#bucky barnes x reader smut
dreamin’ | b.b
pairing : bucky barnes x reader
summary : bucky has a sex dream about you and wakes up needing release
word count: 300+ (prologue, more parts to come)
warnings : sex dream, masturbation, cum
Bucky woke glazed in a sheen of sweat. This wasn't the first time he had dreamt of you.
He hated you so much that you had begun to appear in his dreams. At first, it was harmless, though it infuriated him that not even in his sleep could he be free from your torment. It was bad enough he had to put up with you while he was awake.
But last night's dream was... different. He had dreamt that he walked in on you in the shower. Soaking wet and naked, you beckoned for him to join you. He had run his hands all over your soft, wet skin, feeling every curve as if he were actually touching you.
Just thinking about the dream, his cock was painfully swollen and very hard. Bucky lifted the waistline of his pyjamas and slipped his hand down. Taking hold of his cock, he began to pump it slowly, unable to get the image of your naked body out of his mind.
He allowed himself to think about you while he touched himself. Your beautiful hair that he wanted to tangle his fingers in. Your pink lips that he wanted to kiss, to bite. Your soft thighs that he wanted to lie between.
He thought about that time you wore a skirt and it rode up your legs as you sat down, showing off the delicate curves of your thighs. He thought about the low cut top you once wore, and how your breasts spilt out as you bent down to pick something up.
The pressure building in his cock was almost relieved. Just a few more strokes...
There was a knock at his door. "Bucky?" Your voice called from the other side.
"Fuck!" He hissed as he came all over his bare stomach, his climax ruined by the panic of being caught. "What?" He called out.
"Tony called a meeting," you told him. "Get your lazy ass out of bed."
Bucky grumbled to himself as he got out of bed to clean himself up. He was too irritated to even feel guilty for thinking of you as he came.
He definitely hated you. Was there anything you wouldn't ruin for him?
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Bucky Barnes | Series | Pride and Privacy
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader
Warnings: 18+. Smut, fluff and angst.
Plot: Seems like the roles are reversed...
“Would you stop being such a pouty child?!”
Bucky crosses his arms and rolls his eyes at his therapist telling him off. He can’t help it that she makes him incredibly grumpy. After his last session, he felt wary to come back. He seriously debated flaking on Raynor this morning, but she would have him for dinner. So he dragged himself out of bed and made his way to his favourite therapist.
He told her to be glad he showed up when she started complaining about his terrible mood from the moment he stepped foot into her office. He’s been grouchy for days now, moping all around the apartment and getting on Sam’s nerves as well. The simmering tension between you and Bucky is really starting to get to him. Who knew blue balls could get you this riled up?
“I’m not a child.”
“No, you’re a 107 years old. Act like it.”
“What do you want from me?”
Dr. Raynor tries to keep her composure and forces herself to sit back into her chair opposite to Bucky.
“I want you to start enjoying life. Times have changed. Masculinity has changed. Your pride shouldn’t get in the way of your emotions anymore.” She explains to him.
Dr. Raynor needs progress. As a therapist, she’d rather let him figure this out himself, but he doesn’t seem to catch on. So she decides to tell him what she has been trying to get across during the last few sessions, understanding that Bucky has been struggling with other people’s expectations of him his entire life. “You can admit to being happy about the little things. It won’t dent your reputation.”
Bucky reluctantly uncrosses his arms and visibly surrenders to her words, trying to understand what she’s saying. Her words sound familiar. It could have very well been something you would tell him. So for the sake of taking Dr. Raynor seriously, he pretends it’s you talking.
“What are you saying?”
“You can stop the brooding and the pride, because it is getting in your way.” She explains with a gentle voice now, glad to have a small break through in trying to get him to drop his guard.
“How do I do that?” He asks after a moment of puzzling with her words in his mind. He understands what she’s saying, but where the hell does he start off?
“Has there been anyone you can be vulnerable around? Someone who treats you with respect when you do?”
One name immediately pops into his mind, but he decides to move further back. “…In Wakanda. I was safe to be …broken there.”
Bucky’s thoughts bring him back to the campfire with Ayo and his heart aches. Raynor smiles and nods in an attempt to encourage him to continue opening up to her. When he falls quiet, she takes it as her queue to question him further, “Anyone that can offer it to you now? Sam, maybe?”
Bucky knows the answer. He knows perfectly well who allows him to be vulnerable and he hates it.
Right after his appointment with Dr. Raynor, Bucky wanted to head straight home like always after his sessions. When his phone beeps with a message referring to one of the loose ends from their previous mission, Bucky heaves a deep sigh and turns around. He meets up with Sam to finish everything up with the intention of being back home in time for dinner, hopefully with you.
Turns out, that little mission takes them two whole days because of a strong miscalculation that had them fighting for their lives all night. So after getting dropped off in front of his apartment complex, he drags himself towards the elevator and barely makes it through the door.
Bucky’s face is covered in bruises and dried up blood and he has deep cuts in his ear, nose and abdomen. He’s pretty sure he heard something crack somewhere. Whether it’s his nose, his ribs or both, he isn’t sure. His injuries have lessened slightly, but he still feels completely wrecked.
The apartment is completely dark and Bucky peers at the clock, the streetlights allowing him to see that it is currently around 2:50am. Trying to remain as quiet as possible, he slumps his aching body into the couch, stifling a groan when his ribs jab into his lung. Carefully, he lies back against the back of the couch and tries to lift his feet to untie his boots.
“Might as well have come in with a parade.”
Bucky jumps at your voice, grimacing when his ribs send another rippling ache through his body. He watches you walk over on your bare feet, wearing some thin pyjama shorts with a big t-shirt. Bucky stares at you, staying quiet as his features contort in focus. He is surprised you’re still awake, but your voice sounds broken and groggy, so maybe you he did wake you up by coming in.
You crouch down in front of him and gently unravel the ties of his boots, helping him out. Bucky leans back with his arm across his torso, trying to focus on his breathing. Whilst relieving his feet, you look up at him, the faint light in the room highlighting just how rough his mission had been.
Getting up and moving through the apartment, you collect some of your things to tend to his injuries. Bucky studies your every move, not daring to speak as you move around. When you sit down on the couch next to him, his eyes remain trained on your actions.
Raising your hand, you gently clean his face with a washcloth to reveal the actual damage that’s left. You swallow hard when Bucky’s intense stare doesn’t falter, so you force yourself to focus on the task at hand. The apartment is quiet and dark, but comfortable nonetheless. Bucky is relieved to be home.
“The cuts on your face, they’re not too bad.” You mutter quietly and your quiet voice sends shivers down Bucky’s spine. However, the tone in your voice makes him feel slightly uneasy.
“Serum.” He reminds you, his stare on you softening.
“Remove your arm.” You order, already starting to do it for him. He complies and the sight of his ripped shirt, stained with blood and a deep cut ripping through his abdomen doesn’t faze you too much. You’ve seen worse.
You grab your scissors and cut open his shirt, once again ignoring Bucky’s eyes on you and the close proximity. Sucking in some air at the sight of his naked chest, you start cleaning the cut and closing it with some medical zip ties before running your palms over his torso carefully and gently pressing into his stomach.
“Now is not the time to feel me up.” Bucky comments with a weak smirk, undoubtedly to ease the tension, and you roll your eyes.
“Checking for internal bleeding, Asshole.” You retort and pull away, “Unfortunately, you seem fine.”
You move to push yourself off the couch, but a metal hand around your wrist stops you. Whipping your head around, you watch your roommate still sat on the couch, looking much better than before but still with that goddamn stare on you.
“You’ve been crying.” It’s more of a statement.
Heartbeat picking up, you move to pull your wrist from his clasp, but you’re unsuccessful. His eyes travel over your face and you shrink under his stare, nothing there now to distract you. Bucky’s brows furrow as he examines your face in better lighting now, his grip tightening around your wrist.
Never have you been someone that gets too emotional and you’re lucky it’s not too visible when you’ve been crying. You’re good at your job and sure, you feel empathy, but not a lot of things manage to penetrate your hard exterior. Not many things really reached your heart. You wouldn’t be able to do your job properly if they did.
After a few chaotic shifts however, the sensitive cases hit a little harder and today was an especially tough one. You ran for the staff toilet and broke down completely, and again when you got home. You are private about your emotions and people usually leave you alone when it comes to these things, so having Bucky confront you so bluntly hits you a little too hard.
You grit your teeth and purse your lips to stop them from trembling, your throat instantly blocking with suffocating pain as he triggers your earlier misery. His grip on your wrist loosens before he tugs you back onto the couch. Too weak to fight him, you sit down next to him, focusing all your attention on trying not to cry as you stare ahead of you.
Your head is pounding and the silence coming from the man next to you is allowing way too much space for your sadness. It’s when Bucky’s hand slips down from your wrist, his metal fingers lacing with yours and squeezing softly, that you let out a broken whimper.
Bucky’s chest hurts more than it has the entire night hearing the gut wrenching sound come from your lips and he grits his teeth harshly. Ignoring his own pains since they’re subsiding slowly, he moves you to turn and face him.
When the streetlights reflect on the tears balancing on your waterline, he lets out a defeated sigh and grabs you by your waist, lifting you onto his lap with a little too much ease.
Sitting sideways in his lap, his metal hand moves to rest over your thigh as his right hand gently cradles your head. Feeling like you’re about to split apart and flood the apartment with your tears, you let him lean back and pull you with him, your head resting on his chest.
“Shh…” Bucky whispers and his gentle fingers massage your scalp soothingly. This is when you allow your overwhelming pain to wash over you and you break. Sobs whacking your body and tears leaking onto Bucky’s skin, you cry and cry until you’ve exhausted yourself.
A little while ago, Bucky had wished for you to be vulnerable around him, for something to happen that would make him feel like he isn’t the only one who is messed up. Wished for you to break your tough composure.
But he hates it. He wants to punch himself for ever wishing something so horrible, because seeing someone like you -someone so strong and kind- collapse like this makes him feel completely powerless. A feeling he told himself he never wants to have ever again.
Moving his arms around your frame, Bucky lifts you up as he stands from the sofa, easily ignoring the pain in his torso now that you’re attached to it. He walks over to your room and gently lays you down on your bed before climbing in himself and attaching himself to your back. He snakes his arm under your head, making your head rest on his bicep as he wraps his metal arm around your waist. Still hearing your sniffles, he buries his nose in your hair, pressing kisses to your head.
“What happened?” He whispers, his tone giving off that he’s not forcing you to talk.
You swallow hard and bite your lip. Your hand snakes over his metal arm and you scoot back further to bury yourself in him, Bucky responding by tightening his hold on you like a protective cocoon.
“Lost a young patient today and she had no one. There was no one there.” You choke out the bare minimum of the complicated case, trying to stop a third wave of tears from coming.
Bucky’s heart aches at that, understanding exactly why that devastates you. There was a time, not too long ago, where Bucky could have been that patient. Where he could die and no one would show up. He could only wish to have a nurse like you to be there and care for him.
That thought triggers a neediness and desperation Bucky hasn’t felt in a long time and he pulls you impossibly close, burying his face in your neck and breathing in your scent.
“She had you.” He mumbles and pushes a soft, warm kiss to your neck.
You squeeze your eyes shut and let yourself melt into Bucky’s hold, his entire front attached to your back and the arm under your head closing around you tightly with no intention to let go. You let out a shaky sigh, exhaustion spreading through your body.
“It’s okay. Sleep. I’m here.” Bucky’s low voice rumbles against the shell of your ear.
“You’re here.” You whisper.
“I’m right here.”
When you wake up, you feel reborn.
You must have turned around in your sleep, because you are laying on Bucky’s naked chest, heat radiating from his skin. Gently, you run your fingers over his skin, listening to his soft snores as you allow yourself to wake up.
Bright, yellow light is pouring through your curtains, as a start of another Indian summer day. Orange leaves poke against your window and the rumbling from the streets indicate that the work day has started already.
Looking up, you take a peek at the sleeping man’s face. Eyebrows finally relaxed and lips full, it’s easy for you to ignore the light bruising that’s still on his face. His arm is still tightly wrapped around you and you ignore the flutters in your stomach at the gesture. Your growling stomach is the only thing that stops you from laying on his body all day. You quietly climb out of bed, containing a smile when you watch his usual frown reappear on his features.
Having put on some quiet music, you roam around the kitchen to make the two of you some breakfast. Both of you have the day off, so nothing is stopping you from going all out. Eggs, bacon, grilled cheese, fruits. Slaving away in the kitchen, you barely notice Bucky shuffling out of your bedroom.
When you turn around to fill up your plates with food, you almost drop the hot pan filled with scrambled eggs when you spot Bucky on one of the stools.
“Just Bucky is fine.” He teases with a dopey smile, his face puffy from sleep. You have to actively stop yourself from letting out a content sigh at the sight of him.
So you roll your eyes and finish up breakfast.
Yesterday was a weak moment for you, but you forced yourself to be as accepting to yourself as you are to your patients -as you are to Bucky. In the end, it is nice to know that you have a wonderful roommate to come home to when everything gets a little too much.
As much as the sight of you crying devastated Bucky, he was glad he was able to be there for you. After thinking for a while with you in his arms, he realised he wasn’t wishing for you to break down this whole time. He was wishing to be there when you inevitably did. After you were there for him with his nightmares, he just wants to be there for you.
Bucky digs into his breakfast hungrily, humming at the food. You had assumed he would be starving after the past couple of days and not exactly getting the chance to refuel when he got home last night. You smile and dig into your own food to stop your growling stomach.
“How do you feel?” Bucky asks suddenly with his mouth full.
You stay quiet for a moment before giving him a genuine smile. “Much better.” You pause, “Thank you, Bucky.”
He gives you a boyish grin and nods before continuing to inhale his breakfast.
The morning sun quickly vanished and was replaced by heavy rainfall, making you feel trapped in your apartment with Bucky. But in a good way.
Scrolling through Netflix as Bucky takes a shower, you look for a good movie to watch after you and him agreed to just hang out and watch movies all day. But looking for the right movie to watch is harder than it seems when you’re planning to hang out with your ex-assassin roommate who holds you when you cry and occasionally almost makes your orgasm.
Trying to avoid thinking about last night, your memory serves you further back to the night with your friends. You remember being too flushed to confront him about it and the next day, both of you had gone back to pretending nothing happened. He hasn’t made any move towards you since and to you, that’s another confirmation that he uses you as an instrument to continue his terrible coping mechanism. Sex.
You chew your lip as an intrusive idea penetrates your idea and heat instantly pulses between your legs. Part of you wonders if it’s good coping, if it will work for you. Granted, you feel much better than yesterday, but it can’t hurt to try right? Besides, you silently promised him payback.
You know what they say… payback is a fucking bitch.
A devious smile creeps onto your face and your heart starts thumping in your chest when the shower faucet stops running, telling you Bucky has finished his shower. You get up from the couch cushions and pad your way over to the bathroom on your bare feet, biting your lip when you see the door is unlocked.
You take a deep breath to gather your courage. Doing this properly requires a lot of confidence and you are going to have to fake it to make it. Opening the bathroom door quietly and stepping into the relatively large bathroom, you’re surprised to see Bucky hasn’t noticed you come in.
The air is warm and foggy, Bucky’s masculine scent wafting through the air. You almost shiver at your excitement, the pulse between your legs demanding when you see his naked back. Bulging muscles stretch from his shoulders down to his ass. Thick thighs keep him upright, shoulders and arm flexing deliciously as he dries his hair with his towel. Water drips down his tanned skin and drops sit on the glistening metal of his arm. You lick your lips, because you have to lick something.
Carefully, you take three steps forward, your nose almost touching him when Bucky suddenly freezes. Neither of you were making any sounds, but the silence you hear now is deafening. You raise your hands and gently trail your fingers over the muscles on his back, smiling when goosebumps rise over his skin.
Curling your fingers, your nails lightly scratch his skin and his muscles roll under your touch. Focused on the movements of his body, you lean forward and press your warm mouth to his skin. Bucky lets out a shaky sigh and it urges you to do what you wanted to do from the moment you saw him like this. You dart out your tongue and lick off some of the waterdrops.
Bucky is surprised the water hasn’t evaporated from the heat he feels and he lets out a deep groan, that action enough to rush all the blood from his head down to his cock. He instantly turns around, drops the towel and grabs your shoulders tightly, looking down at you.
His jaw drops at the look in your eyes. They’re so dark, so glassy, so… full of lust. He swallow hard, his grip on your shoulders tightening slightly as he takes in the state you’re in.
You lick your lips as you look up at him, giving him a cheeky smirk when you see the look on his face. His easing grip allows you to take one step closer and you give him one more look before dipping down and pressing your lips to his chest, repeating your action from before with your tongue and glancing down to see his cock twitch.
“Hmm…” You hum and he grips the top of the glass shower wall with his metal hand as his other hand goes to your head. He just loves the feeling of your hair between his flesh fingers and the power he feels when he pulls. Something tells him he doesn’t get to feel the power right now.
Your mouth travels lower and lower, Bucky’s gaze following you obediently when you get on your knees. Tracing your tongue over his v while you look up at him nearly ends him and this is when he grasps your hair tightly and yanks your head back.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls, pain straining through his cock when he sees your jaw hang slack at his pull.
“Taste of your own medicine, Buck.” You answer and Bucky’s jaw clenches tightly “Don’t worry. Your friends aren’t here so I might let you come.”
Bucky stays quiet, his eyes traveling over your face as he contemplates to take the punishment, or… Well, of course he’ll take it. It’s you.
You smile brightly when his grip loosens and your palms slide up his thighs as you lean in, flattening your tongue against the base of his length and dragging it up slowly, only to pull away again. Bucky drops his head back to his neck and he lets out a shaky breath. He quickly looks down again, not wanting to miss a thing of you being on your knees for him.
You repeat you action, dragging your tongue up against the thick vein of his shaft before wrapping your wet lips around the head and sucking. Your tongue traces the underside of his tip as you suck eagerly. When his thighs clench under your hands, you decide to throw him off and take him in completely, hollowing your cheeks.
He lets out an animalistic growl at the unexpected sensation and scrunches your hair in his fist, making your eyes roll back at the feeling. You wrap one hand around his base and squeeze him, your mouth working on him ardently as you do everything to pull more sounds from his beautiful lips. Taking him in as far as you can, you feel the strong man weaken at your devious lips.
You moan around him and the vibrations make him almost buckle over, his metal hand cracking the glass wall from the force of his grip. Raising your eyes, you look up at the flustered soldier, his chest heaving and glistening with water as he pants and grunts.
Bucky looks down at you and moves his hand to stroke his thumb over your cheek as your eyes lock in on each other. He drawls out your name the way you love so much and you hollow your cheeks again. His cheeks flush and his lips purse in restraint at the sight. Your name rolls off his lips a few times like a prayer and you hum in appreciation at the sound.
“Good girl. Fucking good girl.” He tugs on your hair again to keeps your eyes locked with him as he praises you. His voice is so deep, so rough, you barely recognise it.
You smile at him, the praise sending a gush of wetness between your legs. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were dripping down your thighs right now.
His cock twitches in your mouth and you suck at his tip while your thumb runs over the throbbing vein. Your other hand kneads at his balls and you feel his body stutter. His hips twitch forward slightly, signalling he’s close. When his breath hitches and the hand in your hair flies to the wall to support him, you know for a fact that he is seconds away.
So naturally, you take your mouth off him and stand to your feet. You press a wet kiss to his lips before walking out.
Bucky is so flustered, so completely wrecked, it takes his a few seconds to catch on. Before you know it, you have a half-wet, naked man storming towards you with eyes like fury. You’re pretty sure steam is spewing from his ears as he looks at you.
“What the fuck.” He spits through gritted teeth.
You give him a sweet smile.
“You seem a little riled up, darling.” Your voice sends his blood to run cold before you close your bedroom door in his face.
“How the fuck are you in a worse mood?!” Dr. Raynor asks him incredulously.
Bucky scoffs “Don’t ask.”
He rolls his eyes at her and crosses his arms, pouting like a child once again as his therapist waits impatiently for him to explain how on earth he came back even grumpier than before.
“Can I give you a hypothetical?” He suddenly asks and she nods slowly, curious to where this is going to lead them. Bucky stays quiet for a second, pondering over his next words before speaking up “What if I had sex with my roommate?”
“It’s a hypothetical!” He yells back, his hands going up in defence.
“No?” Bucky questions “Sorta… I mean, no.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, doc.” He shrugs indifferently while Raynor looks at him with shock.
“I’m very tempted to ask you never to tell me anything ever again.” She tells him dryly, sitting back in her chair with a sigh and raising her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.
“I’d be okay with that.”
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Balls and Cues
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: Swears, Smut, and Sass. Not beta read. Edited on phone so apologies for mistakes.
He's jealous, and you're in love with him. You're annoyed, and he's in love with you.
No matter how badly you loved Bucky Barnes, you couldn’t and wouldn’t admit it. There’s no way on this god green earth were you laying your cards down first.
So you didn’t.
You raised your concerns. You weren't going to sit back and let yourself self-sabotage. But, whenever you ask, there’s always something, a reason, which stops the two of you from announcing to your friends that you’re with one another.
At first, he doesn’t want anyone to know—didn’t want whatever it was, ruined. In a way, you agreed. Your friends are nosy, never keeping their thoughts to themselves. But in time, you missed his touch when missions went on longer; you wanted to curl into him when you sat with the rest and watched movies.
Then when you brought it up, you weren't sure what the two of you even was. Dating? A couple? Neither wanting to risk losing the other, so neither spoke the truth; neither asking the right questions, instead kissing parts of one another hoping to figure it out by the next orgasm. Neither of you did.
Then there was the time you became angry, telling him you aren’t a dirty secret. You’re a person, a being. You were all stone-faced and straight-spine, and somehow you still found yourself on your back. His tongue and lips washing your concerns away with kisses which never stopped until you were a mess, unable to remember what you were mad at to begin with.
Let me show you what you mean to me. You mean everything to me. Let me show you. Let me kiss you. Let me...
And you did.
You let him show you all the ways until Sunday, and the one after that.
Now the two of you play games. You skirt around feelings that are obvious, ignoring the evidence lay down before you. Until, you stare at him one morning, the sun falling over his face, and you ask him why you're both afraid?
You know he can't answer, the same way you can't. But it doesn't stop you from wondering, it doesn't stop you from wanting to ask.
Baby steps, we could try baby steps?
He stares at you like you're a work of art, but he says nothing, not that you expected him to.
And the two of you fall back into pretending and not knowing. Bucky pretends you don’t exist, and you pretend you're not desperate to touch him when you’re on the other side of the room.
Just like you have been all night. Your attention purposefully fixed on Steve just so you didn’t drag your eyes to meet Bucky across the room.
Because you couldn’t, you refused to show your hand. You didn’t want him to know the dress was for him, the matching underwear—if you could call it that—was all handpicked for him. Even the perfume, the scent you’d drowned yourself in, had been chosen with him in mind. That was all enough, you didn’t need to add eye-fucking him to the list.
You loved him, yes. But, you weren’t desperate.
But then, his fists clenched as you played pool. His eyes darkly pinning you in place as you bent to take your shot, and you’re sure—adamant—you see the waves of anger ripple out of him.
“Fuck,” you whisper, just as you make the shot, potting the ball without even looking as you hold Bucky’s gaze.
You rise to stand, hearing Steve saying something you’re not listening too, because you’re focused on trying to read the body language of the man avoiding you. The man draining his glass as if he can even feel the effects of alcohol.
“Give me a second, Steve.”
You don’t even wait for him to answer, moving across the room. Hating yourself with each step you take, because fuck him, and fuck him some more for making you walk over to appease him. Fuck him on top of all of that because you want to fuck him, and you hate yourself for it.
He looks you up and down, dragging those piercing blue eyes across your skin. You can feel the storm in them before you see it; you can feel the waves of anger flowing from him.
Awfully, you think of how hard he’d fuck you in his current mood. How he’d likely press your chest and cheek against the wall as he teased you until you couldn’t speak, not letting you fall over the cliff until you were begging; how he’d bend you over, uncomfortably so before sliding into you in one slick movement. How your head would meet the wall with each thrust, nails digging into your own angles as he made you feel faint and good all at once.
He turns his head away, and the defiance angers you more than his glare. You think of pulling his chin, of forcing him to look at you, but instead you plaster on a sweet smile, moving to stand between his thighs as he remains on the barstool.
Shifting on the stool, you let your fingers stroking his neck before bringing his eyes to yours.
His silence speaks volumes, and you can only sigh, because this is him all over. He’s silent, he ignores you, but if you do the same, it's all raised voices and menacing glares.
So, you run your thumb against his jaw, coolly saying, “Buck.”
He rolls his eyes before meeting yours, sighing in response as you snort.
You let your fingers brush up to cover his cheek, sliding your other hand to take his chin, pulling his eyes to yours. If the shoe was on the other foot, he’d have thrown you over his shoulder. He’d have been pissed at you, beyond pissed, that you were ignoring him.
You’d been patient, kinder than he would be. But it was running out. Growing thin with each second he says nothing. His annoyance, jealousy, and likely a whole host of emotions, swam in the blue of his eyes. The speckles of dark amongst the light, pulling you in as he tried desperately not to melt and remain angry with you.
“Don’t you need to get back? Stevie looks like he’s waiting for you,” he says coldly.
Smirking, you lick your lips, purposefully moving closer to him, leaving no room. “I think I’m okay here.”
He snorts, turning his eyes but not his face. “Yeah, seems it.”
“How about you just tell me you’re jealous and you want me to stand here with you, and then we can pretend we're not fucking, like we always do, and then you take me to your room, and give me various reasons why sleep isn't as good as you?”
Glaring, he looks at you, seemingly considering your words before he shakes his head. “I’m not jealous.”
“You’re being childish.”
“And you’re being a brat.”
You smirk, coldly at that.
He calls you that to get a rise, but you refuse to bend. To show him he’s bothering you tonight, when it could have easily been different. You’d told him to go with you, to not even declare anything, just let what you’re like behind closed doors show in front of them.
You’d asked him if he was embarrassed, and he’d kissed you furiously for even asking. But then, here you both are, miserably enjoying a night out.
Letting your head tilt, you hold his gaze. “It's almost like you're telling me you’re jealous, without telling me you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Yeah? Seems it.”
His metal hand lands on your hip, tensing around the fabric there as he licks his bottom lip. “Why would I need to be jealous, baby?”
You shrug, even though he’s used that term. That word he usually whispers darkly into your ear as he drives himself into you. The name he calls you in the softer moments too, like in the morning when the sun is too bright or at night when the nightmares keep you both away.
He smirks as darkly as he usually speaks, standing up, keeping you flush against him as he does. His height making you look up, fingers dropping from his cheek and chin to his chest.
“Why’d I need to be jealous, when I know no one makes you feel like I do,” Bucky whispers, his voice low and dark in your ear, forcing goosebumps to appear on the back of your neck. “Why’d I need to feel jealous, when only an hour before we came here, you were bouncing on my cock? Begging me to make you come?"
Pulling his lips back, you keep your face unreadable, because he hates it. You’re also desperately trying to ignore the small circles he’s drawing on your hip and the lust in his eyes. Because fuck, was he beautiful when he was jealous. He’s beautiful most of the time, but there’s something about him right now which is driving you insane.
You consider succumbing, letting him win. But, you don’t. Because not knowing when to stop, has always been yours two problem. Not knowing when you’re cutting your own nose off to spite your face.
“Oh, Bucky,” you say lowly, close to the voice you use when he touches you, “You're jealous, because while earlier I may have come on your cock, I didn’t come here with you. Like you secretly want me to, but won't admit it.”
You make sure the word ‘come’ pop as it rolls off your tongue. His eyes narrow, ever so slightly and you’re sure he flinches as you swallow. You reach behind him, grabbing a drinks as you place the tiny straw on your bottom lip.
Bucky traces his tongue over his teeth as he stares you down.
"But, what do I know? Hmm," you say with a wicked smile, watching as his jaw tightens. “I gotta go, Stevie wants me to show him how good I am with balls.”
It’s all he thinks as he stands, frozen in place, as he watches you waltz back to your friend. His friend.
He doesn’t mean it. Even if he thinks it. He almost hates himself a fraction more for thinking it; for even calling it you in his mind. Because you're not a bitch, you're fucking everything.
Deep down he knows Steve wouldn’t touch you. Wouldn’t even think of it. Because Steve is a good friend, and is already suspecting Bucky isn’t being honest about how he feels when it comes to you.
You like her. Admit it or don’t, I’m not bothered. But you’ve made it obvious since she took your knife from your belt and threw it at bullseye on that training day.
He wasn’t wrong. But it still bothers him.
It irks him that Steve knows and is still making you laugh. That he’s holding your attention, and your smile. It also bothers him how good you look, and how there’s no mark of him on you. Not to the current eye, anyway. They’d have to strip you to find the number of bruises he’s left with his fingers, tongue and teeth as you’ve begged him for more.
The thought of it makes him hard. Makes him want to cross the room and throw you over his shoulder and never let you leave his bed. Or maybe, throw you down on the pool table, showing everyone who you actually belong to.
But he won’t.
As much of a bravado, he puts on. As much of a ladies man you seem to have convinced yourself he is. He’s still the same man who brings flowers on a first date and can’t leave a carnival without winning the girl he's with a prize.
Somedays, when he wakes before you. Tracing his fingers over your skin, wishing he could take you to the time before he enlisted. Letting you see the version of him which would have doted on you, showered you in adoration and kindness.
He tries to show you. But, there's a darkness to him now, an edge. One which'll always be there.
Therapy taught him that.
Trauma isn't healed over night, over a week or a month. Or even a year. It's a continuous battle, and he wonders if you know that, if you're aware of what path you've chosen to step on.
Instead, you convince yourself he’s not all in, as if he ever could not be. As if he isn’t as madly in love with you as he suspects you are with him. And then you kiss him, curling your naked skin against his as fingers brush over collarbones and legs entwine with his.
He stares into your eyes until he's sure he's fallen into them, letting his mouth spell I love you over your body, hoping it's enough. Praying all he does is enough.
And not just the stuff on the surface, like the noises you make, how receptive you are to his touch; how you like being bent and how you like being on your knees. But the way your lips quirk when you’re thinking something sarcastic, that your eyes glisten just a smudge when you’re about to eat something with chocolate.
It’s also how you look at him, like he’s a prize himself. Like he's not a failure, and he's good, whole and something worth having. Something he's felt, briefly, in the times since therapy and saving people. It means more when you look at him, not because of who you are, but because you’re both stubborn and unwilling to give in.
In truth, it’s how it’s gotten so far. Something which easily could have been rectified by spoken words has become a battle of who holds the most power.
And he hates to admit it, but he has discovered he holds very little.
He considers his next step, thinking he could purposefully piss you off more by talking to the barmaid he's not interested in or leaving all together. But he doesn't. Instead, he heads over to join you and Steve, nodding to Sam as he falls into the seat beside him as he hears you laugh before meeting his eyes.
You pot another ball, and he watches as you stand a little straighter.
Suddenly noticing that your eyes haven't left his, even as Steve talks and Sam smirks on. And, maybe, even if he hadn't been brooding for an hour at the bar, he'd have noticed your eyes scanning back to him every now and again.
Maybe he'd notice that your eyes are always on him. Maybe he'd stop being mad at himself for having his eyes always on you. He could grow up, and stop worrying; he could let himself be happy, and stop self-sabotaging and enjoy the fact you want him, the same way he wants you.
He could accept the pull he felt when you were separated on missions. How eager he felt in the morning when you weren't beside him and the smile he felt try to appear when you handed him a coffee without him asking.
How you were always a step ahead of him in what he wanted, what needed. How you read him without him speaking. How you didn't push or ask for too much.
That you fit into his world as easily as if a space has always been left for you. Things parting as soon as you appeared, sliding to the side so you could be apart of him.
Bucky wants to do more than kiss you, than taste you. He wants...
"Let me play," he says, standing, brushing his hands down his jeans.
"You, want to play with me?" you smirk. "You sure your ball-game is good enough, Barnes?"
He smirks, holding his hand out for Steve's cue, and his friend arches his brow as if commenting, 'It's about damn time'. He won't forget that you call him Barnes, not Buck or Bucky. Hell, he's sure he even prefers you calling him James or Jamie, and he finds the latter the most annoying when you do it in the smirky-over-the-top voice.
Barnes hurts because you haven't called it him since the first mission. Since the first time he was partnered with you, and you knew nothing about him. As soon as you did, he was Buck or Bucky. Never Barnes. He's not been fucking Barnes in ages.
Nodding, Bucky steps up to the table. "Oh, I'm sure." He glances over the balls on the green velvet before meeting your eyes again. "Unless, you're scared?"
You smile, but he knows what's underneath it. You're still mad, but you're playing along.
And it's enough.
Just enough. For now.
"No, Buck," you say as you move around the table, bending over just close enough he can smell your perfume. "But, you should be afraid."
And then you pot the ball, eyes shimmering with a knowing glint as you move around the table. His eyes falling from your face to your hips before finding your stare.
He feels his face flush with warmth. "Admit, what?"
Your lips curl, head tilting. Pushing him. "Admit that you were lying before. That you lied to my face. And I'll play you."
"You're already playing me," he says, shaking the cue in his hand.
Laughing, you shake your head, potting another ball with too much ease. "Technically, Steve is playing. You took his cue, yes, but you won't get a shot at this table unless you admit it."
Fuck you were clever.
His perfect match.
Sighing, he lets his head roll, cracking it as he feels the pair of eyes from Sam and Steve watching him intensely. He wants to plead for you not to do this here, but he's sure you want the audience, the lid too come off on the secret the two of you are avoiding and keeping.
"Admit it," you say again, potting another ball, leaving two remaining before the black. "And I'll let you have a shot."
He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Wondering if he ever stood a chance. If he could ever have been aloof with you, or if you'd have always pulled it out of him to be the person he knew he could be. The person he wanted to be.
Because fuck did you make him want to be better. Not for you. But for himself.
So he jumps, metaphorically.
"I was jealous."
Three words. Just three. But it confirms a sea of others neither of you have said.
He watches your eyes widen slightly, lips parting as your brows knit and you rise back up to stand. You're surprised, and the look on your face is worth a million of the ones he sees when he fucks you. He wants to surprise you every single day if it makes his heart boom at the sight of it.
He smirks, watching you metaphorically stumble even if you're stood as still as a statue. He leans the cue against the table, moving around to stand before you, not caring about the eyes and the opinions.
"I, was jealous," he says again, placing his hand against your cheek, thumb stroking your skin as he sighs. "Don't make me jealous again. Please?"
You swallow, holding his gaze as you nod softly in his hold. "Thank you," you say in barely a whisper.
Is this enough?
He asks with his eyes.
Is this enough for now?
And you smile, ever so slightly, just for him.
"Baby steps," you whisper.
He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek. "Baby steps."
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Strangers In The Night
Pairing: Winter Soldier x reader
Summary: The Soldier has a problem and a sweet nurse is called to take care of him.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: 18+ smut, descriptions of male masturbation, and bodily fluids. Dub-con.
N/A: Thanks @bvccy for being my beta! I adore you, dear!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics.
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Strangers in the night
Wandering in the night
What were the chances
He was still sweating and breathing heavily. Reported the mission mechanically, not stuttering or halting as he spoke. He passed on the information and was prepared to leave for his living quarters, but luck wasn’t on his side, whispers from the officials standing behind Pierce reached his ears, despite being unintelligible.
Their repugnant faces began to laugh and muttered mockery that soon got to Pierce's awareness, who also laughed after listening to all the gossip. His wrinkled cheeks lifted to smile with debauch against the Soldier. The dirty blue-eyed man looked at him from head to toes.
The Soldier was clueless. He did not notice or felt how wet his pants were, being blatantly darker than the rest as he stood as a rat preyed by felines. His face went from serious and stoic to afraid and vulnerable. The Soldier could stand punishment, screams, the shocks, but somehow, when they laughed it felt like not even his murderous talents saved him from being seen as weak.
"Does he get off by killing or..." He heard a blonde-haired officer say, muttering under his breath as he let out constrained giggles with his colleagues.
Just after catching that, the Soldier's eyes aimed down and noticed his stained and drenched pants. The stickiness now bothered him as he felt it smeared around his underwear and inner thighs.
"Boys, boys, let's not make a scene," Pierce said, calming the pack of wolves down. He looked around, analyzed the nurses around the places, fixated his eyes in one, and pointed to her. "You. Take the Asset to his facilities and fix the problem."
Pierce had ignored the problem since it started. It was a joke around the corridors of the base, of how the all-powerful and menacing Winter Soldier covered himself and his sheets in warmth daily. How he'd get erections and would get skittish when caught by anyone. There was no truce for him.
The assigned nurse, who looked both frightened and interested, came promptly to the Asset, muttering for him to follow her. Her clasped white shoes hit the ground lightly, it'd barely make a sound if it hadn't a small heel thumping as she walked. The man's steps were silent, and even though he's not on the field, they're calculated, measured to not be loud or excessive.
He observed the nurse's figure, swaying her hips as she guided him to the facilities he knew so well. She unlocked it and entered, which made the man frown and tilt his head a little to the side in curiosity. After he stepped in, she locked the two inside of it.
There was a bed with harsh linen, in a dull grey tone that was just a bit lighter than the man's icy eyes. The pillow wasn't the best, but it gave him enough comfort. To the right, there was a small bathroom, with a decent-sized shower, sink, and toilet. It wasn’t too much, yet Hydra was considerate into not settling him in a pocket-size room.
The girl stood with an elegant posture, her shoulders were pushed back and confident. Waited for him to move as she was stiff against the frame of his bed.
"Please, sit down, sir."
Neither was the superior of the other. She didn't answer his orders any more than he answered hers, however, she had a duty and he had to be compliant with his assignments.
He sat down on the edge of the mattress. Facing the concrete wall in front of him, not moving to peek at her face, yet he could get a glimpse of her white thin stockings and the brim of her dress, it showed a fraction of her knees when she moved around. Teasing. The Hydra symbol stood proud by her left breast, close to the tag with her name, her charming white hat also had a small design of the red and black emblem.
Without explaining anything else, she kneeled between his legs, spreading them wider as she suited herself on the ground. The girl pulled the lumpy pillow and placed it beneath her legs, to both not rip her stockings and to not bruise her skin. Her lips were parted, anticipating the sight of him, his weight on her hands, his smell and dew.
Despite being quite an expert in deciphering people and behavior, the Soldier couldn't pinpoint a word to describe it. He could notice she wanted something, her eyes were fixated on him, dropping inch by inch along with his figure, her teeth scraped her bottom lip mindlessly until it probably stung badly enough for her to let go.
"Don't worry, sir, I'll fix your problem,” she mumbled.
Her shaky hands reached for his zipper, sliding it down slowly, nervous and eager at the same time. The man's hands stayed still by his thighs. She grasped around the brim of his tactical pants and pulled it down, they're tight enough for her to need to put some more effort into her frail wrists. The Soldier lifted his hips when she needed him to.
She could now see better the mess he made. The tip of her fingers got slippery, warmed up his dew that kept being smeared around the palms of her hands. His underwear had drier patches but was unbelievably soaked. The girl was excited to see it all yet she held her impulse and chose to not rush her moves.
Her sneaky fingers sunk inside his black boxers. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt his already throbbing manhood, awakening again under her touch. Her breath hitched, and she tilted her chin up and looked right into his eyes, which were watching her actions all the while.
His icy eyes hid his relief.
As she toyed him, they both began to sweat. The air in the room got sultry, smelling like him entirely. The girl thrust his flesh, squeezing a little harder as his body reacted to the pressure, spilling out more of his juices as she giggled.
Albeit her arm was already getting tired, there is no way she would stop. She pressed her thumb on his tip and her tummy fluttered when he moaned, his voice was raspy, desperate and his hips jolted involuntarily against her. Her back stretched and stood straight, rearranging her position to be able to please him better, it was all she cared about.
Soon enough, she yanked the Soldier's underwear down. Her eyes swallowed with greed the sight of his flushed red manhood, the engorged veins, and the pearly drops that coated his flesh and her hand. She felt her lips lusting for it, licked them to soothe the ache to taste him. Both of her hands went to wrap around him, stroking it intensely and torturous. There was enough space for both of them, pressing and feeling all he had to give to her.
His suppressed groans were wonderful to her, sent shivers and goosebumps to her body, bristling her hairs and making her girlhood ache for him. He muttered something in a language she didn't recognize, nonetheless, it made her body ignite in flames for him. The sounds of his slick flesh were exhilarating, she placed her elbows on his muscular thighs, a bit up his knees, leaning forwards to see his manhood closer. She was sharp and unhinged, milking it entirely off of him, not sparing her body from the effort to make him cry out for her.
The tactical top he had on, full of clasps and zippers just enhanced how broad he was, his chest rose and fell quicker as her strokes became sloppier, eager to see him spill all over himself, drip down his body, and coat her bony fingers.
"It's ok, sir. Relax... I'm gonna make you feel better,” she said, smiling like a vixen as if she wasn't delighting herself at the sight of this menacing man. A meek thing like her never saw someone like him this close, maybe this would be her only chance, how could she not take it?
He groaned, feeling it rip from his throat and his gut, unable to contain it as she lowered her hands to feel the heavy flesh that was untouched and not cared for. Just a few more ups and downs made him throb harder, standing as erect as he could, flexing his stomach under his shirt, and gripping the sheets with all his strength.
She gasped as he spilled all over, falling, tickling her hands and his skin, hot and dense and smelling as something appetizing, or at least it's what she thought. The girl didn't stop. Not until he whined, mumbling hurt stop's and please's that she felt bad for him. Her hands were all covered in his dew, she rubbed her index on her thumb to feel its texture, not hesitating to look up again to face him and lick her fingers, closing her eyes and humming at the taste.
His flesh was now resting, still letting pearly drops fall as her hand passed by his inner thighs and his base. She sucked his dew off her thumb, swallowing it and smiling.
"I'll be here whenever you need me, sir."
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Bucky Barnes Works
/ Dark Themes
* Video Games: Sam Wilson attempts to teach Bucky how to play video games, but you have a different idea
^ Strawberry Ice Cream: Bucky Barnes is the best stepdad to your children ever, especially when he has to deal with your ex.
* ! Good 4 U: You see Bucky out for the first time after the breakup, and you can’t help but wonder why he seems okay. A trip to his home might not have been the smartest thing to do, but here you are.
! ^ Favorite Crime: Bucky comes home from a mission, convinced he's bad for you
* ! Cruel Summer: You’re married, but there’s always one man you sneak into your garden for
* Three's A Crowd: You’re Steve’s girl, but Bucky has always caught your eye.
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Some days you just wake up like today must be filled with filth or I cannot be whole
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Raw | bucky barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: she just wants bucky to fucking destroy her insides and rearrange her guts, but bucky's scared so he rejects her before another one of their love making sessions. she gets mad so making him jealous is the only way left to get him to fulfill her fantasies.
warnings: jealous!bucky, possessive!bucky, rough sex, breeding kink if you squint, strong language, degradation, a little angst, slapping, spit kink, angry bucky, choking, unprotected sex (wrap y'alls fucking sausages you guys) bucky calls reader 'little girl' i think that needs a warning of it's own
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She can feel his eyes on her figure as she dances; her hips sinfully pressing against the stranger's front, his fingers dancing over her exposed waist and lips placing open mouthed kisses against her sweaty neck.
She's playing with fire, she knows it. Knows how jealous Bucky gets when he sees her with another man. But she wants him, not his unsure touches and gentle fingers that treated her like a porcelain doll— no.
She wanted his rough movements. She wanted his stubble to scrape against her inner thighs. His teeth to nibble at her skin, fingers calloused from fights to pinch every part of hers that was calling out to him— she wanted him to corrupt her. Break her. Make her reach her limits, though she feels like with him she doesn't have any. She wants him to fucking ruin her.
Her eyes make contact with his dazzling blue ones, which, even in the dark club seem to be shining more than ever. The red and blue neon lights cast shadows over his figure as his jaw clenches, grip tightening on the glass he seems to be holding but not bothering to take a sip from ever since he got there with the rest of the gang.
To provoke him further, she reaches out behind her and grips the stranger's head, pulling him closer to her. With a slight upward curve of her red tainted lips, she smirks at him and he breaks.
She feels him before she can see him. His metal arm grips her waist, and with one glare at the stranger he has her pressed against himself. His flesh hand finds it's way into her hair and he yanks her head back, nostrils flaring when he sees her smirk grow wider.
"It's not been one day and you're acting like a fuckin' whore." He breathes out right into her ear, "And just because I rejected you? Pathetic, even for you."
His tone is fucking condescending and it makes her blood boil. She pushes him away with all her strength and flips her hair, scoffing up at him.
"Don't flatter yourself, Barnes. Rejected me?" She huffs out a bitter laugh, "I always knew you'd come running back to me. No other girl can make your dick hard the way I can."
His eyes darken immensely. She realizes that the two of them are having a full possessive fight in the middle of the dancefloor and before she manages to embarrass herself by continuing the fight which would probably end up with her on her knees and his cock in her mouth, she glares at him and walks away.
She knows that he'd follow her. Which is why she chooses to go right into the bathroom where they'll have a chance at privacy.
She was right, because as soon as she's looking into the mirror to fix her hair, she hears the lock click and sees Bucky leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.
"You make me sick." She stares at him in the mirror.
"I could say the same about ya."
She grinds her teeth, "I'm sick of you pretending that you don't want me."
Bucky huffs out a sarcastic chuckle at that, shaking his head in disbelief, "What part of 'I will absolutely destroy you' can't get through your thick skull? You can't possibly expect me to lose control around you, no matter how fuckin' hard it is."
She turns around to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. "What part of 'I want you to destroy me' do you not understand, James? I've done fucking everything to make you understand that I can protect myself, that i'm sure you will never hurt me. I'm tired of you treating me like a doll that would break with the slightest of touches. I see it in your eyes how much you want to fulfill my dreams and fantasies, but holding yourself back just because you think I can't hold my own is pretty dumb of you, I must say."
Bucky sighs, glancing down at the floor, "You have no idea how I get when I lose control."
"Then fucking show me." His head snaps up, "Or I won't expect you to be there to watch and come swooping in the next time I go whoring around looking for someone who fucks me like a bitch in hea—"
She doesn't get the chance to finish as she's pressed against the wall, metal arm against her throat and a furious Bucky glaring into her eyes.
"I'm not fuckin' leavin' you alone ever again. Not even after that empty threat." He swallows hard, tightening his grip around her throat as her lips fall open, "You're mine."
A dry chuckle leaves her mouth, she sounds like she's choking but for some reason even that is attractive to Bucky, "Prove it."
His lips crash into hers and he hoists her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as her arms wrap around his neck. He prods her lips with his tongue, nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth making her gasp before his tongue enters her mouth and explores every inch of her sweetness. They're breathing hard through their nose, revelling in each other's taste. She can feel his dick hardening and he presses it hard against her clothed cunt, making a throaty moan escape her parted lips.
"Bucky, please—" she begs as he starts kissing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her collarbone, hands trying to unzip his jeans. She's panting hard, eyes closed and Bucky really wants to ravish her right there, against the cold and dirty wall.
"I won't be able to stop." He whispers against her skin and she helps him pull himself out of his pants.
That's all it takes him before he runs his hands up her legs and thrusts his whole cock inside her without any prep. She cries out in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure, but he doesn't give her time to adjust before he's fucking her raw without so much as a thought. He's fucking her like an animal— loud grunts leaving his mouth as her hands scramble to hold onto him. He doesn't have any of it though, takes both of them with one hand and holds them over her head as his metal arm wraps around her throat again, fucking her to the point she starts crying.
"Fuck, Bucky!" she cries out and he throws his head back, eyes closing shut.
"This is what you wanted, right?" He thrusts harder, angling his hips better so his dick presses right into her g-spot, making her gasp, "Me using you as nothing but a fucktoy, my thick cock fuckin' ruining that sloppy cunt of yours till you beg me to stop?"
His dirty mouth keeps her going as she feels herself getting close. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to get out of his tight grip because she just wants to touch him but he's not letting her. He groans loudly on hearing her moan his name like a prayer— bucky bucky bucky please bucky.
Her legs feel like jello when he speaks up next, "Open your mouth, little girl."
She obeys, slipping into her submissive role. He spits into her mouth.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she swallows and opens her mouth again, but before she knows it his metal arm connects with her cheek and she's abruptly facing towards the right.
She cries out at the burn.
"Don't be a fuckin—" he accentuates his words with a harsh thrust, "Greedy bitch and take what I give you."
He doesn't let her breathe, hips snapping so rapidly into hers, dick piercing through her tight little cunt and her fluids dripping all over her thighs— she's about to cum.
"Bucky— fuck, Bucky i'm about to cum—"
She starts crying at that, fresh angry tears rolling down her cheeks and ruining all her makeup. She slams her head back into the wall, "Bucky please."
"I said hold it, little girl."
She starts begging even more, completely letting go of her pride and dignity as she cries about him not letting her cum. All that escapes her lips is a string of let me cum i can't take it please bucky, please and he smirks at that, shoving his fingers into her throat.
"That will shut you up for a while. This is what you wanted anyways, fuckin' bitch." She gags on his fingers, her pussy clenching sinfully around his cock, making him moan. "Why beg me to fuck you like a whore— fuck— when you can't take it, huh?"
She moans around his fingers, spit running down her chin as her pussy keeps clenching around his abnormally large and thick cock. She's eternally grateful to all the gods when he orders her to cum.
And fucking hell— she's never had an orgasm that powerful before. She sees stars as her whole body tenses up, an embarrassing groan leaving her throat as the milky white fluid runs down her pussy in such a filthy manner, even the kinkiest of the bunch would have looked away.
That doesn't stop Bucky from thrusting into her. He goes even faster as her body goes limp in his arms, using her pussy as a means to achieve his own well earned orgasm. Her cum works as lube, sliding in and out of her even easier and his energy doesn't falter when he holds her against the wall by the throat and breeds her like a bitch in heat.
With a last groan, he spills into her, thrusts turning sloppier as her pussy milks his cock like there's no tomorrow. She whimpers and he slowly and carefully pulls out of her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. He offers her support with one arm while zipping his jeans with the other, and then pulls her into his arms.
"Fuck." she whispers and he cradles her head against his chest. Without another word, he hoists her up and walks out of the bathroom, where there were a few angry teenagers waiting for them to get the hell out.
Steve, Natasha and Sam give their passing figures a knowing smile as he walks out of the club and offers to get her home— and when she gives him a lazy smile in return, he feels his heart skip a beat.
Love is a fucking bitch.
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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀
summary┃the amount of times you and bucky have seen each other masturbating is alarmingly high. might as well do it together.
pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader
word count┃2,920 words
warnings┃masturbation, mutual masturbation, use of toys [vibrator], lots of lube, dirty talk, general nakedness, bucky edging you, praise kink, slight authority kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, lots of teasing, slight mocking — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
notes┃not to be vulgar but i want him to destroy my pussy 😃✌🏻
The first time it happened, you were mortified. Hiding your face in your hands as Bucky laughed from the other side of the kitchen counter. You wanted the Earth to open up and swallow you.
“The walls are paper thin and your vibrator isn’t exactly,” he smirked, “quiet.”
You felt your entire body flush, skin on fire from utter embarrassment as Bucky called you out on hearing you masturbate.
It’s not like he did much to hide it either though.
“At least I don’t moan every five seconds like you,” you hissed back playfully as Bucky’s face dropped.
“I always assumed you were asleep,” he mumbles, a slight blush creeping up his neck as you feel your confidence slowly growing back.
“And what do you think wakes me up?” You chide back as Bucky folds his arms over his chest.
His naked chest.
“Well we clearly have to come up with a system.” Bucky jokes before the conversation slowly drifts to topics other than masturbation.
The first time you had actually caught him, you felt your heart nearly drop out of your ass as you walked into Bucky’s room with your phone in your hand.
You were hoping to get his opinion on something.
Instead you were met with his hand wrapped around his cock.
“Bucky can you—oh my God!” You dropped your head, covering your eyes as your mouth fell agape.
“Hey babes, what’s up?” He was so nonchalant, as if his cock wasn’t out for you to see and the porn video still faintly playing on his phone screen.
“Buck—I-I,” you stuttered, walking backwards and slamming the door behind you.
“Where’ya goin’!” You finally let your hands drop from your eyes as you stare at the door in disbelief.
“Bucky your entire dick was out! What do you mean, where am I going?” You were shocked, your friendship effectively ruined as you hear shuffling before the door swings open.
At least he has boxers on.
“Tit for tat?” Bucky smirks, leaning against the doorframe as your face still shows your shock.
“Oh c’mon Sweets,” he flicks your nose gently, “now there’s nothing left to your imagination.” He winks, brushing past you and into the washroom where the shower was started and he would undoubtedly resume his activity.
You had to admit, while it was a massive shock, the image of Bucky’s cock was burned into your memory.
It didn’t help that Bucky was hot. It also didn’t help that you could hear him and could hear all the filthy things he would say during the occasional hook up he had.
Seeing his cock didn’t help the throbbing between your thighs either.
It was a hot summer night in an apartment that didn’t have air conditioning—your window open as the soft breeze cooled you for a second.
Horny and hot. Hot and horny and yet you were out of luck as vibrator died and you had forgotten to pick up batteries from the convenience store.
Your hands travelled down your panty clad body and you sighed when you finally applied pressure to your clit.
It was too hot for anything else, nipples hard as your duvet lay bunched at the end of the bed—legs spread open as you relaxed against your pillows.
He consumed your thoughts as you slipped your fingers under your panties and through your folds—there would be no teasing tonight.
A year and a half of living with him, a year and a half of watching him do push-ups on the living room floor, emerge from the shower in nothing but a towel, hear him grunt as he buried his cock inside of the girl he brought home from the bar.
A shiver went down your spine as you slipped your fingers inside of you, trying hard to reach that sweet spot.
Your mouth fell open and suddenly, you couldn’t stop Bucky’s name from leaving your lips as you squirmed under your own touch.
“Sweets, what is it?” A groggy, sleepy Bucky stood in your doorway as you gasped, shooting up into a sitting position as you tried to cover yourself.
“What the fuck?” You whisper yelled in shock, Bucky’s tired eyes going wide as he trained them to the floor as you grabbed your blanket.
“Well you were calling my name, but I can see why now,” he smirked, shamelessly adjusting his dick in his shorts.
You fell back against the bed with a frustrated groan, “I was so close.”
This wasn’t going to help your mood, frustrations growing from your failed and rejected orgasm.
“By all means, don’t let me stop you.” He smirks, spinning on his heels and walking back to his bedroom where you can hear the squeaks of his bed springs as he no doubt throws himself on the mattress.
You stare at your ceiling, heart still beating away in your chest, watching the fan blades spinning rapidly before you hear the distinct sound of Bucky’s low groan.
If he didn’t let you finish, you sure as hell weren’t about to let him.
You jumped out of bed, not bothering to put a shirt on because, well, not like he hasn’t already seen everything.
“Hey asshole!” You yelled, knocking your fist on his door, “if I don’t come, then you don’t either.”
Suddenly, he went quiet. Shuffling on the other side before the door opened to a naked Bucky.
You had to remind yourself to keep your eyes on his.
“What if we both come?” His question confuses you, eyebrows furrowed as you cock your head to the side.
“If we both come, then it’s a win-win, right?” He asks and you have no choice but to nod your head.
“Yeah, but—“ you don’t finish your sentence before Bucky’s tugging you into his room by your wrist, a small squeak leaving you before you’re both bouncing onto his bed.
“Just hear me out, Sweets.” He smiles, letting you get comfortable before you’re both on your backs looking at his rickety ceiling fan.
“What if we just both,” he clears his throat, “masturbate together?”
He doesn’t seem to confident, but the proposition leaves your breath hitching as you can see the way his cock twitches.
“That seems...fair,” you don’t sound so confident either, afraid of ruining the friendship.
But that seems to have gone to shit pretty quick.
You lick your lips, turning your head to face Bucky as he’s already looking at you.
“Yeah,” you nod your head, “okay.”
He smiles, reaching into his beside table, coming back with a bottle of lube and offering you some.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” he scoffs, squeezing some into your palm before doing the same for him.
You take a moment to admire him, his flesh hand going to wrap around his cock as his metal prosthetic is barely touching your thigh.
The lube is cold, a soft gasp passing through your lips as you spread it over yourself.
It doesn’t take much to get your breathing ragged as Bucky rubs the head of his cock and moans almost directly in your ear.
“Bucky,” you whisper as he turns his head to you, “can you put your arm over me? It’s really hot.”
He smiles again, complying as he drapes the thick and heavy arm against your tummy. You moan at the coolness against your hot skin as your legs drop against his.
“Better?” He rasps, “much.” You reply.
Your breathing catches in your throat, moan replacing it when your fingers find your clit. You can hear Bucky’s ragged breaths as he lets out a curse.
“Fuck, Sweets why didn’t we start doin’ this sooner?” He groans, hearing the way he’s stroking his cock.
You hope it’s a rhetorical question because you’re far too focused on the bubbling feeling of your orgasm as you glance at the way his cock stands tall in his grasp.
“God, Bucky,” his name comes as a long, drawn out whimper.
“‘M gonna come,” you sigh, on the brink of your peak as Bucky’s mouth falls open.
“Go on Sweets, you deserve it,” his voice is low and hoarse as the heavy weight of his metal arm adds that bit of pressure to your lower tummy before the feeling finally snaps.
Your legs tighten around your own hand as you sink deeper into the bed, enjoying the strength of your orgasm before Bucky’s pants and grunts take your attention and you’re watching him paint his toned chest.
There’s nothing you can really say as you catch your breath, realizing just what’s happened.
But you’ve never been left more satisfied, turning to face Bucky who looks starstruck and in awe.
“This might be my best idea yet, Sweets,” he smirks, voice still hoarse from the late hour in the night as you roll your eyes playfully.
“I hate agree with you, Barnes, but yeah,” you’re still out of breath. “This was a damn good idea.”
You don’t spent the night, you don’t see any reason to. Slowly, crawling out of his bed and into the bathroom silently anxiously awaiting what he say in the morning.
Most importantly, if he would regret it.
That morning came, a mug of your favourite beverage in hand as Bucky stumbled out of the shower in nothing but his fucking towel.
“So last night was fun,” he smirked and leave it to Bucky Barnes and his God complex to fuel his ego.
“I think we should turn it into a regular thing,” he then adds, venturing into his bedroom but keeping the door open as he dropped his towel exposing his bare ass.
Not like you’ve never seen it.
“What, you wanna have a masturbation schedule?” You’re half joking as he pulls on a pair of boxers and turns around rolling his eyes at your comment playfully.
“No, not a schedule. But whenever we’re in the mood, we just...masturbate together,” he offers, coming into the kitchen to grab orange juice out of the fridge.
You have to think on his words, quickly trying to weigh out the pro’s and con’s but the only thing that comes to mind is how hard you came last night.
“Deal.” You finally say, outstretching your hand for him to shake.
“It’s a deal then, Sweets.”
Part of you thought that it would never happen again, that this was just another one of Bucky’s outrageous ideas, but it did.
It happened again, and again, and again until became such a normal part of your routine that neither of you batted an eye at it.
There were weeks where you were particularly insatiable, but Bucky never complained. There were also weeks were Bucky needed a little bit more attention and you were happy to help.
It turned into something so natural, something that fulfilled you that you stopped trying to find lame hookups and awkward dates.
You didn’t realize the time when your phone vibrated, a text from Bucky displayed on the screen.
The text would’ve caught you off guard months ago, but no you just fished for your vibrator before skipping into Bucky’s room and throwing yourself onto his bed.
“That was fast,” he chuckled as you shrugged your shoulders, “could say the same about you.” You winked playfully as he scoffed.
You shimmied your pants and underwear down, tossing your shirt over your head as Bucky just removed his covers to his already hardening cock.
That was something you’d never get used to. The only thing that was going through your head was his cock and the way it would feel inside of you.
“Hey, um, I was thinkin’ we could maybe try something new tonight?” Bucky squeaked, a departure from his usual cocky and confident nature.
You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, giving him a look that said go on.
“I was thinkin’ that maybe tonight,” he seemed nervous as he bit his lip. “That we could help each other out more.”
You were surprised at his words, your stomach flipping when you connected the dots to what it was that he wanted to try.
And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited.
“Yeah,” you nodded your head, “okay.”
He smiled, letting you lie back down against his pillow.
“Just relax for me, Sweets, I’ll take care of you tonight.” He whispered, words gentle and soft as you felt him spreading your legs.
“Do you think you can do what I tell you, Sweets?” There’s a sudden shift in his tone, voice low as his words rumble.
You nod your head, eyes closed in anticipation as you can feel yourself growing wetter.
“Okay, I want you to start slow, yeah? Use your fingers baby, get yourself nice and warmed up.” He cooes, watching as you let your fingers fall between your legs.
You run them through your folds, collecting your slick as you tease your clit with light touches while you feel Bucky’s hands massaging your thighs.
“Good girl, Sweets. Just like that, nice and slow—want you to hear just how wet you get.” You’d never heard this Bucky before, but it made your stomach flip in excitement as you played with yourself.
“Bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” He teases, his hands travelling up your tummy until they’re on your breast making you mewl under him.
“Uh uh, I didn’t say you could have your fingers yet, did I Sweets?” He stops your hand by your wrist, tugging it back up to your clit as you shudder at the sudden authority in his voice.
“I know you want them, but I think you’ll enjoy mine stuffing you just a little more,” he purrs, kissing your shoulder as his metal hand travels back down to where you’re circling your clit.
“Look at that, soaked already?” He taunts, coating his fingers with you before he’s teasing your entrance.
It’s getting harder to focus on your clit, wanting you fall back and enjoy the way Bucky’s cold, thick, and heavy fingers feel against you.
“Oh Sweets, I didn’t give you permission to stop playing with yourself.” He almost mocks, your chest falling and rising quickly as you let out a whine.
“Good girl, just like that. Nice and slow while I stretch you out.” His words hit you hard, fingers sinking into you as you let out an obscene moan.
He feels so much better than your own fingers—longer and thicker as they can reach that one spot you never could on your own.
“I can feel you squeezin’ me, but you can’t come just yet.” He whispers, slowly pumping them in and out of you—curling against you g-spot.
You’re biting your lip so hard you think you’ll have permanent indents from your teeth by the time the night is done.
“How do my fingers feel, Sweets?” He teases, “do you feel full? Absolutely stuffed?”
His words, the way his fingers are fucking you, and your own fingers are too much as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.
“Bucky, please. I-I wanna come,” you whimper, head lolling to the side as your toes curl into his mattress.
You open your eyes, mouth open as you see the way he’s got his one hand wrapped around his own cock—pumping himself while the other is knuckle deep inside of you.
It only makes your walls flutter around him, a silent plea to let you come.
“I know Sweets I know,” his fingers still inside of you, “but it’s gonna feel so much better this way.” You shiver when you realize what he’s doing.
He’s edging you—building it up just to let it dissipate until he does it all over again.
“Bucky,” you’re not past begging if it’ll get his fingers moving again.
He smirks, looking down at you before he’s moving his fingers again. It doesn’t take long for the feeling to build back up again until...
“Not just yet, Sweets.” You groan, whining as he stops your own hand against your clit so you’re left lying there with an aching core.
You try to move your hips upwards, but Bucky’s much stronger and keeps them planted against the bed.
“One more Sweets, just one more,” he promises, starting to move his fingers inside of you again.
“Go on, use your fingers, I’ll tell you when to stop.” You do what he says, rubbing your clit until you feel his hand around your wrist again.
“You’re doin’ so good,” he purrs, his own cock leaking pre-cum as he removes his flesh hand from your wrist to wrap it around himself.
Your skin feels like it’s on fire, right on the brink of your orgasm as he slowly starts to tease you with his fingers again.
“I know, Sweets, I can feel how badly you need to come,” he rasps, stroking his cock as he plunges his fingers deeper and deeper while your fingers are on your clit.
“Oh that’s it, come for me. Need you to come for me,” he groans as you let yourself go, feeling the scorching hot pleasure run through your body as Bucky moans—painting his chest with his cum.
Your body is still shuddering with aftershocks, limbs light as you find the strength to open your eyes and look at Bucky and his pink parted lips.
“That was fun,” you whisper, Bucky turning his head to face you with a sly smile.
“Maybe tomorrow we can try something else, I have a feeling my cock might feel better than my fingers.”
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˜*°•.°•. 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨
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: divorced dilf!bucky x fem!reader
warnings: age-gap (bucky is late thirties, and reader is early/mid twenties) smut, dirty talk, daddy kink (nothing excessive), dacryphilia, spit kink. masturbation (m & f) unprotected sex, cumplay. this is just really filthy, tbh.
word count: 7.8k
summary: the hot dad next door finds your onlyfans.. oops?
notes: looooook, this just wouldn’t leave my mind okay?! i hope y’all enjoy this as much as i did while writing it. dilf!bucky literally owns me, and my god, the things i’d let him do to me lmao. anyways, have fun with this smut bc my next few fics are all angsty messes hehe
Life in Eastview was peaceful.
Some would say that every day was familiar. Bucky preferred to call it mundane.
White-picket fenced townhouses lined the quiet streets, filled with families and elderly couples who had been there for years. It wasn’t the kind of town that was welcoming to newcomers, especially perky twenty-something year olds with a smile that could make even the dismal Dr. Banner blush.
Bucky had just dropped his boys off at his ex-wife’s new house when he’d saw the moving van, curious as to who was moving in next door to him. Needing the distraction, he thought he’d go and introduce himself to his new neighbour, and see if they needed any help. He never would’ve suspected a young thing like you, to answer the door for him.
“Hiya”, the first thing that he noticed was your smile. Kind, and inviting, like you’d been waiting for him to show up on your doorstep as though you were waiting for an old lover to return. They were warm, like the sun that reflected in them as you wore a pink sundress on the spring day.
“James Barnes”, he doesn’t knows why he tells you this instead of his preferred nickname, “Your new neighbour”.
Bucky clasps his calloused hand in yours, enjoying the way your softness felt against his skin. Your winsome smile answered him, along with a reply of your name, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes”.
Oh, that was why.
His pants stirred at the innocent look in your eyes, and Bucky almost felt ashamed for the desire that travelled through his veins, almost. “Need some help unloadin’ any boxes?”, offering a charming smile as the two of you stand in the doorway.
“Oh!”, your eyes cast downward as you chew on your bottom lip, a look of contemplation on your face as your brows furrow, “I’m sure you must have better things to do”.
He doesn’t miss the way your eyes catch his bare ring finger, “Wouldn’t have come over if I did, sweetheart”.
Your eyes dart up to meet his at the dulcet endearment, “If you’re sure, it might take a while”.
Bucky’s resounding smile has you fiddling with your fingers, “I’ve got all night for you, sweetheart”.
From that first meeting, the two of you had become close. Well, as close as Bucky would allow. You didn’t need someone as damaged as him around, atleast that was what he was trying to convince himself.
But that didn’t stop him from admiring you, not when you were so perfect for him. The way you were patient with his kids, or joining in on Pepper’s bake sales, and even helping Sam to paint his pool house — you were a gem. And Bucky felt like a thief anytime he was stealing your time away from people your own age.
At first it hadn’t bothered him, spending time with you. If he were being honest, it made him feel young, gave him another purpose for the monotonous life he’d found himself waking up in. It helped him to realise that he wasn’t just a blemished divorcee, or a father of three. But that he was still, Bucky. Something that had been lost on him for the past few years.
It’s a blazing summer afternoon, everyone gathered in his backyard for an early birthday celebration. And though Bucky considered himself lucky to have the people who were important to him here, the only person he cared about, was currently too focused on his sister’s elaborate story-telling.
With a defeated sigh, he turns back to the grill, flipping burgers as his mind replays the image of you, in your pretty little sundress, chasing the kids around the backyard as you distract them from annoying their parents.
“You know, you could’ve hired a caterer”, he hears the nasally voice of one of his neighbours, Dolores — or ‘Dot’, as she kept reminding him.
Bucky shrugs, barely glancing at her through his sunglasses, “I prefer to do the cookin’ myself, doesn’t taste the same when you’ve got someone else doin’ it for ya”.
“Oh, but I know just the person! You know Pietro’s sister, Wanda?”, at Bucky’s nod she continues, “She runs her own now, it goes in part with their new restaurant they just opened up in town”.
“Wanda’s a good chef”, he says with a smile as he reminisces, “She did Georgie’s cake last year”.
Dolores hums before she looks at him with a bashful smile, a hand placed on his forearm as her voice lowers, “Why don’t we go sometime, together?”.
“Look at you, cookin’ up a storm”, Bucky praises whatever deity above as you appear beside him like an angel that’s answered his prayers.
Dolores looks offended by your intrusion on their conversation, not that Bucky could care. He lowers his sunglasses as he takes you in, “Got your favourite on, sweetheart”.
“I can see that, I’m a lucky girl”, you grin at him, wide and toothy, and it makes his heart swell in three sizes as you do.
“Sorry, but we were actually just having a conversation”, the older woman intrudes, and Bucky has to keep himself from rolling his eyes.
Dolores had been a thorn in his side since moving into the neighbourhood, attaching herself to him like a withered rose that was begging for something to quench its thirst. In other words, she couldn’t take no for an answer.
You’re none the wiser as you simply reply, “Oh really? About what?”.
Bucky answers, “‘Boutta new restaurant that's opened up in town”.
“Wanda’s?”, you beam at them, “I’ve been dying to go!”.
He grins, “Want me to take ya, sweetheart?”.
And neither of you take notice as Dolores storms away, muttering under her breath about what a harlot, you were.
“If I’d ever be so lucky, Mr. Barnes”, and there’s something suggestive in the way your eyes glimmer more than the sunlight glistening off your skin.
“Think I’d be the lucky one, sweetheart”, he knows he shouldn’t be this outright flirtatious with you, but the way you’re biting your lip as you gaze at him through your lashes, has him thinking with another head.
You giggle at this suggestion, rolling your eyes playfully as you nudge him, “Oh!”, your eyes widen slightly as though you remember something, “I have somethin’ for ya’”.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”, he’s curious, leaning into you as he shields you away from the rest of the party.
You’re voice is sweet as you reply, “Freshly baked cookies, with a sprinkling of that coconut sugar you love so much”.
“Sweetheart, ya’know you didn’t need to do that”, but Bucky feels himself warm at the thought of you baking for him.
“It’s your birthday!”, you squeal at his pointed look, adding, “Or, consider it as a thank you for fixing my sink the other night”.
“You know you don’t gotta thank me for that”, he reminds you, before biting back a grin as he says, “But I’ll never say no to treats”.
“Hey, sugar!”, you hear Sam’s voice call out for you, “Ya gonna come be my partner?”.
“I’ll be there soon, Sam!”, you respond to the other man before turning to look at Bucky, “You gonna join us, Sir?”.
He licks his lips, catching the way your eyes focus in on his mouth, “I prefer to watch, sweetheart”.
You lean into him, pressing your body gently against his as you smile, “Well, I’ll make sure to put on a good show for you”.
Rationality seems to have left his mind as he watches you bounce away, taking up to Sam’s side as you join him, along with Steve, and Natasha to play a game. He spends the rest of the party observing you, watching the way you interact with the others. Your demeanour was open, pleasant — you made an effort to have a conversation with everyone, even entertaining the kids whenever they seemed to get a bit to rowdy.
Bucky couldn’t get over how perfect you were.
By the time most of the neighbourhood had dispersed from his backyard, Bucky lounged around with Sam, and Steve before noticing you inside the kitchen, scrubbing over the dishes. He lets the guys know he’ll be back, and makes his way in towards you.
“Ya’know, you really don’t gotta do that, sweetheart”, his voice is low in an attempt not to startle you, walking over to stand beside you, and trying to convince himself that he didn’t feel something stir inside of him at the look of you being so... domestic, in his home. As though you belonged there.
Shrugging, you look at him from the side as you say, “It’s your birthday, you shouldn’t have to clean up”.
Bucky shakes his head, “And you’re my guest, so neither should you”.
“I guess we’re at an impasse then, huh?”, you sigh, but the look on your face is nothing short of playful.
“You wash, I’ll dry?”, he offers.
Nodding, you accept, “Sounds like a good deal to me, Sir”.
The two of you spend the next ten minutes in a comfortable silence as you hum along to some new pop song, Bucky’s not quite sure what it is. “Thanks for helpin’ sweetheart”, he says as he places the last dish in the cabinet.
“You don’t need to thank me”, you smile at him brightly but at his hard gaze you sheepishly add, “But you’re welcome. I’m always happy to help you out, you know that, don’t you Mr. Barnes?”.
“You’re too sweet, pretty girl”, and oh, Bucky doesn’t miss the way your iris’ dilate at the term.
It’s quiet for a moment as he watches you try to think of something to say, before your eyes widen in realisation, “I almost forgot!”. You move away from him, going over to where your book bag lies on the counter top.
Homemade chocolate chip cookies are brought over to him, “Sweetheart, I’ve gotta watch my figure, can’t keep eatin’ all these treats”.
“Oh, please. You’re handsome, Mr. Barnes”, you say it with a roll of your eyes, as if it’s the most obvious fact you’d ever said, “No matter your size”.
“You’re definitely too sweet for me”, he drawls, as he watches you unwrap the cookies, picking one and bringing it over to him.
You hold out the still warm cookie with your fingers, the chocolate chips melting on your fingers. Bucky leans forward, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he maintains eye contact with you, holding in a smirk at the way your breath catches. Bucky bites into the treat, mouth watering as the flavour hits his tastebuds. He savours the sweetness on his tongue, but he can’t help himself and think of how much sweeter he’d know you be.
He pulls away as he swallows down the cookie, enjoying the way your eyes follow the line of his throat as he does so. Half of it still sits between your fingers, and you look at him expectedly. His nod answers your question.
You fingers meet your lips as you bite down on the rest of the cookie, eyes mischievous as your tongue pokes out to lick off the remaining chocolate before you put them into your mouth. One by one, gently nibbling and sucking at the remainder left behind there. Bucky thinks he might combust right there as you gaze at him with hooded lids.
“Yo, Buck!”, Steve’s voice is coming from just outside the kitchen door, “You got any more beer?”.
The two of you step back from each other as footsteps draw closer, watching as Steve enters the room.
None the wiser, the blonde waits for an answer, “Yeah, Rogers. Out the back in the cooler, should be a carton or two still out there”.
“Sweet! Thanks, man”, and then he was stumbling away as quickly as he came.
Bucky watches you watch him, bottom lip pulled between your teeth before you’re telling him, “Can I use your bathroom?”.
He manages a nod, “Upstairs, first door on your right”.
Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, “Thanks, Mr. Barnes”.
Once your out of his sight, Bucky’s letting out a breath he hadn’t even realised he was holding in, “What the fuck am I doing?”.
Turns out, Bucky would be asking himself that question quite a bit as the days passed.
It was like you had taken over his every thought, from the moment that he woke up, to the second he fell asleep — Bucky was thinking of you, in every possible way he could. It wasn’t like him, to be lusting over a college student who’d barely lived their life, but he was slowly coming to terms with the fact that it wasn’t just lust. Bucky was falling for you, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself once he realised.
So, rather than deal with it and admit his feelings, Bucky did the next best thing — he turned to porn.
Except, nothing on the regular websites seemed to catch his eye. None of them looked like — you shouldn’t be thinking of her that way, he berates himself.
But he needed to do something to release the pent-up tension he was feeling, and what better way to do that, than to finally explore that site, Stark’s always raving on about it.
Loading the website, onlyfans glowing at the top of the screen, he enters his name and a password before beginning to scroll. Honestly? Bucky doesn’t know what he’s searching for. Definitely not some pretty girl with eyes as kind as yours, or a smile to match.
Which is why his eyes almost bug out of his head when he finds exactly that, and realises that the girl, was you.
Recognition fires up in the pit of his belly, he reads the time of the latest video that was posted, only two hours ago. But at that time you would’ve only just gotten home from — oh, fuck.
The seafoam green walls are familiar to him, too familiar. The marble tiling a dead giveaway for where you are, and it makes his cock swell in his jeans as he realises that you, were touching yourself, in his fucking bathroom. And from looking at the pretty yellow sundress you had on, you’d taken it earlier today.
He watches intently as you lift up the sundress teasingly, a lithe smile in place and Bucky groans, you weren’t wearing any fucking panties.
Your fingers trail over your thighs as you relax on the ottoman, his ottoman. And Bucky thinks he might explode as you open yourself up for anyone to see, the wetness glistening as you run your finger through your slit. Your breaths are shallow, chest slightly heaving as your play with your arousal, lip bitten as you try to contain your moans.
Bucky takes his cock out from him pants, wrapping a hand around himself as soon as he’s free, choking on his own spit as he watches you. “Daddy”, it falls from your lips wantonly as you rub your swollen clit, “Fuck!”.
“Shit”, he groans, using the precum oozing from his tip to lubricate himself, shuddering at how sensitive he was. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he’d touched himself like this. He was used to just doing it as a stress reliever, but right now? It was for his pleasure. And Bucky was close already as he watched a finger enter your soaking hole.
“Feel so good”, you cry out, hand flying over your mouth as you try to cover your sounds, “Just want you to touch me, please”.
God, Bucky had never heard anything as beautiful as the whines that left your throat as you touched yourself. He wondered what you were thinking of. Couldn’t help but hope that you were thinking of him.
His release finds him much sooner than expected, but how couldn’t it? Especially when you looked so pretty cumming all over your fingers, a cry of “Daddy”, leaving your lips as you do.
As Bucky looks down at his spent cock, release coating his lower stomach, he can’t help but look at the video as you come down from your high. Giggling as you wave goodbye to the camera, a cheeky kiss blown to it before the screen goes back, and Bucky’s left staring at his reflection.
He wanted you. He needed you.
And Bucky was going to have you.
After finding your videos, he had spent the following days watching them all, paying tips where he needed to, and enjoying the persona you gave to your audience. You were nothing like the sweet girl he thought you were.
Constant moans of Daddy, and the way you begged to be treated like the dumb fucking slut you were, had his head spinning. And every time he saw you each morning he left to go to work, his pants tightened at the sight of your innocent smile and small wave of your hand as you wish him a good day.
Enough was enough, he’d decided.
He made sure the boys were at their mother’s house, it was a Friday night and he had finally worked up the courage to ask you to dinner. Only, when he knocked on your door, he’d come to find that you already had plans.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes!”, you insisted, “If I’d known you wanted to go to Wanda’s tonight, I wouldn’t have accepted Johnny’s invite”.
“Storm?”, he questions as he wrinkles his nose, “You’re going out with Johnny Storm?”.
You don’t think you’d ever seen him so annoyed, at least not with you. “Um, yeah”, you mumble, shame seeming to burn as you watch the judgement pass over his features, “He’s been asking me out for a while... and I guess I’d just had enough of waiting for- I mean, I just thought maybe if he was being so persistent then maybe I should just give him a chance, ya’know?”.
No, he didn’t know.
“Right. Well, enjoy yourself tonight”, Bucky grumbles as he tucks his hands into his pockets, “Hope you kids have a good night”, and then he’s turning around to leave as frustration floods him at the fact that you’re going out with someone, that isn’t him.
“Wait!”, you call out of him, following him down the steps, “Do you think it’s not a good idea?”.
Bucky asks you, “What’s not a good idea?”.
“Going on a date with Johnny”, you tell him, “Do you think it’s not a good idea?”.
He doesn’t know what you’re getting at, why you’re asking him, “I think you should do whatever you want. Not like you’ve got any otha’ commitment, right?”.
“Right...”, you reply but it looks like there’s more you want to say, only getting cut short from the sound of a car horn. “That’s Johnny”, you advise, as if he couldn’t tell by the obnoxiously loud music playing out from the car windows.
“Real charmer”, Bucky scoffs, “‘M sure he’ll be everything you could ever want”.
You shrug, coy as you say, “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just tired or waitin’ for some ol’ guy who obviously doesn’t know what he wants”.
And oh, Bucky has an inkling he knows who this ‘some ol’ guy’, is but... there’s no way it’s him, right?
“Yo, sweetcheeks!”, Johnny’s voice cuts through your tension, “Ya ready to head off?”.
“Sure, Johnny! Be right there”, you wave him off before turning to Bucky, “Guess I’ll see you later then, Mr. Barnes”.
Bucky nods, turning on his heel and walking back to his house, barely missing the disappointed look on your face as you watch him leave without so much as a goodbye.
He spends the rest of his night, drinking a glass of whiskey and watching whatever terrible Netflix movie was trending in an attempt to not think about how you were probably giggling at whatever dumb joke Johnny was whispering into your ear.
It wasn’t until the next morning, that he realised you mustn’t have come home and he feels his stomach drop. Your car was still in the driveway, but he hadn’t heard a call pull up last night, which could only mean one thing — you’d spent the night with Johnny.
It’s the only thought that floats around in his head all day, at least until, a knock at his door finally pulls him away from it.
Opening the front door, the bright sight of you made his senses go into overdrive. You looked fresh, happy as a smile stretches across your lips as you ask him, “Hiya Mr. Barnes, you wouldn’t happen to have any milk would ya?”.
“Milk?”, he repeats, confusion laced in his tone.
“Yeah, I didn’t have any time to pick up some from the store, thought I’d come over and ask ya”, you’re still smiling at him, standing in his doorway as you wait for him to let you inside.
Bucky steps aside, “Sure, sweetheart. I’ve got some milk that you can use”.
“You’re the best! Thanks, Mr. Barnes”, and as you make your way inside, he noticed the short sundress fluttering at your thighs as you bounce towards his kitchen.
You knew where everything was stashed by now, and you definitely made yourself at home as you helped yourself to his fridge. Bucky stands to the side of the counter, watching silently as you bend over slowly, sundress rising high enough for him to notice the swell of your ass at it hangs out in front of him like a snack — god, did you ever wear panties?
Bucky holds back his groan, and when you look over your shoulder at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you say, “I can’t find the milk, Sir” and then you’re leaning over further, and he swears he can see wetness glistening against your folds, “Oops, nevermind”.
He decides right there and then — fuck it.
“How was your date?”, his arms are crossed over his chest, delighting in the way you huff silently at the fact he hasn’t made any move toward you, yet.
You shrug as you place the carton on the bench, “It was fine. Johnny’s a nice guy”.
Bucky watches in the way you walk backwards as he begins to stalk toward you, backing you up against the closed fridge, “Is he what you want?”.
“I don’t know what I want”, it’s a simple answer, and Bucky wants to smack the cheeky smirk off your face.
He tuts, teeth kissing his tongue as he tell you, “We both know that’s a lie”.
“What?”, the tilt of your head could be an indication of innocence, too bad he knows you so well now.
Bucky’s voice is low as it reaches your ears, “Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart”. His body presses into yours, feeling himself grow harder at the feeling of your supple figure mold to fit his, “I think you know what you want”.
“Mr. Barnes”, your eyes are wild as they stare into his cerulean orbs, palms flat against the cool fridge behind you that does nothing for your heated skin.
“I think the entire fucking internet knows what you want, pretty girl”, and he feels pride swell in his chest as recognition lights up your eyes. “And here I thought I knew you”, his chuckle against your ear sends a thrill down your spine, “But I never could have guessed that my sweet, little neighbour was really just a dirty, little slut”.
“Mr. Barnes!”, you squeal the title this time, eyebrows furrowed as you pretend that you aren’t clenching your thighs together.
“S’that all you know how to say?”, his teeth gently pull at the edge of your ear, “C’mon sweetheart, you know what my name is. Said it so prettily in those videos you made”.
Your breathing is ragged as his cologne fills your senses, the scent of neroli, and amber so strong, you can almost taste it on your tongue as he demands, “Say it. I know it’s right there on the tip of your tongue”.
“Daddy”, the title is said as a whimper, your hands coming up to fist themselves in his flannel shirt, bringing a leg up to wrap around his waist, “Please”.
Bucky groans at the sight of you, so pliant, and submissive that he doesn’t know what he wants to do to you first — seems like you’ll make that decision for him.
Cherry chapstick meet his lips as you pull him into a passionate kiss, months of pining, and incorrigible flirting had all lead to this moment. Bucky couldn’t get enough of you — it was all consuming, the way you whimpered into his mouth and held him closer by his neck. You were insatiable, tasting the older man on your tongue, and you knew you were already addicted.
Bucky kissed you like he was chasing his last breath, unforgiving in the way he bit your bottom lip, teasing your tongue with his as he savoured the feeling. He didn’t think he’d ever have his fill, not when he’d finally gotten a taste of you.
“Sweetheart”, he breaks the kiss, hiding back a smirk at the way your lips follow after him. It’s takes you a second to realise he’d pulled away, and immediately, doubt began to creep in. Bucky was quick to kiss away the worry, holding you close as he asks, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”.
“Please”, you beg, eyes wide as they blink up at him, “I want you”.
“Yeah, pretty girl?”, he groans against your mouth, “What do you want me to do, huh?”.
You weren’t shy as you begged him to fuck you, how you wanted him to own you — control you.
“Mm, I’m not so sure sweetheart”, he teases, his fingers trailing up your bare thighs, “See, you’ve been so bad, walking around without any panties on, bending over for me to see”.
“Wanted you, to finally make a move”, you whine at him, grinding yourself against him as best as you could.
Bucky chuckles at your desperation, “Well, now if you were a good girl, you would’ve just come to me, and asked for what you wanted”.
“I am good!”, you sass at him, arms crossing over your chest as your attitude oozes from your tone.
He’s quick to grab your wrists, bringing them up next to your head as he holds them there, “Cut the attitude”. Bucky leans in the nip at your jaw, “Y’know what I think?”.
“What?”, it’s breathy as he leaves kisses along your neck, biting and sucking as he travels south, meeting the valley of your breasts before coming back.
Voice in your ear, he tells you, “I think that if you want to be a good girl, then you’d get on your fucking knees, and take my cock down that cute throat of yours”.
Bucky barely finishes the sentence before your falling to your knees in front of him, hands making quick work of his belt, barely getting his jeans halfway down his thighs before your hot mouth is licking over his boxer briefs — kissing, and fondling your tongue over the hardness that’s hidden behind the fabric.
Breathing deeply, Bucky reaches his hand out so that his palm cradles your cheek, motioning you to look up at him, “C’mon pretty girl, wanna see you choke on my cock”.
Your thighs are clenching together, eyes dazed at the show of dominance as the older man peers over you. Reaching for the top of his underwear, you slowly pull them down, mouth watering as you watch his thick, cut erect member slap against his stomach. You whimper at the sight — precum leaking from the swollen head, a pulsing vein running along the underside as it waits for your mouth.
Leaning forward, you lick a fat stripe from the bottom of his cock up to the tip, delighting in the groan that falls from Bucky’s throat as his hand reaches out to grab the back of your neck. Looking up at him through your lashes, your eyes meet his dark pupils, shivering from the lust that reflects. You lick at the slit, stomach clenching as the musky taste of him meets your taste buds. Gently, you open your mouth wide enough to slip the head between your lips, alternating between kitten licks, and sucking before you lean back.
Collecting your saliva in your mouth, you slowly let it dribble from your mouth and onto his cock, before bringing your mouth back down and taking him as far as you can, “Fuuuuuck, sweetheart”.
The sight of you taking him has Bucky ready to risk everything he possibly could. “Such a hot fucking mouth”, his voice is deeper, more husky the further he loses himself to the sensation of your skilled tongue, “You’re such a good girl for me”.
Your head bobs along his length, hands coming up to reach what you can’t before you take your mouth off him completely, instead, nestling down towards his balls — gently nibbling, and suckling at the heavy sac as your hands work in tandem with your leftover spit, and his precum.
“Fuckin’ christ, sweetheart”, his ears are tinted pink at the squelching sounds that fill the room. You were working his cock like you were getting paid for it, and Bucky had never considered himself so lucky.
It takes one more lick of your tongue against the underside of his cock before he’s bringing you off him, leaning down so that he can swallow your protest down his throat as his lips meet yours in a messy kiss — growling at the taste of him still settled there, “C’mere”.
You’re pushed against a timber counter, one leg wrapped around his waist as you pull him in closer to you, begging for his touch as you feel the wetness pooling between your legs. “Please”, you whine against his lips, “I need you”.
“Yeah, sweetheart? You do, don’t you?”, he’s grinning from ear to ear, pleasure completely overtaking him as he grabs onto your soft hips, grinding his cock against your thigh, “C’mon, come with me”.
And then, he’s taking you up the stairs and into his bedroom — you barely have time to take it all in before he’s throwing you onto the bed. The show of masculinity has you giggling, and Bucky can’t help but smile adoringly as he stands at the foot of the bed.
It takes you a moment to realise he was still watching you, gaze dark and eyes hooded as he did. “Whatcha waitin’ for, Mr?”, and the sarcastic retort died on Bucky’s tongue as he watched you slowly take that damned sundress off your body, tossing it onto the floor before you were leaning back on your elbows — spreading your thighs and giving him a show.
Glistening folds greeted his sight, you were so fucking wet — your clit was swollen, and puffy. Just begging for attention, “Fuck, sweetheart”, he thinks he can see your hole twitch around nothing as you sink into the mattress.
His heated gaze roams your figure, all soft curves and pretty marks that painted your skin like the most divine art he’d ever laid his eyes upon.
There’s a mischevious glint in your eyes, and Bucky watches as one of your hands come to rest on your thigh, trailing slowly toward your mound as you watch him swallow in anticipation.
A moan falls from your lips as your fingers spread your folds, middle finger slipping in between them as it collects some of your arousal. “Daddy”, it’s choked out as you rub your wetness around your cunt, before circling your sensitive nub, “Please”.
Bucky’s mind seems to catch up to him, and he chuckles, “You’re so fuckin’ desperate, aren’t ya, pretty girl?”. As soon as he hears your agreement, the older man is tugging his shirt off and throwing it to meet your forgotten dress.
He’s on you then, like a man who was starved of touch. Your hand is ripped away from your cunt, and you fall back onto the bed completely as Bucky hovers over you, holding your hands down on either side of your head.
“Tell me what you want”, he demands, nose rubbing along your cheek as his breath fans against your ear, “Use your words, sweetheart”.
Your face moves to the side so that you’re in each others sights, “Touch me, please”.
Bucky smiles like a predator that’s caught it’s prey, “Where?”, his fingers trail down your neck, and then in between your breasts before pinching a nipple, an action that has you crying against him as you push your body up to meet his.
As you shake your head, Bucky wonders, “Lower?”, and the condescending tone to his voice has you shuddering.
The way you moan as his fingers find your cunt has him believing of a siren’s call, “Ahh, there it is, sweetheart”. Your hands grip onto his shoulders, and Bucky can’t help but turn his head to place a kiss to the first place he see’s skin.
“Oh my god, please!”, it’s futile, and part of you knows that — knows that he’ll savour having you like this.
Bucky feels your desire as his fingers play you like his favourite instrument, pulling at all the right strings to make you sing for him. And as he feels the wetness collate on his fingers, dripping down onto the bedsheets, he knows he needs to taste you.
Crawling down the bed, he finds home between your thighs, and his cock strains against his stomach as he wastes no time diving into your cunt, lapping at your juices — he was right, you were sweeter than any treat he’d ever had in his mouth.
“Fuck!”, you squeal as his tongue latches onto your clit, “Daddy!”.
He wants to ruin you — tear you apart with his hands, and put you back together with his mouth.
His tongue delves into you, and his fingers meet your entrance. Bucky teases the twitching hole before he’s sinking two fingers into you, he knows you can take it — the memory of you doing it to yourself on his phone flashing through his mind.
“Yes!”, you’re keening at the feeling of his tongue, and fingers working you open, “Just like that!”.
Bucky pumps his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, being careful as his tongue gently sucks at your clit before massaging it. His eyes look up at the sight of you before him — and fuck, if you weren’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
He can feel your walls fluttering around him, and the telltale sign of the noises leaving your throat are getting higher in pitch — he knows you’re close. And he can’t wait to taste you.
“C’mon, sweetheart”, he groans against your cunt, “Know you wanna cum, so go ahead, want you to make a mess all ova’ my face”.
You’re hands find solace in his hair, using it as leverage to grind up against his mouth, crying as he ravages your pussy. “M’ gonna cum! Oh my god, please!”, you’re begging, tears welling up in your eyes as you feel the pressure reaching its peak in your core.
“Let go, c’mon”, he instructs you, “Be my good, little fucking slut and cum for me”.
“James!”, there’s a ringing in your ears as pleasure overtakes your body, black and white spots flashing behind your eyelids as you hold Bucky against your cunt. Your walls clench around his fingers as you ride out your orgasm.
It takes him a moment to realise what you’ve called him — and god fucking damn, if he didn’t fall in love with the way you said his name. The remnants of your orgasm can still be tasted on his tongue as he pulls away from your trembling form. He moves back up your body, nudging your legs open as they try to close so that he can situate himself there.
Bucky coos at you, his heart feeling full at the sight of tears drying on your cheeks, “Did so well for me, sweetheart”. He presses gentle kisses on your cheeks as your chest heaves, “My good girl, hm?”.
Your eyes open, shining brightly as you realise what he’s just said — you move your head up so that your mouth meets his, licking his lips so your tongues can comfort the other.
“Love the way you say my name, pretty girl”, he admits after the two of you separate.
You smile coyly at him, “James”, you breathe out, giggling at the way a grin breaks out across his face before teasing, “James, James, James!”.
He grinds his cock in between the two of you, hips stuttering as your wetness coats him, and he relishes in the whimper that falls from you as the energy between the two of you changes. “Not so smart when I’ve got my cock out, huh, sweetheart?”, he breathes, “What happened to daddy, huh? And here you were doing so well”.
“‘M sorry, daddy!”, your eyes grow big, pleading, and you looked so innocent that he couldn’t help but want to ruin you.
“That so, sweetheart?”, he nips at your bottom lip with his teeth, “Gonna show me how sorry you are?”.
“Yes!”, you promise him, “I will, I promise!”.
Bucky reaches down to grip his length, guiding it towards your soaping hole, “I know you will, sweetheart”. And your back arches as he slowly pushes into you, “You’re gonna take my cock, like a good girl, and then, you’re gonna make a mess for me, hm?”.
Your hands grip onto his forearms, nails digging into flesh as he bottoms out, “So big!”.
Pride swells in his chest at the way you already looked so fucked out — god, he’d commit it to memory. When he knows your comfortable around him, mewling for him to fuck you, he pulls his cock out almost to the tip, before sliding back in.
There was something so ethereal in the way you looked beneath him. Bucky didn’t know what heaven would be like, but with you under him right now? He’s sure he must be there.
“Fuuuck, takin’ me so well, sweetheart”, he growls as he thrusts up into your cunt, “Can feel you squeezin’ yourself ‘round me”.
Your eyes connect, and Bucky stutters for a moment at the admiration that was in your gaze. Maybe you felt just as deeply for him, as he did for you.
Bucky doesn’t have a long time to keep that thought, so he locks it away for now and focuses back on the way your legs have wrapped around his waist, interlocked behind his back as you beg for him to go deeper, harder, “Make me feel it, daddy”, you’d said and Bucky was more than gracious to comply.
He was pounding into with total abandonment, gripping onto your hips as he slammed his cock into your cunt in a vicious motion. The tears were back, falling down your cheeks as your mind clouded over with pleasure.
You met his powerful thrusts, basking in the way that the older man groaned every time you clenched around his length. Bucky was big when you’d taken him down your throat, but it was nothing compared to how he felt inside of you.
“Sweetheart”, his voice was husky, almost gravelly when he addressed you, “Takin’ me so well”.
“Fuck, Mr. Barnes!”, oh the way that falls from your mouth has him fucking into you even dirtier, and from the scream that leaves your mouth, he knows you knew what you were doing.
His grip around your thighs is brutal, using them to hold you close while he pistoled his hips. He could feel you squeezing him harder, more frequent as your moans grew louder with each thrust. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”, he teases, “Gonna cream my cock?”.
“Yes! God, yes! Please”, you sobbed as you felt the coil tighten in your core, “‘M gonna cum! Oh my - fuck, I’m gonna cum for you!”.
“Go on, pretty girl”, he leans down to press a filthy kiss to your lips, “Fuckin’ milk my cock”.
As soon as you have his permission, your nails are digging in harder to his skin as you cry out his name, your orgasm washing over you in waves as he continues to fuck you through it.
“Shit”, he huffs out as he feels your juices leak down his length, “Such a fuckin’ good girl, so fuckin’ perfect for me”.
Bucky feels his own orgasm threatening to push him to the edge, but he knows he can bring you to one more. Your body shakes as you come down from your high, legs untangling from around him as you fall back into the bed.
You reach up to pull him down into another passionate kiss, savouring the way he tastes before he’s pulling away, looking down at you as he takes in you in. “So beautiful, my pretty girl”, he praises as he leaves kisses along your jawline.
“James”, you’re breathless, still buzzing from the orgasm as he continues to pump in, and out of you. You gently push his shoulders back, and he gets the message as he takes himself out of you, pulling you over him as his back hits the mattress.
As you straddle his waist, you grabbed his still hard member, guiding it toward your entrance. “Don’t tease, sweetheart”, he growls as you run his angry tip along your slit.
“Sorry, daddy”, you say with a small smirk so he knows you aren’t, but before he can retort — you’re sinking down onto his cock. Once he’s sheathed inside, your hands fall to his chest, using him as leverage as you start to ride him.
If Bucky thought you were heaven below him, then you were a fucking goddess above him.
Your movements were fluid, eyes focused solely on his as you sought to bring him to release. Bucky’s hands latched onto your hips as you rode him, “Ridin’ my cock so well, sweetheart”.
You take your time, enjoying the way he feels so deep inside of you like this, his cock kissing your cervix as you roll your hips. But it only takes one particularly hard hit against that spongy part inside of you until you’re riding him like your life depends on it. “James! So deep, fuck! You’re so deep inside of me”, you cry, bottom lip between your teeth as you chase the pleasure building.
“Yeah? Feel me in your guts, pretty girl?”, Bucky grins, “You’re takin’ me so well, ‘m so lucky”.
His words have you feeling warm, Bucky made you feel so special — he always looked out for you, always made sure you were okay, and now was your chance to repay him for all that he’d done for you. “Just wanna make you feel good, daddy. Just you”, and Bucky doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.
The desperation between the two of you begins to build, desire coursing through your veins as it slowly overtakes all of your senses once more. You knew you weren’t going to last long, but you were determined to make Bucky cum. Clenching down on his cock, you start bouncing on him faster, more reckless and the howl that comes from Bucky’s throat has your ego swelling.
“Please, James”, you look down at him, “Want you to cum — need you to cum. Wanna feel it inside of me, please!”.
The way you beg so prettily has Bucky seeing stars. And by the way his hands squeeze your hips, you know he’s about to ruin you. “Fuckin’ take it”, he growls as he plants his feet on the bed, fucking up into you harshly as the pleasure overwhelms him, “Gonna fuck my cum in this pretty cunt, make sure you know who it belongs to”.
“Yes! Fuck, belongs to you, James! It’s all yours!”, you squeal as you hold on as best as you can, meeting his thrusts where you could.
Bucky feels his balls tighten, “‘M gonna cum, fuuuuck, sweetheart, tell me you’re mine — tell me you want me to fill you up”.
You were more than willing to agree, “I’m yours, James! All yours, I promise!”, you cry out at a particularly intense thrust, “Show me, I’m yours! Cum in me, please! I want you to fill me up, make me know I’m yours!”.
Your hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing erratically as you feel your third orgasm approach, “Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum!”.
“That’s it pretty girl, fuckin’ cum for me!”, Bucky grunts, “Right fuckin’ now — cum for me”.
The two of you lose yourselves completely. Your release coats his cock, running down onto the bedsheets as Bucky’s cum paints your walls before he fucks it into you. You’ve never felt so full, so complete. And Bucky doesn’t know if he’s ever felt this sated in his life.
As the two of you come down, you fall into Bucky’s chest, catching your breath as his hands run up and down your back softly, rubbing circles as he soothes you through the aftermath.
Once the two of you are ready, you slowly pull yourself off of Bucky’s cock. And if you weren’t so blissed out, you might’ve felt shame from the way his cum falls from your used hole, running down your thighs as you sit on your knees.
Not being able to help yourself, you reach down, using your fingers to collect some of his seed before bringing it to your mouth — swirling your fingers and moaning at the taste of your mixed juices as it hits your tongue.
Bucky feels his cock twitch at the sight of you so debauched, fuck, he might just be in love with you.
You giggle at the bewildered expression on his features before you fall down next to him, feeling utter contentment as Bucky brings you in to lay on his chest.
“Fuck, pretty girl”, his arms squeezes you gently as he feels you draw on his chest, “That was incredible”.
“‘M glad you finally picked up my hints, wasn’t sure how much longer it was gonna take ya”, you tease him, looking up through your lashes as you notice the smile on his face.
He chuckles, “The no panties was definitely a nice touch”.
There’s a comfortable silence shared before you feel Bucky’s fingers traces along your cheek, holding onto your chin softly as he guides you to his mouth. He doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of kissing you.
“I really like you, ya know?”, he whispers against your lips, “I think you’re gonna be someone real special to me”.
And there’s something that blooms in your chest at his confession — a promise for something more.
You seal it with a kiss.
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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)
Thank you for 400 in such a short space of time! It really means the world to me
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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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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.
Category: Smut 18+
Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying
Word count: 1.9k
Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!
There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.
But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring?
“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything.
There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment.
You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.
“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.
“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.
“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?
Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side.
“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them.
“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.
Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?
“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you.
“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics.
You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing.
But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around.
“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.
“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass.
Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this.
“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.
“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres.
“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.
“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.
“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues.
“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.
Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table.
Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.
“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it.
There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.
Bucky opened up a closet door.
“Get in, doll.” He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.
It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.
“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him.
“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction.
“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.
“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.
The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck.
Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.
He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck.
“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.
And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side.
“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.
“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.
“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.
“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.
“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.
“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.” Bucky smirked at you.
“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.
With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.
“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.
“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.
“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.
“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.
“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink.
“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.
“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.
“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.
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bucky x reader
summary: Bucky Barnes couldn’t care less about getting home because there’s only want thing he wants, and, thanks to Sam’s favorite bumpy road, it can totally be made possible.
warnings: 18 & up only, cockwarming, fingering, public sex
word count: 1,988
author’s note: sat down to write a quick horny bucky barnes headcanon and it accidentally turned into this :))))
“I need to be in you right now.”
“Need is a strong word,” y/n whispered back to Bucky after hearing his pleading words. “I’m sure you can wait half an hour.”
“Need to feel your warmth.” She gave him a look he’d usually take as a sign to back down. “Your walls squeezing around me.” That look Bucky paid no mind, instead opting to trail small kisses along her jaw and neck. “That’s it,” Bucky assured y/n caressing her left upper thigh. “Just need you.” He stopped his actions suddenly, and for a moment y/n thought he was going to wait until they got home, but then he was pulling her onto his lap, careful enough not to wake up Natasha besides them and giving Sam a slight smile in the rearview mirror. He shook his head when Bucky placed a blanket over their forms before mumbling out you better not have sex in the car.
“We won’t.” Bucky innocently assured him, but his wandering hands told a different story. He swiftly moved them both to the side, right behind Sam’s seat, and y/n could easily feel his boner as he shifted them around to find a spot that’s both comfortable and hidden from the only awake passenger in the car. Bucky’s boner against her core was a too-good of a feeling, and y/n squirmed in his lap, feeling herself becoming aroused. “Just want to get some sleep,” he nodded his head at Natasha’s sleeping form next to them and then, “you didn’t say anything when those two fell asleep.” at Steve’s.
“They’re in separate spots.” Sam started, and Bucky shook his head yes. Y/n had to close her eyes when his flesh hand discreetly lifted up her dress and pushed her panties aside to access her slit, two wandering digits finding their way inside. Thick and long, and Bucky could feel y/n deliciously squeezing them. “No blankets to hide whatever the hell you both want to do,” Sam noted, and Bucky slowly put his hands up, a sly smile appearing on his face when his right hand’s index and middle fingers glistening with y/n’s wetness caught his attention. Except Sam was tired and annoyed and too focused on the road to notice, so he dropped the subject. “Alright.” He said, and Bucky nodded his head, quickly returning his fingers back to y/n's wet slit. He worked them in and out at an agonizingly slow pace and chuckled when y/n rubbed herself on him.
“Alright.” Bucky leaned into the seat, and y/n had to bite the inside of her cheek when his fingers curled upright and hit her g-spot. Her senses were overloading; with both the fear of getting caught and the excitement the predicament brought, all the sensations were so much better. So much more intense. A moan almost escaped past her lips when Bucky started rubbing her clit with his thumb in fast-paced circles. “Good to know we’re in the clear.” Bucky patted Sam on the shoulder with his metal arm before he was pushing his pants and boxers down enough to expose his throbbing length. Fingering y/n while getting his own clothes off was a skill Bucky mastered a few weeks after they started dating. Turns out, it was quite a useful skill. Rubbing her clit for a couple more moments, he retracted his hand right before y/n could finish and kissed her on the cheek. “I love you.” He whispered in a low, husky tone and bit her earlobe. “You know that, right?” He added.
Irritated, y/n pushed herself up with one hand while letting the other aline his dick with her opening before she sat back down. She had to fake a cough when Bucky was fully seated inside her while Bucky let out a quiet you’re so tight.
“Would’ve let me finish if you do.” She remarked, and he wrapped his hands around her waist, placing his head on her shoulder.
“This is a bumpy road.” Bucky noted when Sam accidentally hit another pothole. Closing her eyes, y/n leaned into Bucky, realizing something that has managed to slip past her. The little shit knew the exact route Sam was going to take when he pleaded to be inside her. The bumpy road through the forest Sam always takes because it’s such an amazing shortcut, guys, seriously, you save 30 minutes. She could clearly hear Tony’s usual reply and ruin the tires that I buy, though. C’mon Wilson, I have to replace them every 6 months. That road is already shitty, but it just gets worse the further you drive. Y/n has never taken Sam’s shortcut direction before this night, but Tony was right. The further Sam drove, the more potholes he hit, and 5 minutes into the forest, she was leaking all over Bucky’s cock and thighs. The tip of Bucky’s dick would slightly hit that sensitive spot inside her when Sam would occasionally drive over a bigger pothole, and she, embarrassingly, wished Sam would fail to spot more craters. Bucky was so going to be punished for this when they get home. Forget the I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, Barnes. Y/n has already decided upon the I’ll edge you so much you’ll forget your own name, James, kind of night for when they got home.
“I’ll let you finish when we get home, doll,” Bucky whispered in her ear after a while, metal hand caressing her braless nipples through the thin satin dress. “Over and over until you’re begging me to stop.” It was as much of a torture to him as it was to y/n. Every single dip and bump and in the road meant y/n’s body would jump up slightly. The feeling of her velvety walls squeezing him so tight, so good, just in the way he loved, was both heaven and hell, and if the other three passengers were to disappear, he’d lay y/n on the backseat and fuck her until she’s sweaty and begging and the only thought she can conjure up is him. Bucky only, anything she wanted he would give, all of him. Closing his eyes, Bucky relished in the feeling of her warmth and let himself slip further into his fantasies. Perhaps he wouldn’t lay her down on the seat. No, these were expensive leather seats, and y/n was one messy girl. Perhaps he’d get her on all fours, a finger up her ass, for better grip, of course, another grasping her hip as he’d fuck into her at a relentless pace. He’d be fast and rough, just like his doll liked it.
“I don’t care,” Sam responded and locked eyes with Bucky in the rearview mirror. “It gets the job done.”
Chuckling, Bucky leaned closer to y/n’s ear and whispered “It does.” to her, his eyes still on Sam.
“You can walk home if you don’t like it.” Sam broke their eye contact and looked at the road.
“Oh, no, we like it.” Bucky kissed the spot behind y/n’s ear and took in a deep breath when Sam hit another pothole, and y/n accidentally squeezed her walls around his dick harder. “Bumpy, but efficient.”
“It is efficient!” Sam shook his head and went on a rant about Tony’s usual complaining of having to change the tires often. “The tires are fine. He probably only changes them just to brag.”
Y/n stopped listening to their conversation right after Bucky’s words of it’s bumpy, but efficient. Efficient at keeping her on edge for the last 20 minutes. Irritation mixed with anger was a strange feeling.
“Why the annoyed face, doll?” Bucky grabbed her jaw to make y/n look at him. “Something bothering you? ‘Cause I’m having a hell of a good time.” His dick throbbed right after he said the words, and it was enough to shut her up. Y/n didn’t have to say anything for Bucky to know exactly what she needed though. Running his metal hand down her chest and over her stomach, the super-soldier let it slightly brush on her clit. He wrapped his flesh arm around her waist to press her back into his chest closer than it already was. “What’s the magic word?”
“Please?” It came out louder than a whisper, but y/n didn’t care.
“Please what?” That little shit.
“Pease, daddy.” Y/n huffed out, face heating up, and turned her head to the side so she could snuggle it in the crook of his neck.
“Good girl.” Bucky pressed down on her clit, head thrown back, eyes closed. “Very good girl.” And while Bucky Barnes was a master of many things, the one thing he was exceptional at was making y/n come apart with a simple touch. Somedays, he knew her body better than she did herself. Bucky knew things such as the fact he should apply enough pressure, but no so much where it hurt. He knew he needed to rub clockwise circles to make her cum, fast, and counterclockwise to edge her, for why he had no idea himself, but he never questioned it. It was the same thing as him preferring y/n lick the veins on his cock instead of his balls or the base. Enjoyed her giving his tip more attention if she wanted to edge him and enjoyed her bob her head up and down his length while he grabbed her neck to make sure the whole thing was comfortably seated inside her mouth. The latter one was a sure way to make him cum quickly. Grabbing his thigh, y/n could feel the coil in the pit of her stomach tightening. It only took a minute or two for her orgasm to crash, y/n mouth falling open in a silent moan as she let her nails dig into Bucky’s leg. “Good girl.” Bucky whispered again. He didn’t care about chasing his own orgasm in the car because his mind was clouded by different ideas. Bucky couldn’t wait. The image of y/n bent over the kitchen counter was to be made true the second they got home. Noticing she has recovered, Bucky swiftly lifted her up, pulling his pre-cum leaking dick out of y/n, and pulled up his boxers. In true gentleman fashion, he fixed her panties and dress too.
“Have we arrived yet?” Natasha’s sleepy voice echoed in the car.
“Sure did,” Bucky replied and kissed y/n on the cheek when she folded her legs to put them on the seat and snuggled into Bucky.
“Still got about 5 more minutes, actually.” Sam chirped in, and Natasha gave Bucky a pointed look. Raising his shoulders, he pretended to look out from the window behind the redhead.
“You took my blanket.” She pointed to the material covering y/n and Bucky, and he pulled it off of them, throwing it at Natasha.
“You weren’t using it, and y/n was cold.” Tilting her head, Natasha stared the couple up and down before neatly folding the blanket. “Don’t worry.” Bucky patted it. “We didn’t ruin it or something.”
Sighing, Natasha discreetly pointed to Bucky’s pants and gave them both a knowing look. “Of course. Y/n was cold,” she nodded, “and it’s not like you used it to have sex.” and smiled.
“No.” Bucky shook his head, quickly zipping up his pants. “How could we?”
Meeting Natasha’s eyes, y/n chuckled. It was a good attempt at playing it cool even though her cheeks were burning up. With Sam already pulling up into the compound’s garage, Natasha decided against embarrassing the couple further, dropping the subject, and opting to wake up Steve instead.
“Rise and shine, lover boy.” She rubbed his shoulder. “Rise and shine.”
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freak (like me)
·˚ ༘ ┊͙༄ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x female!reader
(pictures displayed are only inspiration, the readers appearance is never discussed/described to allow for inclusivity)
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summary: bucky has never had someone who treated him how he deserved. you needed to show him you’re exactly the person for the job and you wanted open his eyes to new experiences.. and kinks
warnings: (every chapter has individual warnings) smut, minors dni, dom/sub dynamics (dom!bucky and slight sub!bucky) blowjobs, p in v sex, fingering, car sex, nicknames (sugar, doll), age gap (bucky is 38 and reader is 22)
a/n: ok so this was originally a one shot… and i got carried away so here we go!
-ˋˏ * inspired by freak by doja cat * ˎˊ-
episode one: good girl that does bad things for you (20th AUG/21)
episode two: tied him down to my queen bed
episode three: flip the coin
episode four: bring them along with ya
episode five: ride it
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Sunday Kinda’ Love
Summary: You weren't sure when it happened, falling in love with Bucky Barnes.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: insane amounts of fluff, domestic Bucky, Explicit sexual content, Oral (f receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, lazy counter-top sex, 18+
Word Count: 1.3K
Authors Note: shoutout to @sweeterthanthis who Puts up with me sending her screenshots of my fics every 10 minutes 😂 love you bitch. Thank you for helping me babe!
all mistakes are my own.
The rain patting on the windowsill pulled you from your hangover induced coma as the smell of coffee wafted into the bedroom. You reached over, running your fingers across the empty bed in hopes to find your soldier, though he seemed to have already made the most of your day off.
You, on the other hand, were fully content to lay in bed all day and sleep away the reminisce of vodka Carol had challenged you to the night before.
The sound of Bucky humming along to the distant radio brought a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips. The way you knew he was shuffling around the kitchen, trying to keep his hands busy until you woke made you melt.
You weren't sure when it happened.
The nights seemed to lull into days spent in Bucky’s apartment. Lazing away the afternoons when you both returned home from a mission too sleep deprived to find your way back to your own bed. And you supposed there were worse ways to wake up.
You struggled, sliding out of the warm covers and onto the chilly hardwood floors. The ground beneath you creaked slightly as you stumbled across the room, grabbing one of Bucky’s old T-shirts and tossing it over your head.
You patted into the living room, leaning against the kitchen counter until Bucky finally spun around. His super hearing, already picking up on your presence, but the man never seemed to let on he could predict your every move.
Even though you knew he could.
“Mornin’, sunshine.” He hummed, his voice melting over you like a warm bath.
You smiled, unable to contain the way he made your tummy erupt into a fit of flutters. The pet name always fell from his lips so effortlessly. As if the old Brooklyn charm was always just beneath the surface of that stormy gaze.
“Good morning, Sarge.” You quipped, sneaking past him as he groaned under his breath, neck luling back as he eyed you pouring yourself a cup of coffee.
“You know, you could get away with murder by calling me that.” He mumbled, caging you against the counter, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear.
“Who told you my master plan?” You chuckled, setting down the mug and leaning into his touch.
The man was, in every sense of the word, intoxicating. From the way he called your name to the feather like touches that sent electric shivers to explode through your body each and every time he held you. It was unnerving how easily you gave yourself to him. And completely out of character for you…
That was, of course, until you met Bucky Barnes.
Bucky hummed, a careless laugh rumbling against your skin as he spun you around, his lips instantly melting with yours.
You laced your arms around his neck, breathing him in - the faint taste of his mouthwash tingling against your tongue, rendering you weak.
His vibranium arm whirled, clutching you by your waist and lifting you effortlessly onto the counter as he stepped between your legs. His hands lazily rubbing your thighs, lips dancing across the sensitive skin on your throat.
“Bucky,” You managed to breathe out, head lulling back against the cupboards as he began tugging at your panties. “What about breakfast?”
Bucky chuckled, stilling in his movements as you met his gaze. His eyes, crinkled at the corners as he grinned down at you with a softness you couldn't quite put your finger on. With a soft kiss on the nose, he rested his forehead against yours, warm minty breath fanning against your lips.
“Sunshine, you're all I want.”
You smirked, miring his lopsided smile as you lifted yourself off the counter. In one skilful movement, Bucky had your panties sliding down your leg, hanging around your ankle as he pressed his erection against your dampness.
Your eyes rolled back in your head, blissed out as he dropped to his knees, hands on either side of your knees as he licked a long, hot strip up your thigh. His fingers, easing into your slick folds, opening you up as his tongue lapped against your dripping hole.
“Tease.” You accused, hands tangled in his cropped hair as he slipped his index finger deep inside, curling it against your fluttering walls.
“Is that so?” He mumbled, and though you couldn't see his lips, you knew the exact smirk playing on them.
You head snapped back, crashing against the wooden cupboard as his tongue found your clit, swirling around the aching bud as he drank you in. Your whole body was lit aflame - legs lazily wrapped around his broad shoulders while he made quick work of your impending orgasm.
You couldn't help it, the man knew every weak spot you had. The way he memorized every way to pull you apart in his hands had you trembling, begging to shatter.
“Oh god - fuck, Bucky. I’m-”
He hummed, and with the flick of his tongue, you were falling off the edge. Figuratively and literally and he held you up, your orgasm crashing over you like a title-wave as you drowned in it’s ecstasy.
“Fuck-” Bucky gasped, your slick coating his stubble as he licked his lips clean, the action causing you to shudder. “You taste so sweet. Gotta’ have you.”
Before you could answer, Bucky had you wrapped around his waist, spinning you carefully as you tumbled against the kitchen island, body still quivering. You watched from hooded eyes as he freed himself from his boxers, stroking his cock and lining himself up with your dripping cunt.
He sank into you, slowly at first, hooking his cold fingers under your knee and wrapping your leg around him. You could only arch your back, body aching and used as he carefully rocked his hips into you. You bit back a moan, watching Bucky toss his head back, eyes snapping shut while he slowed his pace.
You knew he was holding back, you had seen him come undone before. And yet, something about the way your bodies tangled together felt different. His actions- more deliberate and calculated. His body conveying something words never stood a fighting chance to.
He kept his agonizing pace, his length dragging against your walls, pulling him deeper into you until he had your eyes rolling back in your head. You begged for more, body vibrating as he pulled you against him. His lips, searing as they found yours, carelessly running down your throat and sucking on that sweet spot that had you moaning his name like a prayer.
“That’s it sunshine. Fuck, just like tha-”
Bucky’s fist crashed down beside you, his hips snapping to meet yours as he chased his high. You could feel the familiar coil building in your belly, his cock pulling you closer and closer to the very edge until he let out a gasp, hands finding your waist as he held you still. Spurts of his hot spend coated your walls, never easing up on his thrusts until he had you screaming his name.
You stayed like that, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you both tried to steady your breathing. Your heart felt like it might explode out of your chest as his hands ran circles across your back, grounding you and bringing you back to him.
“I’m falling in love with you, Buck.”
You didn't even know the words had left your lips as Bucky slipped himself out, eyes trained on yours. The silence before he spoke eating away at you until the gnawing almost became too much. Maybe he wasn't ready for that? Had you spoken too soon? Had you read the room-
“I can't believe you beat me to it.” Bucky chuckled, his lips instantly finding yours as he smiled into the kiss. “You’re full of surprises, aren't you, sunshine?”
“I’m full of something, Sarge.”
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hungry eyes | b.b
pairing : dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader, neighbour!bucky
word count : 1k
summary : your dads best friend bucky is your neighbour and your bedroom faces his
warnings : 18+, undefined but significant age gap (reader is of drinking age), masturbation (fem & m implied), exhibitionism(?)
a/n : only a teensy bit of smut in this part, part two will be more smutty hehe
Being home for the summer meant one thing: Friday night dinners with your dad's best friend, Bucky, who also happened to be your very hot next-door neighbour.
Since you moved out for college, your dad converted your old bedroom into his office, meaning you slept in the guest room whenever you came to visit. The only problem with this was that the guest room faced Bucky's bedroom. This made for some pretty awkward encounters over your summer stays.
On more than one occasion, you’d opened your curtains in the morning to Bucky wandering about his room, shirtless with loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Or his lower body wrapped in a towel, hair damp and skin wet. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander across his sculpted body, appreciating his bulging biceps and chiselled abs.
Also more than once, he’d catch your eye, and you had to swiftly avert your eyes and pray he didn’t realise you were staring at his half-naked body, a total invasion of privacy.
Every Friday night, Bucky would join you and your parents for dinner, usually staying late seeing as he only lived next door. Much like many family traditions, you weren't exactly sure when this became a thing.
In preparation for him to come over tonight, your mother told you to put on something a bit nicer than the oversized t-shirt and leggings you were currently wearing. So you went upstairs and changed into a skirt and tank top because even though it was the evening, it was still hot from the sun beaming down all day long.
Bucky arrived at around six pm, letting himself into the house as he often did, announcing his arrival with a “smells good!”. He came into the kitchen, where your mother was cooking, your dad was preparing the cutlery and plates and you were making drinks.
“What can I get for you?” You asked Bucky
“Wouldn’t say no to a glass of wine,” he replied.
The wine was kept in the cellar, so your mother went to grab a bottle of red while your dad went to set the table, leaving you alone with Bucky.
While you stirred the food as per your mother’s request while she fetched the wine, Bucky came up behind you, pressing his body into yours.
"Nice bra,” he said.
Your cheeks heated, “What?”
"You really ought to shut your curtains when you change, doll.”
You hadn’t even noticed him watching while you changed. “Maybe I leave them open on purpose,” you challenged.
"So you can watch me, hm?” he said gruffly into your ear. “You think I don’t catch you staring at me?”
Before you could respond, footsteps coming up from the cellar alerted you both that someone was coming. Bucky stepped away from you, acting as though that interaction had never happened.
You felt flustered for the rest of the evening, aroused even, by the thought of Bucky watching you the way you watched him.
All through dinner, all you could think about was Bucky. what else had he seen you do? You didn’t want to admit it but sometimes you hoped he was watching you when you changed, when you danced around your room in very little clothing.
It didn’t help that he was sat right beside you, playing footsie with you under the table and rubbing his denim-clad thigh against your bare one. His large hand even brushed your upper thigh occasionally, sending shockwaves through your body.
But every time you glanced at him, he was looking at his food, or at one of your parents, seemingly giving them his full attention as though he wasn’t even aware of his behaviour under the table.
After the meal, Bucky would help you all clean up. tonight, you couldn’t help but notice how close he kept getting to you, his arm grazing yours, his hand caressing your arm or lower back as he manoeuvred around you. Every touch set your skin on fire, the ache between your legs growing stronger as the evening went on.
You joined your parents and Bucky in the living room for drinks after dinner now that you were old enough to drink. As evening turned into night and one bottle of wine turned into two (or three), you found your arousal impossible to ignore. Tipsy meant one thing for you: horny.
It didn't help that Bucky was practically undressing you with his eyes, right in front of your parents. They didn't seem to notice.
"I'm off to bed," you announced, standing up as the intensity of Bucky's stare getting the better of you.
"I should head back anyway," Bucky said, following suit. "Let you all enjoy the rest of your night."
You bid everyone good night and hurried up to your room. The curtains were still open. You left them open as you switched your lamp on and flopped onto your bed.
As you laid there, you started to rub little circles around your clit through your underwear. You could feel how wet you were from earlier, how desperate for release you were.
You tugged your underwear down to your ankles and reached into your bedside drawer for your vibrator. You noticed out of the corner of your eye Bucky's bedroom light turn on. You took a peek through your window. His curtains were open. Your heart raced at what you were about to do.
Once the vibrator made contact with your sensitive mound, all your nerves disappeared. No other thoughts filled your mind except pleasure. You were oblivious to the man watching you through the window.
Bucky's eyes roamed up your spread legs, lingering on your fully visible pussy. His trousers tented as he watched your head fall back in pleasure, your fingers working with the vibrator to reach your climax.
His cock strained against the fabric of his clothes as he continued to watch, lust in his hungry eyes. He palmed himself through his trousers, hoping to relieve some tension. As you reached your climax, his cock twitched at the sight of you coming undone.
He wanted to hear your pants and moans. He wished your fingers were his, to feel your arousal dripping on them. He wanted to hear you call out his name as you came. For tonight, his own hand would have to do.
Once you had finally relieved yourself, you got up from your bed. You smirked at Bucky through the window before shutting the curtains.
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baby, but you.
summary. | He hopes you can feel it, because nobody else can heal it but you. Baby, but you.
warnings. | smut, hate fucking (ish), enemies to lover, slight angst, birthdays, degradation, praise, spitting, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, yearning, crushing, riding, couch sex, breeding, possessiveness, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI AND DO NOT REPOST MY STORIES.
word count. | 3.6k
pairings. | Bucky Barnes x Reader.
a/n. | happy birthday @asadmarveltrashbag ilysm!!! thank you so much for being there for me since like day one, for being such a good role model and for just being amazing. thank you so much for listening to me rant and giving me advice, i’m so grateful for you. i hope your birthday is amazing today, i love you so much!! don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know.
He stands afar from you. A cold, calculated stare that you’re almost tempted to challenge with your killer one. There are only about two and a half meters of space separating you two, and even that’s not enough. You’re like a cat and a dog, constantly fighting about God knows what. Sometimes it’s the stupidest of things; other times, it’s the most reasonable. Either he has the television on too loud, or you come home too late. The other neighbours… Well, frankly, they don’t live here anymore.
It’s because they can’t handle his screaming when he has nightmares. You scoffed when you first heard it from your landlord, finding it absolutely insane that nobody is used to the sounds of a nightmare. As if they’re any better. You handle it like a champion, simply just putting on earbuds and your favourite songs at the lowest volume until you fall asleep. You almost feel bad for him when you see him with deep bags under his eyes.
But one short, snarky remark from him has the sympathy in you draining. Almost like the way his hands are the palest colour ever, and his skin doesn’t have the redness it should have. Almost as if the colours on a painting have been scraped off. You shouldn’t be noticing these things, really, but you just can’t help it. He’s almost a shell of the man he once was, at least in his words, but you believe that with some care (not from your hands, ew), he’ll be back to normal.
He shouldn’t notice the way you sigh every time you get home. The way you drag yourself through the carpeted hallway, out from the metal box that Bucky doesn’t trust. He doesn’t charge anything that has to do with heights, so that’s why he’s settled for the second floor. The drop in his stomach brings back so many memories that he can’t bear to remember.
Sometimes, he picks up the rumble of your stomach that he knows you’re embarrassed about, only because when it happens, you become the most fearful sailor to ever cross the shore. You always arrive right before Bucky falls asleep, leaving him at peace. ...No, no, no. It’s not like that. He totally doesn’t wait up until you come home safely before he can actually fall asleep so he can have a sense of calm. No, that’s absurd. Another absurd thing is the ungodly hour that you arrive home.
“Listen, you’re the one who bumped into me, okay? Let’s just leave it at that,” you huff, swinging your keychain between your fingers. Your digits are so soft, only ever coarse when you touch the skin between them. His hands, however, are almost the opposite. They’re rough and dry, but the crevices are a bit damp with sweat from pure nervousness. “No, no, you bumped into me, and we’re going to leave it at that, okay? Okay,” he nods, even though he’s talking to you.
“No, you bumped into me, and that’s that. Goodbye, Mr. Barnes,” you finish, throwing your bag over your shoulder and stomping down the hallways. You don’t look back once, simply just strutting your way to that darned elevator that you loathe. Suddenly, a hand wraps around your arm and turns you around. “I didn’t say you could go; we’re not done until I say we’re done,” he growls, gripping your arm tight enough to have you whimpering.
“No, fuck you. I’m tired of constantly listening to you bitch and moan about things that aren’t even my fault. God, it’s like you’re twenty fucking years old with no maturity, it’s fucking pathetic,” you spit, trying to yank your arm away. But compared to a supersoldier, your strength is equal to a cool spring breeze hitting a concrete building—basically nothing. Bucky’s chest heaves, and for a moment, you’re scared.
But even though he has a temper, he could never hurt you. He’s not the Winter Soldier; you’re sure of it.
His jaw clenches, and you stare at him intensely. Work is long forgotten, just like the fact that today is your birthday. That nervous, jittery feeling that would pool in the pits of your soul isn’t there. You wonder if it’s because you’re all grown up now, or maybe it’s because you’ve been so busy that your birthday seems like any other day in your eyes. Your eyes fall to his lips, almost on instinct. They’re pink and plump, slightly damp from the wetness on his tongue.
He gently pushes you inside his home, and you stumble back in shock. “I have to go to work–” you start, but he cuts you off. “I don’t give a shit. I need to teach you a lesson,” he snaps, pulling off his leather jacket. It has blue hues to it, sometimes grey if shone under the correct lighting. It’s overall black, suiting that dark soul of his that some people claim he has. You keep your mouth shut, clutching onto the strap of your backpack that rests on your right shoulder.
Suddenly, that fiery haze of yours has faded out, and you just watch him dumbfounded. Your jaw is slightly slack, but your eyes aren’t bulging out. Bucky pulls off the unusual leather gloves that always seemed to be a little too big on him. The space between his fingers and the cloth is always too much, and you even contemplated ‘accidentally’ giving him a new, better-fitting pair.
They flop onto the floor with an almost laughable sound, but you know you shouldn’t even dare to crack a smile. “Always going on and on about something. You just need to be shut up for once, don’t you?” Bucky questions, snapping his head towards you. “N- No…” you whisper, looking down to the ground. Suddenly, you prefer looking at wood floors to handsome men such as Bucky.
“Oh… Right, I forgot. You don’t know what’s good for you, that’s why you go to work and come home so late in the night. Bet you don’t have any time to fuck around with those pathetic twenty-year-old douchebags. That’s why you touch that little pussy of yours before you head to work, right?” he questions, and you gulp thickly.
Did he really hear it all?
“Please, I heard the way you finger fuck yourself in the shower all the way here. You really need to learn how to properly lock your door. You’re lucky those old ladies were here when I heard you, or else I would’ve come all the way over there and taught you a real good lesson,” he snaps, and you genuinely feel like doubting every little thing you do. “And you know what’s so funny, doll? I even hear the way you moan my name when you’re about to come,” he whispers, standing so close to you, and you wonder how he even managed to get here.
Your faces are inches away, His warm breath fans against your skin, and Bucky can feel the nervousness seeping through your pores. “Need a refresher? Or are you just going to stay quiet?” he questions, raising his eyebrows. He has a stupid smile on his face, and you’re not sure whether you want to kiss him or slap him. Both seem very appealing, but God, that devil on your shoulder always did have a loud voice.
Your bag joins his gloves on the floor, and you tilt your head upwards to kiss him. Your lips slowly slot against his, the taste of stale coffee immediately fills your mouth as Bucky shoves his tongue past your lips. He cups the side on your face, and your hands remain bent in the air. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you place them on his shoulders, hoping for the best. He tenses up for a bit, and you start to pull away.
He doesn’t let you go too far. His hands keep you near him, and he stares into your eyes. Blue, blown-out orbs give Bucky an even darker look, and you’re practically sailing the same ship. “Don’t… Don’t go,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I won’t, but-” you begin, but he cuts you off with an open-mouthed kiss. It’s so rough, so passionate. Teeth and tongues clash at each other, and you whimper against him as his hands move from your face.
They run down your body before gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. His front presses against yours, and you can feel his defined muscles through that black t-shirt of his. You wrap your arms around his neck, such a simple act and yet he’s swooning like the lovesick fool he is. No, no, no, he’s not lovesick, and he’s not swooning. He’s just wanting, and that is all, just like you are.
You roll your hips for friction, desperate for something. The faint feeling of Bucky’s hard cock sends shivers down your spine, and you just know he’s huge. He could probably split you in two if he really wants to, and maybe it’s what you want as well. God, just the mental image of his cock sliding in and out of you is so pleasurable. Wetness soaks your panties, and you moan into his mouth.
“Say ‘ah,’ slut,” he mumbles before pulling away from the kiss again. You quickly do so and watch as Bucky puckers his bruised, red lips. You’re not sure what to expect; a stupid, silly kiss or something else. Your tongue is stretched out inside your mouth, and you wait for him as your chest rises and falls. Your eyes watch him as he spits into your mouth, a wad of spit dripping onto your tongue and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets.
You quickly swallow it as if it’s some sort of antidote to an incurable disease. “Oh, you’re such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? I bet you’d let me do anything to you, right? Let me fuck you silly, throw you around, treat you like the spoiled brat you are,” Bucky growls with a fierce smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. Sculpted by the Gods themselves, you wonder why the world has been so mean to him.
No, no, no, you don’t. You’re just desperate and needy.
“You really are stupid, and I haven’t even touched that little pussy of yours yet, and you can’t even answer a simple li’l question,” Bucky says out loud, expressing pure shame and disgrace. You shake your head before placing your hands back on his hard, defined chest. There’s a specific spot on his chest where the fabric is too sheer. You can see the way his soft hair has been shaved down to a mere stubble, and you wonder what he’d look like if it was grown out.
“I- I’m a dirty girl, I’d let you do anything to me, James,” you whisper to him, looking up at him with unintentional doe eyes. “I know, baby, I know,” he smirks before pushing you backwards. You expect to collide with the wooden floors harshly and startle the downstairs residents, or maybe even on a carpet that would try to break your fall but would end up failing.
You don’t expect to fall back onto a soft, cushioned couch. It’s more so an armchair that is a greyish-blue colour, one that you’d see and Ikea and want so bad, but you’d quickly change your mind once you see the whopping price it’s set at. Bucky towers over you, and you tilt your head up, still watching has the features of his face twitch a bit. His hands run down to your thighs, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans before his nimble yet strong, thick fingers reach to the button and zipper.
He makes quick work of stripping your clothes off for you, and you try your hardest to do the same for him. But flying, clashing hands that are oh so desperate can’t really do much. So as he pulls your wet panties down your feet, you hurriedly kick them to the floor. Bucky pulls his shirt over his head, and you’re not sure if you’ve lost it or if time truly has slowed down. You’re able to memorize each freckle, each scar, each mole and each muscle of his upper body.
He’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Though everyone has their measly little flaws that can be so bothersome, in your eyes, he has no flaws. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, making you struggle to fight the cheerful smile that forces its way onto your face. “You’re pretty too, James,” you tell him, reaching backwards to unclasp your bra.
Now, there’s nothing special about it, really. It’s plain black, and in some areas, it physically pains you, leaving branded marks behind that feel good when you gently run your hands over them. Nonetheless, you look gorgeous with it on. But when it’s on the floor, treated like nothing, you’re even more beautiful. Your slick has stained your inner thighs with stickiness, and your clit throbs with need.
Bucky parts your legs, watching as strings of wetness pull apart from each other. “Fucking hell, is that all because of me, slut? Say it, tell me who you’re so wet for,” he demands, and your breathing hitches. “S’all for you, James, I’m so wet because of you,” you whisper to him, and he smirks devilishly. You clench around nothing but air, desperate for his cock to be inside you. “I want you so bad, James, please fuck me,” you beg to him desperately, and he chuckles.
Bucky goes to start taking off his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper that sometimes gets caught onto the fabric of his boxers a little too much. The black fabric slips off his skin like an extra layer of skin, and the sight of his hard cock beneath his briefs is so sexy. You let out a shaky breath, and you can just see how fucking huge he is. Impossibly long with a thickness that’ll leave you limping for at least a week or two.
“You know what’s so fucking hilarious, baby? Just moments ago, you were cursing me out, fuming at me and calling me pathetic, but look at you; you’re the pathetic one here. Practically drooling for my cock, so needy as soon as I put my hands on you,” Bucky scoffs, and you know he’s so right. He pulls down his boxers, and you watch as his cock springs out, slapping his lower abdomen and near his pretty Adonis bone.
He roughly pulls you up and sits down on the couch before dragging you onto his lap. You straddle the sides of his thick thighs, and his big cock presses right next to your pussy, between your legs. Beads of precum drip down the shaft of his cock, and some of it even sticks to your skin. “You want my cock, baby? Well, go ahead, you can have it,” he tells you, resting his hands on your hips.
You exhale nervously, knowing that his cock is gonna stretch you out so much, it’ll be borderline painful and pleasurable. You lift your hips up a bit, and Bucky’s hand grasps the base of his cock. He’s sticky and pulsating, a raging red that is almost purple if you squint your eyes enough. He drags it from your swollen little pearl all the way down to your drooling hole. The mild friction is absolutely amazing, making you moan softly.
Bucky shudders as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside of you. He almost wants to tease you so badly, make you beg for it until you’re sobbing and going all ditzy for him. But he’s not all the mean, and he can’t possibly be so cruel to the birthday girl. In one swift motion, Bucky pulls you down onto his cock, burying himself inside of you. You toss your head back and cry out as he stretches you painfully. The wet squelching pounds of your pussy are loud, but your moans are much louder.
He curses and bites down on his bottom lip, falling in love with the way your pussy hugs him tightly and the velvet feeling of your walls. No, no, no, he is not falling in love. He’s just desperate, that’s all. It takes you both a few seconds to adjust, and the painful stretch dulls down to immense pleasure. You struggle to control your breathing, though, because you’ve never taken anyone or anything as big and him. Months of wanting and needing him have finally come down to this, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
He hopes you can feel it because nobody can heal it but you. Every single day he thinks about you, and his heart hurts. His heart hurts when he watches you leave and come home, it hurts when you both fight, and it hurts when he believes you could never love him. His mind still tells him that, and yet here you are, riding his cock on your birthday. He notices the way your bottom lip wobbles a bit, and he pities you.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby, you’re doing so good. Ride my cock, birthday girl, I know you can do it,” Bucky praises with the most innocent smile ever. You nod your head and slowly begin to rock your hips, moving them up and down his cock. Bucky is torn; he doesn’t know whether he should stare at your pretty face or at where you’re both connected. Your slick coats his cock and leaves it glistening, and he watches as it disappears and reappears over and over.
His hand returns back onto your hips, and he gently guides you up and down his cock. Your pained whimpers soon turn to loud, slutty, desperate moans, and Bucky begins to fuck up into your cunt, meeting you at every thrust. “Fuck, yeah, that’s my good girl. Riding my cock so fucking good,” Bucky coos, and you can’t help but giggle. Warmth fills your chest, and pleasure blooms immensely in your core, and it’s the exact same for Bucky.
His balls slap against your ass, and his cock drives in and out of you. You ride him at a quicker pace, moaning loudly, and he nudges against your sweet spot. “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock, baby. Could watch you forever an’ ever,” Bucky purrs, gripping your hips even tighter. Electricity crackles up your spine, almost like a burning wire in a destroyed fuse box. Everything is so sensitive, and the searing pleasure builds up inside the two of you.
Beads of sweat drip down your neck, and it is the same for Bucky. His skin shines just like his cock does, and the veins on the side of it throb with every movement. The wet noises and the sound of skin on skin fills the room almost impressively. The neighbours would’ve already filed noise complaints if they still lived here, but they don’t. So Bucky’ll fuck your brains out until you can’t make a sound.
“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? Can feel the way that nice little cunt is squeezin’ my cock,” he groans, staring up at you with his jaw slightly slacked. Your eyes have glazed over, and you stare at Bucky’s face. You ride him using his dick for all your needs and wants. It’s just like you’ve imagined, even down to the pleasure you’re feeling. “Mhm, gonna come all over your big cock,” you whimper at a specific thrust.
And he’s close too. Though the serum should make him last longer, your pussy just defies those rules. He fucks into you faster and rougher, and your legs have turned to jelly. You collapse onto his chest and let him pound your pussy into oblivion. Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chain of moan and curses, and you look up at him. His metal arm is icy cold, just like his eyes. But his orbs are darker than regular ice. They resemble black ice more than anything.
The elastic band in your stomach twists up tightly until it can’t do anything but snap. And so it does. The dam breaks, and you’re suddenly coming around Bucky’s cock. Your cum coats his cock and drips down his balls as your body seizes up. Your jaw falls open, and your eyes roll back while you moan loudly. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Bucky breathes, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck.
You cry out loudly as Bucky sloppily fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, knock you up with my kids. Fuck, you’d look so hot with a bump, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of your body,” he moans deeply, feeling his balls tighten up. He tosses his head back and curses, hitting his release. Ropes of cum shoot inside your cunt, painting your walls and even leaking out a bit. Somewhere, deep down inside Bucky, he truly hopes it sticks.
He moans loudly as his hips give a few shallow thrusts, prolonging his orgasm. You both sigh, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids that neither of you cares about. “Happy birthday…” Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss on the side of your head. “T- Thank you… How’d you know, though?” you question, even though his cock is still inside you. “Just did… Listen, I’m sorry–” he starts, but you cut him off. “Shh, I don’t care about anything but you, baby,” you tell him, whispering gently.
“Baby, but you.”
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pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader
nona request: dad best friend!bucky with rogers!reader
summary: bucky and steve’s daughter have been dating secretly for over half a month, this is how steve finds out
warnings: language, canon lvl violence, sexual content (oral m! receiving, unprotected sex, implied sub!reader, implied dom!bucky, slight overstimulation)
a/n: this took me like two days to write once i got around to it, i hope it’s what ya hoped for nona! i left the reader’s age open ended, but just know that she is well over 18.
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“Dad, I’ll be fine. I’m driving up there tonight and I’ll see you in a few hours.” You sighed into the phone’s speaker as you listened to your Dad rant to you about the importance of road safety. “Yes, Dad, I’ll wear my seatbelt. No, Dad, I won’t speed.” Lies, lies, everything was a lie. You began to feel soft kisses on the column of your neck. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as the man behind you licked a stripe up your neck. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Yeah, yep, I love you too. Okay, I gotta go, Dad. No, class is starting, Dad. Okay, bye.” You turned to face the being behind you.
“That is just cruel, ya know?” A sly smile slid onto his face just before he blew cold air on the wet stripe covering your neck. Your head dipped backwards, exposing more of your neck to the man.
“Oh, but it’s so fun to watch you squirm, doll.” Bucky placed open mouthed kisses on the base of your jaw, tracking his way up to your mouth. Once he finally reached his destination, he gripped both sides of your face, keeping you in place for his attacks. You whimpered into his mouth as his hands left your face to grip the sides of your thighs instead. Bucky groaned as he guided the movement of your hips to grind against his ever growing erection. The last remaining shred of your will allowed you to pull yourself from his trance, leaving him a simpering mess on the couch.
“That’s what you get for teasing during my phone call.” Bucky’s mouth hung open as you left the room, heading to the kitchen for a snack. You heard his hands plop against the cushions accompanied by an obnoxiously exaggerated groan. “All on you, Barnes!” You giggled as you searched the pantry for something to tide you over before dinner. “Hey! What do you think they’re making at the Tower tonight?” You tossed the question over your shoulder, not turning away from the task at hand. That was, until Bucky came up behind you. His arms wrapping around your waist and spinning you to face him, almost quick enough to give you whiplash.
“I don’t really care, I’ve got a four course meal right in front of me.” His head tilted to the right, caging you against the counter with his whole body. His eyes trailed the length of your body, all the way up to your unimpressed expression on your face.
“You know you’re going to have to contain yourself tonight, right?” Your left hand came up to push on his chest. When he didn’t move, you saddled him with a rather ineffective glare. “I’m serious, Buck. Dad doesn’t know about us, yet.” Bucky backed away, his arms coming up to cover his chest defensively.
“You think he won’t approve?” You gave him a dead panned stare as he continued. “Maybe I’ll just have to remind him how long he’s known me. I’m a trustworthy man.” Your mouth hung open as you listened to Bucky’s mini rant.
“Back in the day, you were a ladies man. No, you were the ladies man, if I remember correctly.” Bucky scoffed from behind you, causing you to face him full on. “I’m not kidding, Buck. I want it to be right when we tell him.”
“Maybe you’re saying that you don’t want to tell him at all. Maybe this is your subconscious telling you that you don’t really want him to know because if he knows then this is all real.” You looked down at the floor, biting the inside of your lip. “You’re kidding, right?” His head dipped, trying to catch your eyes.
“It’s not that I don’t want it to be real.” Bucky backed out of the kitchen, murder strutting off to your room. You huffed, following behind him closely. You stood in the doorway of your room, watching his pack his duffel. “What’re you doing?” You didn’t receive an answer, he just kept on trucking. “Bucky, wait, please. Just listen to me.” You entered the room, standing in front of the bed as he continued folding the clothes he left at your place.
“Look, if you don’t want this, just say that. Don’t let me get attached like you did. You’re the cruel one.” A pang shot through your heart as he repeated your earlier quip.
“Bucky. Listen to me.” You jumped onto the bed, sliding his bag out of his reach behind you.
“Give me my duffel.” You stood your ground, shaking your head no. Before he could process it, you snatched the shirt out of his hand, too. Holding the object away from both your bodies.
“Not until you listen to me.” You dropped the shirt on the open duffel behind you. “Look, it’s not that I don’t want this to be real. Believe me, I want that more than anything in the whole world.” You dropped to your knees, resting your hands on the tops of your thighs in front of Bucky. “I’m scared.”
“Scared of what, Y/N? Talk to me.” You looked at your hands fiddling in your lap.
“I’m scared that once everyone knows,” You paused, locking eyes with Bucky before continuing. “I’m scared that you won’t want me anymore. I’m afraid that all the excitement for you was in the secrecy.” Bucky scoffed, grabbing his wallet from his bedside stand.
“I’m sorry that I gave you that impression, but just to be clear, this was never just a little fling for me.” He started walking away from you, shoving his personal items in his pockets.
“Bucky, wait! Please.” You followed him out of your room and to the living room of your apartment. “Don’t go. Not like this, I don’t want this to be a fight.”
“It’s not a fight. I’ll see you tonight.” He pushed open the door without much else said, leaving you standing there with your jaw dropped. Your hand came up to your mouth, stifling a sudden sob that tried to escape.
Bucky wasn’t much better. He rushed to the Tower, going straight to the training room to have it out with an unsuspecting punching bag. He was about an hour in when someone else inevitably interrupted his therapy.
“Whoa, I pity the person who made you this mad.” Sam’s voice floated into Bucky’s ears, making all the more frustrated. “Want to talk about it to a person or just continue demolishing the sandbag?”
“Sandbag.” Bucky’s reply was gruff and uninviting. He didn’t want to talk about girl problems with anyone. No, not girl problems, it was Y/N problems.
“Uh huh, sure. What’s on your mind, Buck? Talk to me, I’m just here to help.” Bucky landed one final punishing blow to the bag, allowing it to swing back and forth uninhibited.
“Talking is not really what I want to do right now.” Bucky jerked his head toward the mats in the back of the room. Sam dropped his water bottle and towel onto the bench.
“Let’s dance, Barnes.” Both men readied for the sparring session ahead of them. Bucky slipping into a persona he doesn’t use often. Really, he was trying to keep from breaking down. Instead, he wanted to break something else down. Wilson just happened to walk in at the wrong time. Sam nodded his head, giving the go ahead signal to the man opposite him. Sam threw a right hook at Bucky allowing him the opportunity to step behind him, knocking him off balance.
“So, you gonna tell me what’s on your mind now that we’re doing this?” Bucky growled under his breath, growing frustrated with the beating around the bush. Bucky used his left arm to deliver a crushing blow to Sam’s ribcage, throwing him through a loop.
“Are you going to take this seriously?” Sam’s fist met with Bucky’s right cheekbone, his head tossing back making him stumble. This gave Sam the chance to sweep Bucky’s legs out from under him, landing flat on his back. Bucky laid there, catching his breath after having the wind knocked out of him.
“Are you going to take this seriously?” Sam mocked him the second that Bucky hit the ground. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?” Bucky shook his head, covering his face with his metal arm. He extended his other arm to Sam, waiting for him to help him up.
“It’s nothing, man.” Sam gave him an unimpressed look, dropping his grip on Bucky’s arm, letting him fall back down to the floor on his tailbone. “Ow, what the fuck, Wilson?”
“Oh so it’s Wilson now?”
“That’s your damn name, isn’t it?” Sam made an O shape with his mouth.
“Getting snippy now, are we?”
“I don’t get snippy.” Bucky sneered at the man across from him.
“Oh, I think you get snippy. I think you just got snippy. Snippy snippy boy.” Sam was just teasing him at this point, but it was getting on Bucky’s nerves enough to the point that he threw an unexpected punch at the man.
The hit landed on Sam’s jaw, sending him backwards away from Bucky, although that didn’t stop Bucky’s next sequence of attacks. He never ceased his motions against Sam, eventually landing Sam on his back with Bucky going to stomp his skull in. Luckily for Sam, neither one of them had been rather quiet in their efforts, so it attracted the attention of one Mr. Steve Rogers.
“Stop! Hey, Buck! Stop it!” Steve took it upon himself to tackle Bucky over Sam’s body, landing on the floor with an indignant thud. Bucky struggled against Steve’s hold, only to feel Steve increase his grip on the man. “Calm down!” Steve waited until Bucky’s breaths had leveled out before letting go. He rolled away from him, getting to his feet as quickly as he could. Steve wasn’t sure if Bucky was going to lash out again or not. “Now, what’s the problem here?”
“He won’t leave me the fuck alone!” “I just came in here to see if he was okay and then he said we should spar.” “I told him to leave me alone, but he just kept pushing!” “I was concerned!” Both men were yelling over each other, completely overwhelming the third. Steve swung his arms in front of himself, waving off the pair of them.
“Alright, enough! Just don’t let it happen again.” He walked away, not spending another second listening to Sam and Bucky bicker. Bucky fixed a glare on Steve’s broad shoulders. Your father. Such a pleasant man.
“Oh. Okay.” Sam walked away from the blue-eyed man toward his water bottle on the bench. “I get what this is about.” He sat down where his water bottle was previously, taking a gander at the tall man.
“Uh huh, whatever, Wilson. I’m going to shower.” Bucky began walking out of the training room when Sam’s voice stopped him once again.
“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” Bucky stopped in his tracks, shoulders tensing at the mention of your name. “That whole little secretive, but not really secretive because the whole team knows about it, relationship thing, y’all got going?” Bucky turned to Sam.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lie, lie, all lies. Sam scoffed at him, taking a gulp of his water. “Really, I barely know the kid.”
“Oh you know her way more than the rest of us care to know her.” Bucky tried to act as if he wasn’t interested in the conversation, but then Sam kept going. He stood next to Bucky, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he talked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, she is fine.” Bucky’s eye twitched, he didn’t know how long he could handle listening to Sam talk about his girl like this. “I’m not gonna lie, she has gotten into one or two of my dreams, and they weren’t rated for kids, ya know?” Bucky flipped, turning suddenly, wrapping his metal hand around Sam’s throat and pushing him against the wall.
“Don’t you ever look, talk, or think about my girl that way, ever again.” He punctuated his last word with a harsh squeeze to Sam’s throat.
“Ooo, I’m so scared.” Sam pushed Bucky off of him, resuming his pace beside the man. “We all support it, just in case you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t.” Bucky increased his speed, trying to escape Sam’s comments.
“So, why haven’t you told Steve yet?” Sam’s head tilted, waiting for an answer.
“None of your business, Sam.”
“She wanted to wait? That’s cool, but I bet that’s really frustrating for you. I mean, he is your oldest friend and whatnot. God, I bet it’s just nerve wracking for you, the thought of telling your oldest friend that you’re boink buddies with his daughter.” Bucky pulled a face, stopping his forward motion to turn to Sam.
“We aren’t boink buddies, ya dick.” Sam pushed his finger in Bucky’s face.
“Ah, but you are something. Good job at keeping it a secret for so long, although the whole team knew about a month into it.”
“We’ve been dating for almost half a year, you’ve known the whole time?”
“Well, duh. You aren’t good at lying. The only reason why Steve doesn’t know is because he’s absolutely clueless. Also, Y/N can do no wrong and you’re her big protector.” Thoughts swirled in Bucky’s head, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought it would be when you told Steve then. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s probably going to destroy you when he finds out, but the rest of us are supportive.” Bucky’s stomach dropped, he never really thought about whether or not Steve would accept his relationship with you.
“Hey, are you guys coming to dinner or what?” Natasha appeared from around the corner. “Also, Sam’s wrong, in my opinion. Steve won’t care, he knows you wouldn’t do anything to hurt Y/N.” She led the group back to the dining room of the Tower. Bucky’s head was still spinning with all these new worries and thoughts. Maybe you were right to want to wait, but that still didn’t explain why you didn’t want what you had to be real.
“We’re having spaghetti tonight, so I hope you brought your appetite tonight.” The whole floor was bustling with life. Wanda and Vision were setting the table, giggling quietly as they locked eyes with each other. Sam waltzed his way over to Tony’s expensive bar set up where Natasha settled behind, appointing herself the resident mixologist. Steve sat beside Sam at the bar, laughing about something the redhead said. Bucky could hear faint singing coming from the kitchen, a sound he knew all too well. He turned the corner, finding you stirring the sauce on the stove.
“Hey, doll.” He threw a glance over his shoulder, making sure that Steve wasn’t watching before wrapping his arms around you for the second time that day. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your face, whispering in your ear. “I’m sorry about earlier.” Your head turned to face him, showing Bucky that he had your full attention. “I should’ve stayed to hear your explanation, but I was so caught up in my own feelings that I wasn’t open to accepting yours. I’m sorry for that, you deserve better.” Your eyes flicked across his face, looking for any sign that he was fucking with you.
“It’s okay, Bucky. I just wish I could’ve explained. You would’ve understood if I did.” You peered over his shoulder on your tiptoes, making sure your Dad wasn’t watching. “Look, let’s talk about this later. I swear I want to tell him, I just want us both to be fully in agreement when we do, okay?” You leaned forward, pecking his lips quickly. Steve turned away from the bar to see Bucky lugging a full pan of spaghetti sauce, followed by his daughter holding a pot of noodles.
“Ah, always there to help Y/N, I see Buck. Tryin’ to be the favorite or something?”
“Something like that.” You made a face at Bucky before settling down beside him, your father taking the seat across from you.
“I mean, let’s be real though, Bucky’s always been Y/N’s favorite.” Sam quipped from his side of the table. Bucky shot him a glare, that you couldn’t quite make out the reason behind. Steve clutched his chest above his heart, acting as if Sam’s comment physically hurt him. Other than that, the dinner went by smoothly. No quips from anyone, no little digs, that was until…
“So, what was going on in the training room earlier when I walked in?” Steve looked expectantly at Bucky and Sam. Your brows furrowed as you chewed your bite of spaghetti, casually listening to the conversation taking place between the three men.
“Oh, well Buck copped an attitude because we were talking about--”
“Sam! Can I speak to you in the other room? Now, please.” Bucky walked off quickly after interrupting Sam’s sentence, leaving the table in a lurch. You stopped chewing, looking back at your Dad for an explanation.
“I was walking by the training room today and stopped Bucky from smashing Sam’s face in under his boot.” Your eyes widened, shocked that Bucky would take it to that extreme.
“Excuse me, just for one second. I’m going to make sure they don’t… yeah, I’ll be back.” You got up from the table quietly, searching for the pair of men who left before you.
“No, you need to keep your mouth shut. Y/N doesn’t want to tell him yet for her own reasons, and we both need to respect that. Especially you, since you aren’t even in the relationship.” Bucky’s hushed whispers were a dead giveaway as to what they were fighting about earlier.
“Can you two cool it? Dad is going to get suspicious.” You turned to Sam, poking a finger in the middle of his chest. “And you, not. cool.” Two quick jabs helped accentuate your point. You gripped Bucky’s hand leading him back to the table, unceremoniously dropping it before you were within your Dad’s line of sight. After that, you sat down and finished dinner like a civilized group of people. As the night wore on, Steve tried to convince you and Bucky to just stay at the Tower, separately of course.
“I’ll make sure she gets home alright, okay pal?” Bucky offered, as if he wasn’t going to be staying over in your apartment that night anyway.
“Yeah, and he’ll definitely check to make sure that there is no one inside the apartment too. Might even stay for a movie night, I do have that spare bedroom for a reason.” You gave your Dad an honest smile. You hated lying to him like this, but it’s what needed to be done. At least until you and Bucky could have a real conversation about what will happen after he finds out about the two of you.
“Alright, alright. Just give me a hug before you leave.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing the side of your head lovingly. “I love ya, bug.” As he pulled away, Steve pointed at Bucky. “Get her home safe.” The pair shared the age old bro-hug and then the two of you left the building. You waited to search for his hand until a block away from the Tower because knowing your Dad he was watching to make sure you didn’t get mugged just outside of the building.
“Okay, so serious talk time.” You swung your hand that was encapsulated by Bucky’s larger one. “I want to tell him desperately, I do.” Bucky went to say something, but you held up your joined hands to silence him. “Wait, let me get everything out before you speak.” Bucky nodded, checking the traffic before leading you across the street. “Right, so I do want to tell him. My biggest worry is that you aren’t going to want me anymore afterwards. I don’t care if he accepts us or whatever, he’s not in the relationship so he needs to learn. What I’m scared of is that once we come out of hiding for good, you won’t be as attracted to me.”
“Like, you think I only want you because I’m not supposed to have you?” Bucky was appalled. He loves you, every bit of you, he always has. He watched as you dropped your head in a nod. You knew that Bucky loves you, but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that he didn’t really love you the way you love him. “Look, doll. I get it, I do. I worry about the same thing. I worry that one day you’re going to wake up and realize that I am way too old for you and that you’re miles and miles out of my league.” You gave a small laugh at his comment. “But you should never think that I only like you because of the secret.”
“I’m not out of your league.” Your voice was small again, your hand muffling the sound slightly.
“Uh, yeah you are, ya little minx.” Bucky nuzzled his face into your neck as you walked, making you giggle and edge away from him.
“That tickles, you dork.” You pecked his lips lightly, nodding definitively right after. “Okay, we tell him tomorrow. Together.”
“And if he doesn’t approve?” Bucky pressed the button for the elevator in your apartment building. As the pair of you waited for the elevator to reach your floor, you responded.
“Then he can suck it.” You turned the key in the lock, opening the door to the one place that you and Bucky could finally be who you truly were. “Because I love you.” After shoving the door closed, you tackled Bucky onto the couch, landing abruptly against the cushions.
“Ya know, they lose their softness when you do that.” Bucky breathed out against your face as he held your body to his.
“I totally get what you mean, my landing was hard too.” You sat up, pressing your lower half on Bucky’s growing erection. He shifted the both of you, allowing his legs to hit the floor providing some leverage he could use.
“I seem to remember you leaving me wanting the last time we were in this position.” He raised a brow at you, bringing his hand up to swipe away the hair that danced on your shoulder, exposing your neck.
“Well then you better not let me go.” You smirked down at the man as he switched his grip from your hips to the back of your thighs.
“I have a better idea.” He traveled quickly, toting your body as if it was nothing. He plopped the both of you on top of your bed. “See how easy and soft we landed there? This bed is going to last us a lifetime.”
“Well I sure hope the frame doesn’t.” You winked at him, implying what you both wanted. Bucky initiated, meeting your lips with his own. Hands running over your body, pulling at the fabric that separated the two of you. Teeth clashing against each other slightly, making Bucky abandon your lips for other stretches of your skin. You gasped as his hands engulfed your chest, kneading the flesh there. The shirt you were wearing allowed him access to your unblemished skin, skin that wouldn’t stay unblemished if Bucky had any say in it. Small whimpers and whines left your lips as Bucky continued his ministrations. His flesh hand left your boob, heading down to the waistband of your pants. Your own pair gripped his hair, pulling him back up to your mouth, tired of not having something to do.
A weak moan escaped his open mouth, making you smile into the kiss. Once you positioned him like you wanted, you wrapped one leg around his, flipping him underneath you. Bucky knew you were never one to be passive during sex or the foreplay preceding, but this was something else. Seeing you take control of what you want, is doing something to this man that he couldn’t put into words. You ran your hands down his chest, settling further onto the bulge against your core.
Bucky’s hands never left your thighs as he watched your hands track their way up your body, removing your shirt along the way. He marveled as you breathed heavily above him, chest heaving making it all the more appealing to the man. He ran his hands over the newly exposed skin, enjoying the little noises that you made as he did. Your eyes opened and there was a fire behind them that he always enjoyed seeing. You dug your hands into the fabric of his shirt, pulling at it to get it off of him.
“Use your words, doll.” He squeezed your boobs, trying to elicit a coherent response other than just whimpers. “Come on. Tell me what you want.” You leaned forward, shifting your weight against his painfully hard, still clothed cock.
“I want this off.” He was surprised at your boldness, you never were one to say exactly what you want. A small submissive trait that you showed him early on in your relationship, but god damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever. Bucky sat up, his hands never leaving some part of your body. He tugged his shirt off with help from you, the both of you now equals once again.
“What else do you want, Y/N?” He nipped at the skin under your jaw, waiting for your next instruction. Bucky wanted you, and you wanted him, that much was obvious, but really Bucky wanted you to tell him exactly what you wanted from him. “Aw, doll, you started this, now let’s finish it.” Bucky’s voice dropped to a level that he hadn’t used in years. It seemed to do the trick though because your underwear certainly flooded afterwards. You grabbed his hands leading them to the waistband of your pants, straight to the button of the restrictive fabric.
“Off, now.” Bucky never usually took orders in the bedroom, just out in the field, but holy shit, you were turning him on, he thinks you could get him to do just about anything right now. Your own pair of hands went to his shorts, pushing them down to reveal what you’ve been wanting all along. Bucky finally decided that he wanted control back, flipping the two of you again, pinning your hands next to your head. His eyes ran over the expanse of your body splayed out beneath him, dressed in only your intimates.
“I love you so fucking much, doll.” He switched his hands quickly from your wrists to the sides of your face. He delivered a punishing kiss, then several smaller sweeter ones to the rest of your face. Your hands rested on his shoulders, running up to the back of his neck, pulling harshly on the hair there.
“I love you too.” Your eyes ran over his face as you said the words, seeing nothing but the man that you have fallen in love with so many times over. “But if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to do it myself and make you watch.” Bucky’s brows shot to his hairline, a smirk riding on his face, much like he wants you to do.
“I might just have to see that.” He pulled back, tracing his hands down your stomach to the elastic of your underwear. “Another time though.” He ripped through the garment with ease, finally giving him access to what he’s had a hankering for. He ran a metal finger through your fold, collecting the moisture that has accumulated. He brought that same finger up to his lips, sucking the remnants of you into his mouth. You never got tired of watching how his eyes rolled back as he tasted you. He removed that same metal digit from his mouth, placing it right back where it was. This time, thrusting into you slightly, watching your reaction at the temperature difference.
“Oh, you’re getting it today, doll. So, so good.” He never stopped the motion of his fingers, just changed the pace. Fast, slow, fast, slow, an endless amount of teasing because his metal arm never got tired, never cramped, he could do this for hours. He could turn you into a whimpering pile of mush and then decide that he wanted to fuck you. He has before, and god when he finally let you cum that day, mmm, god.
“Bucky, don’t tease. Not today, just fuck me like I know you can.” Bucky stopped with two of his metal fingers deep inside of you.
“Ah, ah. What do you say, pretty girl? You know better than that.” He waited, twisting his wrists so you were reminded of what he could do for you. His fingers were just brushing against that spot that always made you shiver. “You know the word, just say it and I can make this all go away.”
“Please! Please Bucky!” The word came out as a literal scream, morphing into a cry of euphoria as he made you cum. Your whole body went stiff, reacting to the pleasure that Bucky was giving you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, mouth dropping open in your ecstasy.
“There she is, my pretty doll.” Bucky pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you a whining mess at the loss. “Sh sh, you’ll be fine.” Your breathing eventually returned to normal as Bucky was giving attention to your chest. He pulled the cups of your bra down, exposing your nipples to his awaiting mouth. The stimulation Bucky was causing overwhelmed your senses, leaving you to ground yourself by threading your fingers through his hair. Once you regained the use of your lower half, you switched positions with Bucky, much to his surprise.
“My turn.” His cock was still covered by the flimsy material of his boxers. You curled your hands just enough to scrape your nails along his chest. Little red lines were left in the wake of your drag, all the way down to the waistband of his boxers. You danced your hand over the stretchy fabric, hooking your finger underneath it only to let it snap back to his body. Bucky let out a sharp moan at the sensation, giving you an angry glare.
“Now, now, doll. I didn’t tease you.” He watched as you began to remove his last remaining piece of clothing. You looked at him through your lashes, a smug smile on your face as his dick bounced against his stomach, standing at attention.
“All for me, James? You shouldn’t have.” You snickered before licking a bold stripe on the underside of his erect penis. You could hear Bucky swallow thickly above you as you paid extra special attention to his second head. His head tipped backwards, landing forcefully against the soft throw pillows you keep on your bed. Bucky could feel as your hand jerked the lower half of his dick while you hollowed out your cheeks on his sensitive head.
He’d been good, both his hands firmly by his side, gripping the sheets. All until you dipped further down, taking more of him in. Bucky released a loud groan, his flesh hand twisting it’s way into your hair. He quickly formed a makeshift ponytail, guiding your movements along his cock.
“Oh fuck, Y/N!” He pushed against the crown of your head, keeping himself buried deep in your throat. Soon after, he pulled you off, not wanting to cum just yet. “Alright, pretty girl.” He hooked one of your legs over his waist, grabbing his dick. He ran the tip along your soaking slit, bumping against your clit on every pass. “You think you can take me?”
“Yes, James. Please, give it to me.” You covered his hand that was holding his cock, positioning the head at your entrance.
“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky began to drop his weight so he could sink into you, slowly. He watched as your jaw fell, granted he was much bigger than just two of his fingers. Bucky paused when he saw your eyebrows scrunch together, worry lacing his own features. “You okay, pretty girl?” You nodded quickly, hair sticking to your forehead from sweat. “No, no, no. You know better, words, doll.”
“Yes! Bucky, I’m fine. Please keep going.” Even though this wasn’t the first time you and Bucky had partaken in the devil’s tango, it was never easy fitting him all in. Bucky always allowed you time to adjust and stopped when he saw that you were uncomfortable. Once he got verbal confirmation that you were okay though, heaven nor hell could help you then.
At some point, Bucky had bottomed out inside you. His pelvis brushing up against yours with every movement. In Bucky’s head though, this wasn’t deep enough. He decided to try something different, he pulled back slightly, enough to leave just the tip inside of you. Then, he grabbed your ankles, the opposite temperatures overstimulating you once again.
His hands traced their way to your calves, placing them both over his shoulders. As Bucky began to drop his weight for the second time, he was hitting different angles. Places no one had ever hit in you before.Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, Bucky bottomed out again. Your ankles floated next to his ears, a satisfied grin resting on his features. He went to start moving when you gripped his bicep.
“Whoa, just a second.” His eyes quickly scanned your face, seeing nothing but pleasure overtaking your features. “You’re just really fucking deep, oh my god.” You nodded for him to continue after a while of just enjoying him stagnant. Bucky’s hips retracted from yours before dropping back immediately afterwards, no wait time in between. “Oh my god! James!” You screamed in your euphoria, hands roving back to his hair, gripping the strands there.
“You sure you can handle me, doll?” You nodded quickly in response as Bucky continued pounding in and out of you. Bucky decided to let this one time slip by because he was just enjoying himself way too fucking much. “Of course you can. My pretty little doll.” His metal hand made its way to the base of your neck, yanking harshly to expose your neck to him again.
Bucky’s hips never stopped pistoning in and out, in and out, in and out, even though his lips began a new endeavor. Little red marks and bites began to decorate the skin there. He felt your hand tap his bicep, bringing his attention to your face only to see you jerk your head to the side. Bucky flipped the both of you again, the covers underneath the pair of you tangling further.
Bucky watched as you settled into a different position. Your hands resting on his pecs, ass bouncing against his dick. Bucky’s hands were held in the air for a second, unsure of where to land first. Ultimately, he decided, the best place was one of your hips and one on your neck, squeezing ever so slightly, just the way you like.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Ride. Me.” He punctuated his words with two upward thrusts in time with your own. The hand on your neck traveled down your stomach, giving your nipples a sharp pinch as it went. In the end, Bucky switched his hands, allowing his cold metal thumb to rub quick circles on your engorged clit. He could feel you clench around his shaft, making a loud moan escape his lips.
“Oh, James. I’m gonna--” Bucky’s left thumb quickened its pace as his hips began to match your thrusts. Soon after, Bucky got to watch you hit your high. He threw himself forward, landing you on your back again. Bucky wanted your orgasm to last as long as possible. To do so, he traded his thumb for his whole hand rubbing rapidly against your clit while his hips continued to thrust into you. He watched as you began to push his hands away, the whole thing becoming just too much for you to handle.
In his efforts to prolong your orgasm, his own snuck up on him. The buildup hidden in the pleasure he got out of watching you. Licks of ecstasy traipsing their way up his spine. Bucky’s hips began to falter, then just as quick as he realized what was happening, Bucky climaxed.
“Oh my motherfucking god.” His head dropped, just as the rest of his body went limp against your still spasming frame. The both of you felt his hard cock slip from your hole, a string of cum connecting him to you. Bucky’s eyes peered down at your core, a breathy moan emerging at the sight.
“That’s fucking hot.” Bucky laid beside you, just for a minute to catch his breath. At some point, he got up to dampen a rag to clean you up with. You sat up slightly as he cleaned your slick off of the both of you. He flinched slightly as the rough fabric ran over his still sensitive tip. He climbed onto the bed beside you and his right hand pulled you down by your head, straight into his neck where you started sucking hickeys into the flesh there.
“Again? Already? God you’re insatiable.” You knew he was joking, he knew he was joking, anyone could tell he was joking. Bucky was just as horny as you were. He could feel you latched onto the exposed flesh of his neck. He pushed on your forehead, laughing as your skin stretched, pulling your eyebrows up unusually high.
Bucky switched his hand to your jaw, the same thumb he used to finish you off with running over your bottom lip. Bucky’s jaw dropped as he watched you envelope his thumb with your lips. What little feeling he had in his metal hand allowing him to experience your tongue circling the digit. He smirked at you, pulling you into a loving kiss.
“One more time and then we need to go to sleep.” The last thing you thought about before you fell asleep was how it felt to have Bucky’s cock running through your folds.
Next thing you knew, loud knocks were yanking you for your deep sleep. You panicked, bolting out of Bucky’s hold, causing him to also jump up. You glanced at the clock on your nightstand, one of the few things that survived last night. The damn thing read 6:30 AM in big blinking letters.
“Who the fuck is here at six-thirty in the fucking morning?” You groaned as you face planted into Bucky’s stomach. You shoved his side, pushing him off of the bed. “You deal with it, I’m gonna be in a crabby mood the rest of the day if I get up now.”
“This isn’t even my apartment, though.” Bucky grumbled under his breath as he pulled on his discarded pair of shorts from yesterday.
“I heard that, fucker.” Bucky left the room, waving his hand at you dismissively. The knocks at the door never ceased, just steadily increasing in volume.
“Alright! I’m coming! Don’t get your boxers in a bunch.” Bucky yanked the door open after unlocking the deadbolt. “What could possibly be so important that you need to wake me up at 6:30 in the morning?” Bucky hadn’t bothered to look at the person standing on the other side until they began speaking.
“Wow, rough night, Buck?” Steve's voice drifted into Bucky’s ears, making the man’s eyes widen in horror. Steve invited himself into his daughter’s apartment, walking over to the kitchen leaving Bucky to slam the door shut behind him. Steve started a pot of coffee, soon after pouring himself a cup. “I mean really, you’re usually up before I am, so this oughta be good. Wanna tell me about your night?” Bucky’s brows furrowed, was Steve implying what Bucky thought he was implying?
Bucky heard the door to your bedroom open again, meaning that you were coming out. Bucky couldn’t do anything to stop you either. So there you pranced, out into the comfort of your own home, in the comfort of your long term boyfriend’s shirt and nothing else. Steve turned and saw you, going to greet you then stopped in his tracks.
“Oh, hi, Dad. I didn’t know you were coming over today.” You could see the wheels turning in your Dad’s head, he wasn’t stupid. He took in the fact that you were in your underwear, in his best friend’s shirt. He took in the fact that your neck was littered with markings. He took in the fact that your hair was all over the place.
Then he turned to Bucky and he took in the fact that Bucky was only wearing boxers. He took in the fact that Bucky’s neck was also lined with hickies. Steve took in the red nail marks decorating Bucky’s torso like a map. He was mid-gulp of his coffee when he finally put the pieces of the puzzle together. Then, Steve did the best spit take that you had ever witnessed before handing both of you your asses.
“Now hold on a damn minute. So you two… fondue?”
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💕 shaving kink. I can't believe that even something as simple as shaving can cause so much horny 😩 There can be anything here. His girl is just there only watching his shave, she asks him to shave him, Bucky asks her to shave him etc
Summary: based on the request
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: smut, cockwarming, creampie, unprotected sex, further implied smut, mentions of death, fluff
Word Count: 1333
The mirror implied everything that he was about to do as he slathered shaving cream onto the bottom half of his face, over his beard that had grown out a decent amount over the course of his last mission. Bucky wanted his face to look smooth and clean, he usually allowed his stubble to grow a little, but never too much. He knew that you were a fan of his rugged and disorganised appearance, not to mention the delicious burn that would scathe the inside of your thighs whenever he went to town to fulfil his appetite, which was practically the entire endurance of his free time outside of avenging. The pitter patter of your bare feet along the ground alerted him, allowing him to expect you to enter your shared bathroom; he saw your reflection walk until you were behind him, your body blocked from view as he continued to gaze forwards. Your arms interlocked around his waist, as a content smile tugged at his pink lips.
It felt like he could stay like this forever, trapped in the bliss of your tender embrace. A frown paved a shadow across his expression when you released him from your wrist touching clasp, enough it soon lightened as you reeled to the front of his visual perspective, and sat up on the countertop in front of the mirror. “You look good with a completely white beard.” Swiping your finger over the barrier of foam that coated the lower half of his face, you tapped it against his nose, to which he rubbed off on the back of his hand. “You’re so sexy.” Biting your lip, your eyes advanced to his hands, which grasped the blade that he was planning to use to scrape the applied shaving cream and follicles on his face out by their roots. Despite the modern age which supplied razors, it granted Bucky comfort to do things the old fashioned way. Though he still made an effort to learn about the various forms of technology, he still preferred the company and use of old cliches, such as record players and radios. They matched his tastes, which were as fine and timeless as wine. The slip of silver that he danced between the fence of his fingers raised, the blade between his pads as he jutted the handle to tap at the curve of your chin.
“Fancy shaving for me doll face?” The husky tone to his words caused your breath to clog in your throat, though you were certainly not going to decline the trustworthy offer. It made you swell with pride, that the man that had once been brainwashed into being a world renowned assassin, and a target on the government’s most wanted, had an endless abyss of faith in you. With certain hands, you plucked the possible weapon out from his grip, and into your own. It was light, and could do many things, like change Bucky’s face in multiple ways. “Try not to slit my throat, otherwise you’ll be the one left to clean that mess up.” He prematurely warned you, to which you gently kicked his shin, reducing the smug tendency off from his face.
“Shut up Barnes and let me do my job.” Was what you told him as you spread your legs further, so that there was room to accommodate him between them. And as expected, he shuffled closer, to which you responded by grabbing purchase upon his face, as you stroked a line with the sharp edge down his throat. You repeated the action a couple more times, cleaning the blade after each pursuit on the towel that was resting beside you. Bucky’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to cool himself, and not think about how attractive you appeared to him. He allowed you to carry in for a few minutes, until he got tired of just standing there, and began to tug at your shorts, causing you to stop your progress of shaving for him. “Quit trying to distract me Buck, otherwise you’ll have a massive scar from your lip to your jaw.” He simply sighed, rolling his eyes as he without conviction, pulled the material down, coercing you to squeal from subjected shock.
“Loosen up doll, or better yet, let me loosen you up.” He pushed his sweats down, causing his erection to slap up against his pebbled abs, though he frowned as you went to place the blade down. “Oh no, you’re multitasking baby, you’re gonna run that down my face as i stretch you out.” It was a risk, one that had you nervously gulping, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to push him away. Instead he braced his hands upon your knees as he pushed into you, slowly pressing inch by inch into your heat, and leaving you to adjust a time that you would say was too long (no pun intended).
“Move.” Was your order, and Bucky simply tutted you, tapping the back of your hand, hinting that if you wanted him to do anything other than cockwarming, you’d have to finish your project. And thus you rasped the metal against the layer atop of his skin, and raked it down until you could see the smooth exterior of his flesh. It was difficult to diffuse all of your attention onto focusing on not causing Bucky to bleed, when all that your mind ran over was how full you felt from being stuffed by his hard dick. What made it significantly harder was when he began to move, to which your hands lightly shook. You were almost finished anyways, in concerns of removing all the hair from his face and staving off your high. It was a simultaneous struggle, and in the end, you allowed the blade to fall in the empty sink, as you clutched onto his taught shoulders.
And that, you giving up and surrendering to your primal desires made Bucky do the same. He thrust you back against the mirror as he leant and rested his hips against the edge of the bathroom unit. To anyone else that’d have been an uncomfortable position to be in, but the soldier just did, not care about that, nor the remnants of shaving foam that accessorised his complexion. He threw his vibranium hand against the mirror, smashing it behind you as his flesh hand grabbed your hip, rutting you against your abdomen, your clit getting stimulated by the fine hairs below his v line. The pair of you were drawing closer to the equivalent of your highs as your breaths laboured, and you rabidly found each other’s mouths, spearing your tongues alongside one another.
With one particularly harsh thrust you saw stars in your peripheral sight, and Bucky bucked against you, relishing and extending the bliss of his engaged orgasm. “I thought you wanted me to shave your face?” A breathy laugh fled from your lips as he remained inside of you, cocking your brow towards him. “We both knew how this was going to turn out doll.” He responded, grabbing the clean side of the shaving towel just as he was about to pull out from the lack of your cunt. “Though I actually have to finish shaving now.”
“Do you want me to help?” You lifted your hips as he pulled out, his cum leaking from your folds, as you reached down and inserted your fingers into your entrance, pushing his seed back inside of you. Bucky intently watched, licking his lips as he drank down his saliva, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, swirling his wet muscle around in the constrictions of your mouth, attempting to toy with your tonsils. “That sounds like a round two to me…” he suggested, making a part of you felt like you were never going to leave this bathroom, but by no means was that a complaint. You could stay in here until Bucky’s face was completely shaven, and that could be quite the while. Just as well you had plenty of free time.
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abstract ; baby making sex with your husband.
pairing ; tfatws!bucky x f!reader
word count ; 2,521 words
content warnings ; talk of having kids, baby making sex [unprotected], intrusive thoughts [for bucky], pet-name [petal], baby-making sex positions, squirting, blowjob, oral, cum-play, praise kink, mocking & degradation [name called - slut], dumbification, alludes to public sex, soft and sweet moments — 18+ ONLY • MINORS DNI
notes ; starting the dilf!bucky protection squad because he deserves the world <3
Bucky Barnes wanted a baby. He wanted a family, a family that was his. A family with you. It was apparent that he’d been longing for it for as long as you could remember.
For a super-soldier ex Russian spy, he wasn’t that sneaky.
A list of baby names scribbled onto a piece of paper, tucked away in the pages of his favourite book.
The computer search history asking questions of how long does it take to get pregnant? A tab holding the question of best positions to make a baby? And, your favourite one yet, is 106 too old to be a dad?
Bucky had caught the baby fever.
You think it was because Sam had become a new dad and Bucky jumped at the opportunity of babysitting whenever you guys could, offering his help whenever, and even asking Sam questions about fatherhood.
It was sweet, wholesome, endearing, and it made you uncontrollably horny.
Because Bucky? As a fucking DILF? Fuck, yes.
Then he finally let it slip, cuddled up in bed, a comfort movie playing on the TV, but Bucky couldn’t pay attention to anything but the thought of starting a family with you.
“I wanna have a baby,” he blurted, his heart racing as you turned to look at him all while trying to hide the smile that was threatening to break free across your face.
“I wanna make you a mom,” he added, twiddling his thumbs and you could tell you nervous he was.
You reached out for his hand, cold and sleek, as you squeezed the prosthetic.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that, Buck,” you whisper softly, running your finger over where Bucky had his wedding band engraved where his fourth finger meets his knuckles.
He’d worried about how he would find a ring, but he found a better, more permanent solution to that problem and it only made you fall more in love with him as he engraved your initials on his palm.
That way, he could hold you no matter where you were.
“Really?” He sounds surprised as he pulls you onto his lap. You have to giggle, because he really was oblivious for the deadliest assassin to ever step foot on American soil.
“I wanna have your baby, Bucky. I wanna have as many babies as we want.” His eyes gloss over because truthfully, who would want to have a family with a monster like Bucky?
It took years of therapy, and Bucky was doing much better, but that’s the thing about intrusive thoughts; they never leave you alone.
So when Bucky got down on one knee, shaky hands holding the velvet box, he was sure that you would say no to his proposal.
But he had to admit, hearing you say that you want to carry his baby...his dick twitched at the thought.
And you noticed, because you smirked, raising an eyebrow, “should we get started tonight?”
That’s all it took for Bucky to flip you over, have you writhing under him as he whispered about how full he was going to have you. That you would be leaking by the time he was done with you.
Sex with Bucky was always mind-fucking-blowing.
But baby-making sex with Bucky?
Well it made you almost fucking astral project as he stepped up his already perfect game in the hopes of filling you with enough of his seed to make you nice and round.
And so, when you got your period the next month, you had to remind Bucky that it was going to take a little time. Even with his super-sperm, you were still human at the end of the day.
But Bucky just quirked an eyebrow, stepped closer to you and trapping you against the counter as he whispered, “guess that means I’ll be findin’ every and any excuse to pump you full of cum, isn’t that right, Plum?”
Leave it to Bucky to have you squirming at 10:32 AM on a Thursday morning.
It didn’t stop there, no, not when you were wearing Bucky’s favourite sundress to the park.
“You really expect me not to take you when you wear this?” He groans as his already wandering hands are grabbing and squeezing at your ass as you let out a soft giggle.
Okay, yeah. So maybe this was part of your plan.
“Baby my dick is so hard, I can’t go back there,” he whisper-yells pitifully as you’re hiding in the small wooded area.
The fallen tree branches crunch underneath both of your feet as he has you pressed up against a thick wooden tree. It scratches at your exposed skin, but you don’t care now that Bucky’s hiking your dress up and...
“Oh you little,” he can’t even finish his sentence as he meets your bare pussy.
He meets your eyes, they’re hungry as he licks his lips, “my little slut wanted to get fucked in the middle of the fuckin’ woods, huh?”
God, if this is how you and Bucky get pregnant, it would be one hell of a story.
See that’s the thing about Bucky; if he wants it, he’s making damn well sure that he’s getting it.
It had been a few months of trying to get pregnant, being given the all clear by the doctors, so really all you had to do was have stupid amounts of sex.
Bucky fist-bumped the doctor, he cheered and joked that the doctor had literally prescribed you guys sex.
He was just an overgrown fratboy with the skillset of someone who the KGB used to be afraid of.
But truthfully, that’s exactly what you had left to do. And Bucky was very proud of his craft which meant he always left you shaking at the end of the night, kissing you and telling you how proud of you he was.
Tonight was no different.
Dinner had been left on the table, cold and uneaten as Bucky pressed you against the wall and wedged his thigh between your legs only to pull back to gauge you reaction to the words that would come from his mouth next.
“’M hungry for somethin’ a little sweeter tonight, Plum. And ‘m feelin’ greedy.”
His words sent a shiver down your spine, gasping softly when he dug his thick, cool digits into the flesh of your cheeks effectively holding your face in whatever position he chose.
“Tonight,” he smirked. “I wanna watch you squirm, beggin’ for my cock, beggin’ me to fill you up ‘til you can’t take anymore.”
You sucked in a harsh breath, “because I’ll take care of you,” there was a sinister look in his eyes.
“But only if you behave.”
You whimpered, audibly, as your knees buckled slightly and then his lips were on yours in a greedy and needy kiss. There was nothing more you wanted than to feel his tongue against yours, but even that he wouldn’t give you so easily.
“Aww you poor little thing,” he cooes mockingly, “you gotta learn how to control yourself.”
As if his words would make you feel better. They only accelerated your heartbeat and the unevenness of your breathing.
“But Bucky,” you whined, not being able to get a single other word out as he shut you up by tightening his grip on your face.
“Shut up.” He growled, surprising you as your breathing stuttered in your chest, “get on your knees.”
You looked at him, dumbfounded, as if you didn’t speak English and he snapped his fingers in front of your eyes.
“Well? Did your dumb baby brain shut off? Do I have to dumb it down even further for you?” He continued to taunt you, “get on those knees and open your pretty little mouth for me.”
You’re being pushed down, strong hands on your shoulders before you’re met with his impressive bulge.
He’s teasing you, slowly undoing his belt and pulling his zipper down as you unconsciously lip your bottom lip in anticipation.
But Bucky catches it. “Desperate little thing, aren’t ya?”
Baby making sex with Bucky was never just about the sex. He always shifted his focus on you, knowing you better than you knew yourself, and making sure you were having a good time.
Which you really fucking were because your panties were fucking soaked. Drenched. Gone.
A shudder rolls over your body when he finally pulls himself free, giving himself a few strokes before you’re gently being slapped by it.
“Eyes on me, yeah? Focus, you pretty little thing.” He purrs with a wicked smirk, mischief in his eyes.
You feel the weight of his head against your lips, prompting you to open your mouth and slowly wrap your lips around him.
The hiss that leaves Bucky sounds like this is what he’s been needing — craving, even.
“Oh yeah, that’s it baby. Love your mouth so fuckin’ much,” he groans, eyes fluttering closed as you take him further.
You’ve memorized the spots on him that make him whimper and moan, hitting them with your tongue as his dick twitches in your mouth.
“Look’atcha,” he smirks, “mouth full of my cock and you’re squirmin’, huh?”
Shit. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice how unbelievably turned on you were — oh, who were you kidding?
Of course you wanted him to see how fucking wet you are.
Your brain was nothing but mush at this point, the only thoughts being anything and everything revolving around Bucky.
“Up,” Bucky said. “Stand.” His tone was much more demanding the second time around as you stood on shaky, wobbly legs.
Panties soaked, your core absolutely aching, and your makeup a mess as Bucky runs his thumb under your eyes and smirks.
“You look so pretty like this, Petal.” His voice is soft, but he’s going to think about this moment the next time you cry.
He loves it. He loves it when you cry because he gets to tell you how pretty you look — it’s fucked up, messed beyond belief, but you like it.
You enjoy being Bucky’s ruined little mess.
The moment doesn’t last and you don’t get to relish in it before your clothes are literally ripped off, leaving you with hard nipples at the sudden cool air surrounding you.
Then he pushes you against the even colder wall, chest against yours, “now I think it’s only fair we get you nice and ready.”
Bucky sinks to his knees, lips trailing down your body and he doesn’t break eye contact before he nuzzles his face between your thighs and his scruff sends a chill down your spine.
“Such a pretty cunt, God, I love this pretty little pussy,” he groans, placing your legs over his shoulders and he’s eating you out.
Eating you out against the wall, holding you up entirely as he digs his fingers into your hips and ass.
You think you’ll suffocate him with your thighs.
Bucky wants exactly that.
He’s lapping at you, licking, sucking, and drawing tight figure eights in your clit as you soak him with your slick.
When he lets out a moan against your pussy, you gasp as your walls flutter because of how goddamn close you are.
“Oh,” a whine cuts you off. “Oh Buck, so close.”
He already knows. He doesn’t need you to tell him that you’re about to cover him, drench him, he’s been craving it the entire day.
It’s so fucking hot he has to wrap a hand around his dick, slowly stroking himself because he’s painfully hard now — but he refuses to let himself cum until he’s buried deep in you.
Your orgasm rocks you, earthquake to your bones as you grip and tug at his hair before he’s coming up for air.
A cocky smirk and glistening lips, “could have you squirt over me every fuckin’ day.”
“But as much as I’d like to keep devourin’ you,” he’s standing up now, your legs wrapped around his torso as he’s making his way to the bedroom.
“I want to stuff you full even more.”
You’re thrown on the bed, relatively gently before Bucky is hovering over you with his dog tags swinging gently against your chest.
This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, but it doesn’t happen immediately. Instead, Bucky groans as he furrows his eyebrows.
“I read,” he mumbles to himself, grabbing a pillow from beside you, “that this could help.”
He’s patting your bum, “lift your hips up for me, Petal.”
You do as you’re told, intrigued and hey, if it’ll help, you’re willing to try anything.
He places the pillow beneath your hips so they’re lifted — raised up — but comfortably so and you’re just anticipating how deep he’ll be able to get with this angle.
“C’mon, Bucky,” you whine, grabbing for him. “Fuck a baby into me already.”
You swear he growls, pinning your wrists against the mattress as his nose bumps you and smirks, “oh, I’ll be sure to fuck you so full tonight, Petal.”
He lines himself up, sending a wink your way, “don’t you worry.” He says before he pushes in and groans so lowly that you can feel the vibrations running through his chest.
“Baby,” he whines, “baby oh you feel s’good.”
His thrusts are slow, but deep, making sure to relish the way your warm walls grip him as the bed creaks and shakes under the both of you. And thank God for Bucky’s internet search history.
Because this new position is not only comfortable, but Bucky is deeper than ever before.
“Want you to feel how deep I am,” he grunts, grabbing your one hand and placing it over your lower tummy and applying pressure over your hand as you whine.
“Yeah, you feel that?” He smirks, “God, you take me so fuckin’ well.”
The soft praises leave you reeling, clawing into his flesh trying to bring him closer but Bucky is set on watching his cum leak out of you so he can push it back in you.
His thrusts grow sloppier, brow creasing as he nuzzles his head in into your shoulder as you milk him with your own orgasm before he can no longer hold himself back.
“Fuck,” he’s panting. “’M cummin’, Petal.”
It leaves you shuddering, pulling him close as he sinks his teeth into you shoulder before kissing the indents of his teeth softly.
He’s still inside of you, sitting back on his heels as he’s massaging your hips, “not wastin’ a single drop tonight.” He proudly grins as you give him a tired and soft smile.
“Jus’ relax, baby,” he purrs, slowly pulling out of you after some time has passed.
Bucky sucks in a harsh breath at the sight of his cum leaking out of you, fingers collecting it and carefully spreading it over you, “’m gonna be takin’ care of you all night long.”
What you didn’t realize is that tonight was going to be the night.
A few weeks later, a positive pregnancy test, a teary eyed Bucky, and lots of kisses to your tummy as he whispers how much he loves the little Bean growing inside of you.
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“you recently broke up with your partner, who cheated on you. knowing that you're upset and pissed, your enemy shows up at your house. you claim you don't want them there, and as you open the door, insinuating that you want them to leave, your enemy slams it shut and says ''use me.'' you know they mean in bed. and you know it's wrong. and you know you shouldn't. and you know you'll regret it. and you end up sleeping with them the same night.”
─── 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐛.𝐛 ───
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.
pairing: bucky x fem!reader, past steve x fem!reader, mentioned nat x steve, mentioned bucky x nat
warnings: asshole!bucky. smut. unprotected sex. dirty talk. choking. face slaps. cunnilingus, fingering. rough sex, lowkey kind of hate sex? it’s enemies to lovers fuckers so this is a real ride (literally). unexpected voyuerism/exhibitionism due to a surprise appearance — kind of cuckolding? male masterbation
summary: after being cheated on by steve, his best friend shows up at your apartment to make good on his behalf
word count: 2.8k
notes: omg this is such a good prompt from the list, thank you for sending it in love <3 also a special tag for my bby @tumblin-theworldaway
dividers by @firefly-in-darkness
“C’mon sweetheart,” you hear the honeyed, raspy voice of the brunette behind your front door, “I went out of my way just to come check up on ya’.”
Check up on you, your eyes roll, asshole.
“Fuck off, Barnes!”, you shout back at him through the wood, “You, and your best friend can both go to hell!”
The chuckle he emits only serves to irritate you further, “Look, I drove all the way here-”
“You live fives minutes away, you could’ve walked.”
Bucky sighs, why were you so difficult? “Just open the damn door.”
“If I open it, will you finally piss off?”
“Sergeant’s honour, m’lady,” and you hate the way it makes you snort.
Opening the door, you offer him a barely contained grimace as you step aside, “Barnes.”
“Ah, there she is. Don’t you look as terrible as ever.” As he walks over the threshold, and into your apartment you can’t help but flick his ear, “Ow! What is with the violence?”
You leave the door open as you turn to him, “Why the fuck are you here?”
“You can put the claws away, kitten, I’m just here to see how you’re doin’,” he offers you a false grin, “Just couldn’t bear the thought of you all lonely, grieving your relationship.”
Rolling your eyes you ask, “Do you just like, choose to be the worst person to exist? Or did your parents not love you enough as a child?”
“Low blow, sweetheart,” you eye as he walks around your apartment, huffing out small laughs as he notices all the missing frames, “Already redecorating?”
“Is there a reason for this visit, Barnes? Because I’d rather deal with Natasha right now,” your eyes narrow, “And she’s the one who fucked him.”
Bucky turns around, looking at you as he shrugs, “Nat’s a lousy lay anyways.”
“And of course you would know,” seemingly defeated, you close the front door before walking over to the 6’3 man, annoyance showing on your features as you question, “Seriously, why are you here?”
The mischievous smirk he gives sends goosebumps down your spine, “I’m here for reparations, sweetheart.”
“Why? You gonna let me punch you in the face on Steve’s behalf?”
“No,” and you try to pretend that your heart doesn’t jump as you feel his breath fan over your lips, “I’m gonna let you fuck me.”
You snort, “Oh, you are?”
“Seems fair, doesn’t it?” Bucky’s hand cups your jaw, his thumb tracing a line as he says, “He fucks your best friend, so you fuck his. I’d say fair is fair.”
You raise an eyebrow, “And this has nothing to do with the fact that Nat was fucking you on the side?”
“‘Course not,” his eyes harden, “Like I said, ‘a lousy lay’.”
Chuckling you say, “God, you’re an asshole, Barnes.”
“C’mon kitten,” his mouth moves to your ear, hot and wanton as he says, “Use me.”
Maybe if you were stronger you’d have pushed him away, but you’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t appeal to you. Besides, it’s not like this would be the first time you’d sleep with Bucky.
“Don’t you remember, sweetheart?” and you can hear his smile, “Made you cum so many times that night.”
You hold back a smirk, “Hm, don’t think I do. What was it, like three years ago?”
“You can pretend all you want, but I’ve always wondered,” and his lips latch onto your neck, sucking at a spot he knows all too well, “Did you ever think of me, when you fucked him?”
It makes your core burn, but you’d never give him the pleasure of knowing, “Did you ever think of me, when you fucked her?”
He stills, pulling back before saying, “Every single fuckin’ time, sweetheart.”
And that’s when your lips meet in a frenzied, passionate kiss — driven by all the pent up emotions that had now risen to the surface.
“Fuck,” Bucky groans against your lips, hands falling to your hips as he forces your cloth covered cunt against his denim, “You sound so pretty for me, sweetheart.”
Breaking away from his lips, your hands go around his neck as you tell him, “You gonna let me use you, James?”
His cock hardens even more than it already has at the use of his given name falling like sin from your wicked tongue, “Yeah, kitten. ‘M yours, so do your worst.”
The sharp slap across his cheeks takes him by surprise, head moving to the side as a huff of air leaves him before your hand is gripping his chin and pulling him back to focus on you. “Then get on your fucking knees for me, baby.”
There was nothing more arousing than the sight of this beefy, burly man looking up at you. Taking your finger, you trail it down his forehead, his nose, before eventually settling in between his lips — tapping once, and feeling a fire ignite in your core at the way he greedily sucks it in.
You feel his tongue swirl around your digit, his eyes flashing with something dark before you pull it away, “C’mon kitten, thought I told you to use me.” He grins, “Or are you really so fuckin’ pathetic, you can’t even do that?”
The sting on his skin feels good, and he knows that by the time the two of you are done, he’s going to have the prettiest pink imprint of your hand on his face.
Gripping the back of his head, you bring him towards you, “You really just don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you Barnes?”
Bucky doesn’t get the chance to respond before his mouth is pushed against your cunt, and he groans at the wetness that seeps through the fabric. His tongue immediately massages your slit, groaning at the taste of your nectar.
Hands reach under your sundress, getting a hold of your underwear before tugging them down in a haste. And as soon as they’re off, Bucky’s got his tongue buried in your cunt.
“Fuck!” you squeal as your hands fist his short locks, a leg thrown over his shoulder as you try to balance yourself, “James!”
“Pussy taste so sweet, kitten,” he growls against you, and you look down to catch his eyes already on yours, “Go on, grind down on my face, use my tongue to make yourself cum.”
His tongue licks a fat stripe up your folds, the action being repeated as his large hands grip your soft thighs, slapping down when he feels you cry out from the way he takes the bundle of nerves into his mouth, “Shit, Bucky!”
Lapping at your juices, his tongue moves further down before it’s teasing your empty hole, “That’s it sweetheart, ride my tongue, c’mon.”
His thumb comes over to rub at your swollen clit, working in tandem with his tongue, and you feel the coil threatening to snap as you hear the wet sounds of your juices, “‘M gonna cum, oh my fucking god - ‘m so close!”
It spurs him on, deciding to switch tactics, he replaces his tongue in your cunt with two of his fingers — pumping them roughly as his tongue greets your nub again. “That’s it kitten, can feel you clenching down on my fingers, let go for me, use me.”
His name leaves your lips in a loud cry, your nails digging into his scalp and Bucky can’t help but groan in pleasure from the pain it brings. Your orgasm floods his mouth, sweet and salty as he drinks it down.
Bucky gives one last kiss to your core before he pulls away, grinning up at you, and even with shaky limbs, you still manage to roll your eyes at the obvious ego boost.
“Feel better now, sweetheart?” His arrogant tone is enough to make you almost kick him out — but the sound of your phone ringing depletes that idea, recognising who was calling, “‘S that him?”
It gives you a new sense of vigor, leaning down to connect your lips against the brunettes, moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue, “Bedroom,” you instruct him. “Now.”
The walk to your bedroom is hurried, tearing off each other’s clothing before making your way in, and pushing Bucky onto the bed. It doesn’t take you long to straddle him, leaning down so that you can kiss him — all the while your hand wanders down his chest before rubbing over the trail of hairs that lead to his groin.
“Mm,” you moan against his lips as you feel his cock leak against your folds, “You’re so fucking hard, baby.”
“Wanna feel you wrapped ‘round my cock, sweetheart,” his voice is strained with lust, “Need to feel this tight pussy take me.”
You tuck his member between your wet folds, rubbing along his shaft as you lubricate him with your juices, grinning down at the way he sucks in harsh breaths from the feeling. “You like that, baby? Like the way it feels against your cock?”
“You’re a fuckin’ cunt,” he growls as he tries to catch his cock on your hole, only to snarl when you pick yourself up off him.
“C’mon, Bucky baby, why’re you being so mean?” your head tilts to the side, faux innocence oozing from you, “‘M letting you have what I know you’re so desperate for, so why are you acting like such a spoiled dick?”
“If my dick doesn’t get in you-”
You cut him off with a laugh, “You’ll what?” and before he has a chance to respond, you’re taking hold of his cock and lining it up with your entrance.
The two of you let out cries as the feeling of your walls squeeze around him, almost protesting the intrusion, “Fuck,” he wheezes beneath you. “So fuckin’ tight, kitten.”
“‘S big, Bucky,” you gasp at the full feeling his dick provides, “So fucking thick, oh my god!”
“Who’s fuckin’ desperate for it now?” the grip on your waist is harsh, almost painful as he pistons his hip up inside of you.
Your hands fall to his neck, a smirk forming as you tell him, “Y’know, I like you better when you’re quiet.”
The feeling of your hands wrapped tightly around his throat has Bucky twitching inside of you, his balls threatening a release as he watches you with wild eyes.
You give yourself a moment to adjust on his cock, a throb already aching as you force yourself to take it. But he was just so big — his length was thick and lean, just like the rest of him.
The first roll of your hips has you choking on a moan, you can feel him everywhere. Bucky hits a spot inside of you that has you wondering how you ever only let yourself have one night with him.
Slowly, you begin to rise and fall on his member, letting yourself take control of the pace, “Fuck, baby. You’re so deep inside me.”
You ride him faster, chasing the release you’re on the precipice of — head thrown back as your eyes close as the lust overwhelming your sense with a moan of his name leaving your lips, so loud that you miss the sound of the front door opening.
“That’s it, kitten” Bucky’s voice is hoarse as you remove your hands, fingernails digging into his broad chest, “Cream my fuckin’ dick, that’s it.”
You gush around his cock, still rolling your hips as your body tingles with heat from the intensity of your orgasm — you barely have time to readjust as Bucky flips you onto your back, fucking into you with total abandonment.
“Fuuuuuck, sweetheart” the man rasps, “Look how good you take my cock, fuckin’ made for it. Should’ve fucked you sooner.”
“Yes, yes, yes! Shit, Bucky, baby, please!”
He chuckles, “So fuckin’ greedy for it arent ya? Just desperate for some good dick, that right?”
Your eyes are barely open as you clutch onto his biceps, your legs around his waist as you bring him in deeper.
“Feel me in ya’ guts, don’t ya’, kitten?” Bucky grins salaciously as he catches the figure in the corner of his eye, “Milkin’ my fuckin’ cock like you own it.”
“Bucky!” it seems like that’s the only coherent word you can string together while he’s hitting that spot inside of you over, and over again.
He bites down on your neck, a bruising kiss as he licks it over before admiring his work — god, you were so fucking pretty.
“Don’t know how that punk was so stupid,” he groans as he feels you clench down on him, “Lettin’ you go so easy, what a dickhead.”
“Don’t - fuck - don’t wanna talk ‘bout him.”
“No?” he tuts, “But he’s right here, kitten. Lookin’ at you like he still wants ya’.”
It makes you pause, as though ice cold water has been poured over you as your eyes open and meet those of your ex-boyfriend, “What the fuck!”
But he doesn’t answer you, too focused on the way your cunt swallows his best friend’s dick, “Give him a show, sweetheart.” Bucky’s lips are by your ear, “Show him what he’ll never get again, this perfect fuckin’ pussy.”
And if that wasn’t a driving force — you didn’t know what was.
You keep your eyes on Steve, a devious expression threatening to take over at the obvious stain that’s forming on the front of his pants as he watches you be taken apart, “Hey!” Bucky’s hand strikes your cheek before grabbing hold of your jaw harshly, pulling you back to look at him, “Is it my dick in your pussy?”
Nodding, you make sure you agree with him.
“Yeah? Then keep your fuckin’ eyes on me” and you feel your wetness dripping onto the sheets at the rough display of dominance, “Got it?”
You lean up so that you can catch his lips with yours, an apology as you push your tongue into his mouth in a hot, filthy kiss as you promise that you will.
It makes him grin, how compliant you are under his command, “Damn Steve, you really gave up pussy this good?”
The words make heat flood your veins, Bucky’s taunting only making you squeeze him harder.
“Go on, Stevie” the brunette urges, “Take out your dick, this’ll be the last time you see her like this.”
“Look at him sweetheart, look at how pathetic he is,” and you’re surprised when you realise the blonde made no objection to his best friend’s demand. Fisting himself quickly as he keeps his eyes on where you, and Bucky connect. “Stroking his dick as he watches me fuck this little hole.”
You can’t lie and say your mouth doesn’t water at the sight.
“You gonna cum, kitten?” Bucky wonders, but the crease between your eyebrows is indication enough — not to mention the way your nails dig into his flesh, or the way your eyelashes are fluttering.
“Yeah! Yes, Bucky - shit - ‘m so close,” you welcome his tongue into your mouth again, “Gonna cum for you, gonna cum again, oh fuck!”
He can feel his own balls tightening, and he drives his cock in and out of your cunt with rough, deep strokes, “Fuck, c’mon sweetheart. Cum all over my cock, and I’ll fill you up, make you full of me.”
“Yes!” your legs shake as your orgasm pulses through you, your core tightening as the pleasure engulfs your body in flames, “Oh fuck, Bucky! So fuckin’ good, you fuck me so good, shit!”
“Fuck ‘m gonna cum too, kitten” he swears, hand still on your chin as he forces you to keep looking at him, “Gonna cum so deep in this cunt, you’re gonna be leakin’ for days.”
As your orgasm subsides, you move your hands up to Bucky’s hair, willing him to come down so you can whisper into his ear, “I did.”
“When he was fucking me, I thought about you,” and with an unexpected tender kiss to his lips, Bucky’s grunting as he releases inside of you. His warm seed coating your walls as his balls pulse, your pussy truly milking him for all that he’s worth — he almost forgets about the guest.
The two of you look over when you hear the whine, eyes falling onto Steve as he cums all over his hand, and clothes. And just like that, that dark expression you’d come to enjoy crosses Bucky’s features.
You bite your lip as he extracts himself from you, “Hold it in, sweetheart.” And with a wink, Bucky’s getting off the bed and walking over to Steve, tapping his cheek with the palm of his hand before saying, “You wanna make it up to her, Stevie?”
And your thighs squeeze together as your mixed release threatens to spill even more than it already has.
Once the blonde nods, Bucky grins at you both wickedly, “Then go over there, and clean my cum outta her pussy.”
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