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Image: Single Dad Bucky
Can you picture single dad Bucky? I dreamt of him last night.
He wore a backward baseball cap with his dark locks of hair curling around the edges of it. He held onto the stroller with a tight grip, his baby girl all snuggled up inside. Bucky was a nervous wreck. He wasn't meant to be a father, and certainly not a single one, but he did his best. Nothing mattered now other than his girls health, happiness and safety.
Before Bucky would cruise through the world, not caring about much. Now? A loud bang of a car back firing? His hand was shooting to the stroller, ready to grab his baby girl and go. People wanted to hold her? No fucking way. Crowded, germ filled areas? You wouldn't find him within a hundred feet of it. He had fears now. So many tangible, real, very possible fears that consumed him.
You saw all this. Fatherhood had softened his gaze and turned his fight or flight instincts up to a hundred. His baby girl was a precious gift and you loved her. You loved both of them.
You certainly fell in love first. Bucky's mind was always on his baby and not necessarily on the others he spent time with. But you got through that mental bearier of his, slowly but surely his thoughts and heart grew to be all about BOTH of his girls.
Your first date was at a small cafe that lasted as long as the babies nap did. (It wasn't very long.) But you both knew you wanted to see more of each other afterward.
Once Bucky realised his feelings for you and how deep they went, he brought you over. Not just anyone can walk through his front door. Not when he has his baby girl to protect. But you, you're the exception.
After a while, you're not walking into Bucky's house, but your house. Your home.
Bucky stopped being just a single dad. He became a more. He became a husband.
And he became the happiest man alive.
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loveless — bucky barnes
synopsis: hating Bucky Barnes is easy. Sleeping with him and keeping the feelings away proves to be much more difficult.
warnings: swearing, slight mention of anxiety symptoms, SMUT (oral: f&m receiving, PinV sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight orgasm denial, degrading language (not to reader), kissing)
His eyes are darker than usual today.
That’s the first thing you notice as you sit across the table from him, glaring at him with a clenched jaw. He’s glaring right back, neither of you trying to pay attention to your boss as he goes through the quarterly figures.
“Got it, Barnes?” Tony’s voice brings both of you out of your hateful gaze.
You watch as Bucky clears his throat and looks over, nodding his head, “Yeah. Got it, boss.”
“I’m sure you do. You looked very engaged,” Tony mutters sarcastically.
Bucky laughs at that, “Oh, I was. In fact, Y/N’s got some ideas to increase sales this quarter. She was telling me about them last night—”
“When I was working late,” you cut in, not wanting to give the wrong impression, despite knowing Bucky’s actively trying to make you look bad, “Bucky came into my office to drop off the expense reports, and—”
“And, we got to talking,” Bucky takes over, “Tell him your great ideas, Y/N. I especially like the strip poker idea. For charity, of course.”
“That’s enough,” Tony glares at Bucky, “Y/N, any real suggestions?”
You swear your blood stops in your veins, because no, you didn’t have any real suggestions. In fact, part of this job makes you feel like you’re drowning, and the ability to think outside the box is far out of your reach when you can barely think inside of it.
“Um,” you stutter, listening to Bucky chuckle victoriously across from you, “Sir, I—”
“No, then. Great. Let’s move on. Rogers, how are things on your end?”
Your eyes close under the embarrassment and you're sure you look about as incompetent as anyone can get. After a moment, you look over to Steve, who’s preparing to speak. He gives you a compassionate smile, which you return. He’s always been nice to you. Your first day on the job, he walked you all the way to Tony’s office. He brings you coffee from the breakroom frequently, and he always backs you up in meetings when he can tell you’re nervous. Your favorite part about it all is that he doesn’t have to do any of it.
Bucky rudely clears his throat, earning your attention back. You narrow your eyes, trying your best to show your annoyance in one glance. He just smirks and raises his elbow up on the arm rest, waving his metal fingers at you.
Once the meeting clears, you take your time collecting your things. Bucky escapes without a second thought while Steve hangs around, giving you a gentle and reassuring smile when you stand from your chair.
“Strip poker, huh?” he teases.
You roll your eyes, “I never suggested that.”
Steve laughs easily, leading you out of the conference room. He holds his arm out, allowing you to walk through first, and the blush that rises to your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed, you’re sure.
“I know you didn’t. Bucky’s brain is… unique.”
He watches you smile as he walks by your side down the hall, where you spy Bucky himself, leaning against the wall and flirting with Tony’s intern. Your eyes roll once again as he leans in closer, grinning like a fool as she smiles up at him with hopeful eyes. You’re sure he’s loving it.
“It sure is,” you mutter, “How’s Sam?”
“He’s good, you know, he’s spending some time with his sister and nephews…”
Steve’s voice trails off in your head as you pass by Bucky and his beloved intern. You catch his eye as you pass, glaring at him. He smirks, his eyes shamelessly checking you out even while he’s in the middle of flirting with another woman.
“Excuse me, sweetie,” Bucky mumbles, pushing himself off the wall and following behind you. With a smirk, you start swaying your hips a little bit as you walk just to fuck with him. You hear a groan from behind you, which widens your smirk greatly. “What are you two gossiping about up there?”
Steve sighs, “Do you have to be a dick every second of your life?”
“Makes things more interesting,” Bucky shrugs, “Hey, great idea in the meeting today, Y/N. I really enjoyed that panicked look on your face at the idea of disappointing Tony.”
Before you can muster up a response, Steve stops and turns around, setting his wide palm on Bucky’s chest.
“I think that’s enough, Buck,” Steve warns, “Come on, man.”
Bucky’s jaw clenches as he looks from Steve down to you, trying to stand tall even though both men tower over you — even when you’re in heels.
“You come on, Stevie,” Bucky mutters, “She can take it. Can’t you, Shortcake?”
“Stop calling me that,” you snap.
Bucky laughs, “It’s all friendly fun. I embarrass you in meetings, you get to sit across from my handsome self—”
Your eyes narrow, “You really don’t know how to apologize, do you?”
“Of course I do,” Bucky scoffs.
“Sure,” you mumble, spinning around and preparing to walk away, “You embarrassed me, Bucky. When you’re ready to apologize, I’ll be waiting.”
As you walk away, your heels against the tile being the only thing breaking the silence, you smirk when you hear Steve speak.
“Nice, Barney.”
A few minutes later, Steve drops by your office with a full mug of coffee. He’d perfected making it the way you like it, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar. You thank him and then get back to work, stopping only when Bucky sticks his head in your office as he passes. His white button down and baby blue tie work wonders for his eyes, even though they still look darker than usual to you.
“Pizza or Chinese?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Chinese,” you reply, not bothering to look away from your computer screen.
He taps your doorframe with his hand as a signal that he heard you, then hurries away as quickly as he came. The smile that graces your face is the only thing that sticks around.
“Fuck. Oh, my God. Right there.”
You pull on his hair as he buries his face in between your legs, expertly switching between tongue-fucking you and sucking on your clit. You arch your back even further, dying to get closer somehow. Your moans grow louder as you feel his scruff brushing against your thighs every time he switches positions, which only fuels him to continue.
“Jesus— please don’t stop. Let me cum, please, I’m so close. So fucking close—”
He pulls back then, a smirk plastered on his face as his lips glisten with your slick. You whine, trying your best to pull him back down to your core by his hair.
“So, you forgive me, Shortcake?” Bucky asks.
“Yes, I forgive you, please, Buck,” you beg.
He grins and yanks your body down even closer to him, settling your legs over his shoulders. He leans down and presses a kiss right above where you want him, listening to you cry out for more.
“God, I wish the guys at the office could see how you fucking beg for me,” he mutters, more to himself.
“Prick,” you mumble.
“What was that?” he questions, sucking your clit in his mouth for a second before he pulls away again, listening to you groan, “I don’t think I heard you.”
“Bucky,” you mewl.
“Alright, I’ll let you cum. But only because I’m so fucking sorry,” he remarks.
“Thank you, thank you— fuck.”
With one swipe of his tongue over your clit, you clench your thighs around his head as you release. Your eyes roll back and you have no idea what noises you’re making, but you’re too blissed out to care. He holds your hips steady as he continues tongue-fucking you through your orgasm, not faltering or stopping even once.
You come back down slowly, soft moans escaping from your lips as Bucky continues. The overstimulation sets in, and when you whine and push him away, he snickers. With one last gentle kiss to your core, Bucky pulls back and licks his lips clean, smirking as he does so.
“I fucking love the sounds you make when you cum, Shortcake,” he grins.
You sigh, “God, I wish you weren’t so good at that.”
“Why? Then you’d have an easier time not wanting to fuck me?”
“Yeah, actually,” you reply, sitting up on your elbows. Bucky had stripped you naked and then himself, although you hadn’t so much as touched him. He owed you, first. “I’m hungry.”
“Pizza’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, standing from the bed and sliding his boxers back on.
You frown, “I told you to bring Chinese.”
“I know,” he grins, earning a swat on the chest. He tosses his white button-down to you and watches as you cover yourself, lazily buttoning a few buttons before you stand.
He follows you out into the kitchen, where you collect the plates while Bucky grabs two beers out of the fridge. You open the pizza box and start tearing the slices apart to put onto the plates when Bucky leans his front to your back. He buries his face in your neck and presses his boner into your back, which has you swallowing harshly.
“Can we please have dinner like civilized people?” you grunt, doing your best not to arch into him.
Bucky scoffs, “There’s nothing civilized about the things I want to do to you, Shortcake.”
For a second, you consider giving in. You consider letting him bend you over this counter and fuck you before he feeds you. You fight to gain control of yourself, and when you do, you elbow him in the chest.
“At least let me eat before you get your fill and leave,” you mutter, shoving him off of you and grabbing your plate and your beer. You walk over to your kitchen table and sit down, centering yourself before he joins you.
Bucky grabs his plate and walks over, gripping his beer bottle tightly. He drops his plate down on the table like he would junk mail; his eyes beading into the side of your head.
“What does that mean?” he questions, “You’re the one who kicks me out every time. You stand up from the bed and say ‘You can go, Barnes’, then go shower me right off of you. Don’t think for one second I’m using you when it’s obviously the other way around.”
“Whatever,” you mumble, “Don’t yell at me.”
“If I was yelling, you’d know,” he replies, finishing off his beer and grabbing another, “Maybe you should apologize to me, now.”
“Fuck off,” you wave him away.
He takes his seat across from you and collects his plate, taking a huge bite of his food once he has hold of it. You keep your eyes focused down on your pizza, amazed that even after all this time, you never know what to say to Bucky. You don’t talk to him the way you talk to Steve — you never have.
“So,” he breaks the silence, his voice muffled through his food, “How long are you gonna let Rogers bring you coffee before you suck his dick?”
“Jesus, Bucky,” you shake your head, pushing your plate away from you, “Are you serious?”
“What?” he laughs, “You know that’s all he’s after, don’t you?”
“It is not,” you protest.
He snorts, “Okay. Finish your food.”
You just shake your head and finish off your beer, but don’t bother with another. Bucky finishes eating and sets his plate in the sink, then makes himself comfortable in your living room. The room is visible from the kitchen, and you watch as he flips on the TV from the couch.
“By all means, make yourself at home,” you call sarcastically.
He chuckles, “Yeah, yeah. Come ride me.”
You ignore the shot straight to your center that comes with those words. Imagining riding him makes your stomach flip, but doing so while he drinks beer and watches TV just feels like you’re any other girl. With how often you and Bucky fuck, you don’t want that to be the case.
You enter the living room and snatch up the remote, turning off the TV. He furrows his brows and looks up at you with an accusing expression, to which you shrug.
“My house, my rules.”
“Fine,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “Come here.”
He wraps his arm around your waist while remaining seated, his need practically plastered across his face as he pulls you closer.
“We need a condom,” you remind him.
“No,” he growls, “Let me fuck you bare. Just this once.”
“Fuck no. I don’t know what you might have—”
“I’m clean,” he promises.
“Or who you’ve been fucking—”
“I don’t fuck anyone else, Shortcake,” he admits, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Yeah, right,” you roll your eyes, pulling away from him to go get a condom, “Good one, Barnes.”
“I’m serious.”
He’s gripping your waist like his life depends on it, dying to keep you still. He maintains eye contact, and when you look at him, you know he’s telling you the truth. You tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as you think about it; the idea of Bucky inside of you with nothing between you an intimidating thought.
“Bucky—”
“Please,” he continues, “We’ve been doing this for how long, now? I want to cum inside you. Mark you as mine. Just this once.”
Mark you as his?
As far as you’re concerned, this is just about the sex. You’d never pegged Bucky as into that type of shit, and before now, you thought you knew all of his kinks. Even though you hate to admit it, hate to give in, the thought of satisfying every single one of his kinks excites you.
“Okay,” you practically whisper.
He grins, and without wasting any more time, he pulls you on top of him. His mouth meets your throat in a frenzy as he frees himself from his boxers, then tugs his dress shirt up, the one you have on, bunching it at your hips.
“Y/N, can I–” he stops himself and meets your eyes, feeling your warmth as you hover over him and wait for him to enter you, “Can I kiss?”
Kissing is rare in your sex with Bucky. The only times he really kisses you are in the office when he finds you all alone in the break room, not having enough privacy to shove his hand up your skirt. Occasionally, he kisses you before he leaves, but that’s only if you don’t get up from the bed first.
“Mhm,” you hum, rocking your hips back and forth, “You can kiss me.”
You see his smile for about half a second before he kisses you, tongue invading every inch of your mouth immediately. He swallows your moans as he guides you down onto him, moaning himself when you grind your hips.
“Holy shit,” he pants as you start to bounce, “God, you look so pretty when you ride me. Need this shirt off.”
He fumbles with the buttons and eventually gets so frustrated that he tears his own shirt open, tossing it away from you like it’s personally offended him. He pulls you in for another kiss, seemingly unable to get enough now that you’ve given him permission.
“Feels so good like this, Buck,” you tell him.
He grins, “It does, baby, it does. You’re perfect. Take me so fucking well. I have to cum inside. Who knows, maybe I’ll get you pregnant. What would people at work say then, huh?”
“Fuck, you just want Steve to know you’re fucking me,” you pant.
“Hell yes, I do. I can feel you squeezing me, Shortcake. You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”
He shoves his hips up, his tip prodding that perfect spot inside you and forcing a gasp from your lips.
“Yes, Buck. Please.”
“Need you to say it,” he demands.
You’re close. So fucking close. All you need is his thumb to press lightly on your clit, and you’re sure you’d explode right here. That feeling, that desperation, would lead you to say anything to Bucky if he asked, just as long as he throws you over the edge afterward.
“Cum inside me, please,” you beg.
“Oh— shit, shit shit, cum for me, baby, now.”
His thumb meets that bundle of nerves right as he finishes inside of you, filling you to the brim as you ride out your own orgasm. The sex with Bucky has always been great, but something about this feels next level. It feels different. You don’t pinpoint it until you collapse on his chest, panting wildly as your brain catches up with your pleasure. He’s not treating you like any other girl. He’s making you feel special, cared about, praised. He’s never done that before — at least, not that you’ve noticed.
“Wow,” he mutters, “That was our best yet, I’d say.”
“Yeah,” you agree softly.
“You let me kiss you,” he observes, “Surprising.”
You swallow, hiding in his chest, “It’s a sex thing, Barnes. Don’t get cocky.”
“Right,” he remarks, “So, I guess you want me to go, then.”
He’s still inside of you, his cum slowly dripping out around him, and he’s talking about leaving. You frown and sit up, catching the vulnerable expression in his eyes.
“You could—” you start, watching his eyes light up, “I mean, if you want—”
“I want,” he says eagerly, “You have the softest fucking sheets.”
You laugh, and before he can help himself, Bucky leans up and pecks you on the lips. You’re taken aback by it, and for a moment, you don’t react. He pulls back and purses his lips, letting his eyes roam around the room so as to avoid yours.
“Um,” you swallow, “We could shower. I have some decent movies recorded.”
Bucky playfully rolls his eyes, “Legally Blonde does not count as a decent movie.”
“Hey,” you pout, “It’s a really good one. Just for that, we’re watching it.”
He grins, “Fine. But just so you know, Shortcake, I’m a cuddler.”
That shouldn’t make you smile, but it does. The butterflies that erupt through your chest should make you uncomfortable, but they don’t. In fact, the only thought your brain holds on a loop is how okay this all feels. Like maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t have to be just sex with him.
“I can deal,” you tease, “But, seriously. Shower. Your cum is dripping out of me.”
You watch Bucky’s face fall into seriousness and shock at once. He opens his mouth to speak, then presses his lips together, and gradually, his eyes fall to your center, where his cum is, in fact, dripping around him.
“Oh, my–” he stops, shifting you to his right so you lay out on the couch. Gradually and carefully, he pulls out of you and watches as it comes gushing out, leaking onto the couch.
“You’re gonna ruin my sofa,” you groan.
“I’ll buy you another,” he waves you away, eyes wide as he takes in the sight, “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Bucky.”
“Alright, alright, come on,” he takes one last look before he lifts you up, carrying you to the bathroom without a care in the world about the stain he’s left on your couch.
Bucky had certainly been right when he told you he’s a cuddler. You wake up with your back pressed into his chest, both of you taking up only about a quarter of your bed. His arm is tucked tightly around you, palm grasping your breast like it’s keeping him in place. Your alarm wakes you up, and for the first time in forever, you don’t want to get out of bed.
“Turn it off, Shortcake,” he groans, his morning voice waking you up more than any coffee could.
“Sorry,” you mumble, turning around to crawl over him to grab your phone off the nightstand.
“Mmm, stop moving.”
“You’re whiny in the mornings,” you fire back, shutting off the alarm.
“Let’s call out of work,” he decides, his eyes still plastered shut as he manipulates you back into your original position, “Nobody would catch on.”
“We’re not calling out,” you insist, “And you should go if you want to swing by your house and get clean clothes.”
He shakes his head, “I’ll wear what I wore yesterday. Steve will call me a slut, but I don’t care. Know why?”
“Why?” you indulge him.
“Because I came inside you last night, and that’s way more than he’ll ever get.”
“Jesus,” you mutter, sitting up, “That really went to your head.”
He smirks and turns on his back, sliding his left arm under his head. He flexes his muscles and watches you stare, wanting nothing more than to climb on top of him. You resist, given how you'd awakened in the middle of the night and kissed his neck until he woke up too, ready and willing to fuck you back to sleep.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks teasingly.
You narrow your eyes, “Which skirt Steve will like better. The blue one really shows off my curves, but the pink one makes my ass look amazing.”
“Mhm,” he nods, and without warning, he pounces on top of you, pushing you back onto the mattress. You squeal and giggle uncontrollably, squirming to try and break free.
“Teasing,” you say.
He smiles from above you, “Better be. I want you in that white dress today.”
“It’s at the dry cleaners. Try again.”
“That sexy white top and blue pants. White heels. I love that one on you.”
You bite your bottom lip to hide a smile, “Okay.”
Bucky’s eyes glisten with emotion, and when his gaze moves down to your mouth, you freeze.
“Can I kiss you good morning? Or is that against your rules?”
You swallow, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
“Neither have I,” he confesses, “But with everything I’ve ever done to you, that’s hardly the most inhumane.”
He watches you purse your lips, waiting patiently for you to give him the go ahead. With an impatient sigh, you nod, pulling him down for a kiss.
His kiss feels more gentle, more passionate than it has before or did last night. By the time he pulls back, you’re desperate for more. He laughs when you whimper, already trying to pull him back in.
“If you’re ready for work by eight-fifteen, I’ll give you more,” he promises, “Go shower.”
His laugh fills the room when you hop up from the bed, shamelessly rushing into your bathroom and turning on the water.
At eight-eleven, you wonder when you became such a softie for Bucky Barnes. Thinking about where the two of you were yesterday versus today, you almost don’t believe it. At eight-thirteen, you don’t care how you got here, you just want more of him. At eight-fourteen, you rush into the kitchen with your heels on, smiling when you see him holding two thermos’ full of coffee.
“One minute to spare,” he smirks, standing in the same exact clothes he wore yesterday. His blazer is buttoned up, you notice, though it wasn’t before.
“I’m good,” you grin, “We have to get all this in now, because the second we walk into that building, I hate you again.”
“Same here.”
You smile, glancing down at his jacket, “Why is it all buttoned?”
He smirks again, “I may have ripped a button or two off when I gently removed it from you last night.”
“Oh, my God,” you deadpan.
“Come here. We don’t have a lot of time.”
He cups your cheeks in his hands and pulls you in for a kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth the second he has the opportunity. Quickly, his hands wander down to your ass and he palms it gently in his hands, grinning into the kiss as he does so.
“What?” you ask him.
“I’ve always wanted to grab your ass in this outfit.”
You roll your eyes, “You’re such a boy.”
“Mmm,” he hums, kissing you again, “We should go before I suggest moving to the couch.”
He waits for you while you collect your things, and it’s not until you stand in your driveway that you realize two things. Bucky’s car was parked outside your house all night — not too big of a deal, but still feels weird when you think of it — and the two of you have to go separately to work.
He walks ahead of you, unlocking his car and tossing his belongings onto the passenger seat.
“See you at the office, Shortcake. Don’t you dare come onto me,” he jokes.
You laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Barnes.”
He grins and gives you a semi-shy wave before he climbs into his car. He drives away the second you get into your own car, and you wait a few minutes for him to get up the road. You process the events of the past twenty-four hours as you drive to work, trying to figure out when exactly Bucky put those butterflies in your stomach. You push one thought in particular out of your head, wondering if, maybe, he’ll spend the night again tonight. It’s Friday, after all, so no work tomorrow.
By the time you park your car in the lot, you’re determined to ask him. He’s not fucking anyone else, right? That gives you confidence that he won’t reject you.
Bucky parked across the lot from you, and when you climb out of your car, he gives you a fake-friendly smile and wave.
“Morning, Y/N. How are you today?”
There’s one other employee walking from the lot to your building, so you know he’s just putting on the show to be funny. He watches as you roll your eyes and lock your car, heels tapping against the pavement as you walk.
“You’re getting a pretty early start with annoying me, Barnes,” you call over your shoulder.
He laughs, “Given how my morning went, I actually think I’m pretty far behind.”
He follows you into the building and both of you scan your badges, then head for the elevator. Steve’s standing, waiting, hands in his pockets and navy blue tie tight around his neck. At the sound of your heels, he turns and grins, earning a loud sigh from Bucky behind you.
“Good morning, Y/N,” Steve greets you.
“Good morning, Steve,” you reply.
“Good morning, Bucky,” Bucky mutters, narrowing his eyes at Steve, “Hey, buddy. I’m here, too.”
“Morning, Buck,” Steve laughs dryly, “You’re earlier than usual. Is this all a part of your plan to apologize to Y/N?”
Bucky snorts, “Oh, I apologized to her many times. She even forgave me. Loudly.”
You elbow him in the ribs then, giving Steve a fake smile, “He’s already pushing it.”
Steve laughs, “I can tell. Hey, did you get a chance to look at that loan file I sent you? It needs approval as soon as possible.”
“Not yet. I’ll look at it first thing,” you reply.
The elevator dings and the three of you file in. Steve motions for you to go first and then he walks in behind you, leaving Bucky last. Steve settles in to the left of you and Bucky to the right, where he takes advantage of Steve’s position. His knuckles skim your own, and when you yank your hand away, he grins.
“How was your night, Stevie?” Bucky asks, “Get laid?”
“No,” Steve replies, “I texted you, actually. Never heard back.”
“Oh,” Bucky shrugs, “I was getting laid.”
You choke on your own spit, earning both of their attention as you cough. Steve places his hand on your back, and if you weren’t choking, you’d see how Bucky tenses.
“You alright, Shortcake?” Bucky asks, a teasing hint to his voice.
“Fine,” you grunt, “Just not sure who would want to have sex with you.”
Bucky grins, but when Steve laughs, his face falls, “You’d be surprised. She’s pretty insatiable.”
“Right,” you roll your eyes.
“In fact,” he continues, “She woke me up in the middle of the night begging me to—”
The elevator doors open, and you step out before Bucky can finish his sentence. You take a deep breath and give them both a tight smile, then hurry away to your office before Bucky’s words can get to you even more.
It’s after lunch when you hear from Bucky again. He sent you an email, one which you took a while to open.
Y/N,
If you can find the time, please come to my office after your lunch break. I require your assistance on a very hard task. You’re the only one who knows how to fix it.
Respectfully,
James B. Barnes
You knock on Bucky’s office door, noting how he closed all of his blinds. Part of you is nervous, the other part is desperate for a glance, a touch, a kiss, anything.
“Come in,” he calls.
You open the door, watching as he smirks when he sees you. His eyes skim over the outfit he asked you to wear, to which his smirk only grows.
“What is it, Barnes?” you question.
“Come in,” he repeats, “Close the door.”
You do as told, and once the door is shut, you smile at him. He ushers you over, pulling you into his lap. You’re barely comfortable when you feel him guide your ass over his boner, telling you exactly what he needs.
“Buck, we can’t,” you mumble.
“Yeah, we can. I have a meeting with Rog in ten minutes.”
You furrow your brows, “So, I’ll come back later.”
“No,” he grumbles, “I want you under my desk when he comes in. I want you to suck me off while he’s in here.”
“Oh, my God, so it’s a power thing?” you sigh, “That’s ridiculous.”
“Don’t like how he looked at you,” Bucky mutters, kissing your jawline, “Please. I’m so hard.”
“I have to get back to work—”
“The meeting will take twenty minutes. Fifteen if you make me cum. Please.”
“Of course I’ll make you cum,” you remark, “What if he sees me?”
Bucky’s desk has a slit in the middle at the bottom, allowing air to flow up where his legs rest. If Steve were to look down, granted he’d have to get very low to look underneath, he could see you.
“He won’t. He won’t see you. I promise.”
“Fine, but—”
A knock sounds on Bucky’s door again, and Steve’s voice rings through, “Barnes?”
“Under my desk, Shortcake,” he commands, helping you off his lap and onto the floor, “Come in, Steven.”
Bucky tucks himself under the desk, careful to leave room for you, while you hear his office door open. You reach up and work open his belt, feeling him tense already. You know this will be fun if he’s already so sensitive.
“Hey, man,” Steve greets him.
Bucky lets out a scruff laugh, “I’m really comfortable, Rog, I can’t stand and shake your hand.”
You freeze, wondering if you should zip his pants back up.
“Fair enough,” Steve replies, and you hear him sit.
As they start to talk business, you take Bucky out of his pants. He’s red and throbbing, clearly in need of some assistance. You spread his pre-cum around, and when you lean forward to kitty lick the tip, his hips buck.
“You alright, Barney?” Steve questions.
Bucky’s voice comes out harsh, “Fine.”
You grin and grip him tighter in your hand as you work him up and down, finally taking him into your mouth and sucking. You work your hand along the area you can’t take in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks every so often just for laughs. Bucky’s shoe taps your leg, as if a warning to tell you to slow down, but you pretend like you don’t understand him.
“What the fuck is your problem, seriously?” Steve asks him, “You’re sweating, dude.”
You know it’s because he’s trying not to fire off his load into your mouth too soon, which only makes you braver. You take him deeper, smiling around him when his palm covers the top of your head and tries to yank you back.
“Shit—I’m fine. Just a little, uh, anxious.”
“About the numbers?”
“Um, yeah, sure, about the numbers,” Bucky replies, “Fuck.”
“Hey, Buck, didn’t you wear that tie yesterday?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, I, uh, told you I got laid last night.”
You can’t see Steve, but you slow down, shifting your weight and tucking your legs under you from where you sit.
“Yeah, but you don’t usually spend the night, do you?”
Bucky groans, “I don’t know, man.”
Steve seems to let it go, and with another few words, you hear his chair shove against the floor.
“I’ll see you later, Barnes— uh, is that Y/N’s heel?”
You freeze, pulling your leg up closer to you, and listening as Steve audibly gasps. You free your mouth and peak your head forward enough to catch Bucky’s expression; his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide.
“Oh, shit.”
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: “‘Do not Disturb’ on the hotel door, waking the neighbours…”
Warnings: SMUT [Oral (m and f receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Multiple orgasms, Face sitting, 69 position, Rough sex, Begging, Marking, Size kink, Daddy kink]; USE OF PET NAMES: (babygirl and princess), Jealous Bucky
Word Count: 4.3K
Part 1
Part 2
*EIGHT DAYS LATER*
Everything has been pretty great! Bucky asked you on a date, and of course, you said yes. He took you out to dinner then you watched the sunset while sitting on top of Stark Tower; something you had told him you would love to do on a date the day before he asked you out. And then you went and got ice cream. Once you two got back you went straight to his room and he made love to you. He wasn’t rough. He was slow and passionate, coaxing out three orgasms from you with his fingers and tongue before sliding his cock into you. Peppering you with kisses as he rocked into you. You had already fallen for the super soldier, but you were falling even further with each passing day. You hoped he felt the same way.
You wake up to an announcement from JARVIS. “Miss y/l/n, you’re needed downstairs for an emergency meeting.”
“Thanks, JARVIS.” You call out groggily. You don’t bother changing into your day clothes, but do give yourself a once-over in the mirror to smooth out your hair.
You make your way to the meeting room and see Bucky standing outside the door waiting for you, you instantly smile like an idiot. He smiles back at you effortlessly, and takes your hand in his. You walk in and see Steve, Tony, and Sam are the only three in the meeting room. You and Bucky take your seats beside each other, still hand-in-hand.
Tony looks up to you and Bucky and smiles. “Good morning, lovebirds!” He sings out.
You just smile at him, too tired to wanna talk to anyone.
“We’re only waiting for Natasha then we’ll start.” Steve says, authority ringing in his voice.
You look over at Sam, who’s on the verge of falling asleep, and just then Nat walks in and sits down with an empty cup of coffee. “Coffee maker’s still broke, Stark.”
“I know Romanoff, working on it.” He replies, slightly annoyed. The coffee has been on on-going battle for three days now.
“Morning, Nat.” You smile at her, hoping to lighten her mood a bit.
She smiles back at you. “Morning, y/n. I already know a bit about the mission, it’s an interesting one!”
That makes you slightly confused, but you look aver to Tony and Steve, waiting for them to start talking.
“Ok, now that you’re all here…”
*FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER*
You’re currently in your room with Bucky. You wish you could say you two were doing anything but arguing, but you can’t. Bucky has been tense from the beginning of the meeting. When Steve said you would be going undercover to get some information from a target. Which may have been fine except one tiny detail; you gotta play the role of a temptress, basically pretending to seduce this man into giving you what you need. This obviously doesn’t sit well with Bucky because you felt his hold on your hand tighten when the words left Stark's; and right when you got to your room he spoke his mind, leading you to where you are now.
“I just think there are other ways to go about this.” Bucky huffs out.
“Maybe there is, but I’m saying that I’m sure Steve and Tony thought of different ways, and this was the best decision.” You’re packing while arguing with your boyfriend.
“Then we can have Natasha do it, if we really need to go about it like this!”
“Maybe, but the last time Nat went undercover like that, it didn’t end well for anyone.”
“I know… I just-” He sighs.
You make your way over to Bucky and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay, Buck. I’m gonna be okay.”
“I know you can handle yourself. It’s just…”
“You don’t trust me?” You look up at him with a pained expression.
Bucky’s face softens immediately and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t mean it like that, y/n. I just don’t wanna see anyone else touching what’s mine.”
You laugh humorously at that. “You’re jealous?” He clenches his jaw. “Bucky, I’ve already told you; you’re the only one for me.”
He huffs again. “You’re mine, baby. You can’t let him touch you.”
“Okay, Buck. I won’t let him touch me.” You say and then peck him on the lips, going back to packing. You guys will be staying at a hotel for the night (if everything goes as planned).
Once everyone’s packed and ready to go you all get on the Quinjet, and fly out to Paris. There will be a silent auction and that’s where you’re man will be.
*FIVE HOURS LATER*
After spending just shy of an hour getting ready you look yourself over in the mirror. You looked quite stunning to put it plainly. The tight black dress accentuating every curve of your body and highlighting your round ass. The neckline is just low enough to give a peak of you’re cleavage, tempting anyone to look down. The length shows off your soft thighs and you suddenly wish you were wearing this for Bucky and not some rando.
You make your way downstairs and you, Sam, and Bucky load up in a car to head to the auction. You don’t miss the way Bucky’s eyes take over your form shamelessly, licking his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. Nat took another car, she would be in a building across the street, letting you know if anything suspicious is going on outside.
The whole ride there Bucky was silent with a fiery gaze anytime Sam tried to speak to him. Sam didn’t know what had his panties in a bunch, but you knew. He still hadn’t accepted the role you’d be playing. The gaze he gave was full Winter Soldier mode, and he would look at Sam as if he wanted to snap his neck.
Once you get to the building you all walk in, immediately going you’re separate ways. When you look back to Bucky, the look in his eyes says, “behave.” You just smirk at him, which makes him absolutely furious.
You dabble around the bar; subtly looking for your target when you hear a deep voice behind you. “What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing hear all alone”?
You cringe at the question but quickly plaster on a seductive smile before turning around. “Looking for a strong man to keep me company,” you purr out.
At that you here a disapproving huff in your ear from Bucky in your ear piece and you just block it out.
“We’ll, it’s a good thing I’m hear then, isn’t it?” The target says as he slowly gets closer to you. “Lemme buy you a drink, sugar.
You inwardly cringe at the pet name. “Can’t turn down a guy like you.” You wink at him.
After about an hour of flirting with this guy and partaking in the auction here and there you’ve had just about enough of this. “Why don't we get out of here?” You whisper in his ear.
“No.” You hear in your ear for the millionth time that night.
He looks you in the eye, “I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” And just like that you two get up and make your way to the entrance, the target holding your waist and you trail your hand up to rest on his chest.
And that’s when Bucky snaps, you’ve done a great job so far. But seeing another man touch you makes Bucky absolutely feral. He follows you two, wanting to break that man’s arm for touching his girl. Before he reaches you, Sam stops him. “What are you doing, Buck?” Sam asks.
“I’m gonna kill him.”
“Y/n is so close, just have a little faith in her, man.”
Bucky looks Sam in the eye and sighs, defeated. “Okay. Okay, you’re right.”
Sam speaks into the ear piece to you, “Y/n once you get what we need meet us back at the hotel.”
“Okay,” you whisper back.
And then the guys and Natasha make their way back to the hotel, awaiting your arrival.
You get into the target’s car and he drives to his place, you make small talk on the way there. Once he stops the car you two get out and he takes you to his room. He closes the door and makes his way over to you, his lips centimeters from yours. Before he can move any closer you inject the tranquilizer Steve had given you for this very moment. The man falls into your arms and you place him on his bed. Once he’s in a good enough position to where he’ll think he just passed out from too much alcohol in his system you take out your tape and rip a small piece off and place it over his right thumb, making sure to get his finger print. You make your way to the drawer at the back of the closet and open it, finding the reader and placing the piece of tape over it. It immediately opens and there you find a small Manila folder and the vile you need to retrieve.
“I got the vile.” You speak into the ear piece.
“Great, there should be an Uber there to pick you up.” Natasha answers.
“Thanks, Nat.”
Once you get back to the hotel Natasha and Sam are in the lobby waiting for you.
You hand them the brief case with everything in it before telling them what all you found. “The vile and a folder are in there. It just describes what is inside the vile and what they've used the formula for so far.”
“You did great, y/n!” Sam exclaims.
“Thanks. Where is Bucky?”
“He already went upstairs to his room; he was pretty worked up at the auction.” Sam states.
“Oh, okay. Well, I think I’m gonna head to bed, I’m pretty exhausted.” You turn and make your way to the elevator.
“See you tomorrow, y/n.” Sam and Nat say in unison.
“Yep, see ya,” you call back.
When you finally get to your room you notice the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign as you open the door, leaving it on there for now since you’ll be sleeping anyway. But once you open the door you see Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed.
“How did you get into my room, Buck?”
“Front desk gave me a key.” He smiles cheekily.
You sigh, “What do you need?”
Bucky stands up and makes his way over to you, a predatory look on his face. He pushes you up against the wall and whispers against your neck. “You’ve been a naughty girl tonight, y/n.”
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pant back.
He pushes your thighs apart with his knee and sucks a dark bruise onto your neck. “You did the one thing I told you not to do.” The tone of voice he’s using has your head spinning. “You let him touch what’s mine. You’re lucky Sam stopped me when I tried to get to you when I saw you two leaving.” Bucky says matter of factly.
You look into his eyes when he pulls back and the ocean blue of his eyes is eight shades darker and almost entirely taken over by his blown pupils. You whimper softly from the look he gives you.
“What did you do with him when you went to his place?”
You pull yourself up straighter, “I got the information we needed.”
"Oh, really? He didn’t show you a good time?” Bucky says, a slight growl to his voice.
“No.”
“Hmm.”
You can tell Bucky isn’t pleased, so you do the one thing you know will satisfy him. “I used the tranquilizer Steve gave me before he could do anything. And then I went to find the vile. And then I came straight back here. I didn’t let him touch me again. I’m only yours, James Buchanan Barnes. I promise.” You say, kissing his neck after each sentence. One thing you’ve learned about Bucky since you got together is that he needs reassurance that you’re not going to leave him.
Bucky unzips the back of your dress and slides it down your body. Once you step out of the dress bunched at your feet Bucky picks you up and throws you onto the bed before crawling up to you, kissing a trail from your stomach up to your mouth. You immediately open your mouth to give him access and he slips his tongue in. There’s no fight for dominance, you give it to him. You know he’s gonna fuck you rough. He does when someone gets too much attention from you. Bucky pulls away slightly to look into your eyes and you feel his fingers play with the hem of your panties before he slides them down your legs and throws them somewhere behind him. Bucky then crawls between your thighs and places your legs on his shoulders. He looks up at you with hungry eyes and then circles your clit with his tongue before he gently sucks it into his mouth. You let out an near-pornographic moan and throw your head back in ecstasy.
Bucky quickly releases your clit, “Look at me, y/n. Wanna see your face as you cum apart on my tongue.” You let out a groan and then meet his eyes again. Bucky goes back to his task of sucking and licking your pussy like he needs it to survive. He sucks your clit again and shakes his head, letting out a moan. The vibrations on your clit has you whimpering. You trail your fingers down to thread through his hair, lightly tugging, pulling a needy moan from your lover.
“Oh, daddy!” You whine out.
And then he goes back to licking you, and you swear he’s writing a letter to you with his tongue. You suddenly feel two of Bucky’s fingers slowly slide into your dripping hole. And he moans onto your cunt at how wet you are. He thrusts his fingers in and out at the same pace he’s licking. And then he adds a third, stretching you in the most delicious way. The slight burn is a welcome one as he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot repeatedly. Bucky uses many different techniques. Fingering you slowly while laying his tongue flat against your clit to draw whines from your throat. To curling his fingers, massaging your g-spot and circling your clit with his tongue. To thrusting at a harsh pace while sucking your clit, and your legs start to quake around his head. You're close and Bucky knows it, he pulls his fingers out of you completely and sits up. You whine at the loss of him, but any more sounds of disapproval disappear as grabs your thighs and lifts them off his shoulders and pushes them back, holding you open for him when he slides his thick length into you.
You look down and watch his length disappear inside you. “Oh, daddy,” you mewl from the sight and feel of him filling you up inch by inch.
Once he’s bottomed out he looks into your eyes with a sense of awe. “Yes, princess?”
His eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Move, please,” you gasp out, circling your hips.
His grip on your thighs tightens to stop your movements. “I’m in charge tonight, princess.”
You let out a shaky moan at that and he smirks before setting an agonizingly slow pace. “You're gonna be a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, I’ll be your good girl.”
“Of course you will,” he says before picking up the pace. Bucky’s torn between watching his cock disappear and reappear in your cunt and watching you face contort with pleasure. He can’t get enough of the way your pussy glistens form your slick and his saliva. And the way your eyes squeeze shut without you even being aware of it makes a sense of pride flow through the super soldier. “Oh, babygirl your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick. Wanna be inside you forever.”
“Fuck!” You clench around Bucky as you let out a groan.
“You like that? Want me to stay in this tight little cunt?”
“Mmhmm,” you mumble out.
Bucky leans in to kiss you softly, a stark contrast to the brutal thrusting of his cock. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slides in and explores the inside of your mouth. And you clench around him when you remember the way that tongue was circling your clit just minutes ago. Bucky pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.
At a particular thrust Bucky gives, he hits your g-spot and you moan loudly at the contact, feeling your core throb around Bucky’s cock. He releases his grip on one of your thighs and brings his hand down to play with your clit, bringing you even closer to your first release. “Cum for me, y/n. Wanna feel you cum around daddy’s cock.”
Hearing him refer to himself as 'daddy' is what sends your hurtling over the edge and you see stars as you tightly squeeze your eyes shut. Your legs try to close from the pleasure bubbling inside you but he keeps you open, still plowing into you.
You let out a squeal when he flips you onto your stomach, his cock slipping out of your dripping cunt. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you so you're on your hands and knees. You feel the head of his dick tease your opening before bottoming out inside you till his hips hit your ass.
“Daddy, you’re so deep, fuck!” You scream out.
He pushes your face into the pillow and he slides in even deeper, hitting your cervix and you scream out yet again. “So responsive,” he growls out. And then he stills his hips, deep inside you so you can feel just how deep he is. He reaches his metal hand around you and applies a bit of pressure to your lower belly and you shudder from the cool metal on your heated skin. “You feel me in there, babygirl?”
"Yes, daddy! You feel so perfect inside of me.” You both let out moans when he slowly starts moving inside you, his hand still on your stomach and you can feel every little movement he makes You feel high form the way his cock twitches when you clench around him, and you want nothing more than for him to fill you up till you're dripping for days. And you let out a particularly loud moan at the thought of it.
“What is it, princess? What’s got you all worked up?”
“I-I want you to cum inside of me, daddy. Want you to fill me up so good.”
His hips stutter at your words and he softly whimpers. There is nothing hotter than James Buchanan Barnes whimpering because of you, you’re sure of it.
“C’mon, daddy, cum in my pussy. Please.” You moan out.
He lets out a growl, “Touch your clit for me, babygirl.”
And you immediately do as he says, helping him bring you to euphoria. He picks up his pace, slamming into your tight hole. The sound of skin slapping skin and both of your moans filling the room. And you’re on the edge, ready to fall…
“Cum with me, y/n.” Bucky lets out darkly; and another orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, Bucky right behind you. The feeling of his thick ropes of cum spurting inside you heightening the euphoric state you're in.
Bucky flips you around so you’re straddling him. You look down into his eyes and he just smirks at you. “Ride daddy’s cock, princess.” You would but your legs feel like jelly from the position you were just in. Bucky clicks his tongue at your state. “Daddy’s gotta do all the work, huh, babygirl? It’s okay, daddy’s got you.” He says as he harshly pulls his cock almost completely out of you and slams back in, making you fall over him. “It’s okay, just let daddy take care of you.” He sets a punishing pace, and it makes your head spin. His words sound so loving, but his dick is saying something entirely different. And you whine out in sensitivity.
“D-daddy! I-I can’t... too much.” You moan into his neck.
“You can take it, y/n. I know you can. Just- shit- just be a g-good girl and take it!” Bucky growls out that last part, already on the verge of cumming inside you again.
“DADDY!” You scream out, your thighs beginning to tighten around Bucky, ready to cum.
“You gonna cum for me again? It’s okay, let go for me, y/n.” And you are letting out a shout of his name. Bucky quickly pulls out before he has a chance to release again. He turns you so you are on your stomach on top of him, facing his cock, his face at your pussy.
“Suck my cock, babygirl. I’ll make you feel real good over here.” And with that he licks a long stipe from your clit to your aching hole. You let out a moan from the contact, your mind spinning. Bucky smacks your ass and you take his cock into your mouth, he moans into your pussy as you take him deep into your throat until you slightly gag around his length.
Bucky’s tongue circles your entrance before sliding into you. And it feels so good, you’ve never felt anything like it and you desperately need more. The way his wet tongue slides inside of you has your head spinning. You moan around his cock and feel him twitch inside your mouth. You release him with a pop and spit on the head of his cock, watching your saliva trail down the base of him before sucking just the head into you mouth and swirl your tongue the same pace of his inside of your tight hole. Once you run your tongue over his slit his hips start to buck to make you take more of him into your mouth. You lightly pinch his thigh and he whines before taking his tongue out of you.
“I need to cum, y/n!” He grumbles at you.
“You’re gonna cum,” you say and then go right back to sucking just the tip of his dick.
Bucky groans out in frustration and then plunges his tongue back inside your cunt. And you moan around him, sending vibrations to every part of his body. And then his cock spasms as he releases his hot cum into your mouth. And like the good girl you are; you swallow all of it. Bucky continues his ministrations with his tongue and you let off of him to let out a loud moan you’ve been holding in all this time. “Oh, daddy, your tongue feels so good inside of my tight pussy! Shit!”
You focus your attention back to his softening length and you take him back into your mouth till he hits the back of your throat and Bucky whimpers under you. You work him with your mouth and he quickly becomes rock hard again and his legs begin to shake from the overstimulation. He sucks at your entrance and then releases you, letting out a broken moan.
“Y-y/n, baby. You gotta- fuck- you gotta stop.”
Being the little shit you are, you suck him harder and take him deeper in your throat. And he swears you’re trying to kill him with the skill of your mouth. His legs convulse under you and he moans shakily “Shit, I’m gonna cum again! Fuck.” With that he releases inside your awaiting mouth for the second time that night.
Once he comes down he grabs hold of your hips and lifts you up so you're hovering over his face. He smacks your ass before speaking, “Sit on my face, princess. I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard.”
You just look at him as if to say he’s crazy. “Umm..” you start, but Bucky lowers you down and starts lapping at your cunt like a man starved. You tangle your fingers in his hair for something to hold onto and let out an ear-shattering scream. You can feel Bucky smirk underneath you and you’re already close to your orgasm.
Bucky lets off you for a moment to catch his breath, “You’re gonna beg me to let you cum.” And then he’s right back to shoving his tongue inside of your dripping hole.
You let out another scream from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. Bucky smacks your ass again with his metal hand and you whimper brokenly. He soothes the burn with the cool of his hand. And the need to cum overwhelms you, you remember the words that last came out of Bucky’s mouth.
“Oh, Bucky! Please let me cum, I need to cum so bad. Please, please! You scream out. Bucky taps your thigh, letting you know you can cum. And you scream out in euphoria as you let go. He slows his ministrations, riding you through your high. And you're a trembling, screaming mess.
Once you come down from your high and your breathing slows down you and Bucky hear the sound of pounding at what sounds like the door and the wall behind the bed.
And then you hear the ringing of Bucky’s phone. He quickly picks it up and sighs before answering. “Yeah?”
You can clearly hear Sam’s voice on the phone, “You two need to shut the fuck up, it’s two in the goddamn morning!”
“Yeah, yeah. Alright, I’ll tell y/n to keep it down.” Bucky replies while smirking.
“And you two are kinky as fuck, God!”
“Goodnight, Sam.”
“I’m sure it was.”
And then Bucky hangs up, lays on the bed, and yells out to whoever is outside. “We’re all good in here!” And then turns out the light and cuddles close to you. And you sigh contentedly.
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Dance Around
Bucky x Plus Size Reader
Oneshot
Summary: Bucky never lets you doubt yourself.
Word Count: 1,018
Warnings: Negative thoughts about body image, Nakedness, Swearing, unedited
A/N: The song I had on loop while writing and inspired this little scene is called "Dance Around" by carobae. I've been wanting to do more plus size fics for a while.
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The alarm screams to life in the quiet of the early morning. It demands to be heard and you and Bucky groan at the same time. You turn towards each other in the double bed. Even with blurry eyes and ruffled hair he would always be the most beautiful sight to see in the morning.
He smiles at you like he’s thinking the same. It causes a smile to rupture as you close your eyes for a few extra seconds, “what are you thinking?”
“That you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met”, Bucky lifts a brow, “and that someone should turn off that alarm.”
You groan again as you twist away from the gorgeous man in your bed in order to turn the alarm off. Bucky wastes no time in pulling you to him. Your back to his solid chest and his arm over your hip with his hand resting on your stomach.
He caresses soft circles into the skin there and this time you don’t flinch or shy away. It had taken years to get there. It had taken years to feel so comfortable in your skin, especially around someone so intimately. And even then, you had days that were like you never made any progress.
But Bucky was always patient with you. He had never faltered in his opinion that you were beautiful to him. He tells you every day.
He whispers in your ear, “I’ll put the coffee on and then join you in the shower.”
He places a quick kiss to your neck before rolling out of bed and strolling out the door naked. You follow his lead in getting out of bed naked, but you head for the bathroom to turn the shower on.
You usually like the water to be scalding but Bucky doesn’t so you find the perfect temperature for the both of you.
Bucky’s arms snake around your middle and he pulls you into his chest again, squeezing you into him, “I can’t ever get enough of you.”
You twist easily in his embrace, “likewise, Sergeant.”
Bucky chuckles at the name, “I don’t think we have time for that.”
You smile, “you’re probably right.”
Instead of acting on the dirt thoughts running through your head, you help to wash each other, talking and laughing under the running water until the suds disappear.
Bucky steps out first and grabs a towel. He turns to you stretching the towel from end to end. He wraps you in the towel before he even looks at his, placing feather light kisses along your shoulders and neck.
The small slice of bliss distracts you from the mirror for a moment. But only for a moment. Soon enough your eyes open and you’re confronted by your image. Your eyes immediately seeking out the parts you’ve always been insecure about.
Your gaze latches onto the gap in the towel showing a strip of stomach, thigh and calf. Towels have never been able to wrap around your body and it was always something that you hated.
You don’t know how long you stand staring, fighting the negative thoughts that used to plague every waking moment, but Bucky suddenly appears, blocking the mirror with his frame.
He places a finger under your chin until your gaze meets his, “have I told you that you’re beautiful yet today?”
You shake your head, “we’ve only been awake for an hour, Buck.”
Bucky clicks his tongue, “damn, I’m slacking.”
You shove him with a playful smile. He catches your arm and pulls you out the bathroom so fast that you lose the towel completely.
You notice his is nowhere to be seen either as he leads you into the kitchen, “Bucky! The windows!”
He shrugs, “fuck ‘em. Let them see. Just be here in this moment with me.”
He twirls you around, holding onto you until you fall back into him. His hands glide across your skin to the music playing on the radio. They settle on your hips to turn you so that your back is once again against his chest.
Keeping his hands on your hips he helps you to find rhythm, side to side, against him as he brings his face into the crook of your neck.
Sunlight pierces through the glass windows to dance along your skin with you. Bucky’s scent of coffee and sandalwood surrounds you. He hair tickles your shoulders and his hands grips your skin to keep you with him.
All you could ever feel in this moment is love. Love for your body and how it lets you experience all these things with the love of your life.
When the song ends you rotate to face him. Before you can say a word, Bucky kisses you with the passion of the stormy sea meeting the shoreline again and again. His tongue is demanding with yours and he ends it with a nip to your lip.
He pulls back a fraction, “don’t ever forget that I love you with everything I have in me. You are and always will be the most beautiful person inside and out. I have never doubted for a second that you’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.
I understand that you have bad days. I know that you live a society that tells you that you cannot be happy in the body that you’re in but believe me, you can. And I’m damn well going to make sure that you are happy because you make me happy just by choosing me every day.”
Your smile is wide and cheesy and it’s your turn to kiss him this time. You jump up and he catches you with ease, something that always surprises you even after all these years.
You capture his lips in a softer kiss, but the tenderness is passionate in its intimacy and familiarity. When the kiss ends Bucky presses his forehead against yours, taking a breath, “forever and always.”
“Forever and always.” You smile and pull Bucky back in the direction of the bedroom, “now let’s go and find some clothes.”
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Hello amazing people
I need your help finding an amazing fanfic with Bucky Barnes. It was a series and I remember it was centered around Halloween, Bucky was receiving a gift a day from his soulmate ( from 1st October until 31st). The reader and Bucky form an amazing relationship and he actually falls for her. I remember her soulmate mark not being visible due to a scar she had on her arm and this is why she did not want to tell him she was his soulmate in case it was not true. ( I may be going off completely but I hope I remember correctly 😭)
I've been working my brain for the last 3 days but nothing 😭😭
#gif is not mine credit goes to the amazing creator
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endings and beginnings
Warning(s): Avengers: Endgame spoilers, my take on Bucky, my take on the MCU, feelings of abandonment
Word Count: 1316
Summary: Steve pulls Bucky aside to tell him of his plan to go back to be with Peggy while returning the Infinity Stones and to pass the shield on to Sam. Takes place in between parts 1 and 2 of Black and Blue (my AU).
Using Prompt #672 (“I am not going to like this, am I?” “Probably not.”) and Prompt #816 (“The world doesn’t need me.” “But maybe I do.”) by @creativepromptsforwriting. Permission to reblog, @creativepromptfills.
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Bucky inhaled slowly through his nose, taking in the calm air of the forest. The gentle sounds of the birds and the lake against the shore reminded him of Wakanda, easing his old bones. The Starks’ cottage was peaceful, despite the tinge of sadness that hung in the air. The silence that carried was necessary, as they all mourned the loss of a great man. Everyone was beginning to part ways following Tony Stark’s final farewell, the final calm to the storm that had been the war against Thanos.
For the first time in a while, Bucky had a moment to just… breathe. Eden had come over to nestle against his side, arms wrapped about his waist. He returned the embrace without hesitation, his eyes briefly shutting and nose finding its place in her auburn hair. Eden had stayed back during the funeral, giving those who had known Tony best their time. Bucky was unaccustomed to this calm, but he could feel himself melting into the warmth that was Eden. This was their first moment alone together since the battle, and his body naturally desired her to be close. It was also the first time they had displayed affection outside of Wakanda. Initially, Bucky hadn’t been entirely sure how to react to her presence being so near. But with the Decimation having separated them for a blink of an eye and then thrown them into an intergalactic war for the ages, he couldn’t help but be so relieved that they were here together.
He was the first to kiss her next, tilting her chin upwards with a hand to permit their lips to meet. Bucky closed his eyes, savoring her familiar taste that he hadn’t realized his body had longed for. He could feel Eden melding into his form in response, and for a heartbeat, the world included only the two of them. When they parted, she ran a hand through his hair and down across the scruff on his cheek. “Before you know it, you’ll have locks as long as mine,” Eden murmured with a smirk.
Bucky released a soft chuckle. He briefly heard footsteps and looked up, noticing Steve off to his left. He could see that his old friend looked thoughtful and serious, staring off across the lake and beyond. Eden’s gaze followed Bucky’s, easily picking up on his next move. “I’ll see you later,” she said gently in his ear. Bucky’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked back at her, his initial instinct to seize her hand. Eden gestured faintly with her head in Steve’s direction, giving him a knowing look. Only then did he let go, allowing her to pull out from his grasp.
Steve turned slightly at the sound of Bucky moving through the grass to his side. He smiled a little, watching his old friend’s gaze follow until Eden was out of sight. “You two have grown to be pretty close,” he commented.
Bucky’s cheeks flushed a little. “Yeah,” he answered as he turned his attention back over to Steve.
Steve’s smile grew, but there was also something in his eyes that Bucky couldn’t quite place. “I’m happy for you, Buck,” he said.
Bucky wasn’t sure what to say to that. He felt as if he talked further about his happiness, something he always considered too good to be true, it would disappear. So he said nothing, watching the ripples on the water with Steve. Silence hung in the air between them, but it was not an uncomfortable one. “How are you holding up?” Bucky asked gently, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets.
Steve’s expression became a bit more serious then. “Hanging in there,” he replied. Out of the corner of Bucky’s eye, several meters away, sat the setup for time travel that had helped bring them all back. He was both intrigued and terrified of the contraption, partly because of its immense importance. “When do you return the stones?”
“In a few hours.” Bucky nodded. The pair was quiet once more. He could sense that Steve had something else to say, but he waited patiently for the other to speak. He knew his friend too well for him to try and keep any sort of secrets from him. Steve would tell him eventually but in his own time. Now, whether or not Bucky would like what he was to hear was a whole different story. “How are you feeling?” he asked, turning more to face his friend.
“Tired,” Steve replied with only a second’s hesitation. Bucky knew that he meant it. It was a single word, but there was a weight to it that resonated with him. Steve then went on to disclose that he was planning on giving Sam the shield, passing on the Captain America mantle. Bucky knew that the two of them had become very close while he had been the Winter Soldier. Added with the fact that Sam had certainly earned Steve’s respect and trust over the years, this news did not surprise him entirely. “And…”
He watched Steve closely when he paused again. Bucky knew there was more to come, but for some reason, he found himself forcing out a small chuckle in the interim. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“Probably not,” Steve answered, the corner of his lips turning upward briefly. He let out a small sigh before their gazes met. “Buck,” he went on. “I think… it’s time for me to go home.”
Despite how Bucky had been steeling himself for whatever was on his old friend’s mind, his heart still felt as if it had become wedged between his ribs. He shut his eyes for a moment, dropping his head slightly as he considered what Steve was telling him. He didn’t know what to say.
Bucky opened his eyes as Steve began to speak again. “The world doesn’t need me.” Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. He was able to keep his expression stoic, but his gaze glittered as he stared intently at his friend. “Not anymore.”
“But maybe I do.” The statement was out before Bucky could even think about it fully. But he found himself not regretting saying it aloud nor that his hurt had now risen to the surface of his features. His jaw was set, but his tense brow softened beneath Steve’s unwavering gaze.
“Buck…”
A part of him wanted to argue with his friend, to try and convince him to not make this decision. But it made Bucky feel selfish, this intense desire to preserve his newly repaired world. He knew deep down that Steve, regardless of his victories, had never been fully satisfied. They had only been reunited for a little while before and after the Decimation, but he did understand that there were parts of Steve’s heart that had never fully recovered from his losses
That knowledge didn’t make this moment any less painful or infuriating, but it at least allowed Bucky to grasp why his old friend would choose to leave him. Their time spent reuniting after so many decades apart was still way too short, but how could he keep Steve from returning to his happiness? While Bucky was sure that his old friend was truly glad he had found his place at Eden’s side, it only made those gaps in his own life ache considerably. And he deserved love just as much as Bucky did, if not more so.
“Well, I guess we’ve reached the end of the line.” Bucky was able to make his tone light, but his jaw tightened against the lump in his throat. He clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder, two sets of watering blue eyes meeting. There was so much else Bucky wanted to say and to thank him for, but the words were lost to him. Instead, he savored this peaceful moment enjoying his friend’s presence for the last time.
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FUCKING WORTH IT
I squeaked.
Being more than aware that the probability of getting even one Bucky was slim, I got the set. Because someone had made two rows of this box set the wrong price ($15.98 is the wrong price. You damn straight I’ll get it at that price).
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“... where is everybody?”.
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Bucky, holding a rock: Y/N just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock."
Thor: If you don't marry them, I will.
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It's so insane because every time I watch CATWS I'm like... Steve Rogers would literally prefer to die at Bucky's hands than go on living without him. Steve would rather die than admit that he really truly lost Bucky. He wants to look into Bucky's eyes as Bucky kills him because at the very least, it's Bucky. He knows for certain he's gonna spend his final moments with Bucky, whether that's a peaceful death decades from now, hand in hand, or right now, as Bucky beats him lifeless.
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More ai-generated Bucky giving me filthy thoughts. Also from tiktok @animavelita
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The Roommate Series | The Christmas Gift
Roommate!Bucky X Reader
This is a drabble series based on my life with my roommate.
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It was just before Christmas that you got a text from your roommate, Bucky.
'Hey, weird question for NO REASON'.
'What's your ring size?"
You laughed when the text came through, knowing exactly why he was asking. The two of you had been joking that you were practically a married couple living together, eating together, and shopping together. When Bucky first joked about it, you'd asked him,
If we're married, then where's my ring?
Don't worry about it. It's coming. Bucky had answered.
You thought he was full of it before, just going along with the joke. But now, you're not so sure.
You texted him back your ring size, a little smiley emoji next to it.
'Excellent, I'll do absolutely nothing with this info at all.'
You rolled your eyes at the text.
'As expected. Lol.' You texted back, but what you really meant was, sure, like I believe a word you say.
Come Christmas time, you found a bag, much bigger than what a ring would be in under your little tree. The bag was black and gold and you couldn't help but think it matched perfectly with his metal arm.
Bucky walked out of his room, dressed in loose fitted pajamas. He grabbed the bag from under the tree and sat down on the couch, beckoning you over. You happily sat by him, pulling your legs up and under you as you did so.
"For me?" You asked, nodding towards the bag.
"Of course," Bucky answered with a smile. He passed the bag to you, which was surprisingly light for the size of it. "Open it up."
With a large smile, you dug around the bag, grabbing hold of a small, black box. You eyed it for a moment before opening it up.
Inside the box sat a beautiful golden ring. A large oval gem at its center. In the low light of the morning, it glittered like fresh snow. On either side of the gem were small, triangular cut gems that pointed out in all three directions.
"You bastard," you breathed.
"I told you I'd get you a ring." Bucky answered.
"Yeah," you answered as you slipped the ring on your finger. "I guess you did."
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: “Hop in the shower, she beggin’ for more…”
Warnings: SMUT: [Teasing, Dirty talk, Handjob, Blowjob, Brief face fucking, Edging, Begging (m and f), Marking, Slight degradation, Possessiveness, Size kink, Begging kink, Praise kink, Choking kink, Slight Daddy kink, Mention of domination kink, Shower sex, Unprotected P in V sex] USE OF PET NAMES: (Baby, Babygirl, Doll, Princess)
Word Count: 2370
Part 1
“We should probably go shower…” Bucky says as he strokes your cheek gently.
“Yeah, we should.” You pant back.
After a few moments Bucky picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent. Even after fucking you into oblivion he still smells like his cologne, though it’s faint. When he walks into the bathroom he places you on the counter to turn on the water and let it heat up.
Once he thinks the water is warm enough he picks you up again and places you under the warm water. The warmth feels amazing on you skin and you instantly relax. Bucky applies a generous amount of body wash on the loofa and steps closer to you. He gently scrubs your back, leaving kisses on your neck as he does so. Telling you how beautiful you look and how good you did for him. He turns you around and focuses on your stomach, making his way to your breasts. You look into his eyes as he spreads the suds around them, you can see the desire start to creep into his features. Bucky drops down to his knees and scrubs you legs and feet. As he washes your thighs he lightly blows on your pussy, making your knees buckle slightly. He finishes cleaning you, being careful not to pay too much attention on your most sensitive parts, thinking your not quite ready for another round. As you rinse off you watch him, thinking up a plan of how to get him absolutely needy for you.
You take the loofa from his hand and start on his broad chest, loving the way he looks at you you do so. Like he knows you have something in mind. Before you know it there’s only one place that needs cleaned and you drop the loofa. Bucky looks down at you absolutely confused. You pump some soap into your hand and drop to your knees in front of the super soldier. You look up at him him innocent eyes as you grab ahold of his base and his he throws his head back and groans out. You pump him a few times and semi quickly hardens and you can barely even fit you hand around his shaft, he’s so thick.
“God, Bucky, you’re so big.” You breathe out. That must have been the right thing to say because you feel his dick twitch in your hand and you smirk slightly. You start a slow, gentle pace that has him whimpering quietly, needing more. You take your other hand and pump him with that hand as well to get some soap on it before bringing it down to his sack. He moans out loud at the pleasure he’s receiving. The sounds he’s making has you absolutely dripping with need. The slight tug at his sack and the slow pace your pumping him still isn’t enough to make Bucky cum and you know it. You pull away from him completely and stand up; he snaps his eyes open, not realizing he has even closed them. He quickly rinses off and you drop to your knees again and push him back till his back hits the wall. Once again you take hold of him by the base and look up into his eyes as you flick your tongue on his slit.
“Y-y/n, I need more, please.” He pleads softly.
Something about Bucky, the six foot super soldier, begging you does something to you and you feel yet another wave of heat in your core.
“C’mon, Buck. I know you can do better than that.” You send him yet another innocent look.
He looks down at you, unbelieving. There is no way in hell he is going to beg for you to give him more.
“You don’t wanna beg?” He just stares at you. “Fine.”
You wrap you lips around the head of his cock and suck slightly.
Bucky bites his lip, holding back the sounds threatening to escape his throat.
As you take him further into your mouth you moan around him, causing his hips to buck from the feeling. As you draw back you run your tongue along the prominent vein running along the underside of his cock. You start a steady pace that obviously wasn’t enough for Bucky because his hips start thrusting, making his cock hit the back of your throat till you gag. You suck him so he can feel the soft warmth of your cheeks around his throbbing length. And that’s when his hips start to lose their rhythm and you know he’s close. You let him make a few more thrusts and then you let off of him, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you to him.
“What the actual fuck, y/n!” He shouts at you.
“What?” You ask, playing dumb. You can see his eyes darken five shades and his pupils dilate even further.
“Oh, you wanna p-” His sentence is cut off by a moan when you start jerking him off as your suck on the tip of his dick. “Yes, just.. like.. that.” He pants out.
You swirl your tongue around his slit at the same rhythm your hands stroke his length. When he tries to push his cock further into your mouth you let off him which makes him growl out in dissatisfaction. You just huff at his reaction and kiss his inner thighs, working your way up till you lips are centimeters from his heavy sack. Once a kiss is placed on one of his balls he stiffens slightly. You quicken the pace of your hand and suck one of his balls into your mouth. The weight of it feeling great on your tongue. You fondle it with your tongue, memorizing the feel of it. When you let off of him he whines out, needing you back on him as soon as possible. Lucky for him you wrap your lips around the other and suck it into your mouth, giving it the same treatment. Soon enough he’s close to bursting again and you once again pull completely away from him again. And he whimpers from the edging, and that’s when you know you’re going to get exactly what you want soon enough.
He blows out an exasperated sigh, “Why do you keep doing that?! I get oh, so close and you just pull away!”
“I already told you…”
“Told me what?”
“I wanna hear you beg.”
“No.” Bucky loves the control; he can’t even imagine giving it to someone else.
“Then you don’t cum.” You give him a grin.
“Please, no.” He sighs.
You perk up at his voice. “What was that?”
He looks down, defeat drawing on his face and breathes out. “Please…”
“You gotta be louder than that, love.”
“Please make me cum, y/n. I need to cum so bad! Please, please, please.” Bucky yells out.
You give him an effortless smile. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?” And with that you take him into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. You grab hold of his hand and guide it to the back of your head to let him guide you along his length. Bucky gladly takes control and pushes his cock down your throat until your nose comes into contact with his body. He stills for a moment, constricting your breathing and making you splutter around him before pulling you back, letting you take a second to breathe. Once he guides your mouth back on him, he’s guiding you quickly, fucking your face without abandon.
“YES!! Just like that, doll, F-fuck, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock. Wanna cum down your pretty little throat. Will ya let me do that, babygirl?”
You just moan around his cock and that’s what sends Bucky hurtling over the edge. He shoves his cock deeper into your mouth and you feel his hot cum spurt down your throat. You swallow around him as best you can taste his cum on your tongue and moan out again.
Bucky pulls out of your mouth, still hard as a rock and pulls you up to stand on your feet. “God, you’re such a needy whore. I just fucked you on your room and you had to come in here and be fucking cumslut. Can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”
“Need you, Bucky.”
He pushes you against the wall, your back to him and he breathes against your neck. “You’re gonna have to better than that if you want my cock in your pretty little cunt.”
At this point you can feel your slick run down you thighs and your core is burning with desire. You arch your back to grind against his dick, Bucky pulls just out of reach and chuckles darkly in your ear. A shiver runs down your spine despite the hot water surrounding you. Bucky brings his metal hand up to your neck and squeezes slightly. “If you want me inside you, I wanna hear you begging.” He growls out.
You clench around nothing at the dominant tone in his voice and you want nothing more than for him to fuck you senseless and be in complete control. “Bucky,” you whine out.
Bucky grabs hold of his cock and slides it through your sopping folds, and you whimper when the head circles you throbbing clit. “C’mon, y/n. Beg, I know you can do it.”
“Bucky, please! Please fuck me, I need it so bad.” You pleaded, close to tears from the teasing.
The head of his cock prods at your entrance; you try to push back to take him in but Bucky grabs hold of your hips with his flesh hand, his metal hand still placed around your throat. “Bucky, please, please. I-I need you.” And that’s when a tear runs down your cheek.
“Oh, baby. That’s not how you ask. You gotta use my name.”
“I-I did,” you say, slightly confused.
Bucky releases the grip on your hip and lightly smacks your ass, you moan from the stinging pleasure. “That’s not my name, princess. You had no problem saying it in the bedroom.”
“D-Daddy, I need your cock deep inside of me. Please.”
“Good girl,” Bucky says as he bottoms out inside of you. It’s a good thing he’s holding you up, if he wasn’t you definitely would’ve fallen over from the force of his thrust and the praise he gave you.
“YES! I’m your good girl, Daddy. Fuck my hard, please. I need to feel you.”
Bucky obviously had enough of your babbling because his grip on your throat tightened, slightly constricting your airway.
“Be a good girl, and take then,” he growls in your ear. You arch your back into him to take him deeper inside you and you can once again feel him in your guts, just like earlier. The thought of him filling you up consuming your every thought and you clench hard around his length, causing him to groan out. “Sh-shit, babygirl. Clenchin’ me so good, gonna blow my load too quickly.”
At that you clench even harder and let out a choked moan. “You like that, y/n? You want me to fill you up till your dripping with my cum?” You just nod your head, unable to say anything because of the hold he has on your neck, but you wouldn’t want him any other way.
You just close your eyes, letting the pleasure consume every part of your body. You memorize the way his cock feels gliding in and out of your pussy, the way his hips stutter when you clench around him, the way he moans in your ear, and how you wan feel every vein in his thick length. As he pounds into you, you can’t help the tears that start to escape and Bucky chuckles darkly at the sight. He releases his grip on your throat and trails his fingers down to circle your clit. “That good?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you sob out.
“I love this pussy. Love the way you clench when I hit that spot deep with in you. Love the how soft and warm it is. Could stay inside you forever.” You moan loudly at that, and Bucky slows his thrusts and the circling of his fingers on your clit. “You like that idea, y/n? You wanna be my girl?”
You turn your head to look in his eyes and give him a quick kiss before saying, “Yes, Bucky Barnes, I would love to be your girl.”
“God, you’re too good to me.” He breathes out as he kisses your neck, leaving marks all over so everyone will know you belong to him. His pace picks up again and he angles his hips so he’s hitting your g-spot with every push of his cock. Your legs start to shake and he knows you’re close. Bucky brings his metal fingers to circle your sensitive nub again and the coil tightens further within you.
“Cum for me, y/n. I wanna hear you when you cum around my cock. Don’t hold back, babygirl.” His thrusts become erratic and sloppy as he says that last statement. “You’re mine, y/n.” Bucky burrows his face in your neck.
“I’m yours,” You pant out.
“Your only mine, always. Nobody else gets to touch you like this. No one else gets to bury his cock deep inside you. And nobody else gets to make you feel this good.” He punctuates each sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, hitting your cervix.
“I’M ONLY YOURS, BUCKY!” You scream out as your cum around his cock for the third time that night. “F-Fuck!”
At hearing you scream his name Bucky stills his hips, his dick deep inside you and spills his seed so deep you know you’ll feel him for days. Bucky gives a few more languid thrusts, riding out both of your highs before pulling out his softening cock. He spins you around and picks pulls you into his arms. The last thing you hear is Bucky telling you how beautiful you are before you fall into a blissful sleep.
Part 3
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18+ smutty drabble with some angst and all the fluff and possessive, fwb to lovers college Bucky, I wanted to try something, images are mine, Canva pulled through with the layout. Maybe I'll write something again with this picture, (mob Bucky? DBF Bucky?) but here's an idea:
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"You up?"
You smirked at the text message that popped up, already swinging your legs out of bed because you knew exactly what was to follow-
"Come over"
You didn't bother changing out of the hoodie you were already lounging in, pulling on some shorts and throwing on Bucky's leather jacket before heading out. You pulled the jacket tighter around your body as you walked 2 blocks to his place, fiddling with the spare key he'd given you just because.
"Hey Steve, hey Sam" You gave Bucky's roommates/ bestfriends a wave as you let yourself in, padding past the living room, headed right to his room.
"Hey peanut" The blonde smiled before throwing a knowing smirk to Sam as soon as they heard the door click shut.
"$20 they keep this up for another month"
"Deal"
-
"Hey Buck-
"How come you didn't tell me you'd already left," Bucky set his laptop off to the side, his tight black tshirt riding up giving you a pretty view of his happy trail as he leaned over, closing the screen shut.
"You knew I was going to come-" You started with an eyeroll but Bucky wasn't having it, shaking his head while you looked at the knickknacks sitting on his desk.
"And I've told you to at least let me know when you leave, especially at night"
"When did you care so much" You snorted, gasping when he came up from behind you, turning you around and grasping your jaw in his hand, squeezing your cheeks, making you meet his eyes.
"You don't walk out alone at night. I would have called you an uber"
"It's two blocks-
"I don't care. So who were you all dressed up for earlier today" Bucky cocked at eyebrow, releasing the soft grip he had on your jaw, moving them to rest around your waist instead.
"I wasn't dressed up, it was a regular outfit"
"Please, that tiny black skirt with those stockings" His grip tightened, digging around your hips, "Saw you come by the field when we had practice, were you trying to show me something doll" He smirked, noting you were currently still in his leather jacket.
"I thought it looked cute, don't flatter yourself Barnes-
"That's Steve's sweater" Bucky cut you off narrowing his eyes, tugging the hem of the hoodie. You hadn't even noticed, giggling when you realized you had indeed somehow accidently ended up with Steve's sweater.
"I just wear whatever's comfy, must've gotten mixed up in your laundry last time I was here" You shrugged, tossing off his jacket onto the chair by the desk. "If it helps, it was your hoodie I intended to steal"
"You're not wearing his sweater" It was a statement, something other than lust clouding his thoughts, itching to rip the sweater off your body and keep you wrapped up in nothing else but him.
"Seriously? Why does it matter, I thought this was just casual anyway-
"Mine" Bucky growled, pulling the hoodie off your body and making a point of tossing it out of the room before locking it shut again. "You're mine"
"Bucky-
"Always teasing me with those fuckin' skirts" Bucky grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder and tossing you over the bed before crawling on top of you and pinning you under him. You hadn't been wearing anything under the hoodie, gasping when Bucky tugged at your nipples, smirking as they pebbled at his touch. "Do you not see how other guys look at you when you wear that baby"
"Bucky please" You sounded needier than usual, caught off guard by his surge of possessiveness, different from his usual protective nature over you. He attacked your neck with kisses, sucking bruises onto them between soft bites, letting his tongue swipe over the area after.
"Tell me, lookit you laying in my bed as soon as I call, soo needy all just for me, huh?" His hands came to lace with yours, pressing his erection between your legs, grinding against your clothed core.
"Jamie, do something" You pouted, squeaking when he came down to nip your lips, getting off you just to throw your shorts and panties off, wasting no time ridding himself of his clothes. He slotted himself back between your legs, letting his thick length rest between your soaked cunt.
"Patience pretty bunny, you have no idea what you do to me, do you. Not sharing you with anyone, you're mine"
"I'm yours?" You whined feeling his cockhead swipe through your folds, gathering your slick, a flash of vulnerability passing between you as his eyes bore into yours.
"Always, babydoll" Bucky whispered with his lips brushing against your as he started to push in, the both of you gasping at the feeling of the initial stretch. It didn't matter how many times he'd already had you like this, the feeling was forever unmatched. He didn't bother with giving you a moment to adjust, setting a brutal pace as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you. He made of a point of making you scream as loud as possible, well aware his best friends were still home, working his hips faster at the thought of you in Steve's sweater.
"You're. All. Mine" Bucky slammed his cock into you with each word, hoping to write his name in cum all over the inside of your tight cunt. "Say it, tell me you're mine, c'mon baby"
"M'y-yours" You stuttered out, "I'm yours Bucky!!"
"That's right, gonna make you scream that all night"
-
And he kept his word. Bucky kept you impaled on his cock until he couldn't hold it any longer, spilling ropes of his load into you, one after the other. He would watch it drip out before getting hard again from the sight along, pushing his dick back into you to make sure not a drop was wasted.
You panted, withering under him as he pulled one more orgasm out of you before letting his bodyweight drop, his now disheveled locks and flushed cheeks resting against your bare chest.
"I meant it you know" He murmured, pressing a kiss between your breasts before looking up at you, "It's more than just physical for me"
"Are you sure?" You giggled as he leaned up to nudge his nose against yours with a shy smile he reserved just for you..
"Very sure. I love you" Bucky mumbled against you hair, pulling the sheets up to cover you both, his arms wrapped tightly around you body to his chest.
"I love you too"
"I also meant it when I said you can't wear his sweaters"
"Bucky-
"Mine"
-
"I want my $20"
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