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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 year, 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.

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

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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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Pairing: Dad!Tony|Avengers x Teen Reader

Request: “Hi sweetie, can i request a Avengers x teen reader, where the reader Goes to bed but can’t sleep. And like all the Avengers are in the living room and she falls asleep on the couch in their company? Xxx” by anonymous

Warnings: none whoops

A/N: asdfghjshsj what a cute request, thank you darling! This is basically the Avengers being children and fighting over “custody” of the reader lmao | Word count around 2,5 k. Gif by @theavengers.

Masterlist

You don’t know how long you have tossed and turned around in your bed, kicked off the blanket, brought it back, moved to lie on your stomach and whirled yourself onto your back right after. What you do know is that you can’t sleep. For shit.

Today hasn’t been an exciting day. No mission. No going out in the evening to be a friend and helper saving random people or preventing robberies. No training. Nothing. School had you busy and you were caught up in your homework as soon as you came home. You hadn’t really felt like going out and move, so you spent the rest of the night watching a movie with Steve and Sam.

Or Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam, how you call them.

Now you’re wide awake, tense, ready to kick villain ass. No villain in sight though. It’s already after midnight and you have school tomorrow – or today, depends on how you see it – and Tony would never let you go out now. Future-You will thank you if you don’t; falling asleep in class just because you had a long night being a superhero isn’t fun.

You sigh and stare at the ceiling. Future-You will also be just as annoyed with you if you lie here any longer and not catch any sleep. You sit up, jump out of bed, grab a sweater and put it on while walking to the door. Carefully, you open it and try to avoid making any sound. You peak your head out into the brightly lit hallway and check if someone’s there.

You’re alone and everything is quiet. If you ignore the slight buzzing from the ceiling lamps.

This particular silence always awakes a familiar feeling of peace in you, home, safety. Everytime you take a moment and listen to the noises of the Tower, you feel something settle inside of you. Something pleasant and cozy and warm. Home.

You sneak to the right corner on tiptoes and check again – empty. Walking down this hallway, you pass Vision’s room, reach a staircase and climb down to the lower floor. You could just take an elevator and avoid all these steps which you do during daytime but at night there are different rules. At least for you.

You like strolling through the resting Tower when it’s dark outside and most people are asleep, indulging in the calmness and steadiness it seems to offer you. You like walking past these doors, knowing your family is never far and yet there are in dreamland and you are here. It gives you the opportunity to be alone without leaving.

You walk down another hallway with a smile and take the second staircase to the common room level. You can already hear their voices. It melts your heart and turns your smile into a grin. You can hear Bruce’s voice say something and hear Steve’s and Sam’s laughs follow his words.

Without hesitation you walk around the corner and enter the common room. Steve’s eyes find you immediately.

“Hey, look who’s still up at this hour!” He says affectionately and smiles at you before putting his glass down on the couch table in front of him. You smile back and walk over to them. Beside him sit Sam, Bruce, Nat, Bucky (which surprises you, he doesn’t hang out at the Tower during night time too often), Thor, Clint and Tony.

“Is everything okay?” Bruce asks and inspects you carefully. The others have turned their faces to look at you and you can see smiles, raised eyebrows showing surprise, a wink, and a cautious look from Tony. He’s your mentor and your go-to person when you have issues, need to talk or advice or just want to hang out. He’s also always concerned about you.

“Yeah, everything’s fine” You say and stop at the table, “I just … I can’t sleep. I’ve been lying awake for hours now and I can’t fall asleep. Don’t know what to do.”

You supress the small wave of embarrassment that suddenly washes over you when you realize how childish you sound. You always tell them not to treat you like a kid (even though are a kid) and coming down here because you can’t sleep probably doesn’t help that. Especially because Tony constantly looks for a reason to force a more low profile onto you, less missions, less doing superhero stuff because it’s dangerous. You can’t really blame him; he cares, he’s worried.

But this is family, you tell yourself. They know you better than anyone. They won’t make fun of you for this.

“Tony told us you had a calm day today. Not much excitement, hm?” Steve says and gives you an understanding smile.

“Yeah.”

Without hesitation, Tony slides to the side and makes room for you. “Come sit.”

You follow his invitation and let yourself fall onto the couch between him and Bruce. Your mind quietens down as you look around into the faces of your family. It’s like they spread their wings and took you under it, guarding you from everything and everyone, giving you a reason to come home after school. Showing you what togetherness really means.

Right there, right now, on that couch, is the safest place you could ever be in. You feel your heart grow a little warmer.

“I would ask you about your day but I know tomorrow is another day of school again and it’s late enough for a weekday. I suggest you try to get some sleep now, kid” Tony says in his typical Dad Voice and lays an arm on the backrest behind your head.

You nod because you actually feel your eyelids get heavier with every passing second. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bruce grab a pillow and put it on his lap and without missing a beat, you sink to your side and rest your head on the soft, dark blue material, face towards the group. You close your eyes.

“I know that feeling, kid. I can’t sleep either when I didn’t get at least some kind of action-“ Thor starts but gets interrupted by a laughing Sam.

“I don’t think that’s the type of excitement she meant. To get some action can have different meanings here-“

“Action is action, Falcon friend! You’re just trying to troll me but I’m not falling for that again.”

You feel Tony grab your legs and put them across his thighs, causing you to roll to your back and face the ceiling. This is better. Way better, so comfy. You keep your eyes closed and settle in.

“Guys. Would you stop talking about getting some action in front of Y/N?” Steve demands and you can hear Sam breathing in loudly to start again but he gets cut off by something that sounds like a punch against the shoulder or chest.

“Ow. Nat, that was unnecessary. I didn’t want to-“

“Shut up, Wilson. You never know when to close that stupid mouth of yours.” Nat’s scolding tone brings a little smile to your face and you quickly try to hide it, so they won’t know that you’re listening to every single word they say instead of trying to fall asleep.

Do you know that feeling when you’re so incredibly comfortable, when you can barely open your eyes but you feel so warm and cozy inside that you don’t want to fall asleep and just stretch it out a little more? That’s how you feel right now. You could listen to their friendly banter for hours.

“Guys, you’re keeping Y/N awake, she can hear you” Tony throws in. Woops, he saw your smile. Suddenly there is a hand on your forehead and Bruce’s voice above you, sounding deeper than usual.

“Y/N, this is your subconsciousness speaking. Believe me when I say you didn’t hear any of this. You are way too tired to understand a word Sam just said and you’re also falling asleep right n-“

“And you will never joke about me – I mean The Falcon, looking like a pigeon when I use my wings again” Sam throws in, changing his voice to make it sound deeper which earns him a couple of chuckles from the others, “From now on you will think it’s really uncool to make fun of the wings and instead you will be impressed by-“

“Don’t listen to those ramblings, Y/N” Bruce interrupts and brushes a strand of hair out of your face, “That wasn’t me, your subconsciousness, that was-“

“That was God speaking to you” Sam interrupts again and you hear another thud! like a punch.

“Sam.”

“Nat, you really need to stop hitting me. It’s not good for the group dynamic.”

“Group dynamic my ass” Bucky enters the conversation, “You’re the one who filled Y/N’s donuts with mayonnaise and made us all try them. That was not good for the group dynamic.”

“Also, it was mean” Clint says and takes a noiseful gulp from his glass.

He’s right. It was mean. You had spent all evening baking donuts following a recipe you found on the internet and you were so proud when you presented them to the others. Seeing the grimaces on their faces and the obvious effort not to look disgusted so you won’t be hurt was – well, hurtful. Until you found out Sam had manipulated the baked goods, of course.

You hear Sam go Hrmpf.

“Guys. If you really want to talk about stupid shit, at least try to keep your voices down. My kid is trying to sleep. She has a test tomorrow” Tony intervenes and mindlessly brushes his thumb over your shins. Your heart gets even warmer at the “my kid”.

“Your kid, hm? Didn’t know you were related” Thor teases him and you hear a snort from someone else but can’t place it.

“I’m her mentor. I brought her in. Peter is my kid and she’s my kid, too” Tony returns in a tone that doesn’t allow any more teasing but of course nobody in this room is intimidated by that.

“That’s not fair. Why do you get both of them?” Bruce asks stroking your hair and you can’t help but smile.

“Because.”

“That’s not a reason.” Bruce. “I’ve taken her with me into the lab so many times now and we have worked on Nanotechnology together and she’s practically my intern at this point. It’s only logical that I be her mentor and you are Peter’s.”

“What about me-“ Steve tries to cut in but gets interrupted by Tony.

“Bruce, with all due respect, you are a confused scientist with several doubtful PhD’s who uses Walkie-Talkies to communicate. Don’t talk to me about being logical.”

That insult is followed by a short silence.

“The group has talked about the Walkie-Talkies and we have democratically decided that they are a good idea” Bruce mumbles. The scientist sounds pouty. Don’t smile, Y/N, don’t smile.

“They are a good idea” Thor reassures him generously.

“I don’t mind them” Clint says but sounds as if he already lost interest in this conversation.

“They are fucking useless. We have phones, why do we need Walkie-Talkies?” Sam says, likely because he’s seeking revenge for the earlier You are mean-comment.

“Sam. Language. Try to behave, at least in front of the kid” Steve scolds him and you hear Bucky chuckle.

“She’s fucking asleep!”

“Not if you continue to shout like that, stupid.” Another thud, another Ow.

“We have already had countless meetings about the Walkie-Talkies, guys, I don’t have the patience to sit through that again. Let’s be professional about this” Tony says in a very unprofessional tone and you can feel him move under your calves, before his hand comes back to your shins.

“I have to agree with Bruce, though, I don’t think it’s fair that you get to mentor both of them” Bucky asserts and you can hear a smile in his voice, “You already got Peter and how I see it, there’s no way anyone’s gonna be able to take him from you. But I could teach Y/N some things that you couldn’t and I think it’d be a good idea not to be so selfish, Tony.”

Your heart jumps excitedly at his remarks, you’d love to be taught by the Winter Soldier. How absolutely badass would that be? Peter would be so jealous. He’s a little scared of Bucky – okay maybe more than just a little – but you know he’d still be jealous.

“First of all, Y/N, I can see your smile and I want you to know that I’m hurt that you’d be happy about leaving me. Second of all, Bucky, there’s nothing you could teach her that I couldn’t. She doesn’t need to know how to punch a hole in the wall, she needs to know how to use her head” Tony clips back and the smile that you didn’t realize you were wearing gets bigger.

“In Bucky’s defense, she might need-“ Steve starts but gets interrupted again. Poor Cap, no one lets him talk.

“I’d be the perfect mentor for Y/N, I’m the only one who knows more than just Earth. I could teach her about my folks and I speak Groot. It’s an elective at Asgard.”

“Thor. In what delusional parallel universe would it help her to speak Groot?” Nat asks and sounds quite bewildered.

“Did you just call me delusional?”

“Guys” Bruce intervenes, “This wasn’t an entry for a group discussion. I wanted to propose myself as a candidate for being her mentor-“

“Well, Bruce, you’re not the only one” Steve says, finally getting out one whole sentence, “Get in line.”

“No, I’m first. I’m the coolest and I know some people-“

“Sam, I don’t think she would want you to mentor her. You ruined her food so many times” Clint puts in and you hear chuckles.

“So? It was only jokes. She knows that. You are just afraid she could get too powerful under my lead.”

“She would probably lose her superpowers completely under your lead, they would rot away the longer she would have to listen to your big talk.” That was Bucky and you had to admit he has a point. Sam gasps and sounds offended.

“Guys! Nobody is taking over mentorship for her. No discussions, y’all better back off or else you answer to me. You don’t want that, believe me” Tony decides in his I-am-authority Voice and squeezes your leg.

As things go with this group, they don’t give up and proceed to throw insults and unashamed claims at each other and you follow their banter for a while, feeling your heart beat contently in your chest. And while you listen to your family remind you where your home is, you slowly fall asleep. Finally.

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