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becca-e-barnes · 8 months
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The Study
Not only is this the start of my 'Moving In' series, I'm also calling it my birthday piece! I turn 24 on Tuesday and I'm trying hard not to think about the fact I'm overdue a quarter-life crisis.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2.7K (oops)
Warnings: Pleasure Dom!Bucky, sub! reader, spanking, use of a vibrator, forced orgasms, kinda Dom vibes but totally consensual, degradation, safe word system but safe word not used, pet names
Summary: Bucky spends the weekend at your new house and you take him on a tour.
Minors, do not interact
Turning the key in the front door still feels odd. One of the very first changes you made to the house was installing a new locking mechanism on both doors and it hasn't had a chance to stiffen up yet.
The smell of paint is starting to dissipate but it hits you hardest when you open the front door. The hallway was one of the last areas of the house to be redecorated so the smell seems to be most noticeable right at the door.
"Damn, this place is deceptive." Bucky's remark makes you smile to yourself while you hang your jacket up. "It's a whole lot bigger on the inside than I thought."
"It surprised me too. All of the rooms are a nice size."
The house had ticked so many boxes for you. More than two bedrooms in a quiet development, a low maintenance garden, off road parking, a downstairs bathroom and the whole house has plenty of potential. The plan isn't to live here forever, after all. It should be easy enough for you to sell when you decide to move on.
You flick a few lights on in the hallway and toss your keys into the bowl on the hall table before you turn your attention back to Bucky standing in your living room. Despite the fact you hadn't removed your own shoes, he's taken his off, leaving them neatly at the doorway of the living room beside his travel bag.
He's respectful of your space; he always has been but it's nice to just have him in your space. It's nice to have him be part of it.
He walks slowly around the little living room, looking at the few ornaments and picture frames you'd collected. "That's cute." He's looking at a picture of you and your best friend, sitting on the floor of your old kitchen, laughing yourselves to tears over the fact your Christmas tree was three inches tall and cut out from the back of a cereal box. The photo brings a smile to your face every time you see it.
"Are you hungry? You've had a long day." You move over behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back through his clothes while he looks at your pictures on the fireplace. He's had to travel for a few hours just to get here so you imagine he's bound to want something.
"I'm okay for now." You nod at his response, taking in the fact he's actually standing in your home.
The time you have with him is limited. That's how this works but for just less than two days, he's yours. After that, he'll go back home so you've learned to make the most of the time you have with him.
"Help yourself to whatever you like. Kitchen is down the hall." You don't even really want to move but you can't stand like this forever.
He turns in your arms so he's facing you and captures your lips in his. It's a soft, slow, gentle kiss; the kind you've been dreaming of since you last saw him. You need him to feel exactly how much you've missed him without having to tell him.
The kiss lasts for minutes, far beyond its natural end but neither of you care.
After what feels like forever, your lips part but your foreheads stay pressed together, both of you determined not to pull away.
"I still haven't gotten the grand tour." He's got the most beautiful eyes and they're locked on yours to the point that you'd almost forgotten he's never been here before. "But I want to start in your favourite room."
"Well, the study is my favourite. I converted one of the bedrooms into an office space."
"Show me."
You don't protest. Instead you head out of the living room and up the stairs to the furthest end of the hallway, with Bucky following closely behind you.
"These all used to be built-in storage units around a headboard for a bed. I took all the doors off the cabinets and made it into shelving." You'd turned the room into a space that you love. The walls are painted a light shade of cream with houseplants lined up between books on the shelves. Instead of storage around a headboard, you now have book shelves, arching around your desk. The other side of the room has a sofa that converts into a bed for extra guests and there's a beanbag in the corner by the window to read on.
"I see why it's your favourite. Odd mix of books here though." Bucky's eyes flick over the titles, ranging from your collection of political figures' autobiographies, the 'Diary of an Oxygen Thief' trilogy, the selection of books providing commentary on the criminal justice system and a good few classics.
"It is. But I like this room. It'll be cosy in winter once I get some fairy lights and nice and bright in summer. Somewhere to unwind." You're thinking out loud as you reach up to close the window and that's when you feel Bucky step behind you.
"I think we should celebrate." Bucky’s voice is low, his lips trailing up the side of your neck, heading towards the spot just behind your ear that he's always loved to kiss.
"I think..." He stops briefly on his path, taking a second to inhale deeply, determined to slow down. "I think we should make love in every room of your new house this weekend."
Fuck.
"Are you sure you're up for that? Because I can really stretch it out. I'm not sure how we're going to make it work in the pantry or the downstairs bathroom but I'm happy to try."
"Your 'pantry' is a cupboard." Bucky's breath is hot on your neck, and you feel his lips have curled into a smile.
"I know. You promised every room though." You can't help but tease him, although you're half serious. It's not your fault that you're keen. Not when he's kissing down your neck like that and holding your waist so your back is flush against him.
"You're a handful." You feel his fingertips graze the bare skin of your waist and you remember how nice it is to just be touched the way he touches you.
"I might be a handful but I can promise if I have my way, after you leave here on Sunday, you won't even be able to think about cumming again until Thursday at the very earliest."
"Jesus, that's one hell of a promise." He turns you around to face him and you notice his eyes are damn near twinkling with excitement.
You've got all weekend together; there's no need to rush but you can't help the overwhelming need to feel him sliding into you. That's when you feel closest to him and it's the closeness you're craving more than anything.
Your hand cups the side of his face, your thumb tracing across his freshly shaved jawline and you allow yourselves a second to just be together.
He smells familiar. The heat of his body against yours makes you feel safe. He makes you feel safe.
"I want to start with you though. I brought you a little something." He kisses your lips gently and smooths a hand down over your hair before he retreats downstairs to the bag that he'd brought a few changes of clothes in.
He returns with a small cardboard box with the tape on one end already cut.
"I didn't have time to wrap it. It arrived last minute." You're so busy trying to get into the box that you hadn't even noticed.
Inside the box are a few instruction manuals, a thin white cord and a black satin pouch. Inside the pouch is a neon pink toy that's thicker at each end, narrow in the middle and nicely curved.
"I've already charged it and paired it to my phone. This end slips inside you." He points to the thicker end, studying your face to make sure you're okay with this.
And why wouldn't you be? This is pretty damn close to a dream come true.
"Remember what you said last time I saw you? You wanted me to spank you. Maybe we should take it a little further." He's always been hesitant to do anything that would hurt you and that fact is the very reason you want him to. You know how much he wants to protect you and knowing he cares about you has you convinced that he's the right person to explore this with.
"Please." You whisper, beyond excited at the thought of getting everything you've begged him for. "What did you have in mind?"
"I'm thinking about you bent over this desk with this inside you and we'll start off with a couple of light taps to that pretty ass." He presses the button on the narrow part of the toy and it give a short buzz, coming to life in his hands.
Fuck, you're into this man. You're into his hesitation just as much as you're into his willingness to try something new.
"Traffic light safe word system. 'Red' and I'll stop, 'amber' and I'll give you a break, 'green' to keep going." He wants to be fully sure you know you're in control here, not that you ever had any doubt.
You nod and stretch up on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time with as much passion as you can manage. Your hands run through his hair while his trail over your body, your tongue flicking gently against his.
Just being around this man makes you wet, not that you'd ever admit that to him. Even the thought of him has you throbbing with arousal so now that he's here in front of you, your whole body feels like it's buzzing.
He touches you like he can't get enough. He can't get you close enough and it's beyond thrilling to be the subject of his need.
It's almost embarrassing that you get yourself worked up so easily but from the hungry look in his eyes when you undo the button of your jeans, he doesn't seem to mind.
You step out of your jeans and panties and Bucky helps you out of your top and bra, leaving you naked in your study.
"Look at you." Bucky sounds like he's almost in awe, no matter how many times he's seen you naked.
He kisses you again, matching the same passion he'd had earlier, trailing his hands over your soft, warm skin until his fingers are nestled between your thighs.
"Fuck, you're soaked." His fingertips trail between the folds of your sex, gathering the wetness he's responsible for. "Good girls don't get this wet at the thought of being spanked. You know that, don't you?"
You're almost too turned on to even respond to him. "Bend over. I want to see how well you take your toy."
You do as you're told, bending over your desk while Bucky drops to his knees behind you to slip the toy inside you. You feel him trail the thicker end of the toy against your slick cunt, gathering enough wetness to let it slip inside you comfortably.
Within a minute, the toy comes to life inside you and there's no way to stifle the moan that catches in your throat.
Not only is the internal part vibrating at a low, delightful buzz, the other end is pressed right to your clit and is stimulating it at the same strength.
"Did I say you could make a sound?" Bucky quizzes, sounding harsher than ever and when he gets no response, his hand comes down on your ass with so much force that it makes you yelp.
It was a hell of a spank and you can feel heat blooming under the skin of your left cheek, quickly followed by another spank to the right.
"For the record, you can make as much noise as you need to. But only because I've told you that you can. You see the difference?"
You force yourself not to nod and it has the effect you were hoping for. Two more harsh, painful spanks are delivered, one to each cheek, the same as before.
You don't know if you imagined it but the toy inside you feels stronger. You can't be sure if you're just focusing on the pleasure over the pain or if Bucky really has turned it up.
"Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" He needs to know you're enjoying this because a little part of him is surprised at just how much he's into it. He gets to control both your pleasure and your pain because you want him to and the trust alone is enough to get him off.
"Feels amazing, fuck. Making such a mess." Stringing sentences together isn't easy but you swear you're about to cum already. Your nipples rub delightfully against the wooden desk and you swear every sensation is heightened.
"I wish you could see the mess you're making. Looks fucking delicious." He turns the toy up ever so slightly but that's enough to send you spiralling, gripping the edge of the desk as pleasure ripples through your entire body.
You can do nothing but sob, cumming relentlessly because he's refused to turn the toy down. Even after you're done, he keeps it at the same intensity, moving on like nothing happened.
"You say the sluttiest things. That promise of yours to totally drain me. Who says shit like that? So fucking filthy."
"I mean it. I want every drop of cum you can give me. And then more." You know saying something like that will earn you another spank and it does.
"You're not just acting like a slut. You are a slut. You spend your life hiding it from everyone else but you can't hide it from me." A shiver runs down your spine. You almost feel like you've been caught. Like he's figured you out and now you have nothing left to hide. "Say it."
It's a clear instruction but saying it makes it real.
Your hesitation earns you another sharp spank, heat prickling both your face and your ass at the same time.
"Don't make me tell you twice." For someone hesitant to slip into a dominant role, he's absolutely nailing it.
"I'm your slut." Your voice is less steady than you would've hoped but the words at clear at the very least.
"My slut?" He almost sounds like he can't believe what he heard.
"Yours. Your slut." You repeat, wishing you could see his face.
"Oh sweetheart, that's cute." He means it too. He turns the toy up as a reward and even though it's only at half its full strength, you can't help but cum again, pleading your way through another blinding orgasm.
"Such a good girl for me. That's it. Cum nice and hard. Give that slutty little pussy what it needs." He lands one more harsh spank on your ass and you swear it only makes you cum harder, to the point that your legs are shaking.
But all of a sudden, the sensation stops completely.
"B-Bucky?" You ask, turning around to look at him, wondering if something went wrong.
"Don't want to wear you out, sweetheart. I think that'll do for now." You agree that it's probably a good place to stop and you have no problem taking the toy out for a while.
He pulls you in close, resting your head on his chest, letting you catch your breath while he holds you and kisses your forehead.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice is soft, hoping that you'll tell him the truth.
"No. It was perfect." You smile, capturing his lips in yours, hoping to relieve some of his fear. You're almost giddy with excitment. It truly was everything you needed and you fully intend to thank him for it before the weekend is over.
"Good. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would." He's back to the gentle, tender touches that you're so used to from him and it's a blessing that he can flick so effortlessly between both personas.
"How about we order in and stick a movie on?" He suggests, kissing the tip of your nose. "Go put on something comfortable. I'll find a takeout."
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rookthorne · 1 year
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The halls of Bucky’s home were vast with floor to ceiling works of art hung on burgundy walls, soft lighting that led to the open living, dining, and kitchen - each space as luxurious as the last. Your bare feet padded softly against the dark herringbone floor until you reached the kitchen, where black and gold marble countertops shone under downlights.
Soft voices were coming from the double doors to the left of the living room, too low to make out but the tone was clear; business, not pleasure. The soft whirr of the coffee machine drew your attention from the expansive view, and you smiled as you grabbed your favourite mug from the top cupboard, the fabric of Bucky’s shirt riding up your bare thigh with the stretch. 
“You know what-” A smash of glass echoed from the closed doors and you startled. “I fucking told you to keep your fucking nose clean!”
“Oh, boy,” you murmured. Bucky was angry, but at who–your endless guesses may not even come close, he had many men under his command being at the head of the mafia empire he built from the ashes. 
Abandoning your mug of steaming coffee, you tiptoed to the door and pressed your ear to the cold wood. There were shuffling sounds, a hiss of annoyance, and a grumbling voice that sounded like Steve. Bucky spoke up again, this time his tone measured and tense. “When I tell you to do something, I mean it. I am fucking sick of cleaning up after you two.”
“Yes, boss,” another voice spoke, almost too softly to make out.
“Fuck it,” you whispered, glancing up and down your body. “They’ve seen worse.” 
The door opened smoothly and you peeked inside. Sam was by the door, his posture screaming ‘fuck around and find out’, and Steve was pacing behind the two seats where two men sat, straight backed and tense like a rod had been shoved up their ass. 
And to be fair, having an angry mafia boss targeting his considerably controlled rage at you - that would make anyone shit bricks. 
“Not now,” a voice whispered and you looked at the source to find Sam staring at you from the corner of his eyes. “Later.”
You nodded once and backed away from the door when Bucky’s voice suddenly piped up, hostility null and void. “Hey, baby, c’mere.” The door opened further, and you looked inside properly, still hanging back in the doorway - just in case. “I missed you,” Bucky breathed, the honeyed sound of his voice your calling card, and without thinking you stepped into his office where every eye landed on you. 
The diamond necklace that Bucky had gifted you was cold between your fingers when you fiddled with it, a calming presence in a much too heated environment. It was a nervous tic that Bucky had known, and picked up on very quickly.
Bucky’s seat scooted back on the wooden floor, and he pointed to his lap. “C’mere, sit down.”
Silence pressed against your eardrums while you moved around his desk and sat on his thigh, the corded muscle straining against the black fabric of his slacks. Once settled, you leant against his chest and rested your head in the crook of his neck, facing forward to look at the two men staring in absolute shock at you. 
A cold hand rested on the small of your back and Bucky’s chest rumbled under your ear when he spoke. “Good girl.”
You shivered, but not from the sudden cold of his prosthesis. 
“Now,” Bucky began lowly, a dangerous undertone to his authoritative voice. “Where were we?”
The men spoke and you tuned it out, preferring to stare with curiosity at the seated men while they spoke, studying their faces that were twisted in distress at was evidently one hell of a fuck up. 
The one on the right was built like a bear with dark blond hair down to his ears and a neat beard, he was staring pointedly at Bucky with unwavering conviction and determination to right his wrongs. Beside him sat a man that looked smaller but not by much, his hair was dark like Bucky’s though he had strands falling over his forehead. The nonplussed expression and relaxed features of his face came as a surprise. 
You shifted to get more comfortable and gasped, the sudden change of pressure against your clothed heat on Bucky’s thigh taking you by surprise. “Easy, kitten,” Bucky drawled, loud enough for the room of men to hear and you whined low in your throat - a sudden need to move consumed you and set your body alight. “Be a good girl for daddy.”
“M’kay,” you whispered, settling down with a huff. This was business, not pleasure, you reminded yourself. Bucky’s left hand suddenly cupped your ass and you whimpered when he squeezed once, twice, three times before he relaxed his hold. 
“Behave,” Bucky purred, quiet enough for only you to hear. “And I’ll give you a treat.” 
They continued talking for a while - Bucky’s hand moving up and down your back as they discussed deals and partnerships. You focused on Bucky’s voice, still clipped and tense, though you sitting in his lap seemed to abate the worst of his anger. He hated having you witness his violent bouts of rage, especially at the incompetence of his men at their worst moments.
“I expect this to be fixed before the end of the day,” Bucky snapped, his arm momentarily tightening around you. In an act to soothe him, you placed an open palm against his chest and shifted even closer so your knee was on the edge of his seat and closer to his crotch. 
“You got it, boss,” the dark-haired man said, saluting.
Bucky snarled, a low growl building in his throat and you tensed. “Hal, quit the-”
“We’ll take our leave now, boss,” the blond interrupted, sending a sharp glare at his partner, who shrugged lightly and the two rose. 
“Ari, I expect a phone call no later than sun down with the news that this fucking mess is fixed,” Bucky called, his cold hand creeping up your back while his tattooed hand pointed right at Ari, his pinky ring shining in the light of the sun from the window behind him. “Do you understand?” Ari nodded and pulled Hal from the room and Sam finally moved, a nod of his head and moving to stalk after Hal and Ari to escort them out. 
“Stevie,” Bucky asked, looking at his most trusted man, his voice rumbling in his chest. “That deal that they fucked up, make sure they actually fucking fix it. I don’t want another loss or it’s their heads.”
“Got it, Buck,” Steve answered. He smiled at you softly and strode from the room, closing the door with a click behind him.
The chair holding the two of you scooted back even further and Bucky’s hands, one warm and tattooed, the other metal and cool, moved down the back of both your thighs and dug in. “C’mere,” he murmured. You squeaked in shock when he lifted you and your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. “You behaved for me there, what’s goin’ on with you, hmm?”
Your breath hitched at his lowered octave, his accent shining through with the heady tone of his voice. Entirely unbidden, your cunt clenched with want when he lowered you both onto the couch against the far wall by the fireplace - it wasn’t your fault when he showed off his strength that it awoke something within you. You were straddling one of his thick thighs now, and you exercised every last slither of self-control not to sit down, not before you were told to.
“Wanted to be good for you-”
“Oh, that’s sweet,” Bucky interrupted. His right hand cupped your jaw and he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, his cerulean eyes blown and eclipsed with lust. You opened your mouth and swirled your tongue around his thumb like it was the head of his cock. “You wanted to behave for daddy?”
You moaned and nodded, not breaking eye contact as you sucked at his thumb hard. “Oh, baby, you were such a good girl for me.” His left hand gripped your hip and pushed you down roughly against his thigh. “I want you to sit.”
“Ah! Daddy, please-”
“What? What is it, kitten?” Bucky pouted, his mocking tone only serving to send a fresh wave of heat through your body. “You can’t be stupid for me yet; I haven’t even touched you.”
“N-No,” you whimpered, clutching at the lapels of his suit jacket. “Please, I was good, I-I want you, to– fuck-” The sudden heat of Bucky’s mouth placing open mouthed kisses on your neck made you whine loudly. 
“So sensitive, aren’t you? Poor thing,” Bucky sneered and you nodded feverishly, unable to move from the bruising grip he had on your hip. “Goin’ all silly on daddy, huh?”
“Ye-Yeah,” you gasped, Bucky had moved his right hand from your jaw and placed it on your hip in line with his left. “Oh, god, daddy, please!” 
Bucky hummed and pushed your hips down, the pressure against your clit now becoming unbearable and you cried out, a sound thin and high that bounced off the walls of his office. 
“What do you say, kitten?” Bucky snapped, his left hand suddenly grasping your throat so the cold metal shocked your skin. His right remained on your thigh, controlling you like a rag doll to grind back and forth, back and forth, again, again, and again.
“Fuck! Thank you, daddy, oh fuck,” you sobbed.
Bucky smiled like a predator - a wolf who had caught the lamb. 
The force of his hold on your hip began to smart and you whimpered, bringing your hands from his chest to his left wrist and holding on for dear life. “Please, I need more- daddy-”
“Aww,” Bucky cooed. “No, kitten, you know that daddy knows what’s best for his girl, and right now she’s being a fuckin’ little slut for her daddy, isn’t she?”
“Yes!” You cried when a tendril of pleasure wound up your spine. “Yes, for you, only for you!”
“Atta girl.” The grip around your throat made you wheeze in sharp pants that fanned over Bucky’s lips when he pulled you closer. A sharp stab of pleasure coiled low in your stomach and you broke out in a sweat, the diamond necklace underneath Bucky’s wrist clinking against the metal with your forced and desperate movements. 
“Ah- ah- oh, fuck, please,” you moaned, and Bucky chuckled darkly. He squeezed your hip in warning when you tried to move faster.
“You wanna ride my thigh? Is that what you want?” Bucky asked. His chest had begun to heave with heavy breaths that showed he was only barely holding on himself. “You just need that pretty head of yours empty while fucking my thigh, huh, baby girl? Don’t worry, daddy’s got you.”
The relief of hearing Bucky’s promise was overwhelming. His grip around your throat loosened until he only squeezed the sides while his right forced you to move in earnest, the pace of your hips brutal to the already tight coil. 
“‘M gonna come, daddy! Oh- fuck, oh my god,” you babbled, hysterical on a high you had tasted many times before. “I-I can’t stop-”
“I know, baby, I know,” Bucky soothed. “Such a good girl for me, c’mon.” 
You gasped loudly when Bucky pulled you forwards, his brute strength forcing you closer and in turn, your thighs clenched around his to keep you balanced. 
“I know you’re close, kitten, fuckin’ look at you–such a slut, and you’re all mine, fuck,” Bucky breathed, his claim ending in a chuckle when you whined loudly at the change of position. “Be a good girl for me. I want you to come, now.”
The words leaving his lips were the catalyst of your release. You screamed when it hit you all at once, far too much and far too little in its devastation. 
“That’s it, that’s it, oh, baby, look at you,” Bucky breathed, his tone hoarse with restraint when you could finally hear him over the dull roar in your ears. “You were so good for me, ‘m so proud.”
You fell boneless against Bucky’s chest and his arms wound around your waist, hugging you tightly while he whispered praises and soothed you from your high. His tattooed hand cupped the back of your neck where the clasp of your necklace sat against your sweaty skin, and he heaved a happy sigh through his nose. “Do you think they heard you?”
“Probably,” you giggled, moving to sit up so you could look into Bucky’s face. The diamonds adorning your neck were warm and misted with sweat while you fiddled with them. “Why?”
The dangerous glint in Bucky’s eyes and the devilish smirk was all you needed to know to understand why, if his hard length brushing against your thigh wasn’t enough of a hint; after all, his hard cock was better than a diamond by far.
“I need you to scream a lil’ bit louder for me this time, baby,” Bucky said impishly. With a grunt of effort, he lifted you again and stood from the couch. 
“Bucky!” You squealed, hanging on for dear life around his broad shoulders. The damp patch on his slacks brushed against your thigh with his sudden movement and you giggled - that was you, you had made a mess on his ridiculously expensive pants. You had marked him.
It was a vice, the possessiveness he held over you and you over him, and parading his come-soaked slacks where his men would see?
Oh, god, you thought.
“Nope,” Bucky sighed, his hands gripping your ass tightly in reprimand. “I’ve gotta fuck you until you don’t know nothin’ but who I am, kitten. Besides, I have time to kill until that idiot calls me with good news, and I wouldn’t wanna waste an opportunity to be buried so deep in your fuckin’ cunt that you’ll be feelin’ me for days.”
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buckyismybicycle · 1 year
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Title: Miles Away [READ ON AO3] Pairing: Rockstar Bucky Barnes/Female Reader Rating: Explicit  Tags: Long Distance Relationship, Mutual Pining, Fingering, Love Confessions, Falling in Love Summary: How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be? When I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home
This is also for @buckybarnesbingo Flash Bingo K: "Kitten"
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Bucky is the drug in your veins, the electricity that runs through your body. You had no idea how you had managed to fall so fast and so hard for someone, but as Bucky heads into the next state and you head in the opposite direction toward home, you realize just how magnetic he was. It took every ounce of willpower to keep yourself from making that U-turn and driving yourself right back into his arms.
Was it perhaps a little obsessive to download everything of his? Every single album, song, and even remix? Maybe. But his voice is the one that you want to wake up to and the one you fall asleep to. It’s his old school rock songs that you wake up to, that hype you up for the day and his post-hardcore songs that get your blood pumping during a run or get your body swaying as you clean your apartment. It’s his acoustic songs that lull you to sleep, his voice softer than it has any right to be, sweet in your ear.
Even though you call, text, and videocall, there’s a piece of you that craves his physical touch, that yearns for the solid warmth of his body to accompany that sultry voice of his.
He finishes his tour, and his next, and then before you could figure out what hit you, your one-night stand turned two-day stand has bloomed into something you weren’t sure you were ready for.
His next tour is in Europe and it feels like he’s gone for ages before he comes back even though it’s only three weeks. You only get to see him once, before he’s swept away again, back into a recording studio so he can keep doing what he loves, and that’s when you realize you miss him.
Then it’s off to Riot Fest in Chicago for a weekend, which isn’t terribly far and yet it feels hundreds of miles away. He’s supposed to be there in two weeks.
The thought makes you a little weak, but you couldn’t let him catch onto anything. He hadn’t asked for anything more and you knew what the life of a rockstar was like. Hell, they wrote songs about it all the time! Sex, drugs, partying, that was the rock and roll way, right?
Though… Bucky had never exactly been like that when you two spent time together. He’d have an occasional drink, maybe a cigarette, and he turned down invites to go clubbing, choosing to instead spend the night with you. Sometimes, you wouldn’t be doing much of anything and you wonder if he ever felt bored just cuddling up on the couch with you, watching a movie, ordering in. It all seemed pretty mundane now that you thought about it.
“Maybe it’s a little straight-forwad o’ me, doll, but I’d love to see you before I go. Maybe… Stay a few nights?”
You didn’t have to think about it, really. “Of course, Buck! You know I love having you here. But… Well, are you sure you wanna spend your limited days here in my tiny apartment?”
There’s a low chuckle on the other end of the line that makes your stomach flutter. “Sweetheart, there’s no place I would rather be.”
You smile a bit, cheeks warming at his words. “You’re always welcome here, Bucky.”
“Alright, well, we gotta wrap a few things up at the studio in a few days and I gotta pack and all that, but I can be down by… Thursday? Is that too soon?”
It wasn’t soon enough, actually. If you could, you’d have Bucky here right now. Instead, you breathe in for a count or two before responding. “Thursday’s great.”
“Lookin’ forward to it, baby.”
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There really isn’t a need for you to be nervous. Maybe, if you had known who he was before seeing him, or if you had anticipated for even a second you’d see him more than once or twice, it would be a different story. Instead, you had thrown caution to the wind, almost certain you’d never see him again. You answered all his questions without holding back, gave up every secret and detail like it was nothing.
Bucky had done the same, though you weren’t sure if it was due to the same reasons or because Bucky was simply an open book. Always boisterous, always open, you didn’t really see Bucky hide much, if you were honest. The things you could find on the internet about him… Jeez.
But you two kept coming together, time and time again, and by then it already felt like you’d known each other your whole lives.
There was no point trying to think about something else — Bucky consumed your thoughts and you happily let him. Humming along to one of his songs, you cleaned up around your place, picked up groceries and threw yourself into work to put all that pent up energy somewhere.
By the time Thursday rolls around, your skin was tingling with anticipation, as if craving his touch. You could even see a slight tremor in your hands as you prepared dinner some time after you received the text from Bucky saying he was on his way. It would still be two hours before he got here, driving from the next state over.
When the buzzer rang in, you had nearly dropped your phone in the pan. Oh god, Bucky was here!
You checked yourself one last time in the hallway, before unlocking the door, leaving it open a crack, and then cleaning the kitchen up quickly.
“Babe?”
Your heart skips a beat as you go toward the shuffling noises by your door. Despite the fact that you see him all the time — whether it be by video, album covers, or music videos — he still takes your breath away.
He’s dressed simply, in black jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a plain zip-up hoodie under his light jacket but you think he looks perfect.
“Bucky,” you greet as you close the distance.
His clothes and skin are still chilled by the outside, and you shiver in his arms a bit.
“Heya doll,” he murmurs into your cheek before he pulls back and looks you over from head to toe, the same way you’d done to him.
Your cheeks get a bit warm at the focused attention.
“God, I fuckin’ missed you,” Bucky says abruptly, tearing his jacket and sweater off in one go, pressing his lips to yours.
You melt into the kiss, hands coming to cup his face, hands warming his cheeks as he steps out of his shoes and crowds you up against the wall.
“Missed you t — ah!��� You don’t get to finish your sentence as Bucky nips at your neck.
“S’that right?” Bucky asks voice gruff and teasing in your ear.
You nod frantically, hands scrabbling at his shoulders while he presses his entire body against yours. Goosebumps form across your skin when he gets his hands under your shirt, partially from the fact he’d just come outside but mostly because you’ve been dreaming of his touch ever since you last saw him.
“Bucky,” you gasp against his mouth.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Bucky groans, running out of patience and scooping you up by the back of your legs. “Love when you say my name, baby.”
Your legs automatically wrap around his waist, your hands running through his soft chestnut hair and wrapping around the back of his neck. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush whatsoever, his tongue slow but firm across yours as you both pant for air, hot breath across your cheeks with every struggling exhale.
“Bucky,” you say again, this time breathless, as you squeeze your legs around him.
“Mmm? Can I help you with something, kitten?”
You can’t help the sharp inhale of breath, your heartrate picking up speed as he pins you with his intense gaze.
You’re already feeling dizzy, words getting harder to formulate so you try to answer with your mouth and body. Tugging at his hair and pressing back against him, you hope it conveys exactly what it is you want — and just how badly you want it.
“Missed me that much, huh?” He asks with a chuckle, finally carrying you to the bedroom.
You nod frantically. “God, yes, yes, missed you so much.”
He laughs and you can’t help but return it, the both of you fumbling your clothes off in a hurry, limbs getting caught as you try to tear the fabric off of each other.
When he lowers you into bed, your entire body is heaving with anticipation as you dig your fingers into him, refusing to let him go.
Bucky kisses down your neck softly, slowly like he hasn’t a care in the world while you were a squirming mess underneath him. You feel goosebumps forming as he breathes out hotly along the trail his tongue leaves behind. It feels like he’s mapping out every spot that makes you howl and filing it away for later, smirking as he breaks you down bit by bit.
“Fuck, Bucky!” You wail, curling his fingers into fists along his shoulder.
“Yes, kitten?”
Oh, you could just kill him right now! He knows exactly what he’s doing, of course, and you know that. You know that he’s purposely teasing you without giving you much, knows that he’s practically purring in your ear, all the sweet nothings and pet names to get you riled up.
“How’m I supposed to know what you wan’ if you can’t even tell me, sugar?” He continues, fingers finally entering you, the slick making it so, so easy. “Jesus, sweetheart, already so wet for me and I only jus’ started.”
You clench around him in every sense of the word — pussy clamping down around his fingers, legs locked tight around his waist.
“Aw, sweetheart, y’gonna come already?” Bucky asks, fingers slowly curling inside of you while his thumb runs over your clit from left to right slowly. “I haven’t even put my mouth on you…”
You let out a loud whine, our hands tugging at Bucky’s hair hard enough that you’re sure it must hurt but he doesn’t give any indication of it. “Bucky, please, I c-can’t —”
The rest of it gets lost in a moan that gives away the fact that you’re right there.
“Can’t what, princess?” Bucky mocks. “Can’t even speak, can you?”
You can’t bring yourself to care even the slightest bit about Bucky’s goading, the feeling overwhelming your entire body as you dig in while you come hard enough that you could swear you blacked out for a moment.
It’s like being underwater, the sounds muffled in your ears — Bucky’s chuckle, drowned out by your fevered panting, your heartbeat.
“Nnnnggggg,” you groan, limbs heavy and uncoordinated as you essentially become one with the mattress.
Bucky’s smug face looks up at you while he kisses below your belly button as your stomach and chest still heave for air. “You okay there, doll?”
“Oh, fuck you,” you huff out, laughing along with Bucky as he crawls back up to kiss you.
“Mmm,” Bucky murmurs between your lips meeting.”Wanna fuck you.”
Even if you had just come, it’s like Bucky’s words ignite your body all over again. You smile dopily at him, hands cradling his face and running your thumbs along his stubble. “Yeah? Well what’re you waiting for?”
Bucky’s responding grin sends shivers down your spine again. Settling in, hauling your hips up until your ass rested on the top of his thighs, he licks his lips like a panther with its prey.
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You wake before Bucky does, your body pleasantly sore and still tired. With a small wiggle, you settle back into his arms, taking the time to just enjoy the moment and memorizing it. You let him sleep a bit longer, knowing he has a long night ahead, though it’s not like you could pull yourself away if you wanted. There was only an hour left with him, so you had to make the most of it and look over every detail in front of you.
It was so easy to imagine that this was your actual life — waking up beside this beautiful man, sharing more than just your bed with him. Your home. Your heart.
You trace a light finger along that sharp jawline and Bucky inhales deeply as he rouses.
“Mornin’, beautiful,” he mumbles, eyes slowly blinking open.
“Good morning,” you whisper,. “It’s almost 10:00.”
“M’gonna miss you, dollface,” Bucky whispers, voice raspy with sleep and — well, maybe it was more than just sleep.
“Pfft, yeah right,” you tease. “Girls are gonna fling themselves at your feet and you’ll have your pick of any one of ‘em.”
You had tried to keep the tone light — joking — but it obviously doesn’t quite work.
Bucky gets a little furrow between his eyebrows as he props himself up on an elbow to look down at you, searching your face for something. “Is that actually what you’re thinkin’?”
You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. It was the truth, but you hadn’t planned on sounding so pathetic. Sighing, you tuck the covers under your chin as you look up at him. God, you’d miss this face — the stunning eyes, that little dimple in his chin, the way his hair looks when your fingers have been running through it, gripping it, pulling it.
“Bucky… I knew when you first kissed me that you wouldn’t be staying.” God, it even hurts just to say it out loud. “You’re — you’re literally famous. You’re a rockstar! I’m —”
“— mine,” he finishes, interrupting you. “You’re mine.”
You bite your tongue, because he’s about to hit the road and you don’t want your last moments with him to be about this. About the way your stomach flutters when he says that you’re his so adamantly, like he doesn’t say it to the other girls you’re sure he’s picking up along the tours.
“Hey, c’mon,” Bucky coaxes, a gentle finger crooked under your chin to make you face him. His brows are furrowed as he looks at you. “What are you goin’ on about, huh?”
It’s painful to even think about it — letting yourself believe that maybe this meant as much to him as it meant to you, but it was impossible, wasn’t it?
“Nothing,” you lie. “I just miss you sometimes, that’s all.”
He snorts with a short laugh. “Babe, I miss you all the time.”
Looking you in the eyes, he props himself up on elbow, his other hand stroking your jaw lightly. “You know, I never thought I’d hate touring but sometimes… I just wish I could stay here instead.”
“Oh my god, don’t say that!” You admonish, a strange feeling working its way up your throat. “You’ve said it yourself, you were born for this! Bucky, you really, really are so talented. You were made for this. I still remember seeing you on stage for the first time, I’ll never forget it. I felt so alive, Bucky. Better than I had in ages. I felt free — like I was flying and… Everyone out there should experience that, too. They need to.”
“I ever mention how fuckin’ incredible you are?” Bucky asks, his eyes a bright, shining blue. It’s not often that you’re the one making him bashful, but it feels damn good. It’s not like you had even tried to, you had simply been telling him the truth. “I — you know I’m just a phone call away, right?”
“I know.” You try smiling for his benefit before pulling him in for a kiss that hopefully distracts him.
Whatever Bucky might’ve said gets lost as he tangles his fingers in your hair again, bringing you close to him. It turns from a leisurely kiss into something more frantic, like you both know that there’s an impending deadline. Needless to say, your distraction works.
In fact, it works a little too well. He shoves his feet into his boots, phone wedged between his ear and shoulder as he tries to explain to Natasha that he’ll be right there and no, of course he’s not going to be late.
You try to hide a giggle as he throws the last of his things haphazardly in his bag and hangs up.
When it comes time to your goodbyes, you hug each other tightly. Bucky smells like you, like your sheets and your shampoo, he even smells like your lotion with how much time you’ve spent pressed up against him.
God, is it ever difficult for you to let him go. Something must show on your face because as Bucky’s about to say goodbye, his face falls for a second.
“Sweetheart —”
“No! No, it’s okay,” you rush to reassure him. “Really, baby, I’ll be fine. It’s nothing.”
You can see he’s not entirely convinced, but it’s enough that he relents and gives you a long, sweet goodbye kiss.
“See you when I get back?”
You nod without thinking. “Yeah, of course.”
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“What’s wrong with your face?” Nat asks him the moment he scrambles onto their bus and throws his bag on his bunk.
“Fuck you, my face is perfectly fine,” he shoots back, though there’s no real heat to it.
“Ooooooh,” she taunts with a wicked grin. “Someone’s in loooooooove.”
“N — shut up!”
He’s clearly outnumbered when Clint laughs from the small couch and Scott howls from the bathroom of all places. What the fuck is his life.
Natasha takes some pity on him, at least. Because she leans in close before she whispers to him with a wink. “That’s not a no.”
He hates the way she catches onto everything. It’s true, though, it’s not a no. Truthfully, Bucky’s not really sure what love is. Despite singing an inordinate amount of love songs, he’s never felt it as deep in his bones as he does now. All the songs from their albums were different now — all the lyrics that spoke of love, the lyrics that Bucky never thought he would connect to like the rest, they made sense now.
He takes out his worn, trusted and beloved journal, and puts pen to paper, his thoughts flowing out of him like a tsunami. His words fill up the blank spaces between his various other scribbles and doodles.
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You lay on your couch, Netflix playing at a low volume as you try to unwind from the day. Besides immediately taking off your work clothes and microwaving some dinner to settle in, you hadn’t done much else. Except miss Bucky, of course, which made you feel so pathetic. God, it’s only been a day.
When your phone goes off, you get a thrill of excitement before you realize that there’s no way it could be Bucky, he’d be performing any minute now. The name that pops up surprises you nonetheless, and you pick it up wondering if it was good news or bad news.
“Peter?”
“Oh, hi! Um, Bucky wanted me to call you and — are you busy right now?”
You stared at the TV playing nonsense you weren’t even paying any attention to. “No, I’m not busy, just — is everything okay?”
“Uh-huh, yeah! Great. They’re technically done but they’re doing one more encore song and it’s gonna be real special. He wanted you to watch! Can I FaceTime you?”
“Yes! Of course!” You didn’t do a good job of hiding how enthusiastic you were about the fact that you could see Bucky again so soon.
“Okay, hang on —”
The moment you accept his videocall request, you gasp. The crowd in front of Bucky’s stage was huge! You were so happy for him — for the whole band, really. They deserved to be heard and recognized.
There was Bucky, front and centre stage like usual. Except this time, the rest of the band wasn’t with him.
“Can you see okay?”
You giggle at Peter’s concerned, faraway voice and holler back at him. “Yep, I’m good!”
“Tonight I’m doin’ somethin’ a lil different,” Bucky says into the microphone as he adjusts the strap of his acoustic guitar over his shoulder. “It’s been a while since I brought out ol’ Betsy for you guys, huh?”
The crowd gives a laugh as Bucky tunes “Betsy” expertly, pulling the microphone closer to him. “You better feel lucky, ‘cause you’re gonna be the first ones to hear this. Are you ready?”
The cheer from the crowd is nearly a screech, whistles and catcalls mixed in.
A new song? How exciting! You wonder if this is why Bucky wanted you to be on the call, and smiled at how sweet that was.
“This one’s for a special angel of mine,” Bucky declares before he strums away, the opening notes slow but sure.
Special angel — no, it can’t be…
I pack my bags and say goodbye to my divine
For what seems like the millionth time
They said it gets easier, but they lied
She looks at me and says "Really baby, I will be just fine"
But then she looks away, so I don't have to see her cry
And that is when I ask myself
You freeze, hearing the exact words you’d said to him that morning. There couldn’t be a coincidence — Peter had very specifically called you, which meant that this was for you. That you were “angel” that Bucky was dedicating this song to.
How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be?
When I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home
She needs me, but I know they need me too
So God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do.
Well really I'm so thankful for the people I meet, the places I've been and the things I've seen
But when she's not here it doesn't feel like I'm living my dreams
I know they say that no one is perfect, but I swear she's perfect for me
And that makes it so much harder to leave
You’ve already started crying from the indescribable feeling that washes over you. Perfect for me — Bucky had just said that! You were in disbelief, and despite how sad the song sounded, it was also breathtakingly beautiful, just like everything else Bucky does.
How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be?
When I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home
She needs me, but I know they need me too
So God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do
People say things like “music saved my life” or “music is my escape” and you always thought you understood what they meant. You enjoyed music too and almost always had some playing in the background no matter what you were doing.
You were so very wrong. This feeling, this sizzling, bubbling, tingling sensation that you can feel from head to toe is what it means to truly be moved by music. Like arrows, each one of Bucky’s words drive straight through your heart, sharp and unrelenting. You have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from making too much noise, desperate to hear the rest of the song.
If you miss me, I'm just a phone call away
Please be strong, be strong for me
I need you to show me how to change the inside of me
For my heart, for their sake, please be strong, be strong for me
Everything was blurry by now, the tears trickling down your cheeks as you hear his words — and yours — being played for hundreds of people live.
How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be?
When I feel so alone, so alone
How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be?
When I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home
She needs me, but I know they need me too
So God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do.
You couldn’t believe it was over. The shock and the overwhelming feeling that you can’t quite place literally make you freeze in your spot, biting down on your lip to try and hold it together.
“And that’s all she wrote, folks! Well. That’s all I wrote, anyway. GOOD-FUCKING-NIGHT E’ERYBODYYYYY! WE LOVE YOU”
Love. The word sends a jolt through you as it all falls into place for you. You loved him and you just couldn’t admit it to yourself but it’s oh so clear to you now.
The applause was like lightning, cheers and howls mixed in as Bucky exited the stage, and the moment you could no longer see him, the first sob escapes you. There’s a shuffling noise, reminding you that you were still on a call with Peter and not up in the clouds where Bucky makes you feel like you are.
“Are you —”
“Hey, Peter, I gotta go!” You blurt out frantically. “Will you tell Bucky to call me later please?”
“Oh! Um, yeah, sure I can do that.”
“Thanks Peter,” you rush. “Goodnight!”
You only feel a little bad for hanging up on him, but you’d just have to apologize next time. Right now? Right now you had to bawl your eyes out at the fact that Bucky wrote a song for you. And not just a song for you, but a song about you, where he called you “his divine” and “his heart”.
All this time, you let your fears and insecurities get in the way, so convinced that Bucky wasn’t looking for anything more than an easy hook-up. How could you have been so blind?
You don’t know how long it is after the set is done before your phone rings again, and this time it’s Bucky’s name that flashes across your phone.
“Bucky, what the HELL!” You yell as soon as you hear the call connect, not even giving him a chance to say hello.
“Hi to you too, dollface.”
You can hear the smirk on the other end. “I can’t believe you!”
“Can’t believe what, babe? That I wrote a song for you? I always said I was gonna didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but —”
It’s true. He had always said that, but you hadn’t taken it seriously for even a second. “But I didn’t expect that!”
“Did you like it?”
“I loved it,” you tell him earnestly, voice cracking a bit as you get emotional all over again. “I loved it so much. I —”
You had almost let it slip right then and there. Heart pounding, you have to physically swallow the words down.
“Good,” Bucky says, nonchalant as if you weren’t on the cusp of a love confession. “I practically wrote it non-stop on my way here from your place. Wasn’t sure if it’d be any good to be honest with ya, only sang it once on the bus for the troops and they like fuckin’ with me. You promise you actually liked it and you’re not tryna make me feel better? ‘Cause y’know, I can always rework it and —”
“I love you,” you interrupt. It was just too much to handle, how endearing it all was that Bucky not only wrote this ode to you but he was even worried if you liked it, which was such a silly thought because you loved everything Bucky did.
“... You do?” Bucky asks, sounding adorably confused.
You grimace at yourself — what the hell ere you doing! “Sorry, sorry. I just — I don’t know I had to say it, Buck. That song was…. I’m —”
It was his turn to cut you off now, saving you from further rambling and embarrassment.
“I love you, too.”
You smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. Between the two of you and your newfound words for each other, you happily chat as you both get ready for the night. So absorbed in your conversation, both of you miss the social media storm until it’s far too late.
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Thank you to @rookthorne as always for your support, encouragement and second set of eyes. This series exists because of you, sweetheart! 💕
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Exes and Oh’s
A/N: I fully blame @buckyshattergirl​ for this idea and for making my brain even hornier than usual – which is a feat in and of itself – but it’s okay because I love you and I’m really damn thankful that you’re such a cheerleader, my little pastry chef!
You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll make you a personalized drabble, oneshot or multichapter fic – anything you want, with anyone you want, the sky is the limit!
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Pairing: AU!Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Ex!Female Reader x Steve Rogers (mentioned)
Warnings: sort of enemies to lovers, ex-lovers, language, Beefy!Bucky, smut (minors DNI) p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spitting, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), degradation, choking, spanking, slapping, praise-kink, daddy-kink, pet-names, more dirty talk, cream pie, slight cum-play, probably something else too
Wordcount: 3.123
Exes and Oh’s
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 The door opened with the sound of Steve’s voice, boisterous and loud – Bucky stood up from the couch of their shared apartment and plastered a smile on his face; Steve had brought his girlfriend home for the first time, while Bucky was there, and the normal niceties were required of him, or – according to Steve – Bucky would get his ass handed to him. He could damn well try.
“Stevie, I’m in the living room!” He shouted out and adjusted his posture, doing his best to not look so… Intimidating. Steve came into the room first, his smile wide and happy. “Behave, Buck.” He quickly shot out, before pulling a very familiar face out.
Y/N. Fucking Y/N.
Both of their faces flipped through several emotions, all from confusion to anger to what the fuck and well, look at that, when Steve, the oblivious idiot, introduced them. Y/N plastered the fakest smile on her face. “Hi, nice to meet you.” She said through clenched teeth. Ah, they were playing this game. “You too, doll.” He answered, the same strained smile she had, mirrored on his face. “Stevie, I’m going to get some air.” He said, walking to the yard in two strides – he breathed deeply and considered if it would totally wrong of him to just run away. Probably the mountains. That seemed like a good decision.
“James?” Her voice filled his head and he groaned, turning around. She stood with folded hands in front of the door, Steve running around inside; Bucky narrowed his eyes at her. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he spat. Her face went from somewhat amiable to straight angry. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked him, pointing a finger at him. “I live here!” he hissed. “What the hell are you doing fucking my roommate? Is this some insane plot to get back at me, or something?” She scoffed. “Wow, you think low of me, huh? I didn’t know, you asshole.” He chuckled darkly. “Sure, you didn’t. You haven’t heard my name mentioned once, and I haven’t told you about Steve for the year and a half we were together, right?” “Oh my god, he calls you Buck, which I thought was a dog! Do you have any idea how many Steve’s exists in the world?” She glared at him. “This is fucking unbelievable. I didn’t do anything to you, prick, I met Steve, I like him and that’s all there is.” He scoffed. “Sure thing, peach. I…” He ran a hand through his hair. There was some sense in what she was saying; Steve wasn’t an uncommon name, and it wasn’t until recently that Steve and Bucky had found a house together – when Bucky dated Y/N, he lived alone. “Oh, fuck. What are we going to do?” He mumbled. She stared at him. “What do you mean?” He rolled his eyes. “We can’t just go around pretending we don’t know each other, can we?” “Why not?” She said slowly. He raised his eyebrows at her. “We fucked religiously for almost two years, and you want me to… What, just pretend I don’t know you?” “We’ve been broken up for a year, James. You should be…” He growled. “If you’re going to say that I should be over it by now, go fuck yourself with a shotgun.” “Vivid imagery.” She said dryly. He stepped closer to her, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I’m doing this for Steve. Not you.” “I’m not asking you to do anything for me.” She said, looking up at him – he was towering over her, his chest heaving and a his fingers twitched, wanting to press her to her knees and take her mouth. “How long are you staying?” He asked. “Just so I know how much I have to avoid the house.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m here for a week. My place had water damage, they’re trying to fix it. It’s not my first choice, either, James.” “Fine. I’ll play nice, if you do.” She pouted a little – his lips twitched. He always loved riling her up, that little pout that came with her furrowed brows, made him go wild under normal circumstances. “I always play nice.” He scoffed and stepped past her, walking inside. Right before going inside, he turned to look at her. “You look really nice.” He said softly, sliding the door open.
Now he had to prepare himself for a week of torture when his ex, who he wasn’t over, fucked his best friend in their house. While she was wearing the dress, he had bought her.
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It was as if she had only packed the shit, he had gotten her. Every time he saw her, he remembered something. That skirt? Had been hitched over her hips as he pounded her against a wall at a concert. That shirt? His fingers had played with her nipples during a movie, when she wore it the first time. That dress? There was a stain on it from her birthday-party, where he had fucked her mercilessly. it was like his own, personal hell.
Steve was oblivious to it, doting on Y/N and chatting Bucky up a storm; Bucky barely had the wherewithal to grunt a semi-decent response to whatever question Steve had asked, his eyes always drifting back to Y/N, who constantly averted his eyes. He thought he had just a little reprieve from her, when Steve and her went shopping, which gave him room to fucking breathe – her perfume lingered in his nose, his hair, his skin, and he couldn’t handle it. He took a shower, scrubbing his skin until it was angry and red, before wrapping a towel loosely around his waist. He ruffled through his shirts, sighing angrily when the one, he was looking for – his red Henley – wasn’t anywhere to be found. Fucking Steve.
He flung the door open to Steve’s room, a shriek meeting him instead of an empty room. “Fuck, shit, sorry!! I didn’t know you were changing!” He turned his back to an almost naked Y/N, who was breathing heavily. “What the hell are you doing in Steve’s room?” She shouted. “What are you doing here? I thought you were out with Steve!” He shouted back, clutching his towel to his body. “No, he had a meeting or something, so I stayed back.” Before he could answer, he heard the front door open and he panicked, going back inside Steve’s room, and shut the door. “Fuck, he’s coming… Just… Go in the closet, go, now!” He shoved her inside – causing her to squeal – and got inside himself, closing the door. His eye was poked by a hanger, and he swore under his breath.
It was tight. Maybe it wouldn’t have been if he wasn’t as big as he was, but nonetheless, he and Y/N were chest to – well, almost head – both breathing raggedly. Soft light shone in through the cracks and lit up her face. Her eyes were on his face. “Don’t fucking look at me like that.” He whispered harshly. “Don’t push me into a closet, asshole.” “What, you’d rather he found us together, you half naked and me just wearing a towel?” He asked dryly and saw her shoulders sag. “That’s what I thought.” She began to speak, but he clamped a hand over her mouth pushing her back against the wall of the closet. Steve’s voice rang out through the house, clearly looking for her. “Don’t. Make. A. Fucking. Sound.” He whispered. She whimpered under his hand and he had to restrain himself from letting a finger slide into her mouth. Her phone was still in her hand, and she quickly shot a message to Steve, a bad excuse as to why she wasn’t in the house and threw it on the ground. Her eyes found his again, wide and desperate. “Don’t…” he whispered, his willpower faltering for each second, they stood this close. He could hear Steve roaming around downstairs. “Don’t give me that look, I know what it means and we can’t.” She slowly wrapped her fingers around his wrist and removed his hand from her perfect lips. “No, we can’t.” she found his eyes again.
It was all it took.
He descended on her hungrily, his lips meeting hers with wild desperation, tongues gliding against each other – he dropped the towel and her nails clawed on his back, drawing angry lines down the naked skin. He hissed against her lips and caught her lower lip between his teeth, tugging it roughly. She mewled, and he grabbed her throat, cutting her sounds and air off. “Don’t make a fucking sound. You don’t want Steve to find you like this, do you?” He asked darkly. She shook her head as much as she could with him restricting her throat. “There’s my good girl.” She rolled her hips. “Fucking hell, peach…” He rumbled before kissing her again, feverish lips against hers, his fingers sliding to her panties; she whimpered brokenly as his fingers slid across the lace covering her wet pussy. “Oh, baby girl, you want me that bad, huh? You want my fingers here…?” He slid a finger underneath the waistband, his fingers dipping into her. She mewled and he tightened his grip on her throat, his hard cock nudging her skin. “All this for me?” She nodded as he began dragging his finger in and out of her, pumping her fast, his hips rutting; it was like a fucking drug to him, her warm skin and wet pussy. “Yeah, you want to be taken by your boyfriend’s roommate in his closet, don’t you?” He mumbled, adding another finger. She was meeting his thrusts with her hips, her hands clawing fruitlessly against his skin. “Hand.” He commanded, and she complied, holding her hand out to him; he spit into her palm and wrapped it around his throbbing cock, biting down on her neck to avoid moaning loudly. “Fuck, I love it when you stroke my cock…” He mumbled against her heated skin, his fingers working hard to get her to fucking cum; he craved it, wanted it more than air itself. “Fuck!” He grumbled, holding her chin between thick fingers and looked at her. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Yeah, you’ve always been mine, you fucking slut.” Her eyes rolled back. “Open your mouth.” She complied again, putty in his hands. He spat at her and she moaned when it hit her tongue. “You like getting finger-fucked by me when Steve’s looking for you, you dirty, fucking whore, do you?” She moaned a breathy yes. Her fingers moved fast around him, and he pulled out from her grasp with a grunt. “I need to taste you. Make a noise and I’ll fucking stop, you got it?” “Yes, daddy.” She whispered in the soft darkness. He groaned, going to his knees. “That´s daddy’s good girl, isn’t it?” he chuckled at her, his fingers pumping her dripping cunt, before his tongue licked a long stripe against her. He moaned at the taste, working his fingers quickly in and out of her, drinking her up as a thirsting man. Her hips grinded down on him, chasing her release. “You want to cum, baby girl? Want to cum for your daddy, huh?” He moaned against her dripping folds, speeding his fingers up. She was so fucking tight, he couldn’t see straight anymore. “Yeah, you cum, cum on my face, you dirty bitch.” He mumbled. She exploded on him, her whines soft as she grinded herself on his face, coming hard – he drank her up, not willing to spill a drop of her, as she rode her orgasm out. She clawed at him, fingers desperate, and he came to her lips again, kissing her hard; she moaned into the kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue. She tried to grab him and line him up, but he pulled back, panting. “Fuck, we can’t fucking do this.” She pouted. “Don’t give me that fucking face.” “You didn’t cum…” She whispered, eyes wild and darkened with lust. “I don’t give a shit. I’ll cover for you, get fucking dressed. We’re never talking about this again, got it?” She nodded breathlessly, and he left the closet, wrapping the towel around his waist again, cock sensitive and hard as a rock.
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The day stretched on – way too long, for his liking – and Steve was none the wiser. Bucky had kept him entertained while Y/N snuck down the stairs, outside, just to go back inside and slamming the door. Steve had kissed the same mouth, that Bucky had just spit in, and it made him feel weirdly hot.
The darkness covered his room as he tried to sleep, the thoughts of Y/N fucking Steve in the room next door, made him burn with jealousy. he didn’t notice the door creaking open, or the soft footsteps on the floor, but he definitely noticed the dip in the bed as she crawled in. “What the fuck are you doing…?” He didn’t finish, her lips searing on his, as she crawled on top of him, kissing him like her life depended on it. He growled and slung his thick arm around her and flipped them, kissing her just as desperately. She moaned against his lips, her hips bucking up against him and he groaned at the feeling. “Why the fuck are you in here, peach?” he mumbled, lips finding the sweet spot on her neck. She exhaled breathily. “I wanted you…” She whispered in the dark. He closed his eyes. His willpower was nonexistent when it came to her. “You need to be fucking quiet, got it?” He bit her soft skin. She nodded eagerly. He shoved the thoughts and guilt for Steve down – that could be pulled out at his next therapy-session –
He adjusted so he could pull her underwear down roughly, before balling it up and pushed it into her mouth, muffling her sounds. “Steve is right next door, baby, you gotta be quiet.” She nodded. He was rock-hard, the feeling of her body underneath him… It was fucking insane.
He pulled himself out of his boxers, letting the tip of his cock slide against her slit. It was just as wet as before. “You’re such a fucking dirty whore, aren’t you?” He asked her through gritted teeth, saliva pooling in his mouth. He spat down at her dripping pussy, mixing the spit with her wetness with his tip. “You want me, peach? You want me to fuck you dumber, than you already are, huh?” he was fucking feral. “You’ve been thinking about this cock sliding in and out of you, fucking you senseless? Marking you?” He kept sliding against her, the tip catching her clit every once in a while, which made her whine. He slapped her cheek, the sound echoing around the room. “Don’t make a fucking noise, are you fucking crazy?” He grabbed her throat again, reveling in how fucking right it felt. “You like this, huh? Being choked and pinned to my bed while your boyfriend is sleeping right next door, don’t you?” She nodded desperately. He lined up with her hole, straining to keep himself straight. “You’re my fucking little whore, peach, dripping for me…” He whispered before pounding into her. He had to clamp down on his teeth so hard, he thought they might break; it was heaven to be inside of her again. She bucked her hips under him, trying to get him to move, but he slapped her cheek again, holding still. “You’re not in fucking charge, got it?” He whispered dangerously, and fuck, she was responding to him so fucking well. It was almost instinctual the way, they slid against each other. “Good girl, baby…” he began moving, not really caring about the bed creaking or how quickly this would go; he wanted to fuck her senseless. Her walls tightened against him, as he began relentlessly fucking her. “Fuck…” He mumbled; hand hard on her throat. “Look at you, taking me so well… You like it when my thick cock stretch your little pussy, huh? You love to feel me inside of you, you fucking whore…” He lost himself in the feeling of her. “Daddy…” Her voice was muffled, but it was clear what she was saying. He grinned, his hips jerking back and forward, and he let a hand fall to her inner thigh, spanking the soft skin until it burned under his hand. “Is my good, little girl going to cum? You want to cum over daddy’s cock, huh? You want to soak me?” He was mumbling the words, barely able to say them between grunts and moans. She nodded and whimpered behind the makeshift gag. “Cum on my cock, baby, cum for me. Now.” He growled, gripping her tightly and fucked into her, his own release close by. She cried out and tightened her legs, wrapping them around his waist as she came, moving to meet his thrusts. Fuck, it felt so good to feel her clench and writhe on him, his cock splitting her; she was so fucking tight, her wet pussy drawing him deeper. “Good girl, you’re my good girl, aren’t you…” He whispered as she bucked against him in a wild pace. “I’m going to cum, baby, get your legs off of me.” He whispered, voice strained. She shook her head and tightened her grip with her legs, and he slid deeper inside of her – he grunted, and his pace stuttered. “Fuck, no, peach, I’m not…” He moaned, his balls slapping against sweat-slicked skin. “I’m not fucking coming in you, I can’t…” She grabbed his neck and spit the gag out, pulling him down to meet her lips. “Fill me, please, daddy…” He couldn’t have stopped it, even if he had wanted to – he came hard, shooting hot spurts of cum inside of her, filling her with him; she mewled against his lips, his hand going from her throat to her hair, pulling it roughly. They both came down and she finally unwrapped her legs from him. “You’re fucking dangerous, peach.” He mumbled, biting the sensitive skin on her collarbone. “Says you.” She whispered back. “Go back to Steve. This never fucking happened, you got it?” She nodded and slipped out of bed, throwing her panties at him. He caught them with one hand, even in the darkness – she giggled a little. “A souvenir.” The door closed and he fell back against the mattress.
She slid into bed next to Steve, hugging him tightly – she was spent, her legs shaking. “You know, you could just tell him.” He whispered to her. She could hear the smile in his voice. “Well, where’s the fun in that?” She replied.
PART 2
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FIRST - BUCKY BARNES (2/2) ver. 2
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(A/N): I have finally finished the editing and rewriting part two of first. I am so pleased how this turned out and I hope you will enjoy it. There are way more scenes and just... yeah. It’s longer than before.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (former!plussize!f!reader)
Summary: Y/N is finally ready to give herself to Bucky when their separate missions go wrong. (Or how Bucky helped Y/N explore sex.)
Warning: some angst, fluffy fluffy fluff, SMUT (unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, oral - f!receiving, first sex - Y/N is a virgin) and many more (maybe a tiny bit of comedy?
This story is only for readers who are 18+ years old. If you are a minor, please, leave this story and this page.
Words: 8400+
FULL MASTERLIST   | Part one
FIRST 2/2 - BUCKY BARNES
I had a list of sexual things I wanted to do. So far, I was able to cross out giving a handjob - that was a big step for me. But the list was still too long and my confidence was still low.
I kept replaying in my head Bucky’s face when I was stroking his cock with my hand. I brought him pleasure; I made him cum and that made me proud a tiny bit. The way his eyes were closed and his mouth was open while he moaned for me, praised me and it only made me want to shove my hand under my panties and play with myself. It was hot. 
Fingers lightly tapped on my head as Bucky’s face came into my view. “What is going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked, sitting down on the couch next to me. I didn’t even realise I was chewing a pen and the crossword puzzle was resting on my thighs, untouched. “I was talking to you and you were not listening. Are you alright?” 
I smiled at him. “I just zoned out. Sorry. What were you saying?” 
He grinned. “What were you thinking about?” he asked, curious. 
I blushed and looked somewhere else. “You,” I said simply. “I was thinking about that night a few days back.” I was squirming on the couch. I wanted to talk about it but I was too shy, too innocent when it came to this topic. 
Bucky’s lips landed on my forehead and it made me smile. “Wanna try something new?” he asked. “If you are up for it?” 
A weird sound escaped my mouth. My face was red as pepper and I couldn't look him in the eyes. I wanted to - I wanted to scream yes and explore more, but my insecurities got the best of me and I couldn’t express myself. 
Before I was able to say a full sentence, he grabbed me by the hand and took me away from the living room, dragging me to his room for more privacy. He sat on the bed and made me stand between my legs. “Do you trust me?” he asked. 
“Always,” I smiled at him. 
“Alright,” he winked at me. “I was thinking about this last night and even today,” he started talking. “I want to bring you pleasure.” He grabbed me by the hips and made me sit down - not on his lap, but over one of his thighs. Both of his hands remained on my hips, not letting me go. 
My eyes widened and I held my breath for a few seconds. I knew where this was heading and I was excited. In all honesty, I was scared to bring this up, thinking it was too weird. However, Bucky had other plans. 
The next words made me moan out loud. “I want you to cum on my thigh.” 
My whole body shivered once I heard him say it. “Fuck,” I mumbled under my nose and closed my eyes. 
“What a pretty sound you made, baby,” he smiled. “But I need you to open your pretty eyes and look at me throughout the whole time, alright? Can you do that for me, baby?” 
“Y-yes,” I quickly nodded.
His hands helped me move my hips at a slow pace as he kept staring at my face, biting his lower lip. He kept looking at me, at every single move I made with my hips, grinding down onto him. 
It felt better than I imagined. No wonder a lot of women were talking about it on the internet. My hands found his shoulders and grabbed them tightly when I found the perfect spot for my clit. 
“Such a good girl,” he smiled at me. “You look so beautiful, Y/N.” 
When I sped up the pace, his flesh hand trailed up my side and squeezed my left breast. The metal hand kept me down on his thigh as I tried to bring myself to climax. 
“Bucky,” I moaned his name and closed my eyes for a second before the metal hand spanked my ass. 
“Eyes open, beautiful,” he growled. “I told you I want you to look at me all the time, especially when you cum.” 
Then his lips found mine in a deep kiss. His tongue explored my mouth as I kept riding his thigh. When our lips disconnected, I leaned my forehead against his, moaning even more. “Fuck, I am close,” I whispered. “I’m going to cum, Bucky.” 
“Are you, love?” he smiled proudly. “Be a good girl and cum for me,” he said. 
It took me less than a minute to feel my pulse increase as the sweet release came. As much as I tried to keep my eyes on him, I closed them after a few seconds, enjoying the orgasm. My hips slowed down. I didn’t even realise I was clenching his shirt tightly in my fists. 
“Y/N?” he said my name. It felt as if he was far away from me. “Y/N, are you with me?” I opened my eyes and looked at him as I kept breathing deeply. “There she is,” he smiled. “Fuck, baby, that was fucking hot. You are such a good girl,” he smiled. 
I kept staring at his face. My cheeks were on fire and I dryly gulped. What have I done? The shame and embarrassment kept crawling over my body and I hid my face under his neck, whining. 
“Hey,” he stroked my back gently. “No need to be ashamed. It was very hot, honey.” When I was able to look at him, he was licking his lips and smiling. “Do you want to know what you are doing to me?” he asked gently. 
“Yes,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. 
Bucky took my left hand and slowly put it between our bodies. He put it right on his hard length pressing against his sweatpants. With his help, I kept my hand on the bulge, stroking it gently.  
“Can you feel how hard you are making me?” he asked. 
“Yeah,” I moaned. “C-can I…?”  I wasn’t able to bring myself to finish the sentence. The thought of seeing a penis for the first time up close was making me blush. I wanted to see it, I wanted to feel it and put it in my mouth. A lot of women love giving heads and I wanted to know what the fuss was about.
“What, baby?” he goaded me. “Tell me exactly what you want.” 
“I…” still, I wasn’t able to say it out loud. 
“If you won't tell me, you mustn't be ready for it. Don’t pressure yourself, baby,” he smiled at me and kissed my forehead while I kept stroking his hard length through his sweatpants. 
I looked into his eyes, wrinkling my nose, “I want to say it but I feel embarrassment crawling over my body,” I huffed. “I thought I would be able to just come to you and throw you on the bed and ride you until the very next morning.” 
Bucky’s eyes widened when he heard me say that sentence, “Please, continue.”
“Come on, Bucky, this is not sexy at all.” 
“Oh, I beg to differ,” he grinned at me. “I can imagine you riding me until the morning. I would love nothing more - you, all naked, bouncing up and down on my cock.” The way he said it made me clench around nothing. And he noticed. “You like dirty talk, huh, baby?”
“It’s hot,” I nodded. “But I think you are right. I am not ready. I need a little more time,” I kissed his lips softly. “Sorry.”
He shook his head. “It’s alright, Y/N. But you did such a good job for me.”
“I really want you to be my first, Bucky.”
I received another kiss from him. “And I am so glad you chose me. Don’t worry. Once you are ready, I will take good care of you - anything to make it as good and comfortable as possible.” 
“Get some sleep, everybody,” said Steve once the meeting was finally over. It took over three hours and everyone was mentally drained. He and Tony called the team to discuss another mission for us, a big one that needed the team to split into two groups. 
One half had to leave for Moscau - their intel gave them info about an illegal weapon market where the Russians would meet with Hydra and make business with them. Because it was happening in Russia, Bucky and Natasha were the first two people that were picked for this trip. Steve, Sam and Vision would accompany them. 
Tony, Clint, Wanda, Bruce and I were assigned for the other half of the mission that was situated in Rio de Janeiro. Hydra had several warehouses located in Rio that needed to be destroyed before any of the weapons could be brought there. 
“This mission will take some time. I don’t think we will be able to finish it in a day or two - more like a week or more. As long as we are successful and we destroy our enemy,” said Tony before everyone was let out of the meeting room.
Bucky took my hand into his metal one as we walked together down the hall to the weaponry. We headed there to prepare the guns we wanted to take with us. We were the first two to arrive there. At least we could enjoy a private moment together to discuss what was happening. 
“It sucks that we can’t be together on the same mission,” he huffed once he closed the door behind us. “At least I would have my eyes on you.”
“Buck, I don’t mind that you are overprotective of me, but don’t worry. I will be fine. I can protect myself,” I smiled at him when I sat down on the nearest chair and reached for a shotgun that was hanging above me on the wall. 
“With the choice of the gun you just picked, I will not be worried at all now,” he laughed and sat down on the other chair that was in the room. “Can I stay with you tonight?” he asked afterwards. “It might be long before we see each other again.”
A smile appeared on my face. I walked to him and put my arms around his neck. “I wanted to ask you the same thing. We will not be together for some time. I want to have you by my side tonight,” I said honestly, my eyes founding his blue ones. 
“I will bring everything I need for the mission into your room so that tomorrow morning I don’t have to run around the place. Shall we watch something?” 
I shook my head. “No, I just want to be with you, without any interruptions and talk, enjoy your presence.”
That smile would be the death of me. He was so handsome and adorable, that my heart started to beat loud and fast.
Once he was done with his guns, he packed them into a black duffel bag and moved to knives. We kept working in silence for a moment until a thought ran across my mind and I quickly looked at him. I sat on a chair and looked at the ground.
“Please, be careful,” I sighed. “I-I know you will, but you are going to meet with members of Hydra and I just can’t lose you because of those fuckers.”
He stopped working and came closer to me. He squatted in front of me. His hands gently rubbed my thighs and he kept looking into my eyes. “Don’t worry. I will make sure I will come back to you. They will never get me and I will be back to my best girl.”
“I love when you call me your best girl,” I giggled. 
“Well, you are,” he took my hands and kissed them both. 
I leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “I know, I know,” I whispered. “You know, sometimes, I have to worry about you a little.” 
Bucky’s lips found mine and kissed them gently. 
Once we were done with the weaponry, I went back to my room while he went to his. After some packing and a nice hot shower, I dressed up in a simple shirt and shorts ready to go to bed. There were only a few more things I needed to pack. My mind started to run in all directions - mostly about the mission and my separation from Bucky. 
I sat on the floor with some clothes in my hands while my mind was buried in my thoughts. A lot of scenarios were playing in front of my eyes. As if it wasn’t enough, other thoughts came rushing in and I got lost in them. This would happen occasionally. Either I would stay still and not be present in the real world or a panic attack would come to knock me down. 
I had no idea how much time had passed. I was still on the floor, not moving, just breathing when I felt a warm body behind mine. Arms wrapped around my torso and Bucky’s head rested on my shoulder. 
“Deep breath,” he said calmly. He knew what was happening. He saw this even before we started to date. “And out,” he said a few seconds later. “It’s alright. I got you,” he continued. We continued to breathe together for a few more minutes,
“Fuck,” I mumbled and closed my eyes when the thoughts were slowly fading away. “I hate it when this happens.” I took one last deep breath and leaned against him. “Thank you. I am back.” 
He didn’t rush to stand up. The exact opposite. He held me tighter and moved his head on top of mine, not letting me go. “What brought you to this state?” 
I closed my eyes. “Everything came so quick,” I started to explain. “It started with the mission, followed by my worry about you. All these scenarios were playing in front of my eyes and I suddenly lost it. I couldn’t bring myself back to reality. I felt as if I was in that reality.” 
He kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry. I will always come back to you, as long as you will come back to me too.” 
I took his metal hand into mine and kissed it lovingly.. “Always,” I smiled. 
Bucky helped me stand up.”Better?” 
“Yes,” I smiled at him and quickly finished packing. He made himself comfortable in my bed, warming it up for me too. When I was ready and my bag was next to his, I quickly hopped into the bed next to him, hiding in the covers. 
With the help of AI, the lights turned off and we were covered by darkness. Well, I could see Bucky’s face a bit, even the smile he gave me when I snuggled with him. His flesh arm wrapped around my waist and held me tightly. The moon and outside lamps illuminated my room. 
“I don’t want to sleep,” I mumbled into the quietness. “I want to be with you until the very morning. Oh my god, I sound needy.” 
He laughed at me and his hand moved to my face to stroke it. “It’s cute. I love you,” and then he kissed the tip of my nose. “I really do, Y/N. So much, you have no idea.” The way he said it, made me believe him even more. “I’m happy that we get to do so much together and that I can teach you so many new, undiscovered things. It’s very exciting, you know?” 
“Really, it is?” I couldn’t believe it. 
Before he could speak more, his lips were on mine in a heated, passionate kiss. He explored my mouth and our tongues danced together - it was hot. 
“Just stay alive for me,” I said when I had to break to kiss to catch a breath. “I-I just want you to know t-that,” my voice was shaking a little. “You mean the world to me, James.” When I called him by his name, he knew it was serious. His hand was immediately resting on my cheek, stroking it with a thumb. “I have never felt like this with anyone, I swear. I love you too, so much. I would die for you. And I know it might be silly to tell you this when we weren’t together for that long… but-”
“Y/N,” he whispered my name and I had a lot to do to not cry. 
“You have given me the love I have always dreamt of. Sometimes I feel like I am on cloud nine. I know we are not together too long but so far, I can’t even describe how much this means to me; how much I care for you.” 
And then I laughed, thinking back at the very beginning of our relationship. “When you took me on that first date, I must admit, I couldn’t believe it was real because I was never treated that way. That single thing made me love you more.” 
“I would give you the world, Y/N,” he said. “I will always treat my best girl the way she deserves.” 
“I don’t need much. I just want to be loved. I want to be hugged and kissed. So far, you are giving me all of this and way more than I deserve.” 
“Well, believe it, baby, you deserve it all.” He brushed the wet hair out of my face and kissed me one more time. This time he was hovering above me while we were spilling our hearts out. Just in case something would happen. “Just remember that I love you with all my heart and I will always come back to you.”
I wanted to cry so much. “I don’t deserve you, Bucky.”
He chuckled. “I think the same thing and yet here we are. It was meant to be.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Love you, handsome.” 
The next thing I know, we were kissing again, this time the kiss was more heated, all tongue and teeth until he pulled a moan out of me. My fingers are in his hair, tugging on it. Did we ever have this make-out session? Yet, I am not panicking, enjoying this like never before. 
Bucky pulled on my lower lip and another moan escaped my throat. I felt butterflies in my stomach - no, not stomach. My vagina was coming to life and I knew I was turned on like never before. It was interesting, it was new and yet it scared me a tiny bit. 
“I want to try something new, but I need to know that you trust me and that you give me your consent,” he said with a deeper voice. 
“I trust you, Bucky. I’m all yours.”
He kissed me gently and his flesh hand moved from my neck, down my body. It grabbed my left boob and squeezed it which made me gasp. Then he went south, stopping at the hem of my shorts. “May I?” he asked. My shaking sigh and a nod were all he needed. 
This time, I was throbbing with anticipation. I was not scared or ashamed. The lights were turned off and he was able to see my body limitedly. His fingers dipped under the shorts right between my legs. And then I felt his middle finger slide down my clit. I had to catch my breath and grab the sheets with my hand. Without even thinking, I spread my legs a bit more so he could have better access. 
It felt weird but in a good way. Someone else was touching my pussy and that single feeling, that simple stroke multiplied and I was a goner. 
He started off gently circling his finger around my clit. It felt good; even better than my own hands would. “Fuck,” I tried to hold back a moan. I knew I would cum very soon.
Why was I so afraid of doing this? It felt oh so good. 
The finger went lower to the entrance, collecting more wetness that was coming out of me. “Good girl,” he praised me straight into my ear. It was a single phrase and I wanted to cum just from that. Obviously, praising was my thing now. 
“Fuck,” I licked my lips when I moaned. 
“You are so wet for me, baby,” he nuzzled his nose close to my ear while he was talking to me. “If something hurts let me know, alright? Damn, you feel so good, so wet.”
“Yes.”
He pushed the finger gently inside of me. It was a strange sensation - it burnt a little. I hoped he wouldn’t want to try another finger immediately. Luckily, he took his time, letting me adjust to that single finger. It was thicker than mine and it wasn’t as amazing as people described it.
“You good?” he asked. 
“It burns,” I said almost without breath. “So far, not pleasant,” I was honest with him. 
There was another kiss on my lips. “Alright, I will not push it too much,” and his finger was back on my clit, playing with it. That I liked more.
My eyes rolled with pleasure as I moaned loudly. “Fuck, Bucky. Now we are talking,” I said while breathing heavily. He was working miracles on me. “It feels so good.”
I found his lips again, kissing him hungrily. When I moaned into his mouth, he had to chuckle. “I can’t wait to put my cock inside of you. Fuck, princess, it’s like music to my ears, listening o you moan.” 
“You are going to put your cock in me?” I asked as a shiver ran down my body. 
He smiled as I said that. “Such dirty mouth for me.” His pace became faster and I was literally shivering under his touch. “I am going to cum,” my voice was higher and was followed by another loud moan. “Please, don’t stop.”
“That’s it,” he continued. He knew when he found a better spot on my clit. I wanted to scream but he shushed me with a kiss. “Be a good girl and cum for me.” 
The way he was whispering those words brought me faster to my peak. When it happened, I shut my legs and trapped his hand between them in spasms. My mouth was wide open. It was better than doing this to myself alone and the orgasm was stronger. Was it even possible? Who cared, it felt fucking good. 
He was whispering sweet nothings to me while I was trying to come back from the wonderful orgasm. “Shit, fuck,” I mumbled. “I have never cum that fast and strong.” More profanities left my mouth which only made him laugh. 
“That was hot,” he said and moved the hand away from my legs. Just as I turned my head to see the outline of his face, I noticed him licking the finger that was inside of me. I could cum again just from seeing this - even in the dark. “Fuck, darling, you taste good.”
“Holy shit,” I squeaked. “Did you just-”
“Yeah,” he said proudly. “Thanks for letting me do this to you. You taste fucking amazing.”
“No, no… thank you,” I was still shaken from what had happened. A second later and I felt my cheeks burn from embarrassment. 
“Are you alright?” he asked me one last time before he turned a small light on to see my face. He was met with red cheeks, dry lips and wide eyes. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he smiled at me. “It was so hot, Y/N.”
I sat up and brushed my hair with my fingers. Bucky was still looking at me with an amused expression. He was waiting for my reaction.  “Well, that happened,” I said after a while, chuckling. “Fuck me.” 
“When the time is right, believe me, I will,” he quickly kissed my cheek and stood up from the bed. He quickly ran to my bathroom, washed his hands and came back to me with a towel. 
“Thanks,” I grabbed it. “I don’t want to flood out the neighbours,” I commented which made him guffaw.
“Oh, I love you even more now,” he caught his breath and went again back to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. While he was gone, I took care of myself. 
“By the way,” he peaked from the bathroom as my hand was buried between my legs, cleaning myself. “I didn’t know you’re such a dirty girl.” 
“Huh?” I asked dumbfounded. 
“Filthy words coming out of your mouth,” he sighed with a proud smile. 
My eyes travelled lower, noticing the tent inside his sweatpants. Holy shit, I knew I held him in my hand, but he looked gigantic. 
“H-how are you ever going to fit?” my mouth was on the floor as I kept my eyes on his clothed and hard dick. 
Without any shame, he stroked the tent and winked at me. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it fit.” 
My face started to burn and I quickly hid under the covers, trying to process the whole night. 
Our mission was pretty difficult. It took us five days to defeat the enemy and destroy the warehouses. Each of us came back with bruises and cuts but nothing too major. What was more important, we were on our way home, hoping to see the rest of the team alive and well. I missed my comfortable bed. However, I missed my lover Bucky even more. I couldn’t stop thinking about the night he just casually decided to finger me. At least I experienced something new. 
My mind was still running to that night and from time to time I would blush like crazy. No wonder I had to take care of myself when I had the opportunity while we were staying in the shitty motel. 
When we arrived home, we were met with an empty compound. If they were there, we would be able to see another quinjet in the hangar. Unfortunately, we were the first to arrive. My heart sank. Wanda took me by hand when we were coming out of the plane.
“Don’t worry. They will be home soon,” she assured me. “Everyone will be safe and sound.”
I tried to believe her. With a simple nod and a gentle smile, we departed once we were in the building. My first stop was in Bucky’s room, just to double-check if they really didn’t arrive. When I found an empty room, I sighed sadly and continued walking to my room. 
Maybe things got out of hand and they needed to make a better plan. Maybe they would arrive later today or tomorrow. I tried not to panic and gave myself reasonable explanations why they haven’t arrived. That was why I had decided to preoccupy my mind and do as many tasks as possible: took a shower, cleaned the uniform and put the weapons back where they belonged, and talked to Tony and the rest of the team about the mission. Afterwards, I made some simple spaghetti for all of us. I knew they were hungry because I was starving. 
We all met in the kitchen to eat the food and discuss some more about the successful mission. “Have you heard from the rest of the team?” I asked Tony once he finished talking. 
“Unfortunately not,” he admitted. “I tried to contact them but they are offline. Don’t worry, Y/N, They are alright and will be back soon. I told you it might take some time.” 
“Yeah, you are right,” I nodded, believing him.
If only Tony was right. As the days went by, we had no information about them. Tony and Clint tried their best to contact at least Natasha. They were not successful. 
They said it would take a week tops. So far, it had been over eleven days and the other half of the team did not come back from Russia. That was the day I spent a sleepless night in Bucky’s room. Occasionally tears would fall down my cheeks as I kept crying my heart out. I missed him dearly. 
Days fifteen, still no contact, no information about Bucky and the team. When they let me, I would help. Tony didn’t sleep the whole time - he looked terrible. Clint too was tired and stressed. Wanda felt the same way I did - she missed Vision but wasn’t too worried about him. He was practically indestructible.
“If we have no contact in two days, we are going to Russia,” Tony announced during dinner. We were not able to eat; just played with the food like little children. “We can’t sit here and do nothing. What if they need our help?”
“Why not go tomorrow morning?” I asked desperately. 
“We’ll see,” said Tony.
Without a word, I stood up from the table and left the rest of the team there. I couldn’t listen to them. Once I was back in my room, I took a hot shower and then put on a clean oversized black t-shirt that served as a nightgown. I did everything before bedtime - cleaned my face, and brushed my teeth but was not ready to sleep. 
I was sitting on my bed, looking at the nearest wall. This time, no thoughts were running in my head; no scenarios were playing before my eyes. As if I became numb. My heart beat fast when I was repeating Bucky’s name in my mind. I wished he was back; he promised to come back to me. 
After what seemed like an eternity, I had decided to sleep in Bucky’s bed. I dragged my tired body to his room and instantly sat down on his bed, crying. I was worried - not knowing what happened was the worst feeling ever. Taking a deep breath, the palms of my hands covered my face. 
Just come back to me. 
I didn’t hear the door open. Maybe it was Tony, trying to check up on me, or Wanda. When I looked up, I gasped loudly. 
There he was, the love of my life standing alive and well. Instead of his uniform, he was dressed in casual clothes and he held his duffel bag with his metal hand. “Y/N,” he whispered my name softly. 
Once the bag hit the floor with a thud, I was already on him, hugging him tightly. My arms and legs were wrapped around his body tightly, not wanting to let him go. “You are alive,” I said, crying. “I was so worried about you.” 
He wrapped his arms around my body, not letting me go anywhere. “I told you I would always come back to you,” he whispered into my ear. “I’m here, baby.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. My lips were on his in a deep kiss. I needed to be sure he was there, that I was not dreaming. It felt good as we kissed our troubles away. “What happened?” I looked at him and put both of my hands on his face. His beard was stinging my palms but I didn’t care. Before he left, his face was smooth and shaved. Hmm, he looked delicious with that beard.
“The mission was jeopardized from the very beginning. Hydra was expecting us and the Russians joined them in the battle against us. It was a tough one, to be honest. Natasha got hurt and is now in med-bay. Nothing too dangerous, just a bullet wound on her right shoulder. Lost blood but she will be fine,” he explained. “We couldn’t contact you back otherwise our location would be compromised and that would put us in more danger. Afterwards, we stayed in a safe house in Europe for two days just to fix Nat in a local hospital and gain some energy.”
“What about the rest? How is Steve? And you, do you have any wounds?” 
“Mostly bruises, some small cuts but nothing too major. Nat was the one who got shot,” he sighed. “But we are all fine and we are back.” 
I wiggled out of his embrace and put my feet on the ground. I put my body as close to his as possible. I breathed in his scent. He did smell like a menthol shower gel. “You scared me,” I whispered.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was thinking about you the whole time. I knew you would be scared. Not knowing is the worst feeling,” he kissed the top of my head. “I would be panicking too. I’d be on my way to find you and bring you home. I wouldn’t give a shit about any orders.”
Without a word, I went back for a kiss. At first, a simple one that turned into another. It slowly escalated into a heated makeout session - the one we had the night before the mission. It was all tongue and teeth and moans. He moved to my neck, finding a spot that made my knees weak. I clenched my thighs. I was feeling things - new things, that I’ve never felt before. But I knew - I knew I wanted him. I knew I wanted to seal the deal with him tonight. 
My hands automatically went to the hem of his t-shirt and took it off him. His eyes widened, looking into mine. “Y/N,” he whispered my name but I shushed him with a kiss that made his knees weak. This time, it was him who let a moan escape his throat and it was sexy.
I stopped overthinking everything; I stopped caring about the world and myself. All I wanted was him - feel his body on mine just to be sure that this was not a mean dream. My hands gently touched his chest as I slid them down enjoying the feeling of his hard abs underneath my fingertips. Then, I slid them down to the belt on his trousers. Before he let me unzip him, his hands found my thighs and moved under the shirt right to my ass.
He smirked. “Is that a thong?” he asked with a grin. 
I forgot to change them. “Shut up,” I said with a playful smile and was back on those sweet lips. 
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked before he could make any other move. “I want to be sure; I want you to be ready.”
“Yes,” I nodded. “I want all of you. I love you.” 
“May I?” he tugged at the hem of my shirt, asking for permission to take it off.
The lights were on and I knew I didn’t want to hide from him. If he really loved me, he’d accept my body. When I nodded, he slowly lifted the piece of clothing off me and a second later, I was standing in front of him on full display, almost naked. There was nowhere to hide. 
His touch on my hips was gentle as if he was scared I would break. “Fuck, baby, look at how beautiful you are,” he said in disbelief, licking his lips as he eyes my body. It made me blush and my eyes looked somewhere else. “Nu-uh, eyes on me, baby.”
I did as told and locked eyes with his blue one. “Buck,” I said his name almost like a whisper. My heart was beating fast; I could hear it pumping in my ears. 
“I want you to know that you don’t have to hide your gorgeous body from me. Oh, baby, you are driving me crazy. So beautiful, so soft,” his flesh hand stroked my hips and moved to the ass, groping it.
“Lie down on the bed,” he said when he gently brushed his thumb against my lower lip. Without a word, I did as told and climbed on his bed, showing him my ass for a brief second. 
I heard him taking off the rest of the clothes. When I looked back at him, he had just taken off his boxers and stood in front of me naked. I took a deep breath through my nose, trying to keep my composure calm. Holy shit, was he a God or something? And that cock was… scary. Pretty but scary. 
A second later, he was climbing on the bed too, hovering his body above mine as he kissed me. 
“You are beautiful,” he said calmly and moved his lips to my neck where he peppered kisses a couple of times and slowly went lower to my chest. His tongue trailed to my left boob where his tongue circled my nipple. It felt good, too good. Was that my kink? As he kept changing from one boob to the other, I was in heaven. The way he worshipped them was driving me crazy. I could feel some pulses on my clit from all the excitement. 
It was a new sensation for me. My eyes were wide open as I tried to remember what he was doing to me. Every move with his hands, every lick and kiss on my body was making me hornier, crazier for him. It was nice, a bit tingly, but when his mouth went lover after each breast got treated equally, my body started to shake a little. I could not believe he was ready to dive between my legs. 
But will it be good? He tasted me before. Will I taste as good as he said before now? What if I stink badly? 
He made himself comfortable between my legs and looked me in the eyes. “May I?” he played with the hem of the thongs as he watched me nodding. Carefully, he pulled the piece of clothing down my legs and I could see how his eyes widened. “Fuck, baby,” he cursed under his nose. “Such pretty pussy you have.” 
He spread my legs wider and without waiting, his lips were on my pussy. He started to circle his tongue on my clit, making my breath quicken and moan. This was way better than his fingers. Hell, this was way better than I expected. And when he sucked on it, I had a lot to do not to jump out of my skin from all the pleasure. As if he knew how to play with my body and I loved every second of it. Then I felt him lick a long stripe from the entrance to the clit. 
“Fuck,” I moaned. “So good.”
“That’s right, pretty girl. Moan for me. I want to hear you.”
He laughed while he continued with his work. Such a good job he was doing. My hand suddenly found his hair as I gently pulled it when he found a good spot. And when he moaned, sending vibrations to my clit, I thought I would cum that second. 
“Please, Bucky, I want to cum. Don’t tease,” I plead. 
His arms wrapped around my legs tightly to hold me steady and his movement quickened. When I looked down, he was looking at me, obviously enjoying what he was seeing. That tongue and mouth would be the death of me. A moment later, I was seeing stars as the orgasm washed all over my body. And what's more, he didn’t stop even when I reached my peak. 
“Shit, fuck,” I cursed out loud while my body was in a pleasant spasm. He rode my orgasm and licked everything I offered him. 
I didn’t even notice for a second that he easily inserted his index finger into me, slowly moving it in and out. When a second finger joined in, I felt it more and quickly looked at him. It wasn’t unpleasant, I just felt the pressure. 
“I need to get you ready for me,” he said with a proud smile on his face. I noticed how his lips were covered in my juices. “You taste so good, baby. And the noises you were making, fuck, I could listen to them all day.”
Once the pressure was more pleasant, Bucky added a third finger. “If it’s too much, let me know.” When I felt pain, I tried to stay quiet. He was doing a good job and giving me pleasure. I didn’t want to ruin it for him. 
But Bucky knew something was off. “Y/N, you alright? I can see on your face that it hurts.” 
“Yeah, sorry, I-I just,” I couldn’t say it out loud. 
He stopped and crawled up my body. “It’s alright. We have all night. But if you want to stop, just say it and we stop.” 
“No,” I said almost instantly. “I don’t want to stop. I want you, Buck. I’ve been in more pain than this. I can manage,” I smiled at him. “I-I just don’t get why us women have to deal with shit like virginity,” I rolled my eyes and he laughed. 
As he was leaning in to kiss me, I felt something touch my leg and it was pretty hard. Then I realised it was his cock touching me. After the kiss where I tasted myself on his lips, I shyly asked: “Can I touch you?” I knew I already did, but this time, I was about to look at it. 
That cocky smile on his face was adorable. Bucky sat back on his knees and pulled me up so that I too was sitting in front of him. My eyes landed on his prominent erection. I knew I could do it again. I didn’t need a lot of convincing. I reached for his cock and took it into my hand with some pressure. He huffed and licked his lips. 
“Good,” he nodded. “Love how you are holding me. Now, as before, slowly move your hand up and down,” he navigated me and I did as I was told. “To make it more slippery, you can lick your palm if you don’t have lube, or you can use your wetness,” he winked at me and let a slight moan out. 
I kinked a brow and locked eyes with his. Bucky was waiting for my next move when I reached between my legs and coated my fingers with my juices. The way he grinned made me bite my lower lip and smile at him. The next thing I know, my hand was back on his hard cock, stroking up and down. 
The way his eyes closed and his chest heaved, let me know that I was doing a good job. “Fuck, good girl. Don’t worry to put even more pressure on the grip. You won’t hurt me,” he said. 
I listened to his instructions. When I thought back, I remembered from porn people liked to gently play with the tip of the penis. That was why I let my thumb circle his head a couple of times. Bucky’s reaction was breathtaking. 
“Fuck, baby, if you do this, the night will be over pretty soon,” he commented and grabbed my hand into his. “We’ll have plenty of time for this. Now, I want to be inside you,” he leaned toward me and kissed me. 
Suddenly, I was lying on my back, feeling the sheets underneath me. And then again, he kissed me, but this time, something was different. 
His whole naked body was pressed against mine. Every part of him, I could feel him all over me. And the kiss made my head spin. I could only focus on how addictive the kiss was and how he invaded all of my senses. 
He took my hands and pinned them above my head. He never broke the kiss. He pulled me in, claiming my mouth again. It was hungry and intense. I never wanted it to end. 
“Shall we try?” he asked when he pulled to take a breath. There was a smile on his lips that I adored. 
“Yes, I’m ready. I want you no matter what.”
Bucky positioned himself between my legs, ready to dive in when he said: “Shit, I have a condom in the drawer next to you.”
Because this was my first time and I was on the pill, I replied, “do we need one? I’m on the pill and am clean. So…” and the rest of the sentence was in the air. No, I had to finish it. “I want to feel you. I want to remember this moment. I’m sure about this.” 
People would say it was a dumb idea but I didn’t care. I went for a checkup and I knew Bucky didn’t have much action before we got together. I wanted it raw. 
This made Bucky go wild. Immediately, he reached into his nightstand for a lubricant and opened it. “Well, if you are on the pill and we are both clean,” he took a deep breath. “I did some testing when we started dating while I was on a thorough medical check-up.” 
“Aw, Buck,” I pouted my lower lip. “That is so nice.” 
“Anything for you, gorgeous. Now, if you feel any discomfort, let me know, ok?” 
“Yes,” I nodded. 
The first thing he did, was he lubed his cock and poured some of it ver my clit and entrance. “This will make it a bit easier,” he commented. 
The tip of his head touched my entrance. Before he could start to push in, he stroked himself over my folds and clit, making me shiver under him from pleasure. Once he teased me enough, he leaned over me and slowly started to push in. 
At first, there was pressure. It quickly changed into an intense burning feeling like the first time he tried to penetrate me with his single finger. “Wait,” I gasped. “Fuck, why do I have to be in pain while doing this?” I murmured. 
“Hurts?”
“The burning, it’s unpleasant. It’s not fun.”
He nodded and waited until it faded away and I adjusted to his size. It was a bit frightening because he was thick. When I looked down, I noticed he was in just with the tip. “Please, move,” I said. “Let’s do this,” I embraced myself. 
“I will not go in one push. I don’t want to hurt you,” he frowned at me. 
Were we talking too much? It was not even dirty talk. Then again, this was my first time and I needed to be shown what to do. It was a process of learning and hymen-breaking. 
I felt him moving inside of me. When I looked down, he was nowhere near being fully inside. As he was doing this, he carefully pushed deeper. This time, it was not that terrible. The pressure was back without any significant pain or burning. I heard Bucky moan out loud. “Fuck, you are so tight, baby. I’m in.”
“Really?” I was surprised. Then it hit me - I had a man’s cock inside of me. Weird. 
Bucky started to move again, this time a bit faster than before. They said that the first time for a girl won’t be good - in most cases. That was true. The penetration did feel odd. Bucky’s face was filled with pleasure and he had a lot to do to not cum right away. 
Maybe next time, I thought. The girls in the past told me that they would never cum just from penetration. I would fit into this group of women… or?
Something shifted and a moan escaped my lips. He hit an interesting spot inside of me. Bucky’s lips found my lips again, then moved to the neck and lastly bit my hardened nipple. That last thing did something to me and my walls clenched around his cock. “Fuck,” he moaned. “You feel so good, love. Your pussy was made for me. It practically won’t let me out.”
He stopped and started to ravish my body, out of nowhere - not that I was complaining. He played with my breasts while being fully deep inside of me. When he started to fuck me again, his metal hand went straight to my clit and started to play with it. Those cold fingers felt good and the familiar pleasure was back. 
He was working wonders on me and I felt another orgasm building inside me. “Fuck, you are squeezing my cock. I will not last long.” 
“Please, keep your metal fingers on me,” I tried to catch my breath. “Fuck, Bucky. I’m going to cum,” I wanted to scream. Holy shit, those metal fingers felt amazing. 
He made me cum again while he tried to chase his orgasm. My hands were clutching the sheets underneath me when I was coming down from my high. I never thought he would be able to bring me to another orgasm in one night, let alone it being my first night. Interesting. 
I was preoccupied with my thoughts and the feeling washing over my body, I barely registered when Bucky finished. When I looked at him, he pulled his cock out of me, finishing right on my belly while groaning and moaning loudly. It was hot. My mind went wild and that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen - well, everything he did was sexy. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N,” he kept repeating my name. “Fuck, baby. Holy shit.” 
I noticed a bit of blood on his cock that was slowly softening. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I mumbled, ashamed of it. 
When he looked down, he waved a hand. “You have nothing to apologize for. That’s normal. Don’t worry about it,” he said with a smile. “Are you alright? How do you feel?” he put a loving smile on his face and threw his body next to mine, trying to catch a breath. 
“Surprised,” I laughed. “It hurt a lot but then it changed and you gave me an orgasm o my first night. It was very good,” I admitted. “Thank you.”
He rolled on his side and looked at me. “No, thank you, Y/N, for trusting me and being your first,” he found my hand and kissed its top like a gentleman. 
Could this man be even sweeter? One last kiss as a thank you were my words. “I love you, Bucky.” 
“Love you more,” he sighed with a smile. “I’m going to get a towel to clean you up, love. Stay where you are.” He was back on his legs in no time, walking to his bathroom naked. Now I had a beautiful view of his naked booty - those abs, that ass and that damn cock. 
Was he dance-walking? I had to laugh. In the end, it was worth everything. It was worth being with this man. More than that, I was happy he was back home in my arms.
This chapter is dedicated to: @mannien <3 
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buckyalpine · 5 months
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Give me Beefy Bucky who is shy yet obsessed with how soft and little you are compared to him. Compared to his thick, wide shoulders. His meaty, firm thighs. His huge, heavy balls. His perfectly fat, split you in half cock.
“C‘mon bunny, put ‘em both in your mouth” he whines with puppy eyes, spreading his legs more while you nearly choke trying to fit his balls in your mouth. The delicious scent of his musk makes you moan with your mouth full, his heavy sac already throbbing. “Want you to suck them both at the same time”
“S’too big” you pout, cupping and rolling him in your palm, giving your aching jaw a break. He blushes at your words, his curved throbbing cock jumping against his belly.
“You have such a cute little mouth” he whispers with a soft smile, the pink on his cheeks deepening when you shove his thighs apart again, dipping your head to take them in your mouth, “oh fuck just like that, use that tongue, suck them nice and hard, don’t care if it hurts, suck them harder bunny”
He’s a feral little (beefy) fuck, holding your head in place while rutting himself against your face. The shallow breaths you take in between with your mouth full make his tip weep and he can’t help but reach down to stroke himself, using his thumb to spread his arousal around. When he finally can’t take it, he grabs and flips you onto your back, splitting your legs open and humping himself between your folds.
“Fuck you’re so tight bunny” he shudders above you as he pushes your thighs to your chest, folding you in half, making you hold your knees apart. He pumps his cock a few times while staring at your slick hole dripping and fluttering for him.
“Look at your little pussy” his voice is between a whine and a whisper, pressing just the head of his cock into you making you moan, his tip alone stretching you. He doesn’t even fucking move, pulling it back out and pushing just the head in, his lil caught between his teeth watching his perfect pink tip disappear in and out. “How are you gonna take all of me bunny,you’re already stretched open”
He’s not even taunting you. He’s blushing so much because he can feel the way you quiver around him already and he isn’t even inside properly. “Can feel you sucking me in baby, you want more? That’s just the tip bunny, so sensitive for you, m’already making a mess”
“More Bucky, fuck me, please” you plead with him, pulling your knees back further, tightening around him even more.
“Oh God” he plunges himself into you without warning, drawing his hips back and slamming them back in making your body bounce with each thrust. You sob in pleasure, broken moans leaving your lips as he knocks the wind out of you with the powerful snap of his hips.
He looks feral, eyes fixated on where his cock disappears in and out with each thrust, your sweet mixed cream squirting out of you each time he shoves himself back in.
“Look at the mess we’re making together baby. So. Fucking. Pretty. You’re so pretty when you’re all stretched open bunny, pussy was made for my cock, you take big dick so well, you’re such a good girl, my good girl made for fat cock”
You nearly wail as he speeds up, panting and grunting, your belly bulging each time. He’s sitting back on his heels so he can watch exactly how much your pussy opens up for him, that needy button between your legs equally desperate for attention.
“Why’s are you so tight around my dick baby, can’t even last when I fuck you” he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to try and collect himself but it’s pointless. His cock starts to swell, drops of cum already starting to spurt out. He’s trying so hard to hold back but his body can’t stop moving, chasing the way your pussy chokes his length.
“M’mph-gonna cum-“ he chokes out, his movements growing sloppy and erratic, the bed banging the wall. “Gonna pump you full of cum baby, gonna make you wet the bed with how much cum drips of you”
“Cum in me Bucky” your nails dig in his shoulders, gasping when he sits back and spits onto your clit before rubbing it in circles.
“Such a cute little button making you scream so loud, you sound so beautiful like this” he gives it a pinch and you shatter around him, desperate squeals making him moan louder.
“Gonna milk my cock dry, gonna give you a thick load baby, there’s so much cum in my balls, in my dick, I can’t hold it, it’s so swollen, S-o sensitive- FUCKKK” he lets out a broken sob as he starts to throb ropes and ropes of his warm spend in you, the sheets soaking what your pussy can’t hold.
“Got the sheets all wet bunny, can feel it on my thighs-
Anyway. As always I’m sorry for this.
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navybrat817 · 2 months
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Why isn't Bucky waking me up to have his way with me?
I wish I had the answer, nonnie!
Slip Inside
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky can't resist having you when he comes home.
Word Count: Over 1.5k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, somnophilia (at first), established relationship, pet names, possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me, okay?), lovesick and needy Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
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Bucky wasn't meant to be home until tomorrow. He almost called to let you know he’d be back a day early, but it was late and he didn't want to disturb your slumber. Imagining the happy look in your eyes when you woke up beside him brought a smile to his face. Being loved by you was something he still couldn't believe was real some days, but he knew in the depths of his soul that you would always be his girl.
“Welcome home,” he whispered to himself when he saw you in bed, a sight for sore eyes.
He kept his gaze on you as he undressed, careful not to make any noise. You had an arm draped over the pillow next to you, the one he usually rested his head on. His heart raced as he took a step closer and gently pulled the blanket away, your body barely covered by the shirt he recently bought for you. Shivering slightly, you tried to curl in on yourself, but stilled quickly.
Like you knew he was watching you.
“I love you,” he breathed into the room.
You replied with a moan and rubbed your hand against the pillow.
You were beautiful when you slept. If you asked him, you were gorgeous all the time. A breathless kind of vision that he grew to appreciate more and more each day. But you weren't like a piece of art for him to just admire. You were the type of beauty meant to be appreciated.
And he gladly did so with his hands, mouth, and cock.
Oh, he loved you. Fuck, he needed you, too. It was an ache. A hunger. Awake, asleep, it didn't matter as long as he had you. And you were understanding enough to let him take what he needed.
“Mine,” he whispered.
Bucky quickly took the opportunity to slip into the bed and spoon you from behind. Your steady breathing grounded him in a sense while awakening the beast he kept at bay. The one that wanted to come out and play. One that needed to bury himself deep and keep you full.
If you were awake, he would've turned your head to kiss you nice and slow, unrushed even with the mounting desperation. Instead he rubbed his nose and scruffy chin at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, breathing in the distinctly sweet scent of you while wanting to leave his claim. That no one else could touch or have you. That you were his.
“You're mine,” he growled lowly.
Rubbing the inside of your thigh once he pushed your shirt up enough, he heard your breathing hitch. He wasn't ready for you to wake up just yet, but it didn't keep him moving his hand higher and grasping the elastic of your underwear. He debated tearing the offending fabric off, but he couldn't fault you for wearing them.
You didn't know he'd come home tonight.
He also thought about touching you through your panties to feel you squirm under his touch. Your whines and whimpers always made his cock twitch, especially when you soaked the fabric. Sometimes he liked to shove them in your mouth so you could taste yourself and know he was the one who did that to you.
Only him.
He brushed his lips along your skin as he pulled it down, almost wishing he was in front of you so he could look down and see your exposed pussy. “Mine,” he whispered again as his fingers parted your folds and skimmed over your clit.
You moved back against him with a sigh, enticing him without even trying. Alternating between teasing the bundle of nerves and your slit, he felt his own breathing get heavier and harsh with each passing second. By the time he brought his fingers to his mouth to lick your juices away, his cock was hard and heavy with the need to sink into your dripping cunt. He grunted as your flavor exploded on his tongue. He was done with foreplay.
And with how you panted and writhed, you were ready for him.
He hooked your leg over his thick thigh to open you up, hoping it wouldn't hurt when you stretched around him. “I love you,” he said once more as he brushed the tip of his cock against your hole, sighing as he slowly filled you up.
He had to close his eyes and hide his face in your neck to keep from losing it. He could go for hours when he wanted to, but the feel of your warm wetness gripping him like a vice was almost too much. Finishing quickly or not didn't matter. You’d take it as a compliment if your sweet cunt made him empty himself inside you so fast.
But he had to make it last and make you come first.
With a deep breath, he got himself under control. You let out the sweetest whine when he almost pulled out completely and shoved himself back in. Curled around you, all you could do was take his deep thrusts. He could've breathed through his nose and tried to stay quiet. He could’ve gone slow and steady. But he moaned and nipped at your skin, not wanting to hide his desire for you.
He couldn't see your face, but he felt you roll your hips back as you began to stir and heard another whine escape. You weren't completely awake, but your body craved what he was doing to you. It was enough for him to roll you on your stomach and quicken his pace.
“Bucky?” You mumbled.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't resist. Your pussy’s too good,” he groaned, putting a hand to the back of your neck to hold you still. “I need you. Need to feel you come on my cock.”
You fluttered around him as he stretched over your back, forcing you to take every inch of him. Your body went pliant as you let out a tired and needy moan. If you wanted him to stop, you would’ve told him to do so. “Please,” you whined as he practically rutted into you.
“I got you,” he grunted, driving harder into you as your fingers twisted in the sheets. “Missed you. Missed you so fucking much. Might need to keep my cock in you all night.”
You trembled, both of you knowing you’d lay there and let him fuck you all night if he asked. You were so good for him. And greedy. It would be wrong of him not to give you what you longed for.
“And you'll let me fill you up, won't you? Of course, you will,” he panted against your ear. You tried to arch your back, but his massive frame overpowered you. “It’s okay. Just take it. Let me have you.”
Fucking you raw was a gift he’d selfishly continue to ask for and take. But how could he not? You always let out the prettiest sounds when he flooded your holes.
He couldn't stop himself from shoving his hand between the mattress and your body, seeking out your clit to tip you over the edge. Moans poured from you as he lightly pinched it, giving you the push you needed. “That’s it. Come on my cock. My cock. My good girl,” he encouraged as you clamped around him hard enough for him to lose his breath.
You nearly cried as he took you apart. “Bu… Bucky…”
“Trembling around my cock. Greedy girl,” he moaned, his hips snapping faster as he brought his mouth back to your ear. “My turn.”
He let out a deep groan as he stilled, filling you. His release hit him so hard his head spun, muttering his love for and possession of you as his eyes fluttered. You let out a broken moan as you clenched around him again and he had to keep from collapsing against you, both of you fighting for air.
“Love you,” he mumbled, wanting you to hear it now that you were awake.
He only pulled out so he could move you to your back and desperately kiss your lips the way he needed to, pushing himself back inside your leaking hole with a hum. Your eyes were half-lidded when he broke the kiss. Your gaze made him want to ruin you all over again.
“Love you, too,” you croaked, your back bowing when he groped your breast through the shirt. “Welcome home.”
Bucky’s heart pounded as he leaned down to kiss you again. It was a dance of tongue and teeth, dizzying and passionate. Some days you were the fire and others you were the fuel. You accepted the entirety of him and he welcomed everything you selflessly gave him in return.
“Good to be home, baby,” he smirked, brushing his thumb along your covered nipple. “Now stay awake. I need to fill you up at least two more times before the sun comes up.”
Even after that, he wasn't close to being done with you. But he was whole because he was home with you. And that would always be enough.
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pink in the night
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: Some interesting rumours have been circling around about Bucky. Little do you know, it's kinda your fault.
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: Porn with a bit of plot, SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, soft Buck, SMUT!!!!
AN: Sorry y'all! It's kinda a bit shit but listen, it's self-indulgent so idc :) This is kinda inspired by 'Pink in the Night' by Mitski which I was listening to while writing this. Have a good rest of the week, y'all <3
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Bucky had a love-hate relationship with being your neighbour. On the one hand, he loved seeing your face as you left your room every morning, hair not yet slicked to perfection, and sleep still evident on your face. You seemed a lot more innocent in the morning - conversations more idle.
On the other hand - and perhaps as a downside to his more sensitive hearing - you drove him crazy with the knowledge of things that perhaps he wasn't supposed to know.
This night was no different. You had headed off to bed after a long day, bidding everyone in the kitchen a good night. You grabbed a water bottle before slipping into the elevator, Bucky not far behind. You stepped out of the elevator together and you wished him sweet dreams before slipping into your room. Oh, his dreams were going to be far from sweet.
You see, your beds were pushed up to opposite sides of the same wall, so he could hear you relax on your bed. He could hear you shuffle to strip into just your underwear, and how your hand slipped into your panties. He could hear how your breath hitched as you circled your clit, and your soft moans as you plunged your fingers into your cunt or as your vibrator dipped in between your folds.
He could almost envisage you doing it - a forbidden porno that took root in his mind every night that he heard you finger yourself to completion. The rosy pink flush that you would glow as you came all over your hand. Your heavy rise and fall of your chest as you came down from your high. The small smile that would adorn your face as rolled over to fall asleep - the oxytocin released coursing through your veins.
He felt disgusting as he did - one of those creeps that he intended to protect you from for the rest of his life. But after you'd fallen asleep, he'd hop into the shower to cool his body and his mind - to throw the detestable thoughts of you to the far corners of his mind. But as he fell asleep, you'd re-enter his mind in a different way. A more safe-for-work way. You'd be in his arms, cuddling him and whispering sweet words of encouragement. You'd be cooking him dinner while he told you funny stories about his life with scrawny Steve in the 40s; he'd be washing the dishes while you sat on the counter tell him about your day. He'd worry for your well-being - not as an overbearing coworker but as a loving, doting boyfriend. Maybe husband.
Bucky was getting ahead of himself - he'd have to work up the courage to have more than a few-word conversation with you. But for now, wishing he could hold your hand would have to suffice.
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Being Bucky's neighbour was not much easier. Especially when he was completely oblivious to your plight. Even the slight brush of a hand made your heart flutter.
You loved seeing him early in the morning - he always seemed less reserved when he was fresh from a good night's rest. He was faster to smile, faster to laugh. It was nice. You woke up at an ungodly hour to see him just before he headed on his morning run. You couldn't deny that the morning light did wonders for him - you were always left wanting more when he dipped into the elevator.
Oh, and the sounds. Your hearing was not quite as superior as Bucky's, but you definitely heard things that left you clenching around thin air.
You knew Bucky wasn't one to self-complete often - in fact, it was rare that you ever caught on to the act. But you had caught the odd broken moan coming from his room. You turned into molten mush, the weight of your arousal buckling your knees. If there was any sound that could turn you to putty, it was that.
You didn't how many times the idea of Bucky fucking you had played through your mind, but each night a different variation brought you the same ending - your fingers deep in your cunt, coaxing you to a climax.
Every night, you wished his cock, tongue, fingers were filling you up instead of yours, leaving you aching and wishing for more. You wanted to run your nails down his back - leaving permanent reminders of your love for him - while he nipped at your neck - leaving marks claiming you as his.
Sometimes, your brain caught up to your thoughts, reprimanding you for your possessiveness. He wasn't yours, you had to remind yourself, even if you wished he was. For that, you'd have to actually have to have more than a few-word conversation with him - which to be honest, seemed impossible. So you stuck to your nightly wishful dreaming, hoping one day he'd be yours. Only yours.
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Summer was the worst for Bucky. You were the type to spend hours upon hours out in the sun, coming back with a budding tan and rosy complexion - it did nothing to quell the budding images flashing in the back of his mind. You. Under him. Panting. Moaning his name as he brought you to the edge. Over and over again. Face glowing pink as you gaze up into his eyes, drunk on love and his cock. Bucky had to excuse himself to splash cold water on his face.
It didn't help that the clothing you wore did nothing to help his imagination. The semi-sheer tops, the shorts, the swimsuit and bikinis. Every time he saw you, he immediately had to duck back inside to deal with 'a little problem'. More like a very large, very hard, and very obvious problem.
Still, he enjoyed your company more than he had for the better part of his time living in the compound. He listened to your stories, your jokes, helped solve your issues. He felt that - even if you weren't quite what he wanted you to be - your relationship was blossoming into something quite beautiful. And that made him feel a lot braver - he introduced a little comment here and there, a hand always on your waist or the small of your back. He flirted with you from time to time: just to gauge a meter on your reactions, he'd tell himself, as if this was an experiment to crack a hypothesis that had been perplexing scientists for years.
The sun was peaking over the top of the trees surrounding the compound when you woke up. That was a rarity in summer, given that the sun rose at nearly 5am. Still, you didn't miss out on the opportunity to watch the sunrise, curling up on your windowsill with your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.
You heard Bucky opening his door, and you ran towards yours, grabbing your phone and slippers on your way. You opened your door just as he closed his. He was dressed in gym wear - as always - since he was going on his morning run around the compound track. It was a nice track - one that you rarely frequented - going in and out of the forest behind the compound, totalling about 4.5 miles in distance.
He took you in, eyes bulging as they raked over you. You looked down, following his gaze. Shit. In your rush to see Bucky, you'd forgotten that your nightwear had consisted of some flimsy shorts and your bra - that you had thrown on after waking up to save a modicum of dignity, should someone burst into your room. It was too hot for anything else. You crossed your arms over your chest, which indefinitely made the issue worse as Bucky's eyes lifted way over your head.
"Looking good, babe!" Nat yells, walking across the landing toward you both. Clearly, Bucky had been intending to go on a run with her, maybe fit in a quick sparring session. You sent them on their way, with a 'have fun' and 'don't have too much fun.'
As soon as you were back in the comfort of your room, Nat elbowed Bucky hard.
"Oww! What the fuck was that for?" Rubbing his metal arm, for the convincing act.
"Oh please, you big baby. You have a fucking metal arm, get over yourself." She looked down, "You have a bit of a situation going on down there."
He looks down, embarrassment flushing his cheeks bright red, and subtly tucked his hard dick into his waistband.
"You wanna go sort that out? I won't hold it against you," Nat said, hitting the button to call the lift, "I promise not to tell Stark. Scout's honour." She jokingly holds up 3 fingers. Bucky swats her arm gently.
"No point."
Nat gasps, "No way. Don't tell me Mr. Winter Soldier can't have sex."
"Not sex," Bucky mumbles, "Just jerking off. Can't seem to - you know - finish."
Bucky had a history with Nat. They'd known each other for years. That kind of history made this kind of conversation somewhat less uncomfortable.
Nat burst into laughter. So much for not being uncomfortable.
The lift stopped on Sam's floor. He stepped in, gazing warily at the scene in front of him: the Black Widow doubled over in laughter, and the Winter Soldier embarrassed and uncomfortable in the corner.
He begged to be let in on the joke. Nat wheezed between laughs, "He - can't - fucking - cum!" Bursting into another bout of laughter, with Sam close behind, Bucky jumps out on the next floor, heading to the roof for some fresh air. He catches you up there, trying out some morning yoga. He sneaks up behind you as your stand up, grabbing your waist. You shriek, hitting him hard in the chest, before melting into his embrace once your brain caught up to the situation.
"Not fair!" You pouted, pausing your peaceful music, "Yoga's supposed to be peaceful!"
Bucky chuckles, pulling you into another hug, feeling you wrap your arms around his neck.
"I thought you were going on a run with Nat?" You whispered into his ear, your cheek resting on his clavicle.
"She ditched me for Sam." Bucky opted to leave out the real reason why he had left Nat and Sam in pieces in the elevator.
"Sucks to be you, Barnes!" You laugh pulling away and stepping back onto your mat. "Now leave me alone - just 'cause your friends abandoned you, doesn't mean you can bother me."
Bucky pouted, causing you to laugh before you turned back to your Yoga. He stood there and watched you for a minute, before heading back down to the gym. He strung up a punching bag, before wrapping his flesh wrist. Bucky took all his pent-up aggression and frustration out on the punching bag, allowing no respite between each jab, cross, and hook.
He stayed in the gym for over 3 hours, working every bit of stress out of his body. By the time he left the gym, the sun was high in the sky and a long day of paperwork and training awaited. Bucky headed up to his room for a quick shower - washing all the sweat off his body.
He felt lighter heading downstairs for breakfast - the weight of his arousal pushed far back in his mind. There was nothing he could do about it anyway.
Since deciding he would pursue you honestly, he couldn't seem to finish, no matter how hard he tried. You had been the only thing to push him over the edge - it seemed his body couldn't do it without you. It was frustrating beyond belief. He'd tried other things, porn, erotica, even thinking back to good times before the war. Nothing helped. It was as if his body was finetuned to you - only you knew the magic password to release him. Figuratively and literally.
When he reached the kitchen, he was privy to a welcome sight. You, in your combat gear, grabbing some granola bars before you jumped on the quinjet. You and Stark were heading on a surveillance mission in Guatemala for the week. You were reaching up to the top shelf, stretching on your tiptoes for the expensive granolas that had been kept on the top shelf. Bucky's granola bars that he had put there to stop anyone else from stealing them.
He reached up from behind you and grabbed the box, placing it in your hands. You looked guilty. You'd been caught red-handed.
"It's fine, doll. Take as many as you want." He said, leaning back against the counter, resting on his forearms. Your face flushed red as you grabbed 2 or 3, shoving them into your bag and turning around to fill up your water bottle.
You shivered when his hot breath fanned across your exposed neck, "Just remember that you owe me."
He was gone by the time you turned around.
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The rumour had spread like wildfire while you were away.
"Did you hear that Bucky can't have sex?"
"I heard that Bucky can't - you know - cum?"
"Apparently, his time at Hydra fucked him up worse than he realised."
"He can't even masturbate you know?"
The rumours were getting out of hand, but he let them swirl. There was an ounce of truth to them, even if Hydra had nothing to do with his current predicament.
No, that blame could only lie with you.
When you got back, Bucky had just left on a 4-day-long mission with Sam - which meant you heard all the rumours and Bucky wasn't there to defend himself.
You heard it first when you dropped your suit off for dry-cleaning. One of the tech guys was whispering to Marta, the woman who looked after the dry cleaning of suits, about Bucky's apparent inability to ejaculate. You were shocked. Where the hell did they even get that information? You dropped off your suit and headed back up to your room to shower.
You then heard another mention of it when you went to drop off your reports. Two of the agents that were being reassigned to Steve's team - that were currently on a month-long mission in Chad - were gossiping outside Tony's office.
" - and apparently she ran out crying. Thought she wasn't good enough for him or something along those lines. I don't know."
"Yeah, apparently the breakup was grizzly."
"I feel bad for him you know, all of the shit he went through with Hydra, and now this?"
"Yeah, man, really sucks."
Your face blushed a bright red. What the fuck? Where did this rumour even come from? You knew for a fact that Bucky hadn't had a girlfriend since living in the compound so wherever that part of the rumour came from was completely untrue.
You had to get to the bottom of this.
You spent the better part of the next 2 days collecting bits of information from conversations between people around the compound. You found out that the rumour had originated from a conversation between Nat and Sam, which an agent had overheard while they were on their run. It had been twisted as most oral stories were leading to this big misleading idea that Bucky was unable to even get it up and that he was unable to please a woman. You were sure the latter part was untrue. You'd heard the way he moaned alone in his room - you were sure that you could cum just from his moans alone. He wouldn't even need to touch you.
You didn't think the rumour would affect you when Bucky got back. After all, you knew at least some of it to be false. But when he got back, his beard grown out a little because he couldn't shave it while he was away, you felt embarrassed. Not because of his supposed 'predicament' but because you felt as if you had found out something that you maybe weren't supposed to know.
Bucky caught on quicker than you would have liked. The night after he got back, Tony had thrown a little get-together to 'celebrate midsummer'. Realistically, Tony just wanted a reason to go out and drink with his friends. You had avoided Bucky most of the night - not necessarily intentionally, but Bucky still felt slightly hurt and more than a little confused.
He caught you alone on the balcony, looking out at the stars.
"Did I do something?" He said, sneaking up behind you and making you jump. Nervousness and insecurity laced his every move, worried that he had hurt you in some way that he couldn't possibly imagine.
You shook your head violently, scared to make eye contact with him. He lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.
"What's wrong?" You turned back to face the sky, embarrassment filling your chest. He laced his metal fingers into yours, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"It's stupid."
"No, it's not. Nothing's stupid, not if it's you." Your heart fluttered at his words.
Your eyes met his steady gaze, "It's really stupid." His eyes begged you to go on, "It's just that - um - when I got back I - um - heardthisreallystupidrumourandIshouldn'thaveletitgettomebutbasically -"
Bucky placed a hand on your waist, drawing small circles, "Breathe."
"Someone said you had trouble pleasing women." You let out quietly. If it hadn't been for his enhanced hearing, he probably would have missed you. His grip on your waist tightened, "Bucky?"
"Trouble pleasing women? That's a new one." His deep voice cut you to your core. You let out a small whimper as the arousal pooled in your panties.
Bucky didn't miss that either.
He grabbed your arm and led you through the party. No one gave you a double look as he lead you into the vacant elevator, slamming your floor number and pushing you up against the wall.
"Think I can't please a woman, huh? Think again. Don't think I don't know what you think about when you cum all over your hand, whining my name under your breath." You whined lowly at his words, feeling how he pushed his hard dick perfectly in line with your throbbing pussy, "Isn't that right, slut? That's what you are, aren't you? My perfect little slut?" You moan at his degrading statement, pushing your pussy further onto his cock trying to find some friction.
"So needy," He tutted, his condescending tone only heightening your arousal. The elevator door pinged and Bucky picked you up bridal-style, kicking the door to your room open. You regularly forgot to lock it while heading down to dinner - for once, both you and Bucky were glad.
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He dropped you on your bed, unceremoniously, eyes raking over you ravenously. The heat rose up your face, as you shifted under his unrelenting gaze.
"Oh baby, you don't how long I've been waiting for this." He leaned down locking your lips in a passionate kiss. His palm landed just above your knee, caressing up your leg towards your upper thigh. His hand slid under your dress, cupping your ass. He left a light squeeze, making you gasp into the kiss.
He leaned down, grabbing you with ease, flipping you both so you were straddling his waist. He tangled his flesh hand in your hair, the metal one possessively gripping your hip. He brought you down to his lips for another kiss - even when you were on top, he made sure you knew that he was in charge.
He toyed with the hem of your dress, eyes raking over you once again.
"Off."
You pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties. You felt seriously underdressed, especially considering Bucky was still in his jacket. He reaches up, joining your lips in another kiss, and reaching around to remove your bra. He tosses it to the side, running his knuckles over your pebbled nipples. You moan loudly, panties soaked. He takes his time pinching and squeezing your nipples, licking and biting as he went. The alternate sensations of one warm hand and one ice-cold heighten your arousal ten-fold. You buck your hips over his jeans, the sensation of his fly between your sensitive folds throwing you into overdrive.
His grip on your waist tightened once again. "I can feel your cunt throbbing, honey." You whimpered pathetically. "Go ahead, use me to get off. I know you want to."
Your hips started bucking off their own accord, clothed pussy running over the fly of his jeans. They started slow, getting a feel for what exactly you were doing. Bucky's hands started pushing you faster, setting a faster groove. The coil in your stomach began to tighten as your bucking became more erratic. You teetered on the edge of an orgasm when Bucky stopped you.
"Beg." He restarted your pace, faster and more erratic than before.
"Please, please, please, please, Bucky, please let me cum, please..-" You babbled, tripping and stumbling through your pleas. With a searing kiss, he gives you permission.
"I love you, I love you, I love, OH-" You fall off the edge of one of the hardest orgasms you've ever had, head empty with only one thing on your mind. Bucky.
You feel Bucky manhandle your body so your back is lying on the bed and he is towering over you. He asks you if you want to go on and all you can do is nod your head vigorously.
He chuckles, "I like your enthusiasm baby, but I need words. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, YES!" You shout, breathlessly, already needing more.
He's fully naked and it's all you can do to not stare. He's definitely a well-endowed man, and he definitely has no problem getting it up.
"Like what you see?" He smirks, and you slap his thigh playfully. He pulls you further toward the edge of the bed and lines his dick up with your slick folds. He slides in slowly, holding your chin up so you keep eye contact with him. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head in satisfaction. You've never felt so full in your life. He presses into you slowly, feeling the way your tightness engulfs him, allowing your body to adjust to his size. You whimper softly as he pushes in - you never realised just how desperate you were for him.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He chuckles, watching as tears leak out of your eyes. His condescending tone was back, and all it did was make you hornier. You babbled incoherently, "Gone dumb already? What a cock-drunk little slut you are."
He trails a metal finger up the side of your torso, watching the goosebumps left in its wake. You whimper again.
"Such a needy little baby. Only I can take care of you like this, right? Only me."
"Only you." You affirmed, pressing a kiss to the arm near your head.
He pulled out almost entirely, before slamming all the way back in. You screamed in pleasure, and Bucky set a brutal pace. He pinned your arms above your head with his right hand, and his left hand came to wrap around your throat. The significance of that was not lost on you. He loved you enough to not hurt you, even with his metal arm.
"I love you, baby. You know that right?" Bucky looked you deep in the eyes, "You know I love you right?"
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," You babble back, lost in the throes of passion.
Bucky found your clit with his metal hand, pressing and flicking gently. You felt your muscles tighten for a second time, and you grabbed the sheets throwing your head back as you came harder than the first time.
Bucky came moments later, deep inside you with a loud moan. He pulled out slowly, collapsing next to you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself into his neck.
He chuckled at that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a bear hug. You stayed like that for a minute before he untangled himself from you and carried you to the bathroom.
He turned on the shower and you both stepped under it, cleaning the sweat and cum off your bodies. Your legs felt like jelly, so you leaned heavily into Bucky as he washed you off.
"Stay awake, doll, just for a second," He said, shaking you awake each time you dozed off in the shower.
Bucky pulled some of your clothes onto your body, before setting you down on the bed. He gave you a quick kiss to the forehead before promising to be back soon.
He snuck into his room wrapped in a towel, before throwing on the first pair of sweats he could find and dashing to the kitchen for a cup of water.
He snuck back into your room, to see you already dead asleep on the bed. He slipped under the covers, tugging you closer to his chest, and smiled.
Through your grogginess, you nuzzled into his chest. "I love you." You whispered, your lips resting against his heart.
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You woke up to the sound of soft snoring in your ear and sunlight streaming through the window. You smiled. You untangled yourself from Bucky's arms, disappearing into your bathroom to pee. You wash your face and brush your teeth before diving back into Bucky's arms.
Your legs were still sore from last night, but you didn't care. You were Bucky's and Bucky was yours. The very thought put a massive smile on your face.
"What's tickled your feather this morning?" Goddamn, his morning voice was sexy. You smiled and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.
Bucky smiled through the kiss. He picked you up by the thighs, carrying you while he brushed his teeth and splashed his face.
The compound was pretty silent, barely anyone was awake after drinking the night away. So, while Bucky made you pancakes for breakfast, you asked him the question, "Hey, Buck, where did the rumour come from?"
He looked at you, vaguely embarrassed, "You know that day, when me and Nat were gonna go down to train?"
You face flushed red, "When I walked out in my underwear?"
"Yeah," he chuckled, "I got a hard-on, like a teenage boy."
You stifled a laugh.
"So, Nat said, do I wanna go deal with it? And I told her I couldn't."
You looked at him confused, "Why not?"
"Cause of you," he said simply. You looked at him even more confused, "You were the only thing I got get off to. I tried everything else. Porn, erotica, even thinking about old sex. Nothing worked."
You flushed red again. "Oh god, I've weirded you out, haven't I?" You broke off his impending spiral with a kiss.
"I love you." You said, placing a kiss on his bare chest.
He looked at you with such love and reverence that you felt like you might combust under his gaze.
He kissed you again and all you could think was, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love you I love you I love you.
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New Tricks
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Pairing: Virgin!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 9.5k
Summary: After your brother has to cancel movie night, you’re ready to resign yourself to an uneventful evening back at your dorm, alone and dejected. But what you didn’t count on, is your brother’s best friend and roommate, bursting through the door and asking you to stay; to spend the night with him, instead
What unfolds, however, while you spend time with the star football player, both shocks and astounds you — one confession in particular. 
Bucky Barnes, the Prince Charming of campus, the man you have been crushing on for an eternity, is a virgin.
Warnings: first kisses, fluff, smut, grinding, making out, big brother!steve, college!bucky, shy bby bucky, mutual pining, swearing, pet names, huge ton of reassurances, lots of praise, big hints of subby bucky
Author’s Note: beta’d by my baby @rookthorne
Okay, so where to start with this… the idea for this fic sprung from a certain someone 👀 and I just had to write it. Thank you to my girl for being a huge support through this, I love you 💗
These two have my whole heart and who knows? Maybe more will come of them 😌 for all my playlist lovers, you’re welcome - new tricks playlist ❤️
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I hope you enjoy this as much as I’ve loved creating it 🥹
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Standing outside of your brother’s apartment, your impatience starts to wane thin. For ten whole minutes, you have been waiting for Steve to open up. And knocking like a crazed woman is beginning to get old; so is waiting on the doorstep to his front door. 
“Oh, for–” You grumble, and you lift your arm up to bang against the door for the umpteenth time,  when your hand misses it entirely, owing to the fact it swings open to admit you with such enthusiasm, it creaks and threatens to bounce back off of the wall.  
Bucky — your brother’s roommate, best friend, and your crush — sheepishly smiles and scratches the back of his neck. 
The line of his shoulders slump when he lowers his arm, and you notice (and appreciate) just how broad and muscled he is. He must have just been working out, or you interrupted him — nonetheless, you’re thankful for the sight before you, and how it makes the crush you harboured for the brunette for years roar to life all over again. 
Excellent, you inwardly sigh.
“Buttercup,” Bucky says — the affectionate nickname born from his sappy personality always makes you swoon, and his hesitant smile morphs into a wide one. You’re left fighting  internally to keep your giddiness at the sight of him to a respectable level.  “Hey, you. Sorry I didn’t hear you; I was listening to music.” 
Your gaze continues up to his hair, finding it tied back with an elastic at the nape of his neck.  Oh, how you wished you could run your hands through–
“Hey, you okay?” he asks, furrowing his brows. 
Embarrassment floods you and you realise far too late that he probably has asked you a question, or several, while you were daydreaming. “Sorry, Buck,” you squeak, praying that the heat crawling up your neck was not as obvious as it felt. “What was that?”
His soft, puppy-eyed expression brightens when you meet his gaze. “It’s fine, doll. Everything okay?” 
No matter how badly you want to stand and unashamedly stare at your brother’s best friend and roommate, your true intention behind your visit comes to mind. 
“Can I come in?” you ask, lifting the bag of snacks you brought up higher. Bucky’s eyes glance down at the bag, and then back up to your face. “Stevie planned our movie night and he isn’t answering his phone — I told him I was on my way and I asked him if he wanted anything else.” 
The confusion that creases Bucky's brows and downturns his lips in a small frown makes you narrow your eyes. 
“Surely he didn’t forget,” you accuse, still staring into Bucky’s face. “I make the trip down from campus every two weeks. It’s been two weeks.” A sudden, encompassing guilt fills Bucky’s eyes, and he starts to worry his bottom lip with his teeth — a sight far too hard to ignore. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 
“Um– I just–” Bucky stutters, and you watch as his fingers twitch and fidget — a nervous tic. If he didn’t look cute while stumbling over his words, you would feel sorry for being so blunt. “I just thought that– Uh, I thought it was cancelled. The movie night, I mean.” 
You step forward slightly, and Bucky opens the door wider. A wordless invitation. 
Bucky rushes to clear a space on the entryway coat rack for you, when he suddenly says, “You know, because of his date, an’ all.” His words falter at the look you shoot him. You stop taking off your coat, and you drop the bag of snacks to the floor, ignoring the crinkle and rustle of plastic. 
“What do you mean date, Barnes?” The use of his last name causes a flush of deep red to pattern his cheeks, but you don’t let up. There’s music playing from down the hall of the apartment – right where Steve’s bedroom is. “What’s going on?” 
Bucky skittishly fidgets and glances around the apartment, before meeting your heated gaze. “I– Look, I didn’t know–” 
You silently mouth a curse, beyond frustrated with your older brother, and with yourself for taking just a second to indulge and admire just how sweet Bucky is when he is unsure. “Fine,” you huff, and you turn to walk straight towards the source and to investigate it yourself.
Bucky’s frantic footsteps behind you don’t deter your haste. “Wait, stop — Buttercup, wait!”
Forgoing a courtesy knock — having had enough of banging on his front door — you barge straight into the room with as little as a greeting call or warning. 
“What the shit–“ 
The door to Steve’s bedroom slams against the wall, and you come face to face with the blond in the middle of a dance off with himself in the mirror. “Sis! Hey,” he gasps, holding his hand over his heart in fright. “What’re you doing–?” 
In lieu of an answer, you cross your arms and stare at him, unimpressed and exasperated with his antics. “Don’t you hey sis me.” The fear in Steve’s eyes as you stomp towards him almost vindicates your indignation of being uninformed. “What do you mean you’re going on a date? It’s movie night!” 
Steve has the decency to look ashamed. “Flower, I swear, I’m sorry,” he rambles, and he takes your hand, directing you to sit down on his bed. “I would’ve called to let you know but everything was so last minute.” 
The grip he has on your hand is firm, assuring you of his true intentions, even when he turns the Roger’s charm up to an eleven to worm his way back onto your good side. “I swear sis, I wouldn’t bail on you without a good reason.”
“Okay,” you say, staring into his face — still not wholeheartedly convinced of his graces. A line of questioning is in order, you decide. “So, who is this good enough reason?”
“Natasha Romanoff.” The dreamy, love-struck sigh that leaves Steve’s lips after her name is uttered has you reluctantly trying to hide your giggle; the righteous anger and frustration slowly leaves your body in his admittance.  
The fact that he has been obsessed with the college’s most popular redhead since forever, was a balm to the annoyance. You truly did feel happy for him underneath it all. 
And, in the end, it’s how you decide to let him off the hook — though not without teasing him, first. “No way, the Natasha Romanoff? How the hell have you managed that one?” 
Steve pushes your shoulder, and the force of his shove knocks you sideways onto the covers of his bed. “Fine,” you grouse, sighing heavily and resigning yourself to a night on your own. “I’ll let you off this time.”
“I’ll make it up to you, Flower,” Steve promises. And you believe him. He has always kept his word; ever since the two of you were kids. 
“Good,” you say, smiling softly. “I expect an apology at my door in the next few days, though.”
Laughing, Steve nods, and then he stands from his bed. 
“I’ll leave you to it then, I hope you have fun, bro.” 
It is an impossible task for you to hide your dejected hurt from Steve, though. Clever and perceptive as he is, he detects the subtle sombre undertones underlying your reassurances, narrowing in on them like a dog to a bone. 
You get to your feet with a quiet sigh, and as you move, you miss the thoughtful expression on his face; the perk of his ears at the almost indistinguishable shuffling of feet just outside of his bedroom. “How about you have a movie night with Bucky, instead?” 
You stop in your tracks, frozen in shock at the sudden and downright surprising suggestion. “Stevie,” you admonish, “Bucky does not want to waste a Friday night with me–“
“I don’t mind!” Bucky shouts eagerly from the doorway, and you spin around to face him. The nervous fidget of his curls his fingers and hands around one another, over and over. 
Had he been listening that whole time? 
Guilt begins to flood you. Imposing on any plans Bucky  may have made was a burden you did not want to bear,  and you couldn’t fathom who would want to spend the night with their best friend’s little sister. “Thank you, Bucky, that’s really sweet of you,” you placate, smiling at him. “But I know you’ve probably got better things to do on a Friday night than be with me.”
Bucky seems to swell in the doorway, his chest puffing up and he sets his jaw, a determined glint in his eyes. “Actually, Buttercup,” he retorts, crossing his arms in a decisive move. “A movie night with you sounds perfect.” 
The confidence in his tone takes you by surprise, and you flounder for a second while you stare into his steel blue eyes. “Really?”
“‘Course,” he replies easily, shrugging his shoulders. “It’ll be fun.”
His words, and charming smile, ultimately win you over.  
With your attention wholly focused on Bucky as he begins to talk about what movies to watch, you miss the knowing, victorious smirk that curls Steve’s lips.  
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“Okay,” Steve calls from the doorway, looking back at the two of you, and you can’t help but be frustrated by his stalling. “Be good and behave while I’m gone. Oh, and, no staying up past your bedtimes — Bucky, her bedtime is ten o’clock sharp.”
The scowl on your face only serves to make him laugh, and you huff your exasperation before your hands grip his biceps; the only way to get him out the door is brute force. “Get out, Stevie,” you grunt, pushing with all your might, but it is to no avail. Steve is as immovable as a statue made of marble. “Don’t you have to go see Natasha?”
“Yeah,” Bucky agrees, and you hear the rustling sound of fabric. “Don’t you?”
Instinct tells you to duck, and you do so, just in the nick of time to avoid the pillow Bucky launches across the room from his place next to the couch. The pillow hits Steve square in the face with a comical thump. 
You burst into laughter at the stunned look of disbelief on Steve’s face, and you look over at Bucky, who is leaning against the sofa; a smug grin pulls his lips up and scrunches his nose.  “Get the hell outta here already, punk.”
With Steve distracted by Bucky’s betrayal, you take the chance to shove him out of the front door and watch delightedly as he stumbles in the hallway. “Hey–!” The door slams shut behind him, cutting him off. 
Giggles shake your shoulders as you put your back to the door, leaning against it with all of your strength as Steve turns the handle — evidently not finished in the war of quips. 
Bucky’s laughter from his place by the sofa makes your stomach flutter, and he walks closer, just as Steve stops attempting to break down the door. 
With the end of Steve’s attempts to forcefully open the door, you turn and face the wood and peer out of the peephole. A blond mop of hair is just within view. “Bye Stevie!” you call through the door, “Have fun, wear protection!”
Steve’s reply is muffled by the wood, and he flips you off before walking away.  
Shaking your head, you turn back to face the living room, and you see Bucky fussing around the sofa and coffee table. The strong aroma of a sweet, spicy scent fills your senses and you inhale deeply, letting the tantalising smell fill your lungs, before you ask, “Bucky, what are you doing?”
He sends you a furtive glance before looking back down at the snacks laid out on the coffee table, neatly placed next to two already filled glasses of drink. A bag of popcorn threatens to spill from his arms. “I’m, uh– I’m setting up? For the movie–?”
You could not help but notice how fast the bravado and confidence he displayed in the presence of Steve vanishes when he was with you, and you alone.  
“Oh, sweetie,” you coo, walking closer. “I thought we could watch the movie in your room, instead of out here. It’ll be more comfortable, at least, and we can spread out. Is that okay?” 
The popcorn bag that threatened to spill from his arms bursts instead, scattering the popped kernels all over the floor, making him yelp. “Ah! Uh– Okay, we… We can if you want?”
You nod once. “Absolutely. I’d rather be in your bed any day, then out here,” you tease, amused by the way Bucky’s eyes bulge and his cheeks flush. Then you look down at the popcorn all over the floor, and add, “But first, let’s clean this up.” 
Bucky starts to clean up the mess, and he tells you to grab the movies you agreed upon from the collection in the bookshelf. 
The selection to choose from is packed, as it always is. “Why don’t I grab a couple?” 
“Sure,” Bucky answers, sweeping the popcorn into a dustpan. “I mean, why not? May as well go all out.”
You grin and grab a couple of cases. “Do you need some help–”
“No, I’ve got it, Bubs,” Bucky interrupts. You look over your shoulder at him to see the blankets bundled high in his arms, and before you could protest and insist you help carry them, he shuffles off in the direction of his bedroom. 
Then, you glance down at the coffee table to see that the snacks and drinks are missing. “Did you grab the snacks?”
“Yeah!” Bucky calls back, muffled by the walls between the two of you. 
A fond sigh falls from your lips and you follow after him, DVD cases in hand.  
The tension in the air of his bedroom is charged with something you could not quite describe, and the butterflies in your stomach roar to life for it. You square your shoulders, and smile through it. “It’s no different, it’s no different,” you mutter under your breath; a mantra for confidence. 
Though, it is short lived. 
Bucky throws the blankets onto his bed with a grunt, and both the TV and DVD player switch on, ready to accept one of the disks you held in your hand. 
A shuddery breath falls from your lips, and you make your way to the player to place the first disc in. It whirrs to life as you turn to look at Bucky, who is placing the snacks on a tray table, his tongue between his teeth as he works. 
“Okay,” he hums, turning to face you, a shy smile on his face. “You ready, Bubs?” Without waiting for an answer, he walks past you to the light switch, his index finger poised to flip it off. 
You look down at your body, the warm outerwear you had thrown on to get to Steve’s apartment suddenly becomes scorching hot against your skin, and an idea comes to mind — flustering him has given you a rush of confidence before… 
“Almost,” you say, a hidden smirk on your lips. The layers of warmth are soft in your hands while you take them off, and you’re left in a thin tank top and soft, cotton shorts. “Now I am.”
A faint choking noise comes from the doorway behind you when you place the warmer clothes on Bucky’s desk chair. Inwardly, a coy smirk lifts the corner of your lips; outwardly, you look over to him, concerned and ever curious. 
His face, normally soft and kind whenever he looked at you, is taut with embarrassment; blotchy and red. His eyes are frantically looking anywhere, and everywhere around the room but at you. 
“Buck?” you say, getting his attention. His eyes meet yours. “You okay?”
The fidgeting is your first clue that he is struggling with something, and it is a battle to keep the teasing smile off your lips when his hands run constantly through his long hair and or come to a stop in the pockets of his grey sweats. 
Patiently, you watch while he repeats the same actions several times, each pass of his hands only serving to make him even more flushed. “Yeah. Yep,” Bucky coughs. “Mhm. Just great, thanks.” He looks up to the ceiling and gulps loudly. “You’re really wearing those? Uh– Just those, I mean?” 
You thin your lips to try and hurriedly fight off a smile as you grab your warm, fluffy socks from your bag. “Of course, silly,” you tease, shaking your head once. “I always wear my comfy clothes on movie night.”
The room turns deathly silent when you bend at the hip to pull the socks up your feet. 
Peering up from your task, you see Bucky staring at your legs, evidently thinking he hadn’t been caught and his eyes begin to trail upwards, towards your chest. The slackjawed expression amuses you, though you feel the beginning sparks of your own shyness come to life.
“Buck?” A nervous laugh bubbles in your chest, and you play with the hem of your tank top at the heat in his gaze. “Bucky?” you try again, “Are you ready?”
“Uh– Yeah, yes,” he rushes, quickly flicking the light off so his face is cast into shadow. You could have sworn he looked like a kid getting caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar — wide eyes and a deepening blush that spread down his neck.  
Bucky had always been a little shy in your presence, this you knew. Whenever you come over to visit Steve, or you bump into Bucky on campus, you always notice a remarkable difference in his normal, unwavering charm that he had in familiar company. 
This lack of swagger gives you the impression that you unfasten the young, boyish version of him; the one ruled by nerves, and hindered by a severe lack of confidence. 
Sure, you enjoy spending time with him here and there when you hang out at your brother’s apartment, but never before have you been this close to him, and alone. 
“Why don’t we–?” You gesture towards Bucky’s bed, and before he could either protest or agree, you jog to the edge and jump onto the plush mattress with a squeal of laughter. The blankets cover you easily as you roll yourself in them. “This is perfect,” you sigh, happy and content. 
“And where am I meant to sit?” Bucky laughs, appearing in your eye line with a bright, amused expression. “You blanket hog.”
“Fine,” you drawl, and you disentangle yourself from the cocoon of blankets. 
“Why, thank you, madame,” Bucky says, extending his hand in a mock salute, and he sits down in the now available spot, before sidling up the mattress, to rest his back on the headboard.
The broadness of his shoulders don’t leave much room between the two of you, and you decide to snuggle up to his side in a bid to get comfortable. You feel him tense with the proximity, but he doesn’t push you away or say anything.
“Are you ready now?” you ask, reaching for the remote. “For the movie?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” he rasps, nodding quickly.
Despite his initial nerves, Bucky settles comfortably in your presence — half of the movie goes by undisturbed with only the occasional shuffling to get comfortable after getting a snack, or a drink.  
That all changes the moment Bucky becomes restless,his leg twitching against yours constantly, and he repositions himself every couple of minutes. From the corner of your eye, you see his mouth opening and closing; the courage building within him to speak up. You bite your tongue against the urge — let him speak first, you chided yourself. 
“So,” Bucky eventually says, his voice quiet. “How are your classes going, Buttercup?” 
You take your eyes off the screen and face Bucky, but he’s already looking at you, his eyes bright from the glow of the TV. 
“They’re going good,” you reply, just as quietly. “Yeah, they’re busy — hectic, even, but good.” 
The fabric of the comforter ruffles as you turn your body towards him — your shorts ride up with the movement, and your bare thighs brush against his sweats. Bucky tenses while you settle in and only relaxes when you stop shifting in place. “This time of year is always busy, the coursework and exams,” you continue, shrugging your shoulders. “But I’m managing okay, thanks.” 
Bucky nods his head thoughtfully. “Yeah, all those art projects you’ve gotta finish, it must be tiring.” 
Shock slackens your features and you reel back — you could not recall telling him what you studied. “How do you know what major I’m taking?”
“I– um,” Bucky stutters, suddenly overwhelmingly shy. “I hear you talking to Steve about it. Y’know, when– When you come over, on movie nights, and other nights.” 
You can sense Bucky is not done explaining; he licks his lips and stares at his lap, where he fidgets, again. Quietly, as if embarrassed, he continues, “I see you lugging your big canvases across campus sometimes, too. From class, and– And from the window, when I’m actually studying.”
Warmth creeps up your neck again and you blink rapidly. You hadn’t noticed that he took so much notice of you before now, and you couldn’t help but feel endeared over it. 
Desperate to shift the attention away from yourself, you blurt, “How’s, uh– How’s training going for football season this year?”  
Bucky freezes for a second, then trips over his words, “Oh, it’s good– Yeah, it’s great. Coach says I’m progressing well, so I’m doing alright, I guess.”
“So modest, Buck,” you tease. It was common knowledge on campus that Bucky is the star player of the college football team, while also being scouted to join the professional leagues. You place your hand on his arm and squeeze his bicep reassuringly, lending him a bit of your confidence. “Don’t you sell yourself short, I’ve seen you play — you’re amazing!” 
He inhales sharply and grimaces, an expression that contorts his handsome face. “You really think so?” 
“Bucky,” you say slowly. The tense line of his body is obvious as you shuffle closer, but you are determined to prove your point; assure him of his talent and abilities, for all of a shy puppy that he is.  
“Listen to me, honey,” you continue, and Bucky refuses to meet your gaze, instead focusing on his hands. “Everyone can see it, all of us — all of the women in the crowds, all of the kids that watch you from the sidelines. We’re all screaming for you.”
His skin is warm under your palm, but you don’t remove your hand. Instead, you grip his arm and shake it a little. “You’re amazing.”
Bucky stays silent — contemplative of your words, and you take the opportunity to think over the reason why Bucky chooses to stay in on a Friday night. 
There is no questioning the fact that Bucky Barnes could pull anyone he wanted, whether it was to party, or to fuck, but to your recollection — and from what Steve had slipped in the past — no one has ever witnessed Bucky bringing anyone home, drunk or otherwise. No partner he could call his own, either, and he didn’t brag about the obvious charm he held over the many women on or off campus. 
Cautiously, you venture towards the subject of your curiosity. “Speaking of, shouldn’t you be going out on dates on a Friday night, like Stevie? Surely you’ve got tons of girls lined up for you.”  
Bucky’s silence turns deafening, unnatural. His body becomes stiff and he looks to be barely breathing. 
“Buck?” You sit up and look into his face. It’s pulled taut with what you could only guess as shame, but that made no sense, and with a mounting, swelling horror, you realise you may have pushed him too far; teased beyond the point of what is acceptable between friends. “Hey, did I say something wrong? I’m so sorry–”
“No! No– I… fuck.” Bucky throws his head back against the headboard and covers his face. “Oh, God,” he groans, muffled by his hands. “Shit.”
“Bucky–” You hesitate, unsure of what to do or what to say. You’ve never seen Bucky behave like this, so anxious and uneasy. “I– I’ll go, it’s alright, I’m sorry,” you say quickly, and you start to shuffle off of the bed when you hear his muffled voice say something behind his hands. “What was that, I didn’t–?”
A heavy sigh lifts his shoulders, and they slump back down as he exhales. “Ihaventevenhadmyfirstkissyet.”
“Sweetheart,” you say quietly, and you shift back towards him. The curtain of hair he’s so fond of covers and conceals his eyes from view, but you refrain from tucking it behind his ear. “I did not understand a word of what you just said.” 
Bucky clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably, looking up at you with a great effort. “I– uh.” His hands land on his thighs with a finality not unlike the final siren at his football games, and he utters a reluctant, “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.” 
His bedroom is quiet enough you would hear a pin drop. The TV had long powered off, since the movie finished while you talked, and the tension was palpable; a living, breathing encumberment that could not be cut with a knife. The flickering light from the still burning candle on his bedside drawers makes shadows dance across Bucky’s face. 
Okay, you think privately, so what? 
Bucky hasn’t kissed anyone before. It was justifiable — too busy with life, training and keeping up his GPA. You didn’t have to make a big deal out of this. “That’s okay–” Then the reality of the situation hits you, and your mind screeches to a halt. 
If Bucky hasn’t had his first kiss… “Does– Wait, does that mean–?”
“Yes.” Bucky squeezes his eyes tight and refuses to look at you — it is obviously a painful confession, yet he still forces himself to spit it out, putting voice to the doubt in your mind. “I’m a virgin.”
Now that catches you off guard. 
Bucky… is a virgin? 
Bucky, the star football player; built like a Greek god with the charisma to match. 
Sweat beads on his forehead and he looks like he is about to bolt from the room in his fear, and you realise all of your thoughts had shown in your expression. 
“Oh,” you manage, blinking slowly. The hand that was gripping his arm had moved without you realising, and you hastily place it back on his bicep. “Oh, Bucky.”
No other words come to mind. 
When you came to visit Steve for movie night, a calm, easy tradition in your routine, you never expected to end up in this kind of situation; on the other side of a confession that has left you speechless with shock, all while a strange confliction brews deep within your guts. 
You had been there once, and what you wouldn’t have given to have the opportunity to experience it with someone you trusted wholeheartedly — like you did Bucky, your mind supplies not-so-helpfully. 
The realisation hits you harder than you expect, and you gasp quietly, still gripping his arm to reassure him. 
Bucky moves his hands to cover his face again, and his chest rises and falls with a sharp hitch. The nervous pants for air that part his lips bring you back down to earth and away from that revelation. You know he’s embarrassed; ducking his head to his chest and glancing up as though you had scolded him. The entirety of his toned body is rigid with fear, each muscle clenching and poised to run, to save what dignity he feels he has left after such a confession. 
It’s difficult not to stare at the veins that line and bulge from his forearms down to his deft hands,  and you almost feel guilty for it; he’s in distress, fretting over the reveal of his lack of sexual prowess, but you cannot help the lingering gaze over his body. He just looks so pretty. 
From the get go, ever since you had met the star football player, you have always fantasised about him. The silent crush on Bucky had developed into such a deep attraction you almost couldn’t bear it any longer. 
Having convinced yourself of the non-existent reciprocation kept your tongue at bay, in the past.  And while Bucky’s virginity is a surprise, it did not hinder or lessen your feelings for him, quite the opposite; the heady weight of it settling over your mind like a blanket. 
What was stopping you now? What would be the harm in testing the waters?
To hell with it, you decide. The springs of the mattress creak as you move to shuck the blanket off of your body, then your legs. 
Bucky audibly gulps behind his hands when you move closer, and he positively freezes, like a deer in headlights, as you lift your leg up and over his thighs to straddle him. The soft brush of his sweatpants over your legs sends a shiver up your spine, and you sit down, settling your body comfortably on his thighs, just above his knees. 
“What– What are you doing–?” Bucky whispers, and his words are muffled behind his palms. You grin, unseen by your quarry, and you shuffle up his thighs to his hips, your clothed cunt just below the seam at his crotch.  
The sound of Bucky choking on his own spit is comical. 
You pull his hands away from his face, the urge to kiss each palm overwhelming; feather-soft brushes of your lips against the soft skin sends the pulse in his throat racing. “Buttercup, please– This is embarrassing enough–”
“Bucky,” you whisper, cutting him off. “Look at me.”
Blue eyes meet yours, and you pour all of the unspoken words between you both in your soft gaze, willing him to feel the yearning. “Kiss me.” 
“But–” He hesitates, a fish out of water again. His mouth hangs slack from the shock of such a bold request, and you place your pointer finger over his lips, shushing him before he can carry on protesting. 
You pout, placing a hint of pleading in your tone, “Please?”
He looks at you as though you’ve grown two heads. “I– What, I mean,” he flounders, arms hovering at his sides, hesitant to touch you — terrified of taking it a step too far. “I don’t know–“
“Aw, Buck,” you coo, smiling softly. Carefully, you shuffle further up his lap until your knees brush against the headboard of his bed. Gently, you place your palms on Bucky’s toned chest, just above his beating heart hammering away — not wanting to frighten him. “I’ll show you, okay?”
“Yeah.” The tremble in his voice makes your heart ache, but you smile encouragingly.
“Here we go,” you soothe. He smiles weakly back, eyes still wide with shock. “I’ve got you.”
You slowly and steadily move closer to Bucky’s face. A shudder racks through his whole body when he feels your breath against his neck, and you peck his stubbled cheek before sitting back upright to face him.
“Okay,” Bucky shakily says, fisting the blankets in his hands. “Okay. That was okay.”
“See? It’s not so bad,” you tease, and you tilt your head to the side, sticking out your cheek. “Your turn.” From the corner of your eyes, you watch his eyes sweep across your face, still hesitant and nervous, but a slither of curiosity now shining through. 
Broad, strong shoulders lift in tandem with his deep, grounding breath, and he steadily leans in before he second guesses himself. He resolutely does not touch your body, but he manages to find the confidence to gently press his lips against your skin, kissing your cheek. 
This time, he sits back and looks up at you for direction and reassurance. 
You consider it, ignoring the fluttering of your heart. His touch was sweet, but polite; a kiss on the cheek that you would give a friend after such a long time apart. And, in the end, you want Bucky to gain more confidence and actually enjoy kissing — he shouldn’t have to be ashamed to want it. “Good, that was good,” you say, keeping your tone mellow so as to not spook him.
He is making good progress, and gentle encouragement is the way to ensure it continues, you reason with yourself. “Now, I want you to do the exact same thing, but start gradually moving towards my lips.”
“Oh– Okay, okay,” he breathes, and his eyes widen slightly before they dart down towards his lap. 
That needs to be rectified immediately, before he shuts down, you hastily think, and you react swifty, your hands roaming from his chest and up to the sides of his neck, adding a little pressure to bring him back down to earth. 
There was an innate need for him to know that he could trust you; that you would treat him with the respect he deserves. 
Gently, you lift his head up, forcing him to look at you, and the downturn of his lips makes your heart ache. All you want to do is soothe the fear and rid the worry from his pretty eyes that pierce you, even through the strands of hair that have fallen in his face. 
“You’re okay, Buck,” you soothe, rubbing your thumbs over his warm, rosy cheeks. The movement and assurance seem to do the trick. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
A minute passes, and you watch as the confliction flitters across his face; an inward battle to assemble his courage to bridge the gap between you both.
There is another minute of silence, when he slowly advances, leaving his palms flat on the covers of his bed as he kisses you on the cheek. 
“That’s it,” you praise, sitting still in his lap, but smiling softly in encouragement.
Bucky hesitantly returns the smile, and he doesn’t move away, rather, he decides to stay close. “You did good,” you say, still smiling, and he takes you by surprise when he moves forwards again to place another tiny kiss even closer to your lips. “Oh–”
The soft brush of his lips makes you freeze, and he takes his time, building his confidence with each peck he makes. 
Finally, he reaches the corner of your lips, and he stalls; confidence wavering and faltering with the daunting task. You go to part your lips to speak on instinct, to encourage him, when he suddenly moves even closer to your face, making you hastily shut your mouth and brace for what was to come; willing for your heart to slow down the tattoo it beats against your throat.  
“Okay,” Bucky whispers more to himself, and he clears his throat before licking his lips. “Okay, okay. Just–” His lips connect with the curve of you own, the brief and fleeting connection enough to tell you that his lips are plump; ripe to swell and redden with a passionate make out session. 
Hastily, Bucky withdraws, but not all the way back — he lingers and only allows the tiniest space between your faces.
“You did it, sweetheart,” you coo, keeping your voice low. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Th– Thanks,” he stutters, and the rosy blush he sported turns a splotchy crimson. Interesting, you think.  
You turn your head to look at him, and the proximity of his face makes both of your lips brush against each other. The intoxicating softness consumes you, and you cannot deny the reality that Bucky is there, he is right there. A torture that intensifies in the billowing silence, while a burning, reckless spike of adrenaline rushes through your veins.
“Do you want more?” you ask quietly, breaking the silence and shattering the tension. 
A harsh breath falls from Bucky’s lips, and he presses forward to kiss you properly for the first time. 
Whatever you had been expecting for a first kiss from the inexperienced, sweet, charming man beneath you, flew out the window. Your lips slot perfectly over his, a chaste kiss that held enough need and want to be something far more; it could not hold a candle to the sex you had with past flings.  
The kiss, unexpected as it was, lasts only for a couple seconds longer before Bucky pulls back from it, panting lightly — puffs of air fanning over your slightly parted lips. He lingers, bumping his nose into yours to keep close. 
But eventually, Bucky pulls all the way back to rest against the headboard. 
The silence is not deafening — not like it was before, and you open your eyes, blinking slowly. 
Bucky is already staring at you. His eyes are glazed over with hunger, and he's out of breath, the rise and fall of his chest faster than before. 
You fare no better. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, but it still feels like it’s lodged in your throat. No words are spoken between the two of you; just an invisible string that keeps you entwined to one another. 
It’s difficult to find the words to say, especially after something so raw and vulnerable; so new and budding. You want him to feel safe, like he had done good, though; you want to tell him he has nothing to worry about, not with you. 
And just as you open your mouth to speak, to praise him for how well he had done, Bucky slides his hands up your thighs, over your waist, and up to your neck, cupping the back of it in his large palm. “I want–” 
To your utter shock, he drags you closer, his lips greedily slotting over yours for a far deeper kiss.  
Bucky can’t get enough of you; already addicted and demanding more. You can’t be mad for it, not when he’s a sensational kisser — he’s good, far too good. The basics have you dizzy with want, and you decide on a whim to challenge him, to push him a little further and test the boundaries. 
You part your lips as Bucky pulls back, and before he could kiss you again, you tentatively tease your tongue against his lips. The sensation makes him sit rigid again beneath you, and he chases your tongue, the surprised moan he lets slip vibrates into your mouth.
The power of such a move has you smirking into the kiss. 
You only plan to stoke the fire by pushing him into the deep end a little — the prospect of overwhelming him too risky, but when you feel the effortless slide of Bucky’s tongue entering your parted lips to dance with your own, it leaves you physically stunned and unable to move. 
Bucky compliments you perfectly, as though he is a natural, and someone so timid should not be capable of that — it’s dangerous. 
It escalates — tongues dance and lips clash, and Bucky’s breath is heavy on your lips, as yours is on his, when he pulls back for air. There’s a pull that you can’t ignore, not any longer, and you bring your hands up from his neck to his hair, threading your fingers through it, making him moan quietly against your lips, “Bu–”
Your nails scrape against his scalp while he speaks, and you squeak in shock as Bucky’s hips surge upwards, forcing his hard cock against your clothed cunt. “Oh, fuck–” he gasps, and his body turns rigid with fear again while he pleads for forgiveness. “I’m so sorry, so sorry, Bubs– I–”
Quickly, you place your index finger over his lips. “Hush, you. It’s alright. I loved it,” you reassure, and suddenly, it turns into a game for you — you are desperate to see how Bucky plays along, how close to the edge you can get him. “Let it go, it’s okay.”
Bucky’s breath hitches as you grind down hard against him, and his hands rush down from your neck to grip your waist. The unabashed moan he lets slip is sinful; a delight to be the cause of, and a Cheshire Cat grin splits your lips. You’ll be damned if you don’t get more from him, you decide.
“Fuck,” he grits out, the grip of his hands on your waist turning painful. “Fuck, yes.” 
You moan and allow him to move your body where he wants it — predictably, he perches you straight on his crotch and his hands wander, slipping beneath the tank top you wear to brush against your skin. 
The resolve he had held onto so strongly is starting to slip, and you inwardly scream with joy at the dilation of his pupils, the heavy pants of his breath — a poor, virtuous man is melting into a puddle at your feet. 
The position of your body gives you an impression of just how big Bucky is, and with his cock hard, you can feel the girth and the size of him against your cunt  — a crime, you think, that it wasn’t inside you.
Your motions of grinding down into him have the tip of his cock catching on your clit through your shorts, and the thin material has no pretence of protectiveness, and you greedily lap every single, last sensation up while shamelessly taking more.  
“Bucky,” you whine against his mouth, and in turn, he nips at your swollen bottom lip before sucking on it. “Fuck– S’good.”
“Buttercup, baby,” Bucky slurs, and his fingertips dig into your skin, unknowingly marking you in his lust-fuelled haze. “Fuckin’ feel good, please,” he whimpers, unable to keep kissing you with the way his moans and litany of quiet cries fall from his lips, longing for more; too far gone, he can’t help himself anymore. “Need more, please.”
You’re all too pleased to listen to his cries for you; begging would taste so much sweeter, though. Next time. “Okay,” you soothe, pecking him on the nose. “I’ll give you more, sweetheart.”
The bed creaks as you shuffle up Bucky’s lap, and you move your hands to grip the headboard. “Don’t keep quiet on me,” you warn. 
“Wha– Fuck!”
You pant as you grind down on Bucky’s cock, the effort of making your hips work this hard and fast steals your breath, but the sounds — oh, the sounds falling from his pretty lips make it all worth it. 
The added friction of your lace panties against your soaked clit only amplifies the pleasure for you, and it’s all you can do to keep going.
Bucky throws his head back and groans to the ceiling, but you follow him, leaning over and panting into each other's mouths and kissing messily, barely able to put anything behind them as you work the both of you closer to release. 
You pull back to look at him, and the slope of his neck is too tempting to leave alone — the  loose strands from his hair are sticking to the sweat gathering on his skin, and you watch a bead of it roll down a curve of corded muscle. 
Of course, you weren’t going to let it go — you want him to crack.
Bucky moans, his breath stuttering as your tongue chases the bead of sweat, and you latch onto his skin, sucking steadily at his pulse point. “Baby– Baby, please, fuck,” he babbles, forcing his head back further to expose more of his neck. 
You oblige, all too willingly and with a giddy enthusiasm; the bow of your lips trace over his Adam’s apple and down to his collarbone, where you bite down gently. 
“Shit, shit,” Bucky suddenly exclaims, his words slurring together. “No– No, please, I ca– Can’t,” he begs, and you pull away from his neck, brows furrowing in concern. “Please, I don’t want to– To, shit–”
Words seem to be out of his grasp, and you wait patiently for him to gather his thoughts while you watch the thread of his restraint wearing thin, so close to snapping when he’s this overwhelmed with the pleasure you are giving him. 
You can’t have that, though. 
Bucky was torturing himself, not allowing himself the pleasure of giving into his base desires - what he needs. “Can’t what, sweetheart?” you ask. “You can’t cum?”
Bucky nods his head frantically, his eyes widening. You consider him, the sweat on his brow and upper lip, the way his eyes plead for something more; he’s so desperate to not cum, to let go. 
It’s plain as day that he is holding himself back, when you knew deep down that he is itching to relinquish control and give in. 
You decide then to push, to throw caution to the wind and make him take it. “Why not?” you whine, grinding back and forth, back and forth, over his painfully hard cock. “Doesn’t my pussy feel good, baby?” 
Bucky whimpers and scrunches his face up, cock throbbing as he grows closer to finishing. You don’t think he realises how he rambles to himself, “Fuck, yes! It does—fuck, it does baby.” 
“Think for me, sweetheart,” you say, leaning close to his face. “Just think for me, how good being inside my pussy would be.” The lure of being inside your cunt cracks the last of his resolve; control slipping through his fingers before he can grasp hold of it.  
You smirk, watching how his brows furrow and his eyes squeeze shut. “Just think, Bucky,” you repeat, “How wet and tight I’d be for you. How I would scream for more; beg for more of your cock and what you give me.” 
The sound Bucky makes is close to a wounded animal, and his grip on your waist is sure to leave bruises. “Oh, sweetheart,” you coo, mouthing softly up his neck until your lips brush over the shell of his ear, and you whisper, “Doesn’t that sound good, baby?”
Something snaps within him. 
The headboard of the bed thumps against the wall as Bucky tumbles over the cliff, his restraint long gone, and he wraps his arms tightly around you, curling them around your waist to hold you impossibly close. You feel something wet on your neck, and you realise belatedly that Bucky is crying silently, overwhelmed with the pleasure. 
To reassure him, you thread your fingers through his hair again to scratch at his scalp. You feel his lips move up and down your neck, placing open mouthed kisses over the skin “Are you okay?” you ask softly, careful to not move in his hold. “Bucky, baby?”
“Mhm,” Bucky hums, and he buries his face further into your neck, nodding frantically. “Pleasepleaseplease.”
A victorious smirk pulls the corner of your lips up. You know you have him — Bucky’s too far gone to come back down now, and he won’t be able to stop. 
“Go on,” you purr. Bucky hungrily grinds up into your heat, seeking it out and forcing a gasp from your lips with the pressure. “That’s it,” you push, and your last deadly blow has the dam breaking, once and for all: “Cum for me then, pretty boy.”
“Oh, oh, fuck– Baby–” Bucky moaned, but you keep steady pressure over his cock, and his hips start to stutter in rhythm. “Shit!” 
“That’s it, that’s it, sweetheart,” you coax, just as a damp patch stains the crotch of his sweats, and his legs tremble under your thighs. There’s a loud thump as his head hits the headboard of his bed. 
“Fuck–” Your own climax begins to mount, the tension of it unbearable, and just the band snaps, you cry out to the ceiling, “Bucky!”
The room is full of pants for air, the synchronised rise and fall of your chests in tandem with the twitching muscles of your body; the rushed gasps for breath a symphony to your ears.
“Holy shit,” you murmur, and you finally look at Bucky — only to be taken aback with the awestruck expression on his handsome face. His lips are stretched wide in a dopey grin, and his eyes, while normally so bright and soft, are glazed over with post-orgasm bliss. 
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispers. You feel the brush of his fingers over your waist and thighs, a soothing touch that in combination with his words sends another wave of heat up your neck. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
You smile nervously, suddenly speechless with the earnestness and fondness in his voice. Instead, you shuffle down his thighs to rest your arms on his shoulders more comfortably, and you play with the hair on the nape of his neck — the soft locks damp with sweat. 
The two of you stare into one another’s eyes, then, you rest your forehead on his to whisper, “Well, handsome, not so bad for your first kiss.”
Bucky starts to laugh, then giggles take over as he faceplants into your chest, nuzzling himself against your tits in shyness. 
After a while, Bucky starts to shift in place, and you start to rise up off of his lap, when his sudden stiffness alarms you. “Bucky? What’s the matter?”
“I— I don’t, I didn’t mean to—“ He stutters, looking down at his crotch. You follow his gaze, utterly confused — there is nothing abnormal, only the wet patch of cum staining the material. 
Your confusion only increases, and you look back to Bucky’s face. It’s blotchy and red from embarrassment. “Bucky?”
“I– Oh, goddamnit,” he mutters, and he looks down at his lap again pointedly.
The realisation washes over you; a lightbulb suddenly going off in your head. He was embarrassed over coming in his pants. “Bucky, sweetheart,” you say, moving to cup his cheeks and force him to look at you. “Listen to me, okay?”
Blue eyes meet yours, his gaze pensive. You muster the warmest, kindest smile; no judgement apparent in your own eyes as you stare at him. “There is no need to feel ashamed.”
“But–” Bucky tries. 
“No, listen to me,” you interrupt, and you lean in closer, bumping his nose with yours before reassuring him, “There's no need to feel ashamed, sweetheart.”
His pure, innocent gaze doesn’t fail to make you swoon even more over him. “It doesn’t?”
“Of course not, you know why?” Bucky shakes his head, eyes wide and intent to listen to anything you have to say. Your lips hover over his as you whisper, “Because I love you making a mess for me, baby.”
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The weekend passes by swiftly, a tangle of bedsheets and limbs; kisses and fleeting touches that turn into passionate embraces. 
It was only when Steve came home on the Saturday night did he kick both you and Bucky out of the apartment with a yell of, “Bye! Have fun, kids!”
You decided to take Bucky back to your dorm-room — an easy decision when you get to watch how his eyes trail over your body as you walk down the halls holding hands. 
And on Sunday morning, bright and early, a series of knocks on your dorm-room door wakes you out of your slumber. “Damn,” you grumble, blinking slowly into the dimly lit room. The curtains are drawn, but a slither of gold peeks from behind the fabric; right over Bucky’s face and the mess of his hair. 
You sigh and tiredly throw the covers off you, mentally preparing yourself to get out of bed, but before you can get up, two arms curl around your waist and tug you backwards into a muscled chest. The warmth of the embrace makes you sigh contentedly.
“No,” Bucky groans before burying his face into your neck and smothering you with his body; trapping you with his arms and winding his legs around yours. “Dun’ get up.” 
You giggle as he starts kissing your shoulders and nibbling at your neck — the stubble of his jaw tickling the soft skin while his lips soothed over it. “I have to,” you say quietly, and you grab his arm to pull it off, only– 
“Nuh-uh. Where y’think you're goin’, Buttercup?” The deep rumble of his morning voice has you inner self trembling, memorising your antics of your weekend together. “Can’t leave me.” And to solidify his claim, Bucky clings onto you like a koala. 
“Bucky, you big goof.” You slap his arm, but he just grunts his protest, clinging to your body tighter. “Come on,” you say, wriggling — it’s met with no success of him releasing you. “Get off of me so I can answer the door.”
But you should have known that he is far too stubborn to let up that easily — a stubborn puppy that refused to give up his treat. “No. Tell ‘em to fuck off.”
“Fine.” Your only hope is an attempt to bribe him, you decide, and you look at him to find he’s staring at you through a half-lidded eye, the other eye obscured by his pillow. “How about you let me go, and I promise to give you unlimited cuddles for the rest of the day, no moving whatsoever?” 
That gets his attention, and he perks his head up to lean closer to yours. “I wan’ unlimited kisses, too,” he negotiates, pouting his lips and narrowing his eyes. 
You cannot help but chuckle. “Deal, handsome.”
Bucky plonks backwards onto the bed, star fishing in his sulking — the treat now successfully taken away. 
With your newfound freedom, you sit up and stretch, ignoring the grumbles and quiet whines of, “Bein’ left alone ain’t right,” and, “Tell whoever it is to fuck off, I mean it.”
The bedsheets rustle under you when you scoot to the edge, the warmth of Bucky’s body and the softness of the covers already sorely missed, especially when you stand up and slip into your fluffy, warm gown and slippers. The brush of Bucky’s shirt over your skin makes you smile, the fabric soft and worn but oh so perfectly Bucky. 
“Hurry back, Buttercup,” he calls after you as you walk slowly out of the room. “Please—don’ leave me too long.”
“Drama queen,” you whisper, quiet enough he wouldn’t hear. The knocking comes again and you curse the cause — if it’s your friend from class asking to borrow your notes again, you were going to slam the door straight back in their face. Aloud, you say, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Don’t bust the hinges.”
You prepare the speech to scold your friend as you walk to the door, and you grab the hand;e — the metal of it cold from the chill overnight. The door swings open with a loud creak, and you start saying, “What are you–”
The lack of a presence, or anyone at the door, stops you short — not even a shadow of someone running away down the hall.  “Fucking door dashers,” you groan, and you turn on your heel to go back inside when the toe of your slipper bumps into something on the ground. “What–?”
A gift basket, filled to the brim with an assortment of chocolates and scattered gift cards to your favourite stores, is innocuously sitting there. In the middle of the basket, poking its head out next to a bouquet of your favourite flowers, is the head of a stuffie Golden Retriever, the fur irresistibly soft and the eyes bright — much like Bucky’s. Its mouth held a note scrawled in messy cursive. 
“Okay,” you mumble, and you kneel down to look at it closer, worried that there had been a mix up or confusion of a dorm number. As you near the letter, you realise that the messy scrawl spells out Flower. “Wait.” 
That meant only one person was responsible. 
Your fingers tore open the letter and unfold it; the messy scrawl continues on the inside, too.  
Flower, I’m sorry for bailing on our movie night. 
I know you’re pissed, but I hope this and the beefcake attached to your back makes up for my mistake. 
Love ya squirt, 
Your big bro.
“Stevie,” you say, eyes darting over the lines of script. “You sneaky bastard.” There is a post script just below his sign off, and you continue to read.
P.S. Date went well, tell you all about it on movie night next week? I’m sure we’ll have guests joining us x 
Shaking your head in amusement, you place the note back with the stuffie, and pick up the rest of your basket. “What am I going to do with you,” you mumble, stepping back into your dorm to place the basket on the entry table to admire it again. 
“Wha’s happenin’?” a voice rasps behind you, and sure enough, the aforementioned beefcake in the letter from Steve plasters himself to your back; arms around your waist and his face tucked into your neck again. “Back to bed, c’mon.”
Bucky drags you backwards, chuckling deeply at your squeal of laughter that echoes down the hallway to your bedroom. “You made me a promise,” he grunts, and he pulls you back into bed and underneath the covers, intent on making sure you fulfil your end of the bargain. 
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Part Two, Part Three
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marvelouslizzie · 26 days
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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.
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It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasn’t something you felt often before but now…. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know it’s 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. 
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 doesn’t need to. You just know it. 
He’s one of the popular guys in your college. It’s not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. He’s 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. 
You don’t blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you weren’t 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 it’s convenient, you can’t come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, it’s breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself “This is gonna be the last time” but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again. 
That’s 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 can’t see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.
“Does it feel that good, doll?” He sounds smug but you can’t 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.
“Hey, hey, hey! Are you alright?” He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”
He didn’t physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You don’t 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 don’t want anyone to see you cry. You don’t want anyone’s pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.
“Please talk to me!” His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears. 
“It’s fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I just…” You hesitate for a second but no, you won’t back down this time. “I just can’t do this anymore.”
“That’s fine.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “You know it’s okay right?” His worry is so apparent in his voice. “You can always tell me to stop.” What is he talking about? “If you don’t like something or you don’t feel like it anymore… Just tell me next time and I will just stop.”
“There’s no next time Bucky.” The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didn’t intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.
“What?”
“I’m telling you that I can’t do this…” You wave your hand between you two. “...anymore. I’m done. We are done.” 
“What…” 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. “What are you talking about? Did I do something?”
“You didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” You have no intention to blame him. You know it’s on you. He never promised you anything.
“I don’t understand.” He sounds so lost. “Just help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.”
“They were, for you. It was never okay for me.” 
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 he’s not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.
“I… I don’t know what to say.” He looks at your face and then around. “I thought this is what you wanted.”
“What I wanted?” You repeat his words without missing a beat. “I never wanted this. This is what you wanted and that’s why we kept doing it. I was just…” You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. “weak.”
“Weak? You are never weak.”
“Oh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying ‘one more night’ to myself whenever you called or texted me. I’m weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldn’t be like this.”
“Doll, what are you talking about?”
His confusion confuses you as well. Can’t he see how much he’s hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesn’t care.
“This arrangement might be working for you but it’s not working for me, okay?”
“But… this is what you wanted.”
“I never wanted this.”
“You said we can’t get emotions involved!” He sounds somewhat angry this time.
“Because you didn’t want emotions involved!” Your answer comes instantly.
“When did I ever say that?”
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 didn’t care how.
“Just look at you.”
“What does that even mean?” Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?
“It means you didn’t have to say it.”
“How does… I really don’t understand you.” 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.
“You are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.” He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesn’t get it, does he? “You can have anybody you want!”
“Apparently not.” Why does he sound broken?
“Oh, come on!” Your reaction is instant. “You know you can. Don’t act humble. I’m just easier.”
“Easier?” You don’t miss the disbelief in his voice. “Easier?” This time it comes out more angry. “You were never easy!”
“You know what I mean. An easy fu-”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. “I never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!” Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about? 
“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you continue. 
“I don’t know what has gotten into you because this… what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didn’t want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!”
“I was trying to protect myself!”
“You never showed any interest to me!”
You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You 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.”
“Uh… what?”
“I 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, it’s fine. You don’t need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.” He’s speaking so fast, you can’t even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.
“You tried to take me on dates?” He squishes his eyebrows together like he can’t believe you are focusing on that part.
“Many times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thing…”
“I thought…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence.
“You thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you weren’t interested, so I finally gave up.”
“No, no, no.” You jump from your awkward position on the bed. “I never realized.”
“What did you think I was doing?”
“I thought… they were activities with other… people. Not dates.”
“Why would I take other people to a concert with us?” Oh, he really doesn’t get it.
“I thought… you had plans with your friends and… you were… inviting me as well. Just to show… we are nothing more than friends.”
“Oh, dear god.” He covers his face with both of his hands. “Seriously? Why would you even think that?”
You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You don’t want to say it. Especially not to him.
“I… just never thought…” You don’t know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. “You were interested in anything more than sex.”
“I’m handsome. I’m popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?” He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you don’t realize is that he’s making fun of himself.
“Yeah.” 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. 
“God you are so blind.”
“Hey!” You instantly respond.
“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” You make a face but it just spurs him. “You are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You are out of my league.”
“Come on… That’s-” He interrupts you again.
“Please.” The way he says it makes you stop talking. “I 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. It’s 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 don’t want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?”
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.
“And 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 weren’t gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ‘no’, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!”
You don’t know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.
“Please don’t cry anymore.” He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.
“I…” It’s so hard to speak normally. “I never thought…”
“What?” This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.
“You would actually like me.”
“Like you? Oh, doll… I don’t like you. The word like doesn’t even cover it.” 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 doesn’t 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.
“Oh fuck…” His moan is like music to your ears. It’s so raw and unfiltered.
You don’t 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. 
“You are so fucking gorgeous.” 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.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. “There’s a part of me…” He tries to find the right word. “...that wants to mark you. Show the world that you’re mine.” Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask “Are you mine, doll?” He sounds so nervous yet possessive.
“I am.” You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. “I have been for a long time.”
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.
“I’m yours, too. I think I always have been.” 
It’s your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time it’s 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.
“Shit!” It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.
“Sorry. I just want to feel you all over me.”
You want to say it’s alright but he’s a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Bucky’s still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position. 
“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” 
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 doesn’t put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while he’s kissing and licking all over your neck.
Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You don’t remember any occasion you didn’t enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way he’s 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.
“So… All this time…” Bucky starts to talk. “You thought I was here because this is easy.”
Ah, fuck. He isn’t gonna let that go, is he? You should’ve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesn’t see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.
“All this time… I was where I wanted to be.” Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. “Underneath your body.”
“You weren’t always underneath me.” You answer him with a playful tone.
“As long as I’m inside you, the position doesn’t matter.”
“So…” You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. “You haven’t been sleeping around with anyone else.”
He raises his head just to look into your eyes. 
“All this time, you thought I was fucking other people?”
“I mean…” You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?
“Were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Fucking other people?” His question is a lot more blunt than yours.
“I asked first!” You sound so defensive all of a sudden.
“I can’t 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 wouldn’t scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?”
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. It’s just unbelievable.
“Doll?” You didn’t realize you were lost in thoughts. “It’s fine if you have been.” It doesn’t sound fine at all. It sounds like he’s trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. “I’m not saying I won’t be jealous but it’s not like we were actually together.”
You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.
“You are such an idiot and you call me blind.”
“What?”
“I only ever wanted you, you moron.” 
His smile is so big and bright, it’s worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.
“You’re only mine.” He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.
“Only yours.” Your words make him groan loudly. 
“Fuck that mouth of yours. You’re gonna make me come before you.”
“You can do that later.” You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.
“Is that a promise?”
“It can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!”
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 what’s 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, he’s 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.
“Harder, huh?”
“Yeah. Just like that.” It’s so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s familiar yet it feels so different this time.
“My girl wants it rough. Why didn’t you just say so?” He sounds cocky there’s also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell he’s close.
“Do I have to tell you everything?” 
“From now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.” That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. “Every fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!”
“Yes!” You practically scream. You don’t 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. “Fuck yes. Please, please, please, don’t stop!” Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.
That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you can’t directly look at his face anymore, you just know he’s 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.
“Fuck, that was…” The struggles to find the right word.
“On another level?” You offer to end the sentence for him. That’s exactly how you feel.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We should’ve talked to each other before.”
“We were busy doing other stuff.” You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.
“I guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?”
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Be Mean To Me
Pairing: Bucky x f!reader
Summary: After a long day at work, you just want to lose all control and have your boyfriend fuck you into oblivion 
Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst, fluff, smut, mean!dom!bucky, reader asks for it, they are so in love, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving), ball sucking, slapping, spit kink?, degradation, humiliation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch, sugar, good girl), daddy kink, some praise, spanking, pussy slapping (like once), safe word (yellow), vaginal sex, no prep anal, Bucky has a huge dick, choking, aftercare, check-ins, crying during sex, crying after sex, soft!Bucky, no mention of Y/N, no description of reader other than being female
Word Count: 4.9k of mostly smut
A/N: This was very self indulgent. Work has been kicking my ass and I want to be taken care of. Any mistakes are my own. If I missed any warnings please let me know. @bucknastysbabe it's done! I think I should go back to therapy. But hey, smut
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You feel your throat tighten as you walk up to the apartment you share with Bucky. It was one of those days that left you beaten down and wanting to curl up under your blankets and cry. You didn’t even want to go into work this morning, having to force yourself to get ready. Too many rude customers, incompetent coworkers giving you more work than you get paid to do, everything leaving you overstimulated and wanting your boyfriend.
It left a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Bucky take care of you, ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.
You swallow the lump in your throat and unlock the front door, finding Bucky on the couch watching some random action movie that he claimed to hate. At the sight of him your body naturally relaxes and the urge to crawl onto his lap is too much to bear.
“Hey, sugar. I’ve been missing you all day. You’ll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- What’s wrong?” He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever you’re around him his entire day gets better, a lightness filling his chest, but when he sees how run down you are, his heart literally hurts for you. Bucky wants to protect you from everything, from supervillains all the way to spiders in the house.
“Long day, baby. Just wanna be with you.” He opens his arms and you instantly crawl into his lap, eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed. He runs his metal hand up and down your back, pulling you as close to him as possible, while his flesh hand rests on your head, holding you to his neck, letting you breathe him in.
“What can I do for you, sugar? Want to talk about it? I can order from your favorite place. Can run you a bath. Whatever you want, sweet girl.” 
“Please, be mean to me, Bucky.” Bucky feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants to keep your heart safe from whatever it is that is plaguing you, but he knows he can’t. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.
“How mean do you want me, sugar?” Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. It’s in his nature to be sweet to you, fill you with praise, but that's not what you want right now. You want to be degraded and treated like a fucktoy.
“Mean.” You keep your eyes trained on him. This is the only part where you need to keep your head on, make sure that he knows you want this.
“Remember your colors, sugar?” You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. “Remember, daddy will only be upset with you if you don’t use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.” His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.
“Yes, daddy.” And just like that, Bucky’s entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle. 
“Then take your clothes off, slut.” He pushes you off his lap, just hard enough to give the illusion of indifference. As you strip, Bucky keeps his eyes trained on the TV, not paying you any mind. Your core throbs at the fact that you are completely exposed while he is still fully dressed. 
“On your knees.” He’s still not looking at you, but you obey without thought, willing to do whatever he wants. Grabbing the back of your neck, he forces you in between his spread legs, and you whine at the fact that his cock is still soft inside his sweats. Any other day, Bucky would make sure that your knees were never on the hardwood floor without a pillow or something soft underneath, but not today.
On days like these, when you want to feel completely submissive, it takes Bucky a while to get aroused. It’s in his nature to love up on you, make you drunk with pleasure in the sweetest way possible. He feeds off of your energy. When he is sure that you are having fun, his body lets himself fall into his role.
“What? You think at the first signs of some tits I’m gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didn’t realize just how thick you were.” Your pussy was absolutely pulsing with need. With his hand still on the back of your neck, he rubs your face against his crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden at the smell of your arousal.
He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Bucky’s right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek. 
His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than it’s supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. “Did daddy say you could suck his cock?” He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. “Then keep your slutty mouth shut.”
He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. “Hands behind your back, and suck on daddy’s balls.” You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.
“Oh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take ‘em both in your dirty mouth.” He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't; his balls are too big. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip, dripping onto his stomach after he takes his shirt off.
With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. “Such a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddy’s nuts, shit.” He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.
Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. “What a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.” He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.
He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse ‘green,’ giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. “Such a perfect fucking mouth, shit.” He stops you from bobbing your head, “Stop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.” You're sure you’re leaking onto the floor at this point.
You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; he’s not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle, ignoring the pain in your knees and the ache in your jaw. 
The only sounds filling the room are Bucky’s ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth but you don’t swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue. 
This isn’t what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what you’re up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, “Don’t make me punish you, bitch.” At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.
He stands and kicks the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. “You disobedient little-” he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. “Is that what I think it is?” You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering. 
With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. “What a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.” He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, “Lick it the fuck up, bitch,” before pushing you to the ground. 
Your knees hit the wood hard and pain runs up your spine. You ignore the ache and brainlessly lap at your juices on the floor before Bucky smushes your cheek against the puddle and you moan. “Messy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isn’t it, slut?” He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. “Daddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.” You don’t respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.
No matter how hard he tries, Bucky can’t hide his devotion to you, that’s why he doesn’t let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing he’s gone too far. “Color, sugar.” Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.
“Green, daddy, so green.” The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.
“Good girl, you want to keep going the way we were?” Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.
“Yes please, daddy, want you to be mean.” You look so small and soft. Bucky struggles to put his facade back up, but he knows you need this.
Bucky positions himself behind you, staring at your ass and glistening pussy, and feels his cock bounce. The first slap isn’t soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. “One.” The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. “Two.” He lands the next two much harder on the same cheek and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet continue to count, digging your nails into your palm.
He repeats the two spanks to your left cheek and takes a break to sooth your heated and raised skin with his metal hand after you’ve counted. The ground beneath your cheek is hard and unforgiving, leaving you neck bent at an odd angle. Spank seven lands on the back of your right thigh and somehow feels much stronger. “Shit! Seven, daddy.” Eight is on your left, and is just as hard. Your entire lower body aches: cunt pulsing and throbbing for his cock, thighs burning, and ass red and raw, sobbing with every impact.
“These last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.” Even with his warning, you aren’t prepared. They are hard and fast, hearing them before you feel them, knocking the breath out of you, and you try to scramble up, but Bucky holds you down. “Don’t run away from me, you know better.” All of a sudden, the sharpest and most excruciating pain blooms from your cunt, and then you hear the wet smack of his metal hand hitting your core. 
You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Bucky’s hand on the back of your head keeps you to the ground, while he slams his cock into your cunt, not stopping to let you adjust. “That’s it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.” You can’t breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Bucky’s moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust you’re sure he’s hitting your cervix.
The hand on the back of your head leaves to grab your hip, letting him fuck you even faster, the both of you sliding further and further on the floor. You try to brace yourself with your hands, but the brutality of his fucking is no match. “Daddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for, but your cunt is pulling him in, barely letting him pull out.
Bucky is practically chasing you on the floor, hips never slowing down, eyes trained on your pussy, loving the creamy white mess on his dick. “Fuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddy’s cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.” He’s in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.
“Daddy! I can’t, f-fuck, please, too much!” You’re fucking delirious with pleasure, feeling something twisting inside of you. You searched for something to hold on to, only finding smooth surface, legs locking, body seizing up.
“You can and you will take this dick, bitch. I don’t care if it makes you fucking bleed.” The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Bucky’s hips never falter, sack still ramming against your clit.The breath is knocked out of you when you feel the most intense orgasm of your life pass through you.
Keening and wailing, you squirt on Bucky’s cock, the sounds of your fucking somehow getting even more wet until the force of your orgasm pushes his cock out. Your body is left twitching. There is a much larger puddle on the floor now - your cum. Bucky could fucking cum at the sight of your pathetic body laying on the ground, body wrought with pleasure. “Fuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.” 
The entire lower half of his body is covered with your cum and Bucky swears he can feel his heartbeat in his cock. Nonetheless, he wraps his arms around your waist and hulls you over to where he kicked the couch, placing your upper half on the cushions. “You’re so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?” Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you don’t usually do anal, given how big he is, but you can’t think straight, especially after cumming so hard.
“Yes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.” Bucky groans at the thought of his excessive load running out of your ass. Leaning back, he ruts against your pussy, gathering more of your slick, before spreading your cheeks with his hands, staring at your puckered hole. He lines his cock up and watches as precum leaks from his tip.
His cock is huge, much longer and thicker than average, and he knows it. Grabbing himself near his tip, he pushes, grunting at the resistance, knowing that this would be much easier if he takes the time to prep you, but you want to be treated like a whore. “You gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else I’ll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isn’t it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.” 
He pushes harder, tip finally popping in, causing searing pain to shoot through you. Crying out, you try to pull forward to escape the burning pain, wiggling further into the couch. Bucky leans over, careful not to push in any further, he knows you need a moment, any other time you would have been fully prepped and he would have slid right in, and wraps his metal hand around your neck, shushing you, “Shhhh, stop being so dramatic.” 
After a few minutes, the pain begins to subside and your breathing calms down. Keeping his hand around your throat, he pushes in, inch by inch, and the pain comes back. You whine into the cushion, every new inch burning more than the last until his hips are flush with your ass. “What the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.”
Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasn’t thinking straight, not when your tight hole was hugging every inch of his cock. You on the other hand, were struggling, it was too much too fast. It fucking hurt, there were tears in your eyes, but your pussy was aching like it wanted more. Your clit throbbed with need, even when your ass was stretched to the brim.
You didn’t want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, “Yellow, daddy, yellow.” The hand on your neck left and Bucky maneuvered his upper body so that he could look you in the eye without moving his cock. His entire demeanor was different, back was your sweet, caring boyfriend. 
“Good girl, daddy’s so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.” Bucky caresses your face as he soothes you, bringing you back down. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your ass, driving him insane. He wants to rail you so fucking bad, tip of his cock probably purple by now, but he would never do anything you didn’t want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until you’re ready or decide to stop.
You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you loosen up and your mind goes fuzzy once again, desperate for him to move. You wiggle your hips, rocking back and forth, instead of pain, blinding pleasure courses through you. “Green, daddy. I’m ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.” Bucky lets out the most sinful groan and stills your hips with his hands.
He starts out slow, easing you into his motions, gradually gaining speed and force the louder your moans get. “Daddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!” You were practically sobbing, loving the way he was splitting you open. His hips and thighs were wet from when you squirted on him, slapping against your ass, everytime he pulled back a vulgar shlick sound could be heard.
He fucked you faster and harder, staring at where you were connected. “This fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!” He could feel his orgasm building up, fighting it off everytime his cum filled sack slapped against your pussy. Letting go of your hips he snarled, “Show daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.”
You whined, but complied anyway, digging your toes into the floor to get more leverage to keep slamming back on his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and both of your moans completely drowned out the ending of Bucky’s movie, not that either of you cared. Panting and moaning, you kept working yourself on him, feeling another orgasm bubbling up.
Meeting your thrusts, Bucky was rambling, not having one coherent thought in his head, “Look at that, give me that ass, yes! Don’t you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!” He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldn’t help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good. 
“M Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?” Bucky practically growls, getting up to his feet to squat, not missing a beat while still trusting in you. Every time his pelvis met your ass he whined and whimpered, loving the way it jiggled. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm closer.
“Not until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.” It seemed impossible, but Bucky fucked you even faster, his hips moving at a ferocious speed. He wanted to cum so fucking bad and your high pitched moans were about to make him bust. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I’m gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, I’m splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, have you leaking.”
His hand wraps around your throat and chokes you, hips still smashing against yours, your orgasm barely being held in. You try to talk, get him to let you cum, but no words come out. Bucky felt his orgasm approach, balls pulling up, “Shiiit, daddy’s gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.” Bucky cums with a long, drawn out moan. The feeling of his endless load pouring into your ass sends you over the edge and you cum so hard your vision goes black for a second. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through you. Bucky’s hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms. 
As you both catch your breaths, you feel Bucky begin to soften inside of you, still plugging your hole, stopping his cum from leaking back out. “You were so good for me, sugar. I’m so proud of you.” At those words you feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Burying your face into the cushions, a sob escapes your throat, all of your emotions finally bubbling over.
Running his hands up and down your back, Bucky soothes you. This was always his least favorite part, seeing you cry. He knows that you’re crying isn’t because of him, but there is always a twinge of fear that shoots through his body, scared that he went too far with you. Bucky pulls out as gently as he can, hissing when the air touches his spent dick, and moves to rest his back against the couch, pulling you into his lap.
Neither of you care that his cum is leaking all over. Bucky will clean the room later, after he takes care of his sweet girl. You cling to him as you sob into his neck, his hands massage your sore cheeks as he whispers in your ear, “Such a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Can’t even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. I’m right here.”
Carefully, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. When he tries to set you down you just cling on harder to him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “I gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You hesitantly let him go while he draws the bath, putting in your favorite oils. After you pee and wipe, he helps you up so you can wash your hands before sitting you both in the tub.
Bucky sits against the wall of the tub and you curl further into his lap, not wanting any space in between you. Somehow you still aren’t close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Bucky’s consuming presence, you can’t seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Bucky’s arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.
“Sweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.” You can hear the concern in Bucky’s voice, but you can’t bring yourself to move away. He’s your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. “Sweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know you’re okay.” You don’t know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.
Bucky’s entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesn’t know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didn’t want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didn’t want him to go as far as he did? You used your safe word when it got to be too much, but what if you really wanted to say red, not yellow, but wanted to please him, or felt like you had to please him. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.”
Even though you didn’t want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. “I’m okay. Just love you so much.” You could feel Bucky relax under you.
“You sure, sweets? I’ve never seen you like this before.” While some of his fears subsided, Bucky was still worried about you.
Picking your head up so you could look him in the eye, you saw just how scared Bucky truly was. “I promise, Buck, I loved every second of it. You made me feel so good and cared for. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” Bucky closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. At that moment, Bucky understood why aftercare was so important. Of course he knew you needed to be taken care of so that you knew how much he loved you, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him feel loved in a way he didn’t know was possible. 
Before the water gets cold you’ve stopped crying, making Bucky feel much better and he washes the sweat and spit off of your face and body, being extra careful with your sensitive pussy and ass. All the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you take turns kissing each other all over.
Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He lays you on the bed before grabbing your favorite lotion to put on, being extra careful when it comes to your sore ass, placing kisses in each spot after he's rubbed in the lotion.
 The marks on your face are gone by now, but Bucky still fusses over your skin care routine, knowing you don’t have the energy to complete it. After taking care of you, he climbs into bed and covers the both of you up, still naked but you don’t care. Bucky reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs some chocolate while you feed it to each other. Neither of you say much, but nothing needs said. 
You place kisses on his chest and arms, anywhere that you can reach, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him - Bucky knows. You fall asleep first, not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, Bucky moves you to his chest, cocooning you into him before he falls asleep, your head tucked carefully under his chin, legs tangled together, completely protected by him.
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years
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Needy!possessive!ex-husband Bucky sprinkled with a good amount of breeding kink. Yes? Fuck yes.
Not me taking the Steve thot I had while driving to work this morning and making it a Bucky thot bc it would fit this so nicely 🙈
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Because your ex-husband wants you back so damn bad and you've got him right where you want him because neither of you wanted to separate in the first place. It just took being apart for a while for you both to realise just how badly you want to stay together.
It's fun to dance around it for a little while though. It's fun to watch how his eyes linger on you just a few seconds too long when you walk past. It's also fun to watch him lose his mind when you bend over in front of him, forcing him to remember all the times he's bent you over and fucked himself senseless in the best cunt he's ever had. But it's even more fun to watch him seethe with rage, nostrils flaring and fists clenched when he sees another man with his hand on the small of your back, kissing you gently on the cheek as you get into your car.
That's what totally breaks him. You know he's seen it and you know it'll be the end of all this stupidity.
And sure enough, there he is at your door at 11pm that night, when he knows the kids will be fast asleep. He's not in the mood for wasting time, kissing you hungrily, the way he's dreamed of for months. Exactly the way he used to.
You gladly let him because God, you need this too. Nothing compares to the way Bucky touches you. Nothing feels as good as his hands on your skin, his teeth nipping you gently and his cock, hard and thick and throbbing inside you and you know you're not far from experiencing that again.
"Fucking hell, I missed this." He grunts, stripping your clothes, running a hand between your thighs with such confidence because he knows exactly how to touch you.
"Missed. You too." You whisper between heavy kisses that leave you gasping, pulling away from his touch to position yourself on the bed. You're on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass, showing off your glistening cunt and fuck, he's reminded why this position has always been one of his favourites.
"Shit baby, you're desperate. You know how I can tell? You're practically creamin' already and I haven't given you so much as a finger yet. No one else been fuckin' you, right angel? Hope no one's been touchin' what's mine." He growls, lining himself up with your entrance, slipping between your folds to let your arousal slick him up.
"N-no Bucky. Not been with anyone else." You gasp, fisting the sheets in impatience.
"That's what I like to hear, Mrs Barnes. Always been such a sweet little wife. Best fucking mommy to our babies too." As he reminsces, his dick presses the whole way into you, parting your soft walls in a way that has you both losing control completely. It's been so long you both know you won't last but there's nothing to be embarrassed about with someone you love and trust so much.
"How about I give you that third baby we always talked about, huh? Won't fucking matter if you don't have my ring back on your finger when you've got your tummy swollen with my baby. That motherfucker won't dream of touching my wife again. Gonna fuck you so full, he knows to stay away from you." His thrusts are relentless already, not even needing to work you up because you're already too desperate.
"Mhm fuck baby please, gimme a baby, Bucky. Knock me up. Let everyone know I'm yours again." You sob through the pleasure, empty headed as every last thrust pounds your sweet spot so perfectly it leaves you with tears in your eyes.
"Oh angel, don't be silly. You were always mine. You said so yourself, no one else touched you and I know that's fuckin' true by the mess this pretty pussy is making. Gripping me like it wants this baby more than I do." He can't even stop himself, fucking you faster and faster until you're almost convinced the pleasure is going to break you.
"Mhm shit baby, I'm gonna cum." He grunts, giving your ass one last firm squeeze before pulling out. You're slightly confused, almost dazed at the loss of his cock right as he's about to finish and you're even more dazed when two strong hands land on your hips, flipping you over onto your back, your thighs pressed to your chest as Bucky effortlessly slips back into you again.
"Body's fuckin' perfect baby, don't get me wrong but I need to see that pretty face of yours. I wanna see the look in your eye when you realise I made you a mommy again. That look you give me when I fuck so much cum into you, you feel fuller already." His hand holds your chin gently, making you keep your eyes on him and it's so incredibly perfect as his orgasm takes over.
Through every groan and stutter of his hips, he keeps his eyes open and on you. Pleasure numbs every one of his senses, a need to breed you taking over as his cock shoots the most delicious load as deep inside you as your body will allow him.
After he's finished, he stays inside you, keeping you plugged, rutting so gently as he uses his thumb to rub your clit between your bodies, bringing you to your own earth shattering orgasm. "That's it sweets, let your body suck my cum deeper. God, I can't wait to see you pregnant again. Gonna be thinking of nothing else until we know for certain. Gotta make sure it worked though, guess another round would do no harm." He smirks, slipping the same thumb past your lips as his thrusts resume, just as intense as before.
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rookthorne · 1 year
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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁
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Pairing // Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count // 4.5k Warnings // swearing, pet names, fluff, suggestive lyrics and behaviour, smut (praise kink, implied piv, fingering, oral - m receiving) Author's Note // my first writing project of 2023 and I had an absolute fucking ball with this, thank you @buckyismybicycle for allowing me to join this universe and I can't fucking wait to build this world with you!
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Ecstasy burned through your veins like wildfire, the bass becoming the rhythm of your heart; when his honeyed words shattered your resolve, you could only hold on for the ride.
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Chaos. It was chaos. Members of the sound crew hurried back and forth, while the sound of wheels over grates and metal grinded your senses into a frenzy. Another night, another show, and another opportunity to question just how the fuck you landed here. 
Against your better judgement, you had followed Bucky to the next state over - the reasoning that you were tired of routine, spontaneity was something you craved, and Bucky supplied it. Maybe all too readily, if you were being honest.
The band had welcomed you like one of their own, embracing you into their fold of misfits and black sheep, and it was natural that you would latch onto Nat’s company more than most. The fiery redhead was fast, sharp, and lethal - no way in hell would you want to find yourself on the business end of her boot heels. 
Crew members continued to swarm and congregate around you, flocking to corners of the stage and making last minute adjustments before soundcheck. Tonight’s show would be intense, according to Bucky, at least. 
“I know you’re gonna love this set, sweetheart,” Bucky said that morning, conveniently still laid up in bed with you pulled flush to his muscled and tattooed chest, and he wasn’t letting you go. “Jus’ have to make one last change.”
You looked up at him sleepily, blinking the sleep from your eyes and simultaneously praying that the vision before you wasn't a dream. “Why’s that, baby?”
Bucky said nothing, his expression curiously blank while the corner of his lip began to lift in a coy smirk. “Patience, you’ll see.”
The rest of your morning was full of recounting - much to your frustration - the moments Bucky did in fact, make you scream the night before. Each memory that resurfaced was a chip away at your resolve to not jump his Bucky’s bones, instead, you settled for squeezing your thighs as you rested against a dormant speaker. 
Deep breath: in for four, out for four, you thought. 
“Doll!” 
Shit.
You whipped around at the sound of Bucky’s voice. He was standing with Nat and Clint who was shot gunning Monster cans like it was nobody’s business. Scott, the most laidback of the lot, was nowhere to be seen. “C’mere!” 
Being the tall, dark, and broody siren he was, you couldn’t resist his call.
“She looks exhausted, Buck,” Nat commented, her blunt appraisal brought heat to the tips of your ears. Damn it, you cursed. “Never mind the fact you were up all fucking night rocking the damn bus.”
Bucky only laughed as you hid your face behind your hands, only slightly resisting the pull of his arm around your shoulders. “Leave her alone, Nat,” Bucky said while he squeezed your arm and used his free hand to shove Nat on the shoulder. “Don’t think I don’t know about you and your victims.”
“Shut the fuck up, Barnes,” Nat groused while turning on her heels and with more grace than you thought possible, flipping Bucky off while simultaneously fiddling with her beloved bass, the slap of her boots echoing amongst the chaos. 
“Huh, look at that,” Bucky mused, a ghost of a laugh in his voice. “Off to find another one.”
Clint snorted and flipped the drum sticks in his hands, the fluidity of his movements hypnotising. “How’re you doin’, Clint?” You asked around a yawn and you let Bucky pull you closer, your front now snug against his. 
“Yeah, good,” Clint paused while he looked around the stage. “Need more caffeine.”
“You have any more caffeine, brother, you’ll be on a different fuckin’ planet when it’s set time,” Bucky warned, a brow raised. 
Clint laughed, a full belly laugh, and saluted. “Ain’t that the point, Buck?”
“Whatever,” Bucky sighed, shaking his head while he watched Clint’s retreating back. “I dunno how he’s still breathin’ with all that shit.”
“It’s a miracle,” you said quietly, and Bucky laughed. 
“You ready for tonight, sweetheart?”
“I hope so,” you said, unable to keep the suspicion from your tone. “Sound check is now, isn’t it?” Bucky nodded and looked up to watch the crew working at a much more sedate pace. 
“I want you to wait in the bus,” Bucky began and you looked up sharply. “Trust me.” He leant down and captured your lips in a kiss that was too hungry for its own good. Pulling away, Bucky rested his forehead on yours, his heated breath fanning over your lips. “Can you do that for me?”
“Alright.”
Bucky smirked, his eyes flashing with mischief. “Good girl.”
Time flew by with your trepidation mounting, the minutes only served to make you twitch and fidget with excitement - set time was nearing and nearing, approaching faster than a cheetah on cocaine, a comparison that would have made Clint howl with laughter, if he were here. 
The band would be doing the final checks before their set by now, and you felt out of place being on the bus that served as your reminder for your unwilling promise. Bucky had asked you to stay put in the bus until he, or someone else, came and got you. You had already decided you wanted to be in the crowd for this one - the possibility of the very rush you felt only the other night was too good to pass up, and if it was to be as intense as Bucky inferred, you were certainly in for a treat. 
A sudden series of bangs against the bus door made you jump, your glass almost slipping from your grip. 
“Hey!” A voice called, muffled but still loud. “Bucky asked me to come grab you for the show!”
“Coming!” You managed to stifle the disappointment from not having Bucky collect you, you knew he was a busy man. “Hang on.” The door opened wide to reveal a brunette with a bright expression, he was rocking on the balls of his feet and when he looked up to find you in the doorway, it was a wonder you weren’t knocked off your feet by his excitement. 
“I’m Peter, by the way,” he introduced himself, offering his hand to help you down the steps. “Bucky said you wanted to be amongst the crowd for tonight's show, so he’s set you up in the VIP section.”
“Awesome,” you said, grinning wide. Peter gestured to the gates and you followed closely behind as he strode towards the gates, his radio chattering non-stop. 
The floor was shaking with the bass from Cap Quartet’s final song while Peter hung back with you for the song to finish. You discovered that while he was only young, he had risen the ranks quickly and often travelled with Bucky’s band under the employment of Sharon.
Riley’s voice echoed from centre stage and Peter urged you forward through a gate where he directed you to security.
In a flurry of movements and even more chaos, your middle was finally pressed against the front fence of the VIP section while adrenaline began to pump in earnest through your veins. The music hadn’t even started yet and you were vibrating with excitement. The mystique and unknown nature of the set tonight left you feeling slightly breathless while people of all walks of life flooded the open ground of the pit, pushing and falling over one another to get the prime position at the front. 
It was almost time.
The lights dimmed, an inescapable and palpable excitement rolled from the crowd around you, cries and whoops of adrenaline crescendoed into a dull roar. The stage, once lit by bright spotlights, turned dark with shadows; shrouding the devil you knew lurked within them.
“Hello, fuckers,” Bucky said over the mic, and pandemonium reigned. 
Spotlights snapped on and Bucky was silhouetted from behind, his arms wide while his guitar hung from his neck; the tattoos on his arms and sides blazed proudly, shown off by the muscle tank he chose to pair with deliciously tight ripped and distressed jeans. By some miracle, he sensed your unabashed stare and met your eye, throwing you a wink before the lights finally centred on him - a beacon for all those who found solidarity in his music. 
“How we doin’ tonight?” Bucky yelled into the mic, pacing the stage and looking out amongst the sea of bodies. You watched as a grin grew on his lips at the crowd’s nonsensical scream. “I said,” he repeated smugly, “how are we doin’ tonight!”
Bucky’s booming voice gave way to a laugh as the cries from the audience bolstered his energy, you could tell by the way his fingers twitched over the strings of his guitar. It was near impossible to block out what those very same fingers had you begging for him to do last night. 
Desperate to distract yourself, you glanced around at the others. Nat stood tall, her spiked and heeled leather boots shining in the light. Her expression was full of righteous arrogance as she looked out at the audience when she caught your eye, a wide smirk gracing her blood red lips. Scott was jumping up and down on the spot, amped and absolutely unable to control the energy coursing through his veins. At the back of the stage, Clint sat behind the set of drums like it was a throne, flipping and twirling his sticks with caffeinated enthusiasm. 
“Tonight is a very special set,” Bucky called to cheers and whoops. His gaze met yours and he smirked, making his way to stand front and centre, right in front of you. “Now let’s fuckin’ hear it.” The crowd went wild as the lights changed, an orange and red glow through the haze of bodies and smoke. 
The opening notes of the song rang out from Scott’s guitar before Clint kickstarted the bass, Nat and Bucky following suit with rousing riffs that made your heart quake in your chest. 
Well, it's midnight, damn right
We're wound up too tight,
I've got a fist full of whiskey
The bottle just bit me,
Oh, that shit makes me bat shit crazy
We've got no fear, no doubt
All in balls out!
Bucky’s rasp made the song sound just as intense, and you could feel the freedom of just being built up from your toes - he did not lie, intense was an understatement. 
We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We're going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight,
With every line he sang, Bucky pointed at the crowd, a resounding “HEY!” echoing off the walls and into the night. His smile was priceless. 
We're screaming like demons
Swinging from the ceiling,
I got a fist full of fifties
Tequila just hit me,
People around you were jumping on the spot, screaming and shouting along with Bucky’s voice while he bounded around the stage - it was a wonder he stayed on key. To hell with it, you thought, and joined the crowd, jumping up and down without a care in the world while your heart pumped ecstasy through your veins. 
Oh, we got no class, no taste
No shirt, and shit faced,
We got it lined up, shot down
Firing back straight crown,
You laughed aloud with the lyrics and Bucky looked down at you amongst the sea of faces, his pupils were blown with adrenaline and his hair had begun to plaster to his forehead with sweat. If you hadn’t been staring avidly you would have missed his subtle glance down your body, nor the predatory glint in his eyes.
If only you knew what was next. 
Choruses and solos passed with even more rousing cries from the crowd and you were breathless, almost unable to bear even an ounce more adrenaline. 
Someone in the audience threw a literal bra on stage and Bucky caught it one handed, a sly grin cracking his features like a chisel through marble. “Hey, Clint!” Bucky called and you watched as Bucky threw the bra towards the drummer who caught it in a singular second break to hang it off a cymbal. Bucky’s eyes found you in the crowd again and he licked his lips, staring at your heaving chest when the next bridge started. 
Bucky’s voice started softer for these few lines, while Nat’s bass line shone through. 
Ticking like a time bomb
Drinking till the nights gone,
Well, get your hands off of this glass
Last call my ass,
His voice grew in volume and intensity, the baritone literally hammering your heart in its rhythm. You felt like you were floating, the adrenaline fully consuming you in its waves and drowning you. 
Well, no chain, no lock
And this train won't stop,
We got no fear, no doubt
All in balls out!
Bucky held the last note for so long you watched the veins in his neck stand out in relief; the memory of seeing him above you just like that was too much, you felt faint and far too turned on. Get it together!
We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We're going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight!
The final notes of the song echoed off the stage where it mingled with shouts and screams, the crowd was amped up and feral in its intensity. 
Bucky was literally dripping with sweat as he came to stand right in front of you again, his breathless voice calling into the audience, but you couldn’t hear over the pounding in your ears. The muscle tank he was wearing had rode up in his exuberance, showing just a peek of where you had left your mark on him. 
“Holy fuck,” you whispered. The world came into focus again when you took a deep breath.
“This next one is next fuckin’ level, you hellions,” Bucky yelled, snatching a bottle of water from off stage while his guitar swung around. “Are you ready!”
“YES!”
“I didn’t hear you,” Bucky hummed, grinning. “I said, ARE YOU READY!”
The roar from the crowd was unintelligible and deafening, and Bucky looked down to stare at you with a wolfish grin. You suddenly felt the apprehension from earlier return with a vengeance. 
What the fuck was he planning?
Scott began the beginning riffs of the mystery song when Bucky and Nat started, then Clint on the kick bass. The percussive sound rattled your bones and you finally realised…
Oh, that smug bastard. You grinned widely and Bucky winked back, when the intro began. 
Got to meet the hottie with the million dollar body
They say it's over budget
But you'd pay her just to touch it, come on,
The crowd rushed forward and you shouted along with Bucky, keeping your gaze locked with his face as he moved his fingers like it was second nature, his expression warping from concentration to sly smugness in a flash. 
Needs to hit the big screen
And shoot a little love scene
If Hollywood had called her
She'd be gone before ya hollered, come on,
Bucky watched you as he sang into the mic, his foot tapping with the beat while Nat, Scott, and Clint played to perfection. The next verse was fast paced and Bucky kept pace like he was made to.
Dirty little lady with the pretty pink thong
Every sugar daddy hittin’ on her all night long
Doesn't care about the money
She could be with anybody
Ain't it funny how the honey wanted you all along,
The bass increased tenfold, rattling your bones and your heart hammered to keep pace to keep you standing. You couldn’t focus, you could only see the way Bucky was staring at you as he worked the neck of his guitar and sang with such allure it was like he was fucking you from only a few feet away. 
You saw in your mind's eye how Bucky loomed over you the night before, driving his hips into you with animalistic ferocity. It was a shock he hadn’t split you in half after he made you come undone over and over again. “Fuckin’ look at you, sweetheart,” Bucky purred, his lips just inches from your pulse point. “Look at how you’re takin’ me.”
You're ripping up the dance floor, honey
You shake your ass around for everyone,
I love the way you dance with anybody
And tease them all by sucking on your thumb,
You're so much cooler
When you never pull it out,
Nat’s voice merged seamlessly with the chants of the crowd, but you could not look away from Bucky’s stare as he held the lead. He had you pinned to the spot with the inferno roiling away in your guts, the coil set to spring. 
Cause you look so much cuter
With something in your mouth,
The world froze, a juxtaposition to the hellscape that was your body. Smug bastard, you thought, and taking the invitation to tease, you opened your mouth and flattened your tongue; a striking imitation of how you had taken his cock that morning.
Bucky tensed and his eyes narrowed, but he didn’t falter. 
Crafty little lip tricks
Tattoos on her left hip,
She bending as your spending
There's no end to it so baby, come on,
Dressed up like a princess
Bettin' that her skin smells better
Than the scent of every flower in the desert, come on,
Bucky’s voice sounded heavier, the hedonistic image fuelling the fire. You were fucking doomed tonight; you knew that for sure. The chorus gave Bucky a breather, and he took the opportunity to bound back and forth over the stage to absorb the kinetic frenzy of people flocking to his every move. 
The next verse was softer and Bucky made sure to stand front and centre once more while his fingers worked effortlessly through the rifts; teasing you mercilessly with unnecessary flicks of his fingers and come hither gestures. 
Bastard. 
She loves the night scene bar queen
Living for the fun taking over
Every dance floor like she's the only one,
In the spotlight all night dissing everyone
And trying to look so innocent
While sucking on her thumb,
Bucky pointed right at you, his gaze scorching with its intensity and he bent at the hip, miraculously keeping time with the others - even with the start of a sizable tent in his jeans. You looked up at him through your lashes and smirked. 
You're so much cooler
When you never pull it out,
So much cuter
With something in your mouth,
You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out again. Teasing him was too much fun, and you swore he snarled in frustration, wrestling with the animal within him to keep time with the others. The chorus began again and Bucky bounded off and you trailed his every move with keen eyes, his ass perfectly on show; you wanted to grab ahold of it like you did last night, urge him further, faster.
The outro was epic and Bucky stood next to Scott, back-to-back as they played the riffs with precision. 
You're so much cooler
When you never pull it out,
Cause you look so much cuter
With something in your-
Clint’s kick bass thundered around the venue and it marked the end. Screams and cheers echoed from the crowd and the lights dimmed low, you could see the band milling about the stage, knocking back bottles of water, or Monster - in Clint’s case. 
“Thank you, fuckers, for the killer set!” Bucky boomed, and he was bathed in light by the softer spotlights. He was flushed red with exertion; his hair was plastered to his forehead and neck with sweat and his tattoos glistened. The others looked almost identical - exhausted and thoroughly spent. Bucky’s yell was met with more cheers and whoops, a universal applause for a job well done. 
People began to filter out towards the exits and merch stands when Bucky knelt down on stage and gestured to a security guard, and you watched as he pointed towards you. They exchanged a few words, the guard followed Bucky’s finger and nodded curtly. “Ma’am,” he said once he neared. “Barnes wants you backstage.”
You couldn’t scramble over the fence fast enough. 
“You guys did amazing!” You gushed, running towards Nat, Scott, and Clint. Bucky was nowhere to be seen. “That was insane!”
They all tiredly said their thanks and downed more drinks and food, when Bucky appeared. “Glad you thought so- oof!”
You collided with Bucky, ignorant of how he stumbled to catch you in your haste; if you didn’t do something to get a release, you would go insane. Bucky placed his bottle down and lifted you from the floor, the plains of muscles in his shoulders, chest, and arms rippling with the effort and it was all you could do not to pass out on the spot. 
The kiss you pulled him into was all hunger; teeth and tongue clashing with fervour you’d never felt before, you needed him. 
You pulled back just enough to calm the roar of blood in your ears. “Need you, now, please, I can’t-”
“Get a fucking room!” Nat yelled, rolling her eyes. 
Bucky glanced over your shoulder and threw Nat a glare before flipping her off. “Plan to!” He called over his shoulder as he turned on his heel and barged into a - blessedly - empty room off the hallway to the stage. 
“Fuck, doll,” Bucky gasped when you squirmed, your ass rubbing against the tent at his crotch. “Couldn’t fuckin’ handle your teasin’.”
“I know,” you whispered, smirking as you ran a hand through his hair while he stared at you. His pupils were entirely blown, only a slither of stormy grey visible. “Need you, please,” you whined.
“Dunno if you deserve it, sweetheart,” Bucky growled and you looked up at him in shock. What the fuck? “Teasin’ me the entire set? That’s jus’ cruel.”
Oh, fuck. That should not have turned you on so much. You gulped when you felt your cunt clench around nothing. 
“That get you, sweetheart, hmm?” Bucky hummed. He lowered you to the floor so you were standing on your own, remarkably shaky, two feet. “Don’t you lie to me, who am I?”
Desire shrouded any sense of preservation, your inhibitions disappearing like the slick down your thighs. You were so fucking doomed. The mumbled reply you gave didn’t seem to please Bucky because he glared, his figure casting a shadow over you. 
“Say that again for me, a lil’ louder.” Bucky’s finger came to rest under your chin and he forced your head up so you’d meet his eyes. “I know you want to.”
“Yes, master,” you whispered, the slight humour of the other night not lost on either of you. 
Bucky chuckled darkly. “Good girl.” He crowded you against the wall and pinned you with his knee between your thighs and you moaned weakly at the sudden pressure. “Tell me what you want, sweet thing, c’mon.”
“You, you, I want you, please,” you rushed, trying with all your might not to whimper while he attacked your throat with open-mouthed kisses. 
Bucky fumbled with the belt of your pants and you giggled, taking the reprieve to breath your way through the dizziness. Not even a minute later you stood pinned to the wall, your pants bunched at your ankles while Bucky teased your clit with his thumb. The coil was already tightly poised, you were not going to last long at all. 
“Please, please, Bucky, need-” 
“I know what you need, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed, his eyes watching you intently before he dived back down to mark your neck. He pushed in with two fingers and the sudden pressure made you cry out. “That’s it, easy, be good for me,” Bucky hushed, straightening up to stare down at you and how you were unravelling. “You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?”
You nodded feverishly against the onslaught of pleasure, he was tenacious in his exploration and he knew, even in this short of a time, where every single spot was to make you sing. 
“I want you to come for me,” Bucky huffed against your lips before he placed a bruising kiss to silence you. “I need you to come, let go,” he punctuated his words with a firm swipe against that spot, his dextrous fingers repeating the motion non-stop until your thighs shook. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
“Oh, god, Buck-” 
Your vision whited out with the intensity. Bucky held you and coaxed you through with gentler touches. “That’s it, good girl, such a good girl for me,” he whispered while peppering your face with soft kisses you barely registered. 
The waves ebbed and flowed, and you finally looked up dazedly to stare back at him. Bucky smiled softly. “There’s my girl,” he whispered. You couldn’t help but feel a flood of emotion in your blissed out state when Bucky’s painfully hard dick rubbed against your thigh; his breath hitch was quiet enough you would have missed it, if you hadn’t been listening for it in the first place. 
“Wan’ your cock, Bucky,” you whined suddenly and Bucky groaned. “Please, need it.”
You lowered yourself to your knees, kissing and biting your way down Bucky’s chiselled chest and stomach, all while his dick twitched with need the closer you got. You made short work of his briefs and reached out to collect the dribble of precum that was in danger of going to waste. “Oh, god,” Bucky moaned as he watched you lick your finger clean. “Fuck.”
Slowly, you began to move your hand up and down his length while he bit back his whimpers. “Wanna hear you, Buck,” you whispered, moving forward to suckle at the tip. The sight above you was distracting, to say the least; the flush covering his neck and chest added a pop of extra colour to his tattoos, his chest heaved for breath and his hands flew everywhere but where you wanted them. 
Bucky startled when you grabbed hold of his hand and put it to the back of your head, and with a sultry glance back up to watch what you were about to do to him, you relaxed your jaw and inched forward until your eyes watered. “Oh, fucking hell,” he gasped, the grip on your hair tight. 
Staying like that for a moment, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. “Fuck! Baby, oh-” You would have giggled if his length wasn’t heavy on your tongue.
You pulled back for air but you kept the tip in your mouth, lapping at it with your flattened tongue. “You look so cute, kitten,” Bucky praised, the rasp in his voice lowering the octave while he caressed your cheek. “With my cock in your mouth, god, look at you.”
It would be one of your biggest achievements, making him come as hard and as fast as you did, and for damn sure you would hold it over his head; you were nothing if not competitive, and you couldn’t wait to be pulled down from your pedestal. 
And, the next morning, if Bucky’s voice was even more raspy than normal - it was no one’s business. 
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notafunkiller · 5 months
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What if I am too much?
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Summary: When Sam's girlfriend calls you clingy, you decide to give Bucky some space. What you don’t know is that he doesn’t want any space. None at all.
Pairing: 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: 2.2K
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A/N: I want to thank @marvelouslizzie for her help!
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
“Oh, you’re alone?”
You turn your head in the direction of the voice and smile politely. You don’t recognize this woman, but she looks at you like she does.
“Uh, yes. Hello!”
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
You instantly blush, ashamed, and search for Bucky’s face in the crowd. Nowhere to be found. Damn it!
“No, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she says before coming next to you. “I’m Misty.” Brunette, tall and beautiful.
“Where did we meet?”
“Sam’s birthday, but I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. You were too busy clinging to Bucky’s side all night.” 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.
It’s not like Bucky’s. It’s more... robotic.
“Clinging?” You ask confused.
“Yeah, you know, always sitting with him, holding his arm, following him around.”
You puff, already annoyed by this random woman. “Following him around? I’m not a dog!”
“Didn’t say you are a dog, honey. Just pointing out the obvious.”
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-friend’s girlfriend. Your anger can wait.
“Alright, but how does my clinging affect you, though?”
“Oh, don’t take it so personally! I just meant to be friendly. It’s a girl’s advice. Live a little, being insecure is not gonna save your relationship.”
A piece of advice no one asked for. A take you never even considered. You’re not insecure and you’re definitely not keeping Bucky to your side all the time. You don’t… He is free to do whatever the hell he wants.
“Thank you.”
She has the audacity to laugh. “Don’t be so defensive, honey! Gonna get a cocktail, want some?”
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 complained…
You never thought sitting with Bucky is a sign of clinginess. You thought it’d 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, Bucky’s 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. You’re sick and tired and you miss him, but you want to give him some space. You’ve been suffocating him for so long... You make sure to cry only when he’s 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 you’re close to giving up, you remember Sam’s 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.
You’re 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 don’t expect is him trying to get on top of you to tickle you with a huge smile on his face. He’s so adorable.
“B-Bucky, stop!” You laugh as his hands get under your T-shirt. He loves making you laugh no matter how he does it. “N-no.”
“Oh, I will,” 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.
“Bucky!”
He puffs, annoyed. “Why the fuck are you wearing a bra in the house, bubba?”
“Cause it’s a bra?” You ask back sarcastically, but you know this is weird. You always complain about needing to wear it outside. But inside? It’s even worse.
“Unacceptable.” 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.
“B-Bucky, come on, your hair is a little wet!”
“Bubba, please...”
“Bucky! Why did you do that?” He immediately takes his head out of your T-shirt, and you almost cry. He looks do lost and scared.
“Baby, do you not want me anymore?”
“What the fuck?” 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.
“You don’t let me touch you. You don’t want to cuddle with me. You don’t wake me up with kisses. You don’t get on top of me You don’t hug me! What did I do?”
Your heart aches for both of you. “Wasn’t that better?”
“Better for who?” He cries. “This was the worst week of my life since Hydra.”
“Unfortunately, that cannot be true, Bucky.” You sigh, getting closer to him. “I thought you like space...”
“I do, but not with my fucking baby!”
You melt at his words, truth be told. He said it so passionately, but you’re so confused.
“I thought I was being too clingy, touching you too much, you know?”
“What? Where did this come from?”
You close your eyes. How are you supposed to answer this without sounding like a petty bitch?
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it does!” You feel his hands grabbing your face so you can look at him. “It means I did something wrong.”
You frown, upset that he thinks that. He’s been nothing but kind, understanding, and loving to you, and you hate how he feels like he failed you or something.
“Sam’s 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...” 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.
“Jesus, baby! I don’t give a goddamn shit about what they say, you aren’t allowed to listen to anyone! Just let me touch you.”
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.
“I thought you’re gonna break up with me, honey.” He whispers in your ear. “I was terrified when you didn’t let me cuddle with you.”
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” You don’t 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. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”
“I should be the one saying that, not you, bubba.” He leaves a kiss on your shoulder. “God, I missed you so much, it feels surreal to touch you.”
“I love you, I’m sorry.”
“Promise to never do this shit ever again!”
“I’ll try,” you murmur. “I didn’t realize you want me to touch you so much.”
Bucky lifts your head. “You know I have to punish you for that, right?”
“Punish me?” You ask surprised.
“Yeah, for believing some stranger over your man. For pulling away and giving me a heart attack. And for depriving yourself of my cuddling skills.”
You giggle. “What if I let you suck my nipples for a whole week anytime you wanted?”
“I already do that!” Bucky lifts your T-shirt as he speaks, and you gasp.
“You do not!”
“Yes, I do. Remember when I came home from the last mission and I made you come by-” He lowers his head and licks your right breast, avoiding your nipple.
“Fuck you, tease!”
“I am the tease?!” He snorts, continuing to lick.
“You’re always the tease. Now kiss me and gimmie your cock.”
“I won’t give you anything until I punish you.”
“Jamie!” You scream when he turns you around, ripping off your shorts in half, along with your underwear before placing you on his thighs. “What the fuck?”
“What the fuck to you for keeping yourself away from me.” 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.
“F-fuck!”
“Count.”
You groan. “Jamie...” He spanks you again but harder, and this time you moan. “T-two.”
“Nope, we start over.”
“O-one.”
“Good girl!”
The third and fourth aren’t as hard as you want and you find yourself wiggling your ass in the air.
“Harder.”
“Harder?” He snorts, amused, and before he can bring his flesh hand in the air, you grab his metal arm.
“Please, daddy, use this one!”
Daddy? It didn’t take too long for you to get back in the mood.
“Can’t use it, baby, I’m sorry.”
“No!” You cry. “I need it, pleaseee. I’ll ride your face as many times as you w-want.”
Bucky still doesn’t agree. “Baby, it would hurt.”
“Let it hurt!”
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.
“I said slap! Do you want me to hover?”
“I can fucking hurt you.”
“I told you to hurt me!” You beg. “Please, honey! Please, please, please.”
He does it again, not hard enough for you, but you count anyway. Again and again.
“Jesus, you’re making my thighs so wet. You’re such a little whore for me.”
“I’m your whore. Always, daddy, please!”
Bucky’s 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. “You’re so dirty sometimes, but also such a good girl taking your punishment perfectly.”
“I am sorry,” you whisper.
“For what exactly?”
You pout, grabbing his face. “For all of it. But you’re you, Bucky. You’re the greatest guy in the world, I just didn’t want to be annoying.”
“You were annoying when you didn’t let me even hug you.”
You know that, but sometimes you can’t help but do dumb things, thinking about him. “I wanted you to be happy.”
“Well, I wasn’t happy, obviously. And neither were you, bubba. Promise me you’ll talk to me first next time.”
“I was just stupid…”
“No.” You feel his thumb all over your lips. “You were worried. I love you and I really need your touch, okay?”
“I noticed,” you laugh.
“Good, now feed me my boobs, and then I wanna see you riding my face as you negotiated.”
You fake sigh and grab your boob. “Open up.”
*
You’re not sure how to react when Bucky drags you straight to Sam and his girlfriend as soon as you get inside the museum.
“Hey, Buck-”
“Who do you think you are?”
Misty gasps while Sam and you freeze.
“Wow, wow, wow, man. Hold on a sec, what is going on?”
“What is going on, Samuel?” Bucky asks rhetorically through his teeth. “Ask 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 we’ll have a big problem.” Bucky turns his head to look at Misty. “From one metal arm to another. Wanna try me?”
“You did what? What the hell?”
Misty frowns, staring at you. “You went to complain to him for giving you a friendly, harmless advice?”
Bucky instantly grabs her metal arm wrist before you can answer.
“You got three seconds to beg for her forgiveness before I snap your hand in half. And I am not bluffing.”
Sam doesn’t even try to get between them, simply watching, and Misty immediately gets teary.
“I’m... sorry.”
Bucky shakes his head, squeezing her wrist. Holy shit! You haven’t seen him like this in ages. “Didn’t hear you.”
“I am sorry. I should have minded my own business!”
“Yes, you should’ve,” you say without regret. “But I forgive you.”
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 don’t even care if someone can hear you as you speak. “Fuck, I wanna suck your cock so badly!”
Bucky laughs. “I see. In the car… is that okay for you?”
You get on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Perfect.”
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A plot
A/N: Do I have issues? Yes. Is one of those issues being shadowbanned? NOT ANYMORE, BABYYYY! I’m going to celebrate with some solid Bucky-stuff. Enjoy! Prompt: “Well, that was plan A and B. Now what?” “Have I told you about plan Z, yet?” 
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 Pairing: College!AU Bucky Barnes x female reader
Contains: language, Steve, Sam and Bucky being absolute NERDS, fluff, smut (MDNI), fingering, praise-kink, p in v, oral (f receiving), cream-pie, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Bucky being a vocal fucker, overstimulation, biting, mentions of drinking, Bucky being HOT
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  “Okay, but I’m just saying, hypothetically, would you murder someone for me?” You asked Steve with feigned seriousness. “What the hell kind of question is that?” “A very important one to our friendship, Steve.” “Okay, yes, I guess I would.” “Okay, again, hypothetically, could that someone be James?” He frowned and put his controller down. “Dude…” “I’m just saying, I gotta know where on the friendship-scale I am!” You held your hands up in defeat. “Actually, that’s a good question, that I would also like the answer to.” Bucky interjected, looking up from his phone. “I need to know if I have to sleep with one eye open.” Steve rolled his eyes. “You two are damn idiots.” “You love us.” You said with a grin. “Jamie, are you ever going to get off tinder?” “Nah, I haven’t reached the final boss.” “Pfht. Nerd.”   “He’s not a nerd, he’s a whore.” Sam retorted without looking up from his book.
How you ended up in the same room as certified nerd, Steve Rogers, actual BirdwatcherTM Sam Wilson and notorious playboy James “Bucky” Barnes was beyond you. You knew Sam from years back, and when he introduced them to you, you were sure you’d just straight up hate each other. But no. They had accepted you so quickly, most people found it weird – not many people were granted the VIP access to the Sam/Bucky/Steve-experience, and you had heard several chatters around campus that you were sleeping your way through them. You scoffed at that. You knew you were fully in when you beat Steve massively in Call of Duty, although he vehemently denies it. Sam won’t let him live it down.
If you even thought about sleeping with Steve, bile rose in your throat. It would be just as weird as doing the devil’s tango with Sam – Bucky, though, was an entirely different story. Not that it mattered, because he was not interested in you, and you weren’t really one who had a lot of friends, so you refused to let your minor crush get in the way. Even though Bucky often reminded you of a shaggy rescue-dog from the pound. It might hurt just a little that he was on Tinder and doing his best to date literally anyone but you, but you tried not to let it get to you too much.
“Oh, shit. Can you guys go to the kitchen and grab me some of those cookies?” Steve asked through gritted teeth, tilting his controller and his eyes narrowed at the screen. You glanced at Bucky, who just shrugged. “Why would we need to be two to get you cookies?” Steve glanced at Sam, who was staring at Steve with an unreadable expression. “Oh, uh… Because I also would like a Gatorade.” Sam said. “You could just get off your lazy ass and get one.” You replied but stood anyway and gestured for Bucky to stay in the bed. “I got it, it’s fine.” “You sure? I’ll be more than happy to carry something, doll.” You smiled at him and winked. “I’m a big girl, I have two hands. I got it.” You missed the boys exchange a look – Bucky wasn’t aware either, because his eyes were trained on your ass when you left the room. You did however hear Steve grumble something suspiciously like idiots in love when you left the room, and something like a hard-back book hitting a face, followed by a disgruntled fuck you, punk. Life with the boys.
 Two days later, you were sitting under a tree in the campus-garden, your head on Bucky’s legs and his fingers carding through your hair with his flesh hand, while his metal one kept a tight hold on the book, he was reading. You never asked about it, and he didn’t tell you – not that it mattered much to you, because Bucky was Bucky, and the metallic sheen that always followed him was a part of that. The sun was warming your body and when you looked at Bucky, you saw light freckles spread over his nose. It was cute. “Steve asked me something weird the other day.” He mumbled. You looked up at him. “You too?” Bucky frowned. “Wait, he was weird with you too?” You nodded and his fingers stilled in your hair. “Yup. I’m serious. I don’t know why he’s so invested in my love-life.” You replied. “God, right!? He’s been all up in my business lately, Buck, did you delete tinder? Bucky, have you considered that maybe what you’re looking for is right in front of you?” He imitated Steve’s voice. “He’s acting like I’m dying in a week.” “How weird. He asked me if I had ever considered dating someone from our friend group.” You felt the heat on your cheeks. “And I told him we’re like four people, Steve, and I’m one of them.” You both sat quietly for a moment. “Do you think Steve is trying to set me up with one of you?” You mused. Bucky shrugged. “I don’t know, honestly. Steve’s weird. That’s why he’s an art major.” You laughed and closed your eyes, when Bucky’s fingers began moving through your hair again. “He is weird, isn’t he?” “Just like you.” You scoffed. “I’m not weird.” He chuckled. “Liar. We literally had an hour-long conversation about if I would still love you if you were a sour gummy worm.” You nodded. “It was very important to know!” You laughed. “And if I recall, you were the one who told me I’d look great as a blue and pink gummy worm, and that you didn’t like sour gummy worms, so you were sure you wouldn’t eat me, but just keep me in your pocket at all times.” “And I stand by that.” He grinned at you. “Steve even agreed that you’d be a cute gummy worm.” “Steve is wise like that.”   “Also, he’s very in love with Sam.” Bucky stated. “Oh, I’ve never seen anything like it.” You laughed. “He’s simping so hard, it actually hurts to look at.” “They’ll figure it out in their own time. Sometimes it takes a while to see that friendship isn’t all you want, you know?” You did. “Yeah.” It was quiet for a moment, before Bucky’s phone rang. “Yo, Steve, what’s up?” You could hear the muffled sound of Steve talking, and Bucky frowned and looked down at you. “Wait, seriously?” You frowned too and sat up. “No, I mean, sure, she can… I just… They literally just did that, right? Isn’t it weird that’s it’s already…” He sighed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll let her know.” He hung up and looked at you. “It looks like you have to stay at our place for a while.” “Wait, what?” you pouted. “It smells like ass in your place, no offense.” “Offense very much taken, I try to keep a clean house, I’ll have you know.” He sighed and tightened his bun, blowing a few strands of long hair out of his face. “Anyway, your roommate talked to Steve, for some reason, and your place is getting fumigated.” “Again?” You groaned. “I can’t deal. Literally. Bugs. Again?” He shrugged. “Steve said you’re welcome to stay at our place.” “Thanks. I’ll just call him, hang on.” You pulled your own phone out and saw a few messages from your roommate, telling you to stay very far away from the dorm, because it was nasty as hell and smelled like death. Great. You called Steve. “Hi, Y/N.” “Hey, uh… Thanks for letting me stay while my place gets fixed up.” “Yeah, no issue. I mean, we don’t have a spare room, so you probably have to bunk with Bucky.” You frowned and felt heat rise on your cheeks and neck. “Uh… You have a couch, Steve. I’m not stealing Bucky’s bed.” “Oh. I just thought that maybe…” He trailed off and you heard whispers in the background. “Yeah, cool. Uhm, I think you still have a few t-shirts here from last time, so… You guys just head on back when you’re ready.” You smiled. “Sure. Thanks, Steve. I’ll cook tonight as a thank you.” You hung up and immediately clutched your phone to your chest, when Bucky shouted happily. “YES!” You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What? I can’t eat Sam’s shitty Mac’N’Cheese again.” You laughed.
At the boys’ place, Steve and Sam was leaning over the rackety table in the kitchen, heads close together. “Are you even sure, that they’re into each other?” Sam asked carefully. “Yes! I’ve heard both Bucky and Y/N be like oh, but we’re just friends so nothing can happen. I’m telling you, they’re idiots in love.” Sam sighed. “Well, that was plan A and B. Now what?” Steve grinned wickedly. “Have I told you about plan Z yet?”
 You happily cleaned the dishes from dinner, humming a song under your breath, while the boys were discussing softly in the background (“No, I’m not saying that Garfield two should have won an Oscar, I’m just saying…”) and you glanced back at them, catching Bucky’s eyes. He smiled softly and looked away; his cheeks tinted pink. “Okay, boys, while I love your discourse on movies that deserve an Oscar, but was rudely stripped, like Barbie and the Nutcracker, I need the couch. I’m dead-tired.” Sam nodded and stood, while Steve gasped. “BARBIE AND THE NUTCRACKER!? Take that back, we all know it should’ve been Barbie of Swan Lake, you heathen!” Bucky shook his head at Steve. “Come on, if we’re talking Barbie movies, you all know that Barbie as the princess and the pauper is superior. I will die on this hill.” You all groaned. “I’m not entertaining this discussion. Y/N, can I borrow you for a little bit before we go to bed? I just need your help.” Sam said, shooting Steve a very pointed glance. “Uh, sure…?” You followed Sam to Bucky’s room, where you shifted your weight a little from foot to foot, a little weird about being in here without Bucky. “Sam, what are we…?” “Oh, don’t worry, he just keeps the extra blankets and shit in here. It’s under the bed, can you get it? I’ll find the extra sheets, those are in Steve’s room.” You nodded, albeit a little confused. “Dude, your division of stuff is strange.” “It’s not my fault, I said we should’ve used the closet in the hallway, but those two assholes insisted on keeping their old roleplay-stuff in there. I have way too many hobbit-capes and swords in my closet for my liking.” He grinned. “Be right back.”
You got to your knees and started looking for the extra blankets but couldn’t find any. “Not that I’m complaining about the view, but uh, Whatcha doing in here, doll?” You yelped and jumped a little, knocking your head against the bedframe. “Shit, ouch!” You rubbed the spot, and Bucky hurried to your side. “Fuck, sorry, baby, I thought you heard me come in!” He gently helped you to your feet. “It’s fine, I… Sam said the extra blankets were in here.” Bucky frowned, his hands still on your arms. It made you feel warm. “Uh, no? The blankets are in the box in the living room, what the…” You both turned to the door, where Sam and Steve stood with wide grins on their faces. “Sorry, kiddos, but you two need to talk!” Steve said, laughing a little, before they shut the door and a suspicious scraping sounded from the other side. Bucky rushed to the door, but it was jammed from the outside and you both groaned. “Guys, seriously?” “We’re watching a movie downstairs, and we can’t hear anything! Call us if you need the bathroom or something like that!” Sam’s voice was muffled by the door. “You’re assholes!” You yelled back at them but didn’t get a reply. Bucky sighed and sat down on his bed, patting the spot between his legs. You obliged easily, sliding onto the bed and between his legs, leaning your back against his chest. “Do you know what they meant?” You asked after a few moments. “No, but I rarely understand what the hell Steve and Sam are scheming about. Do you remember last year, where they tried to be all sneaky and weird, and we didn’t understand that they were trying to make sure we both were here for the birthday party?” You laughed. “Yeah, they are pretty shit at doing whatever they’re trying to do.” Bucky wrapped his arms around you. “What do you think they meant by need to talk? We talk all the time.” You asked, but your phone buzzed before Bucky had a chance to answer. “Oh, it’s from Steve.” You read it out loud.
Golden retriever: topics for conversation: gaming. Y/N gaming in buckys red henley. buckys lack of tinder. Why there’s a lack of Tinder. If you are in love. Who you are in love with. Kinks. You sighed as another message ticked in, this time from Sam. Bird-lover: PS: We’ll turn the tv up a LOT so don’t worry we won’t hear anything. Promise. Bucky huffed. “They’ve got some nerve.” You flipped through an appropriate meme to respond with. Female God: 
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Bird-lover: Love you too Y/N. One day, youll thank me.
You sighed and threw your phone at the end of the bed, before sitting up and turning to face Bucky with a feigned serious expression. “Jamie. This is very important.” He cleared his throat and his face fell into the same, feigned seriousness as yours had. “Yes, Y/N?” “What are your kinks? And if it has anything to do with bodily fluids, I’ll jump out of the window.” He laughed. “Uh, I mean, I like…” He blushed. “No, fuck you, I can’t. I need beer for that conversation, Y/N.” He jumped off the bed and quickly grabbed two beers from the mini fridge, twisting the caps off; you swallowed thickly at the sight of his arm tensing. He handed you one and sat back down. “I think we should start with something easier.” He said quickly. “Oh?” “Yeah.” You took a sip. “Like… We could talk about you in my red Henley.” “I wore it once, there isn’t much to talk about, Jamie.” “Once was more than enough. It’s yours, now. You need to stop calling me that, by the way.” He said with a smirk. “Why?” You asked, slightly confused. You’d always called him Jamie. He shrugged. “It makes me feel all… gahj.” “Gahj?” “Yup.” You laughed. “Dully noted.” He took a sip from his beer, before his blue eyes found yours. “I’m not going to stop, though, I’ll just be more aware of your face, Jamie.” And sure enough, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he flushed. “You’re an ass.” “You love me.” “Yes, you are my little gummy worm.” You both laughed at that, and conversation flowed easily from there.
When you had emptied the fridge for beers, and even dipped into some weirdly thick vanilla-liquor Bucky had standing in a shelf, the conversation turned. You were feeling warm and tingly, when you laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Seriously, you never answered my question.” He laid down next to you. “Which one? I refuse to answer the question of whether Steve is a top or a bottom, I’m not scarring myself with those mental images.” You chuckled. “No, about your kinks. You blushed, and now I’m curious. And a little drunk.” He chuckled. “Man, that’s… You really want that conversation?” You nodded and turned on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him. “Seriously! I want to know what makes you tick. Or tack. I don’t know what way you swing.” “I swing the personality-way.” You frowned. “Wait, are you pan?” You asked with a surprised smile. “Yup. I mean, my sexuality is like a faulty revolving door. I go all the ways.” You roared with laughter. “Jesus, alright, good for you.” He grinned. “I thought you knew, actually.” “No, but I’m not surprised.” You answered with a shrug. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “What? Really? Most people see me as straight as an arrow.” You laughed at that – Bucky was many things, but straight wasn’t one of them. “There’s no way in hell I’d ever call you straight. Dude, you know the entire soundtrack of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I would be surprised if you were straight.” “Okay, everybody should know the entire soundtrack of that one!” He said with a huff, but then a soft smile fell on his lips. “Seriously, you’re not like… Weirded out by it?” “James. No, why would I be? Sexuality isn’t a one size fits all.” You smiled at him. “I like you for you.” You smiled at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “I also know you’re trying to deter the conversation, and I’m not having it.” He groaned and turned himself, so you were face to face. “Okay, fine. But it’s something for something, just as an FYI. If I have to tell, you do to.” You nodded. “Fair enough. You tell me one, I’ll tell you one.” “Cool. Do I have to start, though?” You rolled your eyes. “No, I can start, you wimp.” You drew a deep breath. “Okay, I like… praise.” He frowned. “Like… Good girl?” You bit your lip and tried your best to ignore the little, horny goblin somewhere in the back of your brain, that began dancing the macarena as soon as Bucky said those two words. “Yup. Among others.” “Like what?” You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nope, that’s not fair. You need to tell me something now.” He sighed. “Fine. Okay, judgement-free zone, right?” You nodded. “So… I, uh… I like breath-play.” Your clit throbbed. Shit. This might’ve been a bad idea. “Like… Receiving or giving?” He gave you a devilish smirk. “Oh, giving, 100 precent.” “Oh.” “Your turn.” “No judgment?” He shook his head. “I like the whole… Like, primal thing? You know, biting, marking?” He smirked. And that’s how the conversation went, until you were nearing dangerous territory – you were wet just from talking about it with Bucky, and you had somehow drifted closer to each other, and the kinks had shifted to general (Bucky was apparently a pleasure-dom, which both didn’t surprise and surprise you) to something that was very specific. Like Bucky had a kink for your hair color. “Okay, I like long hair on men. I don’t know if it’s a kink, really, but it really gets me going, you know?” You whispered and couldn’t hold back your hand, when it went to tug on his bun. He groaned a little and it shot heat straight to your core. “Uhm… I, uh… I have a very specific kink.” He whispered. “Mhm?” He drew a deep breath. “You.” You stopped breathing. What? “I’m sorry?” “Yeah. I have a Y/N-kink. Why do you think I haven’t been on Tinder?” “I thought… I don’t know.” “Is it okay? That I have a Y/N-kink?” he asked softly, his hand slowly sliding up to cup your face. “If it’s okay that I have a Bucky-kink.” You answered just as softly.
His lips touched yours hesitantly, slowly, and almost as if he was scared; you sighed into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of his lips on yours, and he smiled into the kiss, pressing his lips a little harder against yours. You lost control. You mewled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss – Bucky understood you better than you had imagined, and his tongue slid over your lip while he shifted to be on top of you, your legs wrapping around his hips. You kissed as if it was what you needed to breathe. His lips were soft, but slightly chapped, and he kissed you like his life depended on it; it was eager and curious, and you could practically feel the restrain in him. You pulled away for a brief second to find his eyes, your fingers twirling strands of his hair. “I’m not going to break, James.” He growled and kissed you ferociously, teeth dragging against your lips. “Say it again. My name.” “James.” You whined breathlessly, as his hand traveled between the two of you, unbuttoning your pants. “Mhmm… Again.” He whispered and you moaned his name again, arching your back, as his fingers slid against your soaked panties. “Shit, baby, all that just for me, huh?” you preened and moaned something akin to yes fucking yes, it is. He chuckled darkly, moving your panties a little to the side, but stopping before he actually touched you. “Shit, hold on, can you just… Get these off, please.” He mumbled, placing wet kisses on your neck. “Yeah, get off, then. And get naked yourself.” You mumbled back. You had never seen anyone move as fast as he did, and he was standing at the same time as he took his shirt off. You were breathless at the sight of his chiseled body, and you saw the blush on his face. “I, uh… Just… the scars are really bad, you know? Just don’t…” He said, his sleeve still resting against his shoulder of his metal arm. “James. It’s you, there’s nothing bad about you.” You said breathlessly, inching your pants down. His eyes darkened when he saw your soaked panties, and apparently thought screw it, because his shirt flew off, revealing his scars and the full arm. You could understand why he thought they were bad, but mostly, you found them intriguing. Angry, red and pink lines ran all the way around his shoulder, where the metal met the skin, and it reminded you of lightning; it was rough, but there was a beauty in it. You sat up and removed your shirt, leaving you in only your panties. “Come over here.” He obeyed quickly, crawling over you again, pressing his lips to your exposed skin. “Fucking hell, doll, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled against your heated skin, letting his fingers find their way back to your soaked core. This time, he didn’t let the panties get in his way, and simply slid under them, a finger rubbing small circles on your clit. “F-fuck, James…” You moaned, your toes curling. “So good for me, doll… Can you take my fingers?” You nodded furiously, desperate to feel him. He chuckled and kissed and licked the side of your neck, drawing small moans and whimpers from you. “Good girl…” He sucked in a sharp breath as he let two fingers enter you. “Fuck, you feel good around my fingers, baby…” You were practically delirious at this point. He curled his fingers up and began moving, drawing deep sighs and moans from your lips. It felt incredible; his metal hand cool on your exposed skin, while his flesh fingers moved languidly in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me already, doll… You want to cum for me?” He whispered, his lips grazing your collarbone. “Buck…” You moaned his name and rolled your hips to meet his fingers. He chuckled and with his metal hand, he held your face, moving you to face him. “Eyes on me, doll.” Your eyes snapped open, and your pussy fluttered around his fingers. He smirked and began kissing down your breasts and stomach, leaving wet trails on your skin. “You’re going to watch, doll.” You nodded and when his face settled between your legs, he winked at you once, before his mouth descended on you, his tongue flattening against your clit, while his fingers picked up pace. You gasped loudly and your toes curled. Bucky ate you out like a man starved; the sounds were fucking sinful, and the fact that his eyes were on you all the time made you want to die. It was too much, too good, and when his fingers hit the right spot in you, you screamed his name and your hand flew to his hair, holding his head in place as you grinded up against his face. “Good girl… Holy shit, you want to cum, doll? Want to cum for me?” He whispered in between his licks. “Yes, Bucky… Pl-please, please, I want to…” You mumbled, heat licking your veins. It felt like thunder was rumbling through your entire body, your legs shaking and your head a muddled mess from his tongue and fingers, and when he sped up, you lost it completely. You came with a whimper, wetness gushing out from you as he lapped up everything you gave him – you arched up, as pleasure coursed through you, fire licking your insides as you came, and Bucky didn’t let up, until you had to physically pull him away from you. He grinned mischievously and wiped his face, before he climbed on top of you and kissed you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue, and it made you wetter than before – you were rolling your hips up to meet him, and he growled, when your inner thigh came into contact with his hard cock. “Baby…” He kissed you again. “Baby, stop, hang on…” You were delirious. “What, James?” You asked breathlessly and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again. “Condom.” He mumbled against your lips. “I don’t…” He groaned when you tugged on his lip with your teeth. “It’s fine. I’m protected.” You whispered, peppering kisses around his mouth. “I, uh… oh, don’t…” You rolled your hips against him. “Are you sure?” He pulled back slightly and looked you in the eyes. “Yeah, I just want you.” He growled. “Okay, just… Fuck…” He kissed you deeply, his metal hand cupping your face as he lined himself up. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Y/N…” He mumbled and slid inside you. Both of you moaned. “Shit, you feel so fucking good around me…” He grunted as he bottomed out, and his name was like a chant on your lips. He stilled, when he was fully seated in you and exhaled a shaky breath, letting you adjust to him. He was big. He twitched in you, and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling – his head was nudging your cervix and the stretch was unimaginable. You had never in your life felt so damn full, and you were well aware that he would ruin you for any other person. “Please, move.” You whispered, rolling your hips experimentally when the slight burn had stopped. He kissed you deeply, his tongue swiping over yours as he pulled out and slammed back in. “Oh, my God…” You moaned and let yourself be taken completely by him. He rutted into you, burying his thick cock in you over and over, dragging against your walls, and you were shaking at the feeling of him. “Baby, you’re taking me so fucking well… Fuck, it feels so good…” He mumbled, speeding up slightly. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you, baby?” He sped up again, and you felt yourself pulse around him. “Are you going to cum for me again, baby? Want to make a mess out of me, huh?” His Brooklyn accent became thicker, and you nearly lost your damn head at it. “Cum for me, doll, atta girl…” You yelled his name and your nails dug into his shoulders as you came around him, your pussy holding him in a vice-grip. He grunted as you gushed over him, chuckling happily. “Oh, such a fucking good girl, look at you…” He moaned as you clenched around him again. “Fuck, turn around.” He pulled out of you slowly, helping you turn to your stomach – you began propping yourself up on unsteady hands and knees, but he kissed your shoulder and pressed you down on your stomach. “No, baby, just lay here…” Oh. He slid inside of you again and you mewled when he bottomed out; the new position was deeper and harder than before, and you felt him twitch inside of you again. “You should see how you’re just swallowin’ me up, baby girl…” He moaned your name. “Can I be rougher with you, doll?” You nodded and moaned. He kissed your shoulder and began fucking you again, driving his cock deeply inside of you. “Good, ‘cause I want to fucking mark you…” You whimpered and clenched around him at that. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Bein’ marked up by me, letting everyone see who you belong to, huh?” “Y-yes, Buck…” “Say my name.” He whispered, his teeth grazing your shoulder. “James!” You shrieked when he angled his hips and drove himself as deeply as he could, picking up the pace. “That’s my girl.” You could feel his smile on your skin, before his lips found your neck and bit down, while he fucked you furiously, clearly aiming to fucking kill you. You screamed and clamped down on him, your third orgasm rolling over you as a tidal wave, your entire body tensing as you came; it was too much, and you felt the wetness pool under you. “Oh, there she is… Shit, doll, fuck…” you barely heard his words at this point, bliss running rampant through your body. He gasped and moaned, placing both hands on your lower back and propped himself up, holding you with bruising force as he fucked you roughly, skin slapping against skin in a symphony with your collective moans. “Come on, baby, you have one more in you…” “I c-can’t, please…” “You can, baby, I got you…” He slowly slid to the side, bringing you with him, and spooned you, still rutting into you – his hand slid between your legs and found your throbbing clit. You gasped and your entire body twitched, while he chuckled and sped up, his rhythm faltering slightly. “There you go, baby…” He mumbled, leaving love-bites on your skin. You were overheating at this point, your entire body shaking. “Fuck, I’m gonna… Oh, fuck!” A broken scream ripped through your throat as you came hard, soaking his cock and the sheets underneath you. He roared and came a second after you, his hands holding you tightly to his body. You almost came again from the feeling of his hot cum filling you. “You’re awfully squirmy for someone, who just came, doll…” He whispered in your ear, his lips kissing the shell of your ear. Your eyes flew open, when he began rubbing small circles on your clit, still fucking into you lazily. “No, I can’t, Jamie…” You moaned, and somewhere deep inside your brain, you knew he wasn’t going to stop unless you came again. And maybe a time again after that. “You’re going to cum for me, baby? Want me to be in you, keeping all my cum in you while you cum?” He mumbled, rubbing your clit faster. You mewled and your pussy fluttered around his still-hard cock, so close it hurt. “There you go, baby…” He bit down on the juncture between your shoulder and neck at the same time as he pressed against your clit and snapped his hips into you.
You came hard, clamping down on him and let the pleasure run over your body let rays of sun warming your skin. It was incredible.
 What felt like hours later, he pulled out of you, kissing your skin as much as he could, before he went to his closet and found a small towel to clean you with. You laid back and let him, watching him through hooded eyes. His hair had come out of the bun and framed his beautiful face, a small smile lingering on his lips. He threw the towel to the ground, and climbed back into bed with you, letting you settle with your head on his chest, his arms clutching you tightly. “So…” You said in a hoarse voice. “That was…” “Yeah.” He kissed you softly on your forehead. “I, uh… You might have a few bruises here and there.” He chuckled. “Oh, you think I mind?” You laughed. “I don’t mind at all. Unless you mind…?” You asked slowly, biting your lip. “What? No, not at all!” He lifted your head with two fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “Seriously, I meant it when I said I’ve been waiting for a while to do this.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Steve and Sam have been bugging me about it for months, but I never really worked up the nerve to say anything.” You grinned. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I’ve been the same way. Steve has been a right dick trying to get me to talk to you about it.” You frowned. “Oh my god… They’ve been trying to set us up.” Bucky gasped. “Holy shit, that’s why he wanted us both to go to the kitchen the other day!” “And I’m sure that if I texted my roommate to tell her I was coming over to get clothes, she’d refuse me entrance. I think they’ve been conspiring for a while.” You laughed. “God, we’re actual idiots.” “Yeah. Hey, so… You know how Steve gave us conversation topics?” You nodded. “Well… Uhm, to take one of them… I am in love.” He whispered. “Oh, really?” You grinned, drawing lazy circles on his chest with your finger. “Mhm. Actually have been for a while. Remember the other day, where you asked if I was on Tinder?” You nodded. “I wasn’t. I haven’t dated for… Maybe six months, now? I don’t know. I, uh… Well, you came along and somewhere along the line, I kind of fell in love with you.” “Kind of?” You asked with a smirk. He rolled his eyes. “I fell in love with you, you pedantic whore.” He laughed. “I think it happened when you tried to help Steve move that awful couch into the living room. You scrunched your nose up. “Yeah, that pink travesty was really something.” He nodded. “I just remember looking at you and you looked at me with this like… Almost secretive smile, as if I knew exactly what you were thinking, even though I’ve never been able to keep up with you, really.” He kissed your forehead again. “And something just clicked for me. I can’t really say what. It just did. Maybe I always had a thing for you, but it was just in that moment, it really… Solidified.” “I know when I fell in love with you. I mean, I didn’t fall as much as willing walked right into it, but I remember when.” “You’re in love with me?” He asked with a boyish grin on his lips. “Yes, you idiot.” You stretched and kissed him softly. “I was a complete sucker for you from the beginning. I just… Fell in love in the same moment, as you lend me your hoodie, the one no one wears, at the bonfire. You just shrugged and put some of my hair behind my ear after I put it on and told me it never looked better.” “Oh, yeah, I remember that night. Honestly, I haven’t worn it since. It’s yours now.” You smiled. “Good.” “You’re mine too, you know, right?” He asked. You laughed. “I know.” A moment of silence fell between you and you couldn’t help yourself from letting your hand travel down to his cock. It seemed unfair that he had a chance to taste you, feel you, but you didn’t have a chance to do the same to him. He hissed when you made contact with it and wrapped your hand around it, slowly stroking it. “Fuck…” he moaned. “As much as I like feeling myself get hard in your hand, we should, oh…” You grinned at him. “Fuck, you’re good with your hands…” He placed a hand over yours and forced you to stop moving. “Baby, we should get some water. And food. Definitely food.” You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only if food entails Chinese, or I’m breaking up with you.” He laughed. “We haven’t even said that we’re dating yet, and you’re already trying to break up with me?” You both got out of the bed and began getting dressed. “Well… Are we?” You asked. He walked to you, wrapping his arms around you and leaned his forehead against yours. “Baby, do you want to be my girl?” You kissed him deeply, your heart fluttering at the feeling of his lips against yours. You could do this forever, if you got the chance.
“If you get me Chinese.” He roared with laughter. “Deal. I’ll just… We need the boys to open the door.” You pulled your phone from the bed, and typed a message in the group-chat. ASSHOLE PATROL
The female god: You can open the door, we talked Metal detector: Actually, we talked with our bodies Bird-lover: gross Golden retriever: ew but ill unlock the door but only because Y/N asked Bird-lover: literally cant be assed with bucko The female god: fair and valid point I am the best and we all know it Metal detector: you guys are assholes and im hungry
 The door opened a few seconds later to a smiling Steve, who cocked an eyebrow. “It smells like love and vanilla liquor in here.” “You smell like not telling your crush you’re in love with him.” Bucky deadpanned, grabbing your hand and led you to the kitchen, handing you a flyer from the Chinese place closest to their house. Steve came down the stairs with wide eyes, and you grinned deviously at him. “Steve, either you tell him…” You exchanged a look with Bucky, who grinned widely. “Or payback is a bitch.” He finished.
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Vendetta 2 - Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)
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Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)
Warning: Smut, angst (minors dni, only 18+)
Author’s note: Welcome to season two. I hope you will like it. Please, leave a comment. I want to know what you think.
Viewer discretion is advised.
Word count: 3100+
Vendetta 2 Masterlist | Main Masterlist 
Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)
Let’s make some noise for the birthday girl!
The crowd started to scream and whistle as they waved at Y/N from the dance floor. The DJ was playing all of her favourite songs, as requested. There was champagne and confetti as well as all the people she loved and cared about. All she wanted was for them to have a good time.
She was sitting in a sparkling slutty silver dress in the VIP section with the perfect view of the entire club. Yelena was smoking a second joint of the night with Sam. Y/N noticed the two of them got closer over time, but she didn’t question that or teased her about it. Maybe they were just fucking and that was it.
Warm lips pressed against her neck and she purred like a cat. “I love that sound,” Bucky said to her ear as he pressed another kiss right under her earlobe. “I want you to purr for me, pretty girl.”
She giggled and turned her head to him, smiling. “Only you can make me purr like this,” she winked at him and pressed her crimson-red lips onto his in a deep kiss.
“Let’s dance,” Yelena shouted suddenly and jumped on her feet. “I love this song, come on, Y/N,” she reached for her hand and pulled her up, making Bucky growl. “Oh, hush, she’ll be yours in a few minutes. Relax, Wolfie.”
Y/N laughed at that. Before Yelena could take her to the dance floor, she leaned forward to Bucky. She put a bright smile on her face and suddenly pulled down the front of the dress and flashed him. Her breasts were right in front of his face. “Fuck,” he bit his lower lip. He wanted to put them into his mouth.
“These are all yours later tonight, but now, I want to be with my girl,” and she fixed the fabric, covering herself up. The way he was looking at her made her laugh. She even had to close his mouth because something would fly right into it.
As both women walked away from the VIP zone, Steve returned with another bottle of champagne and poured all the glasses full. “What did I miss?” he asked when he saw Bucky’s fucked face.
“I have the best wife,” Bucky commented and took the glass, drinking the liquid in one go. “I have the best wife with the perfect set of boobs.”
Steve raised a brow, confused. “Okay,” he said and sat down next to his best friend. “I don’t get it but fine.”
“She just flashed me,” Bucky laughed and wiped the corner of his mouth. He could feel a drop of saliva there. “Damn, I am one lucky son of a bitch.”
His eyes were locked on Y/N’s dancing body. Both Yelena and she were enjoying the music, singing and dancing their troubles away – no wonder. The last few months were difficult for everyone. Three warehouses, which belonged to Foxes, exploded and no one knew who was behind them.
Bucky took out a cigarette and lit it up. He relaxed on the couch and kept his eyes on his woman – the perfect woman on the entire planet. He had to admit, the way she was dancing with Yelena, made his pants too tight. They were touching and rubbing against one another making his dick twitch. He wasn’t jealous. It was hot.
His eyes lingered on her body as he kept checking out every move she made. Her hips were swaying, her breasts were bouncing and she kept touching her body. The colours reflected on her dress. She was like a dream – a wet one.
That was until he noticed two men approaching them. Under any other circumstances, Y/N would already punch them or put a knife under their necks. To his surprise, she hugged the blond, muscular one with a wide smile and then the man next to him. He had longish black hair and wore a dark green suit.
Suddenly, the group was coming to the VIP section. Steve looked at his boss, trying to find some answers. As he found out, Bucky knew nothing about them.
“Hey,” Y/N waved at Bucky and his men. “Look who came to visit New York on my birthday,” she pointed at the two men. “These are the Odinsons from the Asgardian clan. They rule the whole west coast.”
Bucky stood up with a stern face and shook hands with both of them. “Of course, Thor and Loki,” he said their names with a deeper voice. I’ve heard about you. Impressive work, by the way.”
“Thanks,” Thor smiled and took a seat at the end of the couch. “I can say the same about you. Your father was a legend but you will beat him soon.”
Y/N took a seat next to Bucky and crossed her legs. Immediately, Bucky’s hand was on top of her thigh, holding it firmly. He had to send them a message that she was his. Yelena took a seat by her best friend and Sam, pouring everyone drinks.
“Cheers to the birthday girl,” Sam shouted as he raised the glass and everyone followed.
“Y/N,” Loki said her name and pointed at the glass she was holding. “Come on, that is not how we drink together,” and he pulled out a lighter, lighting up his shot.
She laughed and let him light her drink. “You are right. Cheers, Loki,” they clank their glasses and drank the fire-y liquid in one go.” Sam whistled, Yelena clapped her hands and Bucky was not impressed at all.
In the past, she mentioned something about them. She knew them and had a fine relationship with them. But the way Loki was staring at her, made Bucky want to throw a punch into his pale face. He knew hungry eyes when he saw one.
“Why are you here?” Y/N asked them.
“Business and vacation,” Thor answered.
“What kind of business?” Bucky had to ask.
“We have a guy here who own us a lot of money,” Loki explained. “And because he doesn’t want to pay, we are here for his wife – you know, to give him a push to do something about it before she loses all of her beautiful fingers.”
Yelena’s body violently shivered. “I always said you two are twisted – especially you, Loki.”
“Guilty,” he laughed at it. “And while we take our time with this person, we will enjoy New York.”
“And because it is your birthday,” Thor pointed at Y/N, “we wanted to see you.”
The conversation was interrupted by a waiter holding a big chocolate cake with many candles and singing Happy Birthday to Y/N. The whole club chanted together, and even the music stopped. The cake was put on the table, right in the middle of it. Happy Birthday Y/N was written with white chocolate and it was surrounded by candles. It was adorable.
The whistling and shouting started again once the singing was over and she blow off the candles. People kept clapping their hands for her. Yelena pulled Y/N into a tight hug and give her kisses all over her face. Then, it was Bucky’s turn to kiss her – and he did, passionately for everyone to see. He pulled her onto his lap and smacked his lips against hers. His tongue kept battling with hers, tasting every corner of her mouth.
“I love you,” he said when their lips disconnected. “Happy birthday my beautiful girl.”
. . .
She was clutching the sheets tightly in her hands. Her mouth was wide open as moans of pleasure kept escaping her throat. Bucky was between her legs, licking and nibbling on her pussy. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs just to keep her down and enjoy the feast.
“James, fuck,” she called his name. “I’m going to cum. Please, please, keep going.”
He listened to her plea, working even harder to bring her to her peak. He found a perfect spot on her clit that made her go feral. He focused on that particular spot, sucking until he could hear her cry. Y/N’s body was shaking from the orgasm. One of her hands found his hair and tugged on it.
“Fuck, yes,” she kept breathing loudly. “Holy shit, that was so good.”
“You taste so good, baby,” he kissed her navel and pulled himself up so he could reach her lips. When he started to kiss her, something awakened inside her and she kept grinding against his hard length that was pressed between her legs. “Does my princess need more?” he asked and moved to her neck where he left a fresh hickey. “I believe I wore you out pretty good after we came home from the party.”
“I think I need more,” she whined. “I want your cock again, Bucky.”
“Such a dirty, horny little girl,” he smiled at her.
As he was about to bury himself deep inside her wet pussy, the knocking on the bedroom door interrupted them. “Boss?” it was Barton. “We have a situation.”
“Shit,” he cursed. “I am in a middle of a situation so fuck off.”
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important,” Clint sighed. “Y/N, the meth lab you had on the east border, was destroyed this morning.”
“What?!” she almost jumped out of the bed, ready to get out of the room naked. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“I wish I was,” said Clint. “Nick Fury is also looking for you. He’s fed up with the mess that’s been happening. He needs to talk to you.”
The news sucked. They both had to get up and start working whether they liked it or not. “Such a cockblocker,” said Bucky, annoyed by the whole situation. “I was about to fuck you real good, baby. I wanted to fill you up and watch as it leaks from your hole.”
“I know,” she stroked his cheek lovingly. “Unfortunately, I have another emergency and I honestly don’t know what I’m about to do. That meth lab was such a good business. The money was beautiful.”
She went into the walk-in wardrobe and took out clothes for both of them – something casual and comfortable. While she was dressing up, Bucky kept eyeing her, enjoying the view. “I love when I undress you, but this is also sexy,” he chuckled.
“Enjoy the view while you can,” she said with a smirk on her face.
As if the morning couldn’t get any more hectic, Y/N’s phone started to ring. When she looked at the name, she smacked her forehead with her hand. “Oh, no,” she sighed and picked up the phone. “Darcy, I am so sorry, I totally forgot,” she apologized.
Darcy was an architect and an interior designer. She was working on the reconstruction of Y/N’s home for some months. The last person that worked on the project sucked and Y/N managed to find someone with good taste.
Darcy: That’s all right, Miss Fox. I want you to come down to the house for the check-up before we move further with the reconstruction.
“Can you please hold on the line? I’ll be right back,” and she muted the call. Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s. “I already hate this day. What more can happen today? I totally forgot.”
“Hey,” he approached her and stroked her shoulders reassuringly. “If you want, I can drive to the house and meet with Darcy,” he offered. “I think, you need to see Fury as soon as possible and deal with that. He can be a son of a bitch if people are not following his requests.”
She smiled at him. “You would do that for me?” she tilted her head, looking at him like a puppy. “You’d go to the house and deal with Darcy?”
“Of course, anything for you, doll,” he nodded and kissed her forehead. “Once I’m done at the house, I’ll call you and we can meet later… finish what we started,” he winked at her.
With a quick peck on his lips, she went back to the phone call. “Darcy, we’ll be there in an hour, if that’s all right.”
Darcy: All right, I will see you in an hour.
Once they finished dressing up and cleaned their teeth in the bathroom, they ran into the kitchen where they were met with sleeping Yelena. She was thrown on the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand, snoring.
“Lenka,” Bucky patted her shoulder. “Wake up, Lenka.”
She almost fell off the barstool when she discovered Barnes standing above her. “Holy shit, what time is it?” she rubbed her eyes and face.
“It’s almost lunchtime and we have a big problem,” Y/N grabbed Yelena’s coffee and drank half of it. It was already cold.
“The only problem I have is that you have taken my coffee,” the blonde frowned at her boss and yanked the cup from her hands. “What a night,” she mumbled under her nose.
“Woman, wake up,” Y/N nudged her shoulder. “The meth lab is gone and I need to talk to Fury.”
“What?” she gasped. “What do you mean it is gone? What happened?”
“Explosion,” said Y/N. “And Fury is fed up. I need you to go with Wade to the lab and check it out – secure the perimeter and try to find anything that would help us solve this mystery,” she reached into the cabinet and took out a clean glass. She poured cold water into it and drank it in one go. Bucky then took the glass and did the same.
“Can I take Scott? I can’t drive. I’m too fucked out,” she sighed and massaged her nape.
“I wanted to take him, but, sure, he’s all yours.”
“Take Clint,” Bucky patted Y/N’s shoulder. “I can drive since I didn’t drink as much as you did. You were the birthday girl after all,” he kissed her cheek. “Once I’m at your house, I’ll call you if anything.”
When they said their goodbyes, Clint drove Y/N to see Fury, Yelena and Scott went to the destroyed meth lab and Bucky drove to Y/N’s house which was under reconstruction.
The ride to Y/N’s house took some time due to heavy traffic. Bucky kept checking his watch, annoyed that drivers kept honking at each other as someone in the very front kept them waiting. He was listening to the radio, humming the tunes of the song that was on.
Here and there, his phone would light up and before he could notice the notification, his eyes locked on the picture where his beloved girlfriend, well, wife, was. A smile appeared on his lips. Somehow, he still couldn’t believe that things were working out between them. He was madly in love and his men could tell.
There was a simple text from Y/N: Lunch with everyone back in the apartment? How about Chinese take-out? &lt;3
She knew him well. They both loved Chinese food and truth be told, he was craving some. The convoy of cars started to move. Quickly, he sent her a red heart and locked the phone. His ride could continue again.
As he was approaching her house, he felt some sort of heaviness inside his body. He didn’t know why, all of a sudden, this unpleasant feeling came and it got worse once he stepped out of the car. Bucky frowned and turned around. He couldn’t see anyone there – no cars, trucks, or people in general, working there.
He checked his watch. It was two in the afternoon. Was it possible they all were taking a lunch break?
His intuition made him take out the gun and slowly walked to the front door. They were unlocked. Swiftly, he opened the door and pointed the gun inside. Then, when he checked the perimeter and found out no one was present, he lowered the gun a little. And yet, that feeling never went away.
“Miss Lewis?” he called the woman’s name. “Darcy? Are you here?” There was no answer. It seemed that the house was empty.
Again, the feeling never went away.
Bucky took out his phone with his free hand and called Steve. Slowly, step by step, he walked through the hallway. Everything was a mess. The stairs were half done; the entrance to the dining room didn’t exist anymore. The place was covered in dust and smelled like concrete and alcohol.
Steve: What’s up?
“I don’t know,” he replied, still walking around the place carefully. “Something’s not right.”
Steve: Should we come over?
Bucky approached the kitchen. All the counters and equipment were gone and the walls were stripped of their painting. “Yeah. Take Sam and come here as soon as possible. No one is here. Lunch break was over an hour ago.”
Steve: We are on our way. We should be there in twenty-five minutes. Shall I call a backup? I believe some of the boys are closer to you. Maybe even Scott.
That’s when he heard it. The tiny sound that was coming from the walls. His heart started to beat fast and the adrenaline that was already running through his body heightened. “Uh,” he couldn’t muster a word.
Steve: Buck?
He came closer to the nearest wall that divided the kitchen and a newly made pantry. This time, the sound was louder and it was a ticking sound. Once he realized what was happening, the sound accelerated. “Shit!” and he was already on the run. “There’s a bomb! It’s about to-“
It went off. The whole place exploded, throwing him somewhere into the wall and then on the ground. He was too close to the explosion. One by one, the rooms were damaged and under fire. The entire place was covered in smoke and ashes.
In one second everything changed.
When Bucky’s eyes opened slightly, he noticed a tall person in a mask walking away from him. He didn’t know who it was. He wasn’t sure if it was a man or a woman. But they were holding something that he couldn’t recognize. What grabbed his attention was a weird sensation coming from the left side of his body. But he didn’t have the energy to turn and look. His body was in shock that he didn’t feel any pain.
Bucky closed his eyes and let it all consume him. Somewhere in the back, he could hear screams coming his way. People would say, that life would flash before their eyes before they die. In his case, the last thing he saw was Y/N’s smiling face.
Chapter two
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