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Car Rides
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Summary: Road trips are usually pretty boring, but you and Bucky find a way to pass the time.
Warnings: Smut, Public sex, Car sex, Language, Fluff, Mutual Pining,
Word Count: 1.8K
A/n: I got this request AGES ago apparently and I'm only just seeing it now! hope y'all enjoy!
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"Can you move your seat up?"
There's a brief pause, almost like Sam's thinking about it, before - "no."
Silence hangs heavily in the car for a long moment as Steve drives and you can't help but feel bad for Bucky.
He's squished in behind Sam, While you've got a decent amount of room behind Steve.
"We can switch, if you want?" You offer quietly, nudging Bucky's knee with yours.
"Steve's not stopping the car just so Terminator can feel more comfortable," Sam interjects, ignoring the ice of Bucky's stare.
"I'm sure we can switch spots while he's driving. We've done far more on missions with less room, I have faith. Unbuckle your seatbelt."
"Yes ma'am."
You take off your own seatbelt, ignoring Steve's warning look in the rearview mirror.
"Okay, I'm gonna climb over you in the middle seat so when you scoot over I'll climb over and then we'll be set!"
Foolproof! Brilliant!
Bucky scoots over to the middle and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself, then grab his shoulders and stretch one leg over his lap.
Steve chooses that particular moment to hit a bump in the road, sending you tumbling into Bucky and forcing his face into your chest.
Your shirt of choice today is fairly low cut, leaving little to the imagination, even less now that Bucky's face is pressed to your goods.
Regaining your coordination feels like it takes a lifetime, but you eventually manage to pry your boobs out of Bucky's face and plop down in the seat behind Sam.
Your heart hammers in your chest and you avoid looking at Bucky with all your might as you put your seatbelt on.
It's no secret that there's tension between the two of you that has only been growing the more time you spend together, but now? Now that you pretty much forced him to motorboat you?
Horrible. Stupid. The worst idea you've ever had ever.
You almost pray for the car to roll off a cliff to save you from the embarrassment licking up your spine.
The ride is silent for a little while, with some of Sam's music being the only thing stopping it from being too heavy, and soon his soft snores accompany the tunes.
After maybe about half an hour, Bucky's knee brushes against yours once briefly, then rests against it more firmly, with purpose.
Your gaze darts over to him but he's got his eyes focused out the window. You let your eyes fall to where he's manspreading into your personal space, and freeze when your eyes land on the bulge in his pants.
The bulge that certainly was not there before the two of you switched spots, not that you looked.
And now you can't tear your eyes away from it.
Sure, all this time the two of you have been flirty and a little more than friendly, but never to this extent.
Your eyes raise to his face once more and your heart stops for a moment when you meet his gaze.
You're caught now.
Swallowing hard, you glance at his crotch once more then turn to look out your own window, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt at fighting the warmth that's quickly spreading.
Bucky rolls his window down, and the light mechanical whirring sound masks the soft gasp that leaves you when his hand lands on your thigh.
You glance down at where his hand is, watching as his fingers flex as he squeezes your supple flesh.
Your body acts on its own, thighs spreading slightly and giving him the green light he needs to slide his hand up closer to your centre.
Eyes focused on the rearview mirror, you slowly grab Bucky's discarded jacket and drape it over your lap while spreading your legs further, successfully hiding his fingers as they dust over your core.
"Cold?" He asks, glancing at you as he slides his hand down your pants.
You swallow hard and nod, leaning back and breathing through your mouth as he slides a thick finger through your folds.
"With the window open it's a little breezy, but the fresh air is nice," you whisper, breath hitching when he rubs your clit gently.
He nods his agreement, coating his middle finger in your essence then slowly pushing it inside of you.
"Clears the head."
You nod, eyes falling shut as he begins a steady pace, pushing on your walls deliciously slow.
"Exactly," the words are a mere breath on your lips as you lose yourself in the feeling of him.
He leans his head back, his eyes focused on your face as he massages your walls, pulling his finger out only to push two right back in.
He watches as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, brows furrowing as you try your hardest to stay quiet through the slow building pleasure.
It's almost torturously slow, and he knows that, but watching your small twitches and movements has Bucky's dick growing hard enough to cut diamonds.
"We got a good day for this, huh?" Bucky asks, grinning when you struggle to open your eyes.
"Yeah it's... good... it's really good," you whisper, eyelids fluttering slightly before you finally raise your glassy eyes to his.
"I could go for a snack soon though, something sweet to eat."
"Mhmm," you let out a soft moan of agreement as he slips a third finger inside you, pumping them in and out at a slightly faster speed than before.
Not fast enough to draw attention to the two of you, but fast enough for you to be struggling to keep still.
"Next gas station isn't too far out. They probably won't have much but we can stop there to grab a snack and stretch," Steve's voice says from the front seat, his eyes glancing at you and Bucky in the rearview mirror before focusing on the road again.
"Sounds good to me," Bucky says, his voice low and his mischievous eyes focused on you as you nod your agreement.
You dig your head back into the headrest, toes curling in your shoes as his palm rubs against your clit with every thrust of his fingers inside of your wet heat.
He stretches your walls deliciously, enhanced senses picking up the tangy sweet smell of your cunt on every gust of wind that blows through the car.
He can't help but lick his lips, greatly looking forward to tasting you once he's finished enjoying fingering your tight snatch.
Eyes slowly opening, you let your head roll to the side eyes finding his as you breathe softly through your mouth.
He grins cheekily at you and stuffs his fingers inside of you a little harder, watching in smug satisfaction when your face screws up with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The car slowly rolls to a stop and Steve lets out a groan.
"All right. I'm gonna stretch my legs and grab a snack. Are you guys coming in?" Steve's eyes find Bucky's as he opens the door.
Sam jolts upright with a groan, rubbing his face then yawning and pulling off his seatbelt.
"I'm gonna come inside," He says groggily, stumbling out of the car and stretching.
"I think we're good back here, she's falling asleep," Bucky whispers, giving your clit a particularly rough rub before pulling his fingers out of you.
Sam and Steve head into the gas station, and as soon as they are out of sight Bucky is tossing the jacket off of your lap and yanking your pants down your legs.
He licks his fingers clean while using his other hand to undo his belt and shuck his pants down his thighs, exposing his weeping hot cock.
"We don't have much time, sweetheart, better make it count. N'when we get to the cabin I'll fuck you nice and slow and proper," he promises quietly.
You straddle his waist once more, wet core dripping onto his lap and Bucky can't help but hiss when he slides his aching cock through your folds.
He rubs your clit a few times then slides inside in one quick thrust, pressing his mouth to yours to swallow the sound of your moan.
With the window open, you guys aren't exactly safe. Anyone could drive or walk by and Sam and Steve will likely only be gone for a few minutes.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby... shit..."
His voice is strained as you begin rocking your hips in his lap, eyes squeezed shut as the tip of his cock drags across your g-spot.
Rather than let you have your fun, he flips you onto your back in the back seat of the car and hammers his hips down to meet yours, his lips trailing over your throat as you moan softly at the new angle.
He's hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and kissing your cervix with every other roll of his hips.
The pleasure and pain mix and make your head foggy, and it doesn't take long for your toes to curl around Bucky's hips and your climax to creep up on you.
Metal fingers toy with your clit with expert precision, and within only a few moments, your walls are clamping down around him and successfully milking him of his cum.
He lets out a few shuddering breaths as his own orgasm washes over him, balls tight as he pumps you full of ropes and ropes of thick white cum.
His head rests on your chest for a moment, breathing you in as he basks in his high, and then he's carefully pulling out of you and yanking his pants back on.
You, on the other hand, are stuck on your back as aftershocks wrack your frame.
Chuckling softly at his handy work, Bucky helps you back into your pants then pulls you up into his arms.
You collapse against his chest when he leans back against the door, cuddled in his arms as much as you can in the cramped backseat of the car.
He holds you gently, his own eyes closing as he relaxes into his post orgasmic bliss with you.
Your heart is racing even minutes later when Sam and Steve return to the car, each climbing in quietly when they see the two of you curled up together.
Steve sets a grocery bag full of snacks and drinks down on the floor in the backseat, then turns the music on quietly and starts driving, oblivious to what's just gone on.
As he drives you settle against Bucky, falling asleep gently while his load drips out of your swollen cunt. A mess he plans on thoroughly cleaning up as soon as you reach your destination.
#Bucky X reader#Bucky X reader smut#Bucky Barnes x reader#Bucky X reader fluff#bucky fanfic#bucky smut#sam wilson#Steve rogers#bucky barnes#marvel smut#marvel fanfic#Bucky/reader fluff#Bucky X you#bucky/reader#bucky/you smut#bucky/reader smut
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Here’s what I’m thinking about:
Biker!Bucky (who also happen to be your brothers best friend) fucking your thighs.
TW: 18+ oral (fem receiving), pussy job, thigh job, virgin reader (Bucky is very into it), no piv
No YN, Reader is referred to as Bug and is described as being plus size but there are no other physical descriptors. Takes place after Biker!Bucky comforts you when you get way too high.
Things had shifted after that blessedly damned brownie but despite all the begging you’d done for Bucky to finally split you open and take you apart on his cock he was valiant in his efforts to take it slow. Slow somehow including licking into your mouth at the back of a movie theater while two knuckles deep, having you ride his thigh at the food truck festival, and spending countless hours in bed between your spread thighs.
It’s where you are now, the soft cotton of Bucky’s bedspread dampening under your sweat soaked skin, his tongue working sinful circles over your swollen nub causing you to clench, almost painfully, down on the two fingers he’s currently working you open on.
And jesus fuck there’s enough slick dripping past them and onto your thighs for him to drown in; he’d happily go that way, buried face first in the creamy mess you’ve left just for him.
Alternatively you could just smother him with your thighs, fuck, your thighs- his brain feels like mush as he turns his head just enough to begin placing wet open mouthed kisses to the soft skin of your right thigh, laving and nipping at each stretch mark as he moves across them, furthering wetting his face with you as he does so. He grunts as you pull particularly hard at his hair, arching your back and trying to redirect his mouth to your clit but he ignores you as he begins to lick long stripes across the meat of your thighs, tasting musk and salt and something unconventionally sweet.
This could be the day, he thinks, your mewls going straight to his dick. He could finally fuck you open, carve out that space inside he now knows you’ve been saving just for him, claim you but-
“Bu-u-ucky!” Your whine sounds nearly petulant, still wiggling to try and get his mouth back on you, “please!” But no, no you’re not ready yet.
Instead he sits back on his haunches, watching for a moment as his fingers disappear and reappear as he fucks you with them, each thrust a little harder than the last before his hands find their way up your body, spreading slick across the ample swell of your stomach before he’s cupping your face and half pulling your upper body off the bed to meet him in a filthy open mouthed kiss.
“Let’s try something new, Bug.”
You release a soft oomph as he pushes you back on the bed with little ceremony, back flat. You rub your thighs together in sweet anticipation, the sound of his belt buckle coming undone making you whimper, this could be it, this could be it, this could be-
But no, instead of pressing the spongy head of his cock inside of you he uses it to circle your clit, thumb guiding it around and around before he begins to languidly thrust his cock through the messy lips of your gushing pussy. The flat length of it provides a friction like you’ve never felt before, your gasps and moans joining in with Bucky’s labored breathing each time the tip nudges your clit on each up stroke. After a few minutes of this, of clenching painfully around nothing, awareness only awarded to the pleasure he gives you and the pain he causes by leaving you empty inside, he pushes both of your thighs up to rest on your plush stomach and begins to fuck them.
There’s no other way to describe it. Bucky is fucking your thighs, he’s gripping them painfully tight, pushing them together, and driving his length in and out between them, plenty lubricated by the slick that continues to escape you. The tip of his cock still manages to kiss your clit at each stroke. You're delirious with pleasure, keening and moaning and raking your nails down whatever bit of inked skin you can reach, and though his cock feels like heaven between your thighs it’s his voice that ultimately sends you over;
“Fuck, Bug” he rasps “Fuck, Bug, you feel so good, my beautiful girl- my-Fuck”
His dark hair is limp against his forehead, plastered to it by his own sweat, and his mouth, that sinful mouth is still glistening with proof of his devotion to your pleasure as he continues to talk you through it.
“If it feels this good now just- fuck, just think about when I’ve got you stuffed full of my cock. Christ, I can’t wait, I’m going to fucking ruin you, Bug.”
With one particularly hard nudge from the head of his cock to your clit you let go with a cry, something that vaguely sounds like his name and has him also reaching his end, painting the messy lips of your pussy white with his cum.
#bucky barnes x reader#biker!bucky#bucky/reader#bucky barnes smut#plus sized reader#hwita#brother's best friend bucky#bucky and bug
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Babydoll | Bucky x Reader | Mutually Beneficial AU
After suggesting that you embark on a dom/sub relationship, Bucky reads about collars and gets you a gift.
Warnings: 18+, d/s themes, collaring, pet names & honourifics, suggestion of sex.
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Mutually Beneficial Masterlist
Your relationship with Bucky was no secret to the rest of the team. If you were together you were touching, staying in each others spheres, gravitating to each other and that was before you had made it official two weeks ago.
There was, however, a side to your relationship the others didn't know so much about. Since the day you met it'd been clear Bucky liked to be in control and honestly you loved it. Being an Agent was hard work, stressful and wearing. Knowing that when your suit came off, and sometimes when it was still on, you didn't have to think of anything else gave you a deep sense of peace.
He was a commanding officer in the field so that felt perfectly natural, but he was very much a commander in the rest of your relationship too. It started small, making sure you ate and drank enough during the day, ensuring you were keeping up your good habits, making space for your hobbies. He was never angry when you didn't, but he'd offer incentives if you did. He'd say he was proud of you, call you his good girl and kiss your forehead, cheek, lips gently.
Then one day he joked he'd spank you for talking back in the field and you melted instantly, knees hitting the floor, forehead resting reverently on his leg and you apologised "I'm sorry, Sarge," you whispered. Not Bucky, not even James, "Sarge". And he was gone too, lost in the thought of you being his completely.
You had mentioned dom and sub dynamics to him before, playfully, and he'd jumped at the idea. It was very much early days, building up your likes and dislikes, but no relationship had ever felt so right as being Bucky's Babydoll.
In return Bucky liked being able to call the shots in his life, and that you trusted him completely gave him a renewed sense of himself. He was a decision maker, a care taker, a lover and it'd been such a long time since he'd been allowed to flex this side of himself that he had thrown himself into it engulfing you in his care and attention.
"You okay, Sarge?" You whispered in his ear, snuggled into his side on the sofa while the credits rolled on the Saturday morning kids film you'd both been dozing to.
He jolted a little, coming back to himself, the memory of your shining eyes looking up at him from the floor the night before distracting him.
"Of course, Doll, I'm with you" he kissed the top of your head, his hand warm on your back, holding you close against his firm side. The muscles of his chest jumping as you traced patterns through his shirt.
"Just looked like you were lost for a moment." You kissed his neck, one hand fiddling with the tags around his neck.
"I was, but I'm back now." He assured.
"What were you thinking about?" You traced the edges of his dog tags, running your hand over his chest agasin, down towards his stomach, but no lower, not without permission.
"Just you. How you make me feel. I like knowing you trust me, having you to look after. Makes me feel...whole again. Like I should." You felt your face heat from his words, the praise and love evident in every syllable.
"I like knowing I have you, that you've always got my back and my best interests at heart. That you look after me. You make me whole too," you rubbed your face into the side of his chest, burying yourself deeper in his warmth.
"Yeah? You like it when I take care of you, Babydoll?" He teased, kissing the top of your head and squeezing your sides.
"Of course I do. I need you, Sarge."
"Can I give you something. Something to show you're mine?" You shivered a little, Bucky calling you 'mine' was always in private and it made you feel hot all over to think he'd want to give you something permanent, demonstrable.
"Yes," you breathed back.
Bucky sat you both up pulling a box from his pocket and crossing his legs so you could sit face to face. "I got you a necklace," he handed the box over almost shyly, the blue velvet felt plush as you flipped it open.
Inside was a short gold chain with a little circular disk on. Inscribed on one side was 'Babydoll' with your birth stone underneath, your face lit up instantly at the thought of wearing it for him, of feeling his affection so close to you.
"Oh Bucky," you closed your eyes, bringing the box up to your heart.
"You don't have to wear it all the time if you don't want to. You don't have to wear it at all. But, I was reading about what you said, and then about collars. I'd really like if you wore it all the time. What do you think?"
"I love it," you grinned.
"You do?"
"Yes, Sir," you purred back, dropping your eyes demurely. He hitched his breath pulling you into his lap.
"And, if you like, maybe I could put one of my tags on it?"
"Yes!"
He pulled his tags over his head, sliding the extra tag off and onto the thin gold chain.
"Turn around, Doll," you slid out of his lap onto the floor between his thighs so he could wrap the chain around your neck.
It sat snug against the base of your throat, the silver disk laying over the top of Bucky's tag. You let your hand drift over the cool metal and met Bucky's on your sternum.
"Let me see?" He tipped your chin up between his finger and thumb with one hand, his metal fingers tracing the chain with the other. "You look beautiful."
Bucky held your hips as you climbed back into his lap again, sighing with approval.
"Sarge, its perfect." You shut your eyes at the feel of the cold metal, reminding you of Bucky's hand, firm yet loving. He growled, pulling you close by tugging on the chain, holding you still while he kissed you.
"No, Babydoll, you're perfect"
#Bucky#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky fanfic#Bucky/Reader#Bucky Barns/Reader#dom!bucky#Muturally Beneficial AU
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aud pair
pairing: single dad!bucky barnes x au pair! reader
summary: finding himself alone, james barnes struggles with work and taking care of his young daughter. with no other option, he hires a graduate student to be his au pair.
author’s note: thank you to @talesofadragon for the lovely idea for this work’s name!
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 13
chapter 14
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 17
chapter 18
following chapters upcoming soon
#sebastian stan#bucky barnes#bucky#bucky x reader#bucky/reader#bucky x you#bucky/you#bucky x y/n#bucky/y/n#bucky imagine
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If this ain't a "just the tip, Doll. Scouts honor" lookin mf
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Gimme More
Title comes from this song:
Request: Heyyy I'm way too shy to ask this off anon but have you ever thought about writing a fic where reader has to go undercover as a stripper and she gets paired on the mission with Bucky who acts like he hates her but it's because he's secretly obsessed with her and this is the thing that drives him over the edge? I don't know just think you would do wonders with a prompt like this.
Words: 4,392
Warnings: Stripping, unwanted sexual advances, mild torture. Shower sex.
A lot of the visuals and reader’s final outfit is based on this music video:
Masterlist can be found here:
“Louisiana, Steve?” Bucky barked.
“I really think, this is the key Bucky, we know the deal is happening, we just need this final push of information.”
“Y/n, is already down there, has been the last two months, she’s making fantastic leads but I really think this could be the final step.”
Bucky sighed, and ran his hands through his hair.
“I know you’ve got some problems with y/n, but I really need you to do this.”
Whenever Steve said those words Bucky never felt like he could refuse, because it was Steve and everything he had done for him, so he relented.
Bucky dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, it was more than problems he had with you, he could barely stand to be in the same room as you, let alone have to live with you, he put off packing for as long as possible trying to prolong the inevitable.
Bucky let himself into the safe house, you had texted him the coordinates earlier, telling him you didn’t finish work until after 2am, he showered and climbed into bed.
Your headlights pulling into the driveway woke him and he was rising to let you in.
“I managed to get you work, you’re needed as a heavy hand, security, protection, that kind of thing.”
“How’d you manage that so quickly?” he mused.
“I’ve managed to get quite close to him, I’m his favourite girl at the moment. He trusts me.”
Bucky scoffed and you rolled your eyes, “I’m going to shower, just turn up on time and don’t fuck this up for me.”
Vincent was the club owner, despite never having been a member he had profited greatly from dealings with Hydra. Now he was running a money laundering campaign using the club as cover. He was good to his girls and for the most part ensured no one harmed any of them.
Your second week on the job you had purposely instigated a situation that had a man carried out of the club on a stretcher while you cried on Vincent’s lap, he was a sucker for a pair of sad eyes, you had the saddest eyes of all and you knew how to play him like a violin.
But Bucky didn’t need to know the ins and outs of what you had done to make this mission work.
And so Bucky went to work early the next day, and he didn’t think any more about you until you turned up for your shift the next evening.
“Hey Antonio,” you greeted running your hand along his chest as he moved the rope to let you in “James,” you acknowledged with a nod.
“Man tell me how you’ve known her this long and you aint tapping that,” Antonio sighed following you with his eyes.
“Watch how you speak,” Bucky snapped and he regained his composure sharply, surprising even himself with the outburst.
The dance music spilled out into the night drowning out the sound of crickets and Bucky and Antonio were moved from outside to run security inside. It wasn’t Bucky’s first time inside a strip club, but he didn’t particularly enjoy time in them.
Antonio tapped him and pointed his head in the direction of the stage, Bucky hadn’t even seen you make your way up to the stage, but he was mesmerised as soon as you began to sway your hips, your legs accentuated by the six inch heels you had on, hair tied up in a long ponytail that you swished and swirled effortlessly. You worked the pole in ways Bucky had no idea your body could move, he genuinely felt his mouth go dry as you dropped to the floor, crawling on all fours stopping in front of Vincent to run your hands up your body and swirl your hair, as you unhooked your bra.
Bucky looked away only then because he didn’t want to invade your privacy. The irony of that not being lost on him.
He may have been trust into the modern world against his will, but he still had certain beliefs and the only time he wanted to view your body was with permission and when it was squirming underneath his.
When he chanced a look in your direction again you were sitting on some guys lap while he spilled champagne over your chest and into your mouth.
Bucky made a mental note to make sure you were really were doing okay when you got back to base that night.
You were quiet when you slipped in, Bucky was still awake tapping on his laptop as you slipped your shoes off.
“Does this guy look familiar to you?” you asked simply throwing an ID at Bucky, the name read Andrew Beck, Bucky instantly clocked him as the guy’s lap you had been sitting on earlier.
“How did you get this?” Bucky was seriously impressed, “He paid for a private dance after you left,” you offered simply.
“Y/n,” Bucky sighed “Are you sure you’re okay with this, if Steve knew-”
“-Steve knew what he was sending me to do, I’m fine Buck. But you cannot be so uptight, Beck thought you were my boyfriend the way you kept watching like you wanted to pull the head off anyone who touched me, if Vincent sees you-”
-”No you’re right, I’m sorry.” Bucky interjected and you nodded.
“I’ve put a lot into this and we’re so close I can’t afford to slip up now.”
“We won’t,” Bucky promised, but you knew better than to rely on one of those. You eyed him warily and hmmed in response.
You excused yourself to bed after a shower.
To tell the truth Bucky was putting off going to bed, he had tried to sleep earlier but the thought of you on that stage had his mind going to all sorts of terrible places, and he’d had to readjust himself a few times to try to get comfortable. He didn’t want to cross that boundary but the way your body had wrapped around the pole earlier made that incredibly hard.
Bucky didn’t like you. He made it abundantly clear when you were both living back at the compound. He rolled his eyes at things you suggested, he berated you for mistakes you made on missions and that last one had been so bad Steve had to step in. When Steve had informed you he was sending Bucky down you had begged him for a solid week to send anyone else but him, but he never gave in. If you hadn’t invested so much of yourself into this mission you would have simply told Steve to stick it but you were almost certain you were within arms reach of finding out who Vincent was laundering for and if that meant sucking it up with Bucky for a few weeks then so be it.
Weeks went by of alternating shifts between you and Bucky, he was less and less on security work lately and more on the heavy handed side of things, collecting debts and rolling out punishments, while you continued to work the stage, collecting IDs and bringing them home for Bucky to run through the data base. One particular night he came home fist bloody and headed straight for the bottle of whiskey you kept on the counter. You were applying the finishing touches to your makeup in the bathroom mirror and getting ready to head in when you saw Bucky’s reflection behind you, “Y/n, be careful okay, you don’t hear the way the other guys talk about you and the things they want to do,” before you could even respond he was retreating into his room and slamming the door.
Bucky was the first to find out that Vincent was throwing a private party when he was booked to do security that night. He rushed home to tell you just as you were getting off the phone, “I know when the exchange is happening!” he rushed but his face fell when he saw yours, “What is it?”
“I’ve been booked to work that night,” you said simply, “None of the other girls, just me.”
“You think he’s on to us?” Bucky asked panicked.
“No Bucky, that’s not it. Private parties for Vincent normally mean more than just dancing,” you sighed rubbing your hand across your face.
“Well then it’s non negotiable you’re not going.”
“Bucky we have him, we have him in the palm of our hands now is not the time to back out. Let Steve know to be here, I’ll work out the rest.”
The bile rose in Bucky’s stomach at the thought of it but he had no choice but to trust you.
Bucky stood by the pool, arms folded watching like a hawk, for any sign of the buyer. He hoped Steve and the others were in place because he couldn’t risk using comms tonight.
He heard your laugh from across the lawn, you were in a pink silk and shimmery bra with a matching short shimmery skirt with a slit all the way up to your hip on one side, you looked like a goddess to Bucky with the gold glitter around your eyes and gold bangles adorning your arms.
There was a stage with a singular pole in the middle of the grounds, leather couches and small firepits surrounding it. Some men had already taken their seats in anticipation of your performance. When Vincent stood up to announce your arrival Bucky felt his throat go dry. The music started and you began to sway, there was no denying it, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, you let your hair loose, letting your fingers run through it and swirled your fingers around, dropping to a splits you eased onto your back, long legs extending into the air as you spun around onto your stomach, slowly crawling your way back up the pole.
Bucky wanted to march up on stage, grab you and drag you off into a corner and fuck you senseless, him and every other man watching you, he suddenly felt an immense pang of jealousy over that.
You weren’t his to want or have.
And then he locked eyes with you, as you bent down to touch your toes, butt pressed firmly to the pole, looking up at him through your lashes he nearly came on the spot as you smiled coyly his way.
His concentration was broken however when he heard Vincent’s voice in front of him.
“I’ll want to be compensated, she’s my best earner at the moment,” Bucky honed in on the conversation.
“I will expect to try before I buy,” the man to his right said simply, eyeing you and you slid your bra off effortlessly, Bucky knew that voice, he began wracking his brains to place just where he knew that voice.
“I’ve had only the briefest taste myself but you are in for a treat.”
Bucky didn’t know if he wanted to be sick or kill the men in front of him or both but he hoped Steve would swarm the place soon so it didn’t get to that.
As you finished your set you pulled your bra back on and climbed down from the stage, to the thunderous sound of applause.
Bucky watched you wind your way through the crowd to get to him.
“Enjoy the show?” you teased and he groaned, “I saw you Barnes, you couldn’t look away.”
Bucky lunged forward to reach for you, grasping your arm in his, swallowing thickly, his eyes glanced down to your lips.
“What the fuck did you do?” Vincent shouted, grabbing you by the arm forcing you out of Bucky’s arm to face him.
“Vincent you’re hurting me,” you cried trying to wrangle out of his touch.
Bucky barely even had time to react when he felt the jab in his neck and suddenly he was losing consciousness, your terrified eyes the last thing he saw before he hit the ground.
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Bucky blinked his eyes open to a blinding pain in his head, his hands were secured high above his head and no amount of pulling could set him free, even with his metal arm. The dull ache in his shoulders told him he had been in that position for a while. He tried to do a quick survey of his surroundings, he was definitely in a bunke. He whipped his head around trying to spot you and his heart fell out of his chest when his eyes landed on your unconscious form, tied to a chair, head hanging forward and blood drying on your lips.
“Y/n,” he hissed, “Y/n, you need to wake up. Please,” he begged.
“She’s a tough one,” the same voice that he had been trying to remember earlier mused stepping out of the shadows, “Took down two of my men trying to get to you earlier, she’s got fight in her,” he cupped your face lifting it up to inspect your features, “She’s beautiful huh? Can see why the Cap chose her for this line of business.”
Bucky shook the chains in pure anger trying in vain to free himself, “Get the fuck away from her,” he roared.
It was only when he turned around that Bucky realised it was Jack Rollins, second hand to Brock Rumlow who had participated in disciplining him during his time as the Winter Soldier. He wished his stomach didn’t twist the way it did when he locked eyes with Rollins.
He let out a dry laugh, “So you’re who Vincent has been dealing with?”
“Surprised to see me?” he smirked making his way over to stand in front of Bucky, “Everyone assumed I went down with Triskelion so I let them believe it. But I’ve just been here biding my time, waiting for the day you would show up. I knew Cap couldn’t let his Hydra vendetta go. I was counting on it.”
“And you assumed he would send me?” Bucky spat.
“I knew he would,” he smirked, “Her on the other hand she’s a bonus!”
Bucky again fought with his restraints, “If you fucking touch her-”
-”You won’t be here to see it,” Rollins grinned, “The other guy, the soldier will however, he may even join in.”
Now it was Bucky’s turn to smirk, “He’s gone, the words don’t work anymore, there’s nothing you can do to torture him out of me anymore.”
“Oh I know,” Rollins smirked “You’ve been trained to withstand torture we saw to that,” he turned his attention back to you, “She however, hasn’t. In fact shall we wake her up?”
Bucky saw red and pulled so hard he nearly pulled his arms out of their sockets, but his arms would not come free. He had to simply watch in horror as Rollins threw a bucket of water over you and you gasped back to life, pulling on your own restraints, eyes widening in horror when you saw Bucky, suspended in front of you, before Rollins' face came into view.
“Nice of you to join the party sweetheart,” he smirked and you kicked your leg out in an attempt to connect with him.
Rollins laughed dryly “You see?” he turned to Bucky smirking “Feisty!”
“Fuck you,” you spat “Untie me and I’ll show you feisty.”
Rollins fisted his hand in your hair, forcing your head back, Bucky could see the goosebumps on your skin from the cold water Rollins had thrown on you, he was furious, you were still in the attire you had worn to the party, pink bra and barely there skirt, you had to be freezing, they didn’t even have the decency to cover you.
“You’re going to do something for me,” Rollins commanded.
You tried to yank your face away “I will do nothing for you,” you spat launching forward to plant a headbutt to his face, within seconds he had his hands around your throat, the chair swung back, and the two back legs were the only thing keeping it on the ground.
Bucky watched your legs kick out as you gasped for breath, but what he wasn’t prepared for was the scream that left your mouth to knock all the air out of his lungs, Rollins was holding against your bare torso a device that Bucky knew all too well, it had been used on him one too many times, the volts of electricity that were currently running through your body had been enough to bring him to his knees more than once.
As soon as the four legs hit the ground, you slumped forward, only the restraints kept you from falling forward entirely.
“Submit,” Rollins ordered and you shook your head weakly, “Submit,” he ordered again and you wearily pulled yourself back into place, “No.”
“You want to see her dance again?” he smirked and stuck the rod into your side again reveling in your screams as your body thrashed with the pain.
“Stop! Stop!” Bucky screamed, but Rollins simply drove the rod deeper into your side, your screams like a knife to Bucky’s chest, “Stop, please I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll yield. Just stop.”
He pulled the rod away from you, with a sick smirk and you slumped to the side. Bucky watched your chest rising and falling, a sheen of sweat covering your face and chest.
“Good,” he simply said “Now that I see you can be reasoned with, get some rest. I will be back to talk business soon. Lets give our girl a little chance to recover huh? I have great plans for the two of you- might have to break this one in a little more through,” he winked.
Bucky didn’t respond, his only interest was getting Rollins as far away from you as possible.
“Are you okay?” he tried after a while.
You simply nodded weakly, “Please y/n I need to hear you say it, I need you to talk to me.”
“I’m okay Buck.”
Buck, you had never called him that before.
“But if you for one second think I’m allowing you to give yourself to that creep, you have another thing coming.”
“Y/n-”
“- I can take it Bucky, whatever he does to me I can take, do you hear me? Do not offer yourself like that again. Do. You. Hear. Me?”
He nodded but he knew full well the second he had heard your scream he would rather die than watch you go through that again.
The aches in Bucky’s shoulder was turning to pain and the discomfort was evident on his face, you were assessing the situation. If you could just get out of your binds you could make it up to the chains holding him in place and free him too.
You tried standing a few times, you were shaky on your feet the first few times but you were determined.
“What are you doing?” Bucky tried but you ignored him.
When you felt like you could confidently stand, you took a deep breath, this was going to hurt like a bitch. Natasha had taught you this move on your second week of training, you had never managed to do it without immense pain, but if that meant freeing yourself to give you and Bucky a fighting chance, you were going to do it.
You sprung into action, running as fast as you could and propelling yourself into a summersault you landed down on your back, the chair collapsed in pieces and you lay winded for a few seconds before you could manage to wrangle free from the ropes that had bound your arms in place. Bucky couldn’t even process what he had just seen, he watched you push your left shoulder back into place, wincing slightly and he almost backed away when you made your way towards him.
“Are you okay?” you asked examining him carefully.
“Am I…Am I okay? Y/n are you? What the hell was that?” you huffed out a laugh and switched your attention to the chains over his head, “I need to get up there,” you motioned and he glanced up, he didn’t even get to respond before you were essentially climbing him like a tree, you felt his torso muscles tense when you came face to face, almost like he was holding his breath. You couldn’t help chance a look into his eyes, those worried cobalt eyes were boring back into yours and you swallowed thickly, arms locked around his neck and legs wrapped around his torso.
“You should have escaped,” he said, voice raspy.
“I’m not leaving without you,” you reassured “We’re both getting out of here.”
Bucky nodded and you continued your ascent upwards, the chains were clamped in an industrial clamp, it was locked and no matter how much you tried to pry it open it would not release, it was very clearly made to withstand Bucky’s strength. You slipped one of the heavy bangles off your wrist and unscrewed one of the ends Bucky watched in awe as a tiny blade appeared and you fidgeted with the lock a few seconds before you managed to pick it. The clamp opened and Bucky felt some relief as the pull loosened on his arms.
You plopped back down to the ground, and asked Bucky to pull as hard as he could and he cried out in relief when the chains pulled free from the ceiling.
Without a moments hesitation Bucky strode over to you clasped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours and you returned his kiss greedily, leaning your weight into him, as he snaked his arms around your waist.
“Do you think you can kick the door down?” you asked almost in a haze and he hummed with a nod of his head.
“We’ll have to fight our way out doll.”
“Ready when you are,” you nodded and he made quick work of busting down the door.
It was immediate hand to hand combat and Bucky managed to wrestle a gun from a guard and take out a few more along the way. You were in your bare feet trying to avoid getting your toes trampled on as you fought tooth and nail with a foot soldier who refused to go down, a shot to his shoulder from Bucky had him collapsing and allowed you to pass by.
“Where’s Rollins?” you shot to Bucky as the two of you escaped down a winding corridor, it almost seemed too easy.
Bucky took your hand in his and pulled you along beside him, ready to pounce at any second and finally he was kicking a door out into the fresh night air, and you were both running faster than you had ever run before.
You couldn’t risk going back to the safe house now that your cover was blown, and you didn’t stop running until you were fit to collapse, your body had been through significantly more than Bucky’s tonight.
He managed to hotwire a car and only once you had been driving for over an hour did you feel safe.
Bucky stopped at a gas station to fill up the tank and returned with a sweatshirt that said Louisiana on it, “I thought you’d be cold,” he said simply when your eyes softened at him.
“I spoke to Steve,” he added after a moment, “I used the phone in the store to call him, they’re going after Rollins, Nat got a hit on him, I have the coordinates for a safe house an hour an a half away so they’re going to meet us there tomorrow.”
You relaxed back into your seat, pulling the sweatshirt on.
Bucky collapsed onto the sofa in the safehouse and you rummaged for some food, in the cabinets, finding a box of mac n cheese and opting to make that for both of you, you both ate in silence. The shift in yours and Bucky’s relationship was thick in the air and you didn’t know how to broach it.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Bucky’s voice broke your trail of thoughts and you nodded with a small smile. You bit the inside of your cheek as you heard the water begin to run, before you could overthink it you followed him into the bathroom.
He was standing with his back turned to you, water dripping down his muscled back, and your mouth went dry, you slipped the Louisiana sweatshirt off and his deep voice commanded from nowhere, “Leave the outfit on,” you smirked and slipped into the shower in your shimmery costume, gasping when he pushed you up against the cool tiles of the shower wall.
“You have no idea what you do to me in those tight little outfits,” he groaned sliding his hand up under the skirt, “Watching your body move on stage, watching every man in the room want you, was driving me crazy.”
You panted head thrown back as his fingers continued to work their magic, and just as you were about to reach your release he pulled his fingers away, “All of them wanted you, but who did you want?”
“You Buck. Wanted you,” was just about all you could muster.
Suddenly, without warning he flipped you around and you had to put your hands against the tiles to brace yourself, his pace was ferocious, pounding into you, hands fisted into your hair, your palms against the tiles the only thing protecting your face from making contact with the wall. You cried out as he pounded, the sound echoing through the steamy room and he grunted as he came, releasing his hold on your hair and slowing his pace, and you winced as he pulled out.
He spun you around much more gently this time, removing your outfit gingerly and easing you under the water, he lathered his hands with soap and gently massaged your body.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he mused and you sighed contentedly, wrapping your arms around his neck, and leaning in for a kiss.
“Next time will be more gentle,” he mused running his hands tenderly up and down your waist.
“I’m ready when you are,” you smirked pecking his swollen lips.
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Three Times Feelings Went Unspoken, and the One Time It Was (Bucky/Reader)
Cross-Posted on my AO3
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Probably my favorite trope, wrote this one so long ago tho!
Warnings: fluff, fluff, more fluff
++The First Attempt++
Bucky Barnes paced back and forth in his room, rehearsing the words he wanted to say to Y/n, his heart pounding with nerves. He had developed strong feelings for her, but every time he tried to confess, his tongue would tie itself into knots. Tonight was going to be different.
As the team gathered for a casual movie night, Bucky found himself sitting next to Y/n, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other. Gathering his courage, he turned towards her, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Y/n, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," he stammered, his palms sweating. But before he could continue, his mind went blank, and his words failed him. Y/n looked at him curiously, waiting for him to continue, but all he could manage was a weak smile with a slight shake of his head and turned his attention back to the screen.
++The Second Attempt++
A week passed, and Bucky couldn't stop thinking about his missed opportunity. Determined not to let his nerves get the best of him, he invited Y/n to a quiet coffee shop. As they sat across from each other, sipping their drinks, Bucky took a deep breath.
"Y/n, I... I've been wanting to tell you something," he began, his voice trembling slightly. But once again, his anxiety overpowered him, and he stumbled over his words. Y/n leaned forward, her eyes filled with concern.
"Bucky, take your time. I'm here for you," she reassured him. He managed a small smile, grateful for her understanding, but disappointment weighed heavily on his heart.
++The Third Attempt++
Bucky decided to take a more casual approach for his third attempt. He invited Y/n for a walk in the park, hoping the relaxed setting would ease his nerves. As they strolled together, admiring the scenery, Bucky mustered up his courage:
"Y/n, you know you mean a lot to me, right?" he asked, his voice sounding more confident. Y/n nodded, a gentle smile on her face, encouraging him to continue. However, just as the words were about to leave his lips, his fear gripped him once more, rendering him speechless. Instead, he settled for a sigh, small smile, and yet another slight shake of his head, feeling even more frustrated with himself.
++The Fourth and Final Attempt++
Time passed, and Bucky couldn't escape his feelings for Y/n. He knew he couldn't keep hiding them forever. Seeking advice, he turned to his best friend, who listened patiently.
"Buck, sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith," Steve said, giving Bucky a reassuring pat on the back. Emboldened by his friend's words, Bucky decided it was time to make his final attempt.
He invited Y/n to a quiet rooftop, their favorite spot to watch the city lights. As they sat side by side, Bucky took her hand, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y/n, I've been trying to tell you something for a while now, and I don’t think I can keep it to myself any longer," he confessed, his voice steady and determined.
Y/n's eyes widened with anticipation as she squeezed his hand. "Bucky, what is it?" she asked softly.
Taking a deep breath, Bucky looked into her eyes and finally let his feelings flow. "I'm in love with you, Y/n. You're the most incredible person I've ever known, and I can't imagine my life without you. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I just need to be honest with you."
Silence enveloped them as Y/n processed Bucky's confession. Slowly, a smile crept onto her lips, and she reached out to cup his cheek. "Bucky, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. Bucky's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat.
"You... You feel the same way?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
Y/n nodded, her eyes shining with joy. "Yes, Bucky. I've been falling for you too, but I was too afraid to say anything. I'm glad you finally did."
Relief and happiness flooded Bucky's heart as he leaned in, capturing Y/n's lips in a tender, long-awaited kiss. In that moment, all the failed attempts and nervousness faded away, replaced by the warmth of their happy love.
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What Day Is It?
Title: What Day Is It?
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Mob!Bucky X Reader
Rating: NC-17 (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!)
Warnings: Mob!Bucky (yes, he’s a warning in and of himself), explicit sexual content, BDSM, spanking, riding crops, Dark content, impact play, orgasm denial, i think that's it?
Words: 2,400
Summary: Bucky appears to have forgotten your birthday. So you go to confront him, but he misunderstands your anger.
🍦 Waffle Cone: Bucky Barnes
🔪 Chocolate: Mafia
🍓 Forgotten birthday
🍫 Fighting to fucking
🍮 “If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it.”
🍪 “Fight me, you big bitch!”
🌰 “Be a good girl and bend over the desk.”
All mistakes are mine, but shout out to my beautiful BETA reader @welcome-to-the-sin-zone
Happy Birthday, Birdie!!! @buckysbirdie, as promised, I got this up today! So this story came out MUCH DIFFERENT than what I had intended it to be! I was writing along and suddenly it took a sharp left turn and here's where it landed LMAO So I hope you like it!!! <3 <3 <3 <3
Materlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist
You were pissed.
Absolutely, inexplicably, unconditionally, pissed. And the bastard responsible? James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, AKA The Winter Soldier, Mob Boss of Brooklyn.
It was one thing to forget small things, like a last minute dinner plan. But your birthday!?
Bucky had been in meetings all month, which was nothing new. There were times when he would be gone from New York for weeks at a time doing deals and keeping tabs on his empire, but in the 5 years you had known him, he had never let work get between him and your birthday month, much less your birthday. But now…
You stormed into his office, ignoring Sam and Steve who were trying to grab you and pull you out, telling you to leave Bucky alone, he would make it up to you. You weren’t listening. You were furious and you didn’t care how dangerous James Barnes was, you were going to give him a piece of your mind.
Bucky, for his part, was sitting behind his large oak desk, his tie undone, his hair mused, and his cell phone up to his ear, looking downright ragged. You didn’t care.
“Barnes!” You hollered, storming up to his desk and slamming your hands down like you could intimidate a man like Bucky. “Get off the phone!”
Bucky eyed you up and down, his eye twitched. “Doll.” He drawled, sitting up in his chair a little straighter. “I suggest you go back to your room. I will be there shortly.”
“No.”
He raised an eyebrow and advised the person he was speaking to that he would be right back, placing his phone on mute. “No?” He asked as Sam and Steve both reached for your arms to pull you away, but you jerked out of their hold.
“You have five minutes. If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it, Princess.”
Bucky didn’t usually use your nickname when he was angry. But then again, when he did, you knew he was angry. Except, he didn’t get to be angry right then. It was your turn to be pissed.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say!?” You cried, throwing your hands up. “What day is it, James?”
The use of his first name caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes. “Wednesday. And like every Wednesday, I have meetings. Meetings, by the way, that help protect you. So if you have anything else -”
“Fuck your meetings!”
“Are you looking for a fight?” Bucky stood up, his blue eyes never leaving you, threatening your very existence. “I don’t appreciate being -”
“Yeah! I fucking am! Fight me, you big bitch!” You cried, as you reached over and grabbed his phone, throwing it at him. “Come on, fight me!”
Sam and Steve exchanged looks, worried for your safety, but afraid to intervene at this point and risk retribution from Bucky. “Y/N…” Steve said slowly, quietly. “Come on, let’s go back -”
“You stay the fuck out of this, Rogers!” You turn to Steve, shoving him hard. “And you, too, Wilson! I’ll get to you when I’m done with this bastard!”
“That’s enough!” Bucky hollered, stepping around his desk and grabbing you by the arm. “Rogers, Wilson. Out!”
The two scurried from the room as fast as they could as you turned back to Bucky, throwing a punch at him the way Natasha had shown you during your self defense practices Bucky had insisted you take with her every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It hit Bucky in the chest, hard enough that he felt it, but not hard enough to make him drop your arm.
“What is wrong with you!?” Bucky yelled, pulling you closer by the arm. “You want to fight!? Or do you want me to punish you!?” He tugged on your arm again, pulling you closer to his desk. “Be a good girl, then, and bend over the desk!” His mental hand pushed between your shoulder blades, forcing you face down onto his desk as he moved to stand behind you, ripping your leggings down the seams to reveal the soft pink panties you threw on just to piss him off more.
“I’ve told you once, I’ll tell you a thousand times, you don’t wear underwear - or pants - in the house!” He pulled the band to your panties back and allowed them to snap your lower back. “Now, you’ve interrupted my meeting, you broke my phone, you yelled at me and called me names in front of my men, you wore panties and pants, and you’re being an absolute brat right now. Usually that would be ten spankings for each rule broken, but that would be 70 swats. Can you take that?” He growled, pulling back just enough to pull the shredded remains of your leggings and your cotton panties off of you and threw them into the fireplace. His mental hand went right back to your shoulder blades, keeping you in place on the desk.
“Fuck you and your stupid rules!” You grunted as you tried to move under him, trying to get any leverage. “I’m still pissed at you!”
“And you won’t tell me why!” He yelled, pulling his hand back and slapping your ass hard. “That’s one, the next 79 you’re counting!”
“79!? You said 70 total!” You turned your head to glare at him.
“You know the rules, 10 for each rule broken. Are you *trying* to get to 100!? Because you’re now at 90.” He smirked, knowing exactly what this did to you.
You growled, turning your head away from him. “Fuck you and fuck your rules. You don’t own me.”
“100.” He landed another hard slap on your other cheek. “Count or I’ll add 10 more for each one you forget to count.”
You cursed, gripping the edge of the desk as hard as you could. “Two,” you hissed out, hating that you’re already turned on by this. You were supposed to be mad at him!
“That’s my good girl. I know you’re in there somewhere, Princess.”
Before you can respond, he lands three sharp slaps to your rear that has you pushing up onto the desk with each hit.
“Three-four-five!” You counted before you could forget. The most Bucky has ever handed you was 70 at one time. You weren’t sure you would survive 100.
“Jesus, look at you,” Bucky laughed. “Just five in and you’re dripping. My god, you’re a slut.” he dipped his hand between your legs, running one of his fingers through your folds and scooping up some of your excitement.
You whimper, your walls clenching around nothing. This was going to be torture, but fuck if it didn’t turn you on.
“This what you wanted, Princess?” He asked, spreading your lips and pushing a finger into you, causing you to gasp and rock your hips back to get some friction. “You just wanted Daddy’s attention? Well, you got it now. You have my full. Attention.” He pulls the finger out and immediately lands the next five smacks on your ass and thighs.
You count, tears already falling down your face. “Daddy -”
“Nuh-uh. Bad girls don’t get to talk. They just count.” The next ten came quickly, one after the other, quick succession in a rhythm only Bucky follows.
You’ve started shifting on your feet, trying hard to press your thighs together to get some relief of the tingling sensation between your legs as he pauses then, staring at your ass. You lick your lips and take the brief pause to close your eyes and stretch your fingers, knowing that it’s only going to get worse. 20 in, and you’re ready to beg forgiveness - not that it would help. Bucky always forgives you. But he never backs off or decreases your punishments.
You’ve just managed to get your legs together and get some relief, a short moan escaping your lips before Bucky is kicking your legs apart and thrusting three of his metal fingers deep into you.
You cry out, clawing at the desk to pull away, despite how good it feels to finally be filled with something. “FUCK! BUCKY!” you cried, pushing back onto his fingers as he brutally thrusts them in and out of you for a few moments before they’re gone again and Bucky’s shirt is shoved into your mouth, tied up with the discarded tie you aren’t sure when he removed.
“I told you! Only good girls get to talk!” He hissed, giving your ass yet another smack. “Now I have to count. And you know what that means?”
You did. Fuck you knew exactly what that meant, and you started crying. Now not only are you going to get your 100 spankings, you weren’t allowed to cum. And goddamnit, it was your birthday. It wasn’t fair!
“Keep it up, Princess, and you’ll be my personal cumbucket for a month with no release in sight. Go ahead, try me.” He taunted before he grabbed the riding crop from his desk. When did that get there? Had it been there the whole time?
“Don’t think this means you’re getting off easy.”
You wanted to roll your eyes. The riding crop was never ‘getting off easy’. It just meant Bucky wanted to save his palm from stinging too much during longer sessions. It also meant he had even more planned for you.
Fuck me.
The next thirty came swift, and you were positive you weren’t going to be able to sit down for the next week. Bucky would stop every 10-20 strokes to tease you more. He would circle your clit with his metal hand, bringing you so close to pleasure then pulling back and giving you another 10 spanks. Or he would finger you until you were sobbing then pull out and give you another 15.
At 60 he stopped longer, pulling his pants down and shoving his thick cock into you as fast and hard as he could, moaning filth and obscenities in your ear as he fucked you hard and fast, cumming in you before you could get there yourself. He stayed there, deep in you, pulsing, for a good five minutes then.
“That’s it, Princess,” he growled. “Take daddy’s cum. Gonna fucking breed you. Stuff you full of children and keep you pregnant. Fuck - God you’d look amazing with my baby inside you. You want that, Princess? You want Daddy’s baby? I’ll give it to you, you filthy slut.” he bit your shoulder, hard, before pulling out and giving you another 10 hard spanks with the riding crop that had you sobbing harder, your tears leaving a pool beneath your face on the desk that not even Bucky’s shirt and tie could soak up.
“That’s 70, baby. You’ve never done more than this.” He says, like you didn’t already fucking know that. “Just 30 more. You can do it.”
You wanted to scream at him. Hurl insults and yell at him to fuck off, but all you got out was another wimper as the next 5 came suddenly, hitting down your thighs almost to your knees.
If it wasn’t for the desk, you were sure you would have collapsed by now. 25 more seemed impossible. You were aching everywhere, and you thought you were bleeding. You couldn’t be sure. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you wouldn’t put it past him.
You almost didn’t feel the next 15, the ache in your ass almost overriding the sensation of more spacks, but the final 10 you definitely felt.
Bucky had shifted, apparently sensing that you were no longer feeling the hits on your ass, and was now swinging underhanded, bringing the crop up to your pussy and clit. Each new smack had you screaming harder, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall. It was torture. Pleasureful torture.
You sobbed in relief when Bucky said the magic number - “100.”
But it was cut short when he grabbed you by the waist, flipped you over and laid you out on the desk, his head diving between your legs to eat you out like a starving man.
You tried to shove him away, but his metal arm grabbed both of your wrists and held them to your stomach, preventing you from moving or pushing him away.
Your overly sensitive core was attacked by Bucky’s wicked tongue, bringing you to another almost orgasm before he pulled away again. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he reached around and pulled the gag off of you, eyebrows raised.
“Now. Are you going to tell me why you were being such a brat?” He asks nonchalantly.
You sniffled, wiping your own face - tears, snot, and slobber - off with your shirt before shoving him lightly, most of your fight gone.
“You forgot my birthday.” You muttered.
Bucky took a step back, frowning. “What?” he asks, looking over to his date book. “No I didn’t - oh fuck…”
You wiped at your eyes again, nodding and you attempted to sit up. “Yeah. You did. You promised you’d never forget! You swore you’d make me feel special every birthday…”
“Fuck, Princess,” He hurried to his bar and grabbed you a cold bottle of water and hurried back to you, opening it before handing it over. “I’m - Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot.”
Taking the water bottle, you took a small sip before Bucky was moving again, grabbing the baby wipes he kept in his drawer and cleaning you up gently before pulling you into his lap as he sat down in his chair again.
“I’m so sorry,” Bucky murmured, kissing your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Where do you wanna go? Anywhere. Anywhere at all. We’ll go for a whole month.”
“The bedroom?” You glance at him. “I would have understood if you had just told me that you were busy and we wouldn’t get to celebrate this year. But you swore to never forget.”
“I know I did. And I’m so sorry, Princess. I’ve just had so much on my plate. It’s no excuse and I’ll still make it up to you. Starting with - your punishment is over. How about we go take a nice hot bath and calm down… and then have some fun all night?”
“I don’t think I can feel my legs.”
Bucky shifted you on his lap and held you close. “I’ll carry you, Princess. I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go.”
Ope.
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Ugh, gonna be a tough end of the week.
My dad's getting his official prognosis this afternoon. Even the doctor he's had for years has been trying to rush him through this miserable testing process so treatment can start...it's that bad. I'm not drugged enough for this. I did want to thank everyone who's messaged me and shown me love and support here. Right now, distraction is key, so I won't be going away, yet.
Trump, Putin, or Netanyahu should be dying of cancer instead. My dad has a brother in prison right now for assault on a minor with a weapon and HE had cancer and survived it. This is some real bogus shit.
Meanwhile, on the positive side, A Song for the Fallen drops today. I'm actually kind of proud at how it's developing, so it would mean a lot to me if y'all would check it out when it posts. I know most of my readers are here for the Loki love, and our beloved God of Mischief will still be my #1, but this is a Bucky x Reader x Steve miniseries that's going to be all emotions and drama (some smut but it won't be the focus, and it will only be for one episode). I'd love it so much if you'd give it a read!
I apologize for all the personal diary-style posts. I need to put them somewhere and I'm not one to go to all the trouble to make a second blog for them.
Love to you all,
Lena
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horny bucky thought:
Mafia boss!Bucky playing a game of poker with his men and getting more and more annoyed as the night progresses, and realising he needs a good luck charm.
He sets you down on his lap at first but even though his luck improves, it’s not improving fast enough for his liking. When you grind down on his lap to tease him, he decides to punish you by pulling your underwear to the side, putting his hard cock inside you and just letting you warm it as he continues playing. The others have to sit there and also play while pretending nothing weird is happening.
His luck improves instantly.
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Security Check (9)
Security Check Masterlist
Pairing: Bucky X Fem!Reader
Words: 4027
Warnings: Smut!
A/N: This will be up on AO3 with gifs soon so go there if you want the extra kick. And as always, please let me know how I’m doing. Add yourself to the taglist here. One more part people :D
It wasn’t that you were impatient with the inquiries and the socialization, it was the fact that you weren’t sure how to carry yourself around Bucky once the gala ended. You kept on looking around to see where he was, somehow always finding him staring right back at you. He’d smile and throw you the occasional wink, laughing when your eyes would widen and look away. By the time the gala came to an end and every professor ran out of questions to ask you and the others who worked on the project, you were relieved but also a little nervous because you knew what was bound to happen soon.
You tried to tell yourself that Bucky would never force himself on you or try to make you do something you weren’t ready for and that seemed to help a lot. But then he was making his last rounds and signing off some sheets and your nerves got the best of you again. When he saw you standing around some of the Egyptian antiquities, he quietly approached you and tapped once on your shoulder to catch your attention.
“So, how do you think it went?” He calmly asked, hoping to ease the newly found tension between the two of you.
“Honestly, I sort of had low expectations with this but they were miraculously exceeded. I’m feeling pretty good actually.” You only looked once at him before returning to the object in front of you, afraid to show any more of your nervousness. But you had a feeling Bucky could sense that something was off. Before he could say anything, you broke the silence again.
“Thank you for always being around throughout the night...it put me at ease knowing you weren’t too far. I- I know how weird that must sound but it’s the truth.” When you finally turned to look at him, you found him already gazing at you, the soft smile you’ve grown to look forward to gracing his handsome features. He took a step closer to you and held out his hand, waiting patiently until he felt the palm of your hand against his.
“It’s not weird. If anything, I was going to apologize... I- I don’t want to be overbearing.”
“You’re not! You’re...it’s fine I mean.” You couldn’t look away from your joined fingers and Bucky could tell you wanted to say something but he cut you off before you could.
“I’m glad then. I really do think we should head out soon though...it might be raining tonight.” He noticed the way you reacted to his words and knew you were probably having second thoughts. It seemed that the awkwardness was going to stretch until he dropped you off at your place.
Thankfully, it started to rain much earlier than anticipated and you ended up running to his car and giggling all the way until you left the university. For some reason, the rain put the two of you at ease and you ended up chatting about things that you hoped to change during the gala next year, always avoiding the obvious question you wanted to ask him because you felt like it was none of your business. You hoped he’d volunteer the information though, and when he didn’t tell you what was going to happen after tonight, since the gala was over, you changed the subject and talked about random things.
As he was pulling up to your apartment building, you swiped at your damp hair and fixed your bag, attempting to prepare for the run you were about to take across the sidewalk. You weren’t sure when you started to breathe heavily and you gasped when Bucky took your hand in his.
“Sorry doll, didn’t mean to scare you.” He said right before raising the palm of your hand to his mouth and laying a soft kiss on your wrist.
You watched him like a hawk, waiting for him to continue so you didn’t have to say anything. But you knew he wasn’t going to push you, the gentleman he was. So you waited until you met his eyes again before clearing your throat and asking him with as strong a voice as you could muster.
“Would you like to come up?” You swallowed the lump in your throat and waited for his response.
“I don’t want to intrude darlin’...I know you must be tired and probably want to relax after today and,” he hesitated before continuing with the excuse, “and I know I won’t be able to control myself if I come up with you.” You weren’t expecting him to be this straightforward with you so you let your actions speak for you. Unbuckling the seat belt, you stretched across the center console and pulled on his jacket, immediately drowning in his scent as soon as your lips met his. Bucky tried to hold back but he mirrored your aggressive actions when he heard you moan against him, his hands wrapping around your upper back and pulling you flush to him. It was frantic and hungry and nothing like you’d ever experienced before.
When you pulled away, you waited until he opened his eyes before clearing your throat.
“Please come up. I- I want you, no, I need you to come up.” You wavered for a moment but the sternness of your tone had Bucky clenching his jaw before quickly parking and shutting off the engine of the car.
You both ran up the stairs in the rain, laughter turning into sighs and swears when you felt his hands draw circles around your waist as you tried to unlock the gate. You made your way to the elevator and as soon as you pushed the number of your floor, Bucky stepped towards you until you were cornered between him and the wall of the elevator.
“B-bucky there are cameras here- oh,” you sighed when you felt him leave a trail of nips and kisses down your throat, hands roughly intertwining in his hair and pulling on it when you felt him bite down on your skin.
“Don’t fucking care,” he growled against your heaving chest and started to twist your dress in his hands but was interrupted by a loud voice coming from the rumbling machine.
“Floor 7.”
He looked up and raised an eyebrow at the elevator, unable to contain his curiosity as you pushed him off and dragged him through the hallway.
“How the fuck did we get up here so quickly? That was only a few seconds!” He tripped over his steps when he heard you laugh at him, shaking his head before continuing where he left off once you were in front of your apartment. He pulled down one strap of your dress, kissing your clavicle while his arms snuck around and held onto your navel.
“Christ...J-james, let me at least open the- the door,” you swore at him when you felt one hand inch a little higher and drag slowly across the bottom of your breasts. Within the first second of unlocking the door, Bucky was pushing you through and slamming the door behind him, taking your head between his hands and backing you up until your back hit the wall. You dropped your things and wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back passionately until the two of you ran out of breath.
“Fuck baby you’ve no idea what I- mhmm, the things I wanna do to you Y/N...fucking criminal in this dress.” Bucky pulled back long enough to let his eyes roll down your body, shaking his head and muttering something in a language you didn’t understand. You smiled with relief, knowing he meant every word he said. But the more he spoke, the dizzier you became. No one has ever said any of these things to you and it felt embarrassingly exciting to know how much he wanted you.
Taking his hands, you dragged him across the living room towards your bedroom, pushing open the door before turning around and walking backwards until you reached the bed. Bucky licked his lower lip before quickly discarding his jacket and taking your hands to bring you closer to him.
“Ever since we met, I...oh fuck, I couldn’t get you out of my head. Just- fuck that’s it baby, makin’ me so hard, so hard and crazy for you.” He kissed down your throat to your neck, slowly unzipping the dress and sighing when it dropped to the floor, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties. When you kicked the dress away, Bucky fell to his knee and kissed your thighs, trailing his hands down the back of your legs until they reached your ankles.
“Don’t even get me started on the heels, these fucking gorgeous heels...wanna see you in them, only them baby...crossed against my back.” He kissed your hips before looking at you, smiling when he saw how shy you’ve suddenly become. He stood up again and was about to push you to the mattress but then you were mirroring his actions and lowering yourself to your knees, hands immediately going to his crotch and rubbing him through his pants. He threw his head back to control himself, opening his eyes and looking down at you to watch as you unbuckled his belt.
“Is that what you want too Y/N? You wanna be my good girl, mhm my god...makes me so crazy thinking about- haa, ‘bout your hands on my dick, these soft little hands making me beg for you…” He was babbling nonsense at this point and you felt drunk on power knowing you’ve barely touched him and he was this much of a mess already. You slowly unzipped his pants and pushed them down his knees, massaging his cock through his boxer briefs as he took his shoes and socks off before kicking his pants near your dress. Before he could say anything else, you leaned forward and licked a strip down his hard length, focusing on the tip of his cock and kissing it before pulling back to gauge his reaction.
Bucky’s eyes glazed over when he saw the way you were looking at him, swallowing thickly before brushing your hair away from your face. He was having a hard time breathing and you knew he wanted to say so many things but couldn’t find the energy to think. Taking matters into your own hands, you slowly traced your hands up his legs, digging your nails into his upper thighs before pulling down the elastic of his briefs. It was a few seconds of absolute silence, with Bucky looking at you and growing a dark shade of red when he felt your lips lay a soft kiss on the tip of his cock. It bobbed against your cheek involuntarily and Bucky finally broke.
“Can’t fucking take it anymore sweetheart, need to have you...wanna have you any way possible- uhhh, fuck oh god...come on baby open your lips for me, please-” You didn’t let him finish, licking your lips and wrapping your hands around him as you took him in your mouth and sucked on the the leaking head of his cock.
“Ohhh fuuuuck, take it darlin’, fucking spit on it and take it Y/N…’m gonna fucking feed you my cock doll, ahh uhhh hah fuck fuck fuck yeah uhh good girl, good fucking girl.” He couldn’t hold back, thrusting his hips against your wet lips and throwing his head back to focus on the slickness of your tongue against him. You softly grazed your teeth on the underside of his cock, catching his attention and making him stare down at you in shock. He dug his hand in your hair and pulled on it, not painfully but just enough to let you know he was in control.
“That’s it, so pretty with your mouth full of my cock...feel how hard I am for you Y/N. Been like this all damn week,” Bucky kept on whispering the filthiest things as you sucked him off, eyes collecting tears when you tried to take him as far as you could. He hunched over and held onto your neck, swearing into your hair as he tried his hardest not to come right then and there.
“Ah I- ahh ahhuhh oh yeah that’s it...oh fuck come’ere,” Bucky pulled you off of him and pulled your arms so you could stand up, immediately attacking your lips and groaning when he felt a trickle of saliva run down your chin. As he took off his boxers, you started to unbutton his shirt, looking away when he asked you to wait.
“I- I don’t want you to be turned off Y/N...it’s not a pretty sight.” His hand massaged his shoulder and you assumed that’s where the prosthetic arm was attached.
“I don’t think it’s possible to be turned off by you.”
“You say that now but-”
“I mean it Bucky. Let me see you, all of you. Let me kiss you and tell you how perfect you are and how strong you’ve been and how...how beautiful it is. Please, let me.” You laid your hands on his cheeks and hoped he didn’t feel pressured by you but you meant every word you said.
You almost missed the little nod he gave you, smiling in reassurance as you made your way down his shirt and unbuttoned all of it. Pushing it off his arms, you took hold of his wife beater and raised it up, waiting for him to raise his arms so you could get rid of it as well.
When he was finally naked, you let your eyes take him in, from his smooth chest to the scarring where metal met his skin. He closed his eyes out of fear, not wanting to see the familiar pity and disgust he saw in others before him.
You could tell how afraid he was, stepping forward and laying kissing across the reddened skin until you felt him shiver against you.
“I- you don’t have t- oh god Y/N, you’re killing me.” He was gasping and sighing every time you kissed and licked the skin of his shoulder. When you wrapped your arms around him and laid your head against his chest, Bucky knew this was it for him.
You were the one.
“You’re so brave and so kind...and I hope you believe me when I tell you you're the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.” You could hear his heart beating against your head and smiled at how nervous he was.
Bucky didn’t know what to say so he hugged you until he felt in control again.
You pulled away and raised yourself, softly kissing his lips and giggling when he picked you up and threw you on the bed. He made quick work of your bra and panties, and you noticed the way his pupils dilated when he pushed your legs wide open to settle between them.
But all of a sudden, Bucky was frowning and rubbing his forehead, and you saw panic in his eyes as he spoke.
“W-wait I, I don’t have-”
“I’m on the pill,” you quickly interjected, feeling relieved because he didn’t just change his mind, “and I haven’t had sex in a while.” For some reason, you felt comfortable admitting this to Bucky and you yelped when he grabbed your waist and flipped you on your stomach,
“On your knees sweetheart,” you immediately pushed up on your hands and knees, looking back just in time to see him spit on his fingers before lowering his head and licking a strip across your wet slit.
“Oh baby you taste so delicious, knew you’d be sweet...wanna fucking make you come on my mouth Y/N but I need to fuck you even more. Will you let me Y/N, will you let me fuck this delicious tight cunt?” He kept on rubbing your pussy, occasionally pushing one finger in and swearing when he felt how tightly you clenched around him.
“Please Bucky...just-” Bucky could hear your frustration which only made him laugh even more because at least you were as desperate as him.
“Which do you want?”
“I- please…don’t make me say it.” You looked away and murmured in response.
“Don’t be shy love, tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything,” Bucky pleaded with you and if it weren’t for the fact that he sounded needy, you wouldn’t have replied with the dirtiest possible request you could imagine.
“I want to come on your cock...want you fill me up and fuck me hard till I can’t breathe. Till I can’t feel my legs...”
Bucky growled at your sudden words, breathing deeply as he rubbed your pussy with his cock a few times before slowly inching himself through your wet lips. He swore into the air as he felt your juices coat his dick, finally looking down to where you were joined once he bottomed out. You both remained still for a few seconds; as you attempted to relax your muscles so you could get used to his size, Bucky was committing to memory the feeling of your cunt clenching around him so tightly.
“So f-fucking tight,” you fisted the sheets around you, biting your wrist when you felt him drag his cock across your walls before easing himself back in. He bucked his hips slowly, wanting to distract himself from fucking you into the mattress. You reached back and held on to the metal fingers tightly gripping your waist, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hurt him with how hard you were squeezing his wrist.
“Bucky,” he fell forward when he heard you moan his name over and over again, kissing your neck and shoulders until you were begging him to fuck you harder.
“Oh fuck baby I don’t want to hurt you.” Bucky hissed when you slammed your ass back against him to meet his thrusts.
“Fuck me harder...please, James. Want to feel you everywhere, want to dream of you...please, just ah god, have your way with me.” You felt him support his weight on one arm before wrapping the other around your neck. As soon as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, you felt him push faster into you, whispering the filthiest things in your ear.
You didn’t realize how big he was until you felt his skin slide over every inch of your body, and you’d tell him later how much you enjoyed feeling him completely cover you. He bit your shoulder and licked the reddening spot before moving his metal hand against your arm. When he noticed goosebumps erupt on your skin, he pushed it away, afraid you wouldn’t want him to touch you with it.
But then you were grabbing his hand and wrapping it around your front.
“Touch me, please...want you to use your hands to make feel good.”
“Yo-you sure?”
“Fuck, please...please.”
You didn’t have to say much else, smiling in relief when you felt the metal fingers pinch your nipples. The hand around your neck tightened a little and you didn’t realize you were screaming his name until he was shoving two fingers into your mouth.
“Such a sweet girl, singing for me...fucking beautiful. Scream for me Y/N, scream my name so everyone can know who’s fucking you so good.” You didn’t need much convincing, crying out his name until you felt him shove his cock deeper inside you.
“Mine...fucking mine, this cunt is mine, these pretty tits are mine. This mouth is mine...my perfect fuckdoll. Cause that’s what you are...aren’t you baby?”
“Yes, ‘m yours...yours to fuck me whenever you want- oh shit shit Bucky I- I can’t...please make me come...want to come so badly baby please!” Bucky caught you off guard when you felt his metal hand trail down your stomach to between your thighs and as soon as you felt him rubbing at your clit, you were convulsing harshly around him, shallow breaths letting him know you probably needed a few seconds before he moved again.
You weren’t sure what happened after you came but you were found yourself on your side with one leg hiked over Bucky hip. He was thrusting slowly into you, hands rolling your nipples before massaging your neck.
“Still with me baby?” His voice was strained and you knew he probably slowed down so you didn’t lose consciousness.
“Feel so good Bucky, so good…’ve never come this hard before. K-keep going,” he leaned down and kissed you until you were panting again.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I saw you doll, a-and there were days were shit shit fucking Christ...where I wanted to bend you over your desk and have you screaming my name.” You grabbed his hand and laid it across your breasts, pushing back against him when you felt the cool metal cup and squeeze your tits.
So distracted by the way you were clenching around his cock, Bucky didn’t notice you licking and sucking on his metal fingers until you were moaning beneath him.
“God damn baby you’re driving me insane...look so fucking sexy with my hand in your mouth. Where have you been all my life?” He shoved his two fingers deeper into your mouth and swore in that foregin language again.
When you opened your eyes and saw the way he was looking at you, you almost turned away from him. But something told you there wasn’t any need to be shy around him. He had such a hold to his gaze you weren’t sure how you managed to survive that last week without making more of a fool out of yourself. You looked down to where you were joined and swore when you saw him reach down and collect your juices. He brought his fingers back up and pushed them between your lips again, moaning in jealousy when he saw your tongue lick his hands dry.
He leaned over and shoved his tongue into your mouth, and you’d tell him later that he growled an awful lot when he became insistent. It turned you on knowing he was so demanding and impatient when it came to you.
“James...baby, you’re so hard inside me, come on, come for me...want to feel you fill me up with your cum, come inside me Bucky...your cock is so hard and full, please baby come...come for me. I need you to come for me,” you were pleading with him, wrapping one arm around his face while the other reached down and massaged his balls.
Bucky was grunting and swearing like a wild man, and as soon as he felt your wet hand palming his balls, he was shoving his cock deep inside you, hips thrusting harshly into your pussy until he came with a cry. You threw your head back and enjoyed the warm feeling spreading inside your cunt. It felt like he was coming for minutes and he kept on pushing his cock inside, not wanting to pull out because he knew he’d miss the feeling of your tight, hot pussy wrapped around him.
You stayed immobile for a few minutes before you felt Bucky lowering your leg. He was softening inside you and you hissed in unison when he pulled out. You could feel his cum leaking down your thighs but you didn’t find a single care to clean yourself up.
Bucky sighed against you and kept on kissing your neck and shoulder, smiling when he saw your eyes fluttering as you began to fall asleep. He tried not to wake you up as he pulled the covers over you, holding your body as close to him as possible before wrapping an arm around you and wishing you a good night.
He was planning on telling you tonight but it seemed the day was too long for you.
He was in no hurry, he could just break the news to you tomorrow.
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Riding Lessons
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader
Summary: You’ve just passed your knowledge test and now you need someone to teach you how to ride. Who better than your dad’s best friend?
Warnings: Language, Fluff, Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 3.8K
A/n: I have a new obsession and it’s dbf!bucky. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this and I love you all very much!
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You straddle the bike, feet planted firmly on the ground as your hands grip the handlebars.
“It’s heavier than I thought!” You tell your dad with an excited grin.
He only chuckles and pats your right hand.
“Yeah, it’ll take some getting used to.”
“Hey, Kid, be careful on that. Don't want you to hurt yourself,” A new, cockier voice says.
You hold back a shiver and an eye-roll as Bucky emerges from your house, a bottle of beer in hand.
“She just passed her knowledge test,” your dad says proudly, a smile on his face. You grin right back at him and nod, your eyes flickering to his best friend for just a moment.
“Now I just need to get in some practice with a good teacher.”
Your dad nods before his face lights up, and you can almost see the lightbulb over his head.
“Maybe Bucky could teach you how to ride!” He suggests, an innocent smile on his face.
Your bottom lip immediately goes between your teeth at the innuendo and you look over at the huge tattooed brunet whose eyes are now focused on you.
His steel-blue eyes get dark as he imagines you riding not only his bike, but his cock, too.
“Yeah, I could give you some lessons if you want, Kid. Can’t promise I’ll be the best teacher, but I’ll give it a shot,” he says after a moment, watching you lick your lips.
His nickname for you is a constant reminder that your crush is just that: a crush. Never to be more than a dream.
And, although being near him is hard enough to do without your panties getting wet, he’s been riding for almost thirty years. Where else are you gonna find a better -and cheaper- teacher?
“Sure, that’d be great, Bucky. Thanks.”
He nods, “it’s gonna cost you, though. Each lesson I expect a case of beer, yeah? Maybe a pizza, too.”
You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.
“Can we get started now? I wanna be able to ride before the summer’s over.”
He swallows hard before answering, his wicked brain once again conjuring up images of you naked on his lap, bouncing on his cock. Those perfect tits in his face and that tight-
“Yeah, I, uh, I’m not doing anything later. I could swing by with one of my bikes, show you the ropes and whatnot,” he offers, shifting his weight to try and hide his growing erection.
“That’d be amazing! Thank you so much!” The excitement in your eyes does little to stop his swelling cock, but, thankfully, your father grabs your attention before you can notice the tent in his pants.
“Mark got tickets to the hockey game tonight, but you know you’re always welcome here, Buck. It’s not too late for you to change your mind about coming with me,” your dad says, already knowing the answer.
Hockey isn’t Bucky’s favourite sport, and he’s got much better plans for tonight.
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “no thanks. Tell the guys I say ‘hi’, though. And make sure you invite them to the barbecue, yeah?”
Your dad nods easily then heads inside the house, leaving you alone in the garage with Bucky.
Nervous winds give life beneath the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, and you nibble on your bottom lip.
“I’ll probably swing by around six. I expect a pizza and a pack of beer to be waiting, got it?”
You raise your eyebrows at him, “you’re gonna drink and teach me to drive?”
He chuckles and takes a step toward you, towering over you and looking into your eyes, “honey, I’m a grown man. A beer or two isn’t gonna put me over the limit. Besides, you’re not gonna be riding that thing fully today, anyway. Maybe you’ll make it out of the driveway, but I doubt it.”
You frown but nod, slightly intimidated by the man in front of you.
He slowly takes a step around you, taking a subtle inhale and holding back a groan at the sweet scent of raspberries wafting from your skin.
He walks over to his restored Camaro and slides in, giving you a raise of his fingers in farewell, before peeling out of the driveway and out of sight.
~*~
You spend the next several hours worrying about your lesson with Bucky.
You’ve only had a crush on the man for years, and now you’re getting to be alone with him. You’re not sure if you should swoon or combust.
The second option is definitely looking more appealing when you hear him pull up to your house, his bike rumbling.
With a deep breath and a final fix of your hair, you venture downstairs and outside, grabbing the pizza and beer on the way.
“Hey, Kid. I see you brought my payment,” Bucky says, a grin on his face when he sees you.
You smile, trying your best not to be shy but he makes it so hard.
His huge body takes up so much space in the garage, thick thighs straddling a Ducati.
“Yeah, hope you don’t get too carried away before actually teaching me, though,” you tease, setting everything down on one of the tables against the wall.
He only chuckles and kicks down the kickstand, then gets off of his bike to grab a beer.
“First I want you to tell me where the throttle is,” he says, popping the cap off with his belt buckle then bringing it to his lips.
You watch, entranced, as his pink lips wrap around the bottle. A drop of liquid trickles from the corner of his mouth down his chin, and you follow it with your eyes as it trails down his neck and then disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.
Bucky watches you as you stare at him, and he can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest when you pull your bottom lip into your mouth.
Slowly, he lowers the bottle and wipes the drop up, then takes a step toward you.
“C’mon, sweetheart. You gonna show me what you know?”
His voice snaps you back to the present and you raise your eyes to his, embarrassment filling you as you realize he caught you staring.
“Uh, the throttle is here,” you whisper, walking over to your bike and touching the right handlebar.
“Perfect. How do you get on a bike? Show me.” He could just ask you to explain it, but he wants to see you straddle the bike.
You walk to the left side then step over the seat, your hands coming to rest on the handlebars instinctively.
“Nice. Now, where is the rear brake?” He asks, stepping closer to the front of the bike to watch as you point just in front of the right footpeg.
“Now, front brake?”
Your fingers lightly graze the lever on the handlebar in front of the throttle.
“Gear shift and clutch?”
You point to the pedal in front of the left footpeg, then the lever behind the left handlebar.
“Look at you go. Where’s the kill switch?”
Your fingers dance over the button beside the right handlebar and he nods proudly.
“Very nice. Okay, I want you to kick the kickstand up and then just stand there, balance the weight of the bike, okay? That’s a big thing is getting used to how it feels to have something so big between your legs.”
Your core dampens at his words and your gaze drops to his crotch for just a moment before you do as instructed.
The bike is heavy between your legs, and you plant your feet to try and maintain control.
“Just like that, good girl.” It slips through his lips before he can stop it and you instantly melt into a puddle of arousal.
The bike wobbles and Bucky steps forward, grabbing the handlebars to stop it from toppling and taking you with it.
“Easy there,” he murmurs, his hands covering yours and squeezing as he steadies the machine.
You regain your strength and nod, holding the bike tighter.
“So now just walk it back and forth, okay? I’m gonna move with you until you get comfortable with the weight.”
You nod then take a deep breath and push the bike forward slowly.
Each step is small and wobbly, but after a few minutes, you start to get the hang of it.
“Okay, honey, I’m gonna step away so you can really feel it. I’ll be right beside you though.”
You nod and watch as he steps aside, slowly pushing forward and back again.
You give him an excited smile and he grins right back.
“Now start her up! You’ll be good in neutral, then I'll show you how to kick it into gear.”
You start the bike and it rumbles to life beneath you, the vibration shaking you slightly.
“Now, pull in the clutch and kick down on the gearshift into first gear.”
You do exactly that, keeping a firm grip on the clutch.
“Slowly let go of the clutch. Don’t give it any throttle yet,” he instructs, stepping beside you as you follow his directions.
The bike creeps forward and you instinctively squeeze the clutch again, squealing when you teeter away from him.
Bucky lunges forward, one arm coming across your legs to grab the side of the bike while the other grabs you, his hand resting half on your ass, half on your back.
He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, but you can’t breathe.
He’s looking at you through his lashes, lips parted and pupils wide.
“Don’t let it scare you,” he teases softly, slowly rising up to his full height. His hand moves from the bike to your thigh while the other hand stays on your back, and you need to crane your neck to look at him.
He watches you as you lean your head back to look at him and he can’t help but wonder what your pretty face would look like if he were to spit on it right now.
Or cum on it.
God, he knows you'd look so pretty all covered in his cum, mascara running down your cheeks.
He wants to grab your face and shove his cock in your mouth.
Your innocent eyes look up at him, lashes fluttering, and it takes everything in him not to stroke your lips with his thumb.
He looks so intimidating from here. So tall and big and- your eyes drop down to his crotch only to widen comically.
Hard.
He’s hard.
And he’s fucking huge.
Your eyes dart back up to his and he has to hold back a chuckle at the wonder written across your face.
So many nasty thoughts swim through his mind. There are a thousand things he wants to say and none of them are appropriate given the fact that you’re his best friend’s daughter.
Instead, he takes a slow step back, then another, then walks to the table along the wall to grab another beer.
“We’re gonna try something a little bit different now, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you.
He walks back to you and steps over the back of your bike, straddling it and nudging you forward a bit until you’re as far forward as you can comfortably sit.
“Okay, I’m gonna explain everything, and you’re just gonna do what I say.”
A shiver races down your spine and all he wants to do is grab a handful of your hair and fuck you until you’re crying.
You nod, like the obedient little girl he knows you are, and a grin grows on his face.
“Ease up on the clutch again. We’re gonna walk in a little circle. I’ve got you, honey.” He’s one hundred percent doing this on purpose now, but he doesn't care.
The way you looked at him after seeing his erection is enough for him to know you’re not exactly opposed to whatever’s happening.
You ease up on the clutch and try to focus on the machine beneath you, not the heat radiating off of the man behind you. The man who now has one hand resting on your waist while the other holds his beer.
You pull forward slowly, then push on the right handlebar slightly, a jolt of excitement going through you as you move to the left.
“There you go, baby, just like that,” he whispers, his breath dusting over the back of your neck.
You clench your thighs around the bike, desperate for some friction against your dripping core.
You do another turn slowly but surely, walking your feet alongside the bike, and the hand on your waist gives you a squeeze.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”
You squeeze the clutch and the brake hard, clenching your hands into as tight of fists as you can manage, and you lurch forward, your heart racing as your core throbs.
The sudden stop surprises Bucky, and he bumps into you harder than anticipated, sending his beer spilling across your shirt.
You gasp, arching away from the cold liquid.
“Sorry, kid. Here, put it back in neutral and shut it down. I think we can call it a night. I’ll help you clean up.” Is he hoping he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of you in just your bra? Absolutely. Is he ashamed? Not as much as he should be.
You do as instructed, waiting until after he gets up to move because you’re sure you’ll leave a wet spot on the seat.
You only get up when his back is turned, and then you wipe the seat quickly.
“You coming?”
Your eyes dart to his and, judging based on the knowing grin on his face, you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were.
“Y-yeah.”
You follow him into the house, closing the garage door tightly behind you.
He leads the way to the laundry room and you slowly follow, your heart racing at all the different dirty thoughts swirling through your mind.
He waits in the doorway while you step into the cool room, your back to him as you take a deep breath.
This is it. This is where a line is crossed and your relationship with your dad’s best friend will change.
You pull your wet shirt over your head and toss it into the washing machine, turning to look at the older man.
He stares at you, his dark eyes focused on your chest.
“Looks like I spilled a little on there, too,” he murmurs, his eyes slowly finding yours.
You hold his gaze as you unclasp your bra and let it drop to the floor, your breasts bare and your nipples hard.
Slowly, he steps forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he approaches.
You tilt your head back when he comes to a stop in front of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your quick breaths.
“That’s better. Doesn’t it feel nice to be out of those sticky wet clothes?” He asks softly, his fingers lightly dusting over your sides.
Goosebumps rise on your skin and you nod, unable to form a sentence.
“You’ve got a little bit here, though. Don’t want it to stick.” He drops his head down, warm tongue darting out to lick up a drop of beer that found your skin.
A gasp leaves your mouth and your hands come up instinctively to grab his shoulders.
Taking that as a green light, the big man in front of you grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, dropping his hold to your hips when you wrap your legs around his waist.
His erection presses against your core and you can’t help but moan softly in his ear at the feeling of it.
He sits you on top of the washing machine and forces his way between your legs, holding your chin with one hand and forcing you to look at him.
Your eyes are hooded and you swear if he doesn’t touch you soon you’re going to explode.
“Do you want something, pretty girl?” He asks, pink lips pulled into a smile when you nod.
“Ask for it then, be a big girl.”
You lean your forehead against his chest and whine. You can’t help but feel tiny before him.
“Please, Bucky. I want you to touch me.”
Your words go straight to his cock and he can’t do anything to stop himself from doing exactly what you want.
One of his hands finds your breast, toying with your nipple while the other hand dips into your pants with practiced ease.
“Jesus, you’re soaked, sweetheart. Is this all for me, babygirl?” He already knows the answer, but seeing you all flustered is adorable and makes him want to fuck you even more.
“Yeah,” you whisper, pulling back to look up at him as he slides a finger inside of you.
He doesn’t have much room to work within the confines of your pants, but he makes do with what he has, one finger massaging your g-spot while another rubs your clit.
“O-oh! Like that, fuck... just like that...” your mouth drops open in a silent moan and he grins.
He leans forward and wraps his mouth around your other nipple and you toss your head back, arching your back and further pushing your chest into his mouth.
“Please... I’m gonna cum...”
He continues his assault on your young body, watching through dark eyes as you fall apart because of him, as your tight young cunt clenches around his fingers and fuck, he can’t wait to get his cock in you.
The front door opens and you hear your dad’s voice call out to you, making your eyes widen.
Bucky doesn't stop. He doesn’t even slow down.
No, he keeps his hand between your legs, determined to make you cum whether your dad finds out or not.
“You’d better answer him, sweetheart,” he whispers around your nipple, his teeth scraping against the bud.
You whimper softly and nod, bucking your hips into his hand as he continues working you closer and closer to that edge.
“I-I’m just grabbing a shirt!” You call, your voice faltering when Bucky bites your nipple roughly.
“Is Bucky still here?”
You bite your lip to try and hold back a moan as the coil in your belly tightens almost to the point of snapping.
“Answer him,” the man whispers from between your legs, scraping his teeth up your neck.
“Uh, yeah... somewhere,” you call, brows drawing together as you feel it coming.
“Okay. I’m gonna get changed, I’ll be back down in a minute.”
“O-Okay.”
Bucky licks your cheek then holds your throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off your air.
Your mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure and he grins, feeling your walls clamp down around his fingers.
“There you go, there’s my good girl. Such a good girl, cumming for me like that,” he whispers against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he can reach as he fucks you through your climax.
Finally, he releases your throat and pulls his fingers from between your legs, and you suck in a huge breath, body like jell-o as he licks his fingers.
“Find a shirt then come on out, I’m sure your old man wants to know how good you were for me,” he whispers, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back.
He plants a sloppy, erotic kiss on your mouth, then steps away from you and leaves the laundry room, fixing his erection on the way.
You stay there, panting on the washing machine for a long while before slowly climbing down on shaky legs.
You find a shirt and yank it over your head, then venture out to find your dad and Bucky.
The two of them are in the living room, sharing the pizza and some beer.
You take a seat next to Bucky, your thighs still shaking a bit, and smile at your dad.
“So how was the lesson?” He asks around a mouthful of food.
“It was good. He’s a good teacher.” You try to keep your voice level, you really do, but it’s hard to act normal while you recover from the most intense orgasm of your life.
“Nah, she’s just a good listener, picks up on things quickly. Real good at doing what she’s told.” Bucky’s hand squeezes your thigh and your dad nods, hardly paying attention.
“How was the game?” With those three words, Bucky has your dad launching into a detailed story of the hockey game. Thoroughly distracted, your dad doesn't notice when his best friend slips his hand higher on your leg to cup your mound.
You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip, hoping he doesn't notice anything.
When Bucky gets a little too daring, you stand up.
“I uh, I’m gonna go to bed. Thank you, Bucky, for the lesson.”
He nods, dark eyes on yours and filled with something that looks a little intimidating.
“Of course. If you’re free tomorrow night, maybe we can actually get you on the road, show you how it feels to actually ride.”
You swallow hard and nod, unable to look away.
“Goodnight, kiddo. I’ll see you in the morning.”
You turn without another word and race up the stairs as fast as your shaking legs can manage, your core throbbing with each step.
You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you can’t get the image of him out of your mind. Even when your fingers dip into your panties to try and alleviate the tingling between your thighs, nothing helps.
Now that you’ve had a taste of him, you know nothing will ever feel as good.
“I didn't tell you to leave,” his voice suddenly whispers from the doorway.
You snap your gaze over to him and yank your hand from between your thighs, your heart racing at the intrusion.
He steps into your room and shuts the door softly behind himself, his eyes dark and his cock straining in his pants.
“M-my dad-”
“Is asleep. Knocked on his ass from all that beer. It’s just you and me, babygirl. And I plan on finishing what we started.”
You swallow hard and scoot back on your bed as he approaches, his eyes focused on your face.
“Now, someone was a bad girl and left before I told her she could. Do you have anything you wanna say for yourself?” His hand comes up to hold your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes wide and focused on his.
He nods, eyeing you closely, and then he pushes your mouth open further and spits in it.
“I don’t think you are, not yet. But you will be. I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t let me have what’s mine.”
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Fifth Date
Bucky and Bug’s fifth date takes an unexpected turn (alternatively: Bucky isn’t sure he’s good at dating but knows he’s good at sex so he tries to play to his strengths).
Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Bug (+ Brother’s best friend Bucky, plus sized reader)
CW: Thigh riding, risk of getting caught, dirty talk, hints of praise kink, past toxic relationships, mild angst, Bucky and Bug bond over their love of food (he’s not a feeder but he does keep you fed)
Bucky absentmindedly digs his thumbnail into the worn wood of the picnic table, working at a knot in its surface as he tries his best to gauge whether or not he’s upset you. At face value you seem fine, excited even, as you’d managed to snag a lavender oat milk ice-cream; that’s what held your attention now, well, the dripping cone and the excess amount of dogs being led around the food-truck-lined garden. But despite your oohing and ahhing over the creamy treat and the furry friends he couldn’t help the niggle of worry in his stomach.
Fucking flowers. He forgot the fucking flowers. Every other date he’d shown up right on time, if not a little early, with fresh flowers. Today his shift at the garage had run long and he’d hardly had time to scrub his hands clean and comb his hair, let alone get flowers, before rushing to pick you up, barely on time and empty-fucking-handed. Given the time between this date and the last surely the others were already shriveled up, he was supposed to be showing you how good a boyfriend he would be and he couldn’t even-
“-ucky? Buck?”
He was wrangled from his thoughts by the soft call of his name and a sudden jolt of pain as his thumb caught on a sliver of wood. There was now a furrow in your brow, lips down turned as you observed him; damnit, if the flowers hadn’t messed things up this inattentiveness surely would. “Are you alright?”
Idly reaching for your fingers not wrapped around the ice cream cone he nodded his head, “Course I am. How’s that?” Instead of answering you held the treat out for him but he shook his head, “Nah, Bug, I’d rather taste it on your lips.” And despite the small burn of embarrassment it caused, you leaned across the table, indulging him as he licked into your mouth, sticky and sweet. Bucky was relieved that you seemed happier after the kiss, he was good at that, if nothing else he could keep you physically sated. There was a time he was confident in his abilities to be good at the other stuff as well, at least he thought he was, but his last serious partner made it clear that while he was a great fuck he was a shitty boyfriend, a “sorry ass loser” to be exact, it’s what he feared you would eventually see.
“Alright Buckaroo, you are way too in your head right now, let’s go!”
Bucky went to protest before realizing you weren’t calling for an early end to the date, instead you were tugging him towards the food trucks you hadn’t yet explored. “We are dividing and conquering, I’ll grab the samosas, you’ve got the vegan corn dog truck, and we’ll rally back by the loaded waffle fries. Got it?” You didn’t bother waiting for a response as you took off, forcing him to chase after you to press cash into your palm, waving off any protests as he pinned you with a stern stare; “It’s a date, Bug, I pay. Got it?” He echoed your words back to you, but unlike you he was waiting for a response, the arch of his brow leaving no room for protest; “Got it.”
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You were pleased to see Bucky relax into the date, despite his earlier assurance that nothing was bothering him you knew better, as if you couldn’t read his moods after thirteen-some-odd-years, no, he wasn’t fooling you for a second. You were willing to wager it had something to do with work, judging by his hurried arrival and quick apologies when he picked you up, though there was always the smallest chance it had to do with club business. Despite your brother’s prominent role you tried to steer clear of that, though you would make an exception if talking about it would help Bucky. As it were he seemed considerably cheered up, happily sharing bites of the small feast you’d managed to amass, practically moaning at each new flavor that burst across his tongue (though he made sure to remind you that you were the best thing he ever tasted as he lapped powdered sugar off two of his fingers- conveniently the same two fingers that he had up your skirt on your last date).
Beyond stuffed you wave away his offer for more, something warm bursting in your chest as he offhandedly remarks something about keeping his lady fed, choosing to ignore the latter part wherein he adds a no edibles disclaimer. Is that what you are, his lady? It certainly seems like it the more dates you go on, though no official titles have been given. In some way or another you’ve felt like his for a long time, it was almost scary to face the reality of what you two could be.
Bucky could tell you were mulling something over, the tip of your tongue poking through your lips a dead give away, you’d had the same tell since childhood and he knew if he reached over and peeled apart your lips you’d be lightly biting down on the pink organ. He felt the same sharp doubt as earlier re-emerge at how quiet you’d gone, but no, you’d been having a good time he was sure of it, and he could recover from his earlier faux paus. Instead he distracted himself with the image of you, the denim of your shorts riding up between the thick meat of your thighs, nearly disappearing at the apex, the button on them now pressing tighter against the ample swell of your stomach than it had earlier, a happy sign that you’d eaten well, the soft material of your crop top inching dangerously up-up-up at each little shift you made. A man of his whims Bucky reached out, softly tracing the tip of his index finger up a spidering stretch mark, from the waistband of your shorts to wear it disappeared just beyond the hem of your top, he allowed his finger to venture just underneath it, searching, almost positive you didn’t have a bra on, desperate to find out. Desperate to trace that same mark with his tongue. Fuck you were beautiful. The soft hitch of your breath had him abruptly on his feet, gathering up trash with one hand while the other reached for you; “Let’s go for a walk, Bug.”
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He led you to a secluded area, a seemingly forgotten bench at the end of an overgrown path, surrounded by trees and wild bushes.There was extra security in knowing that the live music had just kicked up at the other end of the park, drawing much of the crowd towards the small stage but still your heart fluttered nervously, somehow knowing Bucky’s intentions were less than pure; he wasn’t just looking for a quiet place to talk.
Bucky sat first, guiding you to sit astride one of his thighs, back facing him. Whatever small ping of worry surfaced in your brain about being too heavy died before it could fully form, senses overrun by the rough feeling of his black denim jeans on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the cool kiss of his prosthetic hand finding purchase on the naked flesh of your waist. This is the part I’m good at, he thought, the part where I impress her, where I shine. He didn’t say anything, just began rocking his leg back and forth until your back arched, signaling he had found your sweet spot, focusing his attention on staying there. You were desperate not to make noise, biting down on your lip as Bucky’s thigh pressed the thick seam of your shorts up into you, the pressure on your clit causing pleasure to spark hot in your groin. Wrapping the hand not anchored to your waist around your throat he forced you to lean your head back against his shoulder, using the open access to run his tongue across the hyper sensitive skin, suckling, marking, claiming. It went on and on, the steady rise and fall of Bucky’s thigh as he continued his assault on your clit and throat, his own arousal at the situation apparent by the thick swell of his cock pressed into your back.
Despite your best efforts to keep quiet Bucky could tell you were getting close, stopping just when you appeared to be on the precipice of pleasure; “Fuck, Bug, you want it?”
Ignoring the question, or perhaps too focused on your pleasure to truly hear it, you pick up where Bucky left off, slowly gliding your denim covered cunt across his thigh. Rocking side to side to catch the seam just right. Close, so close, pleasure taught in your groin, ready to explode outward, ready to-
Bucky let’s out a long drawn out fuck, worried for a second he’s going to bust in his jeans as your ass backs up into him, practically slamming into his cock as your previously controlled rocking motion loses rhythm and gives way to frantic humping. Bucky slips two of his fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue in an effort to quiet you; “That’s it, Baby, use my thigh, fuck yourself on my thigh, good gi-” His praise is lost in the wake of your pleasure, thighs clamping impossibly tight against his own as frantic motion mellows to soft subconscious rocking. You suckle at the salty skin of his fingers, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you soft and pliable in his lap, sleepy even.
Bucky manages not to lose it in his pants, but just barely, nuzzling at the crown of your head he feels pride- yeah, he’s good at this, he can keep you around with this.
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Mutually Beneficial
One Shots
5 Times There Was Only One Bed (and the one time there were two beds)
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Could you maybe possibly do a Bucky X single mum reader? Maybe he doesn't know she's a mum thinks she's ghosting him and then bumps into her and said child or something maybe some angst smut fluff the whole shebang
Bucky was officially done with dating.
He had felt this quite a few times but never had he decided to put an end to dating in the modern day until now. Things had been going great, he didn't even think she would've accepted to go on a date with him yet she did and after that, there wasn't a single moment where he wasn't thinking of her or with her. She was sweet, smart and didn't seem to mind about his past as the Winter Soldier or the metal arm that was blatantly visible to anyone if he took his gloves off. He was finally happy, in a healthy relationship, or at least he thought so.
A week ago things had gone radio silent, there were no texts, he didn't see her at her usual coffee spot and whenever he tried calling, it would go to voice mail time and time again. It had finally hit him that she had just "ghosted" him as Sam called it. Maybe he was right, yet not in the common sense, instead he felt haunted. Haunted by her touch, by her memory and even by the stupid cookies she used to buy. The same stupid cookies he was staring at right now.
- Can I get these? - a toddler jumped up and down next to him. It was a girl, at least Bucky thought it was a girl based on the high pitched voice. He only looked at the toddler when she pulled on the leg of his trouser, finally forcing him to look at her. - Sir, please can you pass me the cookies?
He shrugged, easily grabbing the box and handing it to the girl who went off running to the legs of a woman, a woman who looked too familiar, a woman who looked almost terrified when she saw Bucky. Honestly, Bucky wasn't even sure who was more terrified if her or him.
- Bucky. - she said as she walked up to him. - Listen, I ...
- That's fine. - he interrupted her. - You don't have to say hi to me.
- No, I just ... I need to explain things.
- I'd rather avoid the whole "it's not you, it's me" discussion. You know, you could've at least sent me a text instead of ghosting me.
- Ghosting? No, no, you don't understand. I've been busy and ...
- For a whole week? Clearly you're not busy enough to be perusing the supermarket.
- Perusing? I'm just getting groceries, I forgot I couldn't if I didn't text you.
- Oh so you do know how to text. - Bucky knew he was being mean now but he was hurt. There were may voices in his head which were making him feel like a loser, make him feel like just the Winter Soldier yet he also knew that was no reason to insult her so before he could say something he would regret, he walked away.
Technically, he had now ghosted her as well but she'd done it first so it wasn't as heavy in his mind. At least not as heavy as the idea that the girl he liked so much had suddenly stopped wanting to see him. Many things were going through his mind about what could've caused it, he didn't see another man with her at the store so it potentially wasn't one so his mind was forcing him to face the fact that he was probably the reason. Who would want to date a murderer, the Winter Soldier? No one.
- Did you bring my milk? - Steve asked as he skimmed through the groceries. - Bucky?
- I saw Y/N in the shop. - he sat down. - And I was a dick to her. Basically ran off with whatever I had in my cart.
- Hold on. - Steve said as he sat next to him. - You saw her? What did you say?
- Stupid shit.
Steve rolled his eyes. Bucky was his best friend, they had known each other since forever and he wasn't against taking his friend's side even if he knew he may be slightly wrong. Yet, in this case, he knew Bucky probably was acting out from hurt and that usually wasn't pretty or nice to hear. It was quite vicious actually, sometimes he forgot how vicious Bucky could be.
- I don't know what you said but maybe you should apologise.
- Probably. - he sighed. - Yet again I think she was getting ready to give me a pity speech and I'd rather not listen to it.
- Do you like this girl? - Bucky stayed silent at this. Of course he liked her, she was all he could think about at night, she was the sun the moon and the stairs for all he cared. But she didn't want him, what else would be the reason for her to suddenly go cold on him. - You've lived for a whole century, Buck. Go talk to her and find out what it is instead of sulking.
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Bucky already regretted this.
As he stood outside her apartment door, he wondered if he was a complete creep. He felt like one, waiting for someone to open the main door so he could get into the building with the sad flowers he'd bought hoping they would convince Y/N not to close the door in his face. Once more, he stared at the golden number on her door before sighing and knocking. He heard quick footsteps before the door knob was slowly twisted and the door opened. The same toddler who he had seen in the market opened the door.
- Hi! - she said looking at him as if he was her oldest friend.
- Uh ... Is Y/N here?
- Meredith, who are you talking you? - he heard Y/N's voice echo through the apartment until she appeared at the door. - Bucky.
- Hi. - he cleared his throat.
- Mere, go inside. - Y/N ushered her daughter back inside, closing the door behind her.
Bucky stared at Y/N in both awe and confusion. Who was that toddler? Was it hers? She did look a look like Y/N and he had seen both of them at the supermarket as well. Did Y/N have a kid?
- She's mine. - Y/N said noticing the doubt on his face. - I had her senior year of college. She's 4.
- Why ... uh ....
- She's 4, she doesn't really understand relationships and I don't want to bring anyone into her life that may leave. I also usually struggle to date when I tell guys I have a 4 year old ... I should've told you, I'm sorry.
- And the ghosting?
- I wasn't ghosting. - she crossed her arms. - Mere had the chicken pox and I had to stay home with her. I was gonna text you but I thought this ... this would be a better conversation to have in person.
- Ah ... - he scratched the back of his neck. - I was an asshole at the supermarket, wasn't I?
- That depends ... are those flowers for me? - she smirked.
- Yes. - he extended his arm towards her handing her the flowers. Marigolds, her favourite. - They look a bit sad though.
- They look perfect. - she smiled at him. - Wanna come in?
(...)
Bucky stirred awake in the couch as he heard a soft rustling following by breathing. He peaked his eye open to see Meredith staring at him with wide eyes before she poked his cheek with her finger.
- Mr. Bucky? Can you make me pancakes?
He could get used to this.
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No but bucky finding you, a sweet little bunny with the floppiest floofiest ears and tail. And you're a pastel color. It's rare. They call you an "Easter bunny" because of your looks. You're said to bring good fortune and luck. So bucky keeps you all to himself.
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