaker in shock at his words.
“Get the mission done, and don’t come back until you two can act like mature adults.” Steve hissed and hung up.
You and Bucky sat in silence and shock for a second.
He was right, you and Bucky had been fighting a lot worse than usual lately. You couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as each other and now you had to go on an undercover mission together.
This was going to be shit.
You sighed before powering up the jet and closing the hanger doors.
“Fine.” You mumble to yourself.
Bucky pulls on his headset and you two ignore each other the entire ride.
Once you landed, you both grabbed your bags and headed to the hotel that had been set up by Nat.
“Two rooms under Rushman.” You said to the clerk.
He checks the computer and frowns. “Sorry, there’s only one room booked.”
You frowned at him. “No there should be two.”
“I’m sorry but there’s only one registered under Rushman.”
“Well is there any other rooms available?” You felt like you were going to die.
“Sorry. All our other rooms are occupied.” The clerk offered you the keys to the room.
“For fuck sake.” Bucky grumbled before grabbing his bag from the ground and you snatched the key card from the clerk’s hand.
He flinched at your harsh movement and frowned at you.
Despite your frustration towards him, he wishes you a good night as you follow Bucky to the room.
You walked up to the room and unlocked it quickly, the sooner you can get in the sooner it’s over.
Opening the door, you sigh. “At least there are two beds.”
“Yeah, god forbid I have to share a bed with you.” Bucky pushes passed to enter the room and you throw the bird to his back.
He went straight to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
You moved to the bed furthest away from the front door and started unpacking your stuff. You brought minimal products, keeping your luggage to the undercover clothing you need, weapons, your uniform, and pajamas.
You quickly got into your pajamas and slipped into the bed, turning away from the bathroom.
A few moments after, Bucky opened the bathroom door, dressed in his sleep clothing.
“Aren’t you going to shower?” He questioned as soon as he saw you already in bed.
“No.” You mumbled.
Bucky huffs in return and shuts off the lights you hear his rustling bed covers before silence, letting you finally drift off the sleep.
The next day you woke up before Bucky and decided to make the most noise you could. You knew he would be able to hear you when you got up, so to annoy him further you slammed doors, threw your bag and turned up your phone so the notifications echoed through the room.
You were showered and typing away on the Stark Laptop obnoxiously when Bucky finally growled and threw back his blankets.
“Are you just trying to piss me the fuck off?” Bucky glared at you with disheveled hair and the grumpiest face you’ve ever seen.
“If I am it looks like it’s working.” You said, unbothered by his mood and still looking at the laptop.
“Fucking bitch.” He mumbled under his breath before marching to the bathroom and slamming the door.
The rest of the day consisted of you both ignoring each other until it was time to go to work.
You stepped out of the bathroom in a flowing cream-white dress that ruched down the sides and led the slit down the side of your leg with little sparkles through all the fabric, your figure curved as it was all held together with a bodysuit underneath. Your heels complimented your dress and legs so much that Bucky couldn’t help but stare at you as you collected your faked invitation from your bed.
You turn to look at him dressed in his dress shirt, dress pants, and a tux jacket. You couldn’t help but think he was actually very hot in his clothing, and you also noticed him staring at your body.
You smirked. “See something you like, Barnes.”
Bucky looks up to your eyes quickly as he knows he’s caught and screws up his face. “Just surprised you can actually look like a lady.”
“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows. “Well, fuck being a lady. You’re no gentleman either.” You shouldered him as you walked passed him.
He begrudgingly followed you out the door to the hire flashy car to take you to the party.
You both sat in a high tension silence until you arrived at the party.
It was a big mansion filled with fancy people. You don’t know why Tony couldn’t be sent for this. It’s basically his scene. The driver opened both of your doors and Bucky walked around to your side and offered his arm.
The charade is on and you both walk up the entry stairs and presented your faked invitations. The clerk nodded and opened the door for you both.
With your hand woven around Bucky’s arm, you both enter to see many people mingling and holding little champagne glasses of bubbly.
“I see our guy.” You say as you swipe a glass from a passing tray. A guy amongst the crowd people that stood out with his white hair was smiling and drinking while conversing.
“Okay,” Bucky said as you broke apart. The earpiece keeping you connected. “I’ll get behind him to stay near.”
“Approaching target.” You confirmed.
You put on your best salutary saunter over to him, holding your glass in your hand and doing your best to capture his eyes.
And it worked.
He spotted you on your way over to him and turned his attention to you.
“Why, hello there beautiful.” He looked down to you as you reached him, offering you a wide grin. His white hair almost blinded you as it shone it the lights.
“Hello, handsome.” You said in a low voice. You heard Bucky grunt at your words but you ignore him.
“I don’t recall ever meeting you. I know I would definitely remember you.” His eyes traveled down your body.
“Well,” You jutted out your hip and rested on it. “I guess that gives you the opportunity to get to know me all over again.” You ran your finger over his shoulder and gave him your best seductive smile.
You spent the next two hours with him, joined at his arm. Bucky followed close behind and monitored the whole situation while doing his best to blend in.
You managers to get the target pretty drunk, to the point where he kept running his hand down your back to your backside.
He leans down and whispers in your ear: “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private, so I can get to know you much better.”
Inside you were cringing hard as his white hair tickled your skin.
You turned to look at him and gave him a smile. “Sure.” You agreed.
He immediately pulled you across the room and into a dark hallway that was isolated. You both could still hear the music from the party and people talking but he didn’t care as he slammed you against the wall and buried his head in your neck. You felt him growl against your skin as he tried to take off your dress but you distracted his hands by linking your hands together and pulled him closer.
You reached down to your thigh holster and pulled out the sedative to bring to his neck. You were about to puncture his skin when someone yelled.
“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You both pulled apart and you quickly hid the sedative in between your breasts.
“What?” You pushed the target away from you and you frowned at Bucky.
“What the hell are you doing with him right now?” Bucky stormed up to both of you, absolutely fuming.
“Is this you’re boyfriend?” The target asked. He raised his arms in defense as Bucky glared at him.
“Beat it old man.” He snarled and the target didn’t argue and ran.
“Um, what the fuck are you doing?” You asked him, your head was full of confusion.
“You weren’t listening to anything I was saying.” Bucky pointed down to you.
“Are you serious that dictating that you think I’m gonna listen to every word you say when I have to target literally on me? I couldn’t even hear you.” You snapped back.
Bucky grumbled something under his breath and grabbed you by the arm, dragging you out of the mansion and to the car. When you got back to the hotel, he dragged you all the way back up to the room.
Bucky opens the door and throws his grip on your arm into the room before him. You stumble in your heels into the room, catching your balance and turning around to glare at him.
“What the fuck, James?” You growl.
“You wanna act like a brat. I’ll fucking treat you like a brat.” He slammed the door shut and turned to you with a dark look in his eyes. “When are you going to stop?”
“You’re the reason I fucking started to begin with! You ruined the mission!” You said with irritation. “And there’s no way I’m acting like a brat.”
“Maybe I should fuck the brat out of you.” Bucky stepped forward, loosening his tie.
You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’d like to see you try.”
A dark smirk dawned his face as he stepped closer to you, your body just centimeters away from his, but your stubbornness didn’t falter.
“You’ve got a big mouth for such a small girl.” He said looking down at you.
You screwed your face up and went to swear at him but he cut you off before he could. His lips smashed into yours with an unloving and rough pace. His hands grasp a firm grip on your forearms, pulling you against him and his lips mold to yours.
You’re shocked as your body stiffens at his actions, but you wake up and you start to resist his antics. You squirm yourself out of his grip and push him away from you.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Your voice is evident with shock. Your eyes are wide as he goes to approach you again.
“You said you’d like to see me try and fuck the brat out of you.” He says with a shrug. “Maybe you shouldn’t open your mouth if you can’t handle it.”
You raise your brows. “Oh, you think I can’t handle you?”
“That’s what you’re telling me right now.” He says with a smirk.
“Fuck you.” You pull him back to you by the back of his neck, his lips smashing against yours once again.
You start to pash him roughly as he did before, you can feel his teeth against you and his hand’s wind around your waist. His hands are firm against your body and pulling you flush against him.
He pulls back for a second. “I don’t think you could fuck me good enough.” He says with a first smirk.
He was trying to aggravate you. And it was working.
“You wanna bet?”
“Don’t bet,” he pushed you against the wall, slamming your back into it. “Prove it.”
You pushed him back and turned around, pushing his shoulders into the wall this time.
“Afraid I’ll fuck you better than you could fuck me?” You smirked, looking up at him and running your hand down his hip and almost touching his length before he growled and grasped arms again.
This time he slammed you into the wall with your chest against it and your arms behind you back and his mouth against your ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of here tomorrow.” His voice was husky and low in your ear, promising to dick you down all night.
He pushed his pelvis against your ass and you felt his hard length. He was big, really big.
You moan at the thought of him inside you.
“You feel what you did to me?” He whispered on your ear, grinding his hips into your backside. “You in this fucking dress all night, thinking it’s funny to play around all night when you should be working. I should fucking punish you.”
“God, yes.” You moan out and push back against the roll of his hips.
“I’m going to nail you into the mattress.” He groans and your ass moves against his clothes cock.
You sigh in frustration, the dry grinding no more arousing you than annoying you now. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
At your words, Bucky lets out an animalistic growl. His hand wraps around you and grabs the front of your throat, twirls you around to stand in front of him away from the wall and launches you onto the bed with force.
You squeal and bounce as you hit the bed. You watch as Bucky stalks towards, ripping his tie and jacket off his bulked body and tossing them to the floor.
The action sends waves of arousal to your core and the look in his eyes is primal.
He kneels on the bed and grabs your ankles.
He runs his hands up the length of your legs resting at your hips. Hooking his fingers under the band of your thong, he pulls it over your hips and down your legs, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy.
He pulls them around your heels and flings them across the room before he grasps your ankles again and pulls you to lie flat on your back.
“Your so wet already.” His husky voice rumbles as he pulls your knees to bend over his shoulders.
You gasp out as his mouth latches onto your core, lapping at your soaking folds fast.
You lean up on your elbows and pull the slit of your dress aside to see his mouth buried in your cunt, his blue piercing eyes looking into yours as he eats what you give.
“Fuck yes,” you throw your head back as his tongue circles around your clit. You reach down and push him closer by the back of his head and grind your hips against his mouth. “Go faster.”
He growls but meets your demands as his tongue swirls around your clit at record speed, making you gasp and your hips stutter.
“Oh my god, Buck.” You breathe out. You can feel his flesh hand circling your entrance, excitement kicking in and you pull him closer with your legs.
Your movements annoyed him. He detached his mouth from your cunt and sat up.
“How are you annoying even when I’m trying to fuck you?” Buck glared at you, his mouth wet with your arousal.
“Trying to fuck me?” You scoffed. “You’re going too slow, when are you actually going to get to fucking me?”
Bucky growls at your words and grabs the top of the slit of your dress and rips upwards.
You gasp and glare at him. “Do you know how much that fucking dress costs?”
“I don’t give a fuck.” He snarls and rips it off your body.
“Shut up.” He crushed your lips against hi as his hands rush to pull off all of your clothing.
You feel his hands everywhere. You start to feel dizzy as you run your hands over his broad back. You need to feel his skin against yours and you claw at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him.
Bucky moves his lips from yours to your jaw and to travel down your body to stop at your chest. His lips wrap around your nipple as he balances his weight just above you and unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders.
You moan as his hot skin lays against yours. Bucky’s hand reaches up to cup your breasts in his hands as he sucks on your nipples.
“Gosh,” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair.
He lets go of your breasts and kisses back up your throat and captures your lips again.
Bucky’s hips start to grind into your bare core, the fabric of his dress pants is rough against your folds. You groan out in pain and pleasure. His length is rock hard and very prominent against you.
Your hand travels down his body to his fly and belt. Your fingers fumble to undo his pants, Bucky disconnects your lips to rest his forehead against yours and look down at your hands undoing his pants.
You get the belt off and unzip his pants, using your feet to push them down with his briefs to his ankles.
He reaches down to grasp his length, pumping it a few times before thrusting straight into your wet core.
You moan in shock as his cock enters you. He immediately feels you contracting around him and it makes him groan.
You walls flutter as he sets a strong pace, pounding you into the mattress like he promised you.
“Fuuuuuck, Bucky.” You whine shakily as your body bounces up and down on the bed.
“You take me so well. Fucking hell.” He growls as he feels you clench with a groan of your own.
You wrap your legs around his waist, your thighs clenching at his hips. “Harder.”
Bucky makes good on your demands and pulls back to slam into you harder.
Your skin slapping against his echoes through the room and you can’t help but grunt each time he thrusts into you.
“Oh my god.” You pant as his length repeatedly jams at your g-spot. “I’m gonna fucking come.”
“Come on my cock.” Bucky grunts. “Come on, June.”
At his words, your hips begin to stutter as you feel yourself let go to his cock. You can’t help the loud and long moan that leaves your mouth as you grip his shoulders, trying to calm your body of your tremors. Your orgasm rips through you and Bucky can feel you clench down on his like a vice. Your warm and wet walls quivering but holding their grip on you, triggering his orgasm and he spills into you.
You sigh out at the feel of his cum releasing inside of you. He stills his hips against you and throws back his head, releasing a roar as his orgasm rips through his body, before collapsing on top of you.
The weight of him took the breath out of you so you push him off to roll onto the small space next to you. Both of you panting and a thin layer of sweat glistened over both of your bodies.
“I don’t think you fucked the brat out of me,” You said between breaths. “But I haven’t had a good dick down in a while.”
Bucky turned his head to look at you. “You think I’m done with you.”
You looked at him and frowned.
Bucky smirked and grabbed you roughly and pulled you on top of him, his length hard between your legs once again.
“You’re gonna ride me until I tell you to stop.” His words rumbled through his chest before pulling you into another hard kiss.
Your body was completely spent as you lay completely naked on the bed. Bucky leaned on his elbow across the bottom of the bed at your feet.
You both had gone three more times. The sheets had been ripped off the corners and the covers had been pushed to the floor.
You stretched out your legs, pointing your toes. The tip of your toes grazed Bucky’s arm. You looked down and traces along his soft skin with your toes. Bucky grasps your foot as it tickles him and brings the tops of your toes to his mouth, press a soft kiss amongst them.
A small smile graced your lips as you felt him caress your ankle, his hand traveling up your leg. You felt eh bed shift and he got onto all fours and climbed up the length of your body again to rest next to you and look at you.
“Hi.” He says with a smile.
“Hi.” You return his smile.
“You think I fucked the brat out of you now?” He asks and wiggles his eyebrows.
You sigh dramatically as you pretend to think. You felt no more irritation towards him. His face no longer annoyed you because it could, you honestly just felt like you were much more content. “Yeah, yeah I think you did.” You gave him a soft small smile.
“Good.” He leans down and kisses your forehead before gathering you up to lay on his chest and wrapped in his arms.
“You’re so small.” He mumbled against your hair.
“You’re so warm.” You mumbled back and you nuzzled into his chest, closing your eyes readying for a night of much better sleep than last night.
Natasha was right, you two just needed to fuck. And fuck hard you did.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader almost dies on a mission and Bucky doesn’t know how to handle it
Warnings: violence, angst, fluff, smut (18+ baby), unprotected consensual sex, female receiving oral
A/N: for those of y’all messaging me about my series, don’t worry baby, i’m working on them. this is something i wanted to write but couldn’t figure out how to put it organically into other work, so it is a super long oneshot. also second time writing smut so if it’s bad i’m so sorry
Your mission had been going pretty well, until you fell off of a cliff.
It started off normal. The Avengers were raiding an enemy base in Northern Russia, so the weather wasn’t great. It was early morning, and snow covered everything as far as the eye could see. A low fog hung over the woods, making it feel eerie. You rode your motorcycle on one of icy dirt roads leading up to the base with the rest of the team.
“We got some people approaching your right flank, Y/N,” Stark warned over your comms.
“Got it.” You swerved your motorcycle straight into the woods, which would’ve been a problem for anyone that wasn’t a professional. Eventually, the Eastern Siberian forest became too thick to ride through, so you ditched the bike.
You slid down a small hill to where you guessed the best ambush spot would be, wanting to draw them to you. It was hard to get down because of how slippery it was.
Sure enough, you could hear other operatives approaching your position. You pulled out your gun and got ready to fight.
Taking out the first two operatives was easy. Over comms, you could hear that the rest of the team had taken the base and just needed to secure the perimeter.
“This is going better than I thought,” you heard Rogers say. “How’re you holding up, Y/N?”
“If anyone wants to join the party, they’re more than welcome to,” you replied sarcastically, and turned to look around you. Three more operatives were approaching in front of you, and six were coming up behind. It was hard to see them until they were right in front of you because of the fog. “I think everyone you kicked out at the base is coming to me.”
“I’ll be right there,” Bucky told you. In the background, you could hear a motorcycle revving.
Nine on one were not odds you would bet on. You just had to hold them off long enough for the team to help you.
You launched yourself at the operatives, your years of training kicking in. You took down four of them before Bucky joined. You didn’t see him approaching the fight until he was already there, the fog was so thick.
“Hey, baby,” he greeted while snapping one of their necks. “We took the base.”
“I heard. Nice job,” you replied and shot one of the agents coming up behind him in the head. He crumpled to the ground.
Together, the two of you killed off all nine of the agents easily. Bucky looked around at the dead bodies surrounding the two of you and then smiled warmly. “Not too shoddy, little lady.”
“Couldn’t have done it without you.” You laughed, and picked your gun off of the forest floor and brushed the snow off of it.
“Yeah, well. I am a better fighter than you are.” He winked.
You just rolled your eyes in response. The two of you started walking back up the hill to rejoin the team at the base.
Out of nowhere, another operative jumped out of the fog and tackled you to the ground.
“Y/N!” Bucky yelled, and ran after the two of you. You were rolling back down the hill, trying to get the man off of you.
Because of the snow and ice covering the forest floor, it was hard to get your bearings. Eventually, the two of you rolled to a stop, and the man was on top of you. In an expert move, you punched him in the face, pulled your elbow back and hit him in the ear, and knocked him off of you.
You got to your feet and kicked him in the stomach and he stopped moving. That should do it, you thought to yourself.
“You okay?” Bucky asked, kicking the man in the stomach again.
“You didn’t need to do that,” you laughed. “But thank you. I’m good.”
“He shouldn’t have touched you.” Bucky clenched his jaw.
“I’m fine. Let’s go.”
Bucky huffed and turned around, walking back up the hill. “Be careful, it’s slippery. Here doll, take my hand,” he offered his metal hand like the gentleman he was to guide you back up the icy hill.
Before you could take it, the man on the ground grabbed your leg and pulled it out from underneath you. You fell to the ground hard, the air knocked out of you, and slid across the ice that covered the dirt on the forest floor.
Two more operatives joined the fight then. You got back to your feet quickly and looked for Bucky. He was about fifteen feet away from you now.
Fog and snow covered everything around you, and in all of the fighting, you didn’t think much about how the space behind you was vacant of any trees. In the back of your mind you just assumed that it was a field and got back to fighting the enemy.
Bucky was busy fighting one of the agents that was bigger than the rest. You shot the man who tackled you earlier in the head, and started dealing with the other that approached you.
Where the fuck are these people coming from? You wondered to yourself while fighting the agent.
Bucky killed the other operative and turned around to come help you. The agent on you turned around and used his momentum to kick you in the face, sending you backwards.
You discovered, a little too late, that the area behind you was not a field, but a cliff. You lost your footing and fell off of the side.
“Y/N!” Bucky screamed as you fell into the freezing air.
You couldn’t see anything around you as you fell, everything was white. Screams could be heard in your comms, but you couldn’t make out their words with the wind. You were pretty sure you were screaming, too.
Your life didn’t flash before your eyes or anything, you just kept falling.
Tony Stark caught you in his arms. “Hey, Y/N. I forgot to warn you: there’s a cliff right there.”
You put your hand on your chest and tried to get your breathing back to normal. Your throat was already sore from having your mouth open and inhaling the Siberian air. “Holy shit,” you wheezed. “Did... not... like... that.”
“Barnes, I got her,” Tony reported back as he carried you back up to the surface.
Iron Man landed on the dirt road and set you down. You were still trying to calm your breathing down. Falling off of that cliff face was like reverse drowning, you got way too much air in your lungs.
“Hell, Y/N!” Bucky yelled as he ran out of the woods over to you. “Are you okay?”
You nodded while coughing. Fuck, your throat was raw.
“Don’t ever do that to me again,” Bucky rubbed your back as you had a coughing fit.
“I’ll try to avoid falling off cliffs in the future,” you squeaked.
“Y/N, I’m glad you’re okay. Let’s go home, our mission is done.” Steve told the team as the quinjet landed.
Bucky helped you to your feet and you walked over to the jet together. He sat down next to you, and ran his fingers through his hair.
You had been with Bucky long enough to know that he only did that when he was freaking out. “Hey,” you put your hand on his thigh. Your voice was raspy. “I’m fine. It’s fine.”
“I should’ve gotten to you sooner,” he groaned. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. That one was on me.”
You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t so painful. “Bucky, you can’t protect me from everything. Also, Tony was there to save me. I probably wouldn’t have chosen Siberia for the location for my first skydiving experience, sure, but now I can cross that off of the bucket list.”
He didn’t laugh. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he didn’t talk to anyone for the remainder of the ride.
When you got back to the compound, you went straight to your bathroom to take a hot shower. You peeled your suit off and looked in the mirror.
Your hair looked crazy, like a blowout gone horrendously wrong. Eyes were bloodshot. Your throat was still raw, it hurt to speak, your lungs burned. You turned around and looked at your back. You had a giant bruise on your back, from your neck to your hip, and a series of smaller bruises on your side from where Tony had caught you.
At least I’m alive, you thought gratefully, knowing the bruises would heal in no time. The pain of the bruising was nothing like your throat.
There was a knock on the bathroom door, and you knew it was Bucky. “Come in,” you told him, voice raspy.
He entered and closed the door behind him. He looked over your body. Normally, his gaze made you feel confident and sexy, but the look in his eyes was nowhere near that. He saw some of the bruises on your side and clenched his jaw.
You moved to the side, trying to keep the giant bruise that went across your back from his line of sight. If that was his reaction to the ones on your side, you did not want him to see the one that covered almost your entire back.
“You’re hurt.” He observed.
“It honestly isn’t as bad as it looks,” you promised. “My throat and lungs are the worst part.”
Bucky took a step closer to you and cupped your cheek lightly. “I should’ve been there.”
You smiled softly. “I’m fine.”
He wrapped his arm around your back and you flinched in pain, hissing involuntarily. His brows furrowed, and grabbed your elbow and turned your body softly so he could see your back.
You tried to keep your body where it was, which was futile. Bucky would beat you in a fight every time and you knew it.
When he saw your back, he inhaled sharply. “Y/N, you are not fine.”
“Yes I am,” you protested, voice cracking.
“I can’t believe I didn’t make sure that guy was dead,” he mumbled, analyzing your back. “This is my fault.”
You turned around. “Bucky, stop. This is not your fault. I’m on the team, too. Shit happens. I just—”
Your voice was cut out by coughing. This was not helping your point.
Bucky grabbed the empty glass on your counter and filled it with tap water. He handed it to you and you brought it to your lips, downing the glass.
“Thanks. Do you want to shower with me?”
“Sure.” He said dryly, uninterested. That was the answer you wanted, but not the tone you were looking for.
You stepped into the shower, turning the water on.
Bucky stripped himself and joined you. When he went under the water, you wrapped your arms around his waist.
“None of that was your fault,” you told him as you kissed his shoulder.
He reached over you for the shampoo. “‘Scuse me.”
You stepped out of his way as he ran it through his hair. Bucky wouldn’t look at you, and you could tell that he was purposefully looking away. You clenched your jaw.
The rest of the day and the days following went exactly like that. Bucky wasn’t ignoring you, per se, but he wasn’t exactly giving you attention either.
Every time you would try to talk to him, he would respond dryly or change the subject completely. Bucky wouldn’t make any eye contact and was clearly avoiding you. At first, you knew it was because he was just freaked out about what had happened on the mission. By the end of the third day, you weren’t so sure.
You went to go talk to Steve about it in the afternoon of the second day in his office. “I don’t know what to do,” you groaned. Your voice had already improved drastically, only a little raspy. Your lungs didn’t burn anymore, either. Tony had given you this miracle gel for your bruises and they were on the way to fully healing.
“He’s just scared of losing you, Y/N.” Rogers comforted you. “Bucky has never felt the way he does about you towards anyone else, ever.”
You ignored how that made your heart skip. “If he’s so scared of losing me, why would he push me away?”
Steve shrugged. “He’s scared of anything happening to you. He thought you were dead when you went over that cliff.”
“Well, I’m not dead, am I?” You sighed.
“Just give him space. He cares about you, he just sometimes has an… interesting way of showing it.” He comforted you.
You nodded and smiled weakly at him. “Thank you for listening to my little vent.”
“Any time,” he smiled in return. “I just want you and Bucky to be alright. He’s only okay if you are.”
You nodded and left his office.
The morning after your talk with Steve, you had leaned over to Bucky in bed and tried to kiss his cheek. He ducked it and got off of the bed, leaving the room.
Your insecurities were starting to get the best of you. What if he isn’t attracted to you anymore?
You rolled your eyes at the thought, then considered the past few days. Every time you touched him he flinched; he wouldn’t let you kiss him; and even though you slept naked, he made no attempt to touch you.
“Fuck,” you groaned and put the pillow over your head. You knew full well that that wasn’t true, he was just stressed, but the thought kept gnawing at you.
You walked over to the bathroom and examined your back. Whatever Tony had given you was working wonders. The bruises on your side were totally gone, and the biggest one wasn’t blue anymore, but yellow, and only a bluish tint in some spots. Your voice was totally back to normal, too.
If even your body had moved on from what happened on the mission, why hadn’t Bucky?
The rest of the day went the same. You would talk to him and he would acknowledge you, but never look you in the eye. You knew that if you touched him, he would flinch like you had burned him, so you didn’t try again.
You forced yourself to listen to Steve’s advice. Bucky had been through a lot of shit, a lot of it you didn’t even know about because it was too painful for him to talk about, and you didn’t know what his coping strategy would be like for something like this.
However, you knew that if something didn’t change soon, you knew your relationship with Bucky could end. That was too painful to even consider.
That night, you applied the medicine Tony gave you after you showered and joined Bucky in bed. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn’t asleep.
You laid on your side and looked at him. “Bucky,” you whispered.
His lips moved slightly, like he was going to say something but decided against it.
“Bucky, please,” your voice was more desperate now. “I love you.”
Bucky’s eyes opened and he looked at you. He closed his eyes like he had a painful thought, and got off of the bed and put gym shorts on.
“Where are you going?” Your voice cracked. Him getting up and leaving wasn’t exactly the response you were expecting.
“Gym.” He left the room.
You tossed and turned for a long time. Give him space, Steve’s voice replayed over and over in your head.
You clicked your phone on and checked the time. 1:41 AM.
Bucky had been in the gym for three goddamn hours now.
Fuck space, you thought to yourself and got out of bed, putting only your satin robe on.
The walk over to the gym felt like miles. Your hands were shaking with anxiety. There was no telling how this conversation was going to go.
Bucky was the only person in the room. His back was to you, and he was punching the boxing bag over and over. His back was drenched with sweat, the gym lights highlighting every muscle. You could see his body from each angle because of the mirrors that surrounded him.
He didn’t hear you come in. You closed the gym door behind you and just watched him.
You were surprised the boxing bag didn’t go flying off of the chain at the rate and power he was punching it.
You walked further into the room and stopped only a few feet behind him.
His punching ceased, and he put his metal hand out to stop the bag from swaying back and forth. Bucky turned around and looked at you, pushing the sweat-soaked hair out of his face.
“Hi,” he exhaled heavily. You couldn’t gage the look in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” You walked over next to him. He towered over you, still trying to catch his breath from punching.
He walked past you to one of the benches where his water bottle sat. He took a long sip, then grabbed his towel and patted his face dry.
You watched his every move.
“You can go back to bed now.” He put his towel back down.
This was not going well.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Bucky turned his back to you and started stretching out his arms.
You clearly weren’t going to get an answer from him. “Bucky, you have to give me something. What is going on with you?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Y/N, for the last time, I’m fine. Go back to bed.”
What if he’s not attracted to you anymore?
You tried to push that voice out of your mind. You hated how needy and insecure it was, but now you had to know the answer.
“Bucky, are you— are you not attracted to me anymore… like, physically?” You stumbled over your words. You sounded desperate, just like you knew you would.
“What?” He turned around and stared at you incredulously. “What is that even supposed to mean? What kind of question is that?”
“It’s just… whenever I try to touch you, you flinch—” You regretted asking, especially with that look in his eyes. “You won’t let me kiss you, or hold you, or anything.”
Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “No, that’s not it.”
“What am I supposed to think, Bucky?”
You blinked back tears and turned around towards the exit. “I don’t know how to help you if you won’t let me in.”
“I was the one that was supposed to help you, Y/N.” He finally responded.
“What?” Now it was your turn to be confused.
“On the mission! It was my fault you fell,” Bucky’s voice cracked at the end.
You turned back and looked at him. “How?”
“I should’ve made sure you got up that hill before I did. I should’ve made sure that guy was dead. I should’ve not let you take two agents at the same time.”
At first, his protective worrying was sweet, and you knew it came from a place of love, but now it was annoying. “Bucky, it doesn’t matter. It’s over.”
“I thought you were dead.” Bucky whispered, his eyes fixing on yours. He swallowed as he blinked back tears.
You had never seen him like this before.
“I’m not dead.”
“I thought you were, I really did. I can’t get the image of you falling through the fog out of my mind. Whenever I close my eyes, that’s what I see. The only thing I can think about is how you sounded when you were falling. I thought it was over and I thought you were dead, Y/N.”
His confession broke your heart. You walked over to him and grabbed his hand. “I understand that, but Bucky, it is no one’s fault. Stop blaming yourself. I am not dead, I am right here. I am right here, alive, and I love you,” your voice cracked as you put your hand over his heart.
Bucky closed his eyes and sighed, putting his forehead against yours.
“I love you,” he whispered, planting a kiss on the bridge of your nose. He pulled you in to hug you, and you didn’t care that he was drenched in sweat.
“Don’t shut me out, then.”
“I don’t mean to. I just don’t know how to deal with that,” he confessed. You pulled back and looked up at him.
“I know.” You pushed some of the hair out of his face and cupped his cheek in your palm. “And that’s okay for a little while, but at some point you have to let me in.”
“Okay.” He breathed. “For the record, I’m really glad you’re alive.”
You hugged him again, and the two of you just stood there for a while. His heartbeat could be heard with your head on his chest.
“I can’t believe you think I’m not attracted to you anymore,” he chuckled. “What a ridiculous question.”
“What am I supposed to think?”
He tilted your chin so you were looking up at him. “I am incredibly attracted to you.”
The energy in the room shifted.
“Really?” You raised your eyebrows.
“Really,” Bucky smirked. “Want me to prove it? Right here, right now? In this gym? Because I will. Don’t tempt me.”
“I don’t doubt it, Sergeant.”
He chuckled. “I like when you call me that.”
“I know you do,” you told him as he pressed his lips to yours. Your lips melded together and his tongue slipped into your mouth immediately.
Both of you needed this.
Bucky’s metal arm was wrapped around your waist and the other cupped the back of your neck, holding you in place. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled it down to move your head so he could kiss your neck.
He sucked on the skin there and his metal hand went down to your ass, squeezing it through your satin robe.
“As much as I like this robe,” he started, kissing the skin on your chest, “I think we’re going to have to lose it.”
You untied the robe and let it fall to the gym floor. “Better?”
He licked his lips as he drank you in, standing naked in front of him. “Much.”
Bucky started kissing you again and kneeled before you. He kissed the skin just below your belly button and started moving lower, his hands grabbing your ass.
He planted his lips just above your entrance and gripped the back of your thighs harshly to hold you in place.
You gripped his shoulders to keep yourself steady as his tongue went to work. “Bucky, I am going to fall.”
“Don’t insult me.” He gripped your thighs harder. “I got you, pretty girl.”
It was nearly impossible to keep your eyes open, it felt so good. You moved one hand to his hair and pulled it, hard, when his tongue hit your clit.
You knew he liked it when you pulled his hair, so you kept doing it. You didn’t have to see his member to know that he was already hard.
“Get on the ground for me, baby.” He commanded, helping you lower yourself to the floor. “Spread yourself a little more, honey. I want to see you.”
You did as he asked, laying out for him on the gym floor. Sure enough, he was hard. The gym shorts were a nice touch.
Bucky planted kisses up your thighs and got back at it. You turned your head to the side in absolute pleasure, and then saw your reflection in the mirror.
It wasn’t something that you thought you were into, but the sight of yourself spread out like that while Bucky ate you out, your hands pulling at his hair, and him drenched in sweat was enough to bring you to the edge. You moaned again when Bucky put two fingers in, pumping slowly, and he moved his mouth to your breasts.
He sucked harshly, nipping at the skin there. You thought you were done for when he praised you: “Look at how beautiful you are,” and he used his other hand to tilt your chin to look in the mirror again.
Knowing that your reflection also turned him on made it that much hotter. You were about to climax, but he pulled his fingers out and took off his shorts. You whined when he pulled away.
“This is going to be fast, okay, sweetheart?” He got back on his knees and got ready to enter you. “Don’t want anybody seeing you like this but me.”
You nodded, and he slid himself in.
“Always so ready for me, my best girl,” he complimented and meshed his lips with yours again, teeth crashing into each other.
You squeezed his ass while he pounded into you so hard it was bringing tears to your eyes. The bruising on your back wasn’t bothering you, thank God.
“Bucky,” you moaned into his lips, kisses becoming sloppy. “Bucky, I—”
“I know, baby.” You could feel him getting close as well. “Come with me, Y/N.”
You grabbed his chin and moved it so he was looking into the mirror. That was it for the both of you, finishing together.
The two of you were a mess, and Bucky wasn’t the only one drenched in sweat anymore. You propped yourself on your elbow and leaned over him.
“Hi,” you chuckled. He was still trying to catch his breath.
You stood up and walked over to your robe, putting it back on. Bucky got off the floor as well and put his gym shorts on and grabbed his water bottle and towel.
“Come here, sweetheart. I want you to look at yourself.”
You walked over to where he was and looked into the gym mirror. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips swollen, your hair a mess.
Bucky wrapped his strong arm around your shoulder and brought you closer to him. “Doll, how do you look better after having sex on a gym floor than before?”
You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I need to shower again.”
“I can help with that,” Bucky smirked.
“You’re in a much better mood than you were an hour ago,” you poked his cheek. He always acted like he hated when you did that but you knew he thought it was cute.
“‘Cause I love you. And we just had pretty great sex,” Bucky laughed.
The two of you started walking out of the gym. “We can have more pretty great sex, if you would like,” you offered.
“You minx,” he held the gym door open for you, chuckling. “You’re insatiable. Damn well will be the death of me.”
Bucky draped his arm over your shoulder as you walked back to your bedroom. You opened the door and headed for the bathroom.
“Hey,” his tone changed, more serious now. “I love you. I’m sorry that sometimes it might not seem that way. I do, though. A lot. So much that sometimes it freaks me out, to be frank,” he ran his fingers through his hair, like he does when he’s nervous.
You kissed his cheek. “And I love you. It scares me sometimes, too, but most of the time it’s pretty awesome.”
“‘Pretty awesome’,” he repeated, smiling wide. Bucky turned the shower water on. “Glad we’re on the same page. Now let’s have some more pretty great shower sex, shall we?”
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summary: there are situations in life when you get desperate to get help... and this was one of them
warnings: smut(18+), degradation kink, praise kink, (yep two of them are together), unprotected sex, swearing, pet names, minors dni, car sex.
a/n: thanks to @nsfwsebbie and @buckycuddlebuddy for their inspirations!
It was raining cats and dogs; a perfect timing for you to break up with your boyfriend and step out of his car in the middle of a road. You were always impulsive and this was one of the times you were paying it. You didn’t want to spend a single second with him when he finally confessed that he was cheating on you with his coworker. You hated lying, and he when you found out he had been lying to you for months, you made him stop the car.
Thankfully you were on a highway, not the middle of nowhere but again, no one was stopping for you. Since this wasn’t the 60’s and nobody wanted to stop for a stranger.
Your thumb was sore from raising to the air for at least half hour, and you were sure you could not feel your arm anymore. You were about to give up when an old truck stopped right in front of you.
“You got lost?”
“Oh, something like that, I tried to get help but my battery died.”
“Where are you going?”
“Not somewhere close. I was going to walk until I can find a motel or a diner at least, do you know any?”
“Yeah, but you cannot make it on your feet in this rain. You’re gonna get pneumonia first.”
“Oh, I thought it was—“
“Just hop in, there’s one on my way.” He said as he unlocked the passenger seat. You hesitated to move first, he kinda looked irritating.
“Uhm...” You mumbled, this situation was not your ideal but did you have any other choice?
“‘don’t bite, if you don’t—“
“Thank you.” You quickly said as you got in his car, thankfully the seats were leather so you would not leave marks.
“Let me turn on the heater alright? Don’ wanna see you sniffin’.” You nodded as his hand went to the adjustment on the heater, you could see his eyes wandered on your open thighs even it was just for a milisecond. “That should do...” He mumbled under his breath without looking at you.
“What can possibly wait for you in Louisiana?”
“I thought the journey mattered more than the destination?” He laughed at your answer, nodding his head.
“Right... What made you take this journey then?” You smiled at him and looked towards the road.
“Nothin’ just wanted to see an old friend.” You were going to meet with your boyfriend’s parents but now that was out of the picture.
“I see...” He said, turning his head to see you. He saw the goosebumps forming on your naked legs, you were so soaked that your dress sticked to your chest, he could almost see your nipples.
“There is a blanket at the back too, ‘can use it to dry off maybe?” He said as his eyes looked at the back from his rear view mirror. “The small one.” He added.
You reached there and saw how he turned there into a cozy sleeping space. It had blankets and fluffy pillows.
“You must be travelling for a while.” You said as you tried to dry your legs and arms.
“Yeah, couple of days.”
“Where are you headin’ LA?”
“I’m actually just driving around, wanted to take a road trip.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely?”
“Everyone needs a break.” He answered as you wrapped the damp blanket around your shoulders after turning it other way around.
“If you say so...”
“My name, Bucky.” You smiled mimicking his name on your lips quietly like it was your first time speaking.
“Nice to meet you Bucky.” You said as you reached out your hand through the blanket. He chuckled before shaking your hand, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
Bucky was right, it took more than an hour for him to make a stop, you were half asleep by then, with the heater working on maximum and the blanket really helped that.
But it was better than getting sick, so you had no complaints.
“Wakey, wakey.” He said as he slowly shook you by your shoulders.
When you opened your eyes you were first greeted with the neon signs of the diner. “Let’s get you something warm to eat.” He said as he opened the passenger seat.
“You don’t have to be nice to me. I just need to charge my phone so I can call someone.”
“It’s almost 4 in the morning. Your only choice is me for now.”
You decided to leave the blanket in the car and now you regretted it. “You can’t be still cold.” He protested, but when he saw your state he felt bad. Your clothes and hair were still wet.
“Okay, I have some spare clothes, you can change to those at the toilet of the diner.” He said as he walked around his car, picking out a sweatshirt and some sweatpants.
“They’re gonna be a bit large but still better than your clothes.” He said as he handed them to you.
You rushed inside to find a place you could change as he sat down on a booth. You quickly changed and discarded folded your wet clothes under your arm before you tried to dry some of your hair with the hand drier.
When you got back and sat across from Bucky He gulped when he saw you like that, he didn’t expect to get turned on by seeing someone wear his clothes. “You look nice.” He said as went back to eating.
You looked down to see the tea in front of you. “Did you order for me?”
“I didn’t know what you’d prefer, didn’t want to give you something you don’t like or alergic to.” He explained as he dug in his soup.
“Thanks.” You smiled before you signaled the waitress and ordered your food.
The scene you were in felt normal, like you haven’t met him few hours ago. After you were finished with your meal, you were feeling better. The reason which put you in this situation felt less important but still bothered you. He ordered both of you some tea, saying that it will warm you on the inside better.
“So can I ask you why you were in the middle of the highway, in the pouring rain?”
“I’ve got in some sort of an argument—” You remembered how your ex accused you for his affair, saying you weren’t there for him. When the truth was he was the one who was always busy with work. “—and I wanted to leave.”
“Despite the rain?”
“I’m a bit impulsive.” He chuckled at your comment.
“What kind of argument can make someone step out of a car in a highway, middle of the night?”
“The one where your boyfriend blames you for his affair.” You confessed, looking down at your mug.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Nobody should be treated like that.”
“Yeah.” You mumbled as you took a sip.
“There is a motel in one or two hours away, I can drop you there if you’d like to. You can get some sleep and rest before you can call someone to pick you up.” You nodded slightly, you didn’t want to call anyone. You didn’t want to go back to work and your friends just yet. But you didn’t have any better choice.
“Sounds nice, thank you.” After he insisted to pay for the meal, saying you needed to pay for the motel already. It’s at least I can do. He said before giving the money to the waitress.
When you got back to his car you were feeling better and not like you could get sick. He really took care of you. “Finally raining stopped. We’re in June for god’s sake.” You huffed as you looked outside, it was really dark and all you could make was the shadows of the trees along the road.
You were occasionally looking at him, and somehow you noticed the leather glove on his hand. “Why are you wearing that?”
“It’s just...” You turned towards him, it was normal for you to not notice it before, since it was the further one from you. “... not nice?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He sighed.
“I’m injured.” He confessed, looking at your face for a second before going back to the road.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” You said, now feeling guilty about it.
“ ‘s okay, don’t bother. You’re not first one to ask.”
“Still I know how it feels when someone asks you a question about something you don’t want to speak about it.”
“Is this about my questions?” You chuckled shaking your head.
“Nope.” You blurted as your phone buzzed, showing you that it finally charged enough to open.
When you entered your password, it showed 13 missed calls from your ex, and some messages of him accusing you of acting like a child.
You pressed on one of the circles of his text chain.
Where are you? You rolled your eyes, probably he still wanted to introduce you to his parents, so they will be relieved that their son didn’t turn out to be an ass. He was a manipulative and you knew if you let him talk to you he would persuade you to get back to him.
“Your boyfriend?” Bucky’s voice distrupted you from your thoughts.
“Ex boyfriend.” You corrected him as you put your phone on the coffee-holder. “I don’t fuck with cheaters.”
He chuckled at your statement. “That is one way to put it.”
“He was nothing good, I should’ve known better.”
“Don’t blame yourself.”
“No but there were signs, he stayed too late at work, we were getting into fights a lot, we even haven’t have sex for a while.” Bucky tried to hide his smirk.
“Yeah, I was really surprised when he came up with meeting the parents plan actually.”
“Well, if you ask me he must be an idiot, to leave a girl like you. I’m sure he would try to win you back, affairs don’t last very long.” He tried to comfort you by placing his hand on your thigh, but for a reason his hand stayed there and you felt yourself getting aroused.
It had been really long for you.
As if that wasn’t enough he drove over a bump, car jumped and his hand moved closer to your heat. You opened your legs without realising. But he did. His hand tightened on your thigh, now that his touch lost its innocence.
You gulped when you looked at his hand on your thigh, you shouldn’t have liked to feel his touch on your body, but the morality was already out of the picture.
He was good looking, and was really nice for you, what else you could possibly want? He was already better than your ex.
He turned to you to see your reaction, but the way you opened your legs to him without hesitation told him everything.
His hand lowered on your thigh until it reached to your mound, fingers pressing onto you through sweatpants. A simple moan escaped your lips as his fingers brushed along your swollen clit.
His hand went back up and dived into your pants, when they found your clit you buckled your hips to his touch. His fingers were cold but it didn’t matter to you. “Fuck! Look at how wet you are, kitten.”
The pet name made you want him to touch you even more. “All wet for me and I’ve barely touched you.” He said as his finger played with your clit, drawing circles around the bud.
You moaned again as your hand went to the handle of the car door for support, and he pushed his fingers inside you. “Bucky!” You tried to protest but it felt so good, it was bigger and thicker than you used to but you didn’t mind the pain of them stretching you.
“So tight.” He said as he slowly pumped them inside you, trying to focus on the road. You could feel the tension building up.
Before you could notice he parked the car and turned towards you. Slamming his lips to yours. The kiss was no way romantic or soft, it was rough and animalistic. “Get to the back, kitten.” He said as he broke the kiss.
Seconds later you were lying down on the pillow nest he made for himself, your clothes were discarded like his jacket and his zipper was down. He was on top of you kissing your naked chest.
“So beautiful.” He mumbled and his hands toyed with your breasts, squeezing them. You could feel his stubble scratching your skin as his kisses found your thighs, kissing and licking each of them. “I’ve wanted to touch you since you got into my car.” He confessed as his fingers played with your folds, pushing two of them inside you again.
“You were really looking for trouble, weren’t you?” He asked as he curled them inside you. Your back arched as your hands hold onto the pillows for support. “That dress you had, sticking on your body, I could even see your nipples through them. Like you wanted me to fuck you.” He said as he curled his fingers again.
“Oh! F—fuck!” His hand went to your neck, holding you still.
“Be a nice girl kitten; don’t cuss!” He said as he pulled out his fingers and slapped your thigh. You palmed him but he was already hard as a rock, pulling down his boxers and pants.
“I want you Bucky.” You whimpered, hand closing around his cock.
He placed your hands next to your hand. “I want you too kitten, but patience is a bliss.” He said as his lips moved around your neck, licking until he sucked on your pulse. Your hips jerked again, you were rubbing yourself on his bulge.
He chuckled at your state, “so desperate aren’t you kitten. Such a dumb needy girl you’re....” He whispered to your ear.
Your walls closed around nothing, when he said those words. Why something like that made you feel so horny? “Please Bucky.” You whimpered under him, he wrapped your leg around his waist.
“This may hurt a bit.” He added as he pushed himself in one move. You cried with the pain, he was much bigger than your excuse of a boyfriend.
He kissed your temple as he wrapped your legs around his waist, started to move inside you softly. “You’re so tight kitten, your ex doesn’t know how to fuck.” He said, getting faster as you crashed your lips to his. You moaned into the kiss as his tongue found yours, licking.
His hand went to your breast, pinching a nipple. You jumped with the his pinch, his hands went to your waist, making you lie still as he fucked you. The pain already lost its place to the pleasure and you were moaning under him, fingers pulling down his black henley.
He chuckled to your state as he took it off, tossing it to the ground. Your eyes met with the shining dark metal in the dimmed light. You raised your hand to touch it, but he stopped you. “Don’t.” He said, “It ain’t pretty.”
“Bullshit.” You said as you took his metal hand into yours kissing along his digits. “It’s beautiful.” He pushed one of his fingers inside your mouth, watching how you sucked them with pleasure.
Something inside him switched when he saw you like that, his movements got rough. Car was filled with the sounds both of you were making, you had no shame, you’ve never felt this full before in your life.
You kissed his neck as your hands hold onto his back, fingers digging into his skin. You were definitely leaving a mark. “Shit look at you,” He said as his metallic hand now pressed against your belly, “I can feel myself.” He said as he applied more pressure.
You moaned again as his dog tags moving between your breasts, you tangled your fingers along it. So he was a soldier.
You pulled him closer to you by gently pulling the chain, giving him a kiss.
Your phone buzzed again, you rolled your eyes and he slowed down. “Wanna answer that, could be important.” He said as he reached to your phone, and handed it to you.
You sighed as you saw the name of your ex on the caller id. He understood who was he by studying your face. “Answer it?” You frowned when he said that but he just smiled.
“Answer it and make him find out how much of an idiot he is.” He said, pressing on the green circle and speaker icon afterwards.
“Sweetie?” You rolled your eyes at the nickname again. He only called you by that when he did something bad.
“Yeah?” You said as Bucky placed one of your legs on his shoulder, hitting you with a new angle. “Oh fuck!” You screamed out.
“You okay? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, stop calling me!” You yelled towards the phone as Bucky kept pounding to you, making the car shake with his thrusts.
“Good girl.” He whispered to your ear, “but not loud enough!” He said as he increased his speed, making you cry out with pleasure.
“Oh, Bucky!” You whimpered once again,
“Who the hell is Bucky? What’s going on Sweetie?”
“That’s me, hey I have a question, was she loud with you like that too?” You giggled at Bucky’s question mouthing the word No.
“What? What kind of a game you are pla—“
“Don’t call her again! She’s with me now!”He said as he ended the call, making sure he heard your moans one last time.
This was the first time you’ve had a sex in the car, your boyfriend always said it was something unnecessary and thought it wouldn’t be comfortable.
“You feel so good wrapped around me kitten. I’m sorry your boyfriend didn’t know your worth. But you have me now.” He said pulling out and turning you around, your face met with an pillow and he started thrusting into you again.
“Look at that ass!” He said as he slapped it. You moaned again but he pushed your face down on the pillows, fucking you through oblivion.
You knew you were getting close, the pressure on your lower abdomen became unbearable. “B—Bucky! I’m close.”
“I know kitten, I can feel how you squeeze me.” His metal hand slapped your ass again, you bit down the pillows to not scream anymore.
His cold fingers found your clit, playing with it to drive you to the edge. “Come for me kitten, make a mess on my cock!” He groaned.
That was all you needed to cum, you moaned out his name, feeling the sweet ecstasy capture your senses. He pulled you by your hair, giving you a slow kiss.
“You look so good when you cum kitten, I can get used to this.” He said as he gave you one more kiss. He didn’t stop after you cum, he even got faster, your sore walls were more sensitive now.
You could feel your second orgasm building up. He turned you to your back again, “I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum.” He explained.
You looked at his soft blue eyes, when you came down, and he followed you soon after, making a mess on the sheets.
He pulled out with a hiss, he already missed the warmth of your walls, collapsing next to you. He pulled you close to him by hooking an arm around your waist.
“So you’ve said I’m with you now...?” You asked as your fingers played with his little chest hair, moving to his scars on his shoulder to give ot a gentle kiss.
Your movements were making it hard for him to focus, and not to kiss you again. “Shit! Uhm, well if you want to—”
“I’d love to,” You answered him. “besides there’s nothing waiting for me back there anymore.” You said as you kissed him.
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Does Your Mother Know?
summary: does your mother know that you’re out?
pairing: 1930s!bucky barnes x female reader
warnings: one curse word, v bad gender role stereotypes
word count: 2.3k
A/N: hello mtv welcome to my first 30s!bucky au! i had does your mother know? by abba stuck in my head all day and now here we are w/ a fic lmao!
as always i’m a lazy shit and v tired so this is unedited pls b kind !
as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, come yell at me and tell me your secrets here!
Well I can dance with you honey
If you think it's funny
Does your mother know that you're out?
“Buck, she’s only two years younger than you, she’s nineteen and you’re twenty one!” Steve exclaimed as Bucky shook his head defiantly, trying his best to avert his gaze away from you as you twirled around the dance floor and laughed with a group of girls who he assumed were your friends for the evening.
“You don’t get it Steve.” Bucky whined. “I work for her Father, if her Mother knew she was out - especially with me - she’d get locked down until the sun fell from the sky and I would never see her again!” Steve shrugged, not seeing the issue but then again Steve didn’t know your parents like Bucky did. “I want to dance with her Punk, I really do but her father would kill me if he knew.”
You were brought up in a strict household in Brooklyn; your mother home-schooled from a young age, claiming that as you got older it would keep you safe from the prying eyes of the men within Brooklyn. Your father would go to work with your two brothers and when they returned home in the evening, dinner would be ready and waiting - after being prepared by yourself and your mother.
Bucky was the first boy to ever truly get to know you, both your parents and brothers trusted him enough to come into your home and socialize with your family. Nobody had caught onto the fact that the two of you would burn red when your hands accidentally touched or that you were both ready to jump each other's bones at any moment.
However, Bucky knew your family and knew that they wanted to keep you safe under lock and key but he also knew you. Bucky knew that you loved to dance, to sneak out of your bedroom window every Friday night to go dancing and feel a small ounce of freedom before climbing back into your bedroom and acting as if you had never left in the first place.
Your entire family trusted Bucky - one of the reasons he worked with your father - and that’s why whenever he saw you at the dance hall, he couldn’t dance with you or be seen with you. He knew that somehow your father would find out and that would definitely not end well for anyone involved.
“Buck, she’s been watching you all evening. Just dance with her for one song!” Steve goaded, knowing Bucky would grow frustrated with his persistence. “If you won’t do it, I will. I’m sure she could teach me a few things.” Bucky glared at his best friend, muttering under his breath that he was going to kick his ass before walking over to you.
You were having the time of your life, the music was upbeat, your skirt was flowing freely and the smile plastered on your lips never left. You knew that if your brothers caught you out at the dance hall, all hell would break loose so you developed a tactic.
Every night you would chat politely with the two over dinner, asking what their plans for the evening and rest of the week would be, poking and prodding until they told you whether or not they would be at the dance hall on the Friday evening. More often than not, they would rarely go to the dance hall, instead opting for Bill’s Diner and the local Whiskey bar.
You couldn’t help the small squeal of excitement that left your mouth as you spotted Bucky heading towards you, his dark hair slicked back and a tie loosely hung around his neck as he made his way over to you.
“Shouldn’t you be in your bedroom reading The Beautiful and The Damned?” Bucky teased as you reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you pulled him further onto the dance floor.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Bucky melted internally, his knees growing weak at the coy smile on your plump pink lips and the mischievous twinkle in your eye. For a girl who had been kept inside and by her mother’s side for the majority of her life, you were a hell of a lot of trouble.
Bucky gave you a cheeky grin, twirling you around before pulling your body into his, laughter leaving you both as you began to dance to the same pace as the music. No words spoken between either of you as you danced and laughed like it was the first time you had ever danced. You were both mesmerized by each other but carried on dancing nonetheless.
“You could get both of us in trouble being out here.” Bucky reminded you as you pulled him closer to you, the music luckily slowing down as you grew closer to each other, your hands settling on the nape of his neck as his settled on your hips. “Does your mother know that you’re out?” He teased, squeezing your clothed skin gently as you began to sway to the music that echoed throughout the hall.
“Guess seeing you is jus’ worth the risk.” You smiled softly. Your entire body felt as if it was on fire, Bucky’s hands sat so innocently on your hips but as your mind began to wind down a dark path of where else you wanted them to go, you huffed in defeat, making his eyebrows pull together in confusion.
“You know your Pop would have my head if he saw us.” You laughed and nodded in agreement, your fingers twirling the hair that sat at the nape of Bucky’s neck as he pulled you even closer to him. Bucky ducked his head down slightly, lips grazing your ear as he spoke. “I see you nearly every day and It drives me insane that I can’t jus’ be with you.”
You gnawed on your lower lip, you knew exactly how Bucky felt. You wanted nothing more than to leap into his arms every time he entered your home, to kiss him until you were both short of breath and your lips were swollen but you both knew that you couldn’t but hell, you really fucking wanted to.
Bucky’s breath fanned over your ear as he continued to speak, your fingers trembling slightly as you listened intently. “I jus’ want to be with you Y/N, every day. If you don’t feel the same, I truly apologize for overstepping but hell, if you feel the same, please tell me doll.”
You pulled back slightly, hurt coursing through Bucky’s entire body as you pulled away from him, the crowd around you erupting into cheers as the music began to pick up its pace. You looked around the room and unhooked your hands from Bucky’s neck, taking his hand in yours and pulling him through the hoards of people that flooded the dance hall.
Bucky tried his best to focus on following you but with the bare skin of your hand against his, he was transfixed on the thought of every inch of your bare skin against his. He knew he shouldn’t be having those kind of thoughts but he just couldn’t help it, you were everything he wanted and more.
Your teeth chattered slightly as you exited the dance hall, Bucky’s hand still in yours, the crisp Brooklyn air pushing against you both as you continued to pull him down the street. He had no idea where you were taking him but he would’ve let you pull him to the edge of the Earth and back if it meant he could spend a few more moments with you.
“Doll, where are we going?” You squeezed Bucky’s hand slightly and shushed him as you turned onto another street, leading him along the sidewalk before taking another turn, landing you on the block where your home sat.
“You have to quiet otherwise we’ll get caught and I’ll be locked up for eternity.” You whispered, instructing him to take off his shoes as you let go of his hand and took your own off, making your way up a fire escape. Bucky watched you in bewilderment, where in the hell were you taking him?
He followed you regardless, trying his best to mimic your footsteps as you carefully and quietly made your way onto the small landing of the fire escape, a half opened window in front of you both as Bucky caught up and finally caught on to where you were.
“Y/N, this is dangerous doll. If we get caught -”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” You smiled, clambering through the window and offering a hand to Bucky as he mimicked you once again, trying his best to not create any noise that would wake your parents or brothers.
You set your shoes down softly on the floor, taking Bucky’s and doing the same as he stepped closer to you, his right hand hesitantly grabbing your waist as his left moved to cradle your cheek, bodies pressed tightly together. You licked your lips slowly, a barely audible groan leaving Bucky’s chest as he watched your tongue swipe across your pink lips, God he wanted to kiss those lips.
“Your Pop will shoot me dead if he catches us in here.” Bucky whispered, breath fanning over your lips as you stepped onto your tiptoes. Your lips barely grazed Bucky’s as you attempted to speak, noses nudging against each other lightly as your eyes fluttered closed.
“Then let him take us both down.” Bucky took the leap of faith, his lips pressing against yours in a delicate kiss.
The kiss - your first kiss - was everything. It was soft, slow, needy. Bucky’s lips slotted perfectly into yours as if you were made for each other, your hands grabbing at his tie and pulling you closer to him as he now cradled your face with both hands. You both began to relax into each other, slowly walking backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed.
“Y/N, are you sure you want this?” Bucky asked, pulling back ever so slightly as you spun the two of your around so Bucky was now sat on your bed, the material of his tie still between your fingers as you nodded slowly. Pressing soft pecks onto his swollen lips as you clambered onto his lap, legs on either side of him as you tugged him closer to you, chests pressed together and breathing ragged as you soaked in the feel of each other.
“James. My name is actually James.” Bucky confessed, fingers slowly slinking under the material of your dress as you cocked an eyebrow at him but smiled anyway.
“You are the first person who ever treated me like a human being rather than just a dame who’s going to be an old housewife.” You admitted. “I’ve always been told that all I will be is someones wife and a child's mother but you make me feel like I should be more, that I can be more. You completely have my heart James.”
Bucky swore he felt his heart skip a beat, his mind screaming at him to kiss you until either of you could breathe. He wanted you in every way humanly possible and he was pretty sure at the this point you wanted him in the exact same way.
“You are so much more than they told you Y/N.” Bucky reassured, thumbs grazing the skin of your inner thighs as he looked up at you. “You make me feel like I’m walking on air and I never want that feeling to leave, even if it means risking your Pop murdering me.” You laughed quietly and pulled Bucky into a bruising kiss, your desire and need for each other prominent as you held onto each other as if your lives depended on it.
The next morning as Bucky began to make his way out of your bedroom window, shoes in one hand and one of your hands in the other, you felt as if you were living in a fantasy.
“Don’t look so glum doll, I’ll be back tonight.” Bucky reassured quietly, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckles as you lent on your window ledge. “Don’t think I could stay away even if I tried.” You rolled your eyes but kissed him regardless, reveling in the feeling of his lips against yours before pulling away slowly.
“You better get going before Ma comes in to wake me up, don’t want her ratting us out.” You sighed, kissing Bucky again before gently pushing him towards the stairs of the fire escape. “I’ll see you tonight, James.” Bucky rolled his eyes at you but stole a quick kiss before heading down the fire escape, tugging on his shoes as he reached the bottom.
Bucky looked up to your window and sent you a wink before turning to head home, his body colliding with another as he turned around. You nearly choked on your breath as you watched Bucky’s entire demeanor shrink and his mouth open and close repeatedly in a search for words. Bucky knew he had to stand his ground, straightening up his back and taking a deep breath, he gave the biggest smile he could.
“G’Morning Mr. Y/L/N, how’s it going?”
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Summary: Sam and Nat decide it’d be funny to cockblock the former Winter Soldier after his girl returns from a long mission away.
Word count: 3.5k oops. (Sorry I got a lil carried away, this was just really fun to write tbh 😂)
Warnings: Smut. If you’re under 18, go away.
“Fuck” Bucky groans under his breath as you roll your hips backwards, your ass rubbing against his stiff cock. His arms tighten around your waist as he buries his face into your hair, a needy whimper escaping the back of his throat.
The sinful way you ground your hips against him was driving him wild and what started out as spooning while watching a movie was quickly turning into something else as indicated by the heavy pants coming from the super soldier.
“Baby...” he breathes, one of his hands coming to rest on top of your hip. You stifle a groan, biting your lip as he pulls your hips tightly against him, pressing his cock against the soft flesh of your ass as he ruts into you. The grip you have on the arm still wrapped around you tightens, nails digging into his forearm as he grabs your breast and squeezes.
You had just gotten back from a mission earlier this morning. After a week apart and a few steamy photos sent between the two of you, the distance had definitely taken its toll. Bucky had insisted on some relaxation for you after your shower and you happily complied, your tired muscles seeming to loosen up already as he hugged you into him. However, things began to head a different direction when you accidentally wiggled your butt against Bucky’s crotch whilst reaching for your phone on the table in front of you. The small moan from the supersoldier had shot straight to your core, making you freeze before he pulled you back against him, your breath hitching when he pressed an open mouth kiss to your neck.
“You’re killin’ me, doll,” he groans, his grip on your hip tightening as you let out an unsteady breath. Turning your head, you capture his lips with yours, one hand coming to tangle in his hair as you rub your ass onto him once more, a soft moan making its way from your lips.
He turns you to face him, draping one of your legs over his hip, his arms wrapping around you once more. Pressing his lips back onto yours, he swallows your whimper as he rolls his hips into you, his hard cock brushing against your clit just right. A growl rumbles through his chest, the noises coming from you making him even harder as he rolls his hips again, wanting to hear more.
“Bucky…” you begin to say before a loud knocking interrupts you. Steve pokes his head in moments later.
“Guys, Fury wants us in the briefing room right now” the blond says, opening the door further to reveal Nat as well. “Said it’s important and needs us all there immediately.”
A loud groan sounds from beside you, followed by a thump as Bucky’s head drops against the pillows. “That means no delays, Barnes.” Natasha says, knowing smirk playing on her face as she shuts the door.
“Come on, Buck, you heard them, let’s go,” you say, trying to sit up, but Bucky just pulls you tighter against him. You bite your lip to stifle a giggle as the once menacing winter soldier pouts from beside you.
“What am I going to do with this?” He asks, gesturing downwards, and this time you do giggle, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear affectionately. A smile tugs at your lips as he captures your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
“We can finish this after, okay, baby?” You coo, going to press a kiss to his cheek. At the last moment, he turns his face, pressing his lips to yours. He nips at your bottom lip, arms tightening around you once again as he tries to deepen the kiss. Pulling back, you chuckle lightly at the super soldier, knowing this was one of his tricks (that worked most of the time).
“We gotta go, baby” you scold him affectionately, reaching back to pull his arm from around you as he lets out a whine. He knew he was being difficult, but when it came to you, he just couldn’t help it.
“Pardon me, Ms. Y/N, Sergeant Barnes,” FRIDAY’s automated voice says, interrupting Bucky’s protests, “I apologize for interrupting, but I’m afraid Fury is requesting your presence immediately, and he does not like to wait.”
“Thank you, FRIDAY, tell him we’re on our way” you reply, standing up and pulling the brunet to his feet as well. You suppress the urge to laugh at his pouting expression, his dick still semi-hard as it creates a small tent in his sweats. You don’t fully catch what he grumbles under his breath as you pull him along, but reckon it was something along the lines of Fury being a cockblocking son of a bitch.
“Glad you two could finally join us,” Fury greets irritatedly at the two of you as you walk in. You shoot him an apologetic smile before sitting down in one of the unoccupied chairs, Bucky sitting beside you.
Overall, the meeting was quite uneventful, with Fury briefing the team about some sort of political argument that had occurred because of the Avengers. The team was no longer allowed to go on missions for the remainder of the week until it was resolved. That was fine by you, and you even caught Bucky smirking, his mind no doubt thinking of what he could do with you for an entire week.
“Well, it looks like we’re having a team day then.” Tony says as the briefing comes to an end. “Barbecue and mojitos. Everyone go change and meet at the pool pronto.”
Every nods in agreement, standing up to go change into their bathing suits before Bucky speaks up.
“Well, uh, Y/N and I are gonna spend some—uh, time alone. We’ll meet up later” the super soldier says, rubbing a hand on his neck as he looks at you with a small smirk. The look he shoots Sam next as he speaks, was a full on Winter Soldier death glare.
“Aww, c’mon Barnes. She just got back. We missed her too you know!” Sam says with a smug grin, coming over to wrap his arm around your shoulders, handing coming up to ruffle your hair. You don’t miss the way Bucky’s jaw clenches, at both Sam’s smugness and the fact that he was right. He hated when Sam was right.
“Yeah, Bucky. We miss our favourite girl.” Natasha says, also walking up and putting an arm around your waist. Your eyes narrow suspiciously as you catch Sam and Nat sharing a knowing glance, but can’t help but smile at Bucky’s expression as he scowls.
“Hey Buck, help me tie this?” You ask, holding onto the front of your bikini as the strings hang down.
A shiver runs through you as large, calloused hands make their way up your waist, his hot breath settling on your neck with an open mouthed kiss placed there soon after.
The top strings around your neck come undone a few moments later as his hands make their way to rest on top of yours, easing them from their position along with the bikini that you were holding down, letting it fall to the floor.
A small laugh makes its way past your lips at the former winter soldier’s antics, but you humour him, turning around to face him. He’s in his swim shorts, his upper body bare, the outlines of his muscles prominent and protruding and you can’t help but lick your lips as he breathes out.
“Never gonna get tired of these breasts” he murmurs, reaching up to cup the left one with his right hand, kneading gently as his left arm snakes it’s way around you. You lean into him, one hand on his chest, the other above the delicious v-line that adorned the tops of his hips. He looks into your eyes before his gaze drops down to your lips, his tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his own.
“Y’gonna kiss me, soldier?” You ask him, getting lost in the blue of his eyes as you feel his growing erection on your lower abdomen.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice, his lips coming to meet yours as soon as the words roll off your tongue.
A soft moan leaves his lips as he tastes you, missing your lips far too much during your time apart. His hands move to cup your ass, squeezing before reaching the back of your thighs, picking you up as you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms going around his neck.
He walks backwards until the backs of his legs hit the bed, sitting down on the edge with you on his lap, still kissing you with fervour.
A groan escapes his throat when you grind your hips down. “You like that, baby?” You whisper, rolling your hips once more. His large hands move to your hips, pulling them down to create more friction as his head lulls back, exposing his neck.
You kiss his pulse point, his groans only spurring you on, sucking a spot that you knew would leave a mark. His grip on your hips tighten as you continue to grind on him, your arousal seeping through your bikini bottoms and onto his swim shorts. He could feel the slickness with each glide of your hips, his breath coming in shallow pants as you continued to nip and suck along his neck.
He was putty when it came to you, your every movement sending more pleasure through him. Each moan and whimper that left your pretty lips sent a new jolt of arousal through his stomach as his eyes screw shut in pleasure. He loved it when you took control like this sometimes, bringing both him and yourself pleasure whilst whispering filthy things in his ear.
His left hand reaches into your bikini bottoms, the coldness of the metal making you hiss as it comes into contact with your clit. A breathy moan leaves you and he begins to rub fast circles on the nub, darkened blue eyes watching you, his jaw hanging slack as you continue to grind into him.
“Fuck, James” you breathe, throwing your head back. His hand picks up its pace, hearing his name rolling off your tongue in such a sinful way driving him crazy. “Want you inside me, baby—fuuck.”
“Yeah, babydoll? Is that what you want?” He grits, jaw clenching, to which you nod your head fervently.
He pulls you down with him as he drops his back to the bed, lifting you with him as he moves back further onto the mattress so that his legs no longer hang off the side.
He quickly fists the material of your bikini bottom on both sides before ripping them off.
“Hey!—“ you begin to protest, but he shushes you with a deep, passionate kiss.
“Those were ruined already anyways” he smirks against your lips. The chuckle dies in his throat, quickly turning into a groan when you grind your bare pussy onto the thin fabric of his swim shorts, his eyebrows scrunching together.
You pull back to push his shorts down before he kicks them off, lifting yourself up a bit as his dick springs from it’s confines, making a wet slapping sound as it hits his stomach. He was impossibly hard.
Dropping back down, the two of you moan in unison as your bare cunt makes contact with his cock, sliding back slowly, drenching him in your slickness.
You lift back up, grasping his thick cock in your hand. He chokes on air as a loud blaring rings out, startling you so that you accidentally squeeze his cock tightly.
“ATTENTION HORN DOGS. I REPEAT ATTENTION HORN DOGS. GET YOUR ASSES TO THE POOL RIGHT NOW!” Sam’s voice booms through the speakers on the ceiling. No doubt Tony had overrode the system, allowing the stupid bird boy to hijack the intercoms.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE US ALONE, SAM!” Bucky yells back, frustration lacing his words.
“NO CAN DO.” Comes Sam’s reply before the previous loud blaring sound ensues once more.
Covering your ears at the deafening sound, you see Bucky’s jaw clench, a murderous look in his eyes as he stares at the intercom angrily, his fists balling.
“Y’ALL HAVE FIVE MINUTES BEFORE I TURN THIS UP A NOTCH” Sam voice returns, as Bucky begins to reach for the gun that he kept in his bedside drawer.
Removing one of your hands from your ears, you grasp Bucky’s arm so that he couldn’t shoot the intercom system.
“Let’s just go” You shout over the deafening sounds. You were quite fed up with the whole ordeal, the beginnings of a headache beginning to creep up in the back of your head because of the sound. The loud noise did nothing but to agitate you, your jaw setting in place as your temper begins to flare.
“Sam! Turn this shit off NOW before I take a giant heaping shit on your fucking bed” you shout, and the noise stops abruptly.
“You wouldn’t..” comes Sam’s reply, silence settling over the room now, which was soon replaced by ringing in your ears.
“Fucking try me.” You grit, standing up as you pull Bucky up as well as you close your eyes briefly, a headache beginning to settle in.
“Fine but y’all have 5 minutes to get down here before I—“ you don’t let him finish before taking the knife strapped to the bottom of the bed and throw it into the speaker, effectively breaking it. Tony would have a field day about it, but to be fair, he was the one that allowed the override in the first place.
“God, babydoll, you know it gets me hot and bothered when you threaten that glorified chicken man like that” Bucky smirks from beside you, putting a hand on your waist. “You okay?” He asks, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
You nod, walking over to your drawers to find a bikini and slip it on quickly before throwing Bucky a new pair of shorts.
Bucky’s hands are on you once more as soon as he’s put the shorts back on, massaging your shoulders slightly. You let a breath out, some of the tension leaving you as his hands work against your skin.
“Come on, let’s go before the asshole turns that shit on again”, Bucky says, pressing another kiss to your temple as he walks you out.
The first thing you do once you reach the pool area is kick Sam straight into the water as he sputters once he’s surfaced again.
“Honestly, you deserved that for interrupting two of the world’s deadliest assassins in the middle of their sexy time” Clint chuckles as you point the middle finger at Sam. “I’d be scared if I were you.”
Moving onto where Natasha laid on one of the chairs, you stood over her, effectively blocking her sun.
“I know the game the two of you are trying to pull” you say unamusedly once she tips her sunglasses down to look at you.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N” she smirks, sipping on her drink to which you just roll your eyes. Shaking your head, you walk away from the redhead and towards the mini bar. You were going to need a few drinks if this kept up.
The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully, though you did throw Sam into the water every chance you got. He was a grumbling ball of anger by the time you and the rest of the team decided to continue this ‘team hangout day’ inside in the rec room.
“Here’s some clothes for you to change into,” Sam says smugly, handing Bucky a bag with a shirt, pants and some socks. “You know, to spare you a trip up to your room since I know how much you hate elevators.”
“Fuck off” Bucky grunts, taking the bag and walking towards the direction of the bathrooms. You had told him about Sam and Nat’s little game plan and he had groaned frustratedly before shoving Sam into the pool only moments after he had crawled out, cussing him out the entire time Sam yelled.
“I brought you a dress so you don’t have to make the trip back up to your room either, Y/N. Even brought you panties like the good friend I am.” Nat says, a shit eating grin on her face as she hands you one of the two bags she had produced from seemingly out of nowhere. You narrow your eyes at her before snatching the bag from her hands, which elicits a laugh from the redhead before she pushes you in the direction of the bathroom opposite of the way Bucky had gone. Oh she was so going to pay for this.
Once you emerge from the bathroom changed, Bucky’s hand finds its way over yours, interlacing your fingers as you follow the rest of the group to the rec room.
Having just returned from a mission earlier this morning, you and Bucky sat on one of the armchairs, watching as the rest of your teammates shot billiards or played air hockey. Clint was definitely the reigning champ of both.
You had snuggled onto Bucky’s lap, his arms around you as he presses kisses to your shoulders periodically. You had to admit, spending the day with the team was very nice, but the fleeting touches and soft caresses from Bucky throughout the afternoon definitely didn’t help the fact that you had been deprived of him for over a week.
“Be right back” You murmur, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s hair as you get off his lap. His eyes are on you the entire time as you make your way over to the mini-fridge. God what he’d do to bend you over that fridge and take you right now.
He craved you, the need to feel you under his fingertips almost overwhelming. It hadn’t helped that you had been in a bikini for most of the afternoon.
He groans under his breath when you bend down to grab two bottles of beer, the short dress riding up to expose a bit of the black lace of your underwear. Blood goes straight to his dick when he closes his eyes momentarily, envisioning his hands on your ass and ripping those panties off you.
You jump slightly when you feel Bucky’s breath on the back of your neck as you set the bottles down, reaching for the bottle opener on the shelf above.
“Come with me,” he grunts, grabbing your hand as he pulls you to the side of rec room. His hand moves along the decorative tile lining of the wall, stopping once he’s found what he was looking for. Before you have time to ask him what was happening, the floor beneath you spins and when you blink again you’re in a different room. It’s small and cozy, a couple book shelves and an arm chair in the corner with a tall light beside it, illuminating the room.
“Wha—“ you begin to ask, but Bucky cuts you off.
“Secret room. Found it by mistake one day. Took me a while to figure out how to get the fuck out,” he grunts, “guess it’s coming in handy now.”
You had known that the tower was full of secret rooms and escape routes, but you were surprised that in all the times you had been in the rec room, not once had you ever seen the little trigger button. Guess it’s called a secret for a reason.
“C’mere,” Bucky murmurs pulling you into him by the hips before crashing his lips to yours.
“Need you so bad, baby” He groans, walking you backwards until your back hits the wall adjacent to the one with the entrance you had just come from.
He pulls your left leg up to his hip, his body trapping you to the wall as he grinds his hips into you. A breathy moan escapes you as the rough denim of his pants provide just the right amount of friction on your core as it rubs into you.
He repeats the motion, lips going to your neck, sucking your sweet spot as you arch into him. He hisses when you snake your hand between your bodies, palming him through his jeans, his teeth sinking into your shoulder when you hold onto him through the material, applying slight pressure.
His hand moves up your thigh, finding its way to your core, pushing your panties aside, and without warning, he enters a finger in you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp as you throw your head back.
“Fuck—“ you breathe as he begins moving it in and out, his pace increasing. The heel of his hand grinds against your clit with each movement and your mouth hangs open, the pleasure building in your lower abdomen.
“Fuck baby, so wet for me. Could feel you when you were sitting on me” he groans, pressing his lips back onto yours as your arch into him.
“James” You moan loudly as he inserts another finger, his lips moving to continue their assault on your neck. “Fuck—yes, just like that, baby.” You whimper as his pace increases, spurred on by your reactions.
“Oh pardon me, I didn’t mean to interrupt your moment” a voice says from behind Bucky. Snapping your eyes open and pulling Bucky’s hand out of your panties, your eyes widen at the sight in front you you.
Vision stands in the doorway, the door rotated so that it was parallel to the floor, allowing almost full visibility into the small secret room from the rec room. The rest of the team stood outside, mostly with shocked expressions on their faces with exclusion to Sam and Nat who sported amused looks.
It’s completely silent as Bucky leads you out of the room.
“DO NOT EVEN START!” He snaps when Sam opens his mouth to speak, suddenly picking you up and swinging you across his shoulder. “Me and my girlfriend are leaving now to have sex. Fuck. Screw. Do the do. Whatever you want to call it. IN PEACE AND PRIVATE. If anyone, and I mean ANYONE, interrupts us for ANY fucking reason, I will personally make sure that they never see the light of day again. And NO ONE will ever find the body. GOOD BYE.” Bucky yells, his chest heaving slightly as he storms out of the room with you still over his shoulder.
When you lift your head up, you can’t help but laugh the varying faces of your quickly receding teammates. Their expressions ranged from absolutely mortified, to shocked, to confused, with Sam and Nat doubled over laughing. You quickly give them the finger, making them laugh harder as you roll your eyes.
Bucky carries you all the way to your shared room, barely waiting for the elevator doors to open before squeezing through them and kicking the door closed once you guys were inside.
“Now, where were we?” He asks, depositing you on the bed, immediately going to kiss your neck as you arch into him. His large hand roams beneath your dress, cupping your breast as a whimper escapes you.
A wolfish grin appears on Bucky’s face as he pulls back slightly to look down at you as a breathless giggle slips past your lips, your fingers tangling in his hair. A slight smirk plays on your lips as you pull him down to you, a playful glint in your eyes as your lips hover over his.
“We are so going to fuck on Sam and Nat’s beds as payback.”
A/N: Ok since there were no “s e x smut” things in this fic, I’m gonna link Cherry Stem Kisses here if you’re craving some sexsex smut, ya know? 😂 Tbh this fic got me going though.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Hate sex with Bucky. That’s it, baby.
Warnings: angst (?), smut (18+), unprotected sex, female receiving hand job/oral
A/N: LMAOOOOO tumblr deleted my old one so we are reposting. this is my fav fic that i’ve written so i had to. if i used your gif the first time, i am so sorry!!! new take care soon. enjoy this little round two of ego baby. GIF IS NOT MINE
Bucky hadn’t met anyone in his entire life that pissed him off as much as you did.
Okay, that was a lie. He had been tortured by sociopathic war criminals for seventy years, so those people pissed him off more. You were a strong number two, though.
Seriously, did you have to show up first for every meeting? Every single goddamn mission briefing you were first in the conference room. Every. Single. Time.
And what was with your chipper attitude before eight in the morning? Steve’s morning cheeriness always annoyed him, but he had never met a morning person like you. You practically radiated sunshine, which attracted everyone else to you, but not Bucky. He wanted to close the shades and go back to bed.
And you didn’t even drink coffee. You were just like that normally. It was downright unnatural.
You never take anything seriously, either. One time on a mission you were stabbed, fully skewered, and instead of screaming and crying (which was what anyone else would do), you made a joke about how you were no longer one of the Avengers without powers: you could shapeshift into a shish kabob.
When you weren’t making stupid jokes, you were being a smartass. Bucky was quiet around everyone normally, besides maybe Sam and Steve, but every time he talked you had some witty comeback, and it would make the entire team laugh. Except him.
On top of that, everyone loved you. Everyone. It was infuriating. Do you know how long it took for the team to even shoot Bucky a second glance? The second you arrived you drew everyone to you. Bullshit.
It would be easier to hate you if you were ugly. Unfortunately, you were not ugly, you were the prettiest girl Bucky had ever seen. It pissed Bucky off that he couldn’t tell that if he was thinking about you that much because of how annoying you were or because of how beautiful you were.
No, it had to be because of how annoying you were.
Bucky knew that you knew that he hated you. He made it abundantly clear, he didn’t even try to mask it anymore. It became a running joke on the team, so much so that Steve partnered Bucky with you on missions just because it was funny.
Bucky would never tell you that he thought you were pretty, though. Better to leave that unsaid.
One day, after a successful mission, Tony decided to throw a party to celebrate. It had kicked everyone’s ass, but goddamn it, you won. No one was injured, no civilians were killed, you didn’t even level a city — all of that was cause for celebration if Stark had ever heard one.
Bucky parked himself at the bar, sipping his whiskey slowly. He never liked these things, he much preferred to stay in his room or just have a beer with Sam and Steve. He would never admit it, but the only reason he came was to see you.
To see how annoying you were at the party, of course.
You were sitting on one of the couches, laughing at something Rhodey had said. You did this thing when you laughed where your eyes would squeeze shut and your nose would scrunch up, and your hand would cover your face.
Bucky rolled his eyes. How were you always laughing at shit? What was so funny? Bucky figured he laughed once a day, tops. You laughed at least once during every conversation you had with someone. He had asked you about it once on a mission, after you made a joke about how the evil villain monologue was your favorite part of going on missions.
“How is that your favorite part? How can you be okay with these people existing in the world?” Bucky snapped. “Is everything a joke to you?”
“Funny things are,” you winked, and pulled out your gun and got ready to charge the enemy.
Bucky was so absorbed in the memory that he didn’t notice you had approached him until you were right next to him.
“Barnes,” you nodded, pulling out the barstool next to him.
Bucky swallowed as he took you in. You were wearing a tight dress, showing an ample amount of cleavage. It was hard enough to be partnered with you on missions, you and that tight tactical suit had made him lose his focus multiple times.
The thing Bucky hated most about you, though? You were the best sex he had ever had.
It happened by accident the first time. After a mission, Bucky yelled at you because you jumped in front of him, distracting the enemy. It was a risky move, especially because Bucky had a bulletproof arm. You had bulletproof… nothing.
You had rolled your eyes and bit your lip, which he hated. He couldn’t stand it when you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on it slightly.
Probably because he wanted to do that instead.
He attributes that as to why one second he was yelling at you for how stupid you were, and the next he had you pinned to the wall and his hands on your hips.
Every time after he finished, he would get up quickly and tell you: “That was the last time.”
“You always say that,” you would laugh breathlessly, skin glowing from the orgasm he had just given you. “We’ll see, Bucky.”
“I mean it. This is it.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow night, then?” You would chuckle, and Bucky would slam your door as he left your room.
No one knew but you two. Bucky would be damned if anyone found out about it, especially Sam of Steve. He didn’t even want to know the jokes they would make about it. You didn’t tell anyone. That was maybe the only thing Bucky liked about you: you would never kiss and tell.
“Y/L/N,” Bucky turned back towards the bar and put his now empty glass on the counter.
He prayed that you wouldn’t talk to him anymore, but knowing you, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Another annoying thing about you: you liked to talk.
“Nice work today, on the mission. I think we did a great job,” you commented, and then turned your attention to Thor, who was bartending. “Can I get a prosecco with a splash of vodka and can he get another whiskey? Dry?”
“Of course, Lady Y/N,” Thor smiled widely at you, which you returned. Why were you always so goddamn smiley?
“I can order for myself.” Bucky snapped through gritted teeth.
“Cheer up, baby. It’s a party.” You winked at him and his breath hitched, his heart in his throat. No one had had this effect on him ever.
And IT WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING!
“I hate parties,” he grumbled, and nodded at Thor as he passed him his drink. “And don’t call me ‘baby’.”
“I thought you liked pet names,” you smirked as you brought the glass to your lips.
“You thought wrong.” Bucky quipped, and his mind jumped back to how he had you positioned just last night. Both of your legs draped over his shoulders as he pounded himself into you, fast and hard, just how you liked it. Your breasts bounced with his movement, and you couldn’t keep your eyes open from the pleasure he brought you. Harder, baby. That’s right, just like that.
No one had ever called him that before.
You rolled your eyes at him. “I’ll remember that for next time.”
“There isn’t going to be a next time.” Bucky seethed, and turned so he was looking you in the eye. “We’re done. It’s over.”
“Ten bucks says you’re wrong.” You bit down on your lip again, pulling it between your teeth, to stop yourself from smiling.
Bucky’s eyes darted to your lip in-between your teeth, and it took everything in him not to look at your tits. They were rising and falling slowly, in sync with your breathing. The fabric of your dress clung onto them, showcasing your supple skin.
“We’re done.” Bucky turned himself back towards the bar, and you just laughed.
“What did I do, Buck?” You chuckled, taking another sip of your cocktail. “Seriously. What did I do?”
“What are you babbling about now?” Bucky groaned. Only Steve called him ‘Buck’, and he couldn’t tell how he felt about you calling him that. It made his stomach feel all jittery, like something was flying around inside of it.
Definitely not butterflies. Something else.
“Why do you hate me, I mean,” you crossed your legs in the barstool.
Bucky had to physically stop himself from grabbing you by the waist and putting you on top of the counter, and spreading your soft thighs apart so he could dip his tongue inside of you right then and there.
“I don’t hate you.”
You laughed dryly, and downed your cocktail. “Don’t worry, you can tell me in bed later.”
“We are not—” Bucky started to protest as you hopped down from the barstool, and you put your hand on his forearm, squeezing gently.
“Feel free to let yourself in when you come over,” You winked, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Bucky was fuming with silent bewilderment as he turned to watch you walk away. His hand flew up to his cheek, touching the skin where you had kissed him. He could feel the outline from your lip gloss on his stubble, and he wiped it away quickly and prayed that no one saw you kiss him.
Luckily, everyone seemed to be absorbed in their own drunken conversations to notice what you had done.
The ego on you to assume he would come over.
“I am not coming over,” Bucky grumbled to himself and downed his whiskey.
Bucky came over.
Everyone else seemed to enjoy the rest of the party, besides him, obviously. He spent the remainder of the night drinking whiskey after whiskey, trying to get you out of his head. The only problem was that every time he looked up, you were there, laughing or dancing with your friends.
At one point, Banner, who had the aux, played a Beyoncé song, and when she sang the line “can’t keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy,” you had grabbed a handful of your ass through your silky dress and winked back at Natasha.
Bucky clenched his jaw and fixed his eyes back on his drink, trying to get the image of having you bent over his knee and slapping your ass with his metal hand out of his head.
You were one of the last people to leave, and Bucky couldn’t find it in himself to leave until you did. When you finally left, you hadn’t given him a second glance.
It pissed him off. He had figured you would at least shoot him a cheeky grin, but no.
You and your fucking ego. It’s like you knew that he was waiting for you to leave just so he could follow you.
You walked slowly back to your room, only slightly buzzed at this point. Most of the alcohol had dissipated in your system while you were dancing; a light coat of sweat covered your body, leaving you glistening.
Bucky downed his fourteenth whiskey, still not feeling anything because he can’t get drunk, and followed you out of the party.
He kept his distance, and tucked his hands into his jean pockets. He followed you through the dark and quiet hallway, matching his pace with yours. You were walking slow, but still somehow gracefully in your tall heels. As you approached your door, you slowed your pace down even more so, and walked into your apartment.
Bucky stopped walking and watched you open your door and head inside. He gave you about thirty seconds of alone time before he followed you inside. He didn’t bother knocking, you knew he was coming. He ignored the blow to his ego, how you knew just how desperate he was for you.
When he opened your door, he saw you at your kitchen counter, pouring yourself a glass of water.
“Took you long enough,” you smirked, taking a sip of the ice water. A drop of the condensation building on the side dripped from the glass and hit your chest, sliding down the valley of your breasts.
Bucky closed the door behind him and walked over to you in the kitchen, ignoring your teasing as he spread his large hands across your hips, where they belonged. His grip was tight enough to hurt, and he wouldn’t grab you like that if he didn’t know how much you loved it.
Your breath hitched in your throat as he pushed himself against you, already semi-hard. His hands remained on your hips, squeezing even harder when he heard a soft whine escape your lips.
You played off your reaction, trying to keep your cool and save face. You didn’t hate Bucky, you never had — but he was annoying. You knew that he was proud of how much of an effect he had on you, and that pissed you off.
You didn’t like to sacrifice your pride for physical intimacy, but let’s face it, Barnes knew how to work your body in ways you never knew anyone could.
“Did you like watching me dance?” You whispered, fixing your gaze straight ahead of you.
Bucky swallowed when he thought about how you had moved your body on the dance floor, swaying your hips and occasionally grinding on Natasha. He thought about how carefree you looked, how the dress clung to your body because of the light coat of sweat that covered you.
“Bold of you to assume I was watching you,” Bucky planted a kiss on the skin just behind your ear, and ran his metal fingers up and down your bare arm. Goosebumps raised on your skin, which just made him smile — once again, Barnes was proud of the effect he had on you.
“Oh, really?” You tried to keep your voice level, and you pressed your ass further into his hips. “Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy,” you chuckled, quoting the song.
His cock twitched at your tone, and you took another sip of your water, downing it, leaving only ice. Bucky’s hands went to the bottom of your party dress, fingers clinging to the silky material. He slowly hiked it up, showcasing your bare ass to him.
Bucky’s metal hand pressed firm to your lower back, and he started bending you over the kitchen counter slowly. Your forearms pressed down into the granite countertop, holding your weight there. His right hand grabbed your ass and started kneading your soft skin.
“You have a lot of ego for someone that is quite literally soaking,” Bucky commented as he dipped his fingers into your sex, collecting your wetness there. “Someone’s eager to see me.”
Your head was turned back slightly towards him, wanting to watch him. You rolled your eyes at his comment. “You say that like you’re not hard just from looking at me.”
“You goin’ to lose the attitude, or am I going to have to fuck it out of you?” Bucky grabbed a fistful of your hair, and yanked you back up so you were standing again. You moaned at his touch, loving when he’s rough with you.
He twisted your body around and you gasped as you were facing his front again. His pupils were dilated with one thing and one thing only: desire.
“I asked you a question.” Bucky’s hands were back on your hips, squeezing hard enough to leave marks in his wake. His lips went to your throat, where he left dozens of kisses, wet and sloppy just like you liked them.
“Yes,” you breathed, eyelashes fluttering. You weren’t composed enough to give him an answer.
“Yes, what? You’re going to lose that attitude?” You could feel his smirk on your neck, the bastard.
“Yes, fuck me.”
“You gonna use your manners, or am I going to have to make you?” He was thoroughly enjoying this, you practically begging for him.
“Yes, fuck me, please, Bucky.” You whined as his metal fingers went back to your sex, teasing at your entrance.
“That’s better.” Bucky wrapped his hands around the back of your thighs and lifted you with ease to the top of the kitchen counter. This probably constituted a health code violation, but whatever. It’s not like you could cook, anyway. “You and this dress of yours…”
His voice trailed off, and his hands spread across your thighs and you were thankful you shaved your legs before the party. He groped your skin and slowly spread your thighs apart even further, so he could stand between them.
“This pretty little dress of yours was drivin’ me crazy all night.” Bucky kissed the skin just above your tits, and then left a trail of kisses up to your face. “You love to tease me, don’t you, honey?”
You nodded, unable to answer. His fingers were drawing little circles on your thighs, and you could practically feel how much he was holding himself back, just wanting to tease you.
“Just ‘cause you can’t answer my questions, I think I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine. How does that sound, baby?”
“Bucky,” you whispered, and his grip tightened on your thighs. All you wanted him to do was to fuck you fast and hard on the kitchen counter, but you knew he was going to make you wait.
He was so fucking annoying.
Bucky looked down at the kitchen counter and saw your empty glass of water with only a few ice cubes inside of it. That gave him an idea.
He lifted your dress up, and you raised your arms, obeying his silent command. He was still fully clothed, which just made you feel all the more vulnerable. All you were wearing under your dress was a lace thong, which he also quickly disposed of, leaving you only in your heels.
One thing Bucky did like about you, though? How you trusted him to see you as vulnerable as you were right now.
He helped you lower yourself down onto the kitchen counter, only the cold granite beneath you. It felt amazing in combination with your skin, still soaked in sweat from your dancing. Your thighs were spread apart and he stood between them.
Your chest was rising and falling in anticipation, which made him chuckle. “Look how desperate you are, just for me.”
All you could manage to do was roll your eyes at him, and he grabbed one of the ice cubes remaining in your glass.
You whined when the ice cube hit your skin, and your nipples hardened immediately. Bucky smiled when he saw the goosebumps rising on your skin as he drew the piece of ice down your torso, leaving it teasingly over your nipple.
You clenched around nothing at the sensation of the ice on your breast, and hissed when his mouth went to your other one. His mouth wrapped around your tit, swirling his tongue around your nipple. Your thighs flexed, trying to relieve some of the pressure building in your sex, but Bucky’s hips prevented you from getting any real relief. Slowly, the ice cube melted away, leaving the cool and wet sensation on your left breast.
Bucky’s mouth didn’t let up on your tit, and just grabbed another ice cube from your glass. He let go of your nipple with a loud pop, and put the other ice cube right on your nipple.
“Buck,” you squirmed underneath him as his lips went to your other tit. He gave it the same treatment that he gave the first, and your ankles hooked around your ass as you tried to relieve some of the pressure.
“Y/N,” He smirked back up at you, planting a kiss down on your hardened nipple. The ice cube was now resting on your belly button, slowly melting away. His fingers started moving it down towards your core slowly, and put it directly on your mound.
You were restless, and so incredibly turned on that you couldn’t focus on anything other than the combination of the white hot fire burning in your belly and the coolness of the ice cube that was dripping down your folds.
You tried to clench your thighs again, which just made him spread them further apart. “Not yet, baby.”
“I thought you hated pet na— Ah!” Your back arched off of the kitchen counter as he slid two long fingers inside of you. “Give a girl a warning, would you?”
“Shut up,” Bucky warned you as his mouth went back to your breasts. He pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, taking his time. Each time he was inside of you, he hit your spot just right, making obscene noises escape your mouth.
It felt amazing, but it’s not what you wanted. You wanted him inside of you, now.
“You’ll take what I give you.” Bucky’s voice was low, and he spoke like he could read your mind. He knew your body well enough to know that what you really wanted was him. “Gotta warm you up first. I’m too big for you, baby.”
“That’s wishful thinking,” you laughed breathlessly, and Bucky slid a third finger inside of you in punishment, which made you cry out. Your ankles pressed hard against his ass, practically begging for him to come closer to you.
He ignored your joke and planted a kiss your mound, which was still cool from the ice that had melted there.
“I thought about doing this all night,” Bucky blew air on your core, making your back arch once more. Then, he took his fingers out of you and replaced them with his mouth.
Your hands went to his hair, pulling his locks as he ate you out. He moaned in pleasure at your touch, loving when you yank on his hair. His hands were spread across your thighs, keeping you positioned and sitting as still as possible as his tongue swirled against your sex.
It didn’t take very long for you to reach climax, given how turned on you already were. Your orgasm spread through your body like wildfire, leaving your ears ringing and head pounding.
He didn’t even give you a chance to recover, because as fast as he could, he unbuckled his jeans and flipped you over, still on fire. You had practically no strength left in your body, and you wouldn’t have it any other way — you loved when he used his body to his choosing, putting you in whatever position he wanted you in.
You were now bent over the kitchen counter, still breathing heavily, and Bucky slid himself into you. He started pounding into you fast and hard, just how you like it. He didn’t give your body the chance to adjust to his size, and his metal hand wrapped around your hair.
“Harder,” you begged him, trying to speak even though your brain was short-circuiting.
“I thought I told you to shut up.” Bucky warned you again, and you yelped when his hand slapped your ass, hard. “You’ll take what I give you.”
He obeyed your command though, and he gave it to you even harder than he was before. Your skin was jiggling at the movement, and you were thankful you were laying down on the counter because there was no way you would be able to support yourself in the state you were in.
His moves soon became sloppy, and you were close to your second orgasm of the night.
Bucky knew you were almost there by the way your thighs were clenching again. He spanked you again, watching how your skin moved with the movement. “Cum for me, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up, make you mine.”
You moaned at his words and reached climax, which he joined shortly after. If Bucky Barnes was anything, he was a man of his word — he released inside of you, filling you up completely.
No one spoke as you both came down from your high. He collapsed on top of you, only sort of supporting his body weight with his forearms, which were resting on either side of your head. His body was much larger than yours, which was sexy, but also inconvenient in times like these.
But honestly? You didn’t mind. His weight felt good on top of you, and he felt nice inside of you, comfortable in your skin.
After a few moments, he took himself out of you and pushed his hair out of his face, then grabbed a paper towel from the sink behind him and wet it. He crouched down in front of you and started cleaning up your inner thighs.
“I’ll give you your money tomorrow.” Bucky commented as he lifted your leg up by the ankle, giving him more access to clean you up. He rested your leg on his shoulder.
“For what?” You panted, hands gripping the edge of the counter behind you to support your weight.
“From your little bet earlier.”
“Ohhh,” you chuckled, remembering the bet you placed at the party. “That.”
He helped you drop your leg back down to the floor and stood back up. He just stared at your face for a moment, taking you in.
Your whole body was practically shining in the postcoital glow, and your breathing was still heavier than usual, making your breasts rise and fall on your chest. As much as he wanted to watch you come down from your high, he made his eyes focus on your face.
Then your lips pulled up in a cheeky grin, which just pissed him off all over again. You knew exactly the effect you had on him.
“This is the last time.” Bucky zipped up his jeans and secured his belt again.
You just laughed and watched him walk towards the front door of your apartment. “I’ll see you tomorrow night then?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky grumbled as he gripped your door knob, then turned back to look at you one last time.
You remained naked in the kitchen, hair unkempt, only wearing your open-toed stilettos.
“You goin’ to bed yet?” Bucky didn’t even try to be subtle about his eyes on you.
You laughed again, and started walking towards your bedroom. “C’mon, then.”
Bucky let go of the door handle and followed you. “Okay, but this is the last time,” he stated, pulling his shirt off of his body, leaving it in the hallway.
He knew he was lying.
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