One More Night
Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 3.4K
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasnât something you felt often before but nowâŚ. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know itâs your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants.Â
It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesnât need to. You just know it.Â
Heâs one of the popular guys in your college. Itâs not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. Heâs also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time.Â
You donât blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you werenât so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because itâs convenient, you canât come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, itâs breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself âThis is gonna be the last timeâ but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again.Â
Thatâs how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he canât see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.
âDoes it feel that good, doll?â He sounds smug but you canât answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.
âHey, hey, hey! Are you alright?â He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. âWhat happened? Did I hurt you?â
He didnât physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You donât know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You donât want anyone to see you cry. You donât want anyoneâs pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.
âPlease talk to me!â His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears.Â
âItâs fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I justâŚâ You hesitate for a second but no, you wonât back down this time. âI just canât do this anymore.â
âThatâs fine.â That wasnât the response you were expecting. âYou know itâs okay right?â His worry is so apparent in his voice. âYou can always tell me to stop.â What is he talking about? âIf you donât like something or you donât feel like it anymore⌠Just tell me next time and I will just stop.â
âThereâs no next time Bucky.â The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didnât intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.
âWhat?â
âIâm telling you that I canât do thisâŚâ You wave your hand between you two. â...anymore. Iâm done. We are done.âÂ
âWhatâŚâ He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. âWhat are you talking about? Did I do something?â
âYou didnât do anything. Itâs all my fault.â You have no intention to blame him. You know itâs on you. He never promised you anything.
âI donât understand.â He sounds so lost. âJust help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.â
âThey were, for you. It was never okay for me.âÂ
You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but⌠apparently, he does. Maybe heâs not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.
âI⌠I donât know what to say.â He looks at your face and then around. âI thought this is what you wanted.â
âWhat I wanted?â You repeat his words without missing a beat. âI never wanted this. This is what you wanted and thatâs why we kept doing it. I was justâŚâ You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. âweak.â
âWeak? You are never weak.â
âOh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying âone more nightâ to myself whenever you called or texted me. Iâm weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldnât be like this.â
âDoll, what are you talking about?â
His confusion confuses you as well. Canât he see how much heâs hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesnât care.
âThis arrangement might be working for you but itâs not working for me, okay?â
âBut⌠this is what you wanted.â
âI never wanted this.â
âYou said we canât get emotions involved!â He sounds somewhat angry this time.
âBecause you didnât want emotions involved!â Your answer comes instantly.
âWhen did I ever say that?â
His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didnât care how.
âJust look at you.â
âWhat does that even mean?â Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?
âIt means you didnât have to say it.â
âHow does⌠I really donât understand you.â His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.
âYou are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.â He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesnât get it, does he? âYou can have anybody you want!â
âApparently not.â Why does he sound broken?
âOh, come on!â Your reaction is instant. âYou know you can. Donât act humble. Iâm just easier.â
âEasier?â You donât miss the disbelief in his voice. âEasier?â This time it comes out more angry. âYou were never easy!â
âYou know what I mean. An easy fu-â
âDonât you fucking dare!â The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. âI never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!â Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about?Â
âBuckyâŚâ He doesnât let you continue.Â
âI donât know what has gotten into you because this⌠what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didnât want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!â
âI was trying to protect myself!â
âYou never showed any interest to me!â
You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âYou never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.â
âUh⌠what?â
âI tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, itâs fine. You donât need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.â Heâs speaking so fast, you canât even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.
âYou tried to take me on dates?â He squishes his eyebrows together like he canât believe you are focusing on that part.
âMany times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thingâŚâ
âI thoughtâŚâ You donât know how to finish that sentence.
âYou thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you werenât interested, so I finally gave up.â
âNo, no, no.â You jump from your awkward position on the bed. âI never realized.â
âWhat did you think I was doing?â
âI thought⌠they were activities with other⌠people. Not dates.â
âWhy would I take other people to a concert with us?â Oh, he really doesnât get it.
âI thought⌠you had plans with your friends and⌠you were⌠inviting me as well. Just to show⌠we are nothing more than friends.â
âOh, dear god.â He covers his face with both of his hands. âSeriously? Why would you even think that?â
You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You donât want to say it. Especially not to him.
âI⌠just never thoughtâŚâ You donât know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. âYou were interested in anything more than sex.â
âIâm handsome. Iâm popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?â He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you donât realize is that heâs making fun of himself.
âYeah.â Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.
He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look.Â
âGod you are so blind.â
âHey!â You instantly respond.
âHave you ever looked in the mirror?â You make a face but it just spurs him. âYou are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me. You are out of my league.â
âCome on⌠Thatâs-â He interrupts you again.
âPlease.â The way he says it makes you stop talking. âI have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. Itâs a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you donât want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?â
He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.
âAnd you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you werenât gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ânoâ, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!â
You donât know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.
âPlease donât cry anymore.â He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.
âIâŚâ Itâs so hard to speak normally. âI never thoughtâŚâ
âWhat?â This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.
âYou would actually like me.â
âLike you? Oh, doll⌠I donât like you. The word like doesnât even cover it.â The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesnât get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.
âOh fuckâŚâ His moan is like music to your ears. Itâs so raw and unfiltered.
You donât say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before.Â
âYou are so fucking gorgeous.â He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.
âSorry, I couldnât resist.â He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. âThereâs a part of meâŚâ He tries to find the right word. â...that wants to mark you. Show the world that youâre mine.â Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask âAre you mine, doll?â He sounds so nervous yet possessive.
âI am.â You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. âI have been for a long time.â
He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.
âIâm yours, too. I think I always have been.âÂ
Itâs your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time itâs faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.
âShit!â It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.
âSorry. I just want to feel you all over me.â
You want to say itâs alright but heâs a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Buckyâs still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position.Â
âWrap your legs around me, baby.âÂ
God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesnât put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while heâs kissing and licking all over your neck.
Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You donât remember any occasion you didnât enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way heâs making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you⌠The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.
âSo⌠All this timeâŚâ Bucky starts to talk. âYou thought I was here because this is easy.â
Ah, fuck. He isnât gonna let that go, is he? You shouldâve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesnât see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.
âAll this time⌠I was where I wanted to be.â Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. âUnderneath your body.â
âYou werenât always underneath me.â You answer him with a playful tone.
âAs long as Iâm inside you, the position doesnât matter.â
âSoâŚâ You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. âYou havenât been sleeping around with anyone else.â
He raises his head just to look into your eyes.Â
âAll this time, you thought I was fucking other people?â
âI meanâŚâ You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?
âWere you?â
âWas I what?â
âFucking other people?â His question is a lot more blunt than yours.
âI asked first!â You sound so defensive all of a sudden.
âI canât live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you⌠I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldnât scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?â
You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. Itâs just unbelievable.
âDoll?â You didnât realize you were lost in thoughts. âItâs fine if you have been.â It doesnât sound fine at all. It sounds like heâs trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. âIâm not saying I wonât be jealous but itâs not like we were actually together.â
You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.
âYou are such an idiot and you call me blind.â
âWhat?â
âI only ever wanted you, you moron.âÂ
His smile is so big and bright, itâs worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.
âYouâre only mine.â He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.
âOnly yours.â Your words make him groan loudly.Â
âFuck that mouth of yours. Youâre gonna make me come before you.â
âYou can do that later.â You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.
âIs that a promise?â
âIt can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!â
That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know whatâs coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, heâs back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.
âHarder, huh?â
âYeah. Just like that.â Itâs so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure heâs giving you. Itâs familiar yet it feels so different this time.
âMy girl wants it rough. Why didnât you just say so?â He sounds cocky thereâs also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell heâs close.
âDo I have to tell you everything?âÂ
âFrom now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.â That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. âEvery fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!â
âYes!â You practically scream. You donât know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. âFuck yes. Please, please, please, donât stop!â Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.
That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you canât directly look at his face anymore, you just know heâs about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.
âFuck, that wasâŚâ The struggles to find the right word.
âOn another level?â You offer to end the sentence for him. Thatâs exactly how you feel.
âYeah.â He doesnât miss a beat. âWe shouldâve talked to each other before.â
âWe were busy doing other stuff.â You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.
âI guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?â
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Summary: During your family getaway, things get a little messy when you meet Bucky's old friend.
Pairing:Â (fake) boyfriendâs brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: age gap (r is 26, Bucky is 38/39), teasing, pet names, language, alcohol, mentions of sex, jealousy, no mention of y/n
Word Count:Â 4.5K
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A/N:Â This story will have around 4 parts, this is the 2nd part.
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
You keep coming across each other in the morning and during dinner for the next couple of days. Heâd refused the offer, you heard from Jessica. You noticed he doesnât enjoy talking about business in general, so you never open the conversation about it.
His family is really lying to him without shame, and you can sense how cold their bond is, but what can you do? You wish he knew... you wish you could talk about it with him. If only...
Thatâs why you are surprised when both of your families decide to organize a getaway in Austria for the weekend, and Bucky is coming along.
Thankfully, the cabin youâre staying at has more than enough rooms even with Bucky and Williamâs sister there.
Rebecca is a physiotherapist, sheâs thirty and she lives in France. She seems very close to Bucky. Theyâve been hanging around a lot since you arrived.
You wish you could say you are close to your family. Youâve been barely speaking to your mom since this whole arrangement became a real thing. But you didnât say even a single word to your dad. And Bucky noticed, but he didnât comment on it even as he helped you get your luggage to your room.
âYou know I could have done that myself, right?â You smile.
âNo need to. Your boyfriend should have, but heâs a punk.â He shakes his head disapprovingly. âNo wonder why you wonât...â
You immediately puff, anticipating what he wanted to say. Why does he want to bring that up? âWhat, fuck him?â
âI was gonna say share the room with him. My little brotherâs sex life is none of my concern.â
You nod, all flushed. âGood. Iâll go take a shower and be right back.â
You donât know why you tell him this because itâs not like itâs his job to inform anyone. That should be Williamâs, but heâs not here. And even if he were, you know you wouldnât ask him to.
âAlright. Uhm, see you later.â
Bucky didnât anticipate Rebecca waiting for him in the doorway of his room. She has a âI know everythingâ look, making him blush even though he did nothing wrong.
âHow old is she?â She asks soon as Bucky closes the door.
âWho?â
âYou know who, Bucky.â She jumps on his bed amused. âYour little crush.â
He puffs in response as if thatâs a real answer.
âCome on, donât be mad. Itâs okay. Maybe sheâll realize she is into older guys.â
âRebecca!â
âWhat?â
Bucky groans. âYou are talking about our brotherâs girlfriend.â
Rebeccaâs eyes glow, and he has no idea what heâs just started.
âThey havenât been together long though. I doubt two people who live in different rooms-â
For some reason, he gets defensive immediately and interrupts her. âThat is their choice and you should respect it.â
So itâs hers, Rebecca puts two and two together.
âYou think he is that bad?â Rebecca changes the subject a bit to get more out of him, and Bucky realizes, but he canât help but ask.
âWhat?â
âIn bed. She seems angry all the time.â
She doesnât remember the last time she saw her brother looking like this. This is more than a crush at this point. Heâs annoyed, angry and livid, all at once.
âWhat? You never thought about it? Never heard them?â
âCan you go to your room now?â He snaps, trying to brush the images of you with William off his mind. It makes him sick to his stomach. âI donât wanna talk about my little brotherâs sex life!â
Rebecca laughs, walking to the door.
âYou didnât deny sheâs your crush! And I didnât even say her name, by the way.â
Shit... He didnât even realize. Things are going too far, he needs to snap out of it.
âYour room, Rebecca.â
âSuch a bad man, mid-life crisis hitting you for two years..â She stops for a few seconds before she corrects herself with a wink. âOne earlier.â
Bucky groans. âRebecca!â
âSheâs into you anyways, Buck. Youâll save him from dating or even marrying someone who doesnât love him.â
Somehow, her words set him on fire and cool him at the same time. Rebecca is good at reading people, and he sensed something is off about you and William, too, but how can he hope... how can he think about kissing his brotherâs girlfriend even after a break up?
âShe was checking your ass on the stairs.â She adds with a smirk. âAnd it was not subtle.â
And then heâs left alone with his confusing thoughts and feelings.
*
Somethingâs wrong with him. Heâs been completely âand obviouslyâ avoiding you ever since he helped you with the luggage, and you wonder what you did wrong. As soon as you get inside any room he is in, he finds excuses to leave. Was your tone too rude earlier? You didnât intend to get mad, but you couldnât help it.
You know he is an adult, and he should be able to face you even if it bothers him, yet you canât help but feel bad when you see him outside, in the cold.
You take the nearest blanket without thinking twice and open the door.
His head snaps in your direction, and you smile shyly, wrapping the blanket around his back.
âDonât worry, I wonât bother you, I just came to give you this.â
His shoulders relax, and he reaches out to take your hand. âThank you! Youâre not bothering me at all. You can sit with me if you want.â
Neither of you has any idea where this came from. You thought he didnât want to be around you, but how can you say no to this?
You sit on the chair next to him and smile when he covers you with the blanket.
âNo, no. This is for you.â
âIâm not gonna let you catch a cold, love.â His voice sounds authoritative but not distant.
âThen letâs share.â You grab the end of the blanket and adjust it until you are both covered. âSee? Perfect!â
After that, youâre quiet for a few seconds, trying to find the right thing to say or ask him.
âAre you alright?â
Bucky smiles. âIâm alright.â
âWell, you look alright.â
He blushes and laughs at the same time, making you giggle. He looks so adorable like this.
âThen why did you ask that?â
âTo make you smile. You were quite tense.â
âWhen?â He tilts his head, and your shoulders touch under the blanket.
âEver since we arrived, to be honest. Did I do anything to upset you?â
âNo, love, you didnât upset me.â He immediately assures you, but youâre not certain heâs being honest, and he senses it. âI mean it, Iâm sorry if I gave you that impression and made you uncomfortable.â
Itâs easy to notice when he is lying at least. He surely didnât intend to make you feel bad, but heâs been avoiding you.
âDonât worry about me.â You sigh. âYou can just tell me next time, though. So I wonât be in your way.â
âWhat does that mean?â He can feel the panic rushing through his whole body.
âI mean, itâs your family, and they decided to have this random vacation. I could have stayed home.â
Not entirely true because you were asked to come along.
âWell, your family is here too, plus your boyfriend. But itâs irrelevant, anyway. I am sorry for ignoring you, I was just⌠consumed by my thoughts,â he says honestly, and you smile.
âItâs okay. It happens to me too.â
Especially when it comes to him.
âWhy are you not with William?â
You try not to look disappointed as you answer. He has a point to ask you that. After all, William is your official boyfriend, and you two didnât spend much time together. But you hate it anyway.
âYou want me to leave, huh?â
You try to take off the blanket, but he doesnât let you.
âNo, no. Donât go, I mean... I just expected you two to spend more time together.â
âWell, I wasnât too keen on coming here. I have a lot of work to do on Monday, and I wanted to prepare some docs beforehand, but my parents forced me indirectly to...â Bucky snorts, amused for some reason, so you stop talking.
âYou donât like spending time with old people much, do you?â
Old people? Does he mean your parents?
âBy old people you mean you?â You ask jokingly and turn to him just to see him smirking. The little beard he grew over the last few days makes him somehow even more gorgeous. Heâs probably, truth be told, the most attractive man youâve ever met.
âYep. Iâm turning thirty-nine after all.â
Holy fuck... The question is why you find this so sexy.
âThatâs a very nice age,â you comment amused, playing with the edge of the blanket. âYou make thirty-eight look very good.â
You donât have to look at him to know he is smiling again. Good, he should know, and itâs not wrong to compliment someone.
âThanks.â
You start to talk about random things shortly after: jobs, projects, random hobbies. He is shocked you enjoy origami, and you canât believe he was in a band during high school. Well, you can imagine it, but it still surprises you. Itâs comfortable and nice, but every time he calls you love, you feel yourself shivering more and more. And he senses it, immediately starting to brush your arms with his hands under the blanket.
âMaybe you should go inside.â
âNo, no, Iâm fine,â you protest, melting under his touch. It feels so good. âCan I ask you something?â
âI donât know, can you?â
âHa, funny!â You playfully roll your eyes. âIs it your parentsâ anniversary or something?â
Bucky lets out a chuckle. âNo, no special occasion for them. Why?â
âSaw a birthday cake...â
âItâs not for them.â
Fuck, is it Williamâs birthday? No way. Your parents would have told you⌠you wish you checked the calendar with everyoneâs birthday before starting this conversation.
âIs it Rebeccaâs?â
âNope.
âThen...â You think for a little and when it hits you, you gasp. âYours?â
âYep.â He pauses, turning his head just enough so he can look into your eyes. âMy daddification era is starting.â
Your immediate reaction is a burst of laughter as the lightheartedness of the moment caught you off guard, followed by a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. It feels like your face is on fire.
âBut youâre not turning forty...â You mumble, your words barely audible. âI mean, I had no idea. Iâm so, so sorry, itâs so embarrassing!â
âSo no gift for me, huh?â He teases, utterly unfazed. He hadnât expected anything at all, and seeing you blush so furiously is endearing. âI feel deeply hurt.â
Without thinking, you lightly slap his chest. âShut up!â
âThatâs not how you talk to your elders, maâam.â
âOkay, dad,â you snort in response, but thereâs a momentary pause from Bucky. He holds his breath, a flicker of different emotions crossing his face.
*
The knock on the door doesnât wake him up, but it surprises him. He slowly drops his phone on the bed and puts on the nearest T-shirt before opening the door.
Thereâs no one there waiting, instead, he finds a tall cocktail glass made of paper with a note inside it. Confused, he carefully picks it up from the floor before getting back inside again.
If you donât drink anything today, Iâm gonna punish you... with my presence.
So think twice before refusing :)
Happy birthday, Mr. Barnes
*
What Bucky doesnât expect when he gets downstairs in a great, great mood is to see you, Rebecca, and Cherry talking on the couch.
He freezes, shocked, but he doesnât have time to recover before everyone starts to hug and wish him a happy birthday. Cherry kisses both of his cheeks and hands him a small gift, which he assumes itâs a watch based on the size.
âSurprise!â
Bucky smiles. âItâs actually a surprise, I really didnât expect to see you here.â
âBecca said we should keep it a secret. When did I ever miss your birthday?â
He instantly looks in your direction, worried for some reason you might misunderstand this situation, but you donât seem mad at all. And why would you? You are with his brother. Youâre not his. Not even a little. Because if you were...
Rebecca smirks satisfied and hugs him too. âHappy birthday, grandpa!â
He hears you laugh, and before he can think twice about it, he sticks out his tongue playfully toward you.
âKeep it low with the flirting, will you? Your little brother is in the room,â Rebecca whispers, amused, in Buckyâs ear before letting you wish him a happy birthday.
You stop awkwardly in front of him, wondering if you should hug or kiss his cheeks.
He makes the decision for you, grabbing you by your waist and getting you closer. You open your arms and wrap them around his back, shocked, knowing how intimate the way heâs holding you might look. But you donât care. You let yourself enjoy this as you rest your chin on top of his shoulder.
âHappy birthday, Mr. Barnes.â
âThanks for the drink, love. The best gift I received.â
You hide your smile in his shirt.
âYou havenât even opened others yet.â
âI donât have to.â
You bite your lip, breaking the hug before it gets too suspicious, and give him space so your mom can wish him a happy birthday.
Rebecca winks at you, which makes you even more confused, but you donât think much about it, focusing on Bucky.
The breakfast goes well, with Bucky in the center of attention despite his obvious attempts to shift the focus to anyone else. Your parents decide to get some shopping done around lunch and get some food for all of you, so you donât have to worry about much. William tries to do some affectionate gestures from time to time, but you ignore them as much as you can, without making it obvious. You still have to play your part.
Cherry seems like a nice girl. Sheâs Rebeccaâs age and they met during university. They all have been friends for a couple of years, and itâs easy to see that by how comfortable they act around each other.
As they talk about some fancy place in Spain youâve never been to, you scroll randomly on Instagram.
You decide to search Rebecca and Cherry up so you can follow them, and as you look at Rebeccaâs photos, one post in particular catches your eye.
You canât hold back your gasp, which immediately draws Buckyâs attention.
âYou good?â
âYes,â you answer absently and zoom in on the first pic. There are around ten people there, including Bucky, Rebecca, and Cherry. Itâs clear they are all close, but you didnât realize how close Bucky and Cherry are. They are sitting next to each other in almost every photo. In the second to last one, he is holding her by the waist in a very boyfriend way, which makes you close your eyes.
Of course they were a thing. Of course! And now sheâs here... You feel close to crying and you donât remember the last time you felt so stupid.
Why do you care so much? You are officially dating his brother and youâve been just friends.
You close the app quickly and stand up, ignoring Buckyâs eyes on your back as you announce, for the sake of appearances, that youâre gonna take a nap.
You donât let yourself tear up until you close the door.
What if they hook up again here? What if youâll hear them?
Jesus, anything but that! You couldnât bear it... Youâd be sick for real.
*
You donât go down for lunch. Your mom comes a few times to check on you, then William, then your mom again with lunch.
You feel hurt and annoyed with yourself. You canât act like a kid all the time, so when Rebecca comes to check on you, you decide to go downstairs with her.
Bucky looks at you immediately, concerned and confused, but you donât let your eyes linger too much on him, especially since he is sitting next to Cherry. You drop onto the couch, next to William, and he smiles.
âFeeling better?â
âMuch!â You lie, but you do it well enough not to get questioned.
âSo now that weâre all here, can we see the surprise, Buck?â Rebecca asks excitedly.
You watch Bucky get up without saying anything, and everyone stays quiet until he returns with a tray full of drinks. He keeps one to himself and takes another one that looks like a cherry mocktail while everyone else hurries up to take one of the drinks. Bucky heads toward you with a smile. âI guess I am not as rusty as I told you last night.â
You know exactly what he means: his first job was as a bartender. He shared stories with you about glasses he broke in the first month, but how he learned, yet itâs been years since heâs made a drink.
You canât deny the drink looks tempting, especially with your penchant for cherries, but the mere thought of sipping it turns your stomach. âThanks, but I canât drink this.â
Bucky raises his eyebrows, the wrinkles on his forehead becoming more pronounced. âWhatâs wrong? Still feeling sick?â
âNo, I just hate cherries. I canât drink it,â you lie in a disgusted tone, keeping your eyes on the table.
âDo you want me to make you another one?â He asks immediately, surprised because he saw you eating cherries before. Why would you hate them all of a sudden?
Cherry herself is walking toward you with Rebecca, so in a moment of madness, you extend your hand. âCan I taste yours?â
Bucky nods, and you immediately take the glass from his hand and take a sip.
It tastes okay, but itâs not your favorite, for sure.
âThanks, but Iâm okay.â
âIs it bad? Should I-â
âIâm fine, enjoy your drinks, Bucky. Itâs your birthday.â You try to sound as casual as possible. âGonna get some wine.â
âWine?â Your mom's surprise is evident in her voice. âSince when do you drink wine?â
âSpecial occasion. My brother-in-law,â You have to force the words out of your mouth without choking. âIs turning thirty-nine.â
You haven't even gotten tipsy until now, so the half glass of wine, combined with the lack of a proper lunch, makes you feel a bit dizzy. Rebecca immediately catches on and nudges Bucky, whoâs been on the edge all night, to help you. William and your parents have already gone to their rooms.
Youâre half asleep when you feel Buckyâs arms wrapping around your waist, causing you to open your eyes in shock.
âWhat are you doing? Let me down.â Your face makes contact with his chest as you speak.
âIâm taking you to bed.â
You snort immediately, letting him climb the stairs with you in his arms. âYou canât take me to bed, silly. Go back to your p-pretty... friend.â
âIâm carrying my pretty friend right now.â
âSmooth talker.â You sigh when he opens the door. âNot me.â
âWho do you mean then, love?â He helps you sit on the bed, and you instinctively reach for his hand, running your fingers along it. His skin feels remarkably soft and warm. You donât remember the last time you found hands attractive. Or veins. At least, not like thisâŚ
Deep down, you know you never stood a chance anyway. Even if you werenât officially with William, youâre far from Buckyâs type. Cherry, from what you've observed, is an amazing woman, and you can admit that he has great taste.
He probably sees you as too young for him, perhaps even as a little girl.Â
You scrunch your nose, and Bucky sits on the bed too since you wonât let go of his hand. He allows himself to enjoy this fleeting moment for a few seconds, aware that it wonât last. This won't hurt anyone, right?
âSheâs so pretty and nice, I get it.â
âGet what, love? And who is pretty?â He lets you take his other hand too as he gently asks.
âCherry.â You sigh, tapping his palms with yours lightly. âI guess she came here to win you back. And I understand. But like... youâd be wasted,â you complain, grabbing his face all of a sudden.
Bucky leans in instantly, closing his eyes.
âIf something didnât work once, why would it work now?â You stroke his beard gently, taking your time. âI mean, sometimes it does, but I canât see it happening for you. Youâre old,â you laugh, making him laugh too.
âIâm old?â
âIhm, you are. The daddification era looks good on you.â
Buckyâs mind is racing now. From your touch to your words... he feels weak.
âThank you, love. But how do you know about Cherry?â
âSaw some photos on Instagram this afternoon. You looked gorgeous and all over each other,â you bite your lip, unable to stop touching him. Even if he doesnât belong to you...
âIt wasnât like that. It wasnât serious, love.â He brings his hand to your face too, caressing your cheeks, which only makes you giggle.
âHmm?â
âWeâve been friends for ages and we just had some... fun for a little while, but it wasnât a relationship.â
You puff. âThat is a form of relationship too! And maybe she wants you now.â
âI doubt that. But even if she did, I donât want her like that, okay?â
âBut sheâs so pretty and funny,â you add, surprised.
âMany women are. But I told you, there is nothing like that.â His tone is serious, but you canât understand.
âBut you had sex with her,â you point out, visibly upset. You hate that even though itâs silly.
âO-kay, you need to get some sleep.â
You move your hand down to stroke his chin. âIâm serious, youâre...â You find yourself glancing down to his lap for a brief moment. Although you can't see anything, you just know itâs big. âA whole package. Donât waste yourself.â
âYou think I want Cherry?â
You donât understand the surprise in his voice. Why wouldnât he want her? If he wanted her once...
âYouâre so confusing,â you murmur, and your eyes fall on his bottom lip the moment he licks it. Itâd be nice to feel how soft it is. His mouth seems so soft and wet, and you bet he knows how to use his tongue. Ah... âYou wanted to have sex with her, but you wouldnât want anything with her now?â
Bucky smiles widely, surprised by your interest in his past. He knows itâs silly, especially since you are with William for some reason and heâs pushing forty, for fuckâs sake, but he canât help himself.
âIt was only for a summer.â
âIs this what you do with everyone?â He gasps when he feels the tips of your fingers on his lips as you speak.
âW-why?â
âDonât waste yourself, okay, pretty boy? They donât deserve you.â
Bucky literally chokes, completely taken aback.
âWhat?â He gently grabs your chin. âWho doesnât deserve me? Cherry?â
âAll of them.â You yawn, trying to keep your eyes open. âYou deserve a better family.â
Youâre so sad for him. Theyâre lying to him, and heâs so lonely.
Buckyâs confused but also touched by your words. You probably noticed how tense his relationship is with his parents, and you paying attention to that gets him emotional.
âWe all do. But right now, you need to rest.â
âDonât go to her tonight, okay?â
âJesus, princess.â He strokes your cheek gently, and you giggle for a second.
âIâm not a princess. But please donât do it. I canât hear itâŚâ
âHear what?â
In response, you clap your hands together three times, mimicking the sound of skin slapping. âPlease.â
âYou mean sex?â
âDuh! At least...â You shake your head, trying to fight tears. You donât want to cry. âNot tonight. I donât want to hear it.â
Bucky sighs. Heâs already told you he isnât going to, but you mean sex now, and he wants to make that aspect clear too.
âI am not going to be with Cherry in any way, okay, princess? You wonât hear a thing because there isnât a thing going on, alright?â
You nod happily and giggle. âYes, sir.â You move your hand to your forehead, imitating a military gesture.
âWow, such a good girl,â he snorts. âI expect this attitude from you tomorrow too, love.â
You roll your eyes, still in a good mood. âIâm sleepy, go away.â
âAfter you made demands about my sex life?â Bucky laughs. âShould I make demands about yours?â
âGo away!â
âOh wait, thereâs no sex li-â You hit him with the nearest pillow you find before he can finish his sentence.
âAugh! So aggressive.â He leaves the room still giggling.
*
You wake up in the morning feeling well-rested, without any headache or stomach ache. You canât believe how embarrassing you acted toward Bucky. Like who are you to ask him not to sleep with someone? You wonder how he hasnât told you to fuck off already.
Heâs so kind, and here you are, lying to him, just like the rest of the family. Just like William. Youâre deceiving himâŚÂ
Even if he was into you after all, you lying to him like this would ruin any potential relationship before it even begins.
You need to stay away from him.
Packing doesnât take as long as you anticipated. William helps you get your bag in the car, and your family makes sure to remind you to be a good girl as if you are a naughty kid being left with a new nanny.
As much as you avoided Bucky until then, you canât help but stare at him as Cherry hugs him. Indeed, there is nothing but friendliness all over his face, and you wonder if this is how itâd be if you fucked him âin another universe. Youâd still be his friend? You cannot understand this. Not even a little.
Unfortunately, you donât notice Rebecca looking at you until itâs too late. As she hugs you goodbye, her words make you freeze.
âTake care of yourself, and please donât play with both of my brothersâ hearts.â
The shame floods your entire body, overwhelming you. You rush to the bathroom to splash water on your face, attempting to hide the tears staining your cheeks.
You fucked up really badly.
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Summary:Â Caught between playing the girlfriend of Bucky's younger brother and the unexpected allure of Bucky's genuine affection, you don't know what to do.
Pairing:Â (fake) boyfriend's brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings:Â teasing, pet names, language, no mention of y/n
Word Count:Â 3.7K
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A/N: This story will have around 4 parts, so this is just the beginning. And I also want to thank @marvelouslizzie and @lavenderhaze967 for their support!
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Itâs hard to ignore how loudly he chews or how some water drips down his chin as he drinks between bites. For someone educated well, he has no manners.
âCome on, eat faster. Heâs gonna come any second.â
You drop your fork on the plate and give him a look. As if! âI am not gonna do anything like that.â
He is his brother, not the devil. And he actually seemed pretty nice when you met earlier. The fact that William is so scared is funny.
âYou donât ever listen to me.â
âI wonder why.â Your sarcastic answer gets a sigh out of him before he stands up, throwing a napkin on the plate.
âIâll take a walk.â
âAnd? Do you want my approval?â You literally couldnât care less what he does or doesnât. Heâs annoying.
âNo, I told you in case he comes down...â
You canât imagine dealing with this version of him for days, or however long The Devil decides to stay. You snort. âGo ahead, take a walk. Take three walks, I can handle myself.â
He leaves without saying anything else, and you smile, scrolling on your Instagram feed. Fucking finally!
You donât know how your families considered this a good idea. You are close to hitting him every day, but it seems like things only become worse and worse. You just wish you could just run away and never come back.
âDo you mind if I sit here?â
You look up, jumping. It must be ridiculous to be so shocked since heâs the only one who could come here since William left. You let the phone down and wave to the chair in front of you.
âPlease, this is your house.â
The Devil gives you a polite smile. Manners... at least one brother has them. âBut I donât want to make you uncomfortable.â
âYou wonât eat me, right?â
He gives you a look you canât exactly decode, and that bothers you. You are good at reading people usually.
âNo, love, I wonât eat you.â He sits down amused, and you stare at his arms as he reaches for the chicken plate without realizing. Heâs... big.
âBon appetit!â You smile.
âI didnât say I wonât bite, though.â
You freeze, thinking he is flirting with you for a second. But itâs ridiculous, thereâs no way. Everyone spoke so highly of him: how he is always serious, how heâd be against this whole arrangement. No way heâd flirt with his little brotherâs girlfriend. âIs the chicken not enough for you?â
He laughs softly, and you canât help but stare at him a little more. He shaved and has a small cut right under his chin. Jesus, he is really hot! The little dimple, the eyes and that nose...
âDo what do you do?â
âAs in for work?â
âYep.â He empathizes the p in a very childlike way, which makes you wonder even more how old he is. You should totally ask William later.
âI work for my parentsâ company,â you whisper ashamed. You always hate when you say that out loud, but, somehow, it feels even more embarrassing now. You can feel his eyes on you, but you donât look at him.
âWhat do you do there?â
âBasic HR work.â
âIs the payment that low?â
You snort. âWhat?â
âYou sounded, so I assumed...â
âIt is a little low, not gonna lie. But I mean, no nepo baby judgementâŚ?â You hesitate because you realize you donât remember his name. Fuck! You and your bad memory.
âWhat? Why are you blushing?â He leans in, placing his elbows on the table to get closer to you.
How horrible can this situation get?
âI just... can I ask something?â
âI donât know, love, can you?â
You roll your eyes. You know what? He deserves it.
âWhat was your name again?â
He doesnât seem surprised or bothered by your question.
âFull name? James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. Should I write it down in case you forget?â
He gently takes out a pen out of his front pocket and grabs your hand. You tremble a little as he starts to actually write his name on your wrist. The letters get a little smudged, but theyâre still clear.
Holy fuck...
Heâs warm, but not too warm, so you wait for him to let you go.
âDo you always carry pens around?â
âOnly on special occasions.â He winks and gets back to eating, letting the pen on the table.
âHow old are you?â You ask before you can change your mind as you keep staring at your wrist. He looks in his early 30s, and since heâs the oldest one, it would make sense.
âDidnât Will tell you?â
You blush again. âYou can see my memory isnât the best.â
He sighs, suddenly shy and reserved, and you wonder if this is somehow a weak spot. But how would age be a weak spot for a man like this?
âOld.â He smiles. âThirty-eight.â
You try not to look affected as your eyes drop instantly on his left hand. No wedding band.
And he notices.
âHe didnât tell you Iâm single, either?â
You take a few slices of cucumber and eat them fast. âWhy would he?â
âIâm his brother.â
You throat feels dry as you nervously swallow. âAnd I am his girlfriend...â
Bucky nods and immediately starts eating.
âThatâs all?â You ask. âNo threat not to hurt your brother? No background questions?â
âHow old are you?â
âTwenty-six.â
âI would have guessed twenty-five.â
You snort. âReally? I was told I look younger than that.â
Bucky shrugs in response. âI assumed youâve been working for a while, and my brother likes them his age or older.â He pours himself a glass of water, and you watch him drink without any shame, not even caring if he notices. Youâre already flushed, and heâs a good view.
âI guess I fit the standard.â
He bites his lip while placing the glass down and shakes his head. âNope, actually you donât, this is why itâs really interesting.â He smiles. âHow did you two meet?â
âThe office. He came with his... your dad and we met at an event,â you answer instantly. Your parents have already made up the story for you, and you had to practice it a few times to make it sound genuine, which was a real struggle.
âWas it love at first sight?â
You snort. âThat doesnât exist.â
âAttraction?â
You try to subtly take a deep breath and pray youâll sound as convincing as you could. âLook, he seemed like a nice guy, good looking and smart. And he asked me out-â
âHe asked you out?â His eyes widen in sheer astonishment. âHe always waits for girls to ask him out.â
This is when you snap. What is this? An interrogation?
âAnd? He asked me out. People make exceptions sometimes, Mr...â you pretend you forgot his name again before you look at your wrist. âBucky.â
âI understand. My bad, didnât want to make you mad.â
You puff because his tone in everything but apologetic. âI am not mad!â
âNo, obviously. Just like you didnât pretend you donât remember my name a second ago.â
You bite your cheek annoyed. âDo you not have something more important to do than this?â You gesture between you two.
Not a smart move, but you are exposed anyway.
âBut this,â he copies your hands moves. âis fun. And I am just getting to know my little brotherâs girl. Since weâll live together and stuff.â
What?
âYou plan on staying?â
Bucky raises his eyebrows. âOf course.â He smiles. âWhere is William? I want to know more about how he asked you out.â
*
You canât say youâve been avoiding William, but youâre not necessarily enjoying his company. Since Bucky came, heâs been like a bomb, scared, annoyed, always suggesting you to move in his room because his brother will notice, but you brushed him off constantly.
Unfortunately, you canât tell him to go away now, too, as he drinks coffee in his gazebo.
âDo you want to go out? For a walk or lunch,â he asks, his voice carrying a hopeful noteÂ
âNo, thanks.â You donât intend to sound rude, but it comes out like this anyway.
His face falls, a subtle disappointment etched across his features, but he tries to hide it by taking a sip of his coffee. Instantly, a pang of guilt hits you.
âLook, Iâm sorry, I just... I just donât feel like going out.â With you.
âWell, you should at least try to make an effort, we should be seen together, you know?â he remarks, his tone slightly reproachful. You nod, realizing he must be also pressured by his family the same way yours pressures you.
âI understand. I assume they put pressure on you.â
He sighs. âOf course they do, but like I think itâs a good idea.â
âWhatâs a good idea?â
You know itâs Bucky not only by the way William stiffens, but you can also easily recognize his voice, and itâs hard to ignore how attractive you find it.
âTo go out more often,â you quickly say, avoiding his eyes. âI told him he should have fun since work has been stressful.â
âWhat about you?â He casually drops on the chair between you two and takes a bite from his sandwich.
âWhat about her?â William asks, , his tension evident in his voice.
âDonât you need some stress relief?â
âIâm alright.â You finally look properly at him as you speak. Heâs wearing a white tank top and his disheveled hair adds to the casual allure. Heâs so well-proportioned...
âGood.â He smiles and turns to William. âWhatâs wrong, punk?â
âJust work, you know? Business, you wouldnât understand.â
You and Bucky snort.
âSure, buddy, I wouldnât understand.â
âAre you having siblings time? Should I leave?â you ask, hoping for a positive response.
âBabe, no need.â
You try not to cringe at the way the word babe sounds coming from him and force yourself to give him a polite smile.
âPlease, babe, no problem.â You stand up waving, toward Bucky. âBye.â
Their brotherly time didnât last long, though. You take a short shower, and as you finish dressing up, you hear a knock on your door.
âYou can come in.â
You expect to see William's face when the door cracks, but no, it's not him at all.
âHi.â
You freeze.
âH-hi.â
Fuck, what will you tell him now?
âTrouble in paradise?â
âWhat? No. Uhm...â you look around. âWhat happened?â
âYou sleep here, right?â
âYep.â
He leans his back against the wall, and you can't help but notice how good he looks in those shorts. Jesus, it's like you haven't seen a man in your life.
âInteresting.â He laughs.
âWhatâs so funny?â You cross your arms, annoyed. He thinks heâs superior or what?
âYou are telling me you two have been together for less than six months and you sleep here?â
The judgement and amusement in his voice piss you off even more, as if the situation you are in isnât bad enough.
âYes, and?â
âAnd?â Bucky comes suddenly closer to you. âAre you seriously asking that?â
âYes! I donât see whatâs your fucking problem. How does where we sleep concern you?â
âCanât a man be curious?âÂ
Fuck your curiosity!
âWhat if we didnât wanna sleep together now and wait... does that make us less of a couple?â You let out your anger by screaming at him. You donât think youâve said anything more ridiculous than that because, sure, you respect everyone who wants to wait, but thatâs not you. There's no way you'd get engaged or marry a guy without knowing what your sex life would be like. No way!
âI didnât say that, but I know my brother, and he is not this type of person.â
You let a deep breath, finding it hard to take your eyes off his lips.
âWhat if I am?â
He doesn't answer you, simply moving his right hand to his back pocket and taking out a small perfume, then handing it to you. "I think this belongs to you."
Shit!
âYes, thank you!â
âSo you slept in my bed.â
The way he says it makes it sound like you had sex with him or something. But it still leaves you breathless.
You take the perfume from his hand. âDonât worry, I changed the sheets.â
âSee you at dinner, love.â He snorts, turning a little more toward you before opening the door. âYou got taste, though. It smells wonderful.â
*
Maybe itâs the hunger or the lack of sleep. Otherwise, why would this make you angry?
âYou look very well.â You roll your eyes as you imitate him before taking a sip of your water. Fuck him for coming here and disturbing you. It was enough you see him every morning and after work.
You hear a knock, then the door opens as soon as you put your bottle down. He didnât even wait.
âHi, love. How are you?â A few heads turn toward him and then you, and you groan.
âIâm well, thanks. Why are you here?â
Bucky shakes his head. âThis is not a nice welcome.â And then he notices everyone. âHello.â
You hear a few âhiâs, but he only focuses on you.
âWho are you waiting for?â You ask, and your thoughts immediately dart to Dana. He complimented her earlier, after all.
âMy dad.â
You roll your eyes. âFine, keep it a secret. I donât care.â
âIâm serious.â He snorts. âWhat has gotten you so worked up? Did you eat your chocolate bar today?â
You puff, trying to keep your annoyance under control. âWhatâs this question? Are you my mom?â
You can't lie, though. The fact that he noticed your daily chocolate bar ritual makes you happy. Today, however, you didn't have time.
âI can be your dad.â
That makes you gasp.
âBucky!â you whisper, and he leans in. âWe are working here.â
âAnd?â
âAnd go away, you disturb us.â
Bucky rolls his eyes and gets behind your back, dragging your chair away from the desk.
âBarnes!â
Jessica laughs behind you. âSuch an older brother behavior.â she says casually, and you frown. You donât want people to consider him your older brother. Well, itâs obvious why they do, but it still bothers you.
âI need you to come with me.â
You sigh. âDonât you see I am busy?â
âCome onnn!â
You tell Jessica youâll be right back and manage to take your phone with you before Bucky drags you by the arm to the hallway. Dana looks up, surprised, but this time he doesnât even turn his head toward her, guiding you to his dadâs office. Dana looks up, surprised, but this time he doesn't even turn his head toward her, guiding you to his dad's office.
âYou brought me here to be your babysitter? You are 38, not 8. I am sure you can wait patiently for your daddy.â
He closes the door, and you try to control your breathing. Why does he make you blush so much? Itâs been one month since you two met, and he still has this power over you.
âYou have a big sassy mouth, love, that is for sure.â
You cross your hands. âAnd?â
âAnd what?â
âYou wonât even deny you brought me here cause you were bored?â
âNope. Why would I?â
And there he is, getting closer to you little by little. You have to fight the urge to step back.
âInstead you talk about how big my mouth is...â you murmur and he snorts.
âQuite a big mouth for someone with thin lips.â
Well, that is a low blow. You donât even have thin-thin lips.
âYouâre an asshole.â You try to leave quickly, but he stops you instantly, realizing that made you mad.
âI didnât mean it in a bad way at all. You have a spark.â
âI am working. I do actually work, Bucky. It doesnât matter this is my familyâs company.â You try not to yell, but itâs hard. âI get youâre bored, but-â
âI am sorry.â
âFor what?â You voice is a whisper, as youâre still trying to calm down. Youâre surprised he apologized so fast.
âFor being like a douche. Itâs the opposite, I wanted your company because you are really nice and smart. I love our conversations. And you having a big mouth means to me you have an opinion and limits.â He takes your hand and squeezes it.
As he speaks, you can't help but feel a mixture of warmth and confusion. His sincerity catches you off guard, and the tension between you begins to shift. Maybe, just maybe, there's more beneath the surface of his teasing and provocation.
You nod. Maybe you overreacted, he never said anything offensive to you. And you appreciate his company in that house.
âItâs okay, I understand. I am surprised you are here, though.â
He doesnât let go of you hand, so you donât either.
âHe said he has an offer for the office renovation.â He shrugs. âI cannot refuse without talking first. It wouldnât be fair.â
You want to answer him, tease and maybe fish for more, but you hear the voices right outside the office and you let go of his hand immediately. As if it burned you, as if you were doing something forbidden.
William steps inside first, followed by his dad and your dad, surprisingly.
Bucky immediately gives you a look and takes a step back.
âYou came!â His father welcomed him before turning to you. âThanks for bringing him to my office.â
You realize this is your clue to go and you slowly walk to the door, intentionally ignoring your father. What shocks you is William grabbing your hand, the same hand Bucky touched before, and kissing your cheek.You realize this is your cue to go, and you slowly walk to the door, intentionally ignoring your father. What shocks you is William grabbing your hand, the same hand Bucky touched before, and then kissing your cheek.
âThanks, babe.â
You have to clench both of your fists not to punch him in the face, refusing to answer him. You donât know what bothers you more: the fact that he touched you so casually and called you babe again or that he did this shit in front of your families, and more important his brother.
You feel Buckyâs eyes all over your back and face and you canât help but turn to look at him. Heâs expressionless.
You shake your head. What did you expect?
You get back to your office a little grumpy and upset. Jessica immediately asks you if youâre okay, and you brush it off. Fuck your family, fuck Bucky, and fuck his brother.
But the meeting is surprisingly short since you have Bucky back at your desk fifteen minutes later.
You just canât take a break, can you?
âWhat?â
âShouldnât you have lunch?â He looks around to emphasize his words, and you roll your eyes. You know everyone left but you.
âI have to finish a few tasks. Why?â
âYour boyfriend left the meeting halfway through cause he was hungry.â
You almost gag. Youâve never hated that word more in your life, but you canât let him know that.
âAnd?â
âWhat do you mean and? Why are you not having lunch with him?â
âBecause I have tasks to do!â You snap, irritate, while looking him in the eye. You obviously donât want to talk about it, but he continues, seemingly unfazed.
âIs he gonna bring you some food?â
âNo, we didnât even talk about it. Can you leave me alone now?â
You are so close to crying for no fucking reason. You canât let anyone see you like this.
âPrick! He should have waited for you.â He strokes his chin as he speaks, clearly annoyed with his brother. âWant to come with-â
âIâm fine. Had my chocolate bar.â You interrupt him, your voice steady despite the emotional storm within. Finally, he takes the hint.
âOkay, love, I understand. Iâll leave you alone. See you home.â He smiles politely and leaves, giving you the space you need.
Alone in your office, you let out a shaky breath, your hands covering your face as you start sobbing. Itâs really touching how understanding Bucky is, even if heâs teasing you. Itâs a precious reminder that, amidst the chaos, there's someone who actually cares about your well-being.
*
You wait for William to return from his lunch break, and as soon as you see him, you drag him to his office quickly
âEasy! It hurts.â
âGood, itâs supposed to hurt!â
âWhat did I do?â He genuinely asks.
âYou fucking touched me. You kissed my cheek. Did I allow you?â
âWhat?â He raises his eyebrows. He doesnât remember seeing you so angry before.
âI asked you when I gave you permission to put your hands on me!â
âIâm supposed to be your boy-â
âBut you are not my fucking boyfriend! You donât have the option to touch me unless I let you by telling you that you can. And you donât even have to display a shitty facade because guess what? He doesnât care.â
âLook, I didnât mean to...â
âYou didnât mean to what? Get in my space? Take advantage of the situation?â The bitterness in your tone echoes your frustration. âYouâre just a man, thatâs what you do.â
âNot all-â
You laugh humorlessly, not even a little surprised. âNot all men, right? Well, I heard that one before. But you are officially in all-men category.â
You leave like a storm, letting the door open, and before you can get back to your desk, Dana calls your name.
âHi, what happened?â You try to sound calm.
âYou got a delivery and a note.â She hands them both to you and you canât help but ask:
âA note?â
Who writes notes anymore?
âYes.â
You take them from her desk, but you donât enter your office. You want to read the note first, without Jessicaâs eyes on you.
If you donât eat, Iâm gonna punish you... with my presence.
So think twice before refusing :)
You almost cry again right there in the middle of the hallway. Fuck him! Just fuck him!
How are you supposed to stop thinking about him when he does this?
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I'm Not Sure If I Can Do This
Summary: You want to try something new and Bucky isn't sure if he can do it.
Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+, established relationship, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, edging, no protection, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 1.9K
A/N: I wrote this little filthy story because of my friend Andreea's prompt. I'm glad it turned out to be something decent.
You can also send me requests if you want. I can't guarantee I'll write it but I'll certainly try.
Thank you @notafunkiller for proofreading and editing â¤ď¸
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
You thought explaining why you wanted this or even convincing him to do it would be harder, but it was quite the opposite. Bucky Barnes is a guy who loves to give, especially when it comes to pleasure. Itâs like heâs thriving on your pleasure while heâs delaying his own. He never made you wait or made you beg for release. Not once. And you really want to be desperate for some reason. And you have no intention to find out why. You just want to experience it. You want him to tease you relentlessly, deny your orgasm, and finally when he allows it, you want it to be explosive.
Itâs easy to imagine him doing all those things to you, but the idea of explaining it is just dreadful. Thatâs why you were so reluctant. You werenât sure if he would like the idea or maybe he would misunderstand your intention. None of that happened, though. You just said you wanted to try it and as you started to explain why, you noticed how his eyes were shining mischievously. Thatâs when you realized it was more than okay for him.
And thatâs how you ended up all naked and frustrated on your bed. Bucky is a man of his word, so when he said he was going to enjoy this, he was not lying. He has been teasing you for a while now, and all you feel is frustration and of course, that undeniable anticipation.Â
âBuckyâŚâ You whine as heâs moving so damn slowly inside you. The touches, the kisses, his damn tongue⌠It all feels good but not enough to make you come.
âYes?âÂ
The way he looks into your eyes makes you melt. You are so close to forgetting that he has been torturing you. He has been denying your orgasm every time you are getting close, yet the look in his eyes⌠It shows his true feelings.
âWhat do you want, baby?â
He sounds like he has no idea what you want. You wish you could hate him for this, but you canât. Youâve been imagining how this would feel like for so long, and heâs just turning your fantasy into reality while enjoying the ride.
âI wanna come.âÂ
You donât care if you sound desperate because you are. You are desperate to come. You want that relief you took for granted for so long. All those times he never denied you, all those times he never even paused for a second before giving you all the pleasure in the world.
âBeg for it.â
His response surprises you. You can see the desire in his eyes and how much heâs actually enjoying this, but you never expected that he would be so into it. Maybe he didnât know it either, but he definitely loves the state you are in. He even seems to enjoy edging himself because while torturing you, heâs torturing himself as well.
âBeg?â
âYes, baby. Beg. Isnât that what you wanted?â
âI-â You canât deny that, can you? You always imagined it this way, but you never actually begged before. Itâs easier when you are just imagining things, but looking at his face and saying those words⌠It feels incredibly hard.
âIf you are not ready to beg yet, you are not ready to come, sweetheart.â
Oh, thatâs awfully cruel of him yet so freaking hot. He knows you want to do this so badly, but your pride is standing in the way, and heâs willing to take you to the point where you wouldnât care about it anymore. Yet your mouth says something else.
âBut I am so closeâŚâÂ
âI know.â He moves in and out of you. His pace is torturously slow, yet it still feels amazing.
Then his fingers move onto your clit, gently rubbing it, and you feel a jolt of electricity all through your body. Itâs like a promise. The promise of blinding pleasure, but he stops after a couple of rubs and makes you whine.
âYou know what you have to say, donât you?â You nod in response, tears are beginning to well up. âYou can get what you want, any time you want.â You know that, but itâs like your mouth is having a hard time saying those words. âAnd you know we can stop this any time you want, right?â
Heâs trying to remind you of your safe word, but you donât want to stop. You have no intention of using it.
âPleaseâŚâ Your voice comes out so pathetically, but it makes him smile. Why is it so hard to say?Â
âPlease what?â He combines his words with actions. He moves a little bit harder inside you, and it reminds you of what you need. All you need is to ask him, and you know he will give it to you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, bracing yourself to beg.
âPlease move harder.â When you open your eyes back up, you see Bucky smirking. It just spurs something inside you. âPlease, pleaseâŚâ
âOh, babyâŚâ He sounds so condescending yet loving at the same time. You have no idea how thatâs even possible. âYou really need it, donât you?â
âYes!â Your answer comes out instantly. Fuck your pride, you need this.
âThen you will get what you want.â You feel relieved but it doesnât last long. âBut I have one condition.â He completely stops while talking. âYou wonât come before I say you can, got it?â
âButâŚâ
âI will move faster and harder, like you asked me to, but you gotta hold it.â He sounds like heâs explaining edging to someone who has no idea what it is. âShow me what a good girl you can be, and I will give you what you want.â
Fuck⌠Heâs making it so hard and hot at the same time. You really didnât think he would take it this seriously. You thought just a please would be enough for him but itâs not. Yet you canât seem to find it in your heart to regret asking him to do this.
âCan you do that for me?â
âI⌠I donât know. Iâve never tried it before.â
âI know you can take it, sweetheart. Just show me how good you are.â
Heâs a menace. He knows praising you will help and heâs using it damn well. So you find yourself nodding, and thatâs when he finally starts to move again.Â
His hands are grabbing your waist, while heâs fucking you the way you imagined it. Itâs rough, itâs fast, but god damn, it feels amazing. You feel your orgasm is quickly approaching, especially after all that teasing, and you try not to focus on the pleasure. Itâs so hard to move against your nature. Your body just wants to give into it and enjoy it to the fullest, but no, thatâs not what your mind wants. So you close your eyes to fight it. Maybe that will help.
âNo, no, no.â You hear Bucky saying. âYou gotta look me in the eyes, baby. No cheating.â
âBut thatâs notâŚâ He doesnât let you finish.Â
âBut it is.âÂ
âFine.â You know you sound like a child when you open your eyes back to see his pretty ones. They are so full of love and desire. You could come just looking into his eyes but you wonât. Not until he says so. You want to experience that crashingly intense orgasm.
âGood girl.âÂ
As if calling you a good girl with that deep voice of his isnât enough, he starts to gently rub your clit and you can feel yourself clenching around him. Your pussy is begging for release. So are you.
âYou are doing so good for me, baby.â His voice is full of adoration. âYou look so beautiful. All spread for me. Just waiting for my command to come around my cock.â He slams so hard inside you that it makes you moan even though you were trying to hold back all this time. âLet me hear you. You make such pretty noises.â
âPlease, Bucky.â Itâs so hard to hold back. You can feel tears running down your cheeks. You never wanted to come this badly in your life before. âPlease let me come.â
Finally, those words come out of your mouth. It has been a tough journey, but finally, you can ignore your pride and just ask for what you really want.
âThatâs all I needed to hear.â He suddenly pushes your legs onto your chest, practically folding you into two. That allows him to move deeper inside you. âYou can come now,â he says right before he starts to move again.
And just like that, you start coming on his command. Itâs unbelievable how your body was just waiting for four words to come out of his mouth. All that teasing, all the build-up and anticipation pays off. Your whole body starts to shake while heâs railing you like thereâs no tomorrow. Your head is thrown back, your eyes are closed and your lips are parted with the most delicious moans coming out of them.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Take it all.â He sounds like heâs close himself, but you are too lost in the bubble of pleasure to do or say something about it.Â
Itâs nothing like you have ever felt before. Itâs so intense that thereâs no thought in your mind, other than Bucky and how good he makes you feel. Itâs so long that you forget to breathe for a while. Your ears are buzzing, and your muscles are contracting. You never knew this was possible. You never knew it would be better than you imagined.
When you finally come down from your high, you open your eyes to see Bucky with the most pleased expression. He hasnât come yet. You can feel how hard heâs inside you, but you can see how accomplished he feels.
âGod, you are so fucking beautiful.â He keeps moving with the same pace, chasing his high.
âCome for me, Bucky,â you say while you reach out to touch his face. He has been working so hard to make your fantasy real. âCome inside me. Please.â
âFuck.â You can see heâs about to come. The veins around his eyes get so visible when heâs close. âYou want it, baby?â His voice comes out like a groan.
âYes. I want it. Please, give it to me.â
That does it. You just watch how he starts to come and damn, itâs such a pretty sight. You have seen this many times before, but it never ceases to surprise you. Him losing himself in pleasure like that⌠Especially when you know you are the reason for it. You are the reason why heâs so turned on. You are the reason why he comes so hard. You are the one doing this to him.Â
When heâs done, he gently moves out and rolls next to you. You whine a little because of how empty you suddenly feel. You feel his hot and deep breaths on your neck. As soon as you think you are feeling a little cold, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.
âThank you,â you say quietly, as if youâre afraid someone else will hear you.
âItâs my pleasure, sweetheart. You have no idea how much I enjoyed that.â
âOh, I saw how much you enjoyed it, Mr. Iâm Not Sure If I Can Do This.â
He scoffs at you bringing up his first reaction. Oh, how wrong he was. It was a completely unexpected experience.
âMaybe we should try choking next time.â You test the waters reluctantly, but the look heâs giving you is nothing but promising.
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Sorry your story is being hidden. Tumblr fucking sucks. Yet check the Sebastian stan smut tag and it's full of porn bots. Why doesn't Tumblr do anything about that?đ
Thank you so much. It really sucks because I donât understand the reason. I appealed when it happened for the first time and it got rejected in 15 minutes. Like what part of that story is against the guidelines? I guess I will never know.
And you are right about the porn bots. I get them as suggested posts on my timeline just because I follow Sebastianâs tags and yet they are doing nothing about it.
I will add the story on my masterlist with ao3 link I guess.
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I don't know what Tumblr's problem with this story is. I swear to god, I don't understand. This is the second time I published For The First Time here on Tumblr and it got the same result.
I have had stories before that got mature content warnings. This story should have the same but no... Tumblr wants to hide it. I'm not even gonna try to publish it again.
If you wanna read this story, you can click here and find it on ao3.
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This is the best story I've read recently. The tension, the longing, the possessiveness⌠And damn hot!
out of style
Summary: A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends' wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky's hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.
Pairing:Â ex-husband!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings:Â 18+, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, fingering, oral sĂŠx, no condom (but f is on birth control), language, a little alcohol, no mention of y/n
Word Count:Â 7.2K
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A/N:Â I really hope you'll enjoy it!
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
What an ass... He has no shame at all. And the worst part? Youâre still somehow surprised by it. As if you havenât known him for years.
You look away, making sure to take a sip from your wine before focusing on the conversation again. Itâs Natâs big day, and youâre so happy for her, but listening to this story for the seventh time is exhausting. Same reactions, too: âWow, heâs so well trained.â or âThe wedding bands didnât fall even once. Enzo is fantastic.â Heâs a trained dog, you donât get why theyâre so fucking impressed.
You give Nat a smile before you excuse yourself to go to the bar. Maybe you should get a cocktail, the wine tastes terrible. On the way, you notice Steve talking to Miss Sunshine in the right corner, and you just nod toward him politely, trying to look unbothered. Itâs his best friendâs girlfriend after all. What did you expect? Plus, maybe itâs just a polite conversation.
âA Sex on the Beach, please,â you murmur to the bartender.
âVodka so early?â
You turn your head with a sigh just to see a guy you recognize from Natâs engagement party. A fresh haircut, a simple suit and wandering eyes.
âIs there a time limit for a cocktail?â you respond, rolling your eyes when you notice he is still fixated on your chest.
He immediately raises his hands in defense as he takes a seat next to you.
God, if you hate one thing about being single besides the lack of sex is this⌠needing to deal with those men. It was perfect when Bucky used to take care of them.
âI didn't mean it like that, sweetheart.â You scrunch your nose instantly. God no!
âHere you go!â The bartender places the glass gently in front of you, and youâve never been more grateful to see her.
âThank you!â You smile before taking a huge sip, hoping it will turn him off and make him get away.
âA vodka tonic for me.â His tone is commanding, and you try not to roll your eyes again as he leans in closer. âWeâre matching.â
âHuh?â You choke.
âVodka lovers.â
Alright, time to get out of here!
You quickly grab your glass and stand up, making sure to fix your dress just in case, but his eyes are already on your breasts again. For fuckâs sake! How is he Steveâs cousin?
And talking about Steve, you almost jump when you hear him saying your name.
âHey.â Youâve never been happier to see him.
You canât say the same thing about his friend, whoâs right next to him, looking the creepy blondie up and down.
âIs everything alright?â Steve asks with obvious concern. âDo you feel okay?â
âHey, man! The food is great and the company even better. Look at her, such an eye candy, am I right?â He chuckles at his own disgusting comment. âI mean, youâre married. Donât answer that, I donât want Romanoff on my back.â And after all of this, he has the audacity to wink at Steve. But before you can throw your cocktail over his shirt and make a scene, Buckyâs already getting in front of you, blocking your view with his huge back.
âIf you want to keep your teeth, get the fuck out of here and never, ever get even within three feet of my wife. Am I fucking clear?â
His tone is so cold, harsh, and arrogant at the same time, but also so possessive. It surprises both: you and Steve, because he immediately looks at you confused before dropping his eyes on your hand.
He must be looking for a ring.
God, you never hated Bucky more than when you see blondie standing up and going straight outside just like that. It makes you even angrier because itâs always a man who has to explain the obvious signs to these assholes so they leave. You say no? You are playing hard to get. You are with a man? Then itâs all off-limits.
You sip your cocktail with frustration, the taste of vodka lingering on your tongue.
Then, you take a step toward Bucky, grabbing his arm and turning him so he can face you. âListen and listen good, Iâm not your wife and I donât need you to play the macho hero! I can handle myself, so back off!â You wanted to leave after saying this, but the way he looks at you makes you change your mind. His eyes softened, showing a trace of your old Bucky, and it only pisses you off more. He labeled you just like that... âI divorced you for a reason, Iâm not your property or responsibility. Stay out of my fucking business or Iâll show you exactly how well I can take care of myself!â
You hand him your half-full glass and storm out, seeing red. Or well, blue.
You anticipated that heâd come after you, of course you did. You know him, as much as you hate to admit. You still know him well. Too well.
And when you hear his sigh behind you, you donât jump.
âYou can handle yourself, but he was all over you. Sorry for being a gentleman.â He apologizes sarcastically. âI guess old habits die hard.â
âToo bad, Barnes! I am not your little wife. I am not your girlfriend. I am not even your friend.â You turn your head to look at him as heâs standing on the other side of the balcony. âAnd I am not that flavor of the month of yours, you have to kill these habits.â
He raises his head. âFlavor of the month?â
âYeah, your plus one. You know, you should take care of her instead of trying to play hero and calling me your wife.â
âKeeping an eye on me? He smirks. âThought you divorced me for a reason.â
Fuck him! He thinks he got you... âI did! You couldnât open your mouth to say what bothers you, remember?â
âWell, I opened my mouth to do something else, far more exciting.â
You gasp, incredulous at his audacity.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â You scream, walking toward him. âSeriously!â
âWhat is wrong with me? You tell me! You divorced me for a reason.â
âDonât you have someone else to bother? Fuck off already, Bucky!â
âYou got angrier with me now than back there with him. Unbelievable!â He shakes his head.
You take a deep breath, trying not to have a crisis. You are not gonna let him get to you. âLook, can you just pretend this didnât happen?â
He instantly looks at you shocked as he leans in. âThis as in,â he waves between you two. âOur marriage? You think I can pretend our marriage never happened?â His voice grew louder, his words punctuated by sharp, angry inflections. âYou think just because we divorced, you get to ask me that? How can you...â
Youâre taken completely aback by his whole attitude, and itâs like youâre back in time at your wedding as he made you sneak out so he can make you come on his tongue after saying all sorts of things.
You donât know why you suddenly remembered that, but you need to snap out of it.
âI meant the whole interaction, you annoying man!â
âHow was I supposed to know?â He looks much more relaxed now, though, and before you can think about it, youâre poking his chest.
âWhy would I tell you to forget about our marriage, Bucky?â You smile. âYou are more than free to think about me as you fuck your little flavor of the month. I am not gonna stop that.â
You see his eyebrows raise instantly as his gaze drops to your finger. âMy little flavor of the month? How many times did you think about me fucking her?â His hand finds your wrist. âDid you wonder if Iâm fucking her from behind as I choke her? Did you imagine me coming all over her tits? Did you-â
You grab his cheeks, just the way he likes it, to stop him.
âYou think I have nothing better to think about? I have my own dicks that occupy my thoughts,â you lie through your teeth, and he knows it. God, he knows it as he chuckles right away.
âWhatâs so funny, Barnes?â You let go, expecting him to do the same, but heâs still holding your other wrist.
âYou have no dick to think about. I know you broke up with your last flavor of the month, honey.â
He knows how much you hate being mocked with the word honey, but you bite the inside of your cheeks. âItâs funny really,â you fake giggle, looking up at him. âYou assume I donât have someone already. Maybe Iâm just enjoying my life after our divorce... new dick every month since I am a free woman. I donât even need something serious. You know how much I love sex.â
His smile immediately drops, his face reddening.
âYou are absolutely infuriating!â Even his tone carries a sense of irritation.
âAww, what happened?â
Itâs his turn to grab your face, making you gasp. You donât remember the last time he touched you, and youâre shivering.
âYouâre playing a very dangerous game, and you know it!â
âI donât play games, Bucky, that is your specialty.â You smile, trying to maintain your composure. âNow let me go and get back to your little girlfriend. You can be mad about how many dicks she thinks about.â
âYou canât do the whole non-attachment shit. I know you well, donât forget that. Youâre my...â He talks so fast youâre surprised he stopped. You know what he was gonna say, of course you know. The audacity!
âI am not your wife, Bucky. You literally have a woman with you here tonight. We divorced, we live in separate places, and we fuck different people.â
âWho are you fucking, huh?â He almost spits the last words. âTell me! Nat said youâre single.â
âYouâve been asking Nat about my personal life?â And she is spilling to him? No way.
âFuck...â he frowns, dropping his hand from your face. âNo.â
âSteve!â You realize. âGod, this is pathetic! Why do you keep tabs on me, huh? Canât you just mind your own business? Is your life goal to piss me off?â
âIâm not the one calling Jessica the flavor of the month.â
âHa!â You laugh in his face. âWell, you have no success in getting a girlfriend. And they all look pretty familiar.â You canât hide the venom in your voice. âThe differences are theyâre just taller and with less in the chest department. Quite interesting, donât you think?â
âSo youâre keeping tabs on me too!â
âYou flatter yourself. Itâs quite obvious, look at Jessica. Does she know you were married to me? Does she beg you to fuck her mouth? Does she...â You take a deep breath. âDoes she call you daddy, James? Does she ride you until you lose control and turn her on her back so you can pound her?â You donât care anymore. Right or wrong, youâre gonna let it all out. âDo you praise her? Tell her how wet she is for you? How your cock is made for her? Do you... do you tell her you love her while sheâs coming? Do you fucking call her your good girl?â
âJesus-â You donât let him continue his sentence, interrupting him.
âDoes she take you like I did? Does she beg for you because she feels empty, James? Does she? Did any of them?â
âStop. It.â
âWhy? You didnât stop!â
He sighs, reaching out to grab your cheeks gently. âNo one does, are you happy? I donât even fucking try. I donât let anyone call me daddy, I donât choke anyone and I definitely donât fuck anyone like I fucked you. Are you happy? Seeing me miserable and pathetic? Are you enjoying it?â
You canât deny the satisfaction and relief you feel when you hear that. Dating post-him was a very bad experience overall, so him not upgrading, indeed, in any way, makes you feel victorious. At least, youâre both suffering.
âYeah, I actually enjoy that.â
âWhat about you?â He snaps. âDo you do all of that?â
âI donât want to be called daddy, James.â
âYou know exactly what I meant! You call those losers daddy? You choke around their cocks? Do you beg for their small dicks to go deeper and finish yourself off after it?â
âLike I begged for your small dick?â You ask annoyed, knowing how dumb this lie is, but what else can you say? No one compares to him and never will.
His response shocks you as he reaches down to the zipper of his worn jeans and pulls it down.
âWhat the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?â
âWanted to, you know⌠give you more mocking material in case you forgot how small it is.â
You have to think twice about what to say because the first thought was: I have enough videos, thanks. But you canât. You canât expose yourself like that.
âJames, what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to hurt me?â
âWith my small dick?â
You look away for a few seconds, not wanting him to read you. âWhy are you doing this? We divorced, youâre seeing someone, Iâm good by myself... just let it go.â
He smiles at that, and you realize you indirectly told him you are indeed not fucking anyone.
âWhy would I let go of my wife?â
Youâre slapping his chest before you realize what youâre doing. âStop this, Bucky! Just fucking stop.â
Heâs hurting you, how can he not see that?
âYou said you divorced me for a reason. You said...â he pauses. âYou ordered me to leave you alone. Well, what if I donât want to?â
âWhat are you, a fucking stalker?â
âNo!â He almost screams. âI am fucking in love with you, you infuriating woman!â
âW-what?â
He canât be joking about this, can he? He is not cruel. He is not vile. This isnât a game.
âIâm in love with you. I love you. You own me... you fucking control me.â
âHow?â
He laughs hysterically, running his hands through his hair before pulling. âI am fucking obsessed with you: how you are, if youâre doing well, if you miss me, if youâre fucking someone else, if your date went great, if you regret being with me, if someone else makes you smile wider. I dream about you, I am so miserable I couldnât be with anyone. With Mia it lasted a month. I wasnât... I wasnât okay. I am not okay.â
You look at him, waiting for more. âGo on and zip your jeans, weâre in public.â You watch him quickly do what you demand before you continue. âAnd what about Jessica tonight? Or Alexa a month ago? Why are you lying to me?â
âItâs not real. Jessica... I was just trying to make you jealous, okay? I was sneaking looks all night, have you not noticed at all?â
You donât smile, despite your huge instinct to. Instead, you cross your arms, watching him drop his gaze straight to your boobs.
âWhy would I notice, James?â
âWell, how did you notice Jessica looking a little like you, that sheâs with me here?â
Fair point...
âJust...â Youâre suddenly gripped by this crazy urge to just fuck him right here. You even regret telling him to zip back up. You could have just lifted your dress as he lowered his briefs and took out his cock. And just like that, you could have just fucked against the wall or something. You would have let him rip off your panties too. You just need his cock so badly! âShut the fuck up!â You snap, grabbing him by his neck so he can lean in enough for you to be able to kiss him. And oh, you kiss him!
You donât have to fight to dominate the kiss, surprisingly, because he lets you. He lets you bite his lip and almost draw blood, he lets you unzip his pants again and push down his unfit-for-a-wedding jacket, and most importantly, he lets you be his again, as pathetic as that might sound. You feel him emotionally, not just physically.
Without wasting more time, you drop to your knees, making sure only your dress and shoes touch the floor directly. You drag down his pants and briefs at the same time from your position, and he looks at you surprised.
âI thought weâre in public and you were fucking some-â his words die as you bring your tongue to the head of his cock, tasting the precum, but not sucking even a little bit.
âWerenât you saying something?â You tuck your hair strands behind your ears as you mock him. You love being on your knees for Bucky. He has this dominant energy, but he always makes you feel in power even when he fuck your mouth. And you enjoy it, you feed on it. One of the reasons you missed him so much. And he can take mocking. âPlease go on. I am all ears.â You breathe out on his dick. âAnd tongue.â
âOh god,â Buckyâs voice is a moan at this point, and you laugh. So easy...
âIâm your god now? Aww! Come on, do I have to do everything tonight?â
He looks down at you confused. His blue eyes are almost grey, and you know heâs on cloud nine already just because youâre there.
âWhat?â
âOh, you need translation. Well,â itâs all you say before wrapping your lips around his dick and using both of your hands to push him as deep as he can go inside your mouth. He moans at the same time you gag, and his balls slap you in the face. He instinctively looks at you to ask if youâre okay, but you are more than okay. You are fucking alive. You encourage him to fuck your throat at this point by squeezing his ass cheeks and touching his balls.
âGod, look at you! That pretty black dressâŚâ He pulls out and back in not as forcefully as he can, but enough to make you start tearing up quickly. âOn your knees for you man. That mouth!â
You find yourself moaning at the feel of his fingers grasping and tugging at your hair. Jesus, how you missed this...
âYou have the sweetest mouth.â Does he even realize what heâs mumbling? âI could die right here. Right now,â he says and thrusts harder, which makes you close your eyes. You can barely see anything because of the tears, and heâs already close. âMy pretty baby, my fucking girl.â
Youâre getting wetter and wetter the more he talks, and itâs crazy. Youâre cold and your jaw is hurting, yet you love this.
âNot caring if someone can catch us, just making sure you mark me again. God, I'm gonna come, baby. Gonna... should I p-pull-â
You donât let him finish his sentence as you grab his ass to make sure you keep him there, in your throat, as he comes while moaning your name.
When he finishes, he immediately helps you stand up, before he kisses you desperately, his tongue immediately licking your bottom lip to get access. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. You moan in the middle of the kiss because his semi-hard cock is right where you need it, and itâs like torture...
âNeed to taste you, okay, baby?â He asks with so much need in his voice. He sounds so whipped. âNeed my pussy. Can I take you to my room?â
That is perfect, a dream at this point. But you need to make him a little more desperate.
âBut the wedding⌠They would kill us.â
âI am sure you care sooooo much about this wedding and Natâs stories. More than about getting my tongue on that pretty clit of yours and making you come all over my face.â
You canât hold back your laughter.
âFair point, Mr. Barnes. I deserve my orgasms, especially after listening to you pathetically trying to seduce me by admitting how desperate you are.â
âYou dropped to your knees on this balcony just to mark my cock as yours.â
You pull his hair a little. âYou said it yourself, it's already mine. Now get that ugly jacket and carry me.â
Bucky snorts, kissing your cheek. âYou bought me that ugly jacket.â
âI know.â
*
You donât know where you left your phone and even though you should feel panicked, you donât. All you can focus on is Bucky taking off your dress and groaning at the sight of your cups. You couldnât wear a full bra, so you improvised. They could barely hold your breasts, but no nipples showing? Win.
âHurry up!â
âJesus,â he moans and reaches for your cups. Desperate man... you roll your eyes, but let him uncover your breasts and grab them into his hands eagerly. Heâs not just holding them, he looks and touches them as if heâs never seen boobs in his entire life, let alone yours.
âJames...â You sigh, throwing your head back in pleasure when he finally gets your nipple into his mouth. Your hand finds his hair instantly, and you watch him suck happily while playing with your other nipple.
âYouâre quite hungry,â you say with a smile, stroking his hair. You missed this so much. His need to always touch or sleep on your boobs, the way he grabs them while heâs pounding you... You shiver in anticipation when he switches to the other tit.
âFucking shit, I missed them so much.â
You snort. âMy boobs?â
âMine.â Heâs not sucking anymore, heâs eating them, shocking you.
âH-hold on a second, Bucky. Theyâre breasts, not my clit.â
âItâs been a year, love. Let me get my fill. I died without them. Died!â
As much as you wanted to think only about the part he missed your boobs, you canât help the jealousy that clouds your mind. You were divorced, yet the image of him sucking someone elseâs tits makes you want to hit a wall. Mia all over him... You pull his hair angrily. âYou surely had other tits in your mouth, Bucky, for the past year. Donât pretend this is any different.â
He immediately stops sucking. âYou... you canât believe this. Tell me you donât believe this.â
You look away, too proud to face him. âWhat am I supposed to believe, huh? Itâs been one fucking year.â
âIâve been yours this whole year. Iâve been thinking about you, fucking my fist while watching... our videos, as fucked up as it might be. I tried to date, but I failed, and trust me, it has nothing to do with the size of my dick and my age. No one is you. No one smells like you or talks like you. No one is my brat with the god complex.â
âGod complex?â You raise your eyebrow, keeping your face straight. âFuck you.â
âI will fuck it out of you as I usually do, donât worry.â
âThen why does it keep coming back?â
He chuckles. âBecause you want to get fucked all the goddamn time.â
âLike you donât!â You puff. âCome on, I breathe in your direction and you get hard, Bucky.â
âDid you see yourself? Did you have sex with yourself? You cannot judge me!â He grabs your breasts again. âThere is no comparison, okay? You have no rival. Never did, never will.â
âThatâs all?â You puff, amused. âMy looks?â
âDo I even have to say⌠Your god complex exists for a fucking reason. Youâre the smartest, most sarcastic, and feistiest person Iâll ever meet. One mocking comment, and you know how I get.â
âPathetic?â You mock him on purpose just to get the reaction he is talking about. You love it when he compliments you.
âIs this why you divorced me? Cause I am a pathetic son of a bitch?â
You take a deep breath. âI divorced you because you refused to communicate properly with me anymore, and you know it.â
âSo not because of my small dick, either,â he remarks, making you roll your eyes.
âNo, your small dick is one of the reasons I am here.â
Bucky dramatically touches his heart. âSo youâre using me for my sex skills!â
âAs if you donât beg me to use you. Come on, put that mouth to good use before Nat comes after us.â
He doesnât disappoint as he finally rips your underwear off, just like you fantasized about, and you use this as the perfect opportunity to fish for more.
âWhat happened, Jamie? So eager. Arenât you a little good-â
The word boy comes out as a moan when you feel his index finger curled up inside you suddenly.
âWhat happened, honey? Too big for you?â
âDick!â
âYouâll get that. I just need to erase the memories of having little pencils in here. That must have been traumatic.â
âYouâre such a jerk!â You snort, but heâs right. It was really bad.
Bucky shrugs, finally kneeling properly between your legs before lifting them on his shoulders. God, yes!
âGonna give my pussy some loving.â
âD-didnât know you have a pussy, James.â
He smiles against your inner thigh. âI certainly keep what I lick.â
âEww, what the fuck.â
He snorts, kissing your slit. âI am joking, baby. Tried to imitate one of those dicks you thought you could replace me with.â
Petty fucking bitch! You grab him by his hair and push him closer to your pussy.
âShut the fuck up and eat!â
His tongue feels like heaven, indeed, on your clit. Youâve lost count of how many times you remembered him eating you out so you can come this year. He's just so good at eating your pussy.
You let out a satisfied sigh when he adds a second finger. You start to feel like before⌠like you and Bucky are still married and with no problem. Like you're happy. He makes you so happy. Made.
So you stare at his hair and stroke it as he sucks on your clit, completely squashed between your thighs, and try to hold back your tears.
When he adds his third finger and starts tracing eight figures on your clit with his tongue before he flattens it, you know youâre about to come.
There is something about the way he always manages to make you vulnerable even if itâs not intentional, to cut you open and get in... and you donât want it to be over. You canât let him go again after tonight. Youâd suffocate.
Your efforts to delay your orgasm and not tear up are futile because when he sucks a little harder, you come and start sobbing somehow. The orgasm is strong and even though youâd want to watch Bucky, you close your eyes, letting yourself go, and shut your mind down for a second. Everything feels so overwhelming. So amplifiedâŚ
Youâre grateful he doesnât stop fucking you with his fingers, either, even though you felt him hesitating when he heard you crying. You really needed this.
As soon as you finish, you drop your legs, furiously trying to wipe your face. He knows the difference between crying because of a crazy orgasm and you being emotional. He instantly gets back on the bed next to you and pulls you into the tightest hug youâve had in two years.
âGod, Iâm...â You donât know how to continue this phrase. You should not feel sorry for crying and youâre not pathetic for it. âI m-missed you so much, Bucky. Why did you give up?â
You feel his warm breath on your forehead. âI never gave up, baby, I swear.â
âB-but you did. You didnât even try for more than six months. When I told you...â You take a deep breath. âThat I want a divorce, you didnât even look at me. Once, Bucky! Not even onceâŚâ You show him your index finger. âYou simply agreed. You gave up on us. I was waiting for you to say: no, letâs try. No, Iâll communicate. Your words...â You sob. âYour words would have been enough for me. You should know that.â
âOh my god, baby, please, breathe!â He kisses your forehead over and over again. âI never gave up, I swear. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell you all of that, but you asked me for divorce. It felt like you wanted out. You were tired of fighting... you were tired of me. And I didnât want to tell you to stay just so you could either stay with me out of pity or reject me. I would have died... To look at you and beg, and to see you detached.â
You shake your head into the crook of his neck. He cannot...
âHow would I be detached if I tried for six months? How would I get tired of you?â
âExactly. You tried for six months. I thought you snapped out of it...â
âOut of what?â You whisper, scared to say it louder, but he hears you anyway.
âOut of love.â
You immediately lift your head to look at him. Heâs crying, too. âBucky...â You bring your fingers to his cheeks and start to caress them.
âI just couldnât remember us like this. I couldnât look into your eyes and see you staring at me like Iâm a stranger.â
âJesus Christ, when did we fail to communicate this much?â
He knows you donât expect an actual answer, so instead of speaking, he holds you, and kisses you, and makes you giggle.
The more you move into his lap, the better you feel his erection pressing against your pussy. So close, yet so far.
He groans, placing his hands on your hips. âCareful.â
âWell, I donât want you to be careful. I want you to fuck me raw right now.â
âRight now? He snorts, using his position to his advantage and moving. And just like that, youâre suddenly pressed with your back against the bed, and his mouth covers the valley between your breasts. That didnât take a lot of convincing.
âDid you fuck anyone else without protection?â You ask unsure how to formulate it without it sounding a little weird. Youâre not even sure you want to know the answer if itâs positive, but still.
âNo. Only condoms and well... to be honest more my fist,â he chuckles, helping you get on your back again by bringing a pillow under your head. âI tested myself, of course.â
You nod, trying to hide your happiness. You selfishly wanted this: no one but you to feel him without any barrier.
âGood.â
âWhat about you?â
âNo one for me, either.â
You would laugh at his proud face if you didnât know he might use it to tease you later. You can use it too, though.
âCome on, baby, spread your legs for me. Daddyâs home.â
You laugh surprised, but you do what he says. You really missed having him between your legs.
Needy, you reach for his T-shirt, that for some reason is still on, and you tug it down, showing him you want it off.
He hesitates for a couple of seconds too long before grabbing his T-shirt by the neck.
âCome on, what did you do? Got a tattoo?â
You get your answer as soon as heâs finally naked.
âOh, God!â You instantly lift your hand so you can grab his necklace. âWhat the fuck, James...â
âI told you I never gave up on us.â
âSo youâre telling me youâve been keeping it on since we divorced?â
He blushes, looking away. âYeah.â
âEven when you were with other girls?â
Your heart is racing.
âNever took it off.â
You giggle, touching the surface of the ring over and over again.
âNo wonder why nothing worked.â
âI had no intention to make it work.â
You say nothing, just looking into his eyes and letting him see how fucking much you love him, how he could never be a stranger, and you kiss him, wrapping your legs around his ass to show him what you need.
âI want you to pound me, okay? I want to feel you for days, do you hear me? I am so wet and ready. Please, just fuck me!â
You shiver a little when you feel the back of his hand brushing against your clit while he brings his cock to your entrance.
âGonna make you mine again, alright? Gonna make you forget this year and everyone who,â He finally thrusts inside you. âTried to get you.â
Heâs thick. Really thick, and you canât believe how you managed to survive without this stretched-out feeling for a whole fucking year.
âI hate you so much!â
He snorts. âI am pretty sure you love me. Otherwise, I wouldnât have my cock inside you after one year.â
âThis is the problem!â You hiss when he pulls almost completely out. âOne year, Bucky!â
âAww!â He says a bit mockingly before thrusting all the way in again. Oh my God... you close your eyes. âIs this your bratty way of telling me you missed my small dick?â
âBratty? You think this is bratty?â You ask him sarcastically before bringing a hand to his ass. âHarder!â
âHarder, huh?â He quickly unwraps your legs and turns you on your belly before you can react.
You gasp, shocked by how fast he is and hating the emptiness, but he ignores it, bringing a pillow under your pussy.
âAss in the air, come on.â
You comply immediately, staring at his face from the side. He looks like heâs on a mission, with his hair already in all directions and the wedding band hanging around his neck.
The first thing you feel is his mouth on your ass cheek, licking on a spot before biting.
You hiss. âJames!â It hurts, not more than a spanking, but you werenât ready for that.
âMine.â
You snort, wiggling your ass. âYeah, yeah. Now gimme my cock.â
And he does. He so does, heâs not slowly entering you, no. He pushes in almost fully with only one thrust, making you bite into your pillow.
âYou missed that, didnât you? The way I fill you up is so good. The way...â He slaps your ass. âNo one can make you feel so good. No one can fuck you like the desperate whore you are for my cock.â
You moan loudly into the pillow. You love being called a whore like this. Because he is right and he is obsessed with it, anyway. âB-Bucky...â
âTell me whose cock you love? Tell me.â
Heâs thrusting so fast at this point that you can barely even hear him.
âBucky.â
âNo, no, no. That is not what you call me like this.â
âJames...â
He suddenly stops thrusting, and you whine, lifting your spinning head to look at him over your shoulder. No matter how much you try to tilt your hips to make him move, you fail.
âIf you want to get fucked, baby, you gotta call me the right-â
âDaddy. Daddy, daddy. Happy now?â
He rolls his eyes, obviously not that happy with your tone.
You smirk.
âI see you need a lot of battiness fucked out of you.â
âThen why are you not fucking me, daddy?â
âOh, goddamn it!â Heâs not holding back now, moving like he used to. âTell me, baby. Tell me you love me... that no one, fuck- no one is like me!â
His voice tinges with a hint of neediness... maybe even urge. His vulnerability takes you a little aback because itâs stronger than his mocking. Heâs genuinely seeking for reassurance as he gazes at you with a mixture of desire, desperation and longing. Heâs searching for validation in your eyes the way you were earlier, so you give it to him.
âYouâre the only one for me, J-James. I love you forever. I never... I n-never stopped!â You canât keep your head up a second longer as you drop it on your pillow, moaning.
âWeâre getting married tomorrow.â
You half-snort, half-moan. âW-we canât.â
âWe can.â The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy almost covers the sound of his voice.
âWe... we have to apply first.â
He spanks your ass again, and you scream, the sudden pain making you feel so good.
âSo wet for me. They stood no chance. T-they donât know how hard you want it.â
âDaddy, please... Please!â Youâre a moaning mess. You just need a little harder. Just a little.
Youâre not sure if youâre gonna have a voice after this. Heâs pounding you so hard.
âMy good, good girl.â Heâs squeezing your hips, and the sound of your skin slapping is echoing. âGod, gonna come for me? Jesus, wanna fill you up with my come too. Please, baby.â
You donât know when or how he manages to do it, but he sneaks one of his hands under your body and pinches your nipple. You gasp, the wave of pleasure hitting you as he keeps fucking you. You feel your body weakening when he says your name over andl over again, but you donât open your eyes for a while, letting him fuck you desperately while playing with your breast.
âGonna- fuck, take my come, wife! Take me!â
Heâs coming so much... surprisingly much even for him. You can feel him dripping down your thighs even when he slows down, then stops his movements before he falls on top of you as soon as he finishes.
âJames...â You groan. âYouâre heavy.â
He places a small kiss on your back, and you giggle.
âI love you.â
You melt, but he moves to the side before you can reach for his cheeks.
âI love you, too.â You kiss him. âSo much that I let you drag me out of my best friendâs wedding reception.â
Bucky snorts, brushing his nose against your face. âPretend all you want, I know you were bored as fuck.â You feel him slowly pulling out of you, and you whine. Itâs a little uncomfortable. âSorry, wifey.â
âIâm not your wife yet.â
âYet, but you were and you will be again this week.â He takes your ring finger into his mouth.
âBucky!â
âWhat? We need new rings.â
You try to pull out your finger. âNo, we donât. I have mine.â
âWe need...â
âHow about we use all that money for a vacation instead?â
âNeah, honeymoon is honeymoon.â
He finally lets your finger go. âWe are not buying other wedding bands.â
âI am not debating a new engagement ring, though.â
You roll your eyes, but you know itâs the best deal you can get.
âFine, a new engagement ring,â you agree while rolling ro his side and placing your head on his chest. âI donât wanna move.â
âDonât want to or canât?â
You decide to surprise him by biting a spot right above his nipple. He groans while you simply laugh.
âYou just canât be subtle, can you?â
âIf youâd wanted subtle youâd have gone for someone like Steve.â
âEww, Bucky. I have your come dripping out of me and you bring up Steve?â
âYou literally talked about Nat a sec ago.â
Then, as if a switch was flipped, your eyes widen. âOh shit, my phone!â
âWhere did you forget it?â Bucky asks casually, so used to gathering your things for you. You really missed that, too.
âTable. God... Do you think they know?â
âKnow what?â He giggles, raising both of you until your backs touch the headboard. âThat you dropped on your knees in the middle of the wedding to suck my cock? Or how I fucked you raw until you cried.â A sudden realization crosses his face. âYou asked me to fuck you raw. Are you... still on the pills?â
You roll your eyes. âYou think Iâd let you fuck me like this for the first time we talked to each other properly since we divorced if there was a big chance to get pregnant?â
âI assume you are still on the pills, donât be patronizing!â He kisses your nose, which he knows tickles you.
Ass...
âYou are asking a dumb question instead of getting your ass downstairs to bring me my phone.â
âHow is that dumb? I wanted to know if I should get you a pill or something.â
âSo you donât want babies with me!â You try not to laugh as you say it, biting your lip to keep your face serious.
âWhy do you act as if I told you I donât want a baby with you?â He chuckles when he sees you pouting. âWeâre just getting back together and no way youâd want a baby now. But if I am wrong, letâs go for it. I can give you a baby, just get off the pills.â
âYou donât give me a baby, James. We have a baby together!â
He sighs, getting off the bed to get his clothes back on. âObviously, but I am the one coming inside you. This is what I meant. I am all in. But we need some adapting time at least.â
You should stop this whole teasing-testing thing. You both have the same opinion after all. You might have a baby, and you know heâd be involved one hundred percent, but not now. Absolutely not.
âI know. Thanks for asking.â
âYouâre such a tease.â He snorts, putting on his pants. âBefore I go, do you want me to run you a bath or should I bring you a towel?â
âDo you plan on staying there?â
He turns his head to you instantly. âYeah, sure. I am gonna eat some steak and brag about fucking my wife.â
âAlright, alright. Bring me a snack and we can take a bath together. Actually,â you think about it better. âIâm gonna clean up and wait for you.â
âYou want me to fuck you again, donât you?â He asks as he fixes his jacket.
âWhy? Is this all you could give me?â
âOh, fuck you!â
âSure.â You spread your legs at the same time you grab your own breasts, making him groan. Itâs so easy to get to him. And itâs hilarious.
âJesus, youâre planning to kill me.â
âNot you acting as if itâs the first time this happened.â
âIt is the first time in over a year, baby.â
You feel yourself softening again. âTrue. Now, please, please, please, donât give them any details and bring me a snack.â
âWhat snack?â
âAnything, make me a plate, I donât care.â He nods before reaching for the keys. âOh, and Bucky? Tell your flavor of the month you donât need her anymore.â
âI told you she is not-â
âAnd tell Nat Iâll make it up to her!â You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence. You donât need him to defend a random girlâs honor.
âYouâre so jealous.â
âLock the door!â
You giggle satisfied when he closes the door and let yourself scream out of happiness while staring at the bite he left on your ring finger. Mrs. Barnes never got out of style.
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Pretty Little Thing - co-written with @notafunkiller
Summary: Your long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, is a regular at the bar where you work, and tonight, it's impossible to avoid serving him for the first time.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: +18, alcohol, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, no mention of y/n
Word Count:Â 3.8K
A/N: @notafunkiller and I merged our separate ideas into one and this is the outcome. It was so much fun to write. We hope it'll me the same while reading too.
All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.
Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Donât hesitate to message us. Unless itâs hate. Thatâs never welcome.
You thought this night would be calm and easy, that nothing significant would happen. All that changed when Bucky Barnes set foot in the bar. Itâs not his first time here by any means, but until now you successfully managed to avoid him by asking the other bartender to serve his side. This time, unfortunately, you are working alone. Itâs a slow night, so thereâs no way you can really avoid him.
You watch him find an empty place and sit down, and you really donât know what to do. You can feel yourself sweating already. You are so nervous. Not because you are afraid of him or anything. He doesnât look scary. Not to you. You are afraid to embarrass yourself in front of him, but you should be able to ask for his order and serve it without messing it up. Thatâs not so hard.Â
Just keep it simple, you tell yourself.
âHey, what can I get you?â
Bucky looks up from his phone straight into your eyes, and you freeze a little.
âHello, do you... a draft beer, please.â
His answer confuses you. Thatâs not his usual order.Â
âYou sure you donât want something stronger? We have that bourbon.â You curse yourself internally for paying attention and not being able to hold your tongue.
He raises his eyebrow surprised. âHow do you know that? There is no way you served me any drinks cause I would remember you.â
He frowns as soon as he finishes speaking. Maybe you helped your colleague or maybe you were informed about what he drinks just in case he showed up. Heâs still the Winter Soldier after all.
âI never served you before.â You say with a shy smile. You hope this is enough of an answer for him.
âDo I look like a bourbon man?â He asks playfully before giving you a smile that transforms his face a little, softening his features.Â
âYou look like you enjoy quality stuff, and between you and me, our draft beer is shitty.â
That comment makes him chuckle. Youâre so distracted by his face that you donât notice how his eyes fall straight to your breasts.
âThanks for the tip. Normal beer then?â
âIf you insist.â You smile and open the small fridge under the bar where you keep some of the beers. You quickly open it and put it right in front of him, not realizing that gesture shows off your bartender skills a little bit.
He doesnât look away from you as he takes a big sip before placing the bottle on the table quickly.
âFor how long have you been working here?â
âFor the past year.â You avoid making eye contact while drying some of the freshly washed glasses.
âOh.â He sounds kind of taken aback. âIâm surprised you never served me. Iâve been coming here for what? Seven months?â
âEight.â You bite your bottom lip as soon as the word slips out, trying to shut yourself up so you wonât mess up even more. What were you thinking? Well, you weren'tâŚ
His eyes immediately glow, and you wonder if you fucked up for good.
âSo youâve been keeping an eye on me?â He brings the bottle to his mouth and before you can say anything, you watch him finishing it in one go.
âI just noticed you.â Of course, you kept an eye on him, but you played it down a little.
âWell, I didnât notice you,â he says regretfully. âAnd I wonder how. I am pretty aware of my surroundings... especially if they are full of beautiful people like you.â
You canât help but blush, yet you try to sound unaffected. You donât know if you succeed or not, though.
âThis place is usually so crowded and full of⌠people. So itâs normal.â
âNeah,â he denies immediately. âHave you been hiding or something?â
âI was just on the other side of the bar.â And you were trying to hide from him, saving yourself from this embarrassment because you knew if you talked to him you would fuck up. You were right.
âSo I was on the wrong side this whole time.â He shakes his head. âAnother beer, please, doll.â
âThe same?â You ask while trying not to dwell on the pet name he uses.
âYes, please. And one drink for you. Whatever you want, if you are allowed to drink, of course.â
The way he offers to buy you a drink surprises you. You feel quite nervous, but you try to maintain your calm. Heâs probably just being nice, right?Â
âI am allowed to drink, but thatâs not necessary.â
He pouts. âI didnât mean you need to talk to me for it, doll. There are no conditions for this drink.â
âOh.â You didnât even think he would take it this way. âThatâs not why I said itâs not necessary. I wasnât worried about that.â
âOkay. Whatever you want... I wonât insist.â
âItâs just⌠I am allowed to drink whatever I want. You donât need to pay for it.â You try to explain so he wonât take it the wrong way.
âAlright,â he says, a little distant, as you open up another bottle of beer and put it in front of him.Â
âI just didnât want you to pay extra when I can get it for free.â You donât know why you are explaining yourself like this. Itâs normal not to accept drinks from customers.
âItâs fine, I totally understand. Thank you!â He reaches for the bottle immediately.
You take a fancy glass out of the rack and pour yourself one of the ready-to-serve cocktails that your colleague prepared, right in front of him. He doesnât say anything as he keeps staring at your hands.
âThanks for the drink.â You say while putting the bottle away.
âMe?â He asks surprised. âThought this is on the bar.â
âWell, you gave me the idea, and if you really insist on spending your money so unnecessarily, who am I to stop you?â
âThatâs a good attitude.â He smiles again before bringing his bottle close to your glass. âCheers to a good Thursday in a lovely company.â
You clink your glass with a smile on your face. It seems like he finally understood your intention, so you feel relieved.Â
âHow does that taste?â
âDonât let the color fool you, it tastes really strong but delicious.â You look at him for a second and notice that got his interest. âWanna taste it?â You offer your own drink to him, and he contemplates for a few seconds before leaning in.
âYes, I am curious.â
You hand the glass to him. Your fingers touch for a second, and you get so excited that you worry about dropping the glass. Itâs like your heart is in your throat.
âYour hands are cold,â he comments casually before taking a sip right from the spot covered by your lipstick. You gasp. You have no idea if he did it on purpose, but the way heâs drinking it⌠your body is responding to that so much. You clear your throat, trying to calm yourself down.Â
âDelicious.â He smiles, handing back your glass, and you notice a bit of lipstick in the corner of his mouth.
It creates this internal dilemma. Should you just let him know about it or act like nothing happened and let him walk around like this? The second one could cause him a lot of embarrassment, and you donât wanna be the reason for that. Thatâs why you suddenly find yourself leaning closer to him, just to wipe the lipstick off. He doesnât move an inch, not jumping like you would expect, letting you touch him. When you realize what you are doing, you suddenly feel super self-conscious.Â
âYouâŚâ You gulp down. âYou have⌠lipstick on⌠just here.âÂ
You keep rubbing your finger against the corner of his mouth. You feel his stubble and how soft his lips are, but you try not to think about it. He chuckles, covering your hand with his. It surprises you so much that you freeze for a second. Then you look into his eyes, struggling to see if you made him feel uncomfortable or not.
âSo considerate of you. Thank you.â
You move your hand away from his mouth but not away from his touch. Somehow you canât find the strength to do that.Â
What he does next, though, makes you completely breathless. He brings your hand to his mouth again, but this time he presses his lips gently against your skin, smiling right after. Your eyes open with surprise, feeling completely speechless, yet you donât move away. You donât even realize you are smiling slightly.
âYour hands are still so cold.â
âYeahâŚâ You try to speak, but it feels like your words are stuck in your throat. âThey are always cold.â
âWe need to change that.â He places another kiss on your hand.
*
Heâs surprisingly nervous as he leads you to the living room. Based on his confidence back in the bar, you didnât expect him to become so shy all of a sudden.
âDo you want some coffee?â
âNo.â You answer quickly. The only thing you want is to feel his lips again but you keep that thought to yourself.
âWhat do you want then?âÂ
Itâs obvious in his tone and the way he looks at you he doesnât ask you about drinks.
âYou.â You canât believe you said this out loud, but itâs the truth.
He doesnât need another push as he comes closer, grabbing you by the chin. Your lips crash together with an almost desperate hunger. He takes the opportunity immediately, getting his tongue inside your mouth in a fervent exploration. The sensation is electrifying.
You let him explore your mouth while you focus on his taste. Itâs so unique and tasty, you just canât get enough of it. Your hands slowly move toward the back of his head, pulling him closer.
âFuck,â he groans when he feels your touch, breaking the kiss just to move his lips to your neck.Â
âMhmm⌠James.â His lips feel so good against your neck. It just sends a jolt of arousal through your body.
But then he freezes, with his mouth glued to your neck. You open your eyes confused wanting to ask him what happened, and thatâs when you realize what youâve just said.
âYou know who I am?â His voice is a warm whisper against your skin.
âOf course, I know who you are.â You make it sound so natural as if thereâs no way you wouldnât know who he is. âYou think I go to the houses of men I donât know?â You say playfully.
âI didnât mean that...â He raises his head from the crook of your neck just to look you in the eye. âI didnât mean it offensively, I just wasnât sure. Iâm just stupid, I didnât expect it.â
âI know who you are, James Bucky Barnes.â
âFuck,â he groans, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip. âSay it again.â
âJames Bucky Barnes or just James?â
He kisses you more desperately than before, his hands finding your hips as he gently grabs them, pulling you so close that you can feel his erection. You gasp so softly, but he hears it anyway, and you settle on his hard cock so itâs right against where you want it to be.
He moans. âLetâs go to the bedroom, doll.â
âWhy?â You ask innocently as if you donât know what he means. âIsnât your couch comfortable enough?â
For him? Sure. But for you?
âThe bed is better.â
âOkay.â You sound so obedient suddenly as you wrap your legs around his torso.
He immediately lifts you up without effort, and you smile, letting him carry you toward his room. Heâs a super soldier after all. He closes the door with his foot as soon as youâre inside, then he gently puts you on the bed, like heâs afraid you might break. The way heâs acting is so endearing, but you want him to let go really badly. Even the manner he starts to take off your pants is too gentle.
You let him undress you the way he wants, though. Then you move closer to him, taking his clothes off, your movements not as gentle as his. You are impatient and needy. You see him holding his breath when you reach to touch his chest, close to where his metal arm begins, so you lean in to leave a kiss right there. You donât know if you are crossing a line, but you have to. He should know that this is not something that would bother you, on the contrary, it turns you on even more. When he doesnât move away from you, you keep kissing around his scars and his chest. Your hand is on his shoulder, gently caressing.
 âThat feels so good, doll,â he says with a sigh before he grabs your waist. âbut it's time for me to eat.â
You find yourself on your back so suddenly that you donât even have time to react. He quickly settles between your legs and you understand exactly what he meant. He lifts them enough so you can rest them on his shoulders as he gets more comfortable on his tummy. You feel a hole in your stomach immediately. You canât believe Bucky is between your thighs, about to eat you out.
Heâs taking his sweet time at first, kissing down your thighs and even smelling you before he finally brings his tongue to your entrance.
âCome on, James. Donât tease me.â You look down just to see him smiling.
âWhy not? You seem to enjoy it.â
âI would enjoy it more if you stopped teasing and started eating.â
Surprisingly, Bucky doesnât waste more time and properly starts to fuck you with his tongue. Heâs not too quick, nor too slow with his moves, and youâre shocked when he brings his fingers to your mouth.Â
âNeed you to make them wet for me, please.â Even while saying that, he sounded a little too polite.
âOn one condition,â you say, looking directly into his eyes. âStop acting like I am made of glass.â
âBut you kinda are.â
âI am not. Believe me.â
He says nothing, making sure to lick your slit before getting his tongue inside you again, his fingers, glued to your lips. You take it as a silent agreement and you open your mouth, suck his fingers, and let him wet them. When he thinks itâs enough, he gently takes them out and brings them right to your clit. He doesnât touch it directly at first, teasing around it until you move your hips a little, needing to feel your clit stimulated.
âPlease.â The way heâs taking his sweet time is so frustrating.
He lets his hand drop and instead of feeling his fingers on your clit, you feel his tongue at the same time he gets a finger inside you. You moan loudly, finally getting what you wanted from the start.
His other hand reaches for yours when he hears you grabbing the sheet, and you immediately hold it, enjoying how his cold metal feels. When you feel the second finger and he scissors both of them inside you, youâre shocked by how close you suddenly are. You canât help but arch your back and move your hips, needing it faster.
He reads the signals pretty quickly and lets you use his mouth while he keeps pumping his fingers. It doesnât take long for you to gasp, moan, and start to shake because of the pleasure heâs giving you.Â
âJames! Shit. Iâm- gonna⌠ahh⌠come.â
You moan louder than you expected, dropping your head against his sheets, possessed by a great wave of pleasure. You want to tell him not to stop anything, but you canât. And you donât need to as he keeps licking and fingering you while you ride your orgasm out, prolonging it as much as possible.
When itâs done, you are feeling so good yet you are hungry for more. You raise your head a little and see Bucky still between your legs, but this time his beard is covered with your slick. He looks so handsome. His blue eyes are shining and his hair is all messy. It makes you wanna kiss him and thatâs exactly what you do. You reach down to him, and he meets you in the middle, kissing you the way he was just eating you out: with passion and hunger.
Heâs less gentle than before as you feel his hands grabbing your breasts, but itâs still not enough. You cover his hands with yours and push him to grab them harder than before. You let out a muffled moan while kissing him.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
You find yourself blushing like you two arenât having sex. To mask your reaction, you reach out to his hard cock, gently grabbing it.
âOh god,â he groans as he instinctively squeeze your breasts harder.
âMhmm, yes.â You lean into his touch. âJust like that.â
Bucky looks at you as if you said something shocking. Is he not used to communicating during sex?
âWhat? Did I do something wrong?â
âYouâre surprising me for someone so delicate.â
âI told you, I am not.â
He smiles. âDo you wanna help me put on a condom then?â
âI would love to, butâŚâ You smile. âWhat if I told you I am clean and on the pill?â
âFuck, I need you.â He kisses you suddenly. âNow.â
âI am right here.â It sounds so calming. âYou can take me however you want.â
Youâre not only on your back in the next second, but you also have his cock lined up at your entrance.
âJesus, doll! For a pretty little thing, youâre quite nasty.â
âI just know what I want.â And this is it.
He nods, wrapping your legs around his ass at the same time he pushes inside you. In a second, your head is thrown back while you moan loudly. The way he fills you is so delicious. It makes you feel so full but not uncomfortable.
âYouâre taking me so well already.â
âPleaseâŚâ You raise your hips to create more friction. âPlease, move.â
He brings his mouth to your breast a little before he starts thrusting, making sure to leave a small hickey right on top of it. It hurts so good, and you moan without holding back. It is music to Buckyâs ears. He just wants to hear it again, so he does it again.
âYou want it rough, donât you?â He thrusts harder than before. âYouâre so needy.â
âYeah.â Your voice is so shaky already. âI told you already.â
âTold me what?â He teases. âI donât remember.â
âThat I am not made of glass.â
âNo, you are made for me.â He brings his hand to your face to move the hair strands that cover your eyes. âFor my cock.â
âIn that caseâŚâ You donât know where the sudden rush of confidence comes from. âYou are made for me. To fill me up.â You move your hips again, trying to fuck yourself on him.
âOh, god. Youâre so fucking wet,â he moans. âI am, Iâm gonna fill you up so much.â He kisses you suddenly, your teeth almost crashing together because of the thrusts, but you donât care.
âCanât wait.â You tease him. âDonât hold back, okay?â
He says nothing, letting his head drop a little so he can suck on your neck properly. Heâs definitely fucking you harder. He pulls until heâs almost completely out of you before thrusting inside you again. And again. And again. It takes your breath away. The way it makes you feel is indescribable. You lose the little remaining control you had and just turn into a moaning mess.Â
âSay my name, baby. C-come on.â
âJames?â You sound hesitant even if you donât mean to because you donât know which name he wants to hear.
âAgain,â he begs, his metal arm on your leg pushing it right against his ass.
âJames!â This one comes out so naturally. No questions, no hesitation. You just breathe out his name with a moan.
âGod, you look so beautiful. So pretty with my cock inside you.â His thrusts get faster, and you have no idea how he can speak so well while youâre a mess.
âIâm so close,â you can barely say without taking a breath in the middle of the sentence.
âWhat do you want?â
âJust⌠harder.â
âLike this?â He asks, suddenly thrusting a little harder than before. âOr like this?â
âThis! Yes! Just like this!â
âYou just want it hard.â He whispers against your ear. âWhat a dirty girl.â
You hear him, but you canât respond. You are too busy coming all over his cock, and it feels like you are in heaven. He continues to fuck you as the pleasure fades away, murmuring how pretty you are and how good you make him feel before he comes, too, grabbing the bedpost behind you with his metal arm. It makes a clicking sound, but you donât care, opening your still foggy eyes just to watch him.
Thereâs so much come. You can already feel it dripping out of you as he keeps fucking you. You expect it to end soon, but it doesnât. It goes on and on. The way he loses control as he comes just triggers another orgasm out of you. You would be surprised how quickly you could come again if it didnât feel overwhelmingly good. You canât think about anything other than him and the way he makes you feel.
His come is getting all over your thighs and ass, and the bed, as he moans. âKakaya khoroshaya devochka.â What a good girl.
You canât help but laugh despite not understanding a word of what he says. âIs that Russian?â
He opens his eyes, and the blue you love is almost completely grey. âYes.â He sounds confused, too.Â
âWhat does it mean?â Your afterglow canât overshadow your curiosity. âIf you donât tell me, this isnât happening again.â You try to make it obvious you arenât serious with your playful tone. Especially not after those orgasms.
âLook at you, little and feisty, blackmailing me.â He chuckles before leaving a kiss on your lips. âI told you what a good girl you are. I didnât realize I spoke in Russian.â
You laugh a little. âSay it again.â You give him the cutest look. âPlease?â
âTy moya khoroshaya devochka.â He repeats softly. Youâre my good girl.
You donât even realize how content you look as you keep smiling.
âNow, I can get used to that.â
âSay my name again, please.â
You love the neediness in his voice. âJames?â You tilt your head a little. âOr would you prefer Bucky?â
âFuck, it doesnât matter.â His thumb is suddenly on your lips. âI can get used to that, too.â
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Summary: When Sam's girlfriend calls you clingy, you decide to give Bucky some space. What you donât know is that he doesnât want any space. None at all.
Pairing:Â tfatws!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: 18+, angst, teasing, language, pet names, spanking, daddy kink, metal arm kink, no mention of y/n
Word Count:Â 2.2K
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A/N:Â I want to thank @marvelouslizzie for her help!
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
âOh, youâre alone?â
You turn your head in the direction of the voice and smile politely. You donât recognize this woman, but she looks at you like she does.
âUh, yes. Hello!â
âYou donât remember me, do you?â
You instantly blush, ashamed, and search for Buckyâs face in the crowd. Nowhere to be found. Damn it!
âNo, Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay,â she says before coming next to you. âIâm Misty.â Brunette, tall and beautiful.
âWhere did we meet?â
âSamâs birthday, but Iâm not surprised you donât remember me. You were too busy clinging to Buckyâs side all night.â She sounds serious, and you freeze, having no idea where this came from. She simply laughs, grabbing your arm with some kind of bionic cold hand for a second before letting it go.
Itâs not like Buckyâs. Itâs more... robotic.
âClinging?â You ask confused.
âYeah, you know, always sitting with him, holding his arm, following him around.â
You puff, already annoyed by this random woman. âFollowing him around? Iâm not a dog!â
âDidnât say you are a dog, honey. Just pointing out the obvious.â
You try to hold your tongue, pushing aside the impulse to start a fight. This is a night about Bucky. Not you or your discomfort. And she is his ex-co-worker-friendâs girlfriend. Your anger can wait.
âAlright, but how does my clinging affect you, though?â
âOh, donât take it so personally! I just meant to be friendly. Itâs a girlâs advice. Let me free, live a little. Being insecure is not gonna save your relationship.â
A piece of advice no one asked for. A take you never even considered. Youâre not insecure and youâre definitely not keeping Bucky to your side all the time. You donât⌠He is free to do whatever the hell he wants.
âThank you.â
She has the audacity to laugh. âDonât be so defensive, honey! Gonna get a cocktail, want some?â
You shake your head, feeling a hole in your stomach after she leaves you alone, and you basically run to the bathroom, trying to calm down. What if she is right, though? What if Sam heard or saw something? Maybe Bucky is extra grumpy or unhappy. Maybe he even complainedâŚ
You never thought sitting with Bucky is a sign of clinginess. You thought itâd help... he is not the most comfortable person at events. He gets stared at a lot, he hates small talk, and you really like being close to him. Gosh, you are clingy!
The rest of the night passes like a blur. When you come back, Buckyâs waiting for you, and despite your instinct to wrap your arm around his back and let him hold you, you keep a little distance, giving Sam and his nosy girlfriend a fake smile, while Bucky keeps staring at you strangely.
You even manage to avoid touching him all week somehow, except for a few kisses now and then. Your period came, and as he tried to hold you, you had to fight tears while telling him not to. Youâre sick and tired and you miss him, but you want to give him some space. Youâve been suffocating him for so long... You make sure to cry only when heâs out because he might hear you even in the shower. He has super hearing after all.
You thought it would become easier every day, but quite the opposite. Every time youâre close to giving up, you remember Samâs comment that he made a week after you met him about how Bucky always likes his space and what Misty told you, so you fight against your wish.
Until Sunday afternoon.
Youâre in bed, scrolling down on Instagram as Bucky comes out of the shower. You try not to stare at him, but how can you not? He looks absolutely incredible.
What you donât expect is him trying to get on top of you to tickle you with a huge smile on his face. Heâs so adorable.
âB-Bucky, stop!â You laugh as his hands get under your T-shirt. He loves making you laugh no matter how he does it. âN-no.â
âOh, I will,â he says playfully.
But what he failed to tell you is that stopping means sneaking his head under your T-shirt, which starts to rip a little because of the stretch, and resting it on your boobs.
âBucky!â
He puffs, annoyed. âWhy the fuck are you wearing a bra in the house, bubba?â
âCause itâs a bra?â You ask back sarcastically, but you know this is weird. You always complain about needing to wear it outside. But inside? Itâs even worse.
âUnacceptable.â He quickly rips your bra in half, not bothering to unhook it, and you feel his beard on your breast all of a sudden, making you shiver. Fuck, you really miss this.
âB-Bucky, come on, your hair is a little wet!â
âBubba, please...â
âBucky! Why did you do that?â He immediately takes his head out of your T-shirt, and you almost cry. He looks do lost and scared.
âBaby, do you not want me anymore?â
âWhat the fuck?â You groan. This is the last thing you wanted him to think. All you tried to do was to make him happy and feel less pressured.
âYou donât let me touch you. You donât want to cuddle with me. You donât wake me up with kisses. You donât get on top of me You donât hug me! What did I do?â
Your heart aches for both of you. âWasnât that better?â
âBetter for who?â He cries. âThis was the worst week of my life since Hydra.â
âUnfortunately, that cannot be true, Bucky.â You sigh, getting closer to him. âI thought you like space...â
âI do, but not with my fucking baby!â
You melt at his words, truth be told. He said it so passionately, but youâre so confused.
âI thought I was being too clingy, touching you too much, you know?â
âWhat? Where did this come from?â
You close your eyes. How are you supposed to answer this without sounding like a petty bitch?
âDoes it matter?â
âOf course it does!â You feel his hands grabbing your face so you can look at him. âIt means I did something wrong.â
You frown, upset that he thinks that. Heâs been nothing but kind, understanding, and loving to you, and you hate how he feels like he failed you or something.
âSamâs girlfriend told me I am clingy... always with you, never leaving you alone to breathe basically. And it reminded me of Sam saying how much you love your space, and I just...â You try not to cry, you really do, but you cannot hold back the tears this time, which Bucky immediately reaches to wipe with his flesh fingers.
âJesus, baby! I donât give a goddamn shit about what they say, you arenât allowed to listen to anyone! Just let me touch you.â
You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, and Bucky lifts you a bit so you can sit on his lap. You can hear his heartbeat, and you find that so peaceful.
âI thought youâre gonna break up with me, honey.â He whispers in your ear. âI was terrified when you didnât let me cuddle with you.â
âIâm so fucking sorry, baby.â You donât know what else to say. You hurt both of you for days just because you let some woman get inside your head, but you had good intentions. âI just didnât want to be a burden.â
âI should be the one saying that, not you, bubba.â He leaves a kiss on your shoulder. âGod, I missed you so much, it feels surreal to touch you.â
âI love you, Iâm sorry.â
âPromise to never do this shit ever again!â
âIâll try,â you murmur. âI didnât realize you want me to touch you so much.â
Bucky lifts your head. âYou know I have to punish you for that, right?â
âPunish me?â You ask surprised.
âYeah, for believing some stranger over your man. For pulling away and giving me a heart attack. And for depriving yourself of my cuddling skills.â
You giggle. âWhat if I let you suck my nipples for a whole week anytime you wanted?â
âI already do that!â Bucky lifts your T-shirt as he speaks, and you gasp.
âYou do not!â
âYes, I do. Remember when I came home from the last mission and I made you come by-â He lowers his head and licks your right breast, avoiding your nipple.
âFuck you, tease!â
âI am the tease?!â He snorts, continuing to lick.
âYouâre always the tease. Now kiss me and gimmie your cock.â
âI wonât give you anything until I punish you.â
âJamie!â You scream when he turns your around, ripping off your shorts in half, along with your underwear before placing you on his thighs. âWhat the fuck?â
âWhat the fuck to you for keeping yourself away from me.â You feel him caressing your ass for a few seconds before slapping your right cheek with his flesh hand. You squirm, gripping into his hip.
âF-fuck!â
âCount.â
You groan. âJamie...â He spanks you again but harder, and this time you moan. âT-two.â
âNope, we start over.â
âO-one.â
âGood girl!â
The third and fourth arenât as hard as you want and you find yourself wiggling your ass in the air.
âHarder.â
âHarder?â He snorts, amused, and before he can bring his flesh hand in the air, you grab his metal arm.
âPlease, daddy, use this one!â
Daddy? It didnât take too long for you to get back in the mood.
âCanât use it, baby, Iâm sorry.â
âNo!â You cry. âI need it, pleaseee. Iâll ride your face as many times as you w-want.â
Bucky still doesnât agree. âBaby, it would hurt.â
âLet it hurt!â
You want it to hurt because this pain is not unbearable, quite the opposite. It pushes you over the edge faster.
He sighs and listens to you, bringing his metal hand to your ass, but you barely even feel it when he slaps. You groan, upset.
âI said slap! Do you want me to hover?â
âI can fucking hurt you.â
âI told you to hurt me!â You beg. âPlease, honey! Please, please, please.â
He does it again, not hard enough for you, but you count anyway. Again and again.
âJesus, youâre making my thighs so wet. Youâre such a little whore for me.â
âIâm your whore. Always, daddy, please!â
Buckyâs moan comes somehow from the back of his throat, and the last spanks are perfect. He gently caresses your ass, cooling it off with his metal hand, and you smile. âYouâre so dirty sometimes, but also such a good girl taking your punishment perfectly.â
âI am sorry,â you whisper.
âFor what exactly?â
You pout, grabbing his face. âFor all of it. But youâre you, Bucky. Youâre the greatest guy in the world, I just didnât want to be annoying.â
âYou were annoying when you didnât let me even hug you.â
You know that, but sometimes you canât help but do dumb things, thinking about him. âI wanted you to be happy.â
âWell, I wasnât happy, obviously. And neither were you, bubba. Promise me youâll talk to me first next time.â
âI was just stupidâŚâ
âNo.â You feel his thumb all over your lips. âYou were worried. I love you and I really need your touch, okay?â
âI noticed,â you laugh.
âGood, now feed me my boobs, and then I wanna see you riding my face as you negotiated.â
You fake sigh and grab your boob. âOpen up.â
*
Youâre not sure how to react when Bucky drags you straight to Sam and his girlfriend as soon as you get inside the museum.
âHey, Buck-â
âWho do you think you are?â
Misty gasps while Sam and you freeze.
âWow, wow, wow, man. Hold on a sec, what is going on?â
âWhat is going on, Samuel?â Bucky asks rhetorically through his teeth. âAsk your little girlfriend where she got her audacity from to tell my girl she is clingy. That she basically spends too much time with me. Who the fuck gave her the permission to even speak to her? So she either apologizes and keeps her mouth shut, or weâll have a big problem.â Bucky turns his head to look at Misty. âFrom one metal arm to another. Wanna try me?â
âYou did what? What the hell?â
Misty frowns, staring at you. âYou went to complain to him for giving you a friendly, harmless advice?â
Bucky instantly grabs her metal arm wrist before you can answer.
âYou got three seconds to beg for her forgiveness before I snap your hand in half. And I am not bluffing.â
Sam doesnât even try to get between them, simply watching, and Misty immediately gets teary.
âIâm... sorry.â
Bucky shakes his head, squeezing her wrist. Holy shit! You havenât seen him like this in ages. âDidnât hear you.â
âI am sorry. I should have minded my own business!â
âYes, you shouldâve,â you say without regret. âBut I forgive you.â
Bucky lets go with a grunt before nodding to Sam and bringing his hand to your hips, leading you toward the exit.
As soon as you are outside, you donât even care if someone can hear you as you speak. âFuck, I wanna suck your cock so badly!â
Bucky laughs. âI see. In the car⌠is that okay for you?â
You get on your tiptoes to kiss him. âPerfect.â
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I'm living veeery close to the Netherlands where they also speak Dutch (wink wink) I might be butchering your language a bit but that's the only way to learn it đ
Thank you so much for the support and I hope you enjoyed your read. â¤ď¸
Why Are You Doing This To Me?
summary: Your ex-boyfriend Bucky Barnes wrote two songs about (for) you and you donât know what to do.
pairing: Ex!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
warnings: Angst, a past failed relationship, pettiness, jealousy, anger, a lot of emotions, no mention of y/n.
word count: 2.3K
A/N: I have been away for a while because I was busy learning another language aka Dutch. I still am but at least I am done with my big exam. As soon as I was done with it, I found myself writing again.
This is a random idea that just popped into my head while listening to music and taking a walk. Pure angst for some reason. Usually, I go for smutty ideas but bear with me.
>> indicates incoming messages and << indicates outgoing messages in this story.
Thank you @notafunkiller for proofreading and editing this so fast â¤ď¸
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
Keep reading tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.
>> Hey! I know you donât want to hear anything about Bucky, but I think you should check these out. I think he wrote these songs for you.
Two links from Spotify follow the text you received from one of your best friends, and you stare for a while, trying to decide what to do. You really donât want to hear his voice. Not because you donât like his singing or his songs, but you wanted to get back on your feet. It would be impossible if you kept listening to his songs. Besides, hearing his voice has always softened you. And your best friend knows this. She knows a lot about your relationship, how everything went down, and how you two eventually broke up. If she didn't think you should listen to these songs, she wouldn't be sending you these links, right?
You take a deep breath and click on the first link. The song starts to play, and you notice the soft vibe right away. Itâs not particularly Buckyâs style. He sounds like heâs in pain but he's singing with such clarity that surprises you.
He talks about how much he regrets the things he didnât do when he was with you. How he misses you so much every day. How much he wants to call you, but heâs afraid that you wonât pick up the phone or worse, you will talk to him like a stranger. He says he always knew how precious you were, yet he took you for granted.
The lyrics flow flawlessly. It sounds like poetry to your ears. The way he expressed himself so beautifully⌠You canât believe he wrote such a heartfelt song about you, and itâs not even his style. Heâs a freaking rockstar. He usually writes about sex, rock and roll, and drugs. Not feelings. Then the song finally reaches the chorus and his words make you freeze.Â
âYou are the love of my love.â
Did he really just say that? Did he just call you the love of his life? You feel this rush of emotions, and itâs hard to distinguish what you are actually feeling. It makes it harder to think, harder to focus on anything else other than the fact that this song is for you. Thatâs when you notice the name of the song. Itâs the Love of My Life.
Suddenly, you start to feel angry. Every other emotion just takes a backseat. You hate him. So fucking much! Why is he always like this? Saying everything a little too late. Was it so hard for him to tell you this when you wanted to find just one reason to stay with him? You begged him to communicate with you maybe a million times. He always said it was not easy for him to put his feelings into words. Good or bad. It didnât matter. He always struggled with his emotions. You tried your best. You tried to show him that he could trust you, that you would always be there for him, but it didnât matter in the end. You felt like you were the only one trying to make this relationship work.
Thatâs when you decided to give up. It felt like he just didnât care enough. He didnât put any effort into changing things or making you feel like you werenât just beating a dead horse.
You hoisted the white flag and moved on with your life. Thatâs when he decides to put whatever he feels into words. Instead of talking to you, he makes a song about it. Then he puts it out into the world.Â
What a fucking asshole!
It takes you a while to realize the song is over as the silence fills the room. As much as you hate how he chose to do this, the silence disturbs you. It might be a little too late, but you still want to hear what he has to say. Your own rules about not listening to any of his songs instantly go out the window.
You open the messaging app and click on the second link. This one sounds a little bit more like his usual style. The name of the song though, instantly catches your attention this time. Itâs one of the nicknames he used often for you.Â
He starts the song by saying that he knows how selfish he is. That he has no right to feel this way, but he just saw you with someone else and he hated how it made him feel. He talks about how jealous he is. How he canât help but imagine you in that guyâs arms. Then he realized you might call him baby, just like you used to call him. Then he continues by begging you not to call him baby, how he wants you to save that pet name for him even though heâs not in your life anymore.
There are so many details throughout the song that indicate heâs talking about you, there is no mistaking. He calls you by your nickname, saying how he loves the way you talk passionately about your interests, how compassionate you are, and how much effort you put into maintaining your relationship but he was too stupid and pathetic to appreciate them.
Every word that comes out of his mouth makes you even angrier. How dare he? How dare he write a song like this for you? After everything you have been through, after all the effort you put into your relationship, after every heartbreak⌠He realizes how much he values you just because he saw you with someone else.
Selfish bastard!
He has no right to put these words out there. He has no right to feel jealous. You are not his anymore. You can call someone else baby if thatâs what you want. How dare he try to dictate to you like this? It makes you wanna call someone up and go out on another date and call him baby, just in spite.
The problem is, itâs just your stubborn nature talking. Before this song, you didnât even think about calling someone else baby. You didnât feel like it. Subconsciously, you were reserving that pet name for him. And that fucker knew it. He just knew it!
You exhale deeply, trying to calm yourself down. The song is over, but you can still hear him singing in your head. The song is so beautiful. Petty but so fucking beautiful. He sounds like he poured his heart out without caring how vulnerable it makes him look.Â
Another deep breath, you try to understand which date he is talking about. You have been on a couple of dates since you two broke up. You were so dedicated to moving on. You didnât care if it would hurt him. Because he didnât care about how much he hurt you all those times you tried your hardest to make things work. So you went out with a couple of gentlemen. Some of them were decent, and some of them were downright horrible. Dating is just as tedious as you remembered. A lot of assholes out there who donât care who they are hurting. You didnât get hurt, though. You didn't care enough about any of them to give them the power to hurt you.
Then it finally hits you. Heâs talking about your date with that motherfucking movie star! That one was big news for a while. You got photographed two, maybe three times together.
You really looked like you were having fun in those photos. Truthfully, you were, he was such a funny guy. He knew how to make fun of himself. You were just so tired of pretentious asses. It was refreshing. Thatâs why you said yes to a second and a third date. Then he was off to a European country to shoot his next movie. You had a fun and it was more than enough for you.Â
You precisely remember that tabloids started to talk about how perfect you two were for each other. God, that must have gotten under his skin. You canât help but laugh. Heâs so predictable. He just couldnât bear to see you with someone else, but can you blame him?
You remember seeing something similar about him, but in that case, he wasnât on a date with the girl. They were just working together for some lame-ass project he would normally despise. Maybe he was trying to keep himself busy, who knows? You remember so vividly how she was looking at him like she wanted to eat him up. As if that wasnât enough, she kept praising him, calling him the best rockstar of the century just to get in his pants. You have no idea if it worked or not, but it was enough to make you feel jealous. So can you blame him for feeling the same?
It just makes you realize you want to listen to those songs again. Itâs maybe too little too late but you still want to hear him. You wanted him to talk about his feelings for such a long time and heâs finally doing it. Through a song but still, heâs doing it. It isnât exactly communicating because communication must be two-sided, right? Thatâs what was missing in your relationship. You were talking, pleading, trying while he was keeping everything in. You feel like the roles are reversed. Now heâs the one talking, pleading, and trying, and you just donât know what to do. How the tables have turned.
The second time around, you notice other details you missed the first time. Like peaceful walks you took together whenever you had the time or how you always used fake names when you two traveled together. You canât help but miss those days. Even though you had problems, being with him always felt so safe and peaceful. You have no idea how he managed to make you feel that way. Maybe thatâs why it took you so long to end the relationship. You still miss the way you felt back then. As if you two could overcome anything together, yet you couldnât. Because you didnât work together. You were alone, struggling to make him talk.
Then he talks about how he still speaks to your friends, and that makes him miss you even more. That part surprises you because none of your friends mentioned that they were still seeing Bucky. Is that because you didnât let them ever talk about him? You feared if you let yourself talk or think about him, you would go back to the point zero.
He ends the song saying he doesn't want you to be a distant memory, and this sticks with you. Do you want him to be a distant memory?
The second time you listen, you notice how desperate he sounds. The way he pleads doesnât anger you anymore. You find something you feel in his words. Your own fears, your own selfishness and oh, how much you miss him. You didnât let yourself admit that you miss him. You thought acting like he never existed, he was never a part of your life would make everything easier and it did. Just for a while. Lately, it was just a burden. You tried so hard to keep everything inside. Just like he did. You are still trying to do it⌠to act logically, not emotionally. Does it mean you are making the same mistake he did? Shutting yourself down, not talking about your feelings. Is it the solution or is it a part of the mistake? You canât tell anymore. You just know that your heart is aching. The sound of his voice makes you want to cry.
God, you hate him so much!
How could he do this to you after all this time?
Is it that easy to get under your skin or was he always there?
You feel like you are about to explode because of all the emotions you are going through. On one hand, Bucky communicating with you is everything you wanted. On the other hand, isnât it too late? And why did he write not one but two songs about you? Declaring his love to the worldâŚ
You repeat that last bit in your head. Heâs declaring his love to the world.
Heâs no longer afraid to talk about his emotions. He wants you to hear them, millions of other people are just the bonus. Heâs not afraid to show how fucking miserable he feels. He just wants you back.
Heâs doing his bit in communicating, but unless you donât do something about it, it wonât matter. It will be another attempt in vain. You arenât sure if you want to repeat the same pattern. You notice the song is over when your phone chimes. Itâs your best friend again.
>> Did you listen?
<< Yeah.
>> How are you feeling?
<< Confused.
<< Are you still talking to him?
>> Yeah we all are.
<< Why didnât you tell me that?
>> You said you didnât wanna hear anything about him and we just respected your decision.
Just like you thought. You canât blame them. Anytime someone mentioned anything remotely related to Bucky, you either changed the subject or found a reason to leave. So you canât help but wonderâŚ
<< How is he doing?
>> Not great. He misses you.
<< I miss him too.
>> Are you gonna call him?
You look at the message for a long minute. Are you gonna call him? Thatâs the question. Maybe you should. Maybe you shouldnât. Both of the options sound equally wrong. You have no idea what to do.
<< I donât know what to do.
>> Just give him a call. Heâs the love of your life.
You have no idea how long you have looked at that text. Maybe for a couple of minutes, maybe for an hour.Â
Heâs the love of your life.
Heâs a bastard, but he really is the love of your life.
And you are the love of his life.
Where do you go from here? You look at your phone once again. You finally know what to do.
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Why Are You Doing This To Me?
summary: Your ex-boyfriend Bucky Barnes wrote two songs about (for) you and you donât know what to do.
pairing: Ex!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
warnings: Angst, a past failed relationship, pettiness, jealousy, anger, a lot of emotions, no mention of y/n.
word count: 2.3K
A/N: I have been away for a while because I was busy learning another language aka Dutch. I still am but at least I am done with my big exam. As soon as I was done with it, I found myself writing again.
This is a random idea that just popped into my head while listening to music and taking a walk. Pure angst for some reason. Usually, I go for smutty ideas but bear with me.
>> indicates incoming messages and << indicates outgoing messages in this story.
Thank you @notafunkiller for proofreading and editing this so fast â¤ď¸
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
Keep reading tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.
>> Hey! I know you donât want to hear anything about Bucky, but I think you should check these out. I think he wrote these songs for you.
Two links from Spotify follow the text you received from one of your best friends, and you stare for a while, trying to decide what to do. You really donât want to hear his voice. Not because you donât like his singing or his songs, but you wanted to get back on your feet. It would be impossible if you kept listening to his songs. Besides, hearing his voice has always softened you. And your best friend knows this. She knows a lot about your relationship, how everything went down, and how you two eventually broke up. If she didn't think you should listen to these songs, she wouldn't be sending you these links, right?
You take a deep breath and click on the first link. The song starts to play, and you notice the soft vibe right away. Itâs not particularly Buckyâs style. He sounds like heâs in pain but he's singing with such clarity that surprises you.
He talks about how much he regrets the things he didnât do when he was with you. How he misses you so much every day. How much he wants to call you, but heâs afraid that you wonât pick up the phone or worse, you will talk to him like a stranger. He says he always knew how precious you were, yet he took you for granted.
The lyrics flow flawlessly. It sounds like poetry to your ears. The way he expressed himself so beautifully⌠You canât believe he wrote such a heartfelt song about you, and itâs not even his style. Heâs a freaking rockstar. He usually writes about sex, rock and roll, and drugs. Not feelings. Then the song finally reaches the chorus and his words make you freeze.Â
âYou are the love of my love.â
Did he really just say that? Did he just call you the love of his life? You feel this rush of emotions, and itâs hard to distinguish what you are actually feeling. It makes it harder to think, harder to focus on anything else other than the fact that this song is for you. Thatâs when you notice the name of the song. Itâs the Love of My Life.
Suddenly, you start to feel angry. Every other emotion just takes a backseat. You hate him. So fucking much! Why is he always like this? Saying everything a little too late. Was it so hard for him to tell you this when you wanted to find just one reason to stay with him? You begged him to communicate with you maybe a million times. He always said it was not easy for him to put his feelings into words. Good or bad. It didnât matter. He always struggled with his emotions. You tried your best. You tried to show him that he could trust you, that you would always be there for him, but it didnât matter in the end. You felt like you were the only one trying to make this relationship work.
Thatâs when you decided to give up. It felt like he just didnât care enough. He didnât put any effort into changing things or making you feel like you werenât just beating a dead horse.
You hoisted the white flag and moved on with your life. Thatâs when he decides to put whatever he feels into words. Instead of talking to you, he makes a song about it. Then he puts it out into the world.Â
What a fucking asshole!
It takes you a while to realize the song is over as the silence fills the room. As much as you hate how he chose to do this, the silence disturbs you. It might be a little too late, but you still want to hear what he has to say. Your own rules about not listening to any of his songs instantly go out the window.
You open the messaging app and click on the second link. This one sounds a little bit more like his usual style. The name of the song though, instantly catches your attention this time. Itâs one of the nicknames he used often for you.Â
He starts the song by saying that he knows how selfish he is. That he has no right to feel this way, but he just saw you with someone else and he hated how it made him feel. He talks about how jealous he is. How he canât help but imagine you in that guyâs arms. Then he realized you might call him baby, just like you used to call him. Then he continues by begging you not to call him baby, how he wants you to save that pet name for him even though heâs not in your life anymore.
There are so many details throughout the song that indicate heâs talking about you, there is no mistaking. He calls you by your nickname, saying how he loves the way you talk passionately about your interests, how compassionate you are, and how much effort you put into maintaining your relationship but he was too stupid and pathetic to appreciate them.
Every word that comes out of his mouth makes you even angrier. How dare he? How dare he write a song like this for you? After everything you have been through, after all the effort you put into your relationship, after every heartbreak⌠He realizes how much he values you just because he saw you with someone else.
Selfish bastard!
He has no right to put these words out there. He has no right to feel jealous. You are not his anymore. You can call someone else baby if thatâs what you want. How dare he try to dictate to you like this? It makes you wanna call someone up and go out on another date and call him baby, just in spite.
The problem is, itâs just your stubborn nature talking. Before this song, you didnât even think about calling someone else baby. You didnât feel like it. Subconsciously, you were reserving that pet name for him. And that fucker knew it. He just knew it!
You exhale deeply, trying to calm yourself down. The song is over, but you can still hear him singing in your head. The song is so beautiful. Petty but so fucking beautiful. He sounds like he poured his heart out without caring how vulnerable it makes him look.Â
Another deep breath, you try to understand which date he is talking about. You have been on a couple of dates since you two broke up. You were so dedicated to moving on. You didnât care if it would hurt him. Because he didnât care about how much he hurt you all those times you tried your hardest to make things work. So you went out with a couple of gentlemen. Some of them were decent, and some of them were downright horrible. Dating is just as tedious as you remembered. A lot of assholes out there who donât care who they are hurting. You didnât get hurt, though. You didn't care enough about any of them to give them the power to hurt you.
Then it finally hits you. Heâs talking about your date with that motherfucking movie star! That one was big news for a while. You got photographed two, maybe three times together.
You really looked like you were having fun in those photos. Truthfully, you were, he was such a funny guy. He knew how to make fun of himself. You were just so tired of pretentious asses. It was refreshing. Thatâs why you said yes to a second and a third date. Then he was off to a European country to shoot his next movie. You had a fun and it was more than enough for you.Â
You precisely remember that tabloids started to talk about how perfect you two were for each other. God, that must have gotten under his skin. You canât help but laugh. Heâs so predictable. He just couldnât bear to see you with someone else, but can you blame him?
You remember seeing something similar about him, but in that case, he wasnât on a date with the girl. They were just working together for some lame-ass project he would normally despise. Maybe he was trying to keep himself busy, who knows? You remember so vividly how she was looking at him like she wanted to eat him up. As if that wasnât enough, she kept praising him, calling him the best rockstar of the century just to get in his pants. You have no idea if it worked or not, but it was enough to make you feel jealous. So can you blame him for feeling the same?
It just makes you realize you want to listen to those songs again. Itâs maybe too little too late but you still want to hear him. You wanted him to talk about his feelings for such a long time and heâs finally doing it. Through a song but still, heâs doing it. It isnât exactly communicating because communication must be two-sided, right? Thatâs what was missing in your relationship. You were talking, pleading, trying while he was keeping everything in. You feel like the roles are reversed. Now heâs the one talking, pleading, and trying, and you just donât know what to do. How the tables have turned.
The second time around, you notice other details you missed the first time. Like peaceful walks you took together whenever you had the time or how you always used fake names when you two traveled together. You canât help but miss those days. Even though you had problems, being with him always felt so safe and peaceful. You have no idea how he managed to make you feel that way. Maybe thatâs why it took you so long to end the relationship. You still miss the way you felt back then. As if you two could overcome anything together, yet you couldnât. Because you didnât work together. You were alone, struggling to make him talk.
Then he talks about how he still speaks to your friends, and that makes him miss you even more. That part surprises you because none of your friends mentioned that they were still seeing Bucky. Is that because you didnât let them ever talk about him? You feared if you let yourself talk or think about him, you would go back to the point zero.
He ends the song saying he doesn't want you to be a distant memory, and this sticks with you. Do you want him to be a distant memory?
The second time you listen, you notice how desperate he sounds. The way he pleads doesnât anger you anymore. You find something you feel in his words. Your own fears, your own selfishness and oh, how much you miss him. You didnât let yourself admit that you miss him. You thought acting like he never existed, he was never a part of your life would make everything easier and it did. Just for a while. Lately, it was just a burden. You tried so hard to keep everything inside. Just like he did. You are still trying to do it⌠to act logically, not emotionally. Does it mean you are making the same mistake he did? Shutting yourself down, not talking about your feelings. Is it the solution or is it a part of the mistake? You canât tell anymore. You just know that your heart is aching. The sound of his voice makes you want to cry.
God, you hate him so much!
How could he do this to you after all this time?
Is it that easy to get under your skin or was he always there?
You feel like you are about to explode because of all the emotions you are going through. On one hand, Bucky communicating with you is everything you wanted. On the other hand, isnât it too late? And why did he write not one but two songs about you? Declaring his love to the worldâŚ
You repeat that last bit in your head. Heâs declaring his love to the world.
Heâs no longer afraid to talk about his emotions. He wants you to hear them, millions of other people are just the bonus. Heâs not afraid to show how fucking miserable he feels. He just wants you back.
Heâs doing his bit in communicating, but unless you donât do something about it, it wonât matter. It will be another attempt in vain. You arenât sure if you want to repeat the same pattern. You notice the song is over when your phone chimes. Itâs your best friend again.
>> Did you listen?
<< Yeah.
>> How are you feeling?
<< Confused.
<< Are you still talking to him?
>> Yeah we all are.
<< Why didnât you tell me that?
>> You said you didnât wanna hear anything about him and we just respected your decision.
Just like you thought. You canât blame them. Anytime someone mentioned anything remotely related to Bucky, you either changed the subject or found a reason to leave. So you canât help but wonderâŚ
<< How is he doing?
>> Not great. He misses you.
<< I miss him too.
>> Are you gonna call him?
You look at the message for a long minute. Are you gonna call him? Thatâs the question. Maybe you should. Maybe you shouldnât. Both of the options sound equally wrong. You have no idea what to do.
<< I donât know what to do.
>> Just give him a call. Heâs the love of your life.
You have no idea how long you have looked at that text. Maybe for a couple of minutes, maybe for an hour.Â
Heâs the love of your life.
Heâs a bastard, but he really is the love of your life.
And you are the love of his life.
Where do you go from here? You look at your phone once again. You finally know what to do.
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bestie u write only for characters or about sebastian too? just a question, btw, love your writing!!!
Hello! I only write about fictional characters. Mostly about Bucky Barnes lately. And thank you so much for the kind words â¤ď¸
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sooo, i read your fic "like someone i know" and it was absolutely hot AND amazing. i am obsessed with miscommunication of how they thought they hated/were against each other but not. đ
if you do take requests, could you write a drabble or something of them finally dating and bucky still teasing the reader but obviously in love now? JBJDJSHS maybe make the entire class confused bc they're aware of their rivalry. i just LOVEEE the fluff after enemies/rivals to lovers plots. đĽš
if you don't take requests, it's okay!!! your fic was amazing and now i shall read more of your work to my heart's content!!!
Thank you so much for the kind words â¤ď¸
Oh, I absolutely love this! I tried to write a cute drabble and I hope this works for you.
summary: Set after Like Someone I Know. You and your former academic rival, Bucky, begin a secret romantic relationship. What happens when you two have another exam?
pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
warnings: None actually. Pure bickering and a bit of fluff + no mention of y/n.
word count: 842
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
Another day, another test. You feel stressed by the number of lessons you had to study for this one. There were so many things, even though you went through all of them, you feel like you remember nothing. Nothing at all.
You open your bag and reach for your notes while your back rests against the cold wall. Maybe you will feel confident enough if you go through them one more time. Refreshing your memory does not hurt, right?
You start to read and repeat the most important info in your mind, trying to remember where and how you wrote them so you can use them during the exam, but itâs hard to concentrate. Especially, when Buckyâs voice is booming through the hallway. His laugh is so loud, and it annoys you because he isnât laughing like that because of you. Heâs just messing around with Steve, Sam, and Natasha, as usual. You are pretty sure Natasha is the one that made him laugh this loudly, and jealousy takes over you.Â
âFor the love of god, just stop talking for a sec! Some of us are trying to study here.âÂ
No one bats an eye. They are so used to you two bickering before and after exams, but Bucky immediately turns to you. You see the mischievous spark in his eyes. Heâs so amused by the comment.
âDo you mean yourself, princess? Because I donât see anyone else besides you studying right now.â
You make a sour face when you hear him calling you princess. Thatâs new. He usually calls you doll.
âDoes it matter?â
âMatters to me.â
âFine. Iâm trying to study. Shut your mouth, kay? Bye.â
You try to turn back to your notes, but no, Bucky is not done bickering with you. Of course, he isnât.
âDonât worry, you will get a good grade. You always do.â It couldâve been such a sweet encouragement if his tone had been different. It just feels like heâs patronizing you.
âSo what? I should stop studying?âÂ
âYeah. Give yourself a break, doll.â He stops for a second, then dramatically adds. âLive a little.â
âStudying first, living later.â That kinda sounds like a promise, but no one but Bucky gets that.
You think you can finally read again, but Sam doesnât let go of the conversation for some reason. He always likes to interject.
âAre you worried Bucky will get the best grade?âÂ
âOh, come on, Sam!â Steve sounds tired already.
âI would like to see him try.â After years of being rivals, your answer comes automatically. You forget thereâs no need for this anymore.
âI got the best score last time, remember?â Luckily he doesnât sound offended. Maybe he just missed your usual bickering.
âAnd I will make sure that doesnât happen again.â You give him a fake smile. You really want to get the best score, even if that means beating your boyfriend.
âYou always say that, butâŚâ Suddenly he stops talking, and you wanna know how that sentence ends.
âBut what?âÂ
âDoesnât matter.â
âCome on!â You challenge him. He shouldnât stop himself from voicing his thoughts just because you started to date a while ago. Your rivalry is still there. He should be free to say whatever he wants. âSay it.â
âMaybe later.â He resists.
"Come on, Barnes! Since when are you afraid to speak your mind?" Your taunting works like a charm.
âYou always say that, but I never saw you upset because I beat you.â
You canât help but smile. If someone is gonna get the better grade, it has to be Bucky. Any other option is simply not acceptable.
You feel the stares of Steve, Sam, and Natasha on you. They didnât expect this turn of events. They have been holding their breaths to see your reaction. Are you gonna get mad? Snap back at him? Shove his flirtatious comment up his ass?
âIf it's not me, then it has to be you, right?â You watch Buckyâs smile grow while others mumble with confusion.
âIf not my girl, then who else?â
Oh, he really went there. He didnât miss the opportunity to claim you, and even though you wanted to do that very differently, you canât help but feel giddy about it.
You donât say anything at first, slowly walking towards him. You stop right in front of him, staring into his pretty blue eyes. He doesnât know what to expect, so you can see how puzzled he is. You stand on your tiptoes and gently place a kiss on his cheek.Â
âGood luck, baby,â you whisper into his ear, then you just turn on your heels, like nothing happened. âSee you after the exam.â You donât look back, but you hear others talk.
âWhat the fuck just happened?âÂ
âDid she just-âÂ
âI told you they would eventually fuck, Rogers! Pay up!âÂ
âLanguage, Sam! We donât even knowâŚâ
âOh, they definitely did.â Natasha sounds rather amused.
âFine!â
âOh, come on! You betted on us?â Buckyâs charming voice is the last thing you hear before entering the classroom.
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