sweet nothing
Summary: Bucky and you attend an awards show, but an interviewer makes sure to ruin your night before it even starts. The loss of your project makes you have a breakdown when you get home, and Bucky does his best to comfort you.
Pairing: director!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader
Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 24, Bucky is 36), teasing, dirty talk, language, pet names, fingering, oral sex (the reader receiving), clit play, come eating, a little metal arm kink, daddy kink, no condom (but they are both clean and the reader is on birth control), no mention of y/n
Word Count: 4.2K
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A/N: Bucky’s look is obviously inspired by Sebastian’s appearance at D23 Expo in 2022. Also, this happens a few months after the second part, in October.
An extra thank you to @marvelouslizzie and @lavenderhaze967 for being my beta readers and for the endless support.
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
You really can’t decide what to say. The remark came so unexpectedly, you were taken aback.
You don’t know how they knew about your vacation. The photos and some false info were spread all over the internet, and you found out only after you came back home.
You expected things to calm down from July until now, though, but they didn’t. They actually became worse and worse. But despite that, you didn’t even think you were going to get this type of comment tonight, especially since you announced you refuse to talk about your personal life. You should have known better… Bucky was right, you can never trust the press and you should never have expectations.
“Even though this has nothing to do with tonight and I said I won’t talk about anything related to my personal life multiple times...”
“I wasn’t-” The interviewer tries to interrupt you, surprised by your cold tone, but you don’t let her. If they want to speculate, then at least you can let it out now. They can do whatever they want after.
“To make things clear, Mr. Barnes is actually one of the most professional people I’ve ever worked with… one of the best: kind and supportive, and he always gives the best feedback.”
“Miss-”
You ignore her once again, raising your hand to stop her. “He is blunt, honest, and hasn’t been anything but professional the whole time. He made a massive contribution to the film industry and he’s been in the public eye for so long... If you had done your research, you’d have known how everyone, especially the women he worked with, talked and talk about him.” You take a deep breath, trying to keep your composure before you look straight at the camera. “Also, no, I did not sleep with him or anyone else to get any kind of role. Thank you!”
You don’t realize how much you’re shaking or how many tears you were holding back until you reach the bathroom. You’re thankful Bucky is inside already. He doesn’t deserve this shitty attitude, and you know he would have made a scene and stopped this on the spot if he’d witnessed it.
*
So you don’t tell Bucky about it, not wanting to give him bad vibes, especially since you know how he already feels about going to events in general. Your table is full when you get there: a part of the cast and the crew along with Bucky’s manager. Natasha couldn’t come this time, but you know everyone, so it’s better than you expected.
“Wine?” Bucky asks you softly, leaning in so only you can hear him.
“Later, please. I have a small headache.”
“Oh, no, baby.” He kisses your forehead as soon as you finish talking. “Do you need a pill?”
You love how he never hides or tries to keep his distance when you go out together. Maybe it’s nothing much after all, but you know how discreet he is, how much he values privacy, and it makes you truly feel a part of his life.
“Don’t worry, it will go away.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, yes.” You brush it off with a smile, and he nods, unsure, getting back in his chair properly.
You can’t let your emotions eat you alive, anger or nervousness... you just can’t. But it’s easier said than done because time passes so slowly until your categories are announced. Not even joking around with Bucky’s manager helps. She has such amazing vibes usually, but you are too deep in your thoughts to fully embrace them.
By the time the nominees in your category are announced, Bucky gets you all ice cream, making sure they put two spoons for you: one with chocolate and another with biscuits. It’s so delicious, but you instantly stop eating when the small video with a few of your scenes is projected. People around you clap loudly, but you can’t look around much, your cheeks so flushed when the camera stops on you again. Bucky even whistles using the index and middle fingers of his flash hand, which makes you giggle. He’s so cute!
“And the winner for Best Actress in a Drama is...”
It’s like the world stops for a second: the tension, the lack of air, the ringing in your ear... you can’t hear anything. But you can read body language and see everyone’s shoulders falling. You don’t dare to look at Bucky, only smiling in joy for whoever won and trying to hold back tears. Every woman on that list deserves it. They are all fantastic. You aren’t upset because someone else won. You just feel like a failure because you lost. It’s like you disappointed the people who care about you, who took a shot with you. Bucky... who saw something in you and risked it. You know how silly it is because he isn’t the type of person who would even think that, but you can’t just control the train of thoughts that keeps overwhelming you.
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
You still can’t look at your sweet, comforting Bucky. Fuck, such a crybaby... You just nod and take your spoon with your right hand so you can have more ice cream.
He better wins!
The movie loses shortly after you, and it’s your turn to comfort him. You don’t pay attention to the camera focusing on you or Lucas tapping on his arm in a consolation gesture when you turn your face toward him and kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry, bubba.”
He melts instantly under your touch. “Don’t be.”
But how can you not be? It makes your insides burn. This man you know so well professionally and personally deserves every fucking award this industry has. He is fantastic! The movie was fantastic, too.
The urge to cry takes over you the moment the winner of the best director category is announced, but it’s not Bucky. And you think he senses it because he squeezes your thigh gently to assure you. You…
You cannot believe this.
You have a bitter taste in your mouth for the rest of the night there, which is short since Bucky suggests leaving earlier. You hate awards ceremonies officially, too.
The car ride is no better. You find it harder and harder to hold back your tears, and the last thing you want is Bucky to see. He asked you if you were hungry, and asked you to stay over at his place. How could you say no? No, Bucky, I want to go home and cry angry and disappointed. You spend most of your nights at his house anyway, so it would make him worry. Especially since the distance to your apartment is longer.
You let a deep breath out when he closes the door, turning on the lights as you start to take off your shoes.
“Home sweet home.” He gives you a tired smile.
“Ihm. Finally.” You don’t trust your voice to say more than that and you let your bag and phone on the small table before going straight to the kitchen.
“Next time we’re invited, we ditch to watch a movie or something and make love.”
His words are enough to send you over the edge somehow. When you hear his footsteps closer, you instantly turn around to face the sink, grabbing the kitchen counter in an attempt to hold back the tears. But it’s so hard…
“Baby?”
Fuck, he’s so close.
“Bubba?”
And that’s all you need to burst into tears. But you’re not just crying, you are fully sobbing when you feel his arms wrapping around you.
“Bubba, breathe, please.” He rests his head on your shoulder, and you feel so naked, so bare in a way... Something you feared for so long. You are vulnerable in a way you only let your family see you, not even them maybe. It’s like you’re giving him access to your inner child. And it’s terrifying.
“I-I’m ss-sorry.” You are gasping for air between words, and this makes you feel even worse. You sound so pathetic.
“What are you sorry for, bubba? Focus on breathing, please.” Bucky’s voice is so calm and soothing, you almost let yourself fall into his arms. You can’t believe this safe sensation you feel. It’s shocking to you. You trust him to hold you and comfort you even when you look this deplorable.
“In and out.” You breathe in and out every time he says the words and it slowly becomes easier; the air doesn’t feel like it burns your lungs anymore.
You feel his kisses on the back of your head. “Good girl, perfect. Just like that.”
You open your eyes as soon as your body stops trembling and turn to him instantly. You probably look like a wet raccoon, but you don’t care. You hug him so tight you wonder if he can even breathe. But you can’t let go.
Bucky’s glad he took off his jacket since the zipper would have hurt your face.
“I’m right here, not going anywhere.”
“I’m ss-sorry,” you say weakly, taking a step back. “It’s just so unfair!”
His whole face softens even more. He understands... your first nominee and your first loss. This is never easy, especially for someone ambitious and talented.
“I know it hurts, but I promise you more will come, and they will finally give you the awards you deserve. You were amazing.” He takes your hands into his and brings them to his mouth.
“It’s not about me!”
“What?”
“You deserved to win!” You can’t control the anger in your voice. “This movie, the whole concept, the team... Maybe it’s because of the way I-”
“Stop right there! You have nothing to blame yourself for. And you don’t have to feel bad for me, okay, bubba?” His mouth finds your forehead. “Of course, it bothers me a little, but these awards come and go. Sure, some bring more opportunities, but I don’t give a fuck about it. You were a fantastic lead. You are fantastic! But I promise you, you will get more awards because you deserve them. I was mad for you. Don’t worry about me, alright?”
“But you deserve it!”
“It’s just an award, baby. I am proud of this project and of everyone who was a part of it, especially you. It wasn’t easy and it was emotionally draining.”
He wipes your face, and you curse. You should have worn waterproof mascara.
“I just don’t...”
“Don’t ever blame yourself again.” He pauses. “Actually, you will because you can’t control that, it’s not a switch. What I mean is don’t try to hide from me, don’t let the thoughts overwhelm you before talking to me. Or someone... anyone: your sister, your mom, Natasha. I just want you to know I am here for you.” He kisses your lips shortly. “I got you, and you got me.”
He barely has time to finish his sentence before you grab his face and kiss him, your tongue immediately licking his bottom lip. It’s something about the way he reacted, about his permanent attitude and the way he looks that makes you dizzy. So dizzy that you easily switch from feeling anger and fear to sexual desire.
You keep kissing him until you two can’t breathe anymore. He’s so sweet, so good. You can’t help it...
“I want to suck your cock.”
He opens his eyes instantly.
“What?”
“Want to take you inside my mouth. Now.” You repeat with such urgency that his shock is increasing.
“Wait, you don’t have to-”
But his words die as your hands are already on his belt, taking it off in seconds. When it loudly hits the floor, you unzip the pants, dragging them down along with his boxers with force. So much force he gasps.
“Please, daddy.”
You drop to your knees in seconds, making sure to properly grab the base before leaning in to kiss his wet head.
“Jesus!”
He has to grab the kitchen counter behind you to stand still.
“Just me.” You smirk a little and take more of his cock inside your mouth. He’s getting harder little by little. When you start to move your hand , though? He finally gets in his usual horny mood, understanding you really want this.
“Fuck, look at you! On your knees just for me. So needy!”
You moan, bringing your left hand to his balls as you start to bob your head. You just want him to come.
“Baby, please. Fuck me!” He groans, and you suddenly feel your hair getting pulled hard as if he’s trying to get you away from his cock. You stop sucking just to snap:
“Why are you taking my cock from me?”
“Because it wants to be inside my pussy.”
You snort.
He helps you stand up and kisses you without any worry. You moan when you feel his hands on your breasts, then to your sides, and before you can even say anything, you hear the sound of the material ripping.
“Hurry up!” You complain, waiting for him to finish undressing you as you keep kissing his neck.
Your bra and underwear are next and you can’t believe how free you feel.
“You are so fucking beautiful!”
“Need you, please...”
He nods, immediately lifting you in his arms, and you don’t stop kissing him until your back hits the bed.
“How do you want me?” You ask, and he frowns.
“What do you mean?”
“Position, Bucky.” You try to clean your face with the back of your hand as you wait for his answer.
“We can start like this.” He gets between your legs and lifts them on his shoulders. His hair is messy, all over his forehead, and you giggle, brushing it away from his eyes.
You’re so wet he gets inside you in one movement, and you both moan. The fullness is so good, you arch your back. Sex with Bucky will never get boring, you are sure of it. He’s a perfect combination between caring, desperate, and curious.
“Bucky!”
“Yes, bubba, I’m here.” He kisses you as he starts to thrust. “I’m right here.”
Your legs are wrapped around his ass, pushing him inside you harder every time he pulls almost completely out.
“God, I love your cock so much!”
“Just that?” He pouts, making you laugh. He’s a baby and a daddy at the same time.
“I love you, bubba, you know that.”
“And I” thrust “want” thrust “to hear” thrust “it again and again.”
“Fuck.” You close your eyes, turning your face to the side without realizing.
“Eyes on me, doll. Eyes on daddy.”
“It’s hard...” you cry out, even more turned on by him calling himself your daddy. It fits him so much!
“Fine.” He uses his metal arm to turn you around on your tummy.
“Bucky!” You scream because of the sudden movement and the empty feeling since he pulled out.
“Hands and knees since you don’t want to look at me.”
You shake your head, amused, but you get in the position, raising your ass as much as you can. You love when he fucks you like this. Everything feels deeper, and there’s no distance despite the fact you can’t properly see him or kiss him. “So dramatic of you.”
You flinch without realizing when you feel his palm connecting with your ass cheeks.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, no.” You quickly assure him, looking up when you hear his worried tone. He never spanks you too hard, and the amount of strength he uses makes you enjoy it. It always makes you wet. “Just didn’t expect it.”
“Good.” He kisses your forehead. “Ready?”
“Hurry!”
He quickly gets inside you as soon as you finish speaking, and you gasp. It takes your breath away, but you can’t help but wiggle your ass. His hands grab your hips and he finally starts to literally pound you just the way you both enjoy it. His cold metal fingers feel so good.
“B-Bucky!”
“Do you love it, baby?” You hear him, but you don’t understand how he expects you to answer. You can’t even breathe properly.
“Ihm.”
“Fuck, you’re so wet around me. I love you so much.”
You try to tell him you love him back, but the words are so distorted you give up.
You’re close already.
“Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna be a good girl and let go? Make daddy prouder?”
And just like that, you come. You don’t hear anything anymore: you can’t distinguish the words, only his voice. You feel so good, so light, that you don’t realize the wave of tears that hits you.
Bucky smiles, knowing these are from so much pleasure, and doesn’t continue to thrust much until he comes inside you. You moan again, encouraging him to fill you. To give you as much come as he has.
“Yes, yes. Please, need your come.” And you know he loses his mind every time you do that. “Please, daddy.”
A few seconds later, you feel him move his hands.
“Fuck me, baby, this was incredible.”
You nod, trying to find your words again.
“Yes, it... it was.” He helps you turn around after he gets out of you and groans.
“You look so fucking good! Perfect to eat right now.”
He makes you laugh before you slowly kiss him, moaning when your tongues find each other. There is something unique about the way he uses that mouth.
“I mean it. Gonna eat you now, ok?”
It’s the only warning you get before your head drops to the bed again and his is between your legs. His shoulders are broad enough to keep your legs extra spread, and you try to keep your eyes open just to enjoy the sight.
But it’s hard. His tongue on your clit then at your entrance, licking and eating his own come combined with yours makes you so weak you have to grab his hair to have a focus point other than his mouth.
“Jamesss.”
Your hips move uncontrolled toward his mouth as soon as you feel him slowing down. He tries to keep your back on the bed by pushing your tummy down with his metal arm, but it’s impossible. The coldness on your skin makes you cry even more.
“Fuck, fuck, Bucky, please...”
You can’t believe how close you are again, but his tongue is always great. You don’t remember a single time he didn’t make you come like this.
You gasp when he moves his tongue up to your clit quickly, which you did not expect. Even though you should have... you should have expected him to bring two metal fingers to your mouth and command you to suck them, then to push them inside you at once as he sucks on your clit. And sucks. And sucks. And when he takes it between his teeth, grazing it just enough, you come.
You don’t even realize you are screaming, the pleasure so overwhelming you can’t think even for a second. And he doesn’t stop, he keeps using his tongue and fingers until you have to beg him to.
You’re trembling, absolutely consumed when he moves up to kiss you.
“Fuck, we taste so good, doll.”
You kiss him again, making sure to lick his lips before he opens his mouth. You taste amazing together, indeed.
“Yes.”
“Good. Are you feeling better now?”
“I can’t feel my body,” you say before laughing.
“Are you sore?”
You touch his face. “I feel well fucked, daddy, don’t worry.”
His face is priceless every time you call him that. It’s funny how a big man like him gets red so easily. You never get over this.
“You and that… name.”
You pinch his chin immediately, stroking his hair. “As if you don’t enjoy it.”
“I do. Look what you did to me!” He shakes his head in a disapproving way, and you feel happy. He makes everything lighter... easier for you. He learned when and how to push you, and it helps that you have a similar sense of humor.
“I’m better now, thank you. It’s just so unfair because you are a wonderful director.”
“Just director?”
You giggle, seeing his pouty mouth. “And writer.”
“And?”
“And?” You raise your eyebrow.
“What else?”
“I don’t-” You burst into laughter when you feel his hands tickling you. “Stop! Stop! F-fine! Best... best boyfriend.”
“What? Didn’t hear you.”
You roll your eyes. He’s so predictable sometimes.
“B-best boyfriend in the world. Now stop! You’re so unfair!”
“Alright.” He gives you a boyish grin, which makes him look so young. His smile never changed from what you saw. His childhood pictures, his college ones... he kept it and it makes him so adorable.
“I love you, old man.”
“Not this again.” He fake puffs before kissing you. “I love you, too.”
*
You wake up with a few notifications and a message from Bucky telling you he’s gone to do some grocery shopping. You were wondering why the house was silent. Even when he wakes up earlier than you and tries to be silent, there is a low sound from the TV or his music player.
What you don’t expect is to have thousands of DMS and following requests as soon as you open your Instagram.
You don’t understand at first, still sleepy and hungry, until you scroll through your feed and see Bucky’s post. You almost drop your phone.
There are two photos. The first is only with you, but you don’t remember when he took it. You’re not looking at the camera, staring at the sunset, so it’s clear he took it without you knowing. He’s had this for months... and he never showed it to you. God, you miss Italy!
When you swipe to the next pic, one with both of you as he’s biting your cheek, you laugh. You were being so silly that day. Your fourth date... He was ready to eat your whole face and he didn’t want to take no for an answer, so you started to bite and suck his chin in return. It was the first time you spent the night at his house. It feels like years ago...
Then your eyes finally drop to the description and you start crying a little.
I already won the best award that exists a few months ago❤️ Thank you for your support!
You notice he turned off the comments, but many common friends liked the post.
Fuck, that means you are officially together everywhere. Wow.
You can’t believe what you woke up to. You two never kept your relationship a secret, but you preferred being discreet. You are aware of how this looks from the outside, both of you do, but does it matter? At the end of the day, the people you care about know the truth, you work hard to get jobs, and that’s enough.
You immediately open your gallery and choose a couple of photos with you and him, then just with him: hugging, Bucky kissing your cheek, him making dance moves, his face up close... some random pics you love.
You choose to use only a red heart as your caption at first, but before you publish, you add a few words because it doesn’t feel enough and even tag him on your boobs.
What a view: @jbuckybarnes #photosdump
Happily, you let the comments on and look for a certain short video you absolutely adore from your vacation: he has his head on your lap, napping soundlessly while you run your hand through his hair. His face might not be visible, but it’s clear it’s him. His shoulders, his moles, and his hair...
You remember how he groaned and whined every time you stopped touching his curls, bringing your hand back to his head.
“Bubba, more...”
Smiling, you tag him in a small font, choosing a color to fit the yacht floor, and post it.
The next fifteen minutes you spend in the bathroom, taking a shower, doing your routine, and changing into some clothes you left here the last time.
“Baby?” You jump when you hear Bucky in the bedroom all of a sudden, but you don’t let the shock hold you back from jumping on him.
He catches you, thankfully, and holds you by the ass as you kiss him all over his face and neck before stopping on his lips. Your tongue finds his and you moan in his mouth shortly after, making him groan, too.
“Good morning!”
“I love you,” you whisper, resting your head on his chest.
“I love you, too. Didn’t want to leave before you woke up, but we needed breakfast.”
“Can’t believe you did that.”
“What?” He asks genuinely confused.
“You know what!” You say, words muffled by the material of his T-shirt. You are surprised how this small normal thing made you so happy you can burst.
“Ah.” He realizes, leaning in a bit to kiss your hair. “I should have done it ages ago.”
You really hate how he tends to take the full blame when it’s not the case. “We then... but now it’s the perfect timing.”
“Yes, the perfect timing.” He carries you around until you are both back in bed.
The breakfast can wait, so can you to see his reaction when he finds your posts.
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