#dom bucky barnes
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Be Mean To Me
Pairing: Bucky x f!reader
Summary: After a long day at work, you just want to lose all control and have your boyfriend fuck you into oblivion
Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst, fluff, smut, mean!dom!bucky, reader asks for it, they are so in love, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving), ball sucking, slapping, spit kink?, degradation, humiliation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch, sugar, good girl), daddy kink, some praise, spanking, pussy slapping (like once), safe word (yellow), vaginal sex, no prep anal, Bucky has a huge dick, choking, aftercare, check-ins, crying during sex, crying after sex, soft!Bucky, no mention of Y/N, no description of reader other than being female
Word Count: 4.9k of mostly smut
A/N: This was very self indulgent. Work has been kicking my ass and I want to be taken care of. Any mistakes are my own. If I missed any warnings please let me know. @bucknastysbabe it's done! I think I should go back to therapy. But hey, smut
You feel your throat tighten as you walk up to the apartment you share with Bucky. It was one of those days that left you beaten down and wanting to curl up under your blankets and cry. You didn’t even want to go into work this morning, having to force yourself to get ready. Too many rude customers, incompetent coworkers giving you more work than you get paid to do, everything leaving you overstimulated and wanting your boyfriend.
It left a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Bucky take care of you, ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.
You swallow the lump in your throat and unlock the front door, finding Bucky on the couch watching some random action movie that he claimed to hate. At the sight of him your body naturally relaxes and the urge to crawl onto his lap is too much to bear.
“Hey, sugar. I’ve been missing you all day. You’ll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- What’s wrong?” He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever you’re around him his entire day gets better, a lightness filling his chest, but when he sees how run down you are, his heart literally hurts for you. Bucky wants to protect you from everything, from supervillains all the way to spiders in the house.
“Long day, baby. Just wanna be with you.” He opens his arms and you instantly crawl into his lap, eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed. He runs his metal hand up and down your back, pulling you as close to him as possible, while his flesh hand rests on your head, holding you to his neck, letting you breathe him in.
“What can I do for you, sugar? Want to talk about it? I can order from your favorite place. Can run you a bath. Whatever you want, sweet girl.”
“Please, be mean to me, Bucky.” Bucky feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants to keep your heart safe from whatever it is that is plaguing you, but he knows he can’t. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.
“How mean do you want me, sugar?” Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. It’s in his nature to be sweet to you, fill you with praise, but that's not what you want right now. You want to be degraded and treated like a fucktoy.
“Mean.” You keep your eyes trained on him. This is the only part where you need to keep your head on, make sure that he knows you want this.
“Remember your colors, sugar?” You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. “Remember, daddy will only be upset with you if you don’t use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.” His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.
“Yes, daddy.” And just like that, Bucky’s entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle.
“Then take your clothes off, slut.” He pushes you off his lap, just hard enough to give the illusion of indifference. As you strip, Bucky keeps his eyes trained on the TV, not paying you any mind. Your core throbs at the fact that you are completely exposed while he is still fully dressed.
“On your knees.” He’s still not looking at you, but you obey without thought, willing to do whatever he wants. Grabbing the back of your neck, he forces you in between his spread legs, and you whine at the fact that his cock is still soft inside his sweats. Any other day, Bucky would make sure that your knees were never on the hardwood floor without a pillow or something soft underneath, but not today.
On days like these, when you want to feel completely submissive, it takes Bucky a while to get aroused. It’s in his nature to love up on you, make you drunk with pleasure in the sweetest way possible. He feeds off of your energy. When he is sure that you are having fun, his body lets himself fall into his role.
“What? You think at the first signs of some tits I’m gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didn’t realize just how thick you were.” Your pussy was absolutely pulsing with need. With his hand still on the back of your neck, he rubs your face against his crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden at the smell of your arousal.
He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Bucky’s right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek.
His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than it’s supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. “Did daddy say you could suck his cock?” He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. “Then keep your slutty mouth shut.”
He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. “Hands behind your back, and suck on daddy’s balls.” You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.
“Oh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take ‘em both in your dirty mouth.” He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't; his balls are too big. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip, dripping onto his stomach after he takes his shirt off.
With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. “Such a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddy’s nuts, shit.” He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.
Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. “What a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.” He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.
He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse ‘green,’ giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. “Such a perfect fucking mouth, shit.” He stops you from bobbing your head, “Stop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.” You're sure you’re leaking onto the floor at this point.
You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; he’s not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle, ignoring the pain in your knees and the ache in your jaw.
The only sounds filling the room are Bucky’s ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth but you don’t swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue.
This isn’t what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what you’re up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, “Don’t make me punish you, bitch.” At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.
He stands and kicks the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. “You disobedient little-” he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. “Is that what I think it is?” You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering.
With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. “What a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.” He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, “Lick it the fuck up, bitch,” before pushing you to the ground.
Your knees hit the wood hard and pain runs up your spine. You ignore the ache and brainlessly lap at your juices on the floor before Bucky smushes your cheek against the puddle and you moan. “Messy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isn’t it, slut?” He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. “Daddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.” You don’t respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.
No matter how hard he tries, Bucky can’t hide his devotion to you, that’s why he doesn’t let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing he’s gone too far. “Color, sugar.” Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.
“Green, daddy, so green.” The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.
“Good girl, you want to keep going the way we were?” Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.
“Yes please, daddy, want you to be mean.” You look so small and soft. Bucky struggles to put his facade back up, but he knows you need this.
Bucky positions himself behind you, staring at your ass and glistening pussy, and feels his cock bounce. The first slap isn’t soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. “One.” The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. “Two.” He lands the next two much harder on the same cheek and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet continue to count, digging your nails into your palm.
He repeats the two spanks to your left cheek and takes a break to sooth your heated and raised skin with his metal hand after you’ve counted. The ground beneath your cheek is hard and unforgiving, leaving you neck bent at an odd angle. Spank seven lands on the back of your right thigh and somehow feels much stronger. “Shit! Seven, daddy.” Eight is on your left, and is just as hard. Your entire lower body aches: cunt pulsing and throbbing for his cock, thighs burning, and ass red and raw, sobbing with every impact.
“These last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.” Even with his warning, you aren’t prepared. They are hard and fast, hearing them before you feel them, knocking the breath out of you, and you try to scramble up, but Bucky holds you down. “Don’t run away from me, you know better.” All of a sudden, the sharpest and most excruciating pain blooms from your cunt, and then you hear the wet smack of his metal hand hitting your core.
You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Bucky’s hand on the back of your head keeps you to the ground, while he slams his cock into your cunt, not stopping to let you adjust. “That’s it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.” You can’t breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Bucky’s moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust you’re sure he’s hitting your cervix.
The hand on the back of your head leaves to grab your hip, letting him fuck you even faster, the both of you sliding further and further on the floor. You try to brace yourself with your hands, but the brutality of his fucking is no match. “Daddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for, but your cunt is pulling him in, barely letting him pull out.
Bucky is practically chasing you on the floor, hips never slowing down, eyes trained on your pussy, loving the creamy white mess on his dick. “Fuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddy’s cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.” He’s in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.
“Daddy! I can’t, f-fuck, please, too much!” You’re fucking delirious with pleasure, feeling something twisting inside of you. You searched for something to hold on to, only finding smooth surface, legs locking, body seizing up.
“You can and you will take this dick, bitch. I don’t care if it makes you fucking bleed.” The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Bucky’s hips never falter, sack still ramming against your clit.The breath is knocked out of you when you feel the most intense orgasm of your life pass through you.
Keening and wailing, you squirt on Bucky’s cock, the sounds of your fucking somehow getting even more wet until the force of your orgasm pushes his cock out. Your body is left twitching. There is a much larger puddle on the floor now - your cum. Bucky could fucking cum at the sight of your pathetic body laying on the ground, body wrought with pleasure. “Fuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.”
The entire lower half of his body is covered with your cum and Bucky swears he can feel his heartbeat in his cock. Nonetheless, he wraps his arms around your waist and hulls you over to where he kicked the couch, placing your upper half on the cushions. “You’re so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?” Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you don’t usually do anal, given how big he is, but you can’t think straight, especially after cumming so hard.
“Yes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.” Bucky groans at the thought of his excessive load running out of your ass. Leaning back, he ruts against your pussy, gathering more of your slick, before spreading your cheeks with his hands, staring at your puckered hole. He lines his cock up and watches as precum leaks from his tip.
His cock is huge, much longer and thicker than average, and he knows it. Grabbing himself near his tip, he pushes, grunting at the resistance, knowing that this would be much easier if he takes the time to prep you, but you want to be treated like a whore. “You gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else I’ll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isn’t it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.”
He pushes harder, tip finally popping in, causing searing pain to shoot through you. Crying out, you try to pull forward to escape the burning pain, wiggling further into the couch. Bucky leans over, careful not to push in any further, he knows you need a moment, any other time you would have been fully prepped and he would have slid right in, and wraps his metal hand around your neck, shushing you, “Shhhh, stop being so dramatic.”
After a few minutes, the pain begins to subside and your breathing calms down. Keeping his hand around your throat, he pushes in, inch by inch, and the pain comes back. You whine into the cushion, every new inch burning more than the last until his hips are flush with your ass. “What the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.”
Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasn’t thinking straight, not when your tight hole was hugging every inch of his cock. You on the other hand, were struggling, it was too much too fast. It fucking hurt, there were tears in your eyes, but your pussy was aching like it wanted more. Your clit throbbed with need, even when your ass was stretched to the brim.
You didn’t want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, “Yellow, daddy, yellow.” The hand on your neck left and Bucky maneuvered his upper body so that he could look you in the eye without moving his cock. His entire demeanor was different, back was your sweet, caring boyfriend.
“Good girl, daddy’s so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.” Bucky caresses your face as he soothes you, bringing you back down. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your ass, driving him insane. He wants to rail you so fucking bad, tip of his cock probably purple by now, but he would never do anything you didn’t want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until you’re ready or decide to stop.
You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you loosen up and your mind goes fuzzy once again, desperate for him to move. You wiggle your hips, rocking back and forth, instead of pain, blinding pleasure courses through you. “Green, daddy. I’m ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.” Bucky lets out the most sinful groan and stills your hips with his hands.
He starts out slow, easing you into his motions, gradually gaining speed and force the louder your moans get. “Daddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!” You were practically sobbing, loving the way he was splitting you open. His hips and thighs were wet from when you squirted on him, slapping against your ass, everytime he pulled back a vulgar shlick sound could be heard.
He fucked you faster and harder, staring at where you were connected. “This fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!” He could feel his orgasm building up, fighting it off everytime his cum filled sack slapped against your pussy. Letting go of your hips he snarled, “Show daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.”
You whined, but complied anyway, digging your toes into the floor to get more leverage to keep slamming back on his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and both of your moans completely drowned out the ending of Bucky’s movie, not that either of you cared. Panting and moaning, you kept working yourself on him, feeling another orgasm bubbling up.
Meeting your thrusts, Bucky was rambling, not having one coherent thought in his head, “Look at that, give me that ass, yes! Don’t you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!” He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldn’t help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good.
“M Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?” Bucky practically growls, getting up to his feet to squat, not missing a beat while still trusting in you. Every time his pelvis met your ass he whined and whimpered, loving the way it jiggled. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm closer.
“Not until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.” It seemed impossible, but Bucky fucked you even faster, his hips moving at a ferocious speed. He wanted to cum so fucking bad and your high pitched moans were about to make him bust. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I’m gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, I’m splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, have you leaking.”
His hand wraps around your throat and chokes you, hips still smashing against yours, your orgasm barely being held in. You try to talk, get him to let you cum, but no words come out. Bucky felt his orgasm approach, balls pulling up, “Shiiit, daddy’s gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.” Bucky cums with a long, drawn out moan. The feeling of his endless load pouring into your ass sends you over the edge and you cum so hard your vision goes black for a second. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through you. Bucky’s hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms.
As you both catch your breaths, you feel Bucky begin to soften inside of you, still plugging your hole, stopping his cum from leaking back out. “You were so good for me, sugar. I’m so proud of you.” At those words you feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Burying your face into the cushions, a sob escapes your throat, all of your emotions finally bubbling over.
Running his hands up and down your back, Bucky soothes you. This was always his least favorite part, seeing you cry. He knows that you’re crying isn’t because of him, but there is always a twinge of fear that shoots through his body, scared that he went too far with you. Bucky pulls out as gently as he can, hissing when the air touches his spent dick, and moves to rest his back against the couch, pulling you into his lap.
Neither of you care that his cum is leaking all over. Bucky will clean the room later, after he takes care of his sweet girl. You cling to him as you sob into his neck, his hands massage your sore cheeks as he whispers in your ear, “Such a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Can’t even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. I’m right here.”
Carefully, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. When he tries to set you down you just cling on harder to him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “I gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You hesitantly let him go while he draws the bath, putting in your favorite oils. After you pee and wipe, he helps you up so you can wash your hands before sitting you both in the tub.
Bucky sits against the wall of the tub and you curl further into his lap, not wanting any space in between you. Somehow you still aren’t close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Bucky’s consuming presence, you can’t seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Bucky’s arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.
“Sweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.” You can hear the concern in Bucky’s voice, but you can’t bring yourself to move away. He’s your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. “Sweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know you’re okay.” You don’t know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.
Bucky’s entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesn’t know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didn’t want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didn’t want him to go as far as he did? You used your safe word when it got to be too much, but what if you really wanted to say red, not yellow, but wanted to please him, or felt like you had to please him. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.”
Even though you didn’t want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. “I’m okay. Just love you so much.” You could feel Bucky relax under you.
“You sure, sweets? I’ve never seen you like this before.” While some of his fears subsided, Bucky was still worried about you.
Picking your head up so you could look him in the eye, you saw just how scared Bucky truly was. “I promise, Buck, I loved every second of it. You made me feel so good and cared for. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” Bucky closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. At that moment, Bucky understood why aftercare was so important. Of course he knew you needed to be taken care of so that you knew how much he loved you, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him feel loved in a way he didn’t know was possible.
Before the water gets cold you’ve stopped crying, making Bucky feel much better and he washes the sweat and spit off of your face and body, being extra careful with your sensitive pussy and ass. All the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you take turns kissing each other all over.
Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He lays you on the bed before grabbing your favorite lotion to put on, being extra careful when it comes to your sore ass, placing kisses in each spot after he's rubbed in the lotion.
The marks on your face are gone by now, but Bucky still fusses over your skin care routine, knowing you don’t have the energy to complete it. After taking care of you, he climbs into bed and covers the both of you up, still naked but you don’t care. Bucky reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs some chocolate while you feed it to each other. Neither of you say much, but nothing needs said.
You place kisses on his chest and arms, anywhere that you can reach, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him - Bucky knows. You fall asleep first, not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, Bucky moves you to his chest, cocooning you into him before he falls asleep, your head tucked carefully under his chin, legs tangled together, completely protected by him.
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Size kink Bucky
Give me big dick size kink Bucky who throws his head back and moans when he first breeches your tight cunt, barely pushing in just the swollen head of his cock while shoving your legs back till your thighs hit your chest. Bucky who watches his fat cock stretch you open with a feral expression on his face, your squeals and moans music to his ears because he’s splitting you in half. Thicker than a snicker Bucky who runs his mouth about how hes too big for you, his large mass caging your under him while he fucks you senseless.
“S’too tight bunny, god damn”
“Choking my dick baby, I know it hurts, let daddy in, c’mon, make room for my cock - fuck - almost there - shittt”
“Lookit this tiny pussy baby, fuck you have the cutest button between your legs, fuck I just-“ he pulls out of you just to flick your clit with his cockhead before shoving it in you again, smirking at the way your hand wraps around his large wrist, pulling his hand to the where you need him.
“So greedy for such a little cunt, you can barely take all of me and you already want more?“ he spits right down onto your clit, this calloused thumb rubbing right circles onto you with each thrust
“Daddy’s got such a big load for you baby, m’gonna drain my balls till it’s dripping down your ass and onto the sheets. Wanna see your belly swell up with how much cum I’m about to give you” he grits out, chest heaving when his cock hardens even more, veins pulsing and his orgasm crawls down his spine, spreading through his thighs, his balls seizing up, pleasure shooting through the tip.
“FUCK, t-take it bunny, lemme fill you up, there’s so much baby, might get you pregnant, what you gonna do with all this cum, god, it’s so much-
Sorry. I need to go back to work now.
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Babes, I was thinking, dom! Bucky and reader where his dumb ass doesn’t give her aftercare and then she’s upset. Later, his ass brings it around and makes her feel better. I go feral for aftercare in fics because I’m secretly a little bitch and need reassurance. The raunchier the smut the better. I’m a whore. Love you, babes 😚
HI BUCKYBUDDY MWAH MWAH LUV U💋💋Less get intewww it! I haven’t written a dom buck in ages and then angst and fluffy fluff after??? *chefs kiss* As always thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy this, imma put my whole freak nasty abilities into the raunchy, then my soft baby into the fluff. I too need some reassurance bc I’m actually a huge baby🤣
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Dom!Bucky barnes, Dom/sub, Bucky is an idiot, pnv!sex, bad bdsm etiquette, sub drop, hurt/comfort, big dick bb, fluff n smut n angst, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving), safe words, anxiety/negative self talk/depression
Your lover was in a mood, not necessarily angry but aggravated. He initiated the little playtime scene, coming home and growling, “Can’t catch a fucking break. Need my little girl to help me let off some steam.” His broody eyes roved over your reclined form, clad in skimpy shorts and a little tank top.
You couldn’t deny your sexy, fucking gorgeous man. A rough fuck would be good for him, and nothing was better than getting your pussy goddamn murdered by his cock. You instantly acquiesced, reminding baby of your safe words.
No time was wasted, Buck hauled you to bedroom, landed a sharp smack on your ass along the way. Clothes shredded, some haphazardly thrown, boots flung so hard the lamp rattled as he kneeled on the bed. You stared with wide eyes, unsure of what next considering how fast the situation was moving along.
“Get it wet baby, you know what to do, staring at me like some fuckin’ virgin,” the brunette snarked.
Crawling forward— you gripped his girth, lapping and enveloping the tip. Buck’s vibranium hand wound itself in your ponytail, yanking with a snarl, “Deeper baby, c’mon now.” He was lucky you had a lack of a gag reflex, tucking your lips and swallowing him down. He groaned in ecstasy, head falling back as he cursed, “Good little slutty girl, that’s it.”
You breathed through your nose as he murmured, “Gonna fuck that tight throat of yours.” Your lids fluttered at the feeling, lips stretched tight around his thick cock, throat full, the salty taste of pre-cum wetting your tongue.
His heavy balls slapped your chin as you gripped strong thighs, your lover grunting and keeping your head still with that metal hand, fucking ruthlessly. Tears sprung to your eyes, pussy throbbing and leaking. Bucky groaned again, pulling you off his dick, wet and messy.
All you could do was gasp and whimper, drool falling from your swollen lips. He smiled darkly, caressing your reddened face with big hands. Bucky cooed, “You’re so damn pretty.” He seized your lips, wet smacks filling the quiet room. You instinctively moved to your back, legs spread for him.
Buck tutted between kisses, “Nuh-uh, on your belly.” You whimpered sadly as he gave one more kiss, those huge hands of his flipping your frame over, pulling your hips up in a quick jerk. He palmed a breast roughly, pulling at your stiff bud, so sensitive you couldn’t help but mewl.
Another hand thumbed your swollen cunt, laughing, “So wet for me. Sweet pretty slut, get your mouth around some cock and you’re wetting the sheets.” He thumbed your clit with a slick thumb, grinning sharply at the whine of his name. You warbled, “C’mon baby, fuck me, I helped you out.”
A yank of your ponytail brought his lips close to you, nipping at your earlobe, muscled body pressed to you. Bucky rumbled, “Can you be patient sweetie? I asked if you’d help me let off some steam and here you are making demands like an entitled bitch.”
He pinched your clit, forcing a yowl out your lips. Your boyfriend nestled his cock against your swollen folds, rutting playfully slow. Bucky asked, false sweetness lacing his tone, “You gonna’ shut your mouth and let me do my thing?”
Yank. Nip. Slap.
“Y-yessir, Bucky, I’ll be good now, m’sorry.”
“Good girl.”
He shoved his cock in with no preamble, filling your pussy to the brim with a filthy squelch. Bucky’s hands faltered at your hips, breath stuttered and harsh, he grunted, “Fucking hell, god your pussy— hah, fucking tight.” He took a moment to steady his knees, effectively caging your own in.
“Arch,” he commanded. You did so, pressing your lower body to the bed, whining, “S’big.” He patted your ass and claimed cockily, “I know, slutty hole like yours can take it.” More tears leaked, he was on one today. You couldn’t deny the sweet pleasure and the mean words, made you throb that much harder.
His hands possessively splayed up your back, clasping them upon your shaking shoulder. The force of his thrust shoved you forward into the mattress with a muffled cry. Bucky’s hips clapped against your ass, brutally fucking you open. All you could do was drool and keen his name and other nonsense.
Goosebumps rose on your skin, pussy weeping and convulsing around Bucky’s huge cock. It dragged against your ridged insides, nudged your sweet spot, battered your cervix. Nothing was spared when your lover filled you up, feeling like he was in your belly. The soldier was grunting and moaning deeply, smacking a vibranium hand across your ass. He sped up his movements, beginning to pant. Bucky asked, “Good little slut, always such a good hole for me.”
You babbled, “Yes, yes, always, just for you!”
He rewarded you with a hand to your engorged clit, working it the way that made your legs shake— like they weren’t already jello. Bucky hauled you up with his free hand, using his strength to keep your overstimulated body aloft.
“Y’gonna cream on my big cock doll? I can feel ya’ squeezing me. Pussy’s jus’ begging for me to fill it up. Fucking hungry for it, you’re such a nympho for me.”
You were crying and shaking, nerves alight, pussy unbearably sensitive. You sobbed his name over and over, skin too hot and your clit shooting fire up into your belly. Buck cried out your name when you stiffened head to toe, core clamping down on him, gushing slick all over his still pumping dick.
You mewled and whimpered, falling limp, weak hands still gripping the sheets. Bucky managed longer, overstimulating your abused pussy. He didn’t last as far as you feared, leaning over your frame to mouth at the nape of your neck as he pumped you full of cum. So much cum it flooded your channel, spilling out and onto the bed.
Bucky had intense orgasms courtesy of the serum. He’d inhale sharply, shuddering as his overfull balls emptied for what felt like years. He leaned back up and pulled out with a soft noise, watching your ruined cunt with a smirk.
He got up to get a towel to wipe his dick off, coming back to get you clean. Bucky was pulling on his jeans now. You turned to ask, voice still slurred from your fuzzy brain, “Where’ya going Buck?”
He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and replied, “Gotta meet up with Sam, won’t be longer than an hour. I’ll be back, why don’t you grab a hot bath, I’ll bring back something to eat for you?”
A dreadful feeling consumed you. Bucky was busy, you didn’t need to whine for him to stay around. You rasped, “Can you get me a water bottle?” He nodded and padded off, returning with the cool water, handing it over with a kiss to your forehead. You struggled with words, scared to start bawling. Bucky always took care of you after an intense session. The mean ones.
He laced up his boots and slung on a jacket, blue eyes turning back as he stated, “Won’t be long I promise, ‘kay babydoll? Text me if you need anything.” You nodded while sipping the water, watching his familiar walk leave the room.
You flopped back onto the rumpled bed, body and cunt sore from the rough play. Emotions began to well up out of nowhere— embarrassment, loneliness, sadness. What if Bucky really meant all that he said?
Just a hole for him to fuck. Easy slut for easy access. You stifled a sob and failed. Everything felt like shit. You shivered from the intense anxiety, too struck to do anything but get under the mussed covers, mind whirling to all the worst places.
God. What if he told Sam about how wanton and loud you were, baring your neck at the slightest snap of Bucky’s fingers. You sobbed some more, grabbing a pillow to hold. It smelled like him, comforting, then sickening.
Managing to crawl out of bed you walked on jelly legs to the large bathtub, sprinkling the lavender epsom salt. Something to abate the cold. You ended up sobbing more and shaking in the tub. The need to call Bucky was heightening, but your brain whispered, “He’s busy, you’d be bothering him, just fuck off.”
Eventually the water got cold and you stepped out, body less achy. Drying off and slipping on this fleece hoodie thing your friend gifted you felt somewhat comforting. You didn’t want to get back in the ruined bed.
Instead the couch and a fluffy blanket would do. The water bottle and phone instinctively came with you. You blankly stared out the window, petting Alpine, still fucking shedding tears. The fluffy white cat seemed to sense your bad mood, curling up on your belly, purring.
Your phone sat on the table, annoyingly catching your interest. With an irritated huff you finally grabbed it. There was missed calls from Bucky, a couple of texts from him too. Even Sam had sent something.
Sliding open the phone you read the texts.
“At the Thai place, the usual?”
“You’re probably sleeping but I got Pad See Ew anyways.”
“You okay doll?”
“Hello?”
Then there was three missed calls. You made to dial back, spirits lifted a bit. The sound of the door busting open startled you. Alpine jumped, skittering off. A bewildered Bucky was making a beeline toward you, thick brows pulled together. The takeout bag was left on the ground. He grabbed you up and placed you onto his lap, placing fervent smooches all over your face.
The show of affection made you bawl again. Bucky’s warm flesh hand rubbed circles on your back. He murmured gently, “Babydoll, m’so sorry, I should’ve just cancelled the plans. Sam told me to go home and pull my head out my ass when I wouldn’t stop checking my phone.”
He looked so worried, babbling apologies, pulling you even closer into his frame. You sniffled, “I don’t know what happened, usually you stick around, then I got all s-sad.” Swallowing heavily you continued, “M’not just some whore to you am I? Everything’s s-so-so mixed uh-up. In my head.”
Bucky sighed, “Oh my love, no, no, you’re everything to me. I didnt communicate, forgot about aftercare— sweetheart I can’t live without you. Breaking my heart baby. Can’t believe I just left my doll all alone like that.”
You wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your face into his scruffy neck, letting out the rest of your emotions. Bucky cooed and coddled you, planting kisses on the crown of your head. He murmured, “Let it out, you still got some dinner and cuddles.”
Your breathing evened out enough to reply with a teary smile, “Okay, yeah, I am hungry.” Bucky somehow carried you around like a koala while he fed you the noodles, then ice cream, and more water. You felt better by the second, growing sleepy in his big arms.
“I love you baby doll, don’t ever think I don’t,” he swore.
“I love you too. So much. But we need to sleep in the guest room.”
The pair of you chuckled, sharing sweet kisses as the big softie carried you to the direction of the other bed. He gently laid you down, more lovey nonsense and kisses adorning the movement. Bucky climbed under the covers, pulling your body close to his. You fell asleep feeling warm and loved.
He might be a bit of a dumbass, but god if he didn’t make up for it.
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Switzerland || James “Bucky” Barnes
warning: smut, unprotected sex, impact play (rough), explicit language, degradation, maybe dacryphilia
“Give me a fucking break, Y/N,” Bucky groaned.
Two hours.
They had been bickering for two hours.
It had started with a mission. A quick rendezvous for some data Sam had requested from a sister agency overseas. Y/N had figured it might be nice to get out and travel a bit.
Wrong.
“Give you a break? James, we are in Sweden! Sweden. The rendezvous was supposed to be in Switzerland. I mean, you have to understand why this is frustrating!”
“I messed up! Would you relax?”
Bucky slid the keycard into their hotel door, shouldering his way in. It was a last minute booking, since they hadn’t meant to be here in the first place. Thanks to James.
Bucky cursed under his breath, and Y/N peeked over his shoulder to see what was wrong.
Sick.
“Oh great. You booked a room with one bed. Awesome,” Y/N snarked. She shook her head in disappointment. “You know, I should’ve probably taken over booking and planning when you landed us in the wrong fucking country, but it seems I haven’t learned my lesson yet.”
“Would you just fucking drop it? I said I was sorry!” Bucky bit out.
Y/N scowled. “Sorry doesn’t fix the fact that we’re in fucking Sweden, James. Someone has to explain this to-”
“Stop calling me that.”
She paused mid-sentence. “Calling you what?”
Bucky heaved a sigh. “James. You can be mad at me, but please just… stop calling me that. You never call me that.”
All the fight left her then. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a moment of quiet to calm down.
“I’m gonna take a shower. Don’t wait up.”
----------------------------------
The hot water did little to relax Y/N’s nerves, but she was clean. And if she took an extra 15 minutes to just stand there and enjoy the quiet, well that was her business.
But she couldn’t stay there forever. She knew a fight sat unfinished on the other side of the door, and the longer she stayed in the quiet of the bathroom, the longer she pushed off a resolution.
So with a sigh, she pushed back the shower curtain and fumbled for her towel. She spent much longer than necessary drying off, avoiding the inevitable while she could.
Once her skin was thoroughly dry (and beginning to pink in the spots she had rubbed too much), she gave in to the gnawing in her stomach. She reached for her pajamas with a sigh, mentally going over how to diffuse the fight that waited for her.
Her hand met the empty countertop.
Y/N’s brows furrowed. She spun around, surveying the bathroom for her clothes.
Nothing.
Because this was supposed to be a day trip.
You don’t pack pajamas for a day trip.
Y/N wanted to scream. Because of course this would be happening. Her shit show day had reached its dirty grimy claws into the evening.
Her annoyance reared its head again, and she had to keep herself from storming out and shouting at Bucky once more for getting them in this predicament.
But she bit her tongue, and cracked the door just a sliver. “Bucky?”
Shuffling. Then, “Yeah?”
Her cheeks were already burning from embarrassment. “I didn’t bring pajamas. Do you mind calling down to the front desk and asking for a robe or something?”
“Y/N, it’s like nine o’clock. The receptionist has probably gone home by now.”
Her irritation flared. “Can you just check? The only other option is putting on the clothes I wore today and they’re filthy.”
She heard an annoyed curse and more movement. Then a metal hand was sliding in the gap in the door, a t-shirt hanging from its fingers.
“Here,” came a grunt through the wood.
A flush crept down Y/N’s chest. “I don’t-”
“Would you stop fucking arguing for once, and just take it?”
“I still don’t have any pants!”
“It’s a long shirt, you won’t need them! Just put it on and fucking relax.”
The sheer command in his voice would have been enough to make her listen, nevermind the fact that Bucky had always had her wrapped around his finger. So with a huff that sounded more pathetic than grumpy, she snatched the shirt and slammed the door.
The shirt was quintessential Bucky. Plain, dark, simple. It hung just past her hips, a bit too short to be considered decent.
“I knew it,” she growled. But there was no use in pouting about it now. It was clean and comfortable (and warm).
It took every ounce of security (and maybe insanity) to open the door and walk out. She refused to look at Bucky, but she could still feel his eyes like a physical weight on her body. After several rather awkward seconds, he cleared his throat.
“I’m not sleeping on the floor. So either you make yourself cozy down there, or we’re splitting the bed.”
Not even two minutes in, and he had found her last nerve. Found it, poked at it, sank his teeth into it, shredded it. “I’m not sleeping on the floor.”
“Well I guess that settles it.”
What a shit day.
With a pout, Y/N pushed her way under the duvet, taking notice of how small the bed seemed to feel with Bucky in it. Her thigh brushed his and she bit back her gasp.
“Are you wearing pants?”
“No. Neither are you. Leave me alone and go to sleep.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and curled under the blankets. She had almost dozed off when a sharp tug on the covers disrupted her. “Do you mind?”
“You’re hogging all the blankets. Do you mind?” Bucky hissed.
And just to piss him off more, Y/N yanked the blankets enough to leave him exposed to the chill in the air.
“Are you serious? What are you, 5?”
“Do we really want to start talking about ages, you old fuck?”
Bucky groaned and reached for the bedside lamp, bathing the room in darkness. “Fine. Whatever. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
The peace in the room settled and remained for maybe five minutes.
Until…
“Would you stop pouting?”
Y/N threw her hands up incredulously. “I’m not pouting!”
“Yes. You are.”
“How would you even know?”
“I can just tell. It’s irritating me. Now stop,” Bucky spat.
“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Y/N’s not sure how it happened, or what set it off exactly. But Bucky had gripped the back of her neck and pulled her face to hover above his too quickly for her to prepare, her hands falling to his chest to balance herself. Bucky’s fingers dug into the nape of her neck with a bruising grip, and he soon brought his metal ones up to grab her jaw.
“Enough,” he growled.
With her head caged between his hands, she had no room to move, let alone reply. It wasn’t necessary though, as Bucky pushed through, his tone turning razor sharp.
“Enough with the pouting. Enough with the disobedience. Enough with the smart ass comments. Enough with calling me ‘James’. Enough. I’ve had enough. You can’t seem to help yourself from being a pain in my ass. I’m over it. Everyone else wants to kiss your ass, I’m not gonna do that. I want-”
He stopped. His teeth bared and gritted.
So it came as a shock when his lips crashed into hers with a force so staggering, she would’ve fell back if not for his hands holding her in place.
The kiss was urgent. Desperate. It was teeth, and tongues, and lips, and spit, and lust. Y/N struggled to catch her breath, but feared breaking away to break whatever spell had fallen over them.
“Such a fucking waste,” Bucky groaned. “A mouth like this, and all you do is pout and whine with it.”
The hand on the back of her neck slid up to her hair, and with a yank he had her throat bared where he sat up to meet it. His teeth nipped at her neck, roughly biting at the skin there. Y/N threw her head back in ecstasy, biting back a moan that threatened to slip.
A warm trickle slid down her neck.
Y/N pushed Bucky off by the shoulders, her hands flying to her neck. “Am I-” she stuttered. “Am I bleeding?”
“That should be the least of your worries right now.”
And before she could protest, he had pinned her on her back. “I am going to fuck you hard enough that you feel me every time you sit down. Every time you mouth off. Every time you touch yourself,” he continued, kissing a trail down her stomach. “I am going to ruin you.”
That didn’t sound so terrible.
The moment Bucky put his mouth on her, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. This had to be some sort of punishment. To be laid out in front of someone she despised and fall apart like this. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, small gasps managing to escape.
“You can do better than that,” Bucky urged.
And yes. She could. When his tongue did a particularly sinful circle around her clit, the whine that left her cut through the air loud enough that she briefly thought of whoever might be in the room next door. But when Bucky repeated the action, drawing another series of whimpers from her, she found she didn’t care.
A groan sounded, and the vibrations from it rang through her core. “Just like that,” Bucky gasped.
His mouth returned with a vengeance, licking and sucking at her like a man starved. She couldn’t have held her mewls and whimpers to herself if she tried, embarrassment be damned.
“Please,” she gasped. “I’m gonna-”
“No.”
Bucky pulled back at once, and her core throbbed at the loss of contact. Y/N sat up on her elbows, poised to protest.
“There’s that pout again.”
And yes, she was pouting.
But who could blame her?
“If I see that pout again, I’m knocking it off your fucking face.”
She immediately sobered and set her mouth straight.
Bucky smiled. “Good girl.”
Fuck.
Y/N keened high in her throat, the sound leaving without her intending it to. A flush crept up her cheeks.
Bucky’s grin looked like it might split his cheeks.
“Oh?” he teased. “Did you like that?”
His hands snaked up her waist, pushing his shirt higher on her torso, inches of skin creeping out bit by bit. His fingers, both flesh and metal burned her skin as they trailed up her sides. She gasped as his hands finally cupped her breasts.
“You like being told how good you are? You like being my good girl?”
Y/N whined, her hands moving to grab at Bucky’s wrists. Something to anchor her, she supposed.
Or just an excuse to touch him.
“You want me to tell you how pretty you look like this? Spread out and whining for me? Wearing my shirt?”
It was becoming too much: the way his hands grabbed at her skin, the way his breath fanned over her face, the words he was speaking.
“Please,” she begged.
“Use your words.”
“Fuck, please,” she tried. “I need you.”
Bucky smirked. “Where? Where do you need me?”
This was torture. She had seen the worst of humanity. She had fought the worst of humanity. But this was pure, unadulterated punishment.
And she loved it.
“Please,” she rasped.
Bucky chuckled, a sound that raked down her nerves. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
He plunged two metal fingers deep in her core, the cold biting into the lining of her walls. It stung, but it was wonderful.
“God,” Y/N gasped, a newfound sense of euphoria washing over her.
“You feel so soft,” Bucky rasped, kissing the space between her breasts with a tenderness that was unlike him.
It was too much. The cool steel of his fingers stung and her whimpering was fueled by the way they curled inside her.
“I knew you’d like this,” Bucky rasped. His hand pushed harder, deeper, until he was stroking just out of reach of where she really wanted him. “I always thought you’d be responsive, but this…” Another kiss. “This is better than I could have ever imagined.”
“Bucky,” Y/N moaned.
He paused. His lips hovered just above her nipple and his fingers stilled inside her. “Fuck, say it again.”
And so she did.
“Bucky.”
“Fuck, good girl,” he groaned, plunging back in with a renewed vigor. “You’re getting me all wet, baby. Look how pretty you look taking my fingers. Already whining, and I’ve barely touched you.” He dove in for her mouth this time, lips borderline bruising. He spoke against her mouth in a tone that sent heat rushing through her. “I can’t wait to see what you do with my cock in you.”
“I’m gonna-”
“No you’re not,” he growled, pulling his fingers away. Y/N groaned, but was cut short by a hand at her throat.
“Enough. Whining. I won’t tell you again,” Bucky hissed.
He tightened his grip around her throat, and her vision immediately blurred. Bucky smirked. “Good.”
Then he was inspecting his fingers, watching the way her essence dripped down the metal of his hand. Another groan.
“Open,” he commanded. Y/N’s lips parted, her tongue darting out eagerly. Bucky slid two metal fingers into her waiting mouth, pushing them back far enough to brush the back of her throat. Her eyes watered as she gagged, but she kept her mouth open all the same.
“So pretty.”
It was intoxicating, the taste of herself on the tang of metal, and she greedily lapped at his digits while he thrusted them past her lips. She had just started to lose herself when he pulled his fingers away.
His now spit-slick metal hand dug into the flesh on her ass when he had managed to (easily) manhandle her onto her front, leaving her gasping into the pillow at the sting. Her scorching flesh burned hotter against the cool brush of vibranium. Y/N’s entire body was on fire, made worse by the intensity and heat of Bucky’s gaze sliding over her skin. She was still lost in that feeling when she jumped against the sheets with a whimper, Bucky’s hand soothing over the now sore spot he had left after striking the flesh underneath.
“That one was for snapping at me all day,” he taunted, a smirk evident in his voice as he raised his hand again. Y/N braced herself for the strike, but still cried out when it landed. “And that, is for calling me ‘James’,” he growled out.
She was panting, breath ragged and sharp in her lungs. “You-” she gasped out as his fingers drew lazy circles over the marks he had left on her ass. “You can’t-”
“I can,” he hissed, wrenching her head back by her hair. “And you’re going to take everything I give you.”
Any sane person would’ve refused. Kicked him off of them with a snide comment and gone to bed, maybe even pretending this never happened to salvage any scrap of dignity left after everything that had happened.
“Got it?” Bucky growled with another tug to her hair.
“Yes, sir,” she groaned back.
The older man sighed contentedly, releasing his grip on her hair and dragging both hands down her spine slowly. “I think you’ve had enough spanking for now.”
A small surge of something close to panic roared through her, panic at losing this feeling, and the sting she could still feel on her ass.
“No!” Y/N gasped out before she could stop herself, too far gone to feel the bite of embarrassment at her words. Bucky’s hands stilled on her hips, and his fingers flexed against her skin.
“No?”
“Please,” she nearly whispered. “Please keep going.”
Silence hung, low and heavy around them for several moments. Had it not been for the weight of his hands still on her, Y/N would’ve thought he left.
Then, a groan, low and guttural, like the sound was being punched out of him. Bucky’s hand slid around the front of her neck, the heat of his flesh seeping into her throat. His grip was tight enough to pull her head up, but just barely. Suddenly, his mouth was right next to her ear, tone low and threatening, much like one he used when speaking to their targets.
“This is your last chance to tell me to cool off before I ruin you,” he bit out.
It was as good of a warning as she was gonna get, Y/N knew from their time together on missions, seeing the “Winter Soldier” firsthand. A sick thrill ran through her blood.
“Please,” she insisted.
A resounding ‘smack’ rang through the air as Bucky brought down his other hand against her ass, metal impacting soft skin. Y/N arched back against him, simultaneously running from and chasing the feeling.
More smacks followed, each one worse than the last. Her resolve was crumbling beneath her with each blow. Sensing her drop, Bucky smoothed both hands over her abused cheeks with a smirk.
“What happened to begging? Hm?” he taunted, digging his fingers into her already bruising skin just to see her hiss and try to pull away.
“Please,” she slurred against the pillow.
Bucky laughed, a mean and cruel sound. “Is that all you know how to say now? Have I already fucked you that stupid? I’ve barely touched you sweet girl.”
Y/N’s head was reeling, an emotional whiplash pounding at her temples as he mocked her and soothed the bite all in one breath.
“I need you inside me. Need to feel you,” she whimpered out, writhing as his hands pressed her further into the mattress.
Bucky muttered a sharp ‘fuck’ under his breath, before recomposing himself. She could hear the shuffle of him ridding himself of his pants, and she held her breath when she felt the rigid line of him press against her already sore ass.
Y/N keened high in her throat and pressed her hips back into his harder. Bucky pulled back just barely, teasing her.
“You sure about this?”
And maybe it was the gentle note of sincerity staining his voice that made her head swim, but Y/N found her breath catching once again.
“Please,” she insisted again.
And then Bucky was pressing into her slowly, inch by torturous inch, until he was seated all the way to the hilt with a strangled moan. Words failed Y/N as she felt the head of his cock pressing into the deepest and most intimate part of her, already leaving her aching in his wake.
Bucky dug his fingers into her flesh, pulling her back against him to sink into her even further. It was overwhelming, the way he filled every space within her, leaving her no room to even breathe. He was unlike any other partner she had ever had, and Y/N had the sick feeling she may never be satisfied with anyone else. She wrapped her fingers around the smooth metal of Bucky’s wrist, dragging his hand up to settle around her throat once more. The older man’s grip stayed loose where it rested against the skin of her neck as he let out a shallow breath.
“Don’t,” he panted. “Don’t do that. I don’t think I can be gentle with you if we start that.”
It was sick, so sick, the thrill that thrummed through her veins at the thought of Bucky, the Winter Soldier, stringing her out and using her body in that brutal way that only he could.
It was that same thrill (and slight mania) that sent her over the edge of insanity (and stupidity).
“Is that so?,” she gritted out with as much teasing in her voice as she could. She felt him tense behind her, deadly quiet and still as he waited for her to continue. “Or are you just worried you won’t have enough bite to match your bark?”
It was the wrong thing to say.
Bucky’s fingers tightened around her throat to the point of it being painful, her breathing slowing to almost a stand still. His hot breath ran across her ears as he leaned in to whisper, “I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of this.”
The pace he set was immediately brutal, leaving no time for her to adjust to the sheer size and force of him. The sharp curve of hip bones dug into her ass almost painfully with every thrust as he filled her to the hilt. Words failed her completely, nothing but wanton moans stuttering out between her ragged breathing. Normally, she’d have the sense to be embarrassed about her volume altogether, but this was not the same run-of-the-mill hookups she was used to. This was untamed and raw and torturous.
Another moan slipped between her rough-bitten lips, and then Bucky was slipping his grip up to her chin and cheeks to grab her face hard and turn her head painfully to meet his wild eyes.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, pushing her face away again before dropping his hand against the flesh of her bottom once again, leaving a sting in its wake.
His manhandling only made that pit in her stomach worse, and Y/N clenched her jaw to stifle the whimpers free flowing from her mouth. It only seemed to spur the soldier behind her even more.
His cock was dragging against her walls sinfully, and she wondered if she had ever felt this full before. Or if she’d ever feel this full again.
“You want everyone in this goddamn hotel to hear you?” Bucky ground out when yet another pathetic sound escaped her. He pulled his hips back just enough to slip out of her before yanking her up by the arm to roll her over onto her back. The intimacy of facing him as he dismantled her piece by piece was overwhelming, and Y/N nearly cowered away from the heat of his stare as it roved over exposed form, but Bucky was quickly slipping his cock back into her and she was keening once again.
Bucky’s hand reared back quickly, and Y/N braced herself for the slap to fall against her ass, but gasped when the strike landed across her cheek. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes at the burn, but the moan that tore from her throat betrayed her arousal at the impact.
The older man towering over her laughed, a full and mocking sound that made her want to simultaneously sink back and chase the cadence of it. His tone was nothing short of taunting when he sneered at her. “You’re getting off on this.”
Her cheeks burned again, this time from shame instead of smacking, and she pulled into herself just barely. It was humiliating to be this vulnerable in front of him, but the thrill of him seeing every dirty part of her and fueling all of it gave her a sick sort of satisfaction.
“You like when I get rough with you, pretty girl? You like it when I treat you like the whore you are?” he crooned, a gentle hand smoothing down her cheek as his thrusts picked up even more. That same hand gripped her cheeks hard enough to make her lips pucker, a smile pulling up at his lips as her pupils blew out. “My little whore. All mine.”
Mine.
Y/N whined, that knot tightening even further. “Please,” she gasped out for what felt like the hundredth time.
Bucky smirked. “Please, what? What is it, baby?”
Any other day, his teasing would’ve earned him a lashing from her, but she only found it more and more enticing now. “I need to cum,” she panted, on the verge of tears. “Please let me cum.”
She could see the effect her begging had on him, his eyes darkening considerably. “I don’t know-”
A choked sob broke from her chest, a single tear rolling down her cheek hotly. It was all too much, and she had the feeling she’d combust if he didn’t grant her relief. “Please,” she begged once again, more desperate now.
“Fuck,” Bucky gritted out between clenched teeth, eyes zeroing in on the path of the tear staining her cheek. “Cum for me, sweet girl.”
She could have wept as the wave of euphoria swept over her, pulling her under fast and hard and wracking through her body with an intensity she had never felt before. She clenched around Bucky’s shaft like a vice, and she felt him twitch before he was spilling into her with mutters of “all mine”. His thrusting continued as she rode out her high and even long after it had passed, making her whine at the sensitivity. He only pulled out when she weakly shoved at his shoulder, too overstimulated to take much more.
They were both panting as they stared at each other, and Y/N said a silent thank you to whoever could hear her that Bucky looked just as wrecked as she felt. He pulled away from her quicker than she would have liked and retreated to the bathroom. She heard the faucet turn and on and off before he reemerged with a wet rag. Her face flushed as he nudged her knees open and made to wipe at his seed dripping out of her before she stopped him with a hand to the wrist.
He leveled her with a look that made her toes curl, that same bit of dominance she had seen firsthand creeping into the expression. “I was just inside you, and now you’re trying to keep me from cleaning you up?” Y/N swallowed, still too embarrassed to let him take care of her like this. Bucky scoffed, and his voice turned stern. “Move your hand. Now.”
And even though they were done with whatever had just happened between them, Y/N found herself obeying the order. Her partner took care to clean her up gently before tossing the rag aside in the small pile of dirty linens they had accumulated. He slid into bed next to her, lifting the sheets slightly before pulling her into him with a strong, muscle chorded arm. Silence hung around them for a moment.
“Should we talk about this?” she whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would shatter the calm.
“No,” Bucky replied simply, sinking a stone in her heart before he continued. “You need to rest right now. Talking can wait until you’ve slept.”
It was a sweet sentiment, but Y/N didn’t want to leave things unchecked just because she needed rest (even if sleep was tugging at her eyelids heavily). “Are you sure? Maybe we should-”
“It wasn’t a suggestion, you’re going to sleep,” he insisted, pulling her in tighter and tempting her with his warmth.
She gave in with a playful huff, burrowing into his chest with a private smile. It felt natural, to be with him like this.
But Bucky Barnes always has to ruin her good mood.
“Who knew bossing you around was all it took to get you to shut up.”
She rolled her eyes, even as a laugh crept up her throat. “Don’t get used to it.”
Y/N felt the smile he buried in her hair as he pecked the crown of her head.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
note: i’m not aiming for accuracy, im aiming for a good time
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𝐑𝐞𝐝 | 18+
Summary: You work at a strip club and Bucky is a regular. Tonight he specifically asks for you in a private room. You never thought he'd love the color red on you so much.
Characters: Bucky x Fem!Reader
Warnings: A lot of smut, slight Dom!Bucky, praise kink, blowjob, handjob, teasing, edging
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈
A/N: This is my first time posting smut on here so pls forgive me if it's not the best.
It was a slow night. You considered not coming in but your co-worker Tiffany begged you to come in so the two of you could get drinks at the end of shift.
"It's the slowest night ever," Tiffany whines, throwing her head back and holding up the twenty dollars she had just counted. Her bottom lip popped out slightly and she pouted.
"You wanted to work tonight," you shrug, pulling your hair out of the ponytail it was just in. It falls down your shoulders and the curls sit nicely on your back.
"I forgot Thursdays are always bad." She gets up and puts the money in her bag. She shuffles to the lockers and kicks the bottom of hers, causing it to open. That makes you laugh as you fix your lipstick that had smudged from my stage routine earlier.
You stop to look at yourself in the mirror. The red lace lingerie bra you are wearing holds up your boobs amazingly. The matching thong makes it all come together. All of it is covered by a red sheer mini-dress. You push the bra up and fix the straps.
"Y/n you got the second private room," one of the new girls informs you. You give her a smile and nod, letting her know you acknowledged what she said. Her heels click against the floor as she walks away. You feel Tiffany's hand on your shoulder as she leans into you to fix her heel.
"You are about to get so much money," she giggles, the alcohol on her breath was more prominent now. She wasn't supposed to drink on the clock but she didn't care at all.
Once she takes her hand off you, you walk out the door and down the hall to the main floor. The new girls are surrounding the younger men in suits. They don't understand that the old guys are where the real money is. You smile to yourself and walk to the bar.
"Who do I have tonight?" you ask the bartender, and she smugly smiles at you.
"Your favorite broody regular," she jokes. You groan. The Winter Soldier. He always just sits there and watches the girls, never interacting with them or throwing money. You rub your head and prepare yourself for the hour-long dullness that will definitely be happening.
"Cheer up, at least he paid for the room," she tries to help but it just makes you not want to go anymore. If it was a regular that you disliked but actually got money from then you'd be happier to do this. But he just sits there and drinks while looking like he hates everything and everyone. You collect yourself and turn towards the room.
The worst that can happen is you sitting next to him for the next hour doing nothing.
The music is blasting in the rooms, You know your favorite song is on next so at least you have something to look forward to. You giggle to yourself and swing open the door. Your eyes meet with his, they are cold and unwelcoming like always.
"Hi, Mr. Barnes, what would you like tonight?" You ask, not knowing his preference since this is his first time straying from his usual routine and getting a room.
"Call me sir," He says, his voice lacking emotion. To you, he's just cold. You don't know how he feels when you walk into the room. How he feels watching you dance.
How much his heart is racing right now while he looks at you in that red mini-dress.
"Yes sir," You oblige, his lip twitches for just a split second, but you notice it. He sips his beer and clenches his jaw. His eyes glide down your body, every inch of it being burned into his brain. He wanted his hands to roam your body instead. Touching every part of your body.
The song you love finally comes on, you smile and he notices your sudden mood change. "I love this song!" you say to him. He nods, taking in the new information.
"Dance for me Doll," he tells you, his voice slightly changed. His eyes were now fixated on your face looking from your eyes to your lips. You start dancing, dragging your hand across various parts of your body.
Bucky re-adjusts his seat on the big couch. His hands fell over his crotch and covered it slightly. He can't keep his eyes off of you. He's been watching you since he started coming here.
It started as nothing but he soon started to come in regularly for you, of course you didn't know this. He tried so hard to keep cool when he would see you. You consumed his thoughts all the time. He hated it.
He doesn't like that you can so easily exhaust his thoughts when he imagines all the ways he can ruin you. Your hair falls in front of your chest. The same hair he thinks about pulling while he fucks you.
Bucky soon realizes his cock is starting to get hard underneath his jeans. The bulge is now very noticeable to you. You stop to stare for a moment. You've never seen him have any reaction to any of the girls dancing.
"Fuck," Bucky mutters under his breath. You lock eyes with him, and you now notice the lust in his. He's trying so hard to hold back but the way your dress has hiked up and your ass is in full view makes his cock throb even more.
"Sir?" You say, he groans in response. His eyes are closed now, hand over his bulge. You get on your knees and lean on his legs, your hands on his thighs.
"Do you need help with that?" His eyes open and he looks at you. You look at him with an innocent face. He knows what you are doing and he wants it so bad.
His hand reaches out and his thumb rubs your cheek. You smile up at him and he licks his bottom lip before pulling it in with his top teeth and letting it go.
"Fuck, I just can't control myself around you Doll," He admits. You are slightly surprised. The Winter Soldier can't control himself around you?
"Sir?"
"Yes, doll?"
"Let me help you," You say as you reach for the zipper on his jeans. You unzip it, your eyes still locked with his. You pull his boxers open and feel his cock in your hand. Your eyes finally leave him and widen at the sight of it. It's huge. He laughs at your expression and pulls your hair up into his vibranium arm's hand.
You run your thumb along his shaft, stopping at the tip and rubbing it with the pad of your thumb. He groans and pulls your hair. You smirk and do it again.
He pulls your hair again and directs your mouth to his tip. "Suck." That's all you need to hear before you push your head all the way down. Your throat tightens around his cock. He moans and throws his head back, gripping your hair tighter.
"You are doing so good," he breathes out. Your hands grip onto his thighs as you gag on his dick. His legs are slightly shaking already.
"Going to cum already?" You tease him. He looks down at you, pulling your hair back and leaning his face inches away from yours.
"I've been watching you all night. If I had my way, I'd fuck you right here right now," He whispers to you. This makes you blush, you are already so wet and this makes it worse. Your stomach is doing flips.
"So why don't you?" he smiles and caresses your face with his other hand.
"Because you're too pretty to fuck here. I'd rather take you back to my place where we can have some real fun. I can show you how I have sex." His lips are just inches away from yours. You can feel his breath graze them.
You can't take it anymore, your lips crash into him and he pulls you closer. He bites your bottom lip, licking right over it after. You moan into the kiss causing him to move his vibranium hand to the bottom of your dress, pulling it up.
He breaks the kiss, pulling the dress over your head. "Take those panties off and touch yourself," he leans back, disregarding your dress somewhere on the floor.
"Yes sir," You get up and sit on the table in front of him, slowly pulling your panties off. Unlike the dress, it's thrown at him and he happily takes it.
Your hands glide down from your chest to your stomach and finally to your clit. He wraps his hand around his cock, watching you with an intense lust in his eyes.
You feel the excitement, you have never done this before. Yes, you masturbated in private, but in front of someone is way different. The familiar feeling of pleasure courses through you as your fingers rub your clit in a circular motion.
Bucky's hand is mimicking your actions from earlier. Moving up and down his shaft. He moans and closes his eyes but doesn't stay like that for long. He can't look away from you. You are a gorgeous sight.
Your moans only make him go faster, which in return makes you go faster. The music in the rooms muffles the sounds you both make, so no one knows what you two are doing.
"Shit, I'm so close," Bucky whispers. You whine when he pulls your hand away and kisses you. The pleasure you were having was something you were now craving. You wanted to touch yourself so badly.
"Be a good girl and don't touch yourself." You listen to Bucky. Even though you are beyond horny. He continues to touch himself, wrapping the panties around his cock.
You whine and grind against his leg for some friction. If you can't touch yourself then you can use him too. He chuckles at your actions. Smirking at how needy you now are.
"Fuck!" He moans out, finally releasing the cum he was holding in. You are too focused on your grinding to realize what just happened, so Bucky helps with that by pulling you off him and back onto the floor.
"Why did you do that?" You squirm. He pulls your hair back again and kisses you, this time more softly.
"Because you are not allowed to cum till I say so," His thumb caresses your cheek again, you lean into his touch but he pulls away. The panties he came on are in his hands. He looks at them then back at you.
"Wear them." He tosses them into your hands. You pull them on and look back at him, expecting more orders. He stands up and zips his jeans, this causes you to stand up too.
His hands reach down, grabbing a handful of your ass before smaking it hard. "God, I love the color red."
You lean in for a kiss, which he gives you. "Can I meet you after my shift?" You ask, a little desperate but it doesn't bother you now.
"I'll be waiting for you on my bike, wear a little more clothes," He teases before walking out of the room
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Trespassing
Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader
Whilst getting lost, you accidentally trespass into a mafia’s mansion and find yourself being punished by the leader himself
Warnings: Dominance, Submission, Smut, BDSM, Spanking Fingering, Bondage, NSFW
The sun was blazing and there was a cool wind in the air. The daisies were now fully bloomed, and it was a perfect summer day. The grass was a healthy shade of green, neatly cut, and soft to the touch. You had decided to take a long walk to a quiet area, away from the busy roads and noise of New York City. You couldn’t think with all the noise and your exams were starting soon. If you were going to get into Law school, you needed to do all the revision you could and not waste a single moment which prompted you to take a long hike to a quiet patch of grass and sit in the sun and study.
Time flew by as you happily made notes from your textbook, highlighting words in fun pastel colours and outline with gel pens. You were pleased with the aesthetic of your notes, and it made the thought of revising a little more fun. It had been at least five hours since you arrived at the quiet spot and your stomach was starting to rumble from hunger, so you decided to head back. Hitching up your bag, you started your way back home.
However, getting back home wasn’t as easy as you thought. you could have sworn you were going the right way but as you took every step, the road never ending and no sight of civilisation or traffic, you were starting to doubt yourself. You could turn back and walk the other way but what if you were going the right way in the first place. So much for wandering far from home.
“Shit” you whispered to yourself, standing in the middle of nowhere, no clue what to do. The logical thing to do would be to get a map up on your phone but of course there was no signal. You held your phone high in the sky, searching for one little bar and some hope that you would be able to find your way home. But it wasn’t looking like your lucky day. The sun was getting hotter by the minute, and you had run out of water. Taking a hunch, you carried on the way you were going, praying that when you passed this corner, you’d see a car or two and be on your way back home.
But nothing, just endless road, and grass. Your feet were starting to ache, and sweat was dripping down your face. Until something caught your eye, and you stopped mid step. A gate. It was huge and placed between two long lines of bushes. You dragged yourself over and relief hit you as you saw the huge mansion behind the black gates. You must have been going the wrong way because you didn’t notice this house on the way here. But at least there would be someone here to help you get home or make a phone call for a taxi. The only thing was how to get to the front door.
The gates were thick and tall, with sharp spikes at the top. To the side was a small control panel with numbers and it was clear you needed a code to get in. You weren’t sure if you should fiddle with the buttons but upon tapping a few and a loud buzz, it proved that this wasn’t going to be the way to get in. Standing back, you sighed as you realised what you might have to succumb to. The bushes were large and the bristles thick, but it looked like you might be able to squeeze past. It was the only way. Normally you weren’t so for breaking and entering, in fact the idea would never even come across your mind. You were a good girl, never breaking the law and ordinarily you would stand here and wait. But time was of the essence, and you didn’t have long before you would pass out from the heat or realise no one was home.
Slipping through the side of the bush where it met the gate, you pushed yourself through, the branches scratching your arms and snagging on your dress. You realised there was a thick wooden fence running through the middle of the bushes which you had to jump over. hitching one foot up on the top of the fence, you gave yourself a push and a boost to jump over but resulted in falling, cutting your leg, and falling to the ground. But you were over.
“Ahhh” you hissed as your hands landed in the ground, scratched, and burned, your dress with grass stains and mud. But you were over. Pushing yourself off the ground, you made head way on to the front of the mansion. The place was massive. There was a long driveway leading up to the front with a huge garage holding at least five cars. The mansion was white with sleek doors and windows and stone. There was a fountain in the middle, water trickling down into a huge bowl made of ceramic. The grass was perfectly cut and there were no weeds. This place must have cost a bomb.
“Hey!”.
You were halfway there when a sharp voice made you jump, turning with wide eyes. A tall man dressed in a blue suit, dark brown hair and a beard came storming over. A cigarette was between his fingers, and he flicked it to the ground. He was walking so fast you didn’t have time to react as he tackled you to the ground, falling on top. You gasped from the shock of his huge body pinning you down, long legs straddling you, your arms only free to move. He was heavy and the strong scent of cologne and cigarettes hit your nose.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he questioned, glaring down at you and you stammered for a response.
“I-I…” you could barely speak from fear but that wasn’t scared you. A sharp snatch of his handgun from his pocket made you freeze, holding your hands in defence as he pointed it at you. Your stomach was shaking with fear and hands shivering with shock.
“You’ve got five seconds to tell me why your trespassing” he ordered, and you gulped, shaking your head, lips quivering.
“I-I wasn’t… I got lost an- “the man narrowed his eyes at you, pointing the gun closer.
“Don’t bullshit me girl… are you a cop?” he shoved his gun closer, and you tensed, shaking your head no.
“No, no, no I’m not a cop, I promise, I just got lost and need help home” you begged but it didn’t look like he was convinced.
“Oh really, you know the boss really doesn’t like trespassers” the man gave an evil smile, his gun just inches from your face.
“The Boss?” you squeaked. Whoever this man was and whoever the man ‘the boss’ was, they weren’t to be messed with. How could it be you stumbled upon a residency where they weren’t fond of trespassers and okay, maybe it looked like you were, but you meant no harm.
“Alright that’s it, you’re coming with me” he yanked the front of your dress, pulling you from the ground and dragged you towards the mansion, stumbling with every step.
……….
How you ended up in this situation you didn’t know. It was obvious you stumbled upon some gangster, mafia, hooligan, whatever you wanted to call it household and now you were in deep shit. Your heart was racing, and stomach filled with butterflies of nerves. You hadn’t been this scared since you needed your vaccination. If only you had gone the right way home, you’d be back in your safe, warm bed. But instead, you were here.
The room was dark, not pitch black that you couldn’t see but eerie. The floor was wooden, with cracks and holes, the walls dark and the lights above dimmed. It looked more like a dungeon of some sorts looking at the walls. Chains hung in long lengths, each one hanging on its own hook followed by belts, leather straps, cuffs, and rope. Next to that a wall of implements looking rather scary. Long whips, long sticks, paddles, handles with long leather strands. You had no idea what any of those did and you didn’t want to know. There was a chest of old draws as well most likely holding other torturous equipment.
As for you, you had nowhere to go. Currently being tied up. You were stood in the middle of the room, naked, your clothes discarded in a small pile to the side. The man that took you in held you at gun point whilst he ordered you to take your clothes off. You did so without hesitation out of fear of getting hurt. Once you were bare, he bound you tightly and left you here in silence. There was a metal collar wrapped around your neck, tight but enough room to swallow and breath. From the collar, a chain ran down the centre of your body, leading to a metal belt around your hips. Each wrist was cuffed with a leather cuff, locked to the belt with little to no room to wiggle them. from there, a long piece of chain ran down the middle of your legs, cuffs around your thighs, knees and ankles all attached to the one chain and finally chained to the floor. There was a chain holding you up to the ceiling, keeping you in place and preventing you from falling over.
Never, ever in your life had you ever been tied up like this, a vulnerable girl on show for the next person to walk in and see. Like you said before, you were a good girl, innocent, sweet and kind, a nerd. Someone who spent their time studying, doing good deeds. You weren’t religious but you might as well be. Never did you sin. But today was a different story.
The man who reeked of cigarettes and cologne had left you about fifteen minutes although it felt like hours and the only thing you could hear was the rattles of chains and your heavy breaths shaking from your lungs. You scanned the room constantly, trying to look behind you to the door but there was no leeway. It was all a waiting game.
Suddenly the door opened, a loud creak and you froze, the chains ceasing their rattles. The door shut with a firm push and the sound of heavy evenly paced footsteps sounded behind you. Your eyes went wide, cheeks flushing with the thought of a stranger walking in to see you naked and tied. You thought best to not struggle and scream for help. They could have a gun too. A strong scent of cologne hit your nose and it was intoxicating as the body came nearer to you. You took a shaky breath in, swallowing hard and the person came into view as he stepped in front of you. You looked with wide eyes up at him, biting you lower lip nervously.
He was tall, at least six feet. His cologne was sharp and rich. He had longish dark hair, unlike the man before, a few strands dropping in front of his face. His jawline was snatched underneath a beard. His eyes were dark like the ocean, gazing at you intensely. He wore a suit of fine black, a cotton turtleneck underneath a double-breasted jacket with matching tight slacks and polished dress shoes. He was a thing of beauty, his chiselled jaw line clenching as he sucked in his cheeks, eyes wandering all over you. You didn’t speak nor move, and he stopped in front of you, staring.
The first noise you made was a sort of squeak as the silence was beating down on you. A slight rattle of the chains had you tugging at them from his intimidating stare.
“Well, I didn’t expect to come home to this but here we are” he spoke, his voice like liquid gold, smooth and luxurious. He must be the boss, the one the other man was talking about.
He took a step around you, his eyes inspecting every inch of your body, humming softly as he circled you like a vulture on its prey.
“Perhaps you want to explain to me why you were trespassing on my property?” he asked, his voice a little demanding as he appeared back in front, and you swallowed.
“I-I wasn’t… well I mean I didn’t mean to. You see I was studying and I decided to go somewhere quiet and I found this nice spot but then I couldn’t remember the way home and my cell was working and I ran out of water and then I found this place so I thought I could ask for help but then I couldn’t get in so I jumped the gate but then a man jumped on me and thought I was a cop and… now I’m here” you rambled on like a nervous wreck explaining every part of your story whilst the man stood and listened, his eyes narrowing.
“You came out in the middle of nowhere to studying?” he questioned, raising a brow. It seemed silly the way he was saying it… and maybe upon realising it was.
“Well, I wanted a quiet place to do my notes, the city can be so distracting sometimes” you murmured, and the man gave a light chuckle. He glanced over to the pile of clothes where your bag was also situated. He padded over to it, opening it up and pulling out your textbook, trailing back over to you.
“You want to go into law” he asked, glancing to you sideways whilst he opened the book.
“Yeah, I want to be a lawyer, I have so many exams and so little time to study an- “a slam of the book cut you off and made you jump, watching as he threw the book to the side, letting it clatter and he didn’t even flinch. You were rambling too much, a nervous habit you picked up.
“What else is in that bag of yours?” he smirked, opening the bag up further and digged around. He pulled out your cell phone, flipping it open. Of course, you owed a flip phone. Those newer models were way to fancy for you.
“Oh, who’s Peter, is he your boyfriend?” he smirked, opening up a text from him. You blushed heavily, despite Peter only being a friend of yours but the man was so intimidating, he could say anything and make you heat up.
“Oh, no he’s not my boyfriend, he’s a friend who happens to be a boy but there’s nothing there between us and probably won’t be” you started to ramble on again, nerves getting the better of you as the man circled you, scrolling through your phone before coming back in front of you, sighing heavily.
“He likes this other girl cal-mmm” the man grabbed your lips, squeezing them together to silence you and towered over you, his cologne getting stronger as he leaned close.
“Shut. Up” he ordered.
“Okay” you managed to squeak out, staring up at him and he smiled, releasing your cheeks.
“What’s your name?” he asked, stepping back slightly. You told him your name, staring up at him, hands clenching in the cuffs and legs shaking a little.
“So, you don’t have a boyfriend” he said, and you shook your head no.
“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” he asked, and you shook your head no again. You hadn’t had a relationship at all… and you were still a virgin.
“So, all of this is… untouched” he waved to your body, and you gulped, not nodding your head by the answer was clear. A greedy smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes slightly tightening.
“What are you going to do with me?” you asked scared, and the man took a deep breath, as if he was thinking for a moment before he stepped closer, causing you to lift your head up to look at him as he towered over you.
“I’m going to punish you for trespassing on my property” he grinned.
“But I didn’t” you pleaded, and he raised a brow.
“Really… did you forget the part that you told me about jumping my gate and wondering into my garden. I’m sure Steve told you, but I don’t like trespassers” Steve, that was his name. It was nice to put a name to the face.
“Uh huh” you nodded.
“I mean I could call the cops, have them arrest you, charged for trespassing and I’m sure that wouldn’t look good on your application for law school”.
No, anything but that. you had worked so hard to get where you were, a silly little thing like this could blow it all up.
“No, please… I’ll do what you want” you begged, and he chuckled.
“Good girl” he truly was an evil man. He brushed his body against you as he stood behind you, his hands starting to touch you. They were warm and his skin was smooth except for the cold rings adorning his hands. One on his pinkie on the left and one on his thumb on the right. His nose trailed over your shoulder, dragging up your neck to your ear.
“Wh-what’s your name?” you dared to ask, wondering who the man torturing you was. He grinned softly behind you, whispering into your ear.
“It’s James… but you can call me Sir”.
“Have you ever been tied up like this” he whispered, his hands slightly distracting you as they felt every inch and curve of your body. You shuddered at the tingle that went through your body, a warm feeling in between your thighs.
“No” you whispered, and he smirked.
“Have you ever been spanked before” he asked, and you gulped.
“No” you squeaked and a sharp slap to your ass came quickly, causing you to jolt and yelp.
“No what” he ordered softly, and you bit you lip, your mind completely elsewhere.
“No, I haven’t?” you said with no confidence, and he grabbed your ass tightly in his hand.
“No Sir” he corrected.
“You know only bad girls get spanked. I’m sure you’re a good girl most of the time, aren’t you?” he teased, his hand slowly rubbing the sore spot he had just spanked.
“Yes, I am… Sir” you remembered quickly to answer with Sir.
“But today you decided to be a bad girl, didn’t you?” you gulped, blushing bright red.
“Ummm” you weren’t sure how to answer.
“Yes, you did” he answered for you before spanking you hard. you lurched forward, losing your balance a little, the chains rattling hard, but you gathered yourself again. His hand spanked you hard again, his fingers gripping the underside of your ass. You groaned, your ass starting to sting. Another spank came, harder and you whimpered, tugging at the cuffs. James laughed softly under his breath, his nose tickling the back of your ear, lips trailing his neck and he pressed a soft kiss to a sensitive spot. You couldn’t help the moan escape, a noise you had never made.
“You like this don’t you, you like me hurting you” he teased, and you shook your head.
“No” you whispered.
“Your pussy says different” he answered, a hand creeping between your thighs and his fingers glided over your wet pussy, gathering the dripping juices. You gasped at his tender touch, having never had a pair of fingers down there before.
“This little virgin pussy is dripping for me” he placed his head on your shoulder, staring down your body as his hand began to rub small circles along your clit, sending shocks through your body.
“Oh… Sir” you whimpered, crumbling in your ties and under his touch. He spanked you again, leaving your ass bright red and marked.
“Look at you, just crumbling under my touched. You are really innocent aren’t you” he smiled, and you gulped. His beard scratched your delicate skin, rubbing across as he pressed a kiss to your neck, biting the sensitive area and sucking hard. You yanked at the chains as he sucked harder, pulling the skin and letting it pop, leaving a bright purple mark. Never had you felt like this before, all these feelings and tingles and shocks and pain and pleasure mixing all into one overload of sensations. James spanked you some more, your ass turning numb from the impact, leaving fingerprint marks across your skin, a mark of his work.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl and not trespass again?” he asked, his hand dipping back onto your pussy, fingers slipping through the flaps and reaching your clit, rolling small circles that made you tighten at how good it felt.
“Yes Sir” you breathed, eyes shut and legs shaking. There was a growing sensation over your pussy, heating up and getting more pleasurable as he rubbed.
“Oh god” you whined, wondering what that sensation was leading to. James continued rubbing, his fingers moving faster until you reached a climax, slipping over the edge pulsing with pleasure, juices running down his fingers. Your body turned hot and sweaty, eyes rolling to the back of your head and hands tightening in the cuffs. It was a high you’d never felt before and it was insane. James chuckled as he slowed his pace, pressing a kiss to your skin.
“You just had your first orgasm baby” he whispered, and you gasped, eyes shooting open, and he chuckled, giving your ass a slap. The slap felt like nothing since your ass was so numb. Your first orgasm. You always thought you’d have your first with the love of your life or your first boyfriend and yet it was taken by this handsome dominant man. And yet, you weren’t mad. More confused and couldn’t quite comprehend it all.
“Come on, I’ll take you home” he said as you caught your breath, calming down from your intense climax.
You sat in the seat next to James, legs clenched together as your pussy soaked your panties. What just happened. Anyone would have screamed and begged to be let go, cried whilst they were spanked and tortured like that, especially as she had never been touched before. Yet, she had enjoyed it, every moment. Why, she didn’t know, and she wouldn’t be able to think clearly until she wasn’t next to the intimidating dominant man driving the car. His car was sleek and fancy, leather seats and high-tech interior. He drove with one hand, the other lazily resting on the rest in the middle of them. You watched nervously as you entered the city, pulling up to your place. You lived in an apartment on your own, moving in when you moved up town to Brooklyn for law school. You decided to take a year’s gap to earn as much money as you could before going to law school.
James stopped the car gently, turning off the ignition before turning to look at you.
“I want you to meet me here tomorrow” he said. it wasn’t a question; it was an order.
“Wh-what for?” you asked, fiddling with your bag on your lap.
“Because I’m not done with you yet” he smirked, and a tingle shot through your body. You bit your lip and nodded slowly.
“O-okay” you answered, and he smiled. James leant over and you sucked in breath before realising he was opening the door for you.
“Now get out” he ordered, and you scrambled out.
“Um… thanks for the lift” you said politely. You couldn’t help not saying thank you, that’s just who you were. He smirked and gave a light laugh through his nose before pulling away, the engine roaring. You raced into your apartment, throwing your bag on the floor, and dumping your body on the couch.
What the fuck just happened.
Part 2
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📖"Temporary Custody" Series Page
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky
Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange
Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.
Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, childhood trauma, and alcohol abuse (basically, the ofc's a hot mess).
Ch 1 Lemon cream tart
Ch 2 Hazelnut ganache tart
Ch 3 Cream filled sponge cakes
Ch 4 Cake doughnuts
Ch 5 Jiggly soufflé cake
Ch 6 Somethin' with bananas
Ch 7 Strawberry cream puffs
Ch 8 Banana-dulce cheesecake
Ch 9 Honey-mascarpone crêpes
Ch 10 S'mores
Ch 11 Palmiers
Ch 12 BabyCakes
Steve and Bucky sexuality profiles
April Fool's Ch 11 "farewell cheesecake"
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Movie night
Summary: You and Bucky are staying at the tower and it’s movie night!!
word count: 1,893
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. unprotected sex, fingering (F receiving ) Dom Bucky,
A/N: Feedback is always welcome. I do not give permission to copy, steal or translate my fic. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy
It was movie night in the tower, and you and Bucky decided to stay over as he was preparing for a mission with Steve/ It was a few days away and Bucky always wants you to stay over at the tower so that you are safe and sound. You didn't mind because your anxiety goes crazy when you're alone. Packing a few things and went to the room that you and Bucky share, there was a knock on your door. It was Sam "Hey! we have movie night tonight at around 9. You're both invited"
"Thanks, Sam, we will see you then" You smile.
"We don't have to sweetheart, I wanna spend all my time with you" Walking over to Bucky and wrapping your arms around his neck kissing him softly. "It's just a movie Bucky, it will be fun"
"I know sweetheart. I just want you all to myself till I have to leave"
"We can watch a movie and still spend time together baby, it will be fun"
He smiles and nods at you, kissing your lips softly. His hands sneaked around your waist and down to your ass, gently squeezing. You moan softly against his lips. There's another knock at the door "Whoops, sorry guys, Y/N would you mind helping me with dinner?"
"Sure Nat, I'll be right down" You smile as she closes the door. "Do you have to help her? I need help with something" He smirks as he pushes you against the bulge in his pants. "Hmm, seems you need a cold shower soldier. I'll see you downstairs" Kissing his lips and left the room heading down to help with dinner.
You let everyone know that dinner is ready and to come get it while it's hot. Taking your seat at the table, you see Bucky "I've got yours here baby"
"Thanks, doll" He bends down to kiss your cheek. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear "You're gonna be sorry for that baby girl" He whispers and takes his seat. It sends chills all over your body, and goosebumps all over your arms. He rests his hand on your thigh and gently squeezes. What will be in store for you later? You were biting your lip thinking about it. "Hello? earth to Y/N?"
"Huh?"
"Can you pass the wine?"
"Yeah sorry Sam"
"She's got a lot on her mind," Bucky says and smiles at you
You all have a good talk and laugh while eating. Poking fun at each other. "Okay, time to clean up, and then movie time!" Steve shouts with his arms in the air. "So you're cleaning up Steve? Great!" Sam laughs. "It's okay Steve, I'll help you," you say and start to pick up some of the plates. "I'll wash you dry them, Steve?" "Sure". You both head into the kitchen and start the cleaning. Steve heads out to go wash the table down and Bucky comes up behind you wrapping his arm around your waist. "When you're done here come up to the room"
"Bucky they will be starting the movie, we can't"
"No, it will just be a minute I promise"
"Okay, as soon as I'm done here I'll be up. But no funny business Mr.!"
He chuckles as he leaves the kitchen. You and Steve finish up putting everything away "Good job soldier!" You pat him on the back "You coming to watch the movie?" "Yep, just have to get something upstairs and I'll be back down" Turning to leave the kitchen and head upstairs to your room. When you open the door, Bucky is sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiles when he sees you come in the door."You okay Bucky?"
"Yeah baby girl, come here" He stretches his hand out to you and you walk forward taking his hand in yours as you sit in his lap. "What's all this?" "Oh I just thought I'd get some things ready for you before the movie," He says softly against your neck. Looking at what's on the bed you see a long shirt, a bralette top, and your favorite stuffed animal that Bucky gave you on the first date you had. "Come on baby, we don't wanna be late"
Getting up off his lap, you start to undress, Bucky helping you with your bralette so there are no twists in it then you put the long shirt on. It rests in the middle of your thighs. He hands you your teddy and you wrap your arms around it and look at him "Ready?"
"Almost sweetheart" He kneels down and hooks his fingers in your panties and pulls them down "Bucky!"
"Shh, you don't want a red bottom before we go down do you?"
"N-no sir"
"Good girl, now step out of your panties"
Doing as your told and waiting for Bucky. He grabs a blanket and takes your hand leading you to the door "But Bucky, my panties"
"You're not going to need them sugar. Now, are you going to be my good girl and not make a sound during the movie?" You nod looking up at him "Use your words baby"
"Yes sir, I won't make a sound"
"Good girl, now come on! Let's get going before we miss the start" He takes your hand leading you down to the living room where everyone is waiting. Nat had gotten all the snacks sorted out and a huge bowl of popcorn. You stand behind one of the empty couches, feeling very shy about how you don't have any panties on under your shirt. You feel like they already know. Bucky lays on the couch pulling the blanket over himself "Come on baby girl, lay here with me" Quickly moving from behind the couch and covering yourself with the blanket. He wraps his arms around you and you both get comfortable. Everyone is enjoying the movie and you are nice and relaxed laying with Bucky and your stuffed animal. Feeling Bucky's hand move down your side and rest on your hip. You feel his nose nudge against your ear and he whispers "Don't make a sound"
Your breath hitches in your throat and your heart begins to race.
His hand moves down your thigh lifting the shirt. His hand sneaks over your hip and down between your legs. You can feel your cheeks grow red as his hand keeps moving, his lips on your ear and neck. He pulls your leg back over his thigh so you are fully exposed but only to him. The rest are all focused on the movie. His hand now sneaks back up your thigh and covers your pussy. "Bucky, not here" you whisper "Are you denying me again? Shh, if you stay quiet they won't know a thing sweetheart" He starts rubbing slow circles on your clit making you close your eyes. "Eyes open baby, don't want them to think you're asleep" Your eyes shoot open, trying to watch the movie but his fingers are moving down more and he's pushing two fingers inside as he hums against your ear, his fingers slipping deeper inside. "Bucky, please, I promise I won't deny you anymore...F-fuck!"
His fingers hit your sweet spot "You want me to stop? Now? There we go, no stopping now baby. You're gonna cum all over my fingers but you're not gonna make a sound"
You nod and bring your stuffed animal to your mouth in case a moan slips out. As your orgasm starts to build, you lay your head back on Bucky's shoulder. He knows that you are close, he can feel your pussy squeezing his fingers. You cum on his fingers, burying your face into your teddy to stop any noise from coming from your mouth. Bucky is right in your ear saying that you've been such a good girl. But honestly, you can't hear anything as your orgasm was still washing over you. After a few moments had passed, you turn your head to Bucky and smile "Good girl baby, you were very good and didn't make a sound. How about we go to bed and I can show you a real good time" "Okay Daddy, but wait a few minutes, I don't think I can walk just yet" He just smiles and kisses you as he moves from behind you. "Guys, I'm gonna bring Y/N up to bed, she's feeling pretty tired"
The others say okay and say their good nights to both of you. Bucky makes sure the blanket is around you before picking you up and carrying you upstairs. He kicks the door closed and lays you on the bed, throwing the blanket to the bottom of the bed.
Feeling him spreading your legs apart and his tongue lapping at your sweet pussy, your hands automatically run through his hair as your body jerks still feeling the effects of your orgasm. His moans send vibrations through your body as he sucks on your clit "Please Daddy, I need your cock I can't wait any longer"/ He just looks up at you while he takes his time. Feeling yourself reaching your climax again, you move your hips against his mouth. You cum all over his tongue with a loud moan as your body starts to jerk again. Your vision comes back to you moments later as you feel bucky kissing up your body. As you were enjoying your high, Bucky had undressed and he was finally going to give you what you asked for. He runs his thumb across your bottom lip and kisses you softly.
His hand reaches down and strokes his cock before he runs it through your folds. "Pleased baby" You whisper. "I've been your good girl, right? Please can I have your cock now?" He smiles.
"Say that last part again for me sweet girl"
"Please, can I have your- OH!" He slowly slides in filling you up with his cock. He can feel your pussy squeezing him. He positions himself on his elbows, looking into your eyes. "You have my cock now baby, do you want more?"
You nod at him. "Words baby girl"
"I- I want you to fuck me. Hard" He smiles kissing your lips as he slowly pulls out then slams back in making you bounce up and your breath hitch in your throat. He brings one of your legs up resting on his shoulder hitting a new spot inside you. You grab his face kissing him as he keeps his brutal pace on your pussy. You can't help moaning loudly the pleasure was sending your body into overdrive. You were shaking, sweating, and a moaning mess but you didn't want it to end.
"B- Bucky! Oh, fuck please I'm gonna cum! Daddy please!!"
You cum all over his cock with your cry. Your pussy clenching around him making him moan into your neck as he spills his seed inside you. Wrapping your arms around him as you both come down. Pushing the hair back off his face and kissing him. "I'm really gonna miss you while I'm on this mission"
"I'm gonna miss you too baby, please come home safe and sound to me". You both lay facing each other, you don't speak much. You just look at each other exchanging small smiles and giggles till you both fall asleep
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My Favorite Pose
ComPOUND Round 3 [Bucky x Fem Reader]
Minors DNI 🔞
Summary: First morning of your week alone in the compound with Bucky. He adds himself to your morning routine. ;) Established relationship. If you’ve been following the plot PLEASE STOP but your powers and vaguely why you stayed behind are revealed.
Warnings ⚠️: smut af, bondage, a lil rough but not too much, oral (m and f), praise kink, p in v, unprotected
WC: 1.7k??
It’s 5:30 AM and there are little to no off days even for low key weeks like this. I get up and walk to get the specially designed breakfast that F.R.I.D.A.Y. planned for me. If there is one thing I miss about my past life it was a big flavorful breakfast… well and my family not being the reason the rest of the Avengers are trying to save a population of innocent people.
Surprise! I’ve got daddy issues. That’s my whole conflict of interest that kept me from the mission. I can’t do it. I told them not to tell me who did it if they are gone by the end of it. No matter how much I’ve been burned by them I’ll still hesitate.
I take my last bite and walk to the training center. I try to quiet my mind with some yoga before I get into the intense workouts. As I move into downward dog, I feel Bucky’s two hands pull my ass to his crotch. He gives it a light squeeze that still hurts because of the marks he left on it last night.
“Downward Dog - my favorite pose. What are you doing up so early Angel?”
“You know that pet name can only stretch so far,” I stand up. He throws his hands up with a cocky grin.
“Sorry, it’s just so fitting. I haven’t seen them in a while. It’s kind of hot when you pop them out. You should give me a quick show,” he says with that grin somehow getting smugger. The lack of sleep I got last night really motivated me to remind him what got me here in the first place.
“Careful what you wish for.”
In less than a second I sprout my wings then clap them hard in front of me which sends him flying across the room. I retract them back in an instant. He gets up laughing and clapping.
“Woo! That is what I’m talking about angel! I would ask to see the other stuff but we don’t want to set the building on fire do we?”
I can’t control myself when my other powers ignite - literally ignite. While he playfully annoys me, I don’t think I could ever release that hell fire. My powers are not “biblical” but they sure are other worldly.
“I need to get back to it. There’s food in the fridge. Just don’t touch my meal prep,” I hate that sentence just left my mouth.
“I don’t want your meal prep,” he walks behind me with our bodies facing the mirrors and his hands snaking up and down my body. “I want you. If you wanna get some training in I can show you somethings,” he says into my ear while tucking my hair back. So unfair.
“I don’t have-“
“You see this?”, he picks up my yoga strap. Out of nowhere he runs in front of me to kick the back of my legs. We both fall to the floor. He has me pinned down and starts tying the strap around my wrists.
“This is called a constrictor knot. In the event you have a disobedient girl giving you attitude, this knot comes in real handy,” he pushes his hand up my shirt to grab my breast. He moves it back down into my leggings and starts rubbing.
“Fuck. I could do whatever I want to do to you right now. You’re so wet. I cannot wait to get my cock inside you.”
I feel his fingers slip in and out. I let out a whimper. The sounds of my wet cunt make him growl. With a loud grunt he rips my leggings off. His fingers are back inside me and moving with fury. His eyes are hungry and he plants his head between my thighs with force.
As his tongue moves around my clit, I let out some “Ah! Ah! AH!”s. I start thrashing my body from the pleasure. He takes his vibranium arm to hold my hips down making me immobile.
“Whatever I want to do to you. Don’t make me repeat myself again. Now what do we say?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.”
He sits up to free himself from his shorts. I am towered over with his cock in my face.
“Get to work doll. Let’s practice some breathing exercises for your training today.”
He puts his cock in my mouth and I start to move my head up and down. His length hits the back of my throat and I cough choking on it.
“Such a good girl for me trying so hard. Now you’re getting that pussy filled.”
He pulls on the strap to lift me up for a sloppy kiss with my taste still on his tongue. He drops me to the floor again to pin me under him. In no time his cock is thrusting into me with a speed so fast it shakes my body back and forth.
“I’m really making you mine this week. I’m gonna fuck you in every room I can. Get ready to drop whatever you’re doing for me whenever I want.”
I need this honestly. Losing my body to him feels more comfortable than I ever thought it would. My helplessness to his pounding excites me with both safety knowing he’s the one doing it and anticipation for what he might pull next.
He pulls the strap up so that I mesh into a seated position with him. He pumps into me with an unmatched passionate kiss. His free hand runs through my hair and gives it a pull in the back. He releases a heavy breath and moan. I’m squealing as he hits my g spot and my clit rubs against his body.
“Fuck Bucky! You’re killing me!”
“Good thing we know you’ll go to heaven then.”
He turns me onto my stomach so that I’m facing the mirrors. I arch up my ass anticipating his next move. I grip onto the strap preparing to take him. He kneels behind me and picks my head up.
“Look at you catching on. Now watch yourself get fucked.”
He slams his cock back inside me and thrusts with power. My high pitched screams are music to his ears. He grabs my ass and slaps it back and forth a few times.
“I thought I was being your good girl?”, I tease.
“Don’t act like you don’t get pleasure from my punishments. You might be my good girl right now but doesn’t mean I won’t give you a reminder of what’s in store for bad girls.”
“Not fair,” I laugh. Wrong choice.
He flips me over swiftly. He pulls tight on the strap to put the end in front of my face. His grip tenses around it.
“You remember this? I decide what’s fair and what’s not. You’re all tied up Angel. You take what you get and believe me you’re gonna get it.”
He throws my arms down then smacks the side of my ass with his vibranium hand. There is pleasure in his punishments. His movements are the hardest and fastest I’ve felt from him since our first time.
“I’m getting close to giving you my next load. I’ve loved filling you up with all my cum and watching it drip out you. Shows you’re all mine. No one else gets this pussy but me.”
My body tingles at his words. I give him an affirming mhm. He grabs my face.
“I wanna hear you say it ‘Bucky this pussy is yours’ if you want this load. Sing me that beautiful song Angel and it’s all yours.”
“Bucky…,” he hits the spot again which throws me off track.
“Bucky this…,” he cues for the rest of what he wants to hear. He lifts my hips up and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I scrunch my face then open my eyes wide as I feel my own cum.
“It’s yours! It’s yours! I promise it’s all yours!”
Mmmmh! I feel his huge burst of cum in me. He pulls out and it was definitely the biggest load of all the rounds so far. My hands are set free with some mild brush burns. He grabs my hands and gives them each light kisses.
“I’ll be more careful next time bunny. You just get me too hot,” he groans. I get a kiss loaded with tongue.
What a wonderful first morning with him back!
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More Stucky NSFW arts for FlameCon 2023!! (Table PR.01)
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A random au where bucky is a car mechanic who is fixing his single sexy next neighbor, reader's car. She was wearing slightly revealing clothes to want to get banged by bucky. Luckily it work!!!
The Piper: paid
A/N: Soooooooo fucking sorry about the time in between my last post my wonderful people. Doing my absolute best to make lemonade outta the lemons life keeps whippin at the back of my damn head. Anyway, next story will also be a request as I have so many to get done. Probs won't be doing any thing else till I get those done. Anyway.. On to the fic! Enjoy!
"Dammit!"
Bucky's frustrated outburst, along with something metal clattering against his garage floor is audible as I walk up his long, wide, driveway. Listening to him grumble aggressively about "a piece of shit black lil mercedes" makes me chuckle heartily to my self. Expletives about the damage I staged seems to be most common, along with a couple grunts from an unknown task clearly exerting his strength.
The way his breath puffs out entices the introverted slut in me to visualize him underneath me in immense bliss while I ride his dick to my satisfaction, those heavy huffing pants spilling from his lips. Hopefully today's the day I make my dreams come true.
Looking left to right, I notice there's not a soul outside at the moment. That just means step one of my plan is already in action. The dainty diamond rolex on my wrist confirms it's 5pm. Right on time to get fucked and filled with Bucky's nut till it leaks in my panties. Mmmm... Can't wait to rub em all over my pussy later; his milky cream acting as lube while I make myself cum so fuckin hard. I'm lickin my full heart shaped lips in anticipation while plottin on this poor unsuspectin man.
Passing by his new deep blue jaguar, I run a finger along its pristine paint job as I spot Bucky on a creeper underneath my Mercedes. He takes that moment to run a hand through his fresh cut dark locks while wishing it absolute death. It's impossible not to feel a smidge of guilt at the purposeful trouble Bucky's going through at the moment but if everything goes my way, I fully intend to make it up to him by the end of the evening. Shit, hopefully multiple times this evening. It's outta my power not to smile wide at the way my soakin wet pussy flutters at the thought.
Leaning against his ride with palms flat on the hood, I eye fuck my prize thoroughly. Daddy looks so fucking good in his fitted navy blue tee and snug black jeans on his back, his muscled thighs spread wide. The bottom of his shirt lifts a bit to reveal a peek of his firm, incredibly toned tummy as his hips jut upwards. Dark brown boots spread apart wide when he repositions himself, and the fat ass bulge in between his legs grabs my attention real quick.
I'm so fuckin horny just from starin at Bucky, that I gotta squeeze my thighs together for just even a hint of pressure on my pulsating center. My shorts are past drenched where they rest sticky against me. The arousal drippin out plasters my brown thick thighs as my needy little cunt clenches rapidly around nothing. My nipples are so fuckin hard from lightly rubbing against the extremely transparent fit I chose just for him.
"Hey Buck, whats the progress on my baby?" I finally grab his attention as I drum my glossy short jet black nails on the hood of his car.
The wheels on the creeper squeak as he rolls from underneath the source of his current troubles and stands. His eyes focus on the black grime on his hands and he heads to the small sink in the corner of his garage as he responds.
"Woman, I don't know how you manage to damage something on this vehicle every week but it's gotta stop. I'm startin think you just like to come see me."
"Well why not? You're a sight for sore eyes, good lookin."
He dries his hands while laughing at my brazeness and, as always, not taking my corny flirtation serious.
"Boy, you laughin like I won't fuck the daylights outta you right fuckin now."
That flippant response however has him spinnin on his heels to face me. Bucky's vibrant blue eyes grow to orbs and he's rendered speechless as he thoroughly takes in my damn near non existent ensemble. This man is staring at the swell of my perky titties so intently that I know step 2 of my plan is gonna be a piece of cake and I really hope its not my imagination when noticing a twitch from the protrusion in his black jeans.
Dropping the cloth in his hands to the garage floor, he takes long strides till he's standing outside in front of me. His pretty pink lips part and close multiple times as he struggles to speak as he gazes at my nipple covers. Wonder what Daddy's next moves gonna be..
Bucky doesn't say anything at first; but the way he lustfully takes me in gives me goose bumps. His big hands reach around me to grip under my ass and hoist me up against his body. I don't hesitate to wrap my arms and legs around him as he walks us to his parked car, layin me across the warm hood.
"Damn sweetheart, where you plan on goin lookin like this?" Bucky asks, eyes still darting around my body as he presses his clothed hard dick between my legs. The pressure of him against my pussy feels heavy, has my clit thumpin wildly and I'm grindin back without a thought.
"I have a date tonight." I respond breathlessly and that makes his light crystal cerulean eyes snap to mine.
"That right? What're you doin underneath me then, woman? Huh? A little pregame?" He teases, leaning in so close that our lips almost touch.
I shake my head at his questioning as my cheeks heat up from his words. Still, its difficult to feel true embarrasment as his hands glide slowly over my frame, leaving a trail of warmth that makes me press into his palms. Bucky's touch and proximity stuns me a bit, makes my brain fuzzy and pussy clench for him ferally. The small sexy smirk playin at the corner of his lips turns me on just as much as him dry humping me in broad daylight ontop his brand new ride.
"Huh y/n? Is that it? Did you come to me first cause you wanna cum for me first?" He chuckles at me.
Leaning down, his soft lips pecks light kisses from the cheek to my ear. His fingertips skim under my tight bottoms, so dangerously close to my clit as he nips and sucks at my skin. I'm moaning and nodding my assent as I tug him to press against me firmly by the loops of his jeans.
"Fuuuuck.. Lemme feel you then pretty girl."
Bucky's fingers finally dragging across my throbbing button lightly, makin me damn near seize underneath him. I do nothing to mask the loud gasp of his name as the pleasure from just one swipe has me squeezin my eyes shut and grabbin at the top of his jeans in a death grip.
"Damn, my girl is soooo sensitive."
His low groan at my ear makes my soaked pussy flutter quicker and I can feel myself becoming desperate from his teasing touches. The sensation of one hands roaming up my body to gently squeeze over my left tit as the other sweeps across my pussy has me choking on my breaths with a heaving chest. Bucky lifts his head to watch me as he slowly traces circles around my clit, never fully pressing down on it the way I crave.
"Pleeease Buck, pleeeeease." I beg for him to give me more as my incessant yanking on his bottoms pops open the silver button and zipper.
A surprising thanks to the foregoing of underwear is definitely due because I'm then gifted with fattest dick I've ever seen. He's so. Fucking. Perfect. Almost pretty if it werent how girthy his shaft is, the angry flushed head of his dick drooling an abundant stream of precum. I easily notice the weight of him prevents it from slapping upwards; the thick tip of his cock points at my slippery slit. I don't stop pulling at him, humping the tip of his dick while I continue to plead for him to give me what I want most.
"Okay, honey, okay. I'll give you what you want. But lemme take you inside- haaaah, ooooh fuuuuck.."
Our moans mingle togther as one of my harsh tugs forces a few inches of his dick inside my awaiting core. Bucky eyes are wide as saucers as he stares where we connect with an open mouth. His breathing is harsh and loud; strong chest rising and falling rapidly as he quickly grabs my hands from his jeans. I immediately grieve as his touch leaves my tit and clit but my pussy involuntarily clutches at the head of his dick as he pins my wrist to the hood of his car.
"Jesus, woman. Mmmm.. Dammit, aaaaahhh fu- you couldn't wait till I got you inside?"
"Noooo, James. Want you, NEED you noooow. Please Jaaames, pleeease!" I don't notice the volume of my voice rising as I start to lose my fuckin mind.
Bucky's gaze is piercing but frantic, darting from the small puddle forming underneath me on the hood of his car to the way I'm hangin off the end of his dick. But I think it's the way I whine his first name that breaks his resolve. He briefly halts pinnin me down to put my legs over his shoulders. He's then scooping my wrists together in one hand and covering my mouth with the other.
"Fine, pretty girl, don't say I didn't warn your bad ass. Tried to give us some privacy. Now you gonna take this dick no matter what."
The first pump of his cock has him slidin in halfway, the river spilling from me aiding his stroke in. Still, his fat ass shaft splits my delicate walls apart swiftly, the intense pressure has my glossy y/e/c eyes and lined lips opening wide. I squeal loudly gainst his palm, not expecting Bucky to already be sitting in my guts even though he wasn't all the way in yet. WTF..
"Fuuck, sobigBuck, you're HUGE." I whimper, peering up at him with vacant eyes. He leers down at me with a knowing smile.
"Yeah, but my girls gonna have to get used to it huh?" He asks, starting fuck up into my gushy slit.
I don't mean to yank at his hold on my wrists but his next 2 thrust are so fuckin deep. My resistance doesn't free me, though it pulls him off balance and he slides in to the hilt. The tension in my tummy deepens as I feel his cock diggin into my pussy in places no man's ever reached. If it weren't for the hand cupping my mouth, I'm sure the scream I let out would be deafening. Bucky moans out praises as I squeeze my eyes shut tight and try my best to breathe through my nose.
"You're doing so damn-ohshit- weeeeell honey, takin me sooooo good. Mmmmmm.. Chokin the fuckin life out my dick y/n. Not s-sure how long I can last in this hot, tight ass, little pussy, sweetheart. Fuuuuuuck.. Keep being a good girl for me, try to keep quiet okay?"
I can feel Bucky's stare on me even through my close lids, so I nod my compliance. In reality, I pray to god that i dont scream out 'Daddy' for the whole neighborhood to hear while he's dickin me down.
He takes his hands from my wrists and mouth, sliding them down for a quick grab of my plump brown breasts, then to grip at my waist. The pull of his dick slowly slidin out then swiftly plunging back inside has me panting loudly with furrowed brows. I have to cover my own mouth this time, both hands pressed against my lips as he repeats the motion of his hips over and over until he's fucking me in a unhurried but deeply precise rhythm.
"Ohmygod James! Sogood-you'resogood! Don't stop, pleeeease d-don'tstop!" My muffled cries are crazed as he finally stuffs me with dick.
"I won't, honey, won't stop till you cream all over me. Wouldn't dreeeeam of it, baby. Can't stop till you cum on my cock. Fuuuuuck you feel like heaven baby, pussy got me ready to nut an we jus started. Haaah oooh God, sooo good, need you to cum first, y/n."
I'm already covered in perspiration as the breeze races across my nut brown skin and cools me down. Its about the only thing I notice, sounds of the passing cars and chirping birds drowned out by the loud rushing in my ears as Bucky thoroughly fucks the shit outta me. The pleasure swirling in my tummy is so fucking taut, and I know when I cum it's gonna be fucking spectacular.
His unrushed pace begins to speed up, the impact of him pumpin into me rocks his car back and forth as his grunts become more frequent. My knees tremble near his ears from the onslaught, from hearing how good Daddy feels because of me.
He looks just as delicious as he sounds, his body so fuckin tense as I witness how he loses himself in my pussy. Normally his light blue eyes are what stun me, but the dark pupils so damn dilated captivate me into a trance. I stare back helplessly as he gives me the best dick I ever had.
The hands holding my waist clutch snugly, usin his leverage to help fuck me a bit faster. His dick twitches against my walls heavily as Bucky groans out his pleasure, grunts out how he can't take the creamy ring getting thicker around the base of his dick.
"Can I-mmmmohfuckohfuckhoney-can I kiss you sweetheart?"
The sugary sweet question is sudden and takes me aback, is almost funny considering how severely deep he's seated inside of me. I might've even laughed if I wasn't keening from the amazing dick I was currently receiving. Too overwhelmed to answer, I release my mouth and clasp my fingers behind his neck, pulling his face to mine.
Bucky presses a quick kiss to my mouth with soft pink lips. Then another. And one more, the third one deepening with passion. It doesnt matter that he slows the pace of his hips to a crawl again; he continues to grind and dig so deep that his cock curves and hits a firm but gummy spot inside my cunt. It's too damn difficult after that to keep in sync of his lips as he drags his spasming dick across my g spot with too much fuckin accuracy. My sobs against his mouth doesn't stop Bucky's assault on my body. I know what time it is when his hand leaves my waist to press a firm quick circle directly on my clit.
"Mmmmm, pussy f-feels too fuckin 'mazin y/n, sooooclosebaby. I'm gonna buss babygirl, gonna fill that pretty lil kitty to the brim. Need you to cum too, honey. Pleeease." Bucky pleas with me in between messy damp kisses.
I'm way too near my end for full sentences, but from the way I mewl 'James' repeatedly, he seems to get the point. His grinding comes to an abrupt halt before he pulls his dick all the way out and vigorously stabs back in over and over, smashing my g spot and flicking my clit ferociously.
"Bu- haaaah! Aaaahh fuuuu- James! Ohgo- mmmm.. Uhn, uhn, uhn, JAMES!"
My orgasm is almost incomprehensible at first, the pressure in my gut exploding, spiraling outta control and I squirt fiercely against his torso. Warm lips engulf my mouth, sucking and nipping, probably to hush the animalistic noises coming from me as I quiver and shake underneathe him. Its like an avalanche of sensation, so intense I have to grip and claw at his shoulders to ground myself.
"Ahhhh, fuck y/n! Can't take feelin you gush my dick like this. Gonna give this pussy just what she needs honey, fucking cummin sweetheart! Ahhhh shiiiit! Sogood, sogood! Fuuuuuck!" Bucky huffs and puffs his pleasure against my swollen lips.
His fist slams down against his hood, ceasing his rubbing on my pulsating clit as he spurts deep inside my trembling cunt. I can't help but to soak in his grunts of love and praises to me.
Baring his weight on me to keep me in place, he splashes another lava hot jet of cum against the walls of my pussy and it feels too fucking good to feel James Buchanan Barnes fill me up with savagely massive load of cum. I watch him quake as he erupts 2 more explosive sprays inside before pulling out, shooting the last of his cum on my cocoa brown slit.
"You planned this.." Bucky accuses, not wasting any time to catche his breath. His eyes planted where he smears his thick cream allover my pussy as he waits patiently for my response. Daddy doesn't stop till my pussy's covered in his cum. Only then does slip my legs from his shoulders, my snug bottoms back in place and his still very hard dick back into his jeans.
Tired eyes meet my heavy-lidded gaze but I take a few deep breaths to steady myself before I answer. My pussy is already sore but fluttering for more as I bask underneath Bucky's muscular frame.
"I did. Came up with a mastermind plan." I say proudly, my own smirk comin out to tease him.
"Oh really? And how many steps did this 'mastermind plan' have?" He asks with a raised brow, as he zips and buttons his pants
"Just 4." I answer shortly, knees comin up to squeeze at his hips and rub my hands down his abs to the loops of his jeans.
"Which were?"
"Well step 1, purposefully fuck up my car so-"
Bucky cuts me off mid sentence, leaning down so the tip of his nose almost touches mine. His hands grip each of my thighs firmly as quickly yanks me flush against his body and speaks in a low growl.
"I knew it woman! I've been wasting my fuckin time workin on your goddamn car for weeks and- You know what? Talk is cheap; time to pay the piper, honey."
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I See The Signs
*NSFW*
*dom!bucky
* 1100+ words
*jealous bucky
"Why didn't you tell him you have a boyfriend?" bucky exclaims. "It didn't come up." you shrug defensively. "He was flirting with you, and you didn't think to tell him you have a boyfriend?" bucky says in disbelief. "Bucky it just didn't come up I was too busy talking about other stuff i didn't really pay him no mind." you try to explain. "I see the way you two look at each other." bucky speculates making you scoff.
"What are you talking-" you try to ask before he cuts you off.
"You like him don't you?" bucky narrows his eyes.
"Bucky where are you getting this from? you're being paranoid." you say confused. "You didn't answer the question." bucky says not changing the subject.
"No, I don't, you're being ridiculous."
"i'm not being ridiculous, if you give him a chance i know he'll take it in a heartbeat." bucky says moving closer to you.
you shake your head as you back up. "Bucky, I don't like him, okay?" you try to say before the back of your legs hits the bed causing you to fall back on it. bucky looks at you darkly with a smirk. "You have some type of feeling towards him... i don't what is it but I don't like it." bucky says towering over, "don't play me like I'm dumb." he says with tent on anger in his voice you are causing you to try and move.
"where you going?" he says with his slightly raspy voice. you just shake your head before bucky grabs your legs pulling you back down. you yelp in response as you squirm, "Shh don't try to run. don't run." bucky says caressing your thigh chuckling.
"Why you running?" he says with a furrowed eyebrow. "I'm not." you whisper. "Then why are you trying to move away?" bucky says whispers before he kisses your knee. you don't answer making him narrow his eyes at you. "say "stop" if you don't want me to continue." bucky says giving you time to say something, which you don't. bucky nods, "you going to be good for me?" he looks up at you in which you nod before he goes back to kissing your knee as he caresses your thigh.
he slowly moves up to your thigh as you bite your lip. he nibbles on your thigh before he makes multiple hickeys on it. "you're my girl you know that right?" bucky whisper against your thigh as you squirm making him hold down your hips. "Answer my question." he says before he kisses your thigh again. "i know." you whisper as you feel his grip tighten. he moves up to your hips before he grips them looking up. "feeling ok?" he asks before you nod. "Use your words, i don't want to see nodding." he says sternly. "i'm ok." you say before he kisses your head.
he leans down before he starts to kiss your hips moving to your clothed pussy. he kisses it making you whimper. "Shh i know." he whispers before he starts to rub your clit through your sleeping shorts making you moan a little. "Want me to take off your shorts." he asks as you nod automatically "yes please." you say making him smirk. "Look at you, using your manners." he says taking off your shorts and underwear. he then starts to rub your thighs making you huff. "Bucky please." you beg making him smile to himself. "Please what? are you rushing me?" he accuses making you shake your head. "now i'm not rushing, just please." you say softly.
bucky nods before he kisses your clit making you jump. "you're so wet." You sigh laying back as you try to not squirm. you don't want to look down knowing how hot he looks between your legs, before he'll look at you with those hooded eyes as he eats you out like a starving man.
"Do you think he'll be better than me?" he uses a whiny voice with innocence not so innocent eyes. you shake your head making him chuckle. "What did I say about using your words?" bucky raises his eyebrow making you gulp slightly. "Sorry, no he isn't better than you." you say making bucky nod in confirmation. "Are you going to let him suck on your pussy like this?" you once again shake your head before saying no.
"Only me? i can only nurse on your clit mommy?" bucky asks rubbing your clit slowly.
"Yes, only you bucky please." you beg before bucky nods licking up from your opening to your clit before he starts to suck on it. you grab his hair making bucky moan causing vibrations to your pussy.
"yes, like that, just like that." you try to thrust up your hips, but he grabs them holding them down. his tongue goes down licking at your hole making you moan as you shiver. "Fuck..." you say biting your lip as you squirm. bucky stops looking up at you before he slaps your thigh. "Stop moving." bucky looks angry but that doesn't mean he is. you don't say anything as you keep the contact looking down at him. "Got it?" bucky asks before you slowly nod keeping the eye contact.
bucky kisses your thigh, "good girl." he says before he goes back to sucking on your clit. he rubs your thighs in comfort as he hums feeling his soft hands against your skin. bucky flattens his hand cupping your pussy before he starts rocking his hand back and forth. "This what you needed huh? still feeling empty?"
"Please." you say moving your pussy on his hand making him smirk darkly at you. "Bucky please.... want to cum." you say before he is slipping in two fingers making you moan out.
"Aw baby, you're so wet and loose. must be really horny huh? need me that bad? I could slip my dick in right now, that's how loose you are."
"c'mon on mommy baby cum on my fingers." bucky says speeding up his pace a little." want to see you come really bad." he encourages making you let out a small whine as i grind down on his fingers. bucky fingers you slowly hitting your g-spot as rubs your thigh in comfort. you let a breath as you grip the sheets, "going to cum, I'm going to cum." you whisper as you roll your hips making him smirk as he keeps his steady pace not changing.
"that's it, that's what I want." he whisper as you grip the sheets before you let out a moan as you cum. bucky keep thrusting his fingers feeling you clench around his fingers. "that's it sweet girl." he whispers making you shiver a little coming down from your high. your legs twitch a bit as your hands are still gripping the soft sheets as he slowly withdraws his fingers. "Such a good pussy can't wait to make you feel good and fill you up, I'll stuff you just how you like it. would you like that?" bucky asks making you nod before correcting yourself saying yes.
bucky unbuckles his pants as he pulls them down along with his underwear revealing his thick and veiny cock. he strokes it slowly as it leaks a little precum, "do you want it?" bucky whispers to you in which you nod before he positions it at your entrance. "Please?" you whisper to him before he starts to push it in slowly.
"Your mouth forms an "o" as i lay back breathing before he puts his hand on your stomach. "shh that's it, just breathe." he whispers rubbing your stomach slowly. bucky continues to push in till your pelvis touches his. "There we go." bucky coos as he caresses your face as your pussy pulses around him as you wrap your legs around his waist. "are you full? did i fill you up like you wanted?" he says kissing your jaw softly as you nod.
"Tell me when to move baby... take your time." he whispers in your ear.
After a few seconds to a minute you give him the green light as he start to thrust slowly. you're breath hitches as you grip his arm while you can feel the slight burn between your legs as you feel his cock stretch you. "Fuck, you feel so good baby." he praises you. "You squeeze my cock so well." you gasp as start to claw at his back making him groan as your nails scratch at his back making him speed up slightly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." bucky repeats over and over under his breath during each thrust. he kisses your forehead as he whispers in your ear. You let out soft sounds as you cling to him while he kisses your jaw grinding into you.
"Yeah, moan for me, just me, no one's going to hear these pretty sounds."
he kisses up your collarbone before he makes small hickeys across your skin. a particular thrust hits your g-spot making you moan letting out a shiver. "Right there buck, right fucking there please." you moan as you grind down on his cock.
you two rock together meeting each other's thrusts before he leans down latching onto your nipple. "Bucky!" you squirm as you clench around him as he moans sucking on your boob while he grinds into you. Bucky grips your thigh pulling you closer as if y'all aren't close enough.
"Doing such a good job letting me fuck you like this."
"Please, I want to cum." you beg as you squirm making him smirk. "Should I let you?" he kisses your temple. "Yes! please!" you say pathetically as you get closer to orgasm. Bucky continues to rock his hips as he holds you down so you can't move much. your pussy clenches around his cock as you let our soft noises.
bucky kisses you as you can feel your body go numb as you moan his name clinging to him. "that's it, cum for me." bucky whispers to you as he holds you close. you let a cry as you cum around his cock holding onto him as you pant against his shoulder. "Good girl" he whispers in your ear as he fucks you through your orgasm. he leaves kisses all over your jaw and throat whispering praises as you slowly go limp against him.
"Cum in me please?" you mumble making him shake his head before he kisses you. "Sorry baby I have to teach you a lesson." he says making you frown. "What do you mean?" you say in a confused tone before he pulls out with a groan before he jerks himself off letting out winces and moans. you look up at him with a sad expression before he groans as he cums onto your stomach. "that's what I meant." he pants before he leans down to kisses you.
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Imagine Mob Bucky with his sweet little Bambi. She’s such a shy sweet thing and even though he’s had her countless times, naked and crying on his cock. She still hesitates to touch his most private places and can’t help the way her face heats up with just one look of those blue eyes.
“But-but they’ll hear” she whispers with wide eyes, her hands shaking as he guides her to wrap around his thick cock. Bucky’s thighs were spread wide apart, his slacks pulled down while he guided her under his desk.
“What will they hear pretty baby” he raised a brow while she shifted on the ground, still on her knees. “Are you shy baby? Shy they’ll hear how good you suck me? How slutty and soppy this pretty little mouth gets? Or are you scared they’ll hear what a whore you sound like when you’re stretched open around my cock, which is it”
You whimpered, knowing Bucky’s right hand man was stationed right out side of his office, his best friend of all people guarding the doors of his boss.
“Are you worried Stevie will hear you baby?” Bucky cooed, gentle holding the back of your head, pulling you to his dripping head. “He won’t hear a thing as long as you’re quiet Bambi”
He hissed feeling your soft tongue hesitantly swipe across his silky pink tip, lapping and suckling like a needy kitten as soon as you got a taste.
“Such a good girl for me” he groaned, cupping your cheeks before pushing his hips forward, shoving his length down your throat, “taking all of daddy’s big dick down her throat huh”
He smirks at the way you claw at his thighs while your legs squeeze together, his poor needy princess trying to give herself some relief.
“Bambi, what is it honey, why are you squirming so much”
You shake your head with your mouth full, too innocent to ask for what you want. Which is exactly why he sighs and picks you up off the floor and lays you on his desk, shoving your panties aside before you can protest.
“Daddy, no-daddy!” You slap your hand over your mouth as he stuffs his cock into your pussy, setting in a brutal pace without warming you up first. He grabs your hand away from your mouth, pinning your hand against the solid wood desk with a feral look on his face.
He knows his men are outside, he knows how some of them look at you. Hell, he even knows how Steve looks at you. Bucky wasn’t about to share but he’d give them a glimpse of how lucky he was, moving his hand to wrap around your throat while fucking your brains out.
“Fuckin’ scream! Scream, let them know how much you love my cock!”
“I-I-love I-it!!” You wailed, no longer able to contain your voice, taking every thrust he gave you. “I love it daddy, I love it!!”
“Yeah I bet you do, bet you love knowing my guys can hear you. Bet you love knowing they all stroke their dicks thinking’ bout you huh? Even Stevie’s probably got his hand down his pants thinking about your tight pussy and the sounds you’d make”
Your eyes nearly crossed, voice hoarse from the way you moaned, you’d back arching off the table.
“You act all innocent but you love when guys get all horny for you, don’t you baby. You loving knowing they cum cause they thought of you. Perverted fucks watching my girl, fucking probably jerking themselves right now. Now they’ll know what you sound like. Too bad it’s only my cock that makes you sound like this Bambi”
“Oh god daddy I-I” you slurred, squirting and gushing around his cock without warning, the shut alone making Bucky’s hips stutter.
“Lookit you squirting for me baby, god your a nasty little slut, so fuckin good for me, m gonna cum so fuckin hard for you princess. Gonna fill you up till the room smells of me marking you, you’re gonna walk out of here with my cum dripping between your legs”
Bucky moaned with his head thrown back, possessive over letting everyone know how he owned you.
“Let them all see all the places you let me shove my cock into. That you let daddy empty his cock rigt in your pussy-fuckkk!!”
With a guttural moan he stilled with his cock shoved in as far as it would go, cumming til the desk was a mess.
We don’t talk about how Steve came in his pants immediately after. We don’t talk about how he’s gonna touch himself again tonight. We don’t talk about how next time bucky might let him watch in person while Steve’s handcuffed with his perverted little dick out on full display, leaking and aching while you get railed by his best friend.
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So. I saw this picture. He looks so soft and huggable. Therefore my brain spat this out. Obvi I love chubby grump Bucky who can F U C K
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 2, 623 words
Synopsis: Bucky is having a mid-life crisis at 100 something years. His girlfriend is an aggravating little angel shit who doesn’t understand why. Cue pool time and ripped blonde superheroes making poor Bucky extra grumpy.
Tags: Chubby!bucky, avenger!reader, size difference, age gap (twenties and technically late thirties), pnv!sex, daddy kink, Bucky’s hating ass internal dialogue, the reader is a slut for the extra Fluff, pwp, fluff and smut, him Jealous, and Big, I tried to make it humorous heehee
Poolside blues
It was hot. Bucky sucked on his popsicle angrily, sulking under an umbrella. He wore his t-shirt even in the blazing heat. Bucky grimaced at the cloth sticking to his skin, pulling at the fabric with a huff. He didn’t want to run around shirtless when the likes of Steve and Thor were basking in the sun— the golden gods they were.
So Bucky sucked on his popsicle, his fourth one already. He flexed his metal fist, cursing it for being such an eye sore. The assassin was convinced his body had it out for him. Mess of a shoulder, ropey bullet scars, and way too much extra weight he didn’t ask for. Bucky stared down at the soft flesh adorning his midsection, lips twisting into a frown.
Hydra had royally fucked his metabolism up, serum or not. Add a plethora of mood stabilizers and Bucky looked like a damn chipmunk hoarding up for the winter. His girlfriend thought it was cute, cooing and pinching his fleshy hip. Bucky did not think it was ‘cute’. He’d never been like this in his over-extended life. Soft.
He’d held thick muscle since the serum and kept that up at the least. The brunette worked out religiously to rid himself of that extra pudge. Now he was jacked with the stupid layer over it— making him feel like a bulky lummox. Therefore if he was going to sweat to death by the pool, so be it.
Bucky’s icy eyes flickered to his best girl playing around with Thor in the water. She giggled and batted at the blonde god while he picked her tiny frame up. The brunette’s eye twitched while gripping his popsicle stick until it crushed. His girlfriend was too cute for her own good, often drawing attention from the other sex.
“Are you just going to drill holes in them with your mind or get in the pool?”
Bucky glared at his oldest friend. Steve smiled down softly, big hands on his waspy waist. He grumbled, “I’m fine. Punk.” The blonde teased, “That’s why your shirt is soaked then huh? Go get in the water you’re making me miserable looking at ya.”
“Nope,” Bucky shot back, popping the ‘p’.
Steve sighed and dove into the huge pool. Bucky pouted efficiently from the side-lines. Thor had his stupid blonde hair and stupid white teeth and stupid washboard abs. His girlfriend appeared in his line of sight, her brows knitted in concern. Bucky attempted to not stare at her perky tits— nipples peaked under her blue strappy bikini.
She hummed, “I can feel you drowning in self-pity over here. Why don’t you get in babe?”
He was staring at her tits now, he didn’t care, not really. Bucky shrugged, “You have fun I’m fine over here. Thor is waiting.” She narrowed her eyes up at him, pushing back damp hair. Bucky licked his lips, holding the woman’s glare.
In a swift motion she launched onto the concrete.
Clambering up she swayed toward the grumpy man, droplets running down her tight body. Bucky took in the view, getting lost in it really. He could watch her all day and sometimes would. The assassin grunted as she plopped onto his lazily spread thighs, soaking him. Bucky hissed, “What was that for?”
The coolness of her skin felt amazing. He willed himself to not pop wood in front of the few teammates milling around. His girl leaned over, breasts about to spill, and pressed against his padded chest. She simpered, “Buck, c’mon, you know no one around here cares. You’re perfect.”
Bucky snorted, “To you, maybe.”
She frowned and lightly slapped at his shoulder, lips pouting. Bucky hated when the pretty thing pouted— he somehow would up doing what she wanted in the first place.
Every. Single. Time.
She ran a finger down his chest, big eyes begging, “Get in the pool, please? You look so upset over here and that makes me sad.”
Once again Bucky lost to her feminine wiles, groaning out a strained ‘fine’. Her mouth split into a toothy smile, cheering, “Yay!” He rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. Sometimes Bucky forgot she was a little over ten years his junior. If one took off the cryogenically frozen periods. She hopped back into the water, eyes eagerly flickering to the side.
Bucky hauled himself up and reluctantly peeled off his dark shirt, revealing his pale skin and soft parts. He willed himself to not curl into a ball or run away screeching. Steve wolf-whistled, sending an embarrassed flush across the brunette’s full cheeks. He barked, “Knock it off Rogers!”
Sam, as always, had ESP for people flustering Bucky. He shouted from the grill, “Looking thick my man! Whole slice of beef!” The assassin was convinced he was going to self combust, sliding into the water to cover himself up. His girlfriend snickered when Bucky resurfaced from his shame dive, splashing his face.
He frowned down at her, the spitfire raising a brow in challenge. Bucky slung her over a thick shoulder, hand across the backs of her thighs. She laughed and kicked, playfully squirming. Bucky had half a mind to leave a mark on her ass, show the Asgardian who she really belonged to. She stopped thrashing and murmured, “If you do not stop being jeal-“
The assassin cut her off when he dunked under the water. She spluttered and cursed at him, Bucky laughing, “Sorry sweets, what were you saying?”
“Put me down or I’m ripping your hair out!,” she howled. He chuckled and slowly let the angry avenger down. She shook her head, flicking the sensitive skin below his belly button. Bucky winced and gaped petulantly— horribly trying to block of the feeling of jiggle. The woman latched back onto him, pressing a feathery kiss to his bearded jaw. With a dirty smirk, spirits lifted, Bucky led them to the shelf in the deep end.
Sitting back he groped at her ass under the water, earning a squawk and another slap in return. She whispered angrily, “Stop that! Not in public!” Bucky grinned dumbly, eyes flickering to her perky chest. He apologized, saccharine sweet, “Sorry baby, you’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself.”
Tony Stark and Natasha approached the pool, him lowering his sunglasses at the pair. Stark sipped his drink and loudly observed, “Horndogs at it again. Barnes you’re a nasty old man, you know that?”
Sam sniped, “They call him Bucknasty for a reason!”
Bucky’s temples throbbed with annoyance. He shouted at Sam, “No one calls me that but you! Bird brain!” He needed to scoop the girl up and take off— now. Steve was howling with laughter, hand slapping his chest, Thor smiling in confusion. She turned and grinned at Tony, “He’s my nasty old man.” The woman laid an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. Stark pretended to gag and situated himself in a lounge chair. Natasha’s lips quirked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement.
Bucky rumbled quietly, “I’ll show you nasty if you keep it up acting like that in my lap.”
Her tits bounced when she inhaled sharply, shit-eating grin falling from her face. Bucky lecherously grabbed another handful of ass for example. Her voice quavered when she weakly replied, “Very funny Buck. Not in front of everyone!”
“I’m not being funny. Seeing you getting flipped around by the blondes has me feeling…some type of way.”
Bucky was proud of his updated lingo, courtesy of the sexy trembling thing in front of him. She huffed quietly, squirming minutely on his thick thighs. “Jesus Christ, they’re all going to know when we both leave.”
“I think Clint complaining about us being loud all the time lets the team know what the deal is,” he smoothly pointed out.
With another harsh look Bucky regretfully watched her get out of the pool. Now he had to walk in front of everyone without a safety blanket again. He briskly climbed out after her, keeping his eyes focused ahead. Tony complimented, “Looking yoked there Barnes, trying to bulk right now?”
Bucky wanted to hiss at the billionaire like a feral cat. He felt like he’d been bulking for months. Just not allowed to cut— so sayeth the metabolism. He grabbed a towel and threw it around broad shoulders, aggravated with how his belly was on display. She was toweling her hair off.
“C’mon then you beast,” she snickered.
“Beast?,” he echoed.
Bucky hauled her up again, the smaller one yelping. He snatched his sweaty shirt up and carried her to the elevator. She sarcastically questioned, “Do you always have to carry me around like a caveman when you get jealous?” Bucky grunted in agreement, thumbing at the soft skin of her thighs.
She said, “You do know I only think about you, like, all the time.” Bucky couldn’t help but let his heart skip a beat. Still he whinged, “I don’t know why when there’s all these… ripped guys hanging around.” His girlfriend scoffed and rolled her doe eyes. She remained quiet on the walk, ensuing quiet ride up the elevator, and the remainder of the trip to his rooms.
Deposited on the bed she informed Bucky, “No matter how many times you shrug it off, I think you’re really hot. I like a little fluff on my men.” The brunette shook his head, crawling onto the covers. He muttered, “I don’t. I follow you around like some goddamn oaf.”
She pinched his cheek, grinding out, “You’re a little soft and I happen to enjoy you fucking me into the bed. Stubborn mule.” Bucky’s dick twitched at her words, grabbing an ankle to pull her closer. She continued matter-of-factly, “It’s also nice to have my big scary boyfriend behind me. It turns me on.”
Bucky peered at her, face set in suspicion. She ran a hand down his side, finishing it’s path at the laces of his swim trunks. Her face was cutely set in determination, deft hands untying the shorts. The assassin groaned low in his throat as the cloth fell down, exposing his aching cock. He climbed out of them and threw the shorts across the room.
Bucky eyed her up, watching her cheeks heat at his gaze. He gently positioned himself between her legs, pointedly keeping his weight off to her chagrin. Bucky sealed his watering mouth over a covered nipple, sucking eagerly. She whined and flexed under him, thighs wrapping around his hips.
“Ah! Buck!”
Her long lashes fluttered when his other hand untied the strings on the top. Bucky eased off the flimsy fabric, whistling lowly at her full tits. He nipped and flicked his tongue on a peaked bud, tweaking the other. She cried out, rutting up against his heavy cock.
Bucky’s lips split into a grin when he realized she was also untying her bottoms with shaky hands. He pulled off a nipple and teased, “That needy for it, huh?” She yanked off the offending fabric with a nibble at his jaw. Bucky would purr in contentment if he could. Until the nip at the flesh under his chin— which granted he has always had but still didn’t appreciate it.
He grumbled and lightly swatted her ass with a grimace. She mused, “You’re so hot. Honestly. I wish you would believe me Buck.” The assassin ignored her comment, instead sucking marks on her collarbone. She writhed underneath him, the wetness of her pussy sliding against him. The woman whimpered, hands holding his cheeks insistently, “C’mon and fuck me, please daddy.”
Bucky almost exploded, came back, just to explode again into a puddle of goo. She wanted to play like that today. He gripped her hips with low moan, eyes traveling up the expanse of skin. His girlfriend’s chest heaved, eyes darkly glazed. Bucky growled, “Y’want me to fuck you? Shouldn’t daddy finger you first?”
Huff. She shook her head no, dragging the molten slick across his need. Softly she begged, “C’mon daddy please, want to feel the stretch, need you.” Bucky’s eyes rolled in sheer desire, nudging the blunt head of his cock against her opening. He slid in with a curse, eyes clenching shut.
She was snug as always around him, pulsing and seemingly sucking Bucky in. The woman whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She gasped, “So big, fuck daddy, don’t stop!” Bucky was not going to stop unless he magically disappeared.
He braced an arm beside her pretty flushed face to get leverage. With a lewd smack Bucky clapped his hips into her, enjoying the wanton whine. The brunette pulled back to give another roll of his hips, moaning lowly. He got into the rhythm he knew she liked— slow but forceful. Bucky smiled down, cooing.
“You’re so pretty babygirl, taking me so well,” he emphasized with a deep thrust. She clawed at his shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses to his throat. Wide eyes met his, her breathing, “No you’re pretty.” Bucky narrowed his lids, apparently his girl wanted to be a little shit.
“I don’t understand why you won’t let me- shit! Daddy!,” she cried out with a smile, “Compliment you!” Bucky picked her legs up and hiked them higher, driving his hips into that silky-soft spot. He grunted in pleasure as she arched and yanked at his hair, mouth hung open with punched out ‘ah’s’.
Bucky rumbled, “I don’t like it- fuck sweets so tight- because it’s exaggerated!” He was panting with exertion now, reveling in the tell-tale slaps of skin echoing. The petite Avenger under him whimpered when Bucky hit her g-spot dead on, tears pricking her eyes. Bucky kissed a droplet, murmuring sweet nothings.
“Keep fucking me daddy, I’m gonna hah- cum!,” she wailed. Bucky urged, “Yeah babydoll, want you to, c’mon need it.” He thumbed around her clit, breathing into her lax mouth, swallowing up those broken keens. She sobbed his name into the kiss, clawing and scrabbling when she clamped down on him. Bucky’s eyes rolled up at the pulsing and gush of slick, fucking her through the orgasm.
His baby’s loud keens turns into little whimpers as he kept thrusting into her tight body. She quavered, “Cum in me please daddy!” The woman nipped along his jaw again, rubbing at his flexing ass. Bucky felt his lower belly tighten, a swirling fog gathering in his brain purely driven by need. He growled, “I’m gonna fill that sweet pussy up, you want that from Daddy, huh?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Ask and one shall receive. Bucky felt his balls draw up and he came with an embarrassingly slutty groan. He drooled onto her neck, gasping through the brunt of his body emptying into her wet heat. She cooed, “Oh, so good, ah thank you daddy.” Bucky collapsed halfway onto his girlfriend, still firmly snug inside.
She rubbed a trembling hand across his bloodied shoulders, serumed body already working on knitting the claw marks back up. Bucky simply breathed, unable to come up with intelligent words. His brain had probably shot out of his dick. She maddeningly caressed his, ugh, love handle.
Bucky groaned, “Stop it.”
She retracted the touch and rasped, throat bruised from yelling, “One day I’m going to convince you Buck. Perfect as you are.” Bucky snorted, “We’ll see about that.” He softened at her lithe hands pushing his sweaty hair back, grinning like he’d hung the moon. He murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
She giggled and cuddled up like a damn koala. Bucky didn’t truly mind, albeit she may be delusional and think overweight one hundred year old former assassins are sexy. He was glad he’d been able to find the loon, all his to boot. Bucky shook his head in amusement, the feeling of her sharp teeth on his chin again, him starting to protest.
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Skin
Drummer Bucky is a filthy little tease and man- your patience is running low.
Warnings: Smut. Switch characters. Dom/sub undertones. Chastity devices. Teasing. A great deal of teasing. The 'horny bitch hour'. Face sitting. Ab riding. This is dirty damnnn.
Patience is a tricky little bitch sometimes. You find your lower lip a little swollen from all the biting and suckling it has been subjected to in the last few hours, your beefy hunk of a boyfriend stealing every chance to grab your face, sweep your breath out of your lungs like it's nobody's business and go back to goofing around with his bandmates.
Fuck him.
Bucky's fingers curl around the glass of scotch easily, an arm languidly wrapped around your waist. His ring covered knuckles graze past the hem of your shirt to trickle on your waist, chuckling to something funny that Torres says, absently pulling you closer to his chest.
If you get any closer, you think you'd burst. Bucky knows it too- that little shit. He deliberately wets his lips, thumping the glass on the table with a 'clank' and spinning it till it reaches a point away from the edge of the glass surface. Sam's warning of "Watch it, Barnes" goes ignored as your boyfriend steels his eyes on yours, trailing his gaze downwards, from your lips over to his hands.
Oh damn.
Bucky fumbled around a little, pretending to search for something. Discretion flies out of the window as he shifted you on his lap, nestling you into his chest possessively and grinning as you yelp when your ass lands over his erection.
Way to go, Buck.
You've barely made through the shock of his boner poking through your pants, an airy gasp spraying out of your lips when you find him nonchalantly twirling a drumstick in his hands.
His palm stopped hovering at your waist, streaking forward and splaying over your stomach, crushing you against himself.
"What are you doing?" You whispered, accidentally moaning as his erection brushes the inside of your thighs. Your lips are under assault again, but this time it's your teeth tucking them in, faint lines of embarrassment perfuming your face as you cuddle closer to him, your eyes never leaving his hands as he flips to drumstick around.
"Having fun, kitten."
If this moment was taped and edited, those papery pink dews would definitely be sprayed all over it, because you both looked that part- mushy lovers who cannot get their hands off of each other. If the tape was given to your friends, they would add some devil's horns and vampire red eyes or have smoke come out of your heads because they knew what little shits you and Bucky were. Especially when you were sitting this close and you were a few shots in.
Your friend group called such moments 'The horny bitch hour'. These annoying little fuckets that you loved so much would place bets on who would snap first, who'd drag who to the first empty space, who'd be the first to be loud. And damn, your drummer had some interesting gambits in these situations, his skilled fingers and twitching lips orchestrating ways to get under your skin, both figuratively and literally.
You were fuming today. The early December chill and your discarded jacket didn't hold two cents to the heat storm erupting in your body. Every teasing touch of Bucky's fingers, every testing lick placed on your skin, each perfectly timed swipe of his knuckles along your neck had your skin burn in electrical flames, the cozy atmosphere your best friend had tried to create sweltering to a blue hot raze. Bucky Barnes worked like that. He had you dripping between your thighs with one look, your nipples erect with one graze of his knuckles down your side.
You sucked in a gasp, chest heaving as your fingers shakily cover your drummer's, his long fingers magnetizingly hot under yours. Bucky's tongue was tracing his lips again, a lock of hair dangling in front of his face. He didn't quite stop his conversation with Steve, dropping the drumstick and cuffing your hand under his, intertwining your fingers. With a sly smirk thrown your way, he brought your hand up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around your index and sucking it without a shame in the world.
"Bucky," you gasped, huffing before you grit your jaws together, shuffling back and grinding on his lap.
"Kitten," he retaliated, having the nerve to give you an innocent enough smirk
"Stop it." You tried to sound like you mean it, voice levelled and steelier, your attempts at dominance working.
Bucky stopped on command. His eyes glinted a little sharper, your hand rising to play with the collars of his leather jacket as he gave your finger a final suck, innocently popping it out of his mouth. Another dizzying grin thrown your way. Another attempt to grind you against his erection. Another subtle flex of his arms as he shifted in his place, spreading his thighs. Another smile threwaway smile granted to you before he was grabbing his drumstick and twirling it around again.
"Your word's the law here baby girl. You make the rules."
Fuck. Him.
You were done.
You were glad Elena lived just a few blocks away, the December chill and Bucky's arm tightly wrapped around your waist being the only reason you hadn't jumped his bones right against some streetlamp or on the road itself. You had your eyes fixed on the little light spraying out of your bedroom, one which you had very conveniently forgotten to switch off, knowing you would both be stumbling inside haphazardly, attacking each other with a flurry of hungry lips and teeth and tongue.
So that's how this is going to be.
"Hey," Bucky started, drawing out his words, a little slurry from the alcohol and despite your indignation, you found yourself grinning.
"Hey, stranger," you started, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and pulling him in for a kiss. Before things could get filthy, thigh, Bucky pulled back, smacking another kiss at the corner of your lips before giving you a once over.
"You should come through tonight. You seem like fun. I got drinks. Drums. Toys. The good stuff." He added a wink and you burst into a laughing fit, giggling against his shoulder.
"You're inviting me to fuck you?"
His grin reminaed, eyes darker, boring into yours intently. He inched his hand from your waist to your hair, wrapping it around his knuckles before he tugged it down, baring your neck to him. He breathed down your throat, coming impossibly closer and smirking at your hitched breaths, his tongue tracing a curve from your collarbone up to your jaw. He pressed his lips to your earlobe, growling low.
"We both know who's gonna be begging to get fucked tonight." He takes your earlobe between his teeth, biting lightly.
He can fucking wish.
Bucky had barely twisted the key in the keyhole, the door barely open and a streak of light streaming out, when you pounced.
It wasn't graceful, it wasn't on point. You hadn't even realized you were drunk till you were bouncing on your feet, your head in the clouds and vision dizzy as your boyfriend tried to steady you, bringing you crashing down to his chest and stumbling backwards at it.
Bucky grunted as you almost ripped his leather jacket off his shoulders, your nails digging into his chest through his tee as you shoved him inwards. Your drummer grinned, easily spinning you around and kicking the door shut dismissively behind him. Before you could pull him down for a kiss, he spun you around again, dipping you down and crashing his mouth on yours.
You grabbed for the collars of his jacket, finally doing away with the offensive material keeping you from your man before you were grabbing his face. You stumbled backwards, blindly letting Bucky navigate you to the bedroom before you felt his hands cup your ass, metal fingers running down from the crack of your ass and swatting the back of your thighs.
You yelped, feeling the corners of Bucky's lips lift in a condescending smirk as you inhaled sharply. Flesh fingers pinched your chin and lifted your face up, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and exploring every corner, devouring your taste and leaving you breathless. He pushed you towards the bedroom door, his body slotted against yours, movements moulding into one as he unzipped your jeans, the fuzzy material of your sweater already bunched up midway through your chest.
Just a second before giving in, though, something in you snapped. Your eyes shot open, landing on Bucky's hands, the beautiful balck and gold caressing the underside of your boobs, and it's warm pair journeying all across back, slipping past your jeans and cupping your ass.
Why does he get to have all the fun?
He had spent the evening teasing you, didn't he? He had you on the edge all through it, your thighs clenching and panties destroyed from the heated stares and lustful touches. The groping, the kisses. What should have been a wholesome evening between friends turned out to be you hypnotized by that god annoying drumsticks which you adore so much, panting and heaving and biting back moans as the boys throw back shot after shot, laughter and giggles and scoffs running around the room.
This was your time now.
How you both ended up on the floor was something you had no idea for, nor did you possess the imagination to think of just how you both had stumbled down, an entangled mess of limbs and half-discarded clothes which you tried to roll off of your skin, your lips pulling you towards the other.
The carpet burned against your knees as you scampered over to Bucky, ripping his shirt off of his shoulders before you pushed him down, straddling him.
"Woah, kitten." A string of curses escaped Bucky's mouth as you wasted no time in pulling his jeans down his hips, his cock slapping against his abs as you pulled his boxers down harshly, cutting off his swearing with a heated kiss.
"What, is it too much?" You tease, panting against his mouth as he kisses you hungrily, cold fingers curling around your wrist. He pulls your fingers away from where you are marking up his abs, angry red lines springing over his skin entrancingly. You slap his hands off, pinning him to the carpet by his broad shoulders before running your lips filthily over his pout.
"I make the rules, don't I?" You cooed, looking menacingly at your drummer, drinking in the sight of him, all veins and muscles and metal- pure perfection, sprawled under you. His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he gulps down, hissing out a gravelly "fuck" before his hands hover over your waist, a charming smirk on his lips as he shrugs.
"Use me all you want, babygirl."
That's what brought you here. Bucky's cock locked in a cock cage, your thighs convulsing as his hands held on to your calves, your head thrown back with each furious lick of his tongue over your pussy, your juices running all over his face.
You had dragged him into your room, pushing him down to the bed and swallowing his giddy smirk as he allowed you to outpower him, complying as you asked him to. You teased his shaft, kissing the tip of his cock and pumping it before bringing it into your mouth, your drummer's slow smirk slowly fading as his face contorted with pleasure. He had his lips tucked between his teeth, his metal hand in your hair as you guided his length to your mouth, the veiny spurts of his girth pulsating under your fingers, precum wetting your hands. You took him in your mouth, slowly, methodically, the months of training your mouth to take him entirely paying off as your beefy boyfriend groaned above you.
Then, to give him a taste of his medicine, you pulled yourself back, letting his cock jump out of your mouth with a pop. Bucky's disbelieving glare amplified when you took his metal hand, which remained frozen cold around this time of the year, and wrapped it around his shaft. When he was groaning in disbelief and flaccid enough, you smirked devilishly, clicking the cock cage around him, straddling him all over again. Your lips pressed to every part of his neck, your teeth marking their trial against his throbbing pulse. Your fingers ran all through his back as you rode his arm, your mewls turning into shrieks as the metal whirred under you, the vibrations deliciously drumming against your pussy and making you wet in a way only Bucky could manage to do it.
You rode his abs next. "Use me." That's what Bucky had said, and you, you were his good girl. How could you not listen to what he says?
"You like this, don't ya?" Bucky chuckled as you whined and groaned, his fingertips denting your waist as you spluttered and crush the sheets under your fingertips, a familiar coil burning in your stomach. Your thighs burned from rocking against his skin, his cold arm lingering over your breasts, your nipples tingly and popped up from all the suckling it had been subjected to.
Bucky groaned under you, his abs glistening from your wetness, a layer of sweat and musk and sex perfuming your room. You gasped and heaved, your breasts swaying over his face for him to tease, covered with just as many hickeys and bites as you had scattered all over his chest, your hair all fuzzy from his constant tugging.
You might have been the one on top, and Bucky might have been the one with a cock cage, groaning and cursing each time he moved, but you both knew who was in charge.
"See the mess you've made on me," Bucky hums as you place both your hands on his chest and fall forward in a heap, a spike of pleasure burning down your spine at the narrow brush of his fingers on your clit. He cups your face, tenderly swiping a matted coil of hair away from your cheeks before capturing your bottom lip in his mouth, his neck arching to chase your lips as you try to sit up. "My filthy little kitten."
You moan into his mouth, resolve breaking as you give into the temptation of his lips. You curse as he sucks your tongue with eager lips, his hand brushing lightly over your throbbing clit, your juices dripping into a wet patch in his chiseled abs.
"C'mere." Bucky grunted, cuffing the back of your neck and pulling you away from him. A veiny hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he gazed at you like you were some goddess for him to corrupt and ruin, before it slid down and wrapped around your throat. "Do you wanna cum tonight?"
The pressure on your jugular increased as you nodded your head, a condescending smirk sent your way as his flesh hand travelled down your spine and smacked your ass, five fingers burning over your skin.
"Sit on my face then. We'll see how much longer you can stay on top."
Bucky smacked your ass again, lifting you up and dragging himself over to the centre of the mattress. You rested your cunt on his face, a loud shriek tearing out of your lips as he harshly sucked your clit, swiping the flat of his tongue all through your pussy lips. You almost lost balance, his strong arms curling around your ankles and supporting you as he slurped your juices, picking up everything you could offer, feasting on you like you were the sweetest desert he would ever get.
"Stay still for me." He smacked your ass again, his growl rumbling against your cubt as you spasmed, your face a mess of sweat and tears as he lapped up your pussy, his tongue sliding into your hole and pressing on the walls. You tried grinding on his mouth, your quest for control long forgotten as you let Bucky and his skilled tongue rip you apart, your breast bouncing as you held onto the headboard, crying out in pleasure and wanting to be good for him.
He licked circles over your cunt, your mouth open and a string of drool streaming out, your voice hoarse from all the screaming you had done. Your neighbours might as well be calling the cops from all the cursing and moaning and screaming that you had done, and you wouldn't find it in yourself to care. Your mind burned with toiled and crashed around, all fuses snapping as everything just descended into 'Bucky' his hands, his lips, his tongue.
"Daddy!" You yelled out when he inserted a finger into your hole, his tongue repeatedly flicking your swollen nub. You coild feel his chuckles vibrate under your cubt, your stomach coiled and mind blank, thighs clenched from the intense buildup.
"Daddy, now?" He hummed appreciatively, plunging a finger into your slick hole and massaging your walls, the cold of his touch sending a jolt through your spine. "Thought you were in charge?"
You whined as he mocked you, his lips curled in the mist admonishing and arrogant smirk ever, and you could feel it despite all the tears and pleasure he was giving you. And you liked it. You liked your cocky asshole of a drummer when he was being mean to you. When he was manhandling you around, displaying you as his object of affection. When he was boasting about you. When he was playing with you.
"Fuck me, daddy." You whined out, shrieking as he inserted two more fingers into your hole, stretching you out.
"Look at that cunt." He started, tapping his thumb on your clit in sharp strokes, each one sending a shiver through your body. "Sucking my fingers so greedily. Kitten, you're so damn needy for me, aren't you?"
You only moaned, your legs shaking as your orgasm approached closer.
"But I can't fuck you. Can't please my pretty pussy here." Bucky lowers his voice to a whine, an indignant alarm in your head shrieking off "yes you can!"
"You got me in this," he must have gestured at something, that stupid cock ring. "So no fucking for you."
"The key. Take it!" You shrieked, half delirious. Your drummer had stopped in assault on your pussy, his words and their gravelly texture being the only friction you got as you sat perched over him, mind half snapped and too intoxicated by the pleasure you were missing to care for anybody else.
And then you were being tossed around, you body suddenly pressed to the pillows, your beefy boyfriend hovering over you, that goddamned smirk all over his face.
"Can I? You're still making the rules, baby."
You groaned, close to crying or probably biting his nippeles or something just as crazy.
"Just do it. Fuck me. Show me you've got something."
That was a little much, wasn't it?
The darkened eyes, the clenching of jaws, the straight line which his lips had turned into, all of it indicated you had taken this too far. This was too much fun for you to back off now, and you were positive you wouldn't be able to walk for a while now.
The metal hand curling around your throat indicated just as much, the jiggling of metal in your peripheral missing your eyes when Bucky swooped down and caught your lips in a bruising kiss.
"I'll be showing you a lot tonight, babygirl. It'd be a show you never forget."
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Glove Kink
Bucky Barnes x Reader
It definitely took Bucky a while to realise exactly what was going on with you. Every time your eyes glanced at his leather gloves, your eyes darkened and your thighs clenched. He made sure to hide his hands from you to avoid making you uncomfortable.
He finally caught on one night when you were camping out in a motel after a mission. It was late, and your mission had been long - days of preparation and setting up equipment before you could even set out into the field. You were frustrated.
So when his gloved hand brushed over your thigh while reaching over to grab something, you couldn't help the sharp uptake of breath that left your mouth, nor the goosebumps that had risen in his wake.
It clicked in Bucky's head. You weren't nervous, you were turned on.
He ran his gloved finger over her thighs again, hoping it wasn't just surprise. To his delight, you let out a soft moan, thighs clenching again.
"Pretty baby likes that, huh?" Bucky smirked, pulling you down by the ankles as you nod in response. You connected your lips to his, brushing your hands through his hair. He returned the kiss fervently, running his leather-gloved hands over your body, fingers slipping beneath your sleep shirt.
"Dirty girl doesn't wear any panties to sleep?" You nodded your head and he grinned, "Only that much easier for me to have my fun."
You pulled the shirt off to reveal your completely nude body, Bucky's hands coming up to grope and pinch your tits. He pulled you up to rest upright against his chest, pushing your legs wide open over his thighs.
Bucky rubbed his thumb over your nipples, his mouth kissing and sucking at your neck no doubt leaving bruises. He tugged and flicked, watching your reactions and groaning as you gasped.
Your pussy wept at the lack of attention, and you begged Bucky to move to where you needed him most: "Bucky, ah! Please.. don't tease. Please, just... fuck me." You moved his bionic hand from your tits to your pussy.
Bucky moved to strip the gloves off, but you stopped him. "Keep the gloves on."
Bucky's eyes glinted mischievously. "Beg."
Your eyes widened, but you held tightly to his hand. "Please Bucky, please, keep them on. Please... please, I’ll do anything you say. Anything. Please, please, please, oh, OH-”
The leather glove was cold against your clit, and you jumped at the sensation, before relaxing into it with a loud moan. Your thighs were coated in slick as your clit throbbed for more stimulation. The feel of the rough material against your neglected clit made you go nearly insane, head thrown back in pleasure.
Two leather-covered fingers ran up and down your slit, spreading your wetness around your lips. The feeling of the cool leather gloves was almost clinical, and the thought of Bucky using you like a toy made you gasp out in pleasure.
"What did you think of, pretty baby? What dirty little thought is turning you on?"
You turned to look at him, eyes blown with lust. "Use me." Bucky's eyes darkened, as he searched your face for any inkling of hesitation. "Please, Bucky, use me."
He slipped 2 fingers into your pussy, your tight walls welcoming him as you pulsed around the digits. He set a ruthless pace, pounding his fingers into you, his face set in a hard line. His thumb brushed over your clit over and over again, and your first orgasm crashed on you with no warning.
Bucky didn't stop. He didn't care that you already came, your cunt pulsing around him and your juices dripping out of your hole as he continued to finger you into oblivion. Your whines and cries fell on deaf ears as your hips bucked out of control, that pressure in your lower stomach forming for a second time, as Bucky kept at his pace.
"You like this, huh?" Bucky's voice was low and dangerous, "You like being used as a toy?" You moaned in affirmation, feeling the pressure in your stomach start to build for a third time.
He added a third finger to your cunt, the finger still cold in contrast to the two in your pussy already. Your hips bucked wildly at the new sensation, and Bucky wrapped his arms around you to hold you still.
"Keep still, my pretty toy. Take what I give you."
Bucky kept at his brutal pace, encouraging your whines and cries as your hips bucked out of control, that pressure in your lower stomach exploding at the speed of light as you squirt all over Bucky’s hand. He grins, looking down to see your cunt still spewing out juices as you shook and your toes were curled.
He held you as you relaxed, before you turned back to him, eyes still hazed over with lust. Your hand came to rest on his throbbing cock.
You bit your lip, "What's next, sir?"
He chuckles, "Oh, Doll. You're in for a long night."
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