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#dadsbestfriend!bucky au
Honey Girl.
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Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 5.1k
Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).
Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven.
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Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/
An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.
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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.
"Babe! Babe! Babe!"
"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"
You can guess. In fact, you already have.
Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.
You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.
You wish people would shut up about it.
The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.
You fall into the latter.
You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.
You're not sure you ever want it to happen.
The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.
Not everyone shares the same sentiment.
"Babe, you still there?"
Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"
You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.
"Sure. I'll see you in ten."
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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."
You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.
"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.
The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.
"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"
She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.
"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."
As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.
"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."
"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.
"Like fucking magic."
You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.
"Magic?" you prompt.
"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"
She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.
"So, what's his name? What's he like?"
"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"
"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.
"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."
You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.
"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"
"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."
You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.
"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"
"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."
Jackpot. She's read you like a book.
"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"
"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"
"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"
You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.
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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.
"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."
"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."
Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.
"Hi, Mama."
"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."
She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.
"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."
"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."
She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.
"You've poured four, Mama."
"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."
"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."
"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"
She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.
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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.
Your Dad's best friend.
They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.
He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.
Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.
She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.
It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.
A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.
Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.
Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.
Might as well make the most of the freedom.
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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.
"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.
"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.
"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.
"I brought your favourite, Lori."
"So did I," you echo, laughing.
"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"
"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."
"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.
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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.
The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.
"Lacie got Tethered."
"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.
"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.
"Tell me about it."
"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."
"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."
"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."
"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."
"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."
"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."
"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."
"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.
And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.
"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.
"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."
You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.
"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."
You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.
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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.
"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.
"You got big late night plans?" you tease.
"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."
Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.
"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"
"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."
"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.
You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.
"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.
"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"
They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.
"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.
"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.
"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.
"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.
"Maybe?" he smirks.
"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."
"Like hell you will," he grumbles.
You quirk a brow in confusion.
"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."
You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.
"Why don't we go somewhere?"
"Where?" you ask tentatively.
"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"
You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.
"I fucking love the beach."
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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.
The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.
The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.
A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.
"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."
He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.
"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."
Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.
"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."
"And what is this?"
"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."
You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.
"Me too," he whispers.
You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.
"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."
You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.
"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"
He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.
"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."
"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.
"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.
You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.
"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."
You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.
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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.
"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"
"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."
He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.
"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.
"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."
"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."
You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.
"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."
"You're the best, sugar."
You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.
"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.
"Nope. You?"
"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"
The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?
"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."
"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.
Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.
"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"
You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.
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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.
"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."
He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.
"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."
"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.
"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.
Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.
"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."
You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.
"Woah, easy. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.
He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.
And then, it happens.
Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.
Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.
Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.
After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.
You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.
He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.
You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.
He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.
"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.
A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.
"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."
Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.
You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.
You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.
Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.
You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.
A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.
"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."
"My soulmate," you whisper.
The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.
Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.
"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.
He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.
He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.
"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."
"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.
"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."
You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.
You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.
"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.
He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.
"My honey girl."
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pinkiebieberpie · 9 months
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i'm still not over new seb content and that means new moodboard: for me it's a mix between mob!bucky and dbf!bucky so why not both??? he cares only about sex (at the beginning of your relationship), but when the feelings are involved? bucky would do anything for you!!! "i love you so much, baby, i would give you the world", "i know we have to keep our relationship as a secret, but i really want to go out with you, your dad will never know"; also he loves touching you, you could think he is touch starved 24/7; mob!dbf!bucky loves when you are in control, don't get me wrong, this man would dom you and he will do it so well, but just imagine him being a whining, pathetic mess under you??? yes.
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noctumbra · 1 year
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         𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆
summary ─ your father’s best friend, who happens to be your secret boyfriend, knows exactly how to love on you. 
pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, kissing, teasing, pet names, reader is in her late 20s, bucky is in his late 40s, he’s rich as fuck, kitchen sex, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, light breeding kink, wall sex, light choking/breath play, bucky is also a dilf, like he has an ex wife and kids lol
a/n ─ this fic is totally inspired by the latest sebastian pics where he had mid-length hair and beard. he looked rough and such a daddy, i had to write it lmao. my smut skills are waning?? idk i’m not so sure about the ending. i hope you like it <3 please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333
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The restaurant you were dining in with your parents and their friends was a fancy one. The chandeliers were heavy looking where they were hanging off the ceiling; the light they beamed was a soft, yellow one that didn’t hurt your eyes. General color scheme of the place was muted colors: Beige, black and brown. The people dining here with you were talking quietly to each other, laughing kindly and discussing stuff under their breath, so you could actually hear the soft, classical music playing on the background.
The company you had for tonight’s dinner wasn’t an unpleasant one. In fact, it was your favorite type of company to have, the kind that you didn’t mind spending a lot of time with. So, you were munching on your food happily, a small smile on your face, as you occasionally joined the conversation.
“How is work going, sweetheart?”
Your stomach fluttered at the voice. The smile on your face got a little bigger. You chewed and swallowed your food, gently wiping your mouth after. Looking up, your eyes met with his steel blue ones.
James Barnes.
He was your father’s best friend from his university years. Both of them got in trouble together, but they also helped each other out of trouble. They were inseparable duo. James had established a company with your father’s help, and ever since that moment, they did everything together.
That meant, you saw him around your house awful lot.
Not that you were complaining.
You cleared your throat. “It’s fine,” you replied. “Things were a bit busy for the past couple of weeks, but it settled down now. Apparently, when the shipping company fucks up, it affects even the ones that don’t work with the shipping.” You shrugged, sighing. You could see the sympathetic look on your father’s face because you knew he understood what you meant.
“Yeah, some shipping companies think they rule the world,” James grumbled. “They understand that they’re not that important once you drop them, though.” He winked at you with darkened eyes. You barely surpassed a shiver.
“Y-yes,” you murmured. “I can’t drop them, though, I’m not in charge.” James hummed as he chewed his food. You watched the way his jaw worked under the thickness of his beard. You tried to ignore the gray patches in it.
“I’ve been telling you to come work for me, but you keep refusing it,” James said. He cut his steak with one swipe of his knife and stabbed it with his fork. “Your father agrees although he refuses to push you into stuff.” He sent an annoyed look to your father who swiftly ignored it and focused his attention on you.
“She likes the company she works at the moment,” your father said. “She went there with dreams; I don’t want to take that away from her. You know that well, Barnes,” your father added and sent a stinky eye back to James.
James waved a dismissive hand on the air. “That company has been dying for a while now. I know you know that.” Then, he fixated those steel blue eyes on you. “She knows it, too. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been whining about a damn shipping. Would you, honey?”
You felt your whole body started to heat up. You shakily nodded. “Ever since our boss changed, the stuff I wanted to make it happen in the company also changed, dad,” you said. You took a deep breath. “That jerk has been making some stuff totally hell for us, and he enjoys that we suffer.” James dropped his fork and knife and laid back on his chair in a very relaxed but dominating manner.
“See? It’s dying,” he said to your father and then turned back to you. “Come work for me, then.” You gasped softly. “I know you’re this close to quitting, so resign already and come work for me. Our head manager for international relations is going to retire in a month or so, he handed his papers to me already. I can talk to him and get him to retire a couple weeks earlier than he planned. I’ll give him a slight bonus for it, too.”
You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water at his offer. It was generous: Starting you as a head manager right this second. Although it was partially your father’s company, it still felt a little weird to snatch that rank just like that. It was a way too good offer to pass it up, though. You sighed.
“Come on, love,” James murmured softly. “You gonna take it, I can see it in your eyes, so just say yes already.” You playfully rolled your eyes at his words.
“What, you gonna give me a slight bonus, too, if I say yes now?” You asked him, teasing him without thinking. Momentarily, you froze, but when you saw the mischievous sparks in his eyes you loosened up a bit.
“Is that your way of asking for more money? You got it,” James shrugged. “I know your work. I also know how hard you work. So, giving you a raise and promotion is no big deal.” Your heart threatened to beat in your mouth as your stomach did some flips at his words. “Gotta hear the verbal approvement, though,” James added.
“Fine,” you grumbled. “Yes, I’ll come work with you.” He beamed.
“Excellent. I’ll expect to see you at 9AM on Tuesday. Have the Monday for resigning and getting your stuff in order,” James commanded softly and made a move to go back to his food before his phone stopped him from doing so. Frowning, he pulled his phone out of his inner breast pocket of his suit and grimaced when he saw who was calling him. “Excuse me.” He got up and walked outside to take the call. You watched him leave and wide eyes.
Usually, when he took calls outside, it only meant one thing: It was his ex-wife calling.
Their divorce was a messy one: First, she cheated; then, she tried to steal money from him as if he refused to give her any, and then, she literally tried to kidnap their kids, thinking James would get them. Actually, it would be James who’d get them with this behavior of hers, but James talked to the Jury to give the kids to her. He loved his kids, loved them very much and deeply, but he knew how attached they were to their mother, so he refused to separate them. So, now he was only seeing them on weekends and sometimes during weekdays during dinners.
Even though they were divorced for six years now, his ex-wife never let him go fully. It was annoying.
She latched onto him more after they got divorced. She was clearly having personal problems, but this behavior of hers had become really tiring after a while. You remembered clearly that she tried to convince James to not get that divorce for like four times before James just blocked her out of his life until the divorce settled. It never stopped her from bothering him at unexpected times, though. Like now.
You watched him end the call and stuff his phone in his pocket angrily before making his way inside. He sat back in his chair, clearing his throat and grabbing his utensils, and started cutting his steak with a little more force than he should be applying. You moved your foot until it found his, and you gave him a small nudge. He looked up.
“Is everything okay?” You asked him silently, being extra careful for others to not hear you. He nodded.
“She’s being her usual self, nothin’ new,” he grumbled and popped a piece of food in his mouth to show you that he didn’t want to talk about it. You nodded and retreated your foot back.
“Okay,” you agreed easily. “If you wanna vent, I’m here for you, alright?” You told him. Your eyes and voice were earnest, genuine about your offer, and James could see that. He looked at you for a little while, making your face heat up under his gaze, before nodding.
“Yeah, thank you,” he murmured. Smiling at him, you sipped your water, signaling that the subject was now closed.
The rest of the night went without a hitch. You talked, laughed, exchanged opinions, drank and laughed some more. It was a fun night, and the food was delicious. So was the dessert. It was getting late, and you could see how tired the people around you were. After all, it was Friday, and all of you came to the dinner right after work.
“I gotta hit the hay,” your father grumbled as he stood up. “I’m not that young anymore.” James made a face.
“You are 47, dumbass,” he said, making everyone chuckle. “Don’t try to sound like 80 now.” Your father rolled his eyes at him. You knew he’d stick his tongue out to him, too, if he weren’t surrounded by his friends and strangers. You stifled a giggle. James looked at you, knowing too well that you wanted to laugh but keeping it in, and wiggled his brows. You snorted, and immediately put your hand over your mouth. He chuckled.
“47 is old, idiot,” your father grumbled. “Besides someone woke me up at 5AM today, so I’m sleepy.” Your father looked at James when he mentioned that ‘someone’, and you giggled out loud this time.
“Didn’t you go back to sleep after he woke you up?” You asked your father. His eyes widened.
“You’re my daughter, why are you on his side?” He exclaimed. You murmured an ‘oops’ and shrugged, giving your father your most innocent smile ever. James let out satisfied ‘ha!’. He didn’t push him, though, and let go off the subject.
“Whatever,” James grunted. He lifted a hand and called for a waiter, asking for the check. The waiter brought the check in twenty seconds. You watched James handing him his black AMEX without looking at the boy, ignoring all the protests about not sharing the bill, as he made jabs at your father innocently. The waiter’s eyes widened at the card, but he took it with steady hands. He quickly entered the total, swiped the card and handed it back to James. James put the card back into his wallet and pulled out two-hundred-dollar bill, giving it to the waiter. The waiter looked like he was about to cry. He thanked and wished you all a good night.
All of you got up from your seats, put your coats on and left the restaurant. You wrapped your coat tightly around you as the cold air of the night hit you. Shivering slightly, you looked back, watched your father saying something to James and nodding. James’ eyes found yours, and he frowned.
“Come on,” he said. “I’ll drive you home.” You tried to protest, to say that your father could drive you, but he already opened the door for you. Sighing, you slid inside the car after bidding your goodbyes. James closed the door and said something to your father. He walked towards the driver’s side with large steps and opened his own door. As he slid inside, you shivered.
You really should have switched to pants in the morning, you thought. The pencil skirt weather has passed, apparently.
“We’ll warm you up in a minute, honey, don’t worry,” James murmured gently and started the car, immediately turning on the heater. You hummed as the warm weather hit your bare legs. He smiled at you. “Good, yeah?” You nodded. “Alright. Put your seatbelt on.” You let out a surprised ‘oh’ and grabbed onto the belt, pushing it into its place. James carefully exited his parking spot and turned the wheel to left. With a soft tap on the horn, he slid out of the parked cars, and you were off like a bullet.
“I kinda get why you love your Jaguar,” you said softly as the car literally moved as smoothly as a hot knife cut the butter. James smirked.
“It’s a handsome car, isn’t it?” He asked. You nodded.
“Yeah, handsome and mighty.” You chuckled lightly and looked at him. His eyes were all dark as he briefly met your eyes. Breaking the eye contact, you cleared your throat and shifted on your seat.
Rest of the car trip had gone quiet. James already knew where you lived, so he didn’t need directions as he turned and passed by buildings. The only sound in the car was the soft humming of the heater and the engine. Other than those, everything was so quiet that you fell asleep.
When James parked in front of your building, you had been sleeping only for a couple minutes. He smiled at your sleeping figure. He cut the engine, pulled his and your seatbelts off and gently brushed his warm knuckles against your cheek.
“Honey,” he whispered. “Honey, wake up.” You let out a sound that was a mix of a hum and whine. James snickered softly. “C’mon, we’re here.” You whined a bit more and half-opened your eyes. “Hey there, pretty. Let’s get you home, yeah?” You hummed approvingly. James exited the car, making his way to your side with quick steps, and helped you out. You stumbled a little with your brain half-asleep. James hugged you close to his chest, steadying you and closing the door, locking it with one press of his finger.
James gently led you towards the building and entered the elevator with you. You were leaning against him, less sleepy but tired, as you watched the number change. You turned your head to his chest, almost burying your face into his coat, and inhaled.
God, you thought. He smells amazing.
It was a fresh scent but had leather, a little vanilla and something citrus-y in it. You could also smell the light tobacco scent on his clothes, but it made the whole things better in total. You inhaled again and hummed.
“You smell amazing,” you told him, slurring only a little bit. James chuckled.
“Yeah?” You nodded. Your nose was currently buried into the crook of his neck where you kept filling your lungs with his smell. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognize it,” he, then, added. You frowned.
“Recognize what?” He smiled at you.
“It’s the perfume you bought for me on my birthday,” he told you softly. You looked at him and blinked. Inhaling again, you did recognize the smell a little.
“Oh my God, yes,” you gasped. James’ chest vibrated under your palm and cheek with his chuckle. “Damn, I have good taste in perfume, huh?” You murmured. James grinned.
“Yeah, you do, honey,” James agreed. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. James pulled your forward gently and walked with you to your door. You fumbled with your bag a bit, looking for your keys in the chaos existed in your bag, but soon, your fingers found them. Making a light ‘aha’ sound, you unlocked your door and opened it.
“Welcome to my humble den,” you announced cheekily and invited him inside. James walked in with a big smile on his face and closed the door behind him, locking it just in case. You shed your coat and shoes, dropped your bag by the door and made your way towards your kitchen, which was connected with your living room, to get yourself a glass of water.
“Want some water? Or a drink?” You asked James. He placed his coat on the back of your couch before following you into the kitchen.
“What do you have?” He asked back. You pointed the cupboard you put your alcohol in and took a big sip from your water. You hummed in relief as you drank the rest. You saw James grab the whiskey bottle among with two glasses. “Want one?” You narrowed your eyes, thinking.
“Fuck it, yeah, sure,” you told him. “I don’t have a job to be at tomorrow.” James grinned.
“That’s the spirit,” he said and filled the glasses with amber-colored beverage. He extended your glass to you, and you took it from him, tipping it just a little forward to clink the glass against his. James sent you small smile that caused you to shiver.
Taking a sip, you didn’t break the eye contact. Each passing second made his eyes go darker, hungrier, and you kept shivering, discreetly pressing your thighs together. You knew you were getting wet just from the way he was looking at you, and somehow you weren’t ashamed of it. You finished your drink and put the glass down on the counter. Walking up to him, you entered his personal space. Your chest was touching his, your thighs were brushing against his pants. You were so close that you could feel his warm breath on your skin.
“Finish it,” you whispered. James clenched his jaw once before drinking the rest of his whiskey, putting the glass down like you. As soon as he turned his head back to you again, you placed a hand on his neck and pulled him down.
Your lips collided with a moan of relief. James’ hands were quick to find your waist, arms getting wrapped around it. He lifted you a bit, pulled you to himself even more and kissed you back as passionately as you were kissing him.
You buried a breathy moan into his mouth. James’ tongue poked out, licked your lip and then inside your mouth before you were backed up against the counter. You gasped at the contact of the unforgiving marble at your back. James crouched down a bit to grasp your thighs, and you were lifted up in the air. You didn’t get a chance to squeak before you were placed on the counter, skirt bunched up and legs spread open with James between them, his lips were onto yours.
Mewling, you wrapped your limbs around him: Arms around his neck, legs around his thick waist. He was still wearing his stupid suit jacket, but you decided to not mind it for a little while. James was kissing you too good to stop.
“Baby,” James moaned into your mouth. You hummed. Uncurling one arm around his neck, you slid your finger into his belt loop and pulled his hips flush against yours with one tug. He moaned again but louder when his clothed erection made contact with your equally covered core. “God, baby, you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy here,” he whispered harshly and placed his hands on your hips. You pulled back just a tad.
“Yeah?” You asked him, looking at him under your lashes coyly. “Whatcha gonna do about it, stud?” The beautiful blue in his eyes gave way to black before he growled and ripped your shirt open, sending the buttons flying. Your breasts jiggled at the strength of his move, and James grumbled something to himself before your bra was also ripped. You gasped. “James!”
“I’ll buy you more,” he grunted uncaringly and started toying with your nipple. Your surprised gasp turned into a passionate one. “Hell, I’ll give you my card and let you buy the whole store, baby,” James groaned at your pathetic whine. He pushed you back gently, making you lay down on your cold marble counter, and got his mouth on the nipple he was toying with his fingers.
Your hands immediately found his hair when he closed his hot and wet mouth around your sensitive nipple, sucking and licking and biting down. You were pushing your chest into his mouth; your head was thrown back with the pleasure he was giving you. James sucked your nipple harshly. His fingers were playing with your other nipple, doubling the pleasure. You cried out when he bit down.
“Fuck, James!” You moaned. His response was a soft hum. He pulled back and kissed the other one wetly. He made his way down, licking and kissing and nibbling at every curve, every inch of skin he could reach on your body. As he moved down, he shed your clothes, mostly by ripping them. He was way too impatient to pull them off carefully, so ripping had to do it for now.
“Oh my God,” James gasped when he saw how wet you were. “Baby,” he groaned. Your pussy was dripping. It was calling to him by glinting enticingly under the soft kitchen light, by painting your inner thighs. “Lookit her, oh God,” he whispered. “She’s hungry, yearning for some relief, isn’t she, baby?” You whimpered. You widened the stance of your legs, practically inviting James to have his wicked way with your dripping pussy.
With another deep groan, James grabbed your thighs tightly in his large hands and buried his face between your legs. He immediately slurped all of your juices that got smeared around, cleaning and tasting and feeding himself with your delicious ambrosia. He buried a groan into your thigh and peppered some bites that was going to leave a mark. Humming to himself, he licked you from bottom to top, flicking the tip of his tongue on your clit at the last second.
You screamed and pulled on his hair, making him gasp in pain but caused him to get even more harder in his pants. You moaned, bucked your hips against his mouth and tried to get him to fuck you with his tongue deeper. James growled and pushed your thighs back, revealing your weeping pussy even more, and closed his mouth on your clit. He sucked, flicked his tongue and bit down gently. You were gasping, pulling on his hair with one hand and playing with your nipple with your other.
“’m─” You whimpered. The coil in your groin grew and its warmth spread all over your body. “─comin’, oh fuck, fuck, fu─ James!” Your upper body curled over his head as your clit quivered, and you came on his face. James kissed and licked gently, helping you to come down. He rubbed his rough beard against your soft skin of your inner thighs. He pressed kisses there, rubbed the length of your legs to soothe you. He stood up and rested his forehead against yours.
“You taste divine, sweetheart,” he whispered. One of his hands cradled your face and tilted it up. You were panting still when he kissed the littlest amount of breath you had in you away. Moaning, you wrapped yourself around him. You could taste yourself on his tongue, could feel your juices smearing around your chin from his beard. You whimpered. You moved one hand down, in front of his pants, to feel the bulge there. James’ breath hitched when you grasped it.
“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth. “You’re so hard,” you told him, pouting a bit. Your fingers quickly undid his belt and button, pulled his zipper down and sneaked inside his briefs. James groaned loudly when your hand wrapped itself around his length. James fucked into the fist you made for him for a couple seconds. Then, he fumbled with his suit jacket, fishing his wallet out to get a condom.
“God, when are you getting your IUD? I hate these things,” he grumbled as he lowered his briefs and opened the condom packet. You peppered kisses along his neck, undid his tie and shirt buttons to run your hands along his sculpted chest.
“In a week,” you mumbled your answer into his neck. He shivered. He threw the empty condom packet on the ground and wrapped a hand around your neck to push you back. He lined his cock and sank into your warmth in one smooth thrust. You gasped and moaned loudly as James growled deep in his chest.
“As soon as you get it in,” he said through his clenched teeth, “I’mma fill you up in every room, doll. Then, I’mma sit back and make you walk around naked so that I can see my come running down your legs.” You mewled at the image he put in your head. Your nails were digging hard into his back, almost drawing blood. James didn’t mind it. He actually loved the pain it resonated in his body. It made his pleasure sharper and stronger.
“I’mma fill you up so much,” James panted. “You gonna look pregnant, honey. You gonna look like you’re carrying my kid already.” You gasped and held onto him tighter as James’ thrusts got faster and harder. His arms were around your waist, supporting your weight as he bucked his hips and thrusted in and out of you at a rapid pace.
“James,” you whispered. “God, fuck, harder.” Groaning, James complied. Your breath was coming out as ‘uh, uh, uh’ with James’ each pointed thrust. You were already so close to coming; you were sure James could feel your pussy quivering around his length. “Fuck,” you sighed. “You fill me up so damn good,” you told him. James groaned into your ear. He picked you up and walked away from the counter. You squeaked as you wrapped your limbs around his body tightly. His initial plan was to go to your bedroom, but when he lifted you up, he somehow sank deeper. The way your pussy clenched around him had made him a little dizzy, so he ended up pressing you up against the hallway wall.
“Oh fuck─” he moaned. He plastered his chest on yours and continued to snap his hips hard and fast. You cried out. He was in deep, so deep that you could feel him graze spots that no one had ever touched before. “Babe─”
“James!” You mewled. “James, ‘m close─ oh, shit, I’m so close!” James didn’t say anything. He could feel how close you were. You were practically trying to milk the come out of him. Groaning, he dug his nails on your hips and watched the way your breasts swayed with each thrust. His balls were getting tighter, and he knew he was also way too close to coming, so he placed a hand around your neck and squeezed it just a little to make you go a little stupid on him.
You let out a wet, choking sound, and James saw your eyes go cross before they rolled back. Your whole body shook violently as you came on his cock. Your nails dug into the meat of his back thoroughly, and James knew there was going to be bloody nail marks tomorrow. He grinned and let go.
His balls jerked, cock jerked and thigh muscles clenched. He groaned deep from his chest as he filled the condom. His body plastered yours against the wall fully. His hips were still moving but with short and small thrusts.
Both of you panted as your bodies shook with the aftermath of the mind-blowing sex you just had. Your orgasms were still present in your muscles as you twitched and moaned softly at the tickling sensations.
“God, baby,” James breathed. You hummed. Pulling a hand back from his body, you cradled his face and kissed him sweetly. James sighed into the kiss. He kissed your lips, cheeks, forehead and the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours, still lightly panting. “I love you,” he whispered. Your lips curled up for a smile. You brushed your nose against his and kissed him chastely.
“I love you, too,” you whispered back. His arms tightened around you in response.
You stood there in the hallway; clothes halfway off, James slipped out of you after going soft and both of your eyes closed, forehead touching and just existing in each other’s space.
It was what James would call a peaceful moment: Time spent into the arms of the woman he loved so very much. He never asked for more; what he had was enough for him. The only thing he would want would be keeping you with him forever, but you had time for that.
So, for now, he stood there with you; kissing you back softly as he held onto you tightly.
You were the only one whom he let to touch his soul. Inside and out.
And you were going to be the one and only, there wasn’t no one else and there wasn’t going to be someone else.
Only you.
Only you could touch his soul.
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here is the banner/moodboard that @pinkiebieberpie​ has made for this fic <3 
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giftedyoungster3000 · 9 months
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Stay with me
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Dbf and adrenaline C3 and C4
Summary: after your father had received a number of serious threats he figured it would be best to put you under protection and have a trusted bodyguard at your side. Who better for that job than his close friend Bucky. (Bucky met reader when she was already an adult)
Warning: age gap (reader is early 20s Bucky is about 40 or so, both are consenting adults) dads best friend, creep at bar, mention of future smut/public sex, pet names, slight implications reader is female, no real description of reader
@buckybarnesevents June-iverse
Word count: 1k
A/n: pushing the due date for this last fic but here it is. It’s unedited not proof read or anything but it’s posted.
“Stop being a brat. I’m not happy to be doing this either, I owed your dad a favour” his hot breath danced on your neck as his annoyed voice snarled. His hands landed on your waist bringing you closer. He knew exactly how flustered you got around him. And boy did he use it to his advantage. Always finding a reason to be holding you, especially in front of your father. He could get off just by watching your cheeks heat up bright pink and you trying not to squirm. He knew he shouldn’t have these thoughts about his old pal's daughter. But he reasoned with himself that it was ok seeing as he met you at a bar before he even knew you were his friend's kid. So was it really that wrong?
He surveyed the bar before refocusing his attention on you. He knew the threat wasn’t serious and your father was overly paranoid but Bucky wasn’t taking any chances. He was asked to protect you and he sure as hell wouldn’t let you get hurt under his watch.
You stood in front of Bucky looking up at him desperately wanting all of his attention. You were about to snap. You were almost completely sure that whatever feelings you had toward this absolute beauty of a man were reciprocated. But then doubts would creep in. He was almost double your age and the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Surely he wouldn’t want a kid like you. But ever since your dad started getting threats and he asked Bucky to be a bodyguard of sorts you allow yourself to take these moments alone and fantasize about what it would be like to have his attention on you for other reasons. Be able to have him for yourself, claim him and make sure all the people who were eyeing him knew that he belonged to you.
“I’m bored James.” You wine trying to pull his attention away from the crowd and towards the pout and puppy dog eyes, you wore.
He sighed looking at you and flicking his eyes down to your lips, they looked so full and soft, shining in the light of the club. His patience was getting thin.
“This is what you chose to do tonight.” He pointed out, struggling to pull his eyes away from your face. “So either we stick the night out, or I take you back home so you can hide away in your room again.” He lays the two options out for you calling out your habits in the meantime.
“Fine, at least get me a drink please?” He silently nods and pulls away to get your drink already knows what your favourite is. You follow him with your eyes as he walks over to the bar. Your mind is too distracted by the eye candy walking away from you to notice the man creeping up behind you.
His hand grips your waist unexpectedly and turns you to him. The strong smell of smoke enters your lungs and you feel nauseous.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone? Are you looking for a good time huh? Well, you’re in luck, babe.” The man’s voice dragged through the air and into your ears.
“Excuse me?” You push the man away from you trying to put space between you and this creep when he grabs your arm tight enough to make you wince.
“Don’t talk to me like that you whore. Who do you think you are.” His face was close to yours and his voice laced with venom. You were sure this was your end.
Before you had even finished mentally saying your goodbyes the man was pulled off of you and thrown into the side of the bar counter. Effectively making him no longer a threat.
“No who do you think you are.” An oddly familiar voice asked the man now laying on the floor. Looking over to the two men, Bucky stood over the creep who curled on the floor in pain. Bucky's heavy black boot lay against his chest keeping him down. Bucky reaches forward grabs the man's shirt collar and pulls him up. As Bucky stood a head taller than this man he leaned down just enough to whisper some sort of what you assumed was a threat into the man’s ear. he pushed him into the crowd and the general direction of the door before turning back to face you, his face softening as he looked you over.
“You hurt doll?” His hands inspect you, gently moving over your body assessing to see any damage.
“I’m fine James, just a little shaken up.”
“Good, I leave you for two minutes and you already get yourself in trouble. What would you do without me huh?” His tone was mocking but there was a certain amount of truth behind that statement. What would you do without him, you never wanted to find out.
“I guess you should just never leave my side then” you joked.
“That’s the best idea you’ve had all night doll.” All signs of humour left his voice, he pulled you by the waist over to an empty booth in one of the far corners, sitting himself down and pulling you along with him and onto his lap. “This is what you wanted doll?” That damn smirk he always wears made an appearance on his face again, he knew from the way you were squirming that you were enjoying this. “What’s the matter, princess? You suddenly don’t have much to say.” He used a playful mocking tone, almost like he was speaking to a child.
A surprised gasp left your lips as you felt Bucky pressing against your thighs. There was no doubt that he was big, but feeling him against your most sensitive area made you realize just how big he was.
He could tell by the way you paused for a quick second before shifting again that you could feel how hard he was, so why not use that to his advantage?
Leaning in, Bucky once again lets his hot breath fan your neck as he whispers in a low sultry tone, “You gonna let me take you right here in the back of the club, in front of all these people?”
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patd--phan · 3 years
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Wanna Be Yours
Pairing: Dadsbestfriend! Bucky (mid/late 40s) x reader (in early/mid twenties)
Summary: Y/N surprises bucky on a business trip and he promises to be hers.
Warnings: SMUTTY stuff (18+ only pleasee), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), riding, teasing, significant age gap, reader takes charge, “Doll/sweets/baby/sweetheart”, some cute ass shit at the beginning and end tho
WC: about 3K im sorry I was really H*rny yesterday and I was unable to do anything about it as i was stuck in the car all damn day
Note: So I was really h*rny yesterday and this happened lol I’m sorry. Loosely based on the song wanna be yours-arctic monkeys. Also this will probably be the only smut I ever write bc I don’t wanna become an 18+ blog or make anyone uncomfortable (not that 18+ blogs are bad tho lemme set that straight, most of my fav blogs are)
PS thank you for the love on my first ever fic with Peter Parker x reader, it made me so happy that ppl didn’t think I suck lol ( and i guess i lied saying i would probably never write another one shot lol)
You do NOT have my permission to repost this anywhere, I will come for u if you plagiarize ok bye
It was no secret that Bucky liked to be in charge in the bedroom, and you had absolutely no problem with that. After all, he was older and more experienced; he knew how to make your body sing. But this week you were craving something a little different. Bucky had been away on a business trip all weekend and you really missed him, not just the sex (but I mean…) but just cuddling and talking to him about your day; you were feeling clingy. You decide to text bucky even though you knew he couldn’t answer right away because he was currently in a meeting.
Y/N: I mis youu :( when will you be back tomorrow?
You just wandered around your apartment for the next 20 minutes, casually checking your phone about every 30 seconds just in case bucky was able to sneak in a text. He finally replied after 30 minutes, right as his meeting was ending at 3.
Bucky: Hey doll, I miss you too <3
Bucky: unfortunately one of the investors this morning had to push their meeting to late tomorrow afternoon, so I’m not gonna be home until very late tomorrow night :(
Y/N: dammit :(
Y/N: well good luck at the pitch meeting tomorrow, I love and miss you <3
Bucky: don’t gimme that pout I know your making doll, ill see you tonight on facetime! :)
Y/N: haha u know me so well, and yes you’ll see me tonight ;) (but I still miss u)
Bucky: I know doll I hate it too, see you tonight. Love you <3
Y/n: love you too <3
You didn’t know if you could go until late Monday without seeing bucky. As you laid on the couch smiling sadly about missing your love, an idea popped into your head. He was only two and a half hours away, and he wouldn’t be back at his hotel for another 4 hours at least. Fuck it, you were gonna go drive to his hotel and surprise him. You couldn’t be away so long, you felt super clingy this weekend and you needed to be on top of with him.
You quickly ran around your apartment, packing an overnight bag and you saw the package that arrived earlier on your floor that you completely forgot about because you couldn’t stop thinking of Bucky. You remembered its contents e(a completely evil lingerie set) and threw it in the bag with a smirk on your face.
The drive to Bucky’s hotel felt like forever and you had to remind yourself to stop speeding because you were so excited. When you finally got to his hotel, you had to convince the manager to give you a key to his room, proving that you were the man’s girlfriend with several pictures on your phone which was slightly embarrassing because in almost every picture, at least one of you was half-naked. Worth it. You thought. When you arrived in his room you quickly went into the bathroom to change into a little black dress (with a surprise underneath). Then as you were sitting on his bed waiting for him, you realized it would still be a while before he would get back, so you decided to tidy up his things, packing his clothes and organizing his suitcase. Pleased with your work, you sat back down on the bed and looked at your phone for a while. You finally got pulled out of your Instagram daze when you heard Bucky’s voice in the hallway laughing at something a coworker said. You quickly threw your phone on the dresser, straightened up you dress, and sat at the edge of the bed with a huge smile on your face, giddy to surprise him.
As he turned the doorknob he was still looking behind him talking to the man. When he finally said goodbye and turned his head around, his eyebrows raised up and his jaw dropped, which was quickly replaced with a smile even larger than yours.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, running towards you and throwing his briefcase on the floor.
He picked you up in a tight hug and you squealed, legs immediately wrapping around his waist.
“I told you you’d see me tonight!” you said, still clung to him like a koala.
“W-what?” He replied, still in shock. Letting your legs fall back to the floor.
“I just missed you too much” you shrugged.
If any human could embody “heart eyes” it was Bucky at that moment- he’s such a softie for you. He pulled your face towards him and gave you one of the most loving kisses you’ve ever had in your life. You were expecting it to be passionate and rough, but it was soft, delicate and loving, and your heart melted into a puddle. After your lips parted, you gazed into each other’s eyes before being pulled up in another tight hug. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him again.
“I guess you missed me too huh?” you laughed.
“Oh doll, you have no idea.”
You wrapped your hands in his hair, massaging his neck and he moaned loudly.
“Mm, that feels nice.” He hummed.
“You tired baby?” you asked, he seemed like he needed some TLC (and you were ready to give it to him).
“I am so exhausted.” He replied, making you frown behind his back.
You slowly slid down his body, back onto your feet again, and kept massaging his head. He looked at you lovingly before looking around his hotel room, his eyebrows pulled in confusion.
“Did you clean up in here?”
“Yep, while I was waiting for ya,” you replied, smiling.
His whole face softened.
“Oh, I really don’t deserve you doll.” Making you smile and shake your head.
“Oh yes you do.” You replied making him smile and his heart flutter in his chest.
He pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more fire and longing in it than the last one. His large hands grabbed you ass to pull you closer to him and you moaned into the kiss. You pressed your body against him even tighter and ran your hands through his hair making him moan. You could feel his pants tent start to grow against you and you smirked and moved you lips down to the side of his neck making him groan.
You pull back and look at him, hard and eyes half lidded, it turns you on so much you feel your panties dampening.
“Hey Buck?” you whisper, lips mere inches apart.
“Hmm?” he hums in response.
“I have another surprise for you.” You whisper into his ear before pulling back to look at his face.
“What’s that, doll?” he whispers.
You smirk and step away from him, noticing the confusion on his face before you pull your dress over your head and throw it onto the floor.
Bucky’s jaw drops, making you bite your lip and smirk even more. This was gonna be fun.
“Oh, fuck me,” He groans.
“Oh, I fully intend on it, Buck” you smirk.
He just groans and starts walking towards you.
“Buck?”
“Yeah sweets?”
“Wanna be mine tonight?”
“Fuck, I’ll be yours forever doll.” He says, making you whimper. You pull him against you by his tie, pressing your bodies together.
Your lips crash and tongues swirl together fighting for dominance. Hands moving up and down each other’s bodies like animals. Bucky squeezing your ass so tight you know there’s gonna be marks.
You both pull back enough so you can shimmy off Bucky’s tie and throw it over his head before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off him. You then sink to your knees and undo his belt quickly before slowly unzipping his pants, kissing the outside of his member though his pants making him exhale a breath sharply.
“Fuck” he breathes out.
You don’t want to tease him too much (yet) so after another kiss, you shove his pants off and lay down on the bed, his body caging you under him.
The passionate makeout session resumes with Bucky still hard in his boxers pressing against your clothed core. You suddenly remember what you wanted and pull back from the kiss.
“Wait, no” you whisper.
Bucky pulls back, confused and nervous he did something to hurt you.
“What’s wrong?” he whispers.
You take advantage of his confusion and roll him over so you were straddling him with a smirk on your face.
Bucky moans at your actions, core pressing tight against him.
“You said you’d be mine.” You breathe over his lips. Moaning as being in charge is giving you a whole rush of feelings and confidence.
You kiss him, and he lets you dominate the kiss this time, biting his lips and grinding on him. He bucks his hips onto your and you pull back.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel so good.”
Bucky moans at your words as you start to kiss all the way down his body, leaving little hickies down his chest. When you get towards his boxers he thinks your gonna kiss his member or pull down his boxers, but instead you go back up his chest, licking a stripe from his belly button all the way to one of his nipples, up his neck, to his lips.
Bucky moans, loud. You give him one more kiss before deciding to stop teasing him (kinda). You quickly kiss down his chest again and then plant a few kisses on his aching cock through his boxers. He bucks his hips and is whimpering under you. Fuck, that turns you on. Your big strong boyfriend who could probably crush you with one arm, whimpering and practically begging under you. Your panties are fucking soaked and you don’t think you can deny your own pleasure too much longer. You pull down his boxers and his cock is throbbing and dripping precum.
“Shit” you moan at the sight.
You lick the precum off him and he gives a high pitched moan that goes straight to your core.
“Baby please, I- I can’t.”
“Don��t worry baby I got you.” You reply as you take his full member into your mouth, sucking lightly.
Bucky moans and bucks his hips into your mouth. You push them back down and suck a few more times before getting off of him. He looks worried for a second before you slide your panties off and straddle his cock.
“Still wanna be mine?”
“Always” he replies.
You sink down onto him, jaw dropping and eyes closing at the feeling. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to him no matter how many times he’s been inside you. You both moan as his whole cock is finally buried inside you.
“Fuck Bucky, you feel so fucking good in me.” You moan, starting to rock your hips.
“God, I’m so fucking wet for you.”
Bucky continues to give low moans as you start to ride him.
“Fuck baby, I love you like this.” He says, making you start to ride him harder, moaning at his words.
His hands come grab your hips to help you ride him faster, harder.
“Baby- shit I’m close already.” He pleads.
“All for me? Shit baby aren’t I the lucky one?” You moan.
Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten and he starts to fuck up into you. He was about to blow.
You moan loudly at the feeling. “Cum in me baby please I need it.”
After a particularly hard thrust into your wet pussy you feel him spilling inside you. He lets out one of those vulgar high pitched moans and grunts that make your brain short circuit and your eyes roll back while your pussy clenches around him. You feel yourself getting close, but you want to give him another orgasm, so you sink down on him fully and slowly ride him, hearing him whimpering and moaning. You feel him get hard in you again (thank you supersoldier serum) and you rock back and forth on him. You reach down to rub your clit, but Bucky sees it and swats your hand away, replacing it with his metal one.
“Oh fuck” you moan at the cool sensation.
You start to bounce up and down on him again, the knot in your abdomen building and heating up. You feel yourself close to being undone as you ride him and his other hand runs up your body and squeezes your nipple through your thin lace bra. You moan and feel yourself clench around him, making him moan.
“Fuck- I’m gonna c-“ you get interrupted by the white hot explosion of your orgasm. Your eyes roll back, jaw hangs open and toes curl as you feel that release knock throughout your whole body, making you shake. You let out those high pitched moans and whines that only Bucky makes you feel.
Feeling you clench around him and watching your completely fucked out face, you feel Bucky’s thick cock twitch inside of you, and you moan as you feel him release in you again. Fuck that makes you feel good. So good you can’t think or move and you start to collapse on top of Bucky, but he slightly catches you and lays you down on his chest, both breathing heavy, with his cock still inside you, cum dripping all down your legs and onto Bucky.
You can’t speak, can’t think, the pleasure totally ruining you. After what feels like forever, you feel your breathing start to return to normal, as does Bucky’s, and you feel his hand rubbing up and down your back, grounding you back to earth from wherever on cloud nine you were.
You hum as you feel yourself finally calm down.
“Holy fuck, doll” you feel him lowly whine in your ear. You can only moan lowly in response.
“Baby that was fucking amazing.”
“Mmhmm.” You hum.
“…but I think I’m gonna lose my mind if you keep clenching around me.” He chuckles.
“oh shit, sorry,” you mumble out. You try to push up off of him but the farthest you got was placing your hands on his shoulders before your body gave up on you.
“Oh my God, I can’t move” you whisper. You’re so fucked out, your body won’t respond to your brain anymore.
Bucky moans at your words and slowly rolls both of you so youre on your side facing him. He reaches down and pulls his soft cock out of your pussy, moaning when he sees a burst of cum leaking from you.
You moan at the feeling of him exiting your body. You look him in the eyes and give him a lazy smile. His eyes sparkle back at you and his hand comes up to rub your cheek.
“Mm” you hum at the feeling.
“That was fucking incredible” he says, making you smile wider.
“I’m not disagreeing” you quip.
He chuckles lightly before saying “you gotta do this more often.”
“What, surprise you on business trips?” you question.
“No” he rolls his eyes and smiles, “Well yes actually, but I was talking about you absolutely taking charge tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” you smirk.
“Fuck yeah doll, I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard. You looked so damn sexy in charge.”
You look away from his eyes, shying at his words, but also they were giving you the confidence to look right back into his eyes and say “I agree” with a smirk.
“I love hearing those high pitched moans you make, It turns me on so much” you admit.
“You know, only you can get those noises out of me, doll” he chides. You blush and smile at him.
He chuckles and you bring his face towards yours and kiss him deeply, tongues meeting together. You both hum into the kiss as his hand rubs down the side of your body.
When you break the kiss, both of you needing a breath, he pulls your body towards him, resting your head on his chest. You hum in peace as he rubs your back.
“I love you so much Y/N” he says and you feel your heart absolutely burst in your chest.
“I love you so much too Buck,” you reply, lifting your head to peck him on the lips before placing your head back on his chest.
You lay in silence for a minute before your mind begins to wander again.
“Did you mean it?” you ask.
“Mean what, doll?”
“That you’ll be mine forever?” you ask. “I mean not just in the sexy way but that you’ll be with me forever?” you ramble out.
“God yes sweetheart, you’re the one for me.” He responds and you didn’t think your heart could explode anymore, but it just did.
You squeeze his shoulder with your hand before coming up to kiss him passionately again, almost crying at all of the love going though you.
“I promise I’m all yours forever too, Buck” you smile at him.
“Good,” he smiles back, and you rest back on his chest, eyes getting droopy.
“Night-night sweetheart.” You feel yourself smile in your sleep.
“Goodnight my love.” You reply, further cuddling into his chest. Bucky feels his heart combust in his chest. God, wasn’t he lucky to have you. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he knew that he was going to assure you that you deserve the world every day for the rest of his life. He kissed the top of your head before falling into a deep sleep, content with his favorite person tight in his arms.
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becca-e-barnes · 3 years
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Your dad’s best friend is struggling to adapt to living alone, so you make an offer to move in temporarily to help him. The only problem is, this is the guy you’ve been thirsting over for a long time.
The Divorce
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Finally!! I’m so sorry this took a little longer than I planned! Kind of merged a few different ideas that you guys seemed keen on into one fic here! Personally, I don’t place a huge value on virginity but you guys asked for it so here it is!
Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4.5K (No wonder this one felt so long!!)
Summary: Your dad’s best friend is coming out of a rough divorce so you agree to keep him company. He’s also quite surprised to hear you’re still a virgin
Warnings: Smut, alcohol mention, significant age gap (Bucky is in his 40’s, reader is in her early 20’s), loss of virginity, handjobs, dirty talk, praise kink, divorce mention, cheating mention, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, food mention
Minors, do not interact
You weren’t sure what was going on with Bucky anymore.
The usually reserved older man was the very definition of sunshine and light these days. His smile took over his face, he was so easy going, nothing seemed to bother him in the slightest.
Bucky was quite a positive person, all things considered, so that wasn’t really out of the ordinary.
But what surprised you was the fact that he was still so happy not long after finding out this wife had been cheating on him.
He hadn’t even known her all that long, in truth. They had dated for a little while, married quickly and moved into a house together but that was all in the space of a year. She’d barely lasted two months of being ‘Mrs Barnes’ before Bucky came home from work early one afternoon and caught her in their bed with her coworker of all people.
She’d begged for forgiveness of course. Begged for a second chance. Begged to make things right but Bucky hadn’t given in.
And why should he? Sure, he was secretly heartbroken but he knew what he wanted. He knew he didn’t want to stay married to someone who didn’t value him like he valued her and he was totally right. Even though almost everyone saw it coming but him.
But your dad wasn’t convinced by Bucky’s act. Not even a little. He had known Bucky far too long to believe Bucky would be okay so soon. Marriage, in Bucky’s eyes was a commitment. He was so dedicated to his wife and he valued her, even if they didn’t always seem like the happiest couple in the world. No one looking at their relationship from the outside could’ve said they seemed particularly in love but that was no one’s business but theirs and for a while, things had seemed to be working regardless.
But now Bucky had moved out of his house, leaving his soon-to-be ex wife in it. He had moved into a modest little apartment, one that was dull and drab but it had a bed, a kitchen and a bathroom so it would do in the short term.
“Honey, do you think you could do me a favour?” Your father asked nonchalantly at dinner one evening and you nodded a little, your mouth full of pasta.
“There’s a big game on tomorrow night, you wouldn’t mind keeping Bucky company, would you? I have to work late and your mom is going to your aunt’s and I just don’t want him to be left alone at the moment.” He knew he didn’t need to tell you what sports game it was. It’s not like you would care much anyway.
“I was just gonna crash on his couch afterwards, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you doing the same.” Truthfully, you weren’t all that interested in sports but you shrugged your shoulders and agreed anyway, knowing that you and Bucky would have a nice evening no matter what. He just needed some company, you didn’t really have to pay attention to the game.
So that was how you ended up climbing the stairs up to his flat the following evening, a few of your dad’s beers and snacks in hand, ready to spend the evening with your head tucked in your phone.
You gave the door two little knocks, tucking a flyaway strand of hair behind your ear before it opened, Bucky standing on the other side, beaming as always.
“Angel! Thank you for coming! God, look at you, you look beautiful, come in!” He grinned softly, arms wrapping around your waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
It was torturous how good he smelled, never mind how good he looked.
“Good to see you too Bucky!” You laughed, only able to hug him with one arm.
He was sporting just a little stubble but it suited him, his body so warm as it pressed against yours.
But then his heat was gone almost as quickly as you had registered it, one hand on the small of your back, leading you inside.
The place was spotless, everything neatly arranged but his own belongings were minimal. There were no photos anywhere, nothing personal and it made you more than a little sad for him.
“Game starts in half an hour sweetheart, I was just gonna make the nachos your dad likes and order some food but we can get whatever you like.” It wasn’t hard to see the excitement radiating from him and that’s when you realised you were probably the first person outside of his job that he’d spoken to in quite a while.
“Sounds great Bucky, your nachos are the best!” Your enthusiasm only made him happier, as did the fact you didn’t hesitate to make yourself at home, opening a beer each and placing the rest neatly into his fridge.
It was almost strange how natural it felt, being so domestic with Bucky, just letting him work away in the kitchen while you sat on the counter, talking about work and anything else that popped into your heads.
He listened to every single word you said, actually taking an interest in everything you talked about and God, did it feel like such a pleasant change.
The beers slowly disappeared as you chatted on the kitchen floor, your backs pressed against the kitchen cabinet, the game playing in the background, almost entirely forgotten about. Not that either of you cared. For Bucky, it was never about wanting to watch the game, it was about company and companionship, usually with your dad but he was finding your company just as fulfilling. He didn’t actually care who won or lost in the slightest.
It didn’t take long for the beers to run out, moving on to something a little bit stronger. You were both pleasantly buzzed, your tongues getting looser under the effects of the whiskey, innocent touches lasting just a little too long, his eyes flitting over your body, hoping he didn’t accidentally spend so long staring at your breasts that you noticed.
“God honey, it’s awful but honestly, I just miss the sex more than anything else. Miss feelin’ her. It’s so stupid, jus’ can’t…. Can’t stop thinkin’ about how good it felt. Shit, it’s pathetic.” Bucky was getting vulnerable and you were happy to listen, taking his hand in yours to offer a little support.
“It’s not stupid Buck. Keep going, it’s good to talk about it.” Bucky wasn’t even sure he wanted to. Definitely not with you anyway. Not when your body was so close to his, your perfume intoxicating him more than any drink ever could and shit, you were understanding him even though your life experiences were so different to his.
“I’ve said enough angel, the divorce is for the best.” He smiled sadly, looking down at your linked hands, giving yours a little squeeze.
“It’s definitely for the best Buck. But I get it, losing that intimacy must be awful. I mean, I wouldn’t know but… You two were close. Sex must be nice when you trust the other person like that.” Bucky was hanging on every word that tumbled from your lips, watching as your mouth moved, feeling the cogs in his brain turn slowly.
“You wouldn’t know? I’m sure you’ve dated in the past?” Bucky asked softly, the alcohol emboldening him to pry into your private life. He had spilled his to you so it was only fair.
“I mean yeah, I’ve dated but I’ve just never… Found someone I trust enough to have sex with. Never felt like that about someone before.” You felt like you should’ve been embarrassed to admit your little secret but your blood in your veins was buzzing pleasantly, another sip of whiskey washing over your tongue and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
“Shit angel, you’re a virgin?” Bucky sounded enraptured. “You’re easily the prettiest girl in this town, you could have anyone you want.”
“It’s more than that though Buck. Want to be with someone who knows what they’re doing. Don’t want it to be awkward and awful and sore. Wanna enjoy it. Wanna feel good.” Every last word was making his heart thump, blood rushing to his dick of its own accord.
“I guess you’re right angel. Those boys your age only care about getting themselves off. They have no idea what good sex means for a woman.” His lips looked so pink and soft and wet with whiskey, you almost felt a little lost just looking at them.
“Just need a man I can trust. A man I know will take care of me. A man that knows how to make my first time exactly what I’m looking for.” Your breath felt scorchingly hot against his face. Oh god, when had you moved closer? How hadn’t he noticed? Your fingers were still laced together, you thumb running gently over his and that’s when he realised, he needed this far too badly.
“Sweetheart…. We um…. This isn’t a good idea-“ he began but he was cut off by the feeling of your lips hitting his.
He couldn’t help the heat burning inside him as your hand came to tentatively land on his cheek, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer. Between opening up about the divorce and hearing you were a virgin and the fact you were both sobering up very quickly, Bucky was getting lost in the feeling of being wanted. The feeling of taking care of another and being taken care of in turn.
But shit, the kiss was getting far too heated far too fast and he could feel how badly you wanted this. He could feel your passion, your need for your first time to be on your terms and he almost admired how you weren’t afraid to tell him exactly what you wanted.
But you were both getting far too caught up in the moment and he’d be damned if he was going to let your first time be on the kitchen floor of all places. So instead, he helped you up, joining your lips in another gentle kiss before encouraging you to jump up on him, into his waiting arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist, helping him carry you to his bedroom without ever breaking the kiss.
You were breathless by the time he dropped you onto the bed, watching in awe as Bucky hovered above you looking flushed and excited but almost scared.
“You know you can stop this any time angel? You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to. The second you tell me to, I’ll stop. I won’t be upset.” You hadn’t expected him to be so tender. You had a fair idea he would be a considerate lover but this kind of soft spoken intimacy was quite foreign to you. It was certainly not unwelcome though.
“Bucky. I want this.” You whispered, letting your hands grab at the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. Before the thin material had even fallen to the floor his lips were back on yours again, letting you set the pace.
The feeling of your soft hands exploring his bare chest almost drove him wild. You weren’t timid in the slightest, no you were keen, eager and so damn excited he couldn’t help but feel the same.
“Can I take your dress off angel?” He breathed, barely even removing his lips from yours to whisper the words out. Your little nod was all he needed to have the confidence to reach down, finding the hem quickly to pull it up over your head.
The sight of you left him speechless. An endless expanse of soft skin and sweet curves, beautifully encased in a delicate white lace bra and panty set and that’s when he realised just how much thought had went into this evening. You’d planned for this before you even got here.
“Do you. Have any. Idea. How beautiful. You are?” Bucky’s little praises were broken only by the gentle kisses that he pressed to your skin. There was no rhyme or reason to their placement, he was just going along with whatever felt right.
“Bucky please… Don’t tease.” Your breathlessness caught him off guard, the need inside you becoming unbearable. You had waited far too long to feel what sex was like and you would be damned if you were going to wait a single second more.
“Keen aren’t you sweetheart?” He laughed softly with a confident smirk, ridding himself of his jeans. His dark boxers were tented deliciously, the outline of his thick cock was so evident, straining against the material.
You couldn’t help how your mouth watered as you reached over and pulled his boxers off, his hard length springing free.
“You happy to take your underwear off honey?” he asked quietly, pulling you from the filthy thoughts filling your head. Rather than answer him, you shimmied out of your panties, letting them fall to the floor in a little damp heap. Your bra followed quickly after, Bucky’s hands moving to cup your breasts while his lips made their way to your neck.
You could hear every soft groan that left him as he played with you, pinching and rolling your nipples into stiff buds. His cock was resting perfectly between your thighs, pressing against your slick sex but certainly not trying to breach it yet.
“Never gonna get this sweet body out of my head angel. You mind if I work you up a little? Don’t wanna hurt you.” Fuck, it melted your heart how he could say something like that sounding overly confident and cocky. He wasn’t over exaggerating his size or trying to suggest he was too impressive to handle. No, Bucky was just genuinely intent on making this good for you and easing the discomfort as much as possible.
“Touch me Buck. Please. Give me something.” Your eyes fluttered shut as one of his huge hands moved from your breasts, down between your legs, two fingertips dragging ever so lightly over the exposed skin that no one but you had touched before.
“So wet for me aren’t you?” His whisper pulled a groan from you, his finger dipping between your folds, coated in your slick. You didn’t care how wrecked you looked, not paying attention to the fact your hips bucked up of their own accord to meet his hand.
“So wet Bucky, please.” His heart melted at your little plea and how the hell was he supposed to deny you?
Slowly, Bucky began to slip just one finger inside you, drinking in the whimper that left you. One was certainly bearable, it wasn’t too much of a stretch, in fact it felt nice.
But then his finger started to curl and God, it felt better than just nice. You could feel him rubbing parts of you no one ever had before, parts you couldn’t reach by yourself and it didn’t take long for the feeling to become unbelievable.
“Have you ever cum before, honey?” Bucky whispered over the sound of the slick noises your body was letting out.
“I, ah- I don’t know Bucky. Touched myself before but n-never felt this good.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, working his finger in and out of you at a nice steady pace.
“Show me how you touch yourself angel.” His voice was so low and sinful it made you shiver, your hand drifting down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.
“Bucky I need more. Please gimme more.” You were breathless, arching your back off the bed, chasing a high you didn’t know how to handle.
“Gonna give you another finger. Might hurt a little but I’ll try to be gentle.” You couldn’t have possibly cared if it would hurt or not, you just needed something more.
As he pulled his finger out on the next thrust, he lined the second up beside it, pressing in slowly.
“Oh that’s it, good girl, takin’ me so well. Doin’ such a good job for me.” You weren’t sure if it was his praise or the stretch that made you whimper but you were loving how both made you feel.
Finally, your own fingers started working your clit again, Bucky taking that as a cue to start moving ever so slowly, rubbing your sweetest spot just as he had before.
Two fingers felt so much better. It was a tight fit but you couldn’t deny how good it felt.
It didn’t take long for your body to respond, a knot in your belly tightening, your toes curling slightly.
“That feel good sweetheart? You think you could cum for me?” You were nodding at his words but you weren’t even sure you knew how.
“Buck… I’ve never…. This feels different.” You whined, trying not to desperately fuck yourself down on his fingers.
“It’s okay honey. Just do what feels right okay? Rub yourself faster if you need to.” He was so gentle with you, letting you take the chance to chase your peak.
His fingers didn’t stop, yours sped up and it didn’t take long for you to be writhing, almost crying, right on the edge of a feeling you couldn’t describe. You knew you had to fall into it but how?
But then Bucky’s fingers crooked slightly differently, you rubbed yourself just a little harder and it all came crashing down at once. You felt yourself tighten around his hand, a wet heat covering the insides of your thighs as pleasure consumed you.
“Fuck oh f-fuck Bucky.” You whimpered, your eyes catching his and you could’ve swore there was no where else in the world that man would rather be in that moment. He looked enthralled, his fingers never stopping, letting you drag every last second of ecstasy out as long as possible.
“That’s it. Keep going honey, doin’ so so well. So pretty for me.” His words were soft but his eyes twinkled with a kind of lust you knew was reflected in your own. His cock was throbbing but he was happily ignoring it. This wasn’t for him after all, this was all about you.
Eventually, your high subsided, Bucky taking the fact your fingers had stopped as a cue to stop his own.
The feeling of him slipping from you was almost disappointing, your body fighting to keep him in.
“You want to stop there honey? I won’t mind if that’s all you wanna do tonight. That looked intense.” He laughed quietly, stroking your hair gently with his free hand, pressing the tiniest of kisses to your forehead.
“No chance, Barnes. You’ve been holding out on me.” You laughed quietly, your chest heaving after so much excitement but still ready for more.
“Would surprise you what tricks you pick up.” Bucky laughed softly, drinking in your enthusiasm and the feeling of you leaning over, taking his cock in your hand.
Your nerves had melted away. You weren’t shy in the slightest. No, you were a confident young woman, thriving off the unknown and he loved it.
“Just like this honey.” He encouraged softly, placing his hand over the top of yours teaching you how to jerk him off the way he liked.
You couldn’t help but watch his face, loving how his eyes fluttered shut, pleasure clouding his brain. A little gasp left his lips when you squeezed ever so slightly harder, giving him nice tight strokes, focusing on his head since it seemed so sensitive.
“Oh fuck, spit on it honey. Don’t be shy.” He breathed, rutting his hips ever so slightly into your hand. His bare thighs looked so strong and powerful yet here he was, practically purring against your touch.
You did as he asked, albeit slightly timidly, leaning over and spitting in his head, letting the saliva trickle down his length, massaging it in with your hand.
“Good girl, that’s it. Feels s-so good honey, makin’ me feel incredible.” He didn’t mind taking the second to let you catch your breath. Why would he? You were making it so enjoyable for him, his little grunts filling the room.
“Bucky… Can we… You know.” You asked quietly after a moment. Not that you weren’t enjoying jerking him but you had bigger ideas in mind in that moment.
“Of course sweetheart, you ready?” He asked softly, his eyes opening and finding yours, sincere and gentle but twinkling with passion.
You nodded gently, letting him take the lead, laying you back on the bed, his lips on yours in the kind of passionate kiss that left your head spinning.
His hands felt like they were everywhere all at once. One ran up the side of your body gently, reverently, feeling your soft skin. He worshipped you, letting you have a second to get ready and truly decide if this was what you wanted. And God, it was.
“Bucky…” you groaned quietly, pulling him out of his haze, dragging him back to the present.
“You wanna stop. You want me to slow down. You want to take a second to breathe. You let me know. This is all on your terms.” You knew he meant every single word with all his heart. You knew there wasn’t a single thing to be worried about either. Bucky would take such good care of you.
But rather than explain all that to him, you reached up and cradled his face in your palm, letting him press tiny kisses to your wrist as he lined himself up at your entrance.
You were soaked by now, no doubt about it. The evidence of you first orgasm let him slide into you with ease, his length slowly starting to divide your walls, your body welcoming him in. It certainly wasn’t euphoric. It wasn’t uncontrollable pleasure. In fact, it was hardly pleasurable at all. It was a stretch, tinged with pain and discomfort.
“Almost all the way angel. God you’re doing so well for me. Swallowin’ me up.” Bucky’s voice grounded you a little as he continued to press into you.
You stuck it out for the next few seconds as he slipped entirely inside, bottoming out with a groan.
“It’s a lot to take baby girl. Look at you though, doin’ so well for me. Such a sweet girl. Gonna give you a minute honey. It’s gonna feel so good though, I promise.” You couldn’t help but believe him, your walls fluttering around him in a desperate scramble to get used to the invasion.
After a minute or two of being doted on, kisses peppered to your neck and shoulders, the stretch didn’t feel so bad anymore.
“C-can you move Bucky. Think I’m ready.” You whispered quietly, digging your fingers into his bare back.
So he did. He drew his hips back, pulling out almost the entire way before sliding back in slowly, a groan leaving both of you.
“S-shit you’re tight angel. Feels so good, you know that? Fuck, tighter than I could’ve even dreamed.”
His little cries had you whimpering, your body still sore but the pain was definitely subsiding with each slow movement.
But it didn’t take long for the pain to stop altogether, giving way to a pleasant ache for more.
“Faster Bucky, God please gimme more. N-need you.” You sounded wrecked in the best way and Bucky was more than happy to give in, setting a nice decent pace.
“Can’t believe how good you feel, so wet and warm and ah- you’re so keen. Grippin’ me like your little pussy doesn’t want me to stop.” His head had fallen to the crook of your neck, almost panting at the feeling of you swallowing him up.
“Gonna give you more baby, you think you can take it?” He asked quietly, his hand slipping down between your bodies to rub your sensitive little bundle of nerves.
Everything felt heightened as soon as his fingers connected with it. Any lingering discomfort melted away into a pleasure so sweet, you weren’t sure how you had ever lived without it.
“I can take it Bucky please, need you to fuck me.” Hearing such filthy words fall from such sweet lips did something to Bucky he couldn’t quite explain. The moan that you tore from him almost seemed to reverberate around the room. His hips sped up, not just fucking you, more grinding into you, every movement assaulting that sweet spot he made you aware of earlier.
The sensation was so m different to that which his fingers had offered. This was all encompassing, his blunt head spearing into you in a way that felt so good, you could almost cry.
“Fuck, ‘m losing it angel. Lemme know if I’m going too fast, okay? I’ll stop everythin’.” As soon as you nodded, his filthy grind sped up and your body reacted of its own accord. Sounds escaped you that you didn’t even know you were capable of, your fingernails digging into any exposed skin of Bucky’s you could reach.
“O-oh Bucky fuck, fuck holy shit that feels so good. Oh no Bucky please, I’m gonna cum. No God, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, held right on the edge of such intense pleasure all of a sudden. A low growl left Bucky’s throat, his breath coming out as a strangled pant against your neck, his body casing you in, trying desperately to catch up so he wouldn’t overwork you chasing his own release.
“Jus’ a minute longer. Hold it for me baby girl.” He whispered through gritted teeth, rolling his fingers against your delicate bud.
“Bucky I -oh. Fuck, what happens when I cum with you inside me? Oh shit, how do I, ah!” Your little desperate pleading gave way to a high pitched moan, your orgasm hitting you far harder than you could even have anticipated. Your cry suddenly silenced, the pleasure not stopping, your body trembling as you rode it out, barely registering the deep grunt that came from Bucky.
“Shit, angel that’s it, milkin’ my cock, feels so good you know that. Takin’ every drop. Now this little pussy’s got a taste of my cum, you won’t be able to stop, will ya?” Your head nodded, the feeling of Bucky’s balls emptying inside you making every conscious thought leave your body.
But all too soon, he was pulling out, flopping onto the bed beside you, pulling you into a warm embrace. Your bodies were sweaty and fucked out but feeling so close to him still felt lovely, his lips littering kisses wherever he could reach.
“Well? As good as you dreamed?” He chuckled quietly, taming your wild hair as much as possible before pressing a kiss to your head.
“Far far better.” You laughed softly, almost delirious from the endorphins coursing through your body.
“Hm, I’m glad toots.” You didn’t need to see him to know he had the exact same content smile on his face, wondering how one earth you could possibly find so much comfort in each other
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bucksfucks · 3 years
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stranded
summary: when your car breaks down on the side of the road and your dad can’t come rescue you, he sends the next best thing. 
pairing: dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader 
word count: 2,434 words
warnings: significant age gap [reader in 20′s, bucky in late 30′s], car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, drunk sex, alcohol consumption, sloppy sex, bucky teases you a lot, thigh riding, pet-names, fingering, finger sucking, size kink, metal arm kink, praise kink, slight edging, bucky finishing in you, talk of masturbation [in passing] — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
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“I don’t know, the engine made a sound and now it won’t start.” You groaned into your phone, your dad sighing on the other end of the line as you leaned your head against your seat. 
“Can you get it into a mechanic?” He asked as you rolled your eyes.
“Considering it won’t start, I don’t think so.” 
You were just outside of town, almost making it home before your piece of shit car decided to crap out on you and die. 
“I’m stuck in the office until seven, but I’ll get Bucky to pick you up, okay?” Your dad said, shuffling on the other end of the line as your heart dropped into your stomach at the sound of his name. 
“Bucky?” Your throat was suddenly dry, heart hammering as you could hear it’s reverberation in your ears like the sound of waves in a shell. 
“He’s good with cars too, might even be able to bring your car back to life long enough to get it into a mechanic.” Your dad’s voice was calm and collected, unlike the way your breathing was. 
“Oh, okay. Yeah, that’s really nice of him.” You tried to act normal, like nothing was wrong. 
Like Bucky hadn’t fucked you the bathroom of some gross college bar during your last year just a months ago. 
You hadn’t seem him since. Last you heard, he had set off on a solo trip to California as he kissed you on the cheek at the end of the night.
With his cum staining your thighs.
And the scent of him on your shirt as you watched him walk out of the bar.
Now he was going to come and rescue you from the side of the some dirt road.
“You there, sweetie?” Your dads voice brings you back to reality as you shake your head.
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. The reception’s spotty.” You lie right through your teeth. 
“Hang in there, sweetie, okay? Bucky shouldn’t take longer than 20 minutes.” Oh good, at least you’ll have time to prepare yourself for the moment you’d see him again. 
“Okay, thanks dad. I’ll see you soon then.” You both say your goodbyes before the line goes dead and you’re left staring at the nearly desolate road as the occasional car or semi roars by. 
It’s getting late but thankfully it’s the dead of summer which means that it would be impossible to get cold, even with the sun down. 
No matter how hard you tried not to think about Bucky, the memories of that night came flooding back with each gust of warm air. 
The way his fingers danced up your shirt as he pressed you against the dingy bathroom wall. 
The way he bent the bathroom door handle at an angle that would lock the two of you in there for some privacy—the sparks of gold and shining black flashing through your mind. 
The way he found all your sweet spots and the way he would call you Kid to egg you on as you took shots with him until you were dizzy. 
And the way he made you cum harder than ever before until you had no more breath left in your lungs. 
You had to shake yourself free of those thoughts, the familiar burn forming between your legs as you decided to pop your hood to see if you could magically figure out what had gone wrong. 
It all looked so foreign, like a different language as you stared at the various car parts—the only thing you recognized was where you re-filled your windshield fluid. 
A rumbling engine caused you to peek your head around the hood of your car to watch that familiar Impala pulling up right behind your car. 
Your heart kicked in your chest, throat going dry as your hands were suddenly clammy watching him step out of the car. 
Dressed in all black, Bucky shut the door of his car as he took his sunglasses off and tucked them in the front of his shirt. 
“I gotta say,” his voice is so much deeper than you remembered.
“This isn’t how I thought we’d be meeting again.” 
He smirks, coming to stand beside you to look under the hood. “If it makes you feel better, neither did I.” 
Your words make him chuckle as he turns his body to face you, arms over his thick chest and the early evening sun bouncing off of the prosthetic. 
The same fingers that were knuckle deep inside of you, coaxing sweet, sweet moans as you fell over the edge more times than you can count. 
“Your car battery is dead,” he says, after a quick inspection—arms propping himself on the hood as he uses the shiny metallic hand to point at the battery.
“It looks like it’s been leakin’ for a while. How old is the battery?” 
His question strikes you and suddenly you feel embarrassed and useless, “I don’t know.” 
He shifts again, tucking his finger under your chin so you look up at him. His eyes are soft and you find yourself lost in them.
“It’s okay, Kid, was just asking. Unfortunately I don’t have any cables, even if I did, it looks pretty lifeless.” He explains, finger dropping from under your chin and you want to whimper. 
You nod your head, “thanks, Buck.”
You don’t even register that you call him that. “Oh, sorry. I mean, Mr. Barnes.” 
Now that makes him laugh, holler even as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. 
“Please don’t call me Mr. Barnes, sugar.” He says, the familiar pet-name doing nothing to alleviate the ache between your thighs. 
“Why not?” You ask, genuinely curious as he takes a step towards you. 
You’d also forgotten how much bigger Bucky was, in more than one way. He towered over you, remembering how he easily had you lifted and pinned against the wall as fuck fucked into you. 
“Because.” he smirks. “I’ve heard you moan my name and I don’t wanna hear it any other way.” 
Your breath gets caught in your throat, a gasp replacing it as you feel the familiar prick of goosebumps over your skin.
“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.” He adds nonchalantly as you were still repeating his words in your mind. 
He looks at you for a moment longer before brushing past you, “it’s getting dark.” 
You managed to unfreeze, legs moving from under you as you grabbed your duffle bag and whatever other miscellaneous objects from your car before tossing them in the back of Bucky’s car.
“Nice car,” you comment as you slide into the worn leather seats. Bucky smirks, turning the engine over as it roars to life. 
“Thanks, Kid.” There it was again, the same taunt he used as you both downed a shot of tequila. 
“Don’t call me that, I’m not a kid.” You weren’t mad, the slight smirk on your face was telling enough as Bucky put the car into neutral. 
He leaned back, thick thighs spread as he put his arm over the back of the seats.
“I just missed that pout of yours, sugar.” 
You didn’t even realize you were pouting until Bucky pointed it out, dark eyes watching you as you relaxed into the seat. 
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about this on the drive home to my father’s house.” You mumble, trying to contain the faint smile on your lips as Bucky leans into you.
“I don’t think having my cock buried deep inside of you was very appropriate either, but you didn’t seem to mind,” he purrs, fingers falling onto the back of your neck. 
A shudder travels down your spine when you feel his hand tighten around the base of your neck. 
“Haven’t stopped thinking about you, sugar, you know that?” His voice drops an octave as the rumbling of the car’s engine make your pussy jump. 
“You haven’t?” You whisper out, moving closer to him as he turns his body towards you. 
“Having my hand wrapped around my own cock just doesn’t feel as nice as your tight pussy.” He hums, feeling his dick jumping in his pants. 
“Haven’t stopped thinking of your sweet moans, or the way your mouth felt around my cock.” His smirk is darker now, cock growing in his jeans as you let out a soft moan.
“Bucky, we-we,” you can’t even find the words, “this is so wrong.” 
He hums, thumb tracing over your bottom lip.
“Then why does it feel so fucking good?” He growls, tugging you into his lap as you let him, giving into the way his warm body feels against you. 
You can feel him under you, his fingers instinctively digging into your hips as yours go to his broad shoulders so you can steady yourself. 
“Tell me you haven’t thought of me,” he smirks. “That you haven’t touched that tight cunt of yours wishing it was my fingers or cock.” 
You gasp, wetness pooling in your panties as you let out a whine, “Bucky.” 
“Mmm, that’s what I thought, sugar. My poor girl,” he hums, slowly rocking your hips over his with more fervour. 
“Did I ruin men for you? Is that what this is about?” He taunts, holding your face in between his fingers as you’re forced to look at him. 
You can see the lines in his forehead, pupils blown with lust as you’re able to pick out the grey hairs littered between the dark brunet ones. 
“Your cock sure as hell did,” you pant, tangling your fingers in his hair and pressing your lips over his as he lets out a low grunt. 
The kiss is messy, and you revel in the familiar taste of coffee and spearmint as your tongue glides against his along with the occasional bump of your teeth against his. 
“You better start thinking of excuses as to why you’re late ‘cause I’m about to fuck you.” He snarls, lips trailing down your neck as he sinks them into your sensitive skin. 
“Grind yourself over my thigh, sugar. Get yourself nice and ready.” He smirks, hands already up the shirt you were wearing playing with your breasts. 
Who are you to deny yourself the pleasure of riding Bucky’s thigh, the fabric of your jeans against your pussy mixed with the hard muscle causes a sweet friction that makes you mewl. 
“Missed that sound, baby. Missed the way you felt, the way you tasted,” his lips are over yours.
“But most of all, missed the way my cock fit perfectly inside you.” 
Bucky had a way with words, knowing exactly how to make you come apart and that is what made him absolutely lethal. 
He was like a wave that you rode, getting you high and wet and then slipping right through your fingers. 
“Lie down.” He grunts, “on the seat.”
It’s a messy and incredibly tight fit, but the couch-like seat allowed you get your back flat as Bucky shuffled in between your legs. 
With some struggle, Bucky managed to get your pants down past your ass, your fingers quickly undoing his belt as you freed his cock. 
“Fuck,” you gasped as he smirked.
“What? Forgot how big I was?” He purrs, cradling your face, “it fit last time, it’ll fit today.” 
You wanna chide back, think of a smart, witty remark, but your mind goes blank with lust and need. 
“Not so fast, sugar.” He cooes, “gotta warm you up first.”
The fucking tease. 
You whimper when you feel his fingers at your entrance, cock heavy against your hip as he slides a single finger in. It’s not enough, not by a long-shot as your walls warm up the cool metal. 
“Bucky, please c’mon.” You whine, bucking your hips into his hand. It does nothing but make him chuckle
“You know I love hearing you beg, that’ll just slow me down.” You nearly throw a fit, as he slowly curls the single finger deep inside of you. 
He’s relentless, finally adding a second finger and hooking them against your g-spot. It causes your toes to curl and the heat to grow in your belly—but he never gives you the satisfaction. 
Instead, he pulls them out, tapping them against your lips, “clean them.” 
A shudder rolls over your body, lips parting to take the heavy digits in your mouth as you maintain eye contact with Bucky. 
You’ve always wondered if he can feel those fingers, but the groan he gives you answers your question.
“Good girl. I missed that about you.” He praises, running his cock through your folds as you squeak out a gasp at the sudden pressure against your clit. 
There’s not warning as he slides in, slow and long as he holds himself up on his forearms; warm breath fanning across your face. 
“Feel so fucking good,” his eyes flutter closed as he bottoms out, nostrils flaring when he takes a deep breath trying to control himself. 
It’s unfair, the way he knows you’re body. 
There’s no taking his time, you’re parked on the side of the road with Bucky balls deep inside of you. He’s fucking you and he’s fucking you good. 
The car shakes, suspension squeaking as he thrusts into you; the strokes much deeper from the confined space. 
“You have no idea how good you feel, sugar.” He grunts, pelvis bumping your clit as you throw your head back deeper into the seats. 
Everything around you smells like leather, sex, and Bucky. 
Your abdomen tightens as your toes curl and—
“That’s it, gonna come for me. Make a fucking mess.” 
There’s nothing you can do to hold back your orgasm. It hits you like the truck that speeds past the parked car and you let out a choked gasp of Bucky’s name. 
You’re both panting, everything is a mess and you’re wondering just how you’ll have to act as if Bucky’s cum isn’t leaking into the panties you’re wearing. 
“I haven’t come that hard since.” He chuckles, “well since that night at the bar.”
You can do nothing but smile, butterflies in your tummy as he helps you sit up, both of you awkwardly wiggling back into your jeans.
It’s silent, but not uncomfortable as Bucky pushes down on the brake and shifts into drive. The moves forward a few metres before there’s a powering down sound and the engine splutters.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you laugh, turning to face Bucky who can’t stop laughing. 
“Well it looks like we’re both stranded now,” he winks, pulling you into the slightly larger backseat, “might as well find a way to kill the time.” 
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seventven · 2 years
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A Taste for Older Men [part iv]
summary: a barbecue with y/n’s parents turns from bad to worse when y/n decides to give bucky a taste of his own medicine. towards the end of the night, y/n is assigned the task of giving him a ride home. she receives payback for her bad behaviour.
pairing: dbf!bucky x reader
word count: 4k+
warnings: age gap [reader is around 22 & bucky is 39]; we’ve got some teasing, orgasm denial, brat taming, public dick grabbing (?) and bucky’s thicc fingers bc they need a warning of their own; y’all it’s finally getting steamy. 
a/n: my boyfriend (self proclaimed smut consultant) basically planned this whole chapter and i just put it into words lmao. this is the longest part yet and you finally get some juicy smut my lovelies. i felt dirty writing this.
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PART I / PART II / PART III / PART V / PART VI
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When the weekend rolled around and the sun continued to shine despite the looming autumn, Y/N’s parents came to the conclusion that it might be their last opportunity to grill some food out in the garden and enjoy the cloudless skies. They stocked up on supplies, invited over the next door neighbours and got the patio ready for an afternoon of food and mindless chatter. 
And what would a barbecue at their house be if Bucky was not invited?
He arrived some time in the mid afternoon when Y/N was still out of the house, and it was no surprise to her when she found his jacket hanging from a hook by the front door. 
Y/N smiled politely and greeted everyone when she made her way through the kitchen and out onto the patio. There was food on the grill, music playing in the background, her mom chatting away to the couple who lived next door. 
She didn’t spot Bucky at first, not until she glanced farther down the garden and saw him laughing at something her dad had said. They stood on the grass, beers in hand, with Bucky repeatedly bending over to pick up and throw a green tennis ball for their family dog. The dog, just like Y/N, seemed all too excited to see him.
“You’re back just in time. I was just about to serve the food!” Her mom was all smiles and giggles, having already enjoyed a few glasses of wine with the neighbours. All Y/N could do was smile and stay silent, then wave back at her dad when he finally noticed her presence.
Bucky only looked in her direction, a little smile evident across his lips, that same look in his eyes again; the one that said they shared a secret no one else was in on. Apart from that, there was no indication to his feelings; he was damn good at pretending nothing was going on and Y/N wished she could do the same.
“Y/N, why don’t you run to the kitchen and grab plates for everyone?” Her mom asked, and the younger girl couldn’t help but feel relieved to have an excuse to escape, even if only for a moment. 
She nodded her head and turned back towards the kitchen, feeling Bucky’s eyes on her back as she walked away. It made her nervous; she wondered how on earth no one had noticed the tension between them, the looks they exchanged or how freaking nervous she got every time he was around. It wasn’t her normal behaviour at all, but somehow her parents hadn’t noticed anything was off. Not yet, anyway.
She sighed in exasperation as she pulled open one of the kitchen cabinets and grabbed some plates, one at a time. She took her time, stacking them neatly on the counter, and promptly losing count when she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
“Need some help, sweetheart?” 
His voice sent a shiver down her spine; it was low, seductive and there was a certain level of arrogance to it that made everything so much worse than it already was.
“I’ve got it, thanks,” she muttered back, and looked around nervously to make sure no one had followed him into the kitchen. They were alone, the sound of chatter and laughter drifting from outside.
Bucky boldly placed a hand on her hip and pressed himself snugly against her back. The feeling was something out of this world; he was tall and muscular behind her, radiating warmth and smelling divine. In any other circumstance, she would have been excited for this closeness, this level of intimacy, but a part of her still realised the dangers of their little indiscretion. If anyone saw this, they would be in big trouble; both Y/N and Bucky.
“Don’t be so nervous,” he told her quietly. “If you don’t want to raise any eyebrows, I’d suggest acting as normal as possible.”
“Easy for you to say,” she replied, a certain level of bitterness audible in her tone. She was surprised at the acidity of her words.
Bucky only chuckled and Y/N gasped when he pressed a long kiss to her shoulder. A feeling of warmth spread throughout her abdomen at the simple, seemingly innocent gesture. She couldn’t believe the effect this man had on her. 
It lasted only a moment and then he was retreating completely, a precaution just in case someone did decide to sneak up on them. He took a spot next to her, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her get back to counting plates. 
“How was your week?” He asked, and Y/N looked in his direction, knowing exactly what he meant. The question hung unspoken in the air; he didn’t give a damn about her week, not really. Only about the torture she was putting herself through every night, their little agreement driving her nuts with every perverse thought she had about him.
“Long,” she answered simply, and almost rolled her eyes at the cocky smirk she received in response. He was enjoying every moment of this and it was beyond infuriating.
So, when the food was finally served and everyone sat around the wooden patio table with a plate and a drink in front of them, Y/N came to the conclusion that two could play at this game. 
Maybe she wasn’t allowed to play with herself, as stated in their agreement from days prior; but nothing was said about messing with him, or taunting him, or giving him a taste of his own damn medicine. 
Fuelled by annoyance at his arrogance and that familiar need to be in control, Y/N laughed at something her dad said as she innocently and intentionally slid into the seat next to Bucky. She ignored the quizzical look he sent her and set her plate and can of soda down on the table, continuing her conversation with her parents like it was the most normal thing in the world. 
She could sense how uncomfortable Bucky was next to her; gauging her intentions and growing annoyed by her recklessness. He took a gulp of his beer, clearly aggravated by her behaviour and shook his head in disapproval. The movement went unnoticed by everyone other than Y/N. 
The dinner continued; she ate her food slowly, contributing to the discussion and laughing along when someone told a joke. Every now and again she could feel Bucky’s eyes burning holes in the side of her face but she chose to ignore it, until finally, her dad turned the topic of the conversation to Bucky himself.
“Bucky’s seeing someone new but he’s being crazy secretive about it. What are you hiding, Buck?”
Y/N turned to look at him then, and despite knowing she should feel uncomfortable and scared of what her father knew, she couldn’t stop the corner of her lips from curving up into a teasing smirk. 
Bucky caught her eye only for a short second, but it was enough to send her a warning.
Y/N didn’t care.
“Maybe she’s really old and he’s embarrassed,” she quipped, her tone innocent and joking. Her father thought it was hilarious, laughing across the table along with her mom and the neighbours. 
Bucky was furious but it appeared only Y/N noticed it. Everyone else was smiling, contributing to teasing him and making little japes about the reality of his dating life. The pleased smirk remained across her face when Bucky shifted uncomfortably in his seat, took a gulp of his drink and cleared his throat.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” he answered carefully, his grimace evident across his face. His eyes met hers again for a fragment of a second, the gesture going unnoticed by everyone else. “She’s nothing but trouble.” 
Y/N snorted at that.
Her mom sent her a quizzical look from across the table but all was forgotten when her dad dropped the topic and decided everyone needed another beer. The conversation swiftly turned to some other nonsense and when her father got up to grab more drinks, Bucky leaned in and whispered in her ear, “you’re going to regret that”.
Y/N only glanced at him over her shoulder, satisfied with the power she had over him. It was his turn to feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, and the coy smile she had across her face let him know exactly what she was thinking. He was enraged and for some unknown reason, the idea excited her.
She released a tiny chuckle, expelled upon a slow exhalation. “No, I don’t think I am,” she responded, and added to the aggravation across his face by squeezing his thigh beneath the table.
He was seething with rage.
Y/N turned her head back in the direction of the group and joined back into the conversation. It was all innocent; she giggled at their stories and jokes, but all the while her hand remained on his leg, slowly moving higher and higher until Bucky was ready to snap.
It was comical, really, how worked up he was getting. He said nothing the whole time, only stared darkly at the side of her face and looked desperately around to make sure no one was watching. When her hand finally got to his crotch, her fingers gently skimming the zipper of his jeans, he decided he had had enough and roughly grabbed her wrist beneath the table.
She turned to look at him again, that same cheeky smile across her lips. 
“Don’t be so nervous,” she told him quietly, mimicking his words from earlier on. “If you don’t want to raise any eyebrows, I’d suggest acting normal.”
Boiling with anger but not wanting to attract any attention, Bucky released an exasperated breath and let go of her wrist. He ground his teeth when her finger traced the outline of his hardening cock, slowly and gently. 
No one had any idea what was going on, all of them engrossed in the conversation and hazy with the effects of one too many beers. The growing darkness of the late evening was also helpful in covering up what was really going on, even when she began palming his growing erection under the table. The whole situation was insane.
He cleared his throat suddenly, catching the attention of her dad across the table and Y/N was forced to retreat her hand, nervous that he’d notice. She looked anywhere but her father, and smiled innocently at her neighbour when she caught her eyes. 
“You okay, Buck?” Her father asked, genuinely concerned.
Bucky shifted in his seat and picked up his beer. He took a slow sip. “Yeah, it’s just... I’m not feeling too well. I think I’m going to head home. I’ll leave my car here, if that’s alright.”
Her father frowned at the prospect. “You’ll walk?” He turned to Y/N’s mom. “Could you drive him home? I’ve been drinking.”
Her mom only laughed, pointing to her own glass of wine. “And what do you think I’ve been doing this whole time?”
Bucky’s expression was stoic and after a moment of silence, he said, “Y/N hasn't been drinking. Maybe she could drop me off?”
To say the younger girl was surprised at his proposition would have been an understatement. She turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised, her lips parted in astonishment. However, the more she thought about it, the more she realised she wanted to do it; she wanted to be alone with him and see just how he’d make her regret her dinner table antics.
“I can drive him home,” she nodded in agreement, then turned to her dad. “Can I borrow your car?”
Her father only smiled as he reached into his pocket and took out his keys, tossing them in her direction across the table. She caught them in mid air.
“Let me just finish my soda,” she told Bucky innocently, and saw him breathe out a sigh of relief. His erection needed time to subside and she wasn’t just going to expose him like that. She wasn’t that cruel. 
It was five, maybe ten minutes before they got up to leave. Her parents said their goodbyes with hugs and promises of seeing each other soon, and Y/N’s dad - completely ignorant to what was happening - thanked her for agreeing to drive his friend home. 
They got into the car just before 10pm and pulled out of the driveway whilst her parents waved them goodbye. Bucky’s smile remained while they were still in their view, but it disappeared the second they left the street.
He stayed quiet - a little too quiet - during the majority of the drive to his place. It was already dark, the radio playing quietly in the background as Y/N took the shortest route to his apartment, tapping her fingers absentmindedly against the wheel. 
It wasn’t a very long journey, just over five minutes with how deserted the roads were at this time of day. It was only when they were almost on his street that he finally spoke up.
“That was so reckless of you,” he began, sounding almost disappointed in her. For a moment, she realised how much older than her he really was; his tone stern and exasperated, almost paternal. “What do you think would happen if someone saw?”
Y/N chuckled. “Did anyone notice? I don’t think they have.” She turned onto his street and slowed the car down, looking for a place to park. 
A moment of silence ensued, and lasted until she finally stopped the car and switched off the engine.
“Your behaviour was really immature.”
She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him in annoyance. He had been acting immature this whole time; she was only paying him back for his constant arrogance, but apparently, the guy just couldn’t handle being fucked around with. How hypocritical.
She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly. “What are you gonna do about it? Send me to my room? Spank me?” Her tone was mocking, her expression amused, and Bucky ground his teeth at her insolence.
“Believe me, I’d love to.”
Y/N couldn’t help but part her lips at his words, an image of him punishing her like that suddenly vivid in her mind. The atmosphere between them was strange; on the one hand, she was annoyed with him, and he was annoyed with her. On the other, despite their frustrations, that same sexual tension remained. Arguably, the whole thing made it even worse; the idea of him doing that to her only made the electricity between them more prominent. 
Seemingly unable to handle it, Bucky undid his seatbelt.
For a fleeting moment, Y/N expected him to just exit the car, too annoyed with her to stay much longer. But when he turned towards her and looked at her with those dark, angry eyes, she knew that him just leaving wasn’t really an option.
She stayed silent as he reached across the central panel and placed his hand on her face. He tilted her head towards him and when their eyes met, he leaned in a little closer. They held eye contact for a long moment, the blue of his eyes softening as he watched her intently. She wondered what he was thinking because for a brief moment, it felt as though all those frustrations from earlier were forgotten. He was looking at her with that familiar kindness and softness in his eyes, stroking her cheek with his thumb and just watching her melt into the gentle touch. 
Then, unable to resist the temptation, Y/N pushed herself closer towards him and placed her lips on his. The kiss was delicate, tender almost, and Y/N couldn’t help but reach across and place her hand on the back of his head, enjoying the feeling of his hair between her fingers. For an odd reason that Y/N didn’t really understand, the simple and gentle kiss felt more intimate than anything that had happened between them up until this point. She revelled in the feeling, and when he took her lip between his teeth and tugged, she couldn’t help but part her lips and allow him to deepen the kiss.
She released a tiny gasp when his hand moved from her face down to her neck, her collarbone, her hip, and finally settled on her thigh. She had never been as happy to be wearing a skirt, especially when she took his wrist and led his hand beneath the soft fabric, down between her thighs. 
He let her guide him and she moaned quietly against his lips when his long digits expertly began massaging her through her underwear. His touch, though gentle at first, soon became hard and unforgiving, his fingers moving in small circles over her little bundle of nerves until his name fell from her lips in a tiny whimper.
“Do you want my fingers, sweetheart?” He asked, almost tenderly, and when she nodded her head, Bucky chuckled. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” she told him breathlessly. “Please.” 
He only smiled against her lips and kissed her for a moment longer before retreating. “Come here.”
He leaned back in his seat and Y/N hurried to climb across the central panel and into his welcoming lap, his muscular legs hard beneath her. She didn’t even bother to check whether there was anyone in sight; they were parked just outside his apartment building and at any moment someone could see them. She didn’t care, eager for more of him, and Bucky didn’t appear too concerned with the possibility.
His hands held firmly onto her hips as she situated herself in his lap and his lips soon found hers in a desperate frenzy. It was all tongue and teeth, her fingers pulling at his hair and his own digging into the soft flesh of her hips. He wanted her to move, she realised, and she obeyed without protest, beginning to rock her hips against his own until he groaned against her mouth. 
It wasn’t long before he was reaching between her thighs again and pushing her underwear aside, a tiny whimper escaping her at the coldness of his skin. He paused, only long enough to lick his fingers, the wetness allowing him to continue with the assault on her most sensitive spot. He took his time, enjoying the tiny moans falling from her lips and the way in which she ground her hips against his fingers. 
“Bucky,” she whispered his name, out of breath and desperate for more. “Fuck me with your fingers. Please.”
She couldn’t believe how pathetic she sounded, how eager she was for more of him. Bucky had a strange effect on her; he made her crave him on a level which was primal and unfamiliar. His arrogance and sensuality - though annoying at times - had her drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She didn’t think she had ever felt as needy for someone, as she felt for him. 
“Only if you apologise for your behaviour earlier.” His tone was soft, but it held a threatening edge to it that made the whole thing even more erotic than it already was. He knew exactly how his words and his demeanour affected her and he was using it skilfully to his advantage. He wanted to see her beg.
Her hips jerked against his fingers, wishing for that delectable stretch between her thighs. “I’m sorry,” she murmured feebly, her eyes closed, face buried in the crook of her neck. Even his scent was arousing and Y/N could feel her mouth watering. He chuckled darkly when she sunk her teeth into his skin, desperate for a release.
“You can do better than that, sweetheart.”
She gasped when she felt his finger trace her entrance, teasing her in a way which made her insides clench with need, thick and hot. It was torture.
“So wet for me,” he praised, his voice quiet. He hummed at the feeling of her tongue on his neck, her pussy glistening and ready for him. 
She couldn’t take this anymore. “I’m sorry for my bad behaviour.” The words tumbled past her lips, expelled upon a shaky breath. She didn’t care if she was admitting defeat and letting him have all the power. She needed a release too much, the long nights she spent thinking about him but unable to touch herself proving to have dire consequences. “It’s not going to happen again. I promise. Just please... do something.”
Contented with her response, Bucky caught her lips with his own and slowly sunk two of his thick fingers deep into her yearning cunt. She gasped at the stretch and whimpered in satisfaction when he slowly pulled them out, then drove them back in, deeper than before. He set a slow pace for himself at first, allowing her to get used to the size and when she asked for more, he gladly provided. 
There was something so thrilling about the whole thing. She couldn’t quite believe that her father’s best friend was doing this to her, let alone that it was happening in his car. The idea was filthy and disgusting, but at the same time, it was dangerous and arousing.
It felt good; better than good, really, especially when Bucky used his thumb to continue the assault on her clit. Profanities spilled from her lips in breathless whispers, her eyes screwed shut, hips rocking against his touch. His fingers were thick and skilled at what he was doing; he was hitting all the right places and the way in which he was watching her, all dark and curious eyes made the whole thing even more intense.
“Is that good? Do you like my fingers, sweetheart?” He asked lowly, and her walls clenched at his dirty, provocative tone. 
She nodded her head, unable to form a coherent sentence. She was drowning in pleasure.
“Use your words. I want you to tell me how good I’m making you feel.”
Whimpering, she parted her lips to speak and took in a shaky breath. “It feels amazing.” She paused, grinding her hips down harder and biting her lip at the intensity. “I love the feeling of your fingers inside of me. So thick and... rough.”
Bucky smiled in satisfaction at her words. His eyes were hazy, not from the effects of the few beers he drank but from sheer arousal at her responsiveness to him. He was enjoying this just as much as she was. 
“Whose fingers do you prefer, mine or your little boy toys in the past?”
It was a question with an obvious answer.
“Yours- fuck.”
The coil in her stomach was coming undone at his dirty words. She was feeling that familiar sensation of her orgasm approaching, her walls tightening around his digits as profanities spilled from her lips. She was so close... but then, he retreated his hand.
She whimpered at the sudden emptiness and the unattained orgasm. She opened her eyes, gauging his expression and was met with a satisfied smirk across his lips. 
He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked, eyes on hers. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen, and when he hummed at the taste of her on his tongue, all she could do was whisper his name. He had the devil in his eyes.
“Why... Why did you stop? I was so close...” She realised how pathetic she sounded but in her unsatisfied and disheveled state, she didn’t really care.
Bucky only chuckled, and reached down to readjust her panties. He covered her up again. “That’ll teach you not to fuck with me.”
She frowned. “You’re just going to stop? After you just-”
He shot her a warning look. “After the stunt you pulled today, did you really think I would reward you with an orgasm?” He released a little laugh, a sinister sound which made goosebumps rise on her skin, that familiar feeling of embarrassment filling her to the brim. He continued. “Silly girl. Take this as punishment for your bad behaviour at dinner today. Hopefully it teaches you a lesson.”
He reached out and stroked her cheek, the motion gentle and tender despite the threat in his words. Somehow, the rejection felt erotic, his blue eyes gazing into hers.
“Another day added to your torment, but don’t worry, sweetheart. Soon, it will all be over.”
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onceuponabarnes · 3 years
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Sweet As Sugar
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summary \\ reader gets stood up for dinner by her father and dadsbestfriend!bucky is there to make sure she’s okay
word count \\ 2.2k
warnings \\ 18+ minors do not interact, smut, fingering, praise kink, age gap relationship (undefined, approx 20 year age gap), unhealthy father-daughter relationship (could be seen as toxic)
disclaimer \\ this whole fic is based on a bad relationship between a father and daughter (reader)
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Your fingers spun the bottle around and around, condensation gathering on your fingertips as it ran down the sides of the glass. A waitress came up to your table once again, a sympathetic expression written all over her face.
“Are you still waiting or would you like to order?” she asked you with a soft smile.
“I’ll take another beer, he might still show up,” you told her weakly, smiling in thanks as she walked away.
The bottle was placed down in front of you and time went on around you. Just as you were about to call it quits for the night and head home, your phone chimed from within your bag.
Dad: Sorry about tonight, honey. I completely forgot. Let’s reschedule?
You couldn’t help the furious pace at which you stormed out of the restaurant, completely disregarding everyone around you as you tried your best to make a swift escape. You bumped into a hard chest, arms immediately flying up to your shoulders to steady you even as you tried to shake them off.
“Calm down, doll. Just me,” the gentle voice crooned above your head. It instantly calmed you, knowing that nothing bad would happen when he was around. “What’s wrong, sugar?”
“Nothin’,” you shrugged, taking a step away from Bucky, away from your father’s closest friend.
“That’s not a face of nothin’, sugar. Don’t go lyin’ to me,” he teased with an honest smile. 
“I was supposed to meet someone here but they never showed up and now I’ve probably missed the last train back home,” you sighed heavily.
“Do you want me to ring your old man? He’s on a date with that new girl of his but I bet he’d come give you a lift,” Bucky offered happily. His face soured when yours dropped instantly at the mention of your father. “It was supposed to be him, wasn’t it?”
Your lack of answer gave Bucky all of the information he needed. His eyes darkened, jaw tensing and rippling under the scruff gathered there. “Buck…” you sighed, not really knowing what to say.
The devolution of yours and your father’s relationship was a point of contention between your father and Bucky. Bucky couldn’t grasp how he was so willing to let you slip through his fingers as he chased whatever new family he could spot on the horizon.
“Come back to mine, doll. We’ll get you some food and some sleep, yeah?” he offered.
You looked between Bucky and the group of friends that you’d seen him roll in with, recognising a few of them from the barbecues and summer parties that Bucky had always been invited to. “You’re more important to me than a few drinks, sugar,” he told you quietly, letting a hand rest on the small of your back for just a second.
It took you another few moments to build up the courage to nod in acceptance of his offer and you stood stock still as you watched him bounce up to his friends and give some sort of explanation as to why he was about to leave the bar he’d just arrived at with a girl almost half his age.
Bucky’s arm was around your shoulder, holding you safely to his side as he let you towards a quieter part of the street so he could call an uber. Once you’d stopped and he’d pulled his phone out, you turned, hiding your face in the front of his shoulder.
“Car’s on its way, sugar,” Bucky hummed into your hair.
“Thanks,” you sniffled, pulling back to scrape your hands under your eyes to remove the tears. “Sorry I ruined your night,” you whispered, craning your neck up to look into Bucky’s eyes.
“Nothin’s ruined if I get to spend time with my favourite girl,” he told you, voice only just loud enough to reach your ears. He pulled your head back into the crook of his neck, perching his own head atop yours. His arms came around your shoulders, holding you close in the cold of the night.
Things between you and Bucky had been strange for a while, especially since your parents had decided to split and your relationship with your father became more and more strained. Bucky and your dad had become close friends when he’d moved into the empty house next door, despite him being several years younger than your father. He’d forever be around the house helping your dad in the garage or the garden or sitting on the patio with an ice cold beer chatting nonsense.
“What you thinkin’ about, sugar?” Bucky asked after a few more moments of silence.
“When you used to sit on our patio with no shirt on in the sun drinking that dishwater you call beer,” you snorted.
“Those were easier times,” he mused. Your hum was all he got in response. 
“You ever think what it would have been like if it were different?” you asked suddenly.
“Different?”
“If I was a little older, if you were a little younger,” you contemplated.
You were saved from Bucky’s response by the car pulling up in front of you. Bucky bundled you into the backseat before sliding in next to you, thanking the driver quickly and quietly as he slammed the door shut and the car took off.
“You can’t say stuff like that, sugar,” Bucky told you as he sat at the other end of the couch.
The short car ride back had been silent, save for Bucky thanking the driver when he’d pulled up in front of the other man’s house. He’d helped you out of your coat and hung your things up by the front door without making so much as a peep.
“What do you mean?” you asked, pulling your knees up.
“Your dad would kill me…” he trailed off, eyes looking anywhere but you.
“Look at where I am, James. Do you honestly think I give a flying fuck about my father’s opinions right now?” you asked him firmly.
“I’m nearly 20 years older than you,” Bucky sighed, sounding pained.
“If I’ve read things wrong, then I’m sorry. Thank you for tonight and for looking out for me and making sure I got somewhere safe. Truly,” you said, resting a reassuring hand on his knee. “I’ll get out of your hair if you want me to,” you offered, already making a move to stand up.
A metal hand around your wrist stopped you from going any further. “You aren’t reading anything wrong,” Bucky told you, and the look in his eye let you know he was being honest. “Can’t have you thinkin’ I’m a creep, sugar,” he smirked.
“For God's sake, Barnes. Will you just kiss me already, then?”
Bucky was over to you in an instant. One hand on the back of the sofa to hold himself up at the weird angle he’d landed in, the other cupping the side of your face carefully. “Ask me again,” he ordered, face so close to yours that you felt his words as well as heard them.
“Kiss me, Buck,” you whimpered, “please.”
Bucky’s lips were soft and sweet over yours, both lips capturing your bottom one and holding you close. As soon as the sweet introduction had started, though, it was over. Bucky’s hand slipped to the back of your head, pressing you closer as his lips pressed harder.
His hand came to your hip, nudging you with him as he rolled back to a seated position on the sofa. You threw a leg over his thighs, sitting yourself on his lap, arms resting on his shoulders as your fingers wound into his hair.
“Remind me why we weren’t doing this sooner,” he groaned into the hot skin of your neck as his lips traversed wherever he could reach.
“Dunno,” you gasped as his teeth nipped over your pulse point. “But don’t stop,” you pleaded.
Your fingers clawed at the fabric of the t-shirt on Bucky’s shoulders, grabbing and pulling as he moved your hips against his thickening bulge. “Off,” you whispered before dropping the fabric completely and wrenching his face out of your neck and guiding his lips back to yours.
The fraction of a second that you had to pull back so that you could wrestle the t-shirt off of Bucky’s torso felt like a millenia. Your hands met his bare chest as his cupped your face. “God,” he panted into your mouth, “you’re so beautiful.”
Bucky’s hands on your waist scrunched your top up under your boobs, before grabbing the hem and guiding it over your head as quickly as he could. His metal hand was cold against your bare skin once he took ahold of you once again, pulling you closer.
You’d kept up the rhythm with your hips that Bucky had started, now desperately grinding against him as your wetness pooled, threatening to soak through the fabric of your panties. “Please, Buck,” you whined into his ear on a long, slow drag over his crotch. “Need you,” you panted.
“I’ve got you, sugar,” Bucky promised, one hand already worming its way into your pants and settling over your clothed core. You couldn’t help but push your hips down and drag them over his palm and fingers, mouth dropping open in a soft moan at the friction. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered into your neck as he kissed up to your lips from your collarbone.
“More,” you begged, pressing down into his palm once again.
Bucky stood the two of you up so quickly that you almost saw stars. By the time your dizziness had subsided, your jeans and panties had been pushed down around your ankles and you were being seated back onto Bucky’s lap.
“So wet for me,” Bucky whispered, teeth grazing over the shell of your ear as his fingers ghosted over your folds.
Before you even got a chance to beg for something, anything, one of Bucky’s thick fingers was gliding its way between your lips before delving inside of you, knuckle deep in less than a second. Your head fell back as a loud moan tumbled from your mouth. “So warm for me, sugar,” Bucky whispered into your ear.
You couldn’t help but keep the pace that your hips had been following for god knows how long. Your hands were planted onto his broad shoulders, knees digging into the plush sofa beneath you as you rode his finger for all it was worth. “More,” you keened into his neck, eyes shut as you mouthed at the soft skin beneath his ear.
Wordlessly, Bucky angled another finger to slip inside of you on your next sink down. You cried out into his neck, biting down onto the skin as your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “That’s it. Such a good girl for me. My best girl,” Bucky cooed into your ear as his free hand gripped onto your hip to encourage your pace even more.
“Need…” you gasped. “I need…”
“Tell me what you need, sugar. Be a good girl and tell me what you need.”
You reached down, taking Bucky’s thumb from where it rested just to the side of your folds and guided it to the tight bundle of nerves at your core. Every rise and fall of your hips pushed his fingers up against your walls and dragged the pad of his thumb over your clit.
“Such a good girl,” Bucky whispered, pressing his thumb up even more so it never lost contact with your clit. “My favourite girl,” he murmured against your flushed cheek. “Come on, sugar, take what you need,” he urged.
You set an almost frantic pace, gripping onto whatever part of Bucky you could reach. You’d left claw marks down his back and flesh arm, left half moons from your nails in the caps of his shoulders. “So close,” you wailed, burying your head into the heat of the crook of his neck, mouthing at the skin there as you bounced and dragged yourself over his fingers.
If the build up was immense, it was nothing compared to the electricity that fired through your body the minute that your climax hit. The knot in the base of your core finally gave out, your legs shaking as you tried to pull yourself over Bucky’s fingers to ride out your high. By the time your moans and cries of pleasure had subsided, your legs were trembling, thighs twitching relentlessly either side of Bucky’s.
“Feel good, sugar?” Bucky asked as he pulled his fingers from between your legs. Before you got a chance to answer, he was pulling the two fingers into his mouth and licking them clean before giving his thumb the same treatment.
“I always knew there was a reason I called you sugar,” Bucky smirked, licking his lips.
“What’s that?” you asked tiredly, already tucked up against Bucky’s shoulder and half asleep.
“You taste so damn sweet.”
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emerald-chaos · 2 years
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had a request for drabble night!! what about dadsbestfriend!bucky where the reader cant fall asleep (maybe she has nightmares?) so she calls bucky & he tells her to come over :) some angsty fluff vibes?
Awh, this is really cute! I like the idea a lot. I changed it just a smidge, but I hope it's still what you wanted 💜. Thank you for requesting!
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Pairing: Dadsbestfriend!Bucky x Avenger!Reader
Warnings: explicit language, PTSD-like themes, canon level violence
Word Count: 1.5k (oops thats not a drabble at all is it 🤦‍♀️)
There were nights you were able to turn them off–the voices and images that plagued your thoughts every time you attempted to rest your eyes. However, it was apparent tonight was not going to be one of those times. Each time you thought you were finally drifting off to sleep, a flash of a memory would fill your vision.
A civilian hurt.
A child crying.
The wreckage of a battle.
Your body jolted out of bed as your chest heaved, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. Tossing off the blankets, you padded into the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face–a desperate attempt to ground yourself. A heavy sigh tumbled from your lips as you leaned over the sink, allowing the water to drip slowly from your face and onto the granite below. You wanted to be able to tell yourself the images weren’t real, that it was all a nightmare–but that wasn’t true.
It was real. You were there. You experienced it to its fullest extent.
No, it wasn’t a nightmare at all. It was a memory.
You couldn’t even be bothered to hang up the towel after drying your face off–instead allowing it to crumple to the floor as you shuffled out of the bathroom. Your body begged you to crawl back in bed but you knew it was no use. As many as you’d experienced over the last few years, you’d thought your body would be more accustomed to the sleepless nights by now. The fatigue still managed to seep into every corner of your body in an attempt to pull you down into the dark pit, but you weren’t quite ready for that yet. There was still a sliver of fight left in you.
Out of the corner of your eye you noticed your next door neighbor’s porch light still illuminating the backyard. A small smile crept onto your face as you pulled a hoodie over your head and slipped on a pair of shoes. The porch light was a bat signal of sorts–one you’d come to know very well.
The signal of the damaged, relatively fucked up insomniacs.
Whenever you moved into your dad’s old place several years ago, you never expected much other than to fix up the place, get his affairs in order, and then try to flip it for a profit. Instead, you ended up settling in and befriending your dad’s old friend who happened to live next door.
Bucky and your dad had been friends for a number of years and he was one of the main reasons your dad even allowed you to work for S.H.I.E.L.D–well, that and the fact that you were a grown woman and he couldn’t make your decisions for you anymore. It made him feel better to know that Bucky was there to keep an eye on you and make sure you were safe.
Bucky had been just that to you for a few years, a coworker, but with the passing of your father and the almost-world-ending circumstances the two of you faced together, you had become rather close to one another. It wasn’t unlike the two of you to sit on his back porch together in the middle of the night–sharing a beer in silence as the two of you ignored the reason why you weren’t getting a restful night’s sleep.
After grabbing two beers from your fridge, you drudged through the yard and let yourself into Bucky’s place through the gate. Walking up to the deck, you saw him sitting there nursing a beer already. A smile spread across your face whenever you noticed that he had already had a beer waiting for you in your normal chair as well.
“What, you set your clock by me now, Barnes?” You joked, moving the beer to sit down and placing the two drinks you’d brought with you on the floor beside the chairs.
Bucky looked over and grinned as he heard your voice. As usual, he looked tired. Dark circles decorated the underneath of his eyes, weeks worth of unshaved stubble lined his jaw, and his chestnut hair was pulled into a small bun at the nape of his neck.
“Was startin’ to think you were gonna stand me up.” Bucky shuffled slightly in his seat, tossing back the rest of his beer before grabbing the one you had brought over for him.
“No such luck, sorry pal.”
Cracking open your own beer, you brought the cool bottle to your lips and welcomed the bitter taste of the liquid into your mouth.
Although the two of you remained unmoving and quiet for what felt like ages, there was something comforting about simply being in Bucky’s presence. It could’ve been his warm demeanor or the way he glanced at you every now and again to study your face and make sure you were okay–but above all, he was someone who understood. Understood better than anyone else the things you had seen and the things you had taken part in.
Being a hero isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, there are benefits and you save lives, but you often don’t talk about the ones you can’t.
“You can’t blame yourself, ya know.” Bucky’s gruff voice cut through the silence, causing you to pull yourself from your mind and look over at him.
“I know that look all too well. It’s not your fault.” Bucky’s soft blue eyes met yours and if you didn’t know any better you could swear you felt like crying on the spot.
“I know that.” You scoffed, looking back down at your beer.
Damn him and his ability to read you like a book.
“Then cut it out.” Bucky’s matter-of-fact attitude about things was one of his less likable qualities.
“Let me get right on that. Oh, wait…would you look at that? I’m cured!” You rolled your eyes and tossed back another swig of beer as Bucky chuckled at your attitude.
“I’m just tryna save you from years of trouble, kid. And therapy, if you can manage to stay out of it. That shit sucks.” Bucky finished his beer and placed the empty bottle on the table beside him.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looked over at you with that same look of soft concern he always had shown for you. The two of you held each other’s gaze for several seconds before you both tore off to stare out into the dark yard in front of you. Somehow, that one look said more than either of you needed to.
“I just don’t know how you do it, Buck.” You finally spoke, sniffling slightly as your nose began to run from the cold, nighttime air. “All the good we do, all the positive things that come out of our jobs, and the only thing my brain wants to focus on is the negative.”
Bucky stared intently at the ground as you spoke, soaking up every word you were telling him.
“Sometimes I wonder if it’s even fuckin’ worth it, you know? Are we even making enough of a difference to warrant all the bullshit?” Finishing your beer, you roughly slammed the bottle down before flipping your hood up onto your head and shoving your own hands in your pockets.
The air was painfully silent for a few moments before you heard a small grunt come from the man beside you. Without you even realizing, Bucky had stepped inside during those few silent moments and grabbed a blanket for you. Your gaze lingered on the blanket outstretched toward you for a moment before looking up to meet his eyes.
“You’re cold. Just put it on.” Bucky shook the material slightly at you, urging you to cover yourself up.
You cleared your throat slightly before reaching out and taking the material from his hands, spreading the blanket out to cover your lap.
“By the way, it is worth it.” Bucky groaned slightly as he slumped back into his chair beside you, sinking down slightly. “It’s gotta be worth it...”
You weren’t looking at him at that moment, but you could tell the last part of that statement was more him trying to convince himself than you. When you looked over at him again, his eyes were trained on his lap where his hands were fiddling with one another. Instead of staying silent and looking back out into the yard, you took the opportunity to stand up and move your chair closer to him. You could feel his eyes on you as you moved and still when you slipped back into your chair with a sigh. Leaning your head over onto his shoulder, you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath.
“Thanks, Bucky.” You exhaled, snuggling into his shoulder as you heard a small chuckle come from beside you. “You always know what to say.”
While that wasn’t entirely untrue, the real truth was that sometimes what needed to be said was actually nothing at all.
Sometimes, you just needed him.
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Honey Girl. The Masterlist.
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Series Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Warnings - smut. age gap (but all legal and consensual). cursing. angst. alcohol consumption.
Author's Note - another idea i've had for so long!! set in a beautiful coastal beach town - picture sunshine, sailing, beaches and your dad's hot best friend. what more could you want?
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Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Seven.
The Playlist.
The Moodboard.
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pinkiebieberpie · 1 year
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dbf!bucky is all you need; he knows you are not a little innocent girl anymore and he wants to show you so many things; relationship with him is both romantic and steamy; you can eat delicious dinner that he made just for you in his apartment and a few hours later you are screaming his name in his bed, cause nobody ever made you feel as good as james; he also takes care of you, texts you sometimes in the middle of your day when you are at work or at university with cute messages "hope you are having a good day at work, baby", "can't wait to see you tonight ❤️", "do you want pasta or sushi for dinner? love you, angel"; he also just gives the best hugs and he is always there for you when you are sad; a lot of cuddles!!! but coming back to that steamy part?? he is so fuckin good with his lips... his lips on your lips? on your breasts?? on your whole body?? everywhere?? oh and that beard between your legs, yeah you can melt and turn into a puddle from that
moodboards + blurbs masterlist
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noctumbra · 2 years
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DISCLAIMER
─ almost all the works linked below are +18. please read the warnings before you read the fic. i won’t be accepting any accusations about the topic i wrote because you skipped the warnings.
─ to get notified for fic updated only, turn on the notifications on for @cuddlewrites​. i will be reblogging only the work i post on here.
─ i only write for bucky barnes, and rarely a couple other sebastian stan characters. 
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PEACHES [completed]
dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader  ─ in which bucky barnes has a secret relationship going on with his best friends’ daughter. 
TRILOGY [completed]
fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which reader and bucky are fuck buddies until they catch feelings and ruin everything.
APPOINTMENTS [completed]
tfatws!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which bucky gets a fuck buddy and rediscovers his body’s needs and himself in the twenty-first century.
HOLY GROUND [on going]
rich!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which they meet one summer, fall in love on the second summer and decide to give this relationship a go on their last summer.
WE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER [completed]
farmer!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which october brings love for bucky with his favorite season surrounding him.
TAKE MY BREATH AWAY [completed]
dilf!neighbor!pornstar!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which your neighbor reveals himself to you and comes with a couple more surprises than you expected.
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─ ONE-SHOTS 
─ HEADCANONS/BLURBS
─ KINKTOBER
─ CHUBBY!BUCKY
─ SUCKTEMBER 
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MASTERLIST VOL. II
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captainsimagines · 2 years
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the warmth of winter || five
Summary: You’re home for the holidays after landing your dream job. When your dad’s old army friend stops by for the month, he makes waves immediately. Your little vacation is disrupted... for better or for worse? Nobody has to know.
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (F) Reader 
Based on the Song: ‘Illicit Affairs’ by Taylor Swift
Mini-Series (5/6)
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Warnings: 18+ ONLY; unprotected sex; oral sex; strong language; suggestive language; angst; minor scene with sexual assault/harassment; exhibitionism kink; age difference kink (Reader is 25, Bucky is 39)
Word Count: 7000+
Author’s Note: Kate Bishop supremacy!!!!!! 
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     “Fuck. You’re really good at that.”
His chest falls in time with your lips, thighs twitching each time you run your tongue back up to toy with his slit, lapping at each bead of pre-come it releases. You bob up and release, stopping to grin at his praise, and you feel a strong sense of pride for your oral skills. You haven’t sucked that many dicks in your lifetime — Bucky’s just got a cock that fits perfectly in your mouth and is fun to suck. 
“You know, my mouth has gotten me in a lot of places,” you tease, making sure to catch his eye as you swipe from the bottom of his cock all the way up, making sure to run your tongue at the velvety smooth glans. Bucky moans loudly and without worry of others overhearing. The house is empty, it’s early in the morning, and in all honesty, he can’t think about anything else other than the tight heat of your mouth and the smoothness of your tongue. You continue, “VIP, jail, Zac Efron’s bedroom, an electric chair in a haunted house, the Law Offices of Coulson and Hill—”
“VIP?”
“That’s the one you question?”
Bucky chuckles and leans his head back in the chair. It’s become the chair for oral sex. He’s eaten you out about seven times on this chair, and this is the second time you’re blowing him. You made it a main effort to make sure your dad or anyone else doesn’t sit in that chair. You don’t know what the hell you’re going to do for the party but you figure it’s best to just… let it be. 
Bucky loves the way you take care of him. Your touch is grounding, laden with purpose, soft with each caress. Bucky has become desperate for it, like a drug that gets his heart beating erratically, that he begs and pleads. And once you comply, touching his skin and igniting the fire, or sucking him down into the wet heat of your perfect mouth, Bucky disappears into shambles. He tries hard not to lift his hips or push your head down. He has self-control, don’t get him wrong, but you talk yourself up while you do it, asking him if he’d love to see you fucked to tears. And Bucky does. He really, wholly and irrevocably, does. 
Bucky whimpers and grips the arms of the couch, fingernails digging in until the sound of fabric ripping erupts. He looks once, and is about to voice his mistake, when you bob your head back up and suck him particularly hard. Bucky ruts upward involuntarily, cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. You pull off him and take a deep breath. Bucky opens his mouth to apologize but you quickly move upward, sitting in his lap and sloppily kissing him. 
Slipping your hand in between your rolling bodies, you guide his cock to your dripping pussy, and slide down. The push, the sting, the sheer girth of Bucky never gets old. You start bouncing, brutal and fast, matching Bucky’s thrusts upward. He holds your waist to provide you some relief, but it’s a lost cause. The feeling of his cock splitting you open makes you hungry; it drives you to fuck yourself down and angle your hips precisely so his cockhead hits that sweet spot inside of you. 
Bucky is so fucking close, teetering right there on that familiar edge of heaven and hell. “Oh, fuck!”
You try to say his name, or anything that might sound like it, but your throat closes as it strains with all the high-pitched screams it threatens to release. Bucky’s cock is so deep, his lips are attacking your neck, his hands snake down until they grip your asscheeks and— Bucky smacks your ass. 
The scream erupts from the lowest depths of your chest, an announcement to the world. You clench around him, blushing when Bucky makes a content noise. He smacks you again, rubs the area and grips hard, then smacks you again and again. 
“Oh, shit! Shit,” is what fumbles out of your mouth, strangled. 
Tingles erupt throughout him, starting from his toes and beyond. He’s so close, almost there—
Your phone rings nearby on the coffee table. 
“Leave it,” you manage to crack. Bucky looks over your shoulder and squints, trying hard to read the name on the screen. He feels an overwhelming boost of glee when the name that shows up is Brock. 
Bucky halts your hips and holds you to his chest. He easily lifts himself and your body from the lounge chair, bends slightly to pick up the phone, and holds it up to your face. 
You huff in annoyance, tears springing to your eyes from the frustration of not coming. You figure it’s payback from the other day. Edging is only enjoyable when doing it to another person or consenting to it beforehand. “Don’t pick up the—“
Bucky answers the call. 
‘Merry Christmas!’
You roll your eyes and glare at Bucky. He’s got this lovely line of sweat on his upper lip and you just want to lick it off.
“Merry Christmas, Brock. Hope your morning’s good.” You’re surprised by how steady your voice is. You can still feel that teasing, tight coil at the base of your stomach but Rumlow’s voice is mellowing it out. 
‘It’s great! I was just calling to see if you wanted to get lunch?’
Bucky takes the opportunity to place the phone down, steady, on one of the chair’s arms. Then, before you can protest, he grips your hips and fucks you deep. Your jaw goes slack as his cock hits that spot perfectly each time. 
“I’m—” You have to stop early on in the sentence so you can bite your lip. “I don’t, don’t, think I c-can today.”
Bucky looks so pleased. Smug fucking smile on his face, then look of pure fucking bliss when your pussy squeezes from base to tip. 
‘You okay? You sound out of breath.’
Fuck it. You don’t care anymore. You’re so close to coming and you’re going to make Bucky pay for it. You bounce rapidly and roll your hips, the little voice in the back of your head praying the slapping sounds don’t travel through the phone’s microphone. “I’m okay. Just… ah, just on a run with… uh!, with Wanda and she’s beating me to death.”
‘Oh, okay! For a minute it sounded like you were having sex.’
You’re coming. A loud cry almost shatters your phone speaker but Bucky quickly slaps his palm over your mouth. Bucky continues slamming into you, a hard frown etched on his face. He wants to fuck you while Rumlow unknowingly listens in. But he doesn’t want Rumlow knowing how you sound when you climax. It’s a fine line, but he chooses the latter. His hand catches every broken whimper and shout. 
You go limp but still have the brain to end the call rudely before you expose any more of your private life to an annoying coworker. Bucky holds you tightly against his chest and fucks you hard, reveling in the constant wails your lungs expel because of the over sensitivity. Soon his thighs are trembling uncontrollably and the coil at the base of his spine unravels. He shoots hot white stripes of come deep inside of you, your pussy clenching around him involuntarily. It’s second nature at this point, you guess. 
“Fuck,” Bucky drags out. Everything is hot and sticky; both of you look absolutely debauched. Bucky trails needy kisses down your chin and to your neck. It’s his favorite thing to do after you both climax. That, and watch how his come leaks down the sides of his cock that’s still buried deep inside you. He moves in and out a couple more times, hissing from the sensitivity, to fuck his come back into you. 
He takes a second to thank anyone who had a hand in creating birth control because it allows him to fuck you raw. 
“That was dangerous…” you finally comment. You pinch Bucky’s nipple. He yells in discomfort. “You hear me?”
Bucky chuckles low, then smirks. “Alright, alright.”
“Dangerous,” you repeat. “And irresponsible.”
“I hear ya,” Bucky acknowledges, but his lips go back to the skin of your neck. 
“It’s a dangerous fuckin’ kink we have.”
“Mm.”
You sigh and rest your forehead to his metal shoulder. It provides a nice cold distraction. “Are you listening to me?”
Bucky nods slowly, then hooks his index finger under your chin so he can look at you. “Listening. Comprehending. You should play with my tits more. Think I’d come in under a minute if you do.”
You want to be mad at him. It was a stupid decision to take that call. Rumlow definitely suspects something now. But Bucky just asked you to play with his tits more often and it makes you cackle until you’re out of breath. 
Bucky laughs along with you. “Is that a yes?”
It’s a yes, but you can only respond by laughing even harder. 
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    The rest of your morning is free: the last time you and your dad opened presents the second you got out of bed was before you left for college. Now, the presents are merely added decorations under the tree. They’ll be open by midnight tonight. 
Clint glares at you as you throw open the door. “I wish I was completely deaf because of you.”
“Wooo, dark much?” you smile, then throw your hands in the air and exclaim, “Merry Christmas to all!”
Clint stops what he’s doing. It seems like a big order but by the look on his face, a half-serious one at that, you figure he’s going to drop some bad news. “Sam’s out back helpin’ Pietro with some packages so I’m gonna make this quick,” Clint says, and clears his throat dramatically. “If you ever, and I mean ever, make me have to listen to you getting absolutely fucking pounded to the depths of hell again, I will murder you myself.”
Your eyes widen impossibly wide and you look around the store just in case a nearby customer overheard that. 
“What? Checkin’ to see if I’m exposin’ your business with others? Nope, I’m considerate.”
“Clint, oh my fucking god! I’m so sorry!”
“Are you really? Because Pietro and I only had so many Christmas songs on our playlists.”
You shush him and run up to the counter. Clint stands, confident, his lips tugging upward as he watches you grovel. “Did anyone else hear?”
“You mean did anyone else hear Bucky Barnes call you ‘sweetheart’ and talk about how your pussy is only his? Nope!”
You shout, “Did you stand outside the bedroom?”
Clint throws his head back and talks with the force of his entire chest. “Of course I stood outside the bedroom! Who the fuck do you think I am?”
“Clint!”
“I had to send a snippet to Wanda! She bet on vanilla and I said ‘fuck that’!, Bucky Barnes doesn’t do vanilla.”
“I—I…”
“Oh, you’re speechless? I’m never gonna let this go, by the way. You’re an exhibitionist!”
You cover your whole face with your hands. The gloves you're wearing have a little ice on them and the cold shocks you. But you deserve it. “Clint!”
Clint cackles and walks to the backroom, doing whatever the hell he was doing before he uprooted your soul. You stand at the counter for a few minutes, trying to focus on the sounds out back or through the walls. Shit, you think. I gotta get a new kink.
“Why is Clint laughing like an evil scientist out there?” Sam asks as he lugs in a box full of white roses. “Merry Christmas, by the way.”
You mumble a half-hearted ‘Merry Christmas’ back. “Clint’s just being Clint.”
Sam squints and his mouth parts like he’s going to ask again, but he changes the subject. Now you really wish he would have asked more about Clint’s weird behavior. “So how you really doin’?”
You know Sam’s wondering why you haven’t tried to personally catch up with him. A conversation between four people isn’t really enough. Sam’s one of your best friends as well as a father-figure, and you’ve avoided him like ice on the road. “Fine. Job’s going great! Made a lot of new friends! Granted, they’re all sort of coworkers more than friends but—”
“Cut the shit. Tell me what’s really going on.”
Again, you look around the room. Your heart drops just a smidge in your chest, landing somewhere above your stomach and a little to the right. “...Sam?”
“I’ve known you since you were born. I listened to you bitch about high school boys and college boys until your tongue went dry.” Sam also looks around the room. He’s at least more considerate than Clint. But this feels more personal than what Clint announced. Sam looks severely serious. “Who is it?”
Your face must do something telling because Sam’s expression drops just a little, then he just looks somber. “Sam, you gotta know, it’s different with him.”
“Is it?”
“It is.”
Sam looks up to the ceiling, weighing his options. He could go and kill Bucky, but then he’d be killing his best friend. He could excuse Bucky, but then he’d be excusing the guy who slept with his best friend’s daughter. “When you spoke about work, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. When you babbled away about why Hollywood needs to stop making remakes, he listened to each word. And when you stood up to leave, he followed you right out…” Sam trails off. He eyes the ceiling instead of you still, like he can’t put it into words either. “Why him?”
Sam isn’t angry — you’d be able to tell in an instant if he was. But he does look disappointed, and it isn’t an emotion you ever want to see from him again. 
“I just met him. And it just… sort of happened.”
Sam huffs, and rubs a hand down his face. “But I’ve known him my whole life. He’s my brother and it’s not the greatest feeling in the world knowing he’s with someone who’s practically my daughter.”
“I’m not your daughter.”
“You don’t get it—”
“No, I don’t. Why the hell am I prevented from finding happiness because it makes you uncomfortable?” Your voice raises in volume just a little. 
“He’s fifteen years older than you.”
“So what? I’m twenty-five years old! I’m not some stupid little kid!”
Sam recoils at that. “But even when you’re forty and we’re sixty, you’re still gonna be our little girl!”
You huff, “That sounds like a personal problem.”
Sam catches the words before they escape. He can’t argue with you. He won’t argue with you. He responds, gently, “I’m only trying to reason with you. Bucky’s older, he’s lived a whole lifetime before you.”
You shake your head and start to back up. “He makes me happy.”
“So can other guys. Your age…”
This is exactly what you didn’t want. Because even if Bucky talks about how great it’s going to be to finally be able to hold hands in public back in New York, you’d still be fronted with this reality. It was impossible to think that anyone else would find this normal at the same time you didn’t. But still, staring at Sam and hearing his reasoning doesn’t stop you from realizing the gravity of his words. “I’m never gonna gain independence from you guys, huh?”
Sam needs to sit down. The thing is, Sam is a person who processes things externally. His face doesn’t hide any of his emotions, his hands speak for themselves, and his actions definitely speak louder than words. He clutches at his chest like you’ve actually punched a whole through his heart. “Don’t say that.”
“But that’s just it, isn’t it? I know the people that I love because you were friends with them or their families first. I have my dream job because you had connections. And I only know Bucky because he saved my dad’s life.”
Sam is silent. 
Your shoulders crumble but you lift your head high. “I am asking to be taken seriously. I know what I want. And I want him. It’s crazy but it works.”
“And if it doesn’t work out? We just have to navigate around it like that one show… ‘Friends’?”
It’s a weird comparison, but you know what Sam means. If it didn’t work out between you and Bucky, there wouldn’t be a way to cope with the outcome. Your family is his family. Your friends are his friends. “… yeah.”
“Sam! Another truck load,” Pietro announces, peeking his head around the corner. He studies the scene before him. Sam sits silently, hands intertwined in his lap with his head hanging while you’re almost out the front door. Pietro doesn’t dig further. “I’ll be out back.”
Sam twiddles with his fingers for a while longer. He stares at the floor and his eyes move like he’s reading invisible script. Finally, with a heavy sigh and a warning look, he says, “I hope you’re right.”
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    The party, suffice to say, is a hit. All the next door neighbors drop by for a drink or two, converse with everyone they recognize from their front lawns, and pig out on the food Wanda spent hours cooking. It’s a small community gathering, but the added details of holiday decorations and holiday music blasting through the speakers seems to brighten everyone’s spirits. 
Pietro and Sam are in the middle of a very serious arm wrestling match while Clint and Bucky are enjoying their drinks by the Christmas tree, arguing about some football game from god knows when. You enjoy your drink at the counter, sipping occasionally and greeting anyone who comes up to you. You know you’re the host and you should be the one making the rounds, but you don’t have the energy. Not after your chat with Sam. It took you twenty minutes to put on your outfit. Your dad prides himself on keeping this a casual occasion, and you’ve never been one to argue with that. You wear simple leggings and a knit sweater that reaches your knees, boots and a necklace to compliment the look. Kate’s the only one who really tries to look her best all the time — she’s got the tallest fucking heels on right now. You remind yourself to congratulate her later for taking three shots and for continuing to stand in those things. 
“Have we met?”
Sparks shoot up your spine and you catch yourself before you literally fall into his arms. Instead, you turn in your seat and smirk up at him. He’s so devastatingly beautiful with those blue-gray eyes and the dimple in his chin. 
“I don’t believe we have,” you tease. Your acting skills could use a little practice, but it’s got Bucky playing along. 
“Really? It’s taken me this long to notice you? Blame is all on me, doll.”
Bucky sits beside you and knocks his knees with yours. “Glad you finally came to your senses.”
His eyes crinkle and your own fill with pointless, happy tears as the pulling sensation in your stomach stretches all throughout your body. He doesn’t notice, though. Thank goodness because that would be embarrassing to explain. 
“Enjoying the party, though?”
You shrug and take a sip of your drink. “It’s the same every year. I like seeing everyone again. I don’t enjoy every second as much as my dad,” you enunciate, pointing at your dad across the room. He’s talking rapidly, hands moving as much as his mouth, and the neighbors soak it all up. “But I like having one new guest here.”
“Mm, Brock?”
You kick his shin. Bucky hisses and reaches down to rub the now-forming bruise. “Damn, doll! A joke!”
“Oh, you’re making jokes about it now?”
Bucky gives you this look: a look that says ‘fucking finally’ and ‘of course I’m making jokes about this now’. He’s glad you’re finally seeing the fucked up situation for what it is. He looks around before reaching across his lap to yours. He holds your left hand with his own, metal appendages smoothing the soft creases of your knuckles. “He won’t bother you back home. I promise you that.”
“I work with him, Bucky.”
“He’s getting fired, kid. No doubt about it. I’ve already told Sam and he called Tony this morning.”
“Are you serious?” you ask, pulling your hand back. Bucky takes the action negatively. His face lightly crumbles, but he quickly fixes it. You didn’t mean for that to look bad — but now it’s real… Tony Stark loves firing people. Even people at his wife’s company. 
“... Did I overstep? If I did something bad—”
“No. I just… emails go ignored usually. HR is shit. But Tony fucking Stark…”
“Tony fucking Stark.”
You hoist yourself out of the chair and pull Bucky’s hand to follow. You lead him to the empty hallway, away from the ruckus, and stop just by the backdoor. The chill from outside hits your legs but it’s suffocated by the warmth of Bucky Barnes, who “gently” slams you against the wall and attacks your lips. 
“Can’t keep it in your pants?” Bucky breathes, hot air intermingling with the small gasps you’re releasing. 
“Humor me.”
Bucky practically growls, low and hot, hungry for whatever you’re offering. The music somewhat masks the noises of your lips connecting, providing temporary solace from the world just around the corner. The secrecy still sparks something within you, getting you off in more ways than one. But now you’re thinking of too many things at the same time as Bucky pulls you closer: the smell of his cologne lingers, his taste is addictive and you find that you crave it whenever he isn’t around, and his skin is so soft, even the parts filled with stubble. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Bucky pulls away. You whimper your displeasure, and Bucky smiles against your cheek. 
“I like that it’s not snowing heavily. It’s the first Christmas where the snow is just… modest.”
“What?” You shake yourself from the numbness and snap back into the room you’re in. You turn your head to look out the window. Bucky’s right, it’s not snowing heavily yet. The window doesn’t even have frost creeping up the sides. “Never into the White Christmas aesthetic?”
“No, I love it. Think it’s just better this way. More gentle. Like a snowglobe.”
“I had this one snowglobe growing up. Little thing with Spider-Man in the middle, clutching onto the side of the Empire State Building like King Kong. But instead of snow it was glitter.” You giggle as Bucky’s stubble tickles the side of your face. “Think I packed it away and accidentally donated it.”
Bucky looks at you almost surprised, but he doesn’t voice it. Instead, he chuckles then looks down to his feet. “What a coincidence.”
“Huh?”
Bucky mutters something else under his breath, but you don’t quite hear it. “Nothing, kid. I’ll leave first and you walk in after a minute?”
“Give me more than that. I want to enjoy the gentleness of Christmas by the window.”
Bucky shoves your shoulder lightly and walks backward on his way out. “Don’t insult my adjectives.”
You roll your eyes, a gesture he promptly returns. You hoist yourself up on a nearby counter so you have a better view. The streets are the faintest white. The stars are glowing in sync with the colorful ones hanging from porches and trees. Without Bucky here the cold air from the slit underneath the backdoor makes you shiver.
“Hey, I thought I heard you over here!”
Forcing yourself to look away from the beauty of the outside, you offer Rumlow a thin smile. “Hey, Brock.”
“It’s freezing. Why don’t you come back to this side of the party?” He hoists himself up onto the same counter and sits as close as possible. His body heat isn’t the same as Bucky’s. Nothing is the same. His knees don’t even align with yours correctly. 
“I’m enjoying the snow.”
“Ugh, snow is only good for the first few minutes, then it just gets dirty and black once it’s been sitting in the street for over an hour.”
“Well, I like it,” you mumble, turning to look outside again. You hear Rumlow huff a sigh, but he doesn’t argue. You two sit there awkwardly, party noises and music in the background, both just staring at the snow falling.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Your chest locks uncomfortably. “Mm-hmm.”
“Why don’t you like me?”
“What?” You blink at him, wondering if you heard right. Is Brock Rumlow finally understanding your messages? 
“I’m not an idiot. I know you don’t like me. I just want to know why and what I can do to change that.”
This guy makes you sigh like crazy. “Brock, it’s not that I don’t like you. It’s that I don’t like you that way.” 
“Was it something I did or said?”
You huff another big breath of air, watching as the cold swirls its warmth into its grip. “Brock, I’ve turned you down a number of times. And then you just… show up at my home, unannounced, and uninvited. Do you get how that’s weird?”
“I thought it was romantic. You know, like… holiday movie shit.”
“But Brock…” You can feel the shivers crawling up your spine as your throat clenches. It’s there, about to spill from your cold lips, and before you can reel it back in it slips. “It’s creepy.”
“... What?”
“And I know it's a cliche thing that women say to get men off their backs, but I’ve got a boyfriend.” You hop off the counter and try to create more space between the two of you, but he just mimics your movements. Soon he’s standing over you, towering.
“No, you don’t. Stop lying.”
“Brock—”
His hand snakes its way up your arm, clutching harshly beneath your armpit. You can immediately feel the bruises forming; Rumlow’s nails don’t provide solace either. “So you led me on?”
Your eyes widen, eyebrows furrowing in both anger and confusion. “Let go of me.”
Rumlow scoffs and holds on tighter. He’s pinching a nerve and it’s sending numb shocks down the rest of your arm. He’s holding your punching arm, and even though Captain Rogers taught you to swing with both, you’re completely frozen. It’s like your brain is screaming for you to protect yourself, but your body is immobile. 
“Brock, we’re not a couple.”
“You don’t think I know that? That’s why I’ve been trying to—”
“Stop trying. Please.” You hope your fear shows through your eyes. If anything, you hope that one emotion is enough to get him off of you. Because (and fuck, you really shouldn’t be finding excuses right now), Rumlow has never once presented himself as someone without a heart. 
You’re not fighting to get out of his grip. Just waiting. And that’s when Rumlow huffs and pulls you into his chest while walking the both of you into a wall, crashing his lips on yours. He’s brutal and his lips are chapped, sloppy and careless. He palms your waist like he’s searching for skin, which is impossible considering you’re wearing layers upon layers. It isn’t until his lips slide down the corner of your chin and his palms find your breasts that your mind turns back on, still shocked, but clear enough for you to voice your outrage. 
“Get off of me!” you scream. You push against him harder, but he slots his thigh in between yours. His grip is rough, hurtful, and when his fingers pinch through your bra, tears spark in the corner of your eyes. “Get off!”
It’s Kate who comes running around the corner, almost tripping on her heels, and her eyes scan the room before landing on you. All she sees is you pinned underneath a man who is not Bucky Barnes, and she releases this loud growl that would scare all prey within her sight. Other people come filing in behind her, but you can’t focus on them — no — not when Kate practically flings herself across the room and tackles Rumlow to the floor, fists flying and nails ripping skin. There are hands fluttering around your face, little ones, and others fluttering near your chest. It’s Wanda and Pietro, but you’re too distracted by Kate tearing Rumlow apart to listen to them.
“What is going on?” Sam yells, bursting through the crowd of unimportant neighbors, Clint and Bucky following. Sam takes one look at you, and then at Kate pummeling Rumlow who can’t fight for shit, and his face contorts in a way you’ve never seen it do. 
Sam and Clint struggle to pull Kate off of Rumlow. She kicks and punches the air and screams for them to put her down. Rumlow groans loud, turns his head to the side, and spits blood onto the floor. Upon hearing him do that, Kate makes the most unladylike sound and spits on him. 
There are new hands fluttering over your face. They look familiar. There are hands on your face. They’re gentle and caress the correct areas. The hands are Bucky’s.
“What did he do?” Bucky’s asking, voice wavering and frightened. He keeps repeating the same question but you can’t answer him. You don’t know what happened. One minute Rumlow’s professing his love in his own fucked up way and the next he’s bruised and bloodied on the floor. 
“Why’d I even bother, huh?” Rumlow spits as he tries to stand slowly. Kate has finally stopped thrashing but she spits at Rumlow again. All he does is smirk at her and wipe it off his cheek. “My intentions were clear. Always were! I’m a nice guy!”
Bucky rounds on him, eyes wide, fists clenching and unclenching. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“He was assaulting her! He was kissing and touching her and she was screaming at him to stop!” Kate yells. Sam has to hold her with both arms wrapped around her waist when Clint abandons his post to stomp toward Rumlow. 
Clint storms the few feet of space and pushes Rumlow hard in the chest. Rumlow connects to the wall, head banging hard. “You touched her? Am I hearin’ that fuckin’ right?”
“Stop,” you finally say, catching the attention of only a few. Everyone else’s eyes are on the pair sizing each other up. “Brock, leave.”
“He touched you?” Bucky’s voice cracks by his last syllable. He’s at war with his body: one half begs him to re-tackle Rumlow and have him meet his maker while the other half tries to calm the feeling of literally every single one of his ribs cracking under the pressure of seeing you hurt. 
You nod, eyes still locked on Rumlow. He wears a satisfied grin, even as he wipes blood from under his nose. 
In the corner of the room you vaguely see Pietro holding his hands to your dad’s chest. Everyone is on edge, ready to pounce and break a few more noses. The neighbors who have no direct connection to the brawl start to file out. The party’s over whether they like it or not. You almost want to apologize for ruining Christmas, but the thought is ridiculous and it takes no longer than a second for you to realize that. 
“You still didn’t get the message? Even with her screaming at you to stop? She said no, Rumlow,” Bucky seethes. He’s containing himself pretty well but your head is starting to pound and you just want everyone to stop. 
“A second date! That’s all I ever wanted!”
Bucky reels back. “Are you fucking serious right now?” 
“Bucky—” you interrupt, but he continues peeling the layers off Rumlow, exposing him as the predator he always was. 
“When a woman says no, it means no! When anyone says no, it means no! You’re so fucking delusional that you didn’t realize she’s been rejecting you for a straight year?”
“Bucky, I said stop,” you try again. Why hasn’t anyone just opened the door and kicked Rumlow out on his ass yet?
Bucky smiles while shaking his head at Rumlow, but it isn’t a kind one. It’s one of those gestures that says you’ve got three seconds to run before I either kill you with my argument skills or my fists. “She doesn’t want you.”
“What do you care, man? You’re not her boyfriend, are ya?”
Bucky steps closer. He’s not in Rumlow’s face, but he’s getting there, and the whole crowd senses it. “She said leave.”
Rumlow scans Bucky’s face, confused, until it all suddenly falls into place. Like that, Rumlow has a lightbulb going off over his head and grease for the fire. “That little slut,” he laughs, enunciating every word. 
Just like that, Bucky loses the fight between calm and loss of control. Rumlow has barely pushed out the derogatory term when Bucky lunges. 
“Buck— stop! Buck!” Sam yells. He has a hold of Bucky’s metal arm while Clint pulls back the other. Kate just looks happy to be let go, but she doesn’t lunge for Rumlow again. She’s had her fun and she firmly believes it’s Bucky’s turn. But Rumlow stands there confident, unharmed. 
“Really? Him?” Rumlow exclaims, pointing at Bucky. Bucky struggles to free himself from Sam and Clint’s hold. You hope they can overpower him — you don’t want to know what that metal arm can do.
You swallow hard. Everyone is staring. Every single person. You’re surrounded in a room with your loved ones and they’re all witnessing the unraveling of something you weren’t ready to lose. Not yet. “Brock. Leave.”
“You’re fucking him?”
The breath catches in your throat as Rumlow reveals the truth. There’s no point in denying it. Bucky’s face is inflamed with such an anger that no other person can match. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
Rumlow cackles and throws his arms up in the air. He turns in place, smiling at everyone who’s watching him. “Ridiculous!”
“Bumblebee?”
Your dad’s voice cracks as he finally speaks from the back. He stares, hurt, confused.
“Dad—”
“That’s right! Barnes and this little slut have been fucking behind your back, dad! I knew there was something going on between you two! No one his age is friends with a hot piece of ass like you for nothing. Isn’t this just great?”
“Brock! Fucking leave!” you scream, lips trembling and hands shaking. You struggle with all emotion — the embarrassment, the anger, and the guilt are all mixing into a dangerous combination. “Now!”
Wanda and Kate are inches away, debating on interfering again. And when Rumlow steps closer, they stand in front of you. 
Rumlow snickers and repeats, “Why’d I even bother?”
“Why’d you even bother,” you state, lips pressed into a thin line as you size him up. You’re not scared of him anymore — you have plenty of eyewitness accounts to help corroborate your story at work. Pepper’s sure to fire Rumlow now. 
Bucky seems to have calmed down, but Sam and Clint are still holding him back. You risk a glance at him, and he’s already looking at you. 
“Guess I’ll take my leave then. Merry Christmas,” Rumlow mocks a bow, then heads for the back door. “You can go back to fuckin’ your cripple behind your family’s back after I—”
He doesn’t get to finish. You practically float to the door, numb, and punch him straight in the nose. He reels back in pain, yelling obscenities as blood pours dramatically from his nostrils. The whole room erupts. 
Kate cradles your purpling hand as she pushes you deeper into the house. You vaguely register Sam and Clint pushing Rumlow out the door, Bucky nowhere in sight. Your dad is to your right, Wanda snaps her fingers in front of your face, and Kate is already icing your hand. 
Sounds blur until one rings out above all the others. 
“Doll? Oh my god. Hey.”
Bucky replaces Kate’s hand for his metal one. Immediately, your senses start functioning as one again. “You with me, doll?”
You nod. “Is he gone?”
“He’s gone. Are you okay?”
“I’m good. I—” Your breath picks up as you look around the room for your dad. He’s standing at the other side, close enough so he can make sure you’re okay, but distant and cold. “Dad.”
He only shakes his head, looking down at his feet. Again, you try to speak but he holds up his hand. Slowly, quietly, he asks, “How long?”
“Dad, no. Not here.”
“How. Long.”
The rest of the room quiets. 
Quietly, you say, “About three weeks.”
Your dad sucks in a quick breath, obviously not expecting it. He did the math quickly: there’s no denying. 
“You slept with my daughter?”
Bucky’s face falls somber, the corners of his mouth turning down. “We were gonna tell you.”
“When?” 
Bucky has no answer. 
Your dad looks to the ceiling. “I invited you into my home. And for the past three weeks, you’ve been sneaking behind my back. Like I was some idiot.”
“Dad—”
“Did he pressure you?”
Your eyes go wide. “No! Nothing like that!”
“Then you did this on purpose? Anyone else in the world and you chose him!”
He’s never screamed at you before. Not when you marked up the kitchen cabinets with a sharpie, not when you were brought home in the back of a police car for tagging a nearby building, not even when you stayed out all night as a teenager. But now he’s screaming, more disappointed than angry, and it’s breaking your heart. 
Bucky says your dad’s name gently, like he’s about to explain himself, but your dad cuts him off. “You don’t get to speak.”
Someone in the room shuffles their feet and it reminds you you’re not alone. He continues, “And to hear about it from a stranger—”
“Dad, please. I promise we meant to tell you.”
Your dad shakes his head, grim. “Don’t.” He looks at you solemnly, nods to the rest of the group, and pushes through to climb the steps and to his room. No one speaks until you hear the sound of the knob clicking. 
“Doll, I’m so sorry—” Bucky starts, moving to grab you but you side step him. 
“I told you to leave Brock alone. You didn’t listen.”
“I—” Bucky tries, but ultimately knows you’re right. “I know.”
“You ignored me. You ignored me and Brock saw an opportunity. What did you think was gonna happen if you hurt him? That he’d shut up? Not guys like him, Bucky. Never guys like him.”
“I didn’t know what I was doing,” Bucky admits.
“No, you didn’t. You did exactly what Brock did. You ignored me.” It’s a rightful jab, and it hurts like hell going down. You look down at your hand: your knuckles are purple, your fingers tremble, and there’s a small cut on the knuckle under your index finger. You turn your hand over and strangely enough, the color strikes you as the most important detail. Indigo. Like a tainted reminder of something you fought for but didn’t win. Just like the book, when Galen would ignore Hester’s pleas of letting her do things her own way, Bucky copies.  
“I think you should go.”
“What?” Bucky chokes out. He isn’t expecting that response. It seems no one was, because Wanda gasps quietly and pulls Kate away. Sam and Clint stay where they are, however. 
“I’ll talk to you later. But I can’t have you here. Not when my dad is like this. You can’t be here.”
“Let’s talk about this now,” Bucky begs. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he settles for fumbling with the zipper on his jacket. “I can fix this, kid. We’ll talk about this and see where we go from here—”
“Don’t call me kid.”
Bucky’s legs go cold. “I’m sorry.”
You look away. “I know we both made this mess. But I have to clean this side of it. And to do that, I need you to go.” The words taste funny as you say them. Everything inside of you is screaming for Bucky. Only Bucky.
Sam leads Bucky outside, and Bucky follows without protest. 
There’s nothing really deafening about silence. The world doesn’t stop just because Bucky’s internal monologue needs a few moments to construct a thought. It continues to spin on, selfishly, noises boisterous. He’s silent, the people around him are silent, but Bucky’s mind is foggy and there’s a definite ringing in his ears. Nothing is deafening about this silence. 
Bucky covers his face and scrubs at his eyes. “Fuck,” he mumbles, softly at first. His voice cracks even though he doesn’t mean it to. “Fuck!”
Sam watches Bucky pace the sidewalk, head in his hands. He wants to say ‘I told you so’, but he’s not heartless. There’s no reason to throw more grease onto the flame. “Buck…”
Bucky makes a noise that shatters Sam’s heart. Sam has to look away, and he breathes out slowly. It’s cold, and he knows Bucky doesn’t like the cold — makes his shoulder stiff — so he tries to coax Bucky into his car. Bucky struggles, fights, but ultimately gives up when he sees that Sam is serious. They drive to Sam’s hotel and even then, in the silence of the one-bedroom, Bucky still doesn’t speak. 
He doesn’t think he can. He wants to go back and apologize, to both you and your dad, but he can’t get his feet moving again. He figures it’s pointless anyhow — Sam would block the door if he tried. He can vaguely hear him on the phone. He doesn’t ponder who he’s discussing this horrible night with. 
Bucky turns over on the hotel bed, hides his face in the pillow, and closes his eyes.
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buckydeniro · 2 years
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excuse any mistakes, i’m drunk and wanted to put a dbf!bucky oneshot out
dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader
“What do you think you are doing?” you whispered hissed at the long haired brunette standing before you. Smirking, leaning against the kitchen island Bucky tilts his head, “What do you mean?”
You roll your eyes, exasperated. “You!” Checking your surroundings before whisper yelling the next part, which Bucky decides to chuckle at, fully amused at your over careful behavior. “touching me and stuff!”
“And stuff?” He asks amused, the smirk turning into a grin on his face which causes you to squint your eyes at him. “You are not being subtle, Barnes. Or careful!”
He groans, throwing his head back before looking back at you, adoration in his eyes. “Careful is no fun. Besides..” He moves closer towards you, your breath hitching at the close proximity. “You can act all you want like you are bothered by it but really..” He moves even more closer towards you and your back straightens up, causing him to once again smirk. “You can act like you don’t like it.” His voice now forms into a whisper. “But really, you just don’t know what to do when i, um, what’s the word..” The smirk on his face turning even more devilish. “Get under your skin..you no longer have control..when I make you unable to function.”
Your breath was caught in your throat and he knew it.
“I-“ You begin. “Huh?” He fires back immediately. “I-“ He cuts you off with another “Huh?”
“You’re wrong.” You state matter of fact, trying your best to sound confident and like he wasn’t absolutely correct. He tries to hide his smile at your response, holding back a chuckle.
“Hmm. Okay, sweet pea. If you say.”
“Buck! The game is back on!” You hear your fathers voice yell out and Bucky maintains eye contact with you, grabbing two beers off the counter, yelling back, “On my way, Steve!”
He looks back at the counter and grabs an extra beer, popping the top off and handing it to you. “Come join us.” He lifts his own bottle to his lips, speaking before taking a sip. “Father and daughter time is very important.”
“I fucking swear-“ You try to begin but he yells out at your dad once more, walking backwards into the living room with a wink. “Alright, on my way! Got caught up. The kitchen is a very tempting place.”
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You’re sick of inexperienced boys not helping you finish during sex. During your frustration outburst, you spill everything to your dad’s best friend Bucky, who then agrees it should be a crime and shows you how a real man makes love to a woman.
The Outburst
We’re keeping Dad’s Best Friend! Bucky Fridays going!! Thank you so much for this one Margo, I loved it so much and I can’t wait to write the rest! 💗 I put a little bit of twist on this so it’s a little raunchier than the ask suggested, I hope you don’t mind!
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Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend! Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.7K
Summary: You’ve had a terrible few weeks so your dad’s best friend offers to put you out of your bad mood
Warnings: Smut, breakup mention, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, forced orgasm, arguments, significant age gap (Bucky is in his 40’s, Reader is in her mid 20’s), vaginal fingering, pet names, dumbification, degradation, frustrated!reader, sex toy mention, brat taming, one clit spank
Minors, do not interact
You had to admit, you were on edge recently. You knew it was obvious to everyone around you but why should that matter?
You were agitated. Every word that left your mouth had a bite to it. You knew you were being stroppy and moody but could you find it in yourself to care? Absolutely not.
You’d had a pretty shit couple of weeks, all things considered. You’d had an argument with your best friend, your boyfriend had dumped you and then in the middle of it all, your vibrator had broken.
Living back at home meant no privacy. It had been hard even finding time alone with your boyfriend, never mind getting a new vibrator delivered safely without anyone opening it.
You were tense and things didn’t seem to be getting any better, everyone and everything was getting on your nerves.
Life had no bright side these days so you decided just to stew in your bad mood for a little while longer.
Even the sight of your dad’s best friend couldn’t pull you out of your bad mood, despite the fact you’d had the biggest soft spot for him. If anything, seeing a man so painfully attractive only made you more angry somehow. If that was even possible.
And there he was, leaning against the cold marble kitchen counter with a smirk on his face. Eating your fucking dessert.
“Jesus Buck, you can’t stay at your own house for a change? Have to come here and eat my food instead?” Your grumbling only made his smirk widen, the teaspoon twirling in his mouth tauntingly.
“Wow, when your dad said you were in a mood, I didn’t think it would be this bad.” His teasing was only winding you up more. You weren’t in a bad mood. He was just getting on your nerves. At least that’s what you were telling yourself.
“Not in a bad mood but that was mine.” You argued, nodding towards the plate that once contained a slice of pie that Bucky had eaten.
“And it was delicious honey, much sweeter than your little attitude these days. You wanna tell me why you’re bein’ such a bitch?” God you must’ve been hard up because rather than anger you, his words sent a pang of need through you. His voice was soft and low, somehow both taunting and understanding at the same time and damn you wanted to offload all your shit on him but it’s not like you could really talk to Bucky about everything going on in your life.
“I don’t have an attitude Buck, fuck you.” You thought you’d said it quietly enough that he wouldn’t hear, you really did. But when Bucky slammed the plate down on the counter, you knew you were in so much deeper than you should to be, the clatter reverberating around the room.
“Would you stop running that bratty fucking mouth of yours for just one damn day? Jesus, I don’t know what’s got into you recently but you’re a pain in the ass.” You had never seen Bucky this pissed off in all the years you’d known him, a fire burning intensely behind his usually calm eyes.
“Fuck you Bucky, you have no idea how awful this month has been. Just leave me alone.” The anger was bubbling up inside you too, threatening to spill over.
“Doesn’t mean you can treat everyone around you like this. For God’s sake, just break out that little shitty vibrator you have and relax a bit.” His words actually left you speechless. How did he know you had a vibrator?
“Oh, you think you’re subtle honey? Can hear that thing a mile away. God, I’d almost thought about buying you a quieter one for Christmas.” You knew your mouth was hanging open and there wasn’t a thing you could do about it.
“Maybe if that boyfriend of yours was any use, you wouldn’t need it so often in the first place.” Bucky was still going, laying it on thick to the point that you could feel your voice coming back, shock eventually wearing off.
“We broke up Bucky. He’s gone now. But hell, shit sex was better than no sex.” You weren’t even sure if you meant that. Your boyfriend had been worse than useless in bed, only ever thinking of himself.
“Then I guess that little vibrator is gonna be overworked, isn’t it honey?” His eyes had softened a little after you mentioned the breakup but his tone still carried a jag.
“Yeah, unfortunately it’s broken right now.” Your sarcasm practically dripped from every word and all of a sudden, Bucky found himself feeling sorry for you.
“Sounds like a shit one angel. No wonder you’ve been in a mood all week. All that pent up frustration and no way to let it out? Glad that boyfriend is gone though. Don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone who looked more incompetent than that idiot. Bet he never even made you finish, did he? Probably only ever thought of himself. Doesn’t see that the real fun in sex comes from pleasin’ your partner. Rule of thumb sweetheart; never go on a second date with anyone who doesn’t make you cum as many times as you can handle. And then one more for good measure. Obviously have a safeword in mind though. Would be so easy to get carried away with a pretty little thing like you.” How on earth was he just nonchalantly setting his plate into the dishwasher while talking to you like that? The words just rolled off his tongue without a second thought and holy shit, you couldn’t even imagine how it must feel to be with a man who didn’t know how to stop giving you orgasms.
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be dating for a while. Guess I’ll just have to go buy a new vibrator in the meantime.” All that fight had been knocked out of you. The wind had completely left your sails and you almost felt like you were floundering. Talking to Bucky about sex toys wasn’t exactly how you had planned to spend your evening but it sure sounded better than wallowing in self pity.
“I mean, that’s an option… But I’m sure it wouldn’t take you long to find someone new. Hell, if I were fifteen or twenty years younger, I’d be all over you.” As he spoke he closed up the dishwasher, noticing he’d accidentally got some pie filling on his thumb. Rather than just wiping it off though, his tongue darted out, laving over the soft pad of his thumb, the eye contact almost driving you wild.
The air felt thicker somehow. Heavier. Weighed down by the gravity of his admission.
“Why would you need to be twenty years younger Buck? You don’t think you could handle being buried inside a woman anymore? You don’t think you’d last?” God you were getting on his nerves but at least if your mid-twenties had given you anything, it was confidence.
“Just the opposite angel. You’ll maybe realise some day there’s more to life than your shitty vibrator from the Stone Age. Just imagine bein’ with a real person that could make you cum even harder than it can. Sex is fuckin’ incredible sweetheart. You just need someone to show you how amazing it can be. Someone with a little bit of experience behind them.”
“You offering?” You raised an eyebrow teasingly, shuffling slightly towards him, practically daring him to reach out and touch you. The deep chuckle that left his throat in response had your body clenching, responding to him of its own accord.
“Sweetheart, that’s mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble some of these days. So sharp and quick witted. Bet that mouth looks so pretty stuffed full, hm? Bet you’d hardly know what to do with yourself if you weren’t able to run your mouth.” His thumb trailed ever so gently over your bottom lip, teasing you, trying to lure you in to biting. And of course, that bad mood hadn’t been fucked out of you yet.
“Oh Bucky, that’s cute. You think you could fill my mouth? I bet you’re all talk, just trying to overcompensate. It’s probably tiny.” But Bucky only huffed out a laugh, his huge hand holding your face so gently.
“Wouldn’t you like to know sweetheart. You know that’s not true. You know I would fuck you right. Turn you a little quivering mess on my cock and then just keep going. You need that don’t you? Need this attitude fucked right out of you?” You hated how right he was but your mouth wasn’t letting you stop there. The fact he was so laid back was only annoying you more, displaying the kind of confidence that only comes with knowing your insults were wrong.
“I don’t need any more disappointing dick in my life thanks.” You shot back, Bucky’s smirk never even faltering.
“Disappointing? That’s up to you sweetheart. If you want to pass up the opportunity to have the best sex of your life, I totally understand.” It didn’t take long for Bucky to turn on his heels, taking his first few steps away, planning to just leave you thinking about what he’d said. “But good luck getting those little fingers to fill you up like I could.”
The gasp that left your lips gave you away, your mouth, once again, running away from you.
“Bucky wait.” You breathed, barely giving yourself time to talk yourself out of it. No, you wanted this too badly. You needed it.
Bucky’s grin was practically taking over his entire face as he spun back around to look at you, confidence oozing out of every pore.
“Yes honey?” You knew he was trying to make you say it. He needed to hear the lust dripping from our voice.
“Please. Just fuck me, please.” You almost sounded pathetic already and he was far more into it than he wanted to admit.
“See? This is better, isn’t it? So much easier when you just ask me nicely. You’re not a big scary lion, are ya? More like a little kitten.” He crossed the little space between you quickly, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss that made your head swim. You weren’t used to this kind of lust and passion, both of his hands holding your face.
The kiss only got deeper, his body rolling against yours and oh.
Bucky clearly had every right to be so confident, his thick, hardening length pressed between your bodies. Shit, he was so much bigger than you were used to working with, you didn’t even need to see it to know that you’d struggle to take it all.
“Not backin’ down baby? Not scared of what a cock this big is gonna do to you? Bet you’ll feel me all up in your guts, baby girl. Sure as hell gonna fuck that little bratty streak out of you.” His growl was low and seductive, only encouraging you to press your body closer to his while he scooped you up, carrying you to your bedroom.
“You call that big? It’s average at best Buck.” Your little teasing smile as he dropped you onto the bed took over your whole face, watching in amusement as he pulled his T-shirt off before leaning back down to make out with you again.
He was so impressively built, you couldn’t stop yourself digging into the muscles of his back, loving how they rippled under your fingertips.
His lips on your neck and the light scratching of his stubble was heavenly, making his way down to your breasts before pushing your clothes out of the way, taking a nipple into his mouth. The way he bit and sucked had you crying out, desperate for more and arching against his hot mouth. Your fingers curled in the short hair at the back of his head, his tongue laving beautifully over your sensitive bud.
“Look at ya, lost in it already and ‘m not even ‘nside you yet.” His little proud taunt was muffled by your breast in his mouth before he switched sides, giving the other the same attention.
“So sensitive aren’t you honey? Guess that’s what happens when you’ve never been touched by a man who knows what he’s doin’.” He helped you get undressed, your top pulled up over your head before he started to remove his own jeans and you shuffled out of yours, only in your underwear now.
“Bucky, please. Sick of foreplay, just fuck me.” You couldn’t help how breathless you sounded, the wet spot soaking your your underwear making you almost embarrassed.
“Foreplay? Sweetheart, that was just a warm up. If a woman doesn’t cum during foreplay, it doesn’t count.” He shuffled down the bed, spreading your thighs and placing one over each shoulder. You heard him hum appreciatively, stroking the length of your wet panties with one fingertip, revelling in the sight of his finger getting so slick. Before you knew it though, he had pulled the panties to the side, his mouth had latching onto you in an instant, sucking your bundle of nerves in a way that had you crying out.
“So fuckin’ sweet honey. Taste even better than that fuckin’ pie.” You felt one thick finger lining up to your hole and beginning to press in while his mouth worked your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh Bucky, fuck, what was that?” You gasped softly, gripping his hair and groaning as he curled his finger again, the sensation taking you to a whole new level of pleasure.
“You’re tellin’ me no one ever found your g-spot before? You never even found it yourself?” He was in absolute disbelief, looking up at you through thick lashes, shock plastered over his face while his finger continued to curl.
“Oh god, ah - no. Pretty sure I’d remember that feeling.” You hardly managed to get the words out with the endless pleasure clouding your vision.
“Oh sweetheart, this is gonna be fun.” With that, Bucky’s lips connected with your clit once more, his finger stroking inside you until he added a second. The stretch was a little intense but the immediate pleasure made it bearable.
“Fuck, feel you flutterin’ round me. You gonna cum already? C’mon honey, wanna hear you scream for me.” Before you even had a chance to register his words, his tongue was flicking over you faster and harder, his fingers rubbing and curling in a way that had the wettest sounds escaping your body.
“Ah, oh Bucky fuck, yes right there, right fuckin’-“ You weren’t even able to finish your sentence before your orgasm took over, a little whine dragged from you as pleasure erupted in your body. Bucky could only groan, loving how hard you gripped his hair through your high, pressing his hot mouth down on you harder.
But then he didn’t relent. His mouth didn’t ease up, his fingers didn’t stop and your thighs were shaking.
“Bucky, too sensitive, mhm, no more.” As much as you didn’t think you could handle more, your body was telling you you could. You needed more.
“We’re only gettin’ started honey. Safeword is ‘blueberry’.” He mumbled out before his lips were right back on you again, fingers working as fast as ever. You were seeing stars, your little hole clenching and fluttering around his digits, right on the edge of pleasure already.
“Oh God no, I can’t, I’m gonna cum again Bucky.” You were totally shameless, rutting against his face, taking all the pleasure he was offering and he was loving it.
“Cum for me angel. Pussy’s so fuckin’ sweet, you got me humpin’ the bed for some relief. Never tasted anythin’ like it.” He sounded absolutely blissed out, you’d been too wrapped up in your pleasure to notice Bucky trying to ease his own need, his hips grinding into the mattress, hard and leaking and horny as all hell.
Just the sight of him so needy could’ve got you off again but his fingers and mouth made it impossible not to cum, the insane buildup finally giving way to a head spinning orgasm.
“You’re gushin’ oh God, look atcha.” Bucky was completely in awe, replacing his mouth on your clit with his other hand so he could lap up your juices dripping down his fingers and over his palm.
You could hardly handle it anymore, your body becoming so pliant under his touch that you would’ve done anything he asked in that moment.
“Fuck, never gonna get enough of this pussy. Jus’ know you’ve got another orgasm in that pretty little body, don’t ya? Gonna cum again for me?” Your body wasn’t listening to your head, nodding away before you had a chance to fully register what you were signing your already overworked hole up for. “Such a good fuckin’ girl.” His praise made you tingle, his fingers beginning to curl inside you once again. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, coupled with filthy whimpers from both of you.
Then gentlest slap to your clit had your eyes forced open, a deep, guttural groan forced out of your throat given how overstimulated you were.
“Oh fuck honey, you like that? Like having your little clit spanked? Guess it makes sense. You’re far filthier than I imagined.” His mocking only made you wetter until you felt his free hand press down on your lower tummy, somehow driving his fingers ever harder against that sweet spot inside you.
“Bet you don’t even need me to touch your clit to make you cum. Bet you could get off on jus’ this, couldn’t ya? Let’s find out.” His fingers sped up and as much as you tried to buck your hips away from him, his hand only held you down, keeping you in place.
You were squirming under his touch, his blue eyes trained on where your sweet lips were parted, taking his fingers with ease. Your slick dripped out around them, coating the bedsheet beneath you and he was so lust-drunk he could’ve swore he almost came as a fresh flood of arousal dripped from you, your fingers clenching sweetly around his hand once more.
“That’s it honey, doing so well. Keep cummin’ for me, that’s it. Feels so good doesn’t it? My fucked out little doll doesn’t even know how to stop.” Your moans were sinful, telling him just how overworked you were, how blissed out he’d managed to get you and yet, as soon as his fingers eventually slipped from you, you were on him. Your tongue worked over his, tasting yourself faintly on his lips and somehow it only made the need bubble up inside of you again.
“Shit Bucky, needa feel you fuckin’ me.” You words were muffled by his plump lips, your hands on a mission to remove his underwear, not that he was complaining.
He was even bigger than you had first expected. Long and dangerously thick, throbbing and leaking beautifully.
You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him, pressing him back on the bed before straddling him, lining him up with your sopping hole.
“Oh god honey, stop teasin’.” He’s whining, bucking his hips up against you until you feel his head start to breech your hole, stretching you out more than you could’ve believed.
You don’t even realise you’re sinking down on him until you’re about half way down his length, you walls fighting to adjust because you’re just so eager to feel him seated inside you.
“Look atcha now. Not a single word of back talk, is there? Not gonna hear any more cheek from you now, am I?” Bucky was so smug, loving how you couldn’t even answer as you sank down completely on his cock, your clit resting on the neatly trimmed hair at his base.
You were dizzyingly full, whimpering and rutting on him of your own accord and you swore you felt him in your tummy.
“Oh no angel. No more soft, gentle orgasms for you. We’re makin’ sure that attitude is totally fucked out.” With that, he flipped you over, your back hitting the soft bed and then the pounding started.
You could hardly handle his pace, your fingers twisting the sheets up in ecstasy as he slammed into you, grunting and groaning in your ear about how good you felt.
“Grippin’ me so tight, shit I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy. You’re so fuckin’ wet. Won’t stop tryin’ to milk me. Holy shit.” Every little praise was music to your ears, your own hand drifting down to play with you clit.
“Fuck honey, didn’t think you’d actually be able to handle another one. What a good girl, playing’ with yourself while I stuff you full of cock.” Your eyes were rolling back, your breasts bouncing with each sharp thrust.
“Jesus Bucky, oh shit, ‘m gonna cum. So fuckin’ close.” You couldn’t believe how fast your fingers were working, you orgasm ready to explode in you any moment.
“Come on baby, fuck ‘m right behind you. Gonna give you so much cum. You’re gonna be so full, holy shit.”
You were teetering right on the edge until you heard Bucky’s low, drawn out groan, his dick twitching, pumping you full just as he promised. He was a picture above you, face screwed up in pleasure as your orgasm took hold, your body milking his dick for all you were worth.
You clawed at his back, working yourself through your high until neither of you could possibly give any more, collapsing onto the bed in a puddle of endorphins.
“Oh. My god.” He panted, breathless and sweaty and spent but with the biggest smile on his face. One that you were certain mirrored your own.
“Okay. I take it back. That was not disappointing.” You laughed softly, cuddling up against his naked body and he was more than happy to let you, kissing the top of your head ever so gently.
“Do me a favour will you? Run your mouth again tomorrow morning. Cause shit, if this happens every time you’re being a bitch, I don’t want you to stop.”
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