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Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader
✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader
✦ Word count: ~4,2k
✦ Rating: Explicit
✦ Warnings/tags: Sex pollen adjacent kinda, smut, a bit fluffy, one shot, possessive!Bucky, co-workers/friends to lovers, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise, creampie, pet names (doll).
✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.
✦ Note: Previously posted on AO3 since I have basically no time or energy to write new stuff. It was titled You’re what I need before but I always hated that title so I decided to re-name it. Bucky is kind of an asshole in this, but it's just because he wants you! As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome ❤️
Masterlist | AO3
The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."
Captain America shouts orders that you hear through the comms. The wait feels endless until the crew of the quinjet declares that they have spotted the team and there's not much else for you to do but look at your monitors and wait for an update. When you get the call back that the team is secure you breathe a sigh of relief, but then the next message is to prepare the medical staff to receive multiple injuries and chemical exposure. You ask the crew to clarify, but they are too busy, so when you notify the medical center, they prepare a quarantine room.
Sometimes you wish you had a superpower and could be there with them instead of staring at your monitors and doing endless calculations on whatever the team needs. But then when they return they always compliment your work and tell you they don’t know how they managed without you. You try to remind yourself of those moments at times like this.
Once the quinjet is docked and everyone has been accounted for you push away from your desk and remove your headset, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart. A moment later a message pops up on your screen, probably because they couldn’t reach you through your comms.
[Bucky wants you to come down here]
Your heart does a little flip in your chest, making you scowl. He is your friend and probably injured, you have no idea why he would be asking for you, but it’s not because he feels the same way you do. You grab your tablet and head to the MedBay.
When you get down you take stock of the situation. Nat and Steve have some scratches, Sam's arm is broken and Wanda has a few cracked ribs. Tony is bruised, his suit had taken most of the damage. You look around for Bucky but don’t see him anywhere and quickly deduce that he must be the person currently in quarantine.
When you get to the wing, you’re almost too scared to go in, afraid to see what could have happened to him. Inside, you find a team of medical personnel discussing Bucky's condition with him through a glass wall. His hair looks damp and he's wearing standard-issue quarantine clothing, soft black pants, and a black sweatshirt. When he sees you standing patiently at the side he says.
"You can come back later. I need to talk to her more than I need to talk to you. Go away."
His voice comes from speakers in the ceiling.
You're shocked by his behavior but smile apologetically as the white coats pass you on their way out. When you get up to the glass you hiss.
"Bucky, what is wrong with you, don't be rude.”
"You make it sound like I'm never rude otherwise," he laughs.
"You're not rude to healthcare professionals, you know better."
You glare at him as you wake your tablet.
“Now what did you need me for?”
"Do you like me?" he asks. Your mouth falls open and your heart starts to beat faster. You’re happy your vitals aren’t monitored as you quickly collect yourself and try to deflect his question.
"Of course I like you Bucky, you're my friend."
But now it feels weird to look at him and you find a spot on the wall far behind him to focus on.
"What if I want more than friends?" is his next question and despite your best efforts, hope warms your chest. This is not happening. Of course you toyed with the idea of you and Bucky, he is always sweet to you, and if he has the chance he brings you gifts from the missions. But you’ve told yourself repeatedly that he needs someone stronger, who can keep up with him in the field and you’re not that person.
"Can we have this conversation when you are not high on some HYDRA drug?” you ask, trying to keep your voice from betraying you. They are monitoring everything in the room. And there is a sheet of unbreakable glass in between you both. If you're going to confess your feelings, it won't be like this.
"I'm not high," he huffs. "My mind has never been clearer."
"I still think we should have this conversation later."
"Doll, look at me."
The command in his voice is so strong you don’t think, you snap your eyes to his and they are so blue and soft.
"I will feel the same tomorrow, and the day after, whenever this drug wears off but now is the only time I can't hold my tongue," he explains.
You place your hand on the glass and he does the same on the other side.
"It will be fine Bucky, I promise," you say just as the door opens and Steve walks in, making you pull your hand back to your side. He's showered, in a fresh pair of clothes and he swings his arm over your shoulder.
"Stop hogging her time Bucky, I know for a fact that she also needs to debrief," he smiles but Bucky looks as if he's seeing red.
Through gritted teeth he presses out, "Get your fucking arm off her, punk. She's mine."
You and Steve burst into laughter because it has to be a joke, but then Bucky punches the barrier with his vibranium arm. The glass doesn't crack but both you and Steve stop short and step away in shock.
Steve removes his arm and says, "I'll meet you upstairs." Before quickly heading out.
You turn to Bucky and point at him, anger rising in your chest.
"What is wrong with you? Steve is your friend!"
"That is what it’s like in here every day,” he points to his head.
You're taken aback by his statement and his wide feral eyes. Clearly, whatever he was exposed to had messed with his head and he's not himself.
“Bucky I need to go,” you tell him, and before he can protest you continue. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You smile feebly at him and are out the door before he can say anything else.
After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.
It's way past midnight when you wake to the soft closing of your door. Since you always sleep with a night light the soft warm glow reflects off his left arm and leaves no doubt about who has entered your room. You blink at him but before you can ask a question he rasps out, pleading.
"I need you. So bad. Please doll, help me."
He moves closer to your bed.
You quickly remove your covers and get up, glad the giant t-shirt covers you to your thighs, ready to spring into action.
"Anything Bucky, what do you need?"
You stop an arm's length from him, but all he does is reach his hand out to cup your face, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. There is a wild look in his eyes but you keep calm.
"I can't get you what you need if you don't tell me," you whisper, meeting his eyes and watching as his brow furrows.
"I need you. Right now. If I don't get to touch and taste every inch of your body I'm going to lose my mind," he confesses in a low voice.
His words shock you and you hitch a breath. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You have this great friendship. If things were different you would not have minded taking it to another level, but with the day in mind and the fact that he somehow got out of his containment room you say, "Bucky, you’re not yourself, you need to get back to-”
"Doll,” he interrupts with a hard voice. “For once, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. The only thing the drug did, I think, was remove my inhibitions. For once I feel free. My mind isn't controlled by HYDRA or by fear that you'll reject me. All I know is that I crave you and I can't be quiet about it anymore.”
"Bucky… I…" your whole body is flushed with warmth from his words and you're not sure how to respond.
"I dreamt about you and couldn't stop myself from going over here. I don't want to hurt you, doll, but I'm not sure this drug will let me leave. All I wanna do is move closer to you.”
You swallow hard as he continues, thumb still stroking your cheek.
“Ask FRIDAY to get Steve, or the Hulk if you want me to leave."
Instead, you step into him, making up your mind in an instant and resting your hands on his chest.
"Stay, I'll be glad to help you with anything you need," you whisper honestly and by the way his eyes widen there was still some doubt in his mind that you would reject him.
Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.
"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he whispers, leaning closer. "Once I have you I won't stop, you'll never be rid of me. I'll claim you against every surface of this fucking compound if I need to."
That makes you whimper and press harder against him.
"Fuck you'd like that huh? Are you a kinky little thing? Like getting fucked where people can see you and hear you moan, do you want people to see my hard dick spread you open?"
"Fuck Bucky!" You exclaim and lean your forehead against his chest. Maybe that idea excites you or maybe it is just that the word ‘claim’ sounds so primal.
"You're going to tell me all your little secrets later, doll. But now, I'm going to take what's mine."
And with that, he crushes his lips to yours. He backs you towards the bed, kissing you the whole time, letting his hands explore you.
When you land on your back, he stands over you with eyes like a predator about to devour its prey.
You shuffle up until your head rests on the pillows, spreading your legs for him. Without taking off any clothes he crawls after you, settling on his knees between your legs and placing his hands on the headboard, crowding you with his large frame.
"Mine," he whispers and it makes a shudder pass through you. He ruts his clothed cock against your core, slicking your underwear even more and making you whine, gripping the sheets under you.
"Yes," he almost hisses as the length of his dick presses on your clit and forces a mewl out of you. It's been a long time since you've gotten laid.
"Bucky," you plead.
"No doll, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you, from the outside in. Did you think this would be hard and fast and that I would be gone before you knew what happened?"
He lets go of the headboard to put his elbows beside your head instead, his weight on you, pressing you down into the mattress.
"When I leave you will long for me, spend every waking second wishing I was still inside you. I want your cunt to be permanently drenched so I can fuck you whenever I please."
He kisses you forcefully and any coherent thought that was left in your head flees.
"And when you're too sore to take more of my dick in your pussy I'm going to do the same thing to your mouth and ass."
He rids you off your t-shirt and instead of having to move from between your legs to pull off your underwear, he rips them apart.
"Ah!" you exclaim when the force of his movements jolts you but he takes no notice, he just stares at you, letting his hands roam up and down your sides, up to your tits, cupping them and caressing your nipples with his thumbs.
Whimpers are coming from you with every pass of this touch. Then he moves down and lays on his stomach, not saying a word as he sweeps his tongue over your pussy before he starts devouring you with a throaty moan.
It doesn’t take long for the first orgasm to take you, his movements are precise and his words and actions have made you hornier than you’ve ever experienced. Or maybe it's because he is the hottest person you’ve ever laid eyes on and he only wants you.
When you’re finished and sensitive he dips his tongue into your hole to taste you and groans loudly, lapping up the wetness from your orgasm.
"Better than I've dreamed of," he says when he pulls away.
Now you’re the one that must be high because you can't help but giggle.
"You seriously dream of me?"
"All the time, doll. Every night when I go to bed I wish you were with me and then you plague my sleep with your soft curves and radiant smile."
You're about to tell him how his laugh makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside but at that moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, cutting out every thought in your brain. He's gentle but not hesitant, it's as if he's feeling you out and when you make a particularly loud sound he continues the same movement, making your whole body go hot.
The second orgasm is intense enough to send aftershocks through for a long while afterward. Bucky lays his head on your thigh as you tremble, caressing your skin and letting the fingers of his right hand skim over your opening.
Despite what he's already given you, you still crave more. His fingertips never come close to where you need them and when you whine at the back of your throat Bucky smiles up at you.
"Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you, but I don't want you to pass out on me.”
One of his fingers glides inside, making you take a sharp breath just because it feels so good. Once again he is careful, moving slowly, listening to your breath and your body.
"Please Bucky, I need more.”
"No need to beg, I'll give you everything you want… in time," he breathes and kisses the skin on the inside of your thigh. Slowly he moves his finger in and out. You're sure it's a form of torture. The sweetest kind there is. Your breathing is labored and when he finally adds a second, you start to quiver.
He nips at your skin and then kisses it before speaking.
"You look like a goddess, doll, eyes filled with lust, your skin is gleaming. I'm going to worship you until you're tired of me.”
"Never gonna happen," you whimper. Then his thumb lands on your clit, making you cry out. Everything is so sensitive and overstimulated.
"I don't- Bucky, I don't think I can again," you tell him even though his touches are causing your insides to melt.
"Yes, you will," his voice is soft but the command is clear. So instead of trying to speak again, you sink further into the madness that is him playing with you. The third one takes its sweet time but you never feel rushed or stressed that it's taking too long. Bucky isn’t in a hurry.
Then it’s suddenly there, crashing through you.
"Fuck Bucky, fuck you're gonna make me come."
"So good for me, let me feel you come on my fingers," he urges. "I'm going to lick them clean afterward so make sure you get them nice and wet for me. I want as much as you'll give me."
The climax reaches its peak and you come with a cry of his name, body convulsing and your hand shooting down to tangle in his hair.
"Just like that doll," he smiles up at you and holds your gaze when he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning while he does. It's a filthy sound, but it turns you on as if he didn't just make you come for the third time. Then he dives in between your legs again, licking at your skin and your soaked hole.
Letting go of his hair all you can do is just lie there, writhing, as he somehow coaxes a fourth orgasm out of you.
“Fuck me,” you plead when he pulls back. “I need you inside me Bucky.”
This time he takes pity on you and moves away to take off his clothes. When he’s naked he kneels between your legs again and you spread them as wide as you can.
"Want me, doll?" he asks with a smirk.
He swipes his cock through your mess and then uses his hand to coat himself with you.
"Yes," is all you can say. Both you and Bucky stare as he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Of course, he takes it torturously slow this time too.
"This feels better than any dream I've ever had," he whispers almost in awe. You grip his biceps and arch into him, pushing him deeper, faster. That makes him tsk but smiles at the same time as he pushes the rest of the way, finally seating himself. Without giving you a chance to relax he starts fucking you, his cock pushes perfectly against your insides, pulling sounds from you that you haven't made in years.
He sits back on his heels lifting your ass effortlessly until your weight is resting on your shoulders and neck. It's like he is in a trance, pulling you onto his cock over and over again. Your body is his, your mind has fled, and all you see and feel is just him all around you. His eyes keep changing between his dick filling your cunt, your bouncing tits, and your half-lit eyes as if he is not sure where to look.
"Mine," he rasps and thrusts hard to empathize the word. "All mine. Say it."
It takes some time for your brain to connect to your mouth and form the words but his gaze never leaves you.
"Yours," you whimper. "I'm yours, Bucky."
There is a familiar heat low in your belly that's steadily spreading through your limbs. It makes you wiggle and move because it's overwhelming. He is overwhelming in the best sense.
Whining you reach down to rub yourself but he slaps your hand away.
"I thought I told you, it's mine. I own this cunt. If you wanna touch yourself you have to ask permission." It's as close to a growl as is humanly possible and you don't understand how he can be so cognizant right now, because your brain is like putty.
"Can I please rub my clit Bucky, I wanna come on your cock so bad," you cry.
"Good girl," he praises, and when he calls you that, your mouth falls open with a keening sound, gripping the sheets even harder, pulling at them because you want to come so bad.
"Do it, show me how you get off when you're alone in bed without me."
Everything is slippery and sensitive when you start with your fingers and you immediately know it's going to go fast. With his previous words in mind, you ask.
"Can I come?"
He meets your eyes with a wicked smile.
"Fast learner. Yeah, you can come… when I tell you."
You rip your hand away, afraid you might fall over the edge at any second. The sound out of your throat is almost a sob.
"Don't be like that, doll, I thought you said you couldn't do it more times?"
"I can-I can! As many times as you want just please let me come."
"Fuck, I like it when you beg with my cock in you."
But he doesn't say anything else, just continues fucking you. He's not even winded while you're straining your entire body. Your hand wants to move back, anything to relieve the pressure inside you but Bucky was very clear and you don’t want to disobey him.
Then he pulls out and drops you onto the bed, but you don't get to relax because he flips you onto your stomach and pushes one of your knees up to the side before he presses in.
His dick hits your G-spot dead on and you scream into the pillow under you. Bucky chuckles right by your ear.
"Guess I found it."
He's merciless, his hips hit your ass hard and if it weren't for his weight pressing you down you would soon hit the headboard.
"Bucky!" you wail because it's too much. You're losing the last pieces of your mind to the sheer force of the pleasure and you're scared you're never going to be able to come back to yourself. Then his hand presses in between you and the mattress.
"Rub yourself on my fingers, make yourself cum. Fuck my cock and come all over me doll."
You brace yourself as best you can and move your hips as he keeps almost completely still, just shallow thrusts in stark comparison to what he was doing to you just moments ago.
His fingers slide along your clit, his cock brushing your G-spot over and over again. You're breathless, sweat breaking out along your skin, but the climax you're chasing will be well worth it. You just know it.
"I can't fill you up until I’ve felt you come around me," he grunts, his voice tight with holding back. You whimper, the feeling of fire flushing your whole body, and building up to an eruption like no other.
"Yes, yes, yes," he chants low in your ear.
"That's it, come for me, make me proud. Fuck it feels so good." And he starts moving again "I'm going to fill you fucking full of my cum. That's it!"
The heat in you breaks and you come with a shout of his name, shaking under him. It gets even more intense when Bucky finishes right behind you, groaning your name. He collapses on top of you but his hips are still moving, slowly, as if he doesn’t want it to ever end. Neither would you but your body is wrecked.
When he finally rolls off, you're so close to falling asleep, but he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom.
"Pee." He points and you want to tell him that you know the drill, this isn't your first time, but all that comes out is a grumble before he closes the door behind him and you sit down on the toilet.
When you're done, you stumble out and have a moment of panic, thinking he left. But then the door opens and Bucky returns with two bottles of water, handing you one before leading you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge. Gratefully you drink and lean against his shoulder before asking.
"How do you feel?"
"Better than I have in a long time," he answers, kissing your forehead.
You chuckle.
"Yeah I have a magical pussy, it can cure anything," you joke and it makes him laugh.
"You should get back to quarantine," you comment. "Before anyone notices."
He shakes his head. "No I'm staying here, I'm never leaving you again."
He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the bedside table together with his own. Then he crawls beneath the sheets and you go after him, letting him envelop you in a tight embrace before you fall asleep.
Alarms blare and you wake with a start.
"FRIDAY what's going on?" you ask out into the room.
“Sergeant Barnes has escaped his confinement.” The voice echoes through the room.
You sigh and glare at Bucky grumbling beside you, like the loud signal is just a regular alarm clock.
"FRIDAY please inform the team that Bucky is here and everything is fine."
A second later the sound dies and with a sigh you get up to pull on yesterday's discarded t-shirt and find a pair of pants. Right when you're done there is a knock on the door and Steve asks, "Everything okay in there?"
You open the door enough to show yourself.
"We're fine, he broke out during the night and came here."
"Oh," Steve says and there is a hint of blush on his cheeks.
Then you feel a presence behind you and Bucky’s arm goes around your waist.
"Mine," he says and you can't see him but he's probably glaring daggers at Steve who backs away.
"We'll be okay, I'll alert FRIDAY if I need help," you tell Steve.
When you close the door Bucky turns you before pushing you up against it and kissing you hard.
"Mine," he mumbles against your lips.
"Fucking caveman," you tell him. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "I'll show you caveman," he says and carries you to the bed
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i was tagged by @lena221bee and @novemberhush, thanks guys 💗🥰
1. Are you named after anyone?
nope
2. When was the last time you cried?
uh, yesterday i think, when i watched an FBI episode. i cry easily
3. Do you have kids?
i do not.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
i wouldn't say a lot, but i do use it
5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
i have no idea tbh. surface level things, what they look like, their general body language, stuff like that i guess, but it's different with every new person i meet, so i can't say just one thing
6. What’s your eye colour?
hazel, i believe is the correct answer in english. they're like greygreenblueyellow-ish
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
had it been some years ago i'd have said scary movies with happy endings, because i used to love scary movies, but i've gotten so easily scared with age, so now i can only answer happy endings.
8. Any special talents?
nah, nothing special
9. Where were you born?
Sweden
10. What are your hobbies?
they used to be horses and drawing and reading books and art in general, but these days they're more like watching tv-shows and spending time on tumblr and not writing xD
11. Do you have any pets?
@lokemycat =)
12. What sports do you play/have you played?
i played the horse sports when i was younger. even had my own horse for a while, though i never really competed in anything, so it was more hobby riding than sport riding i guess
13. How tall are you?
178 centimeters or 5 feet 10 inches
14. Favorite subject(s) in school?
100% depended on the teacher, never on the subject. i hated math the most but then i got a good teacher and math was suddenly fun. but i think if i have to choose one for the subject alone, i'm gonna say art, which also happens to be the least school-y subject of them all x'D
15. Dream job?
i don't know. probably the same as before, with books, like a library assistant or something, but right now i never want to work again
i am tagging @veltana @crazyassmurdererwall @thor-ohdamnsonn @yodas-yo-yo and anyone else who wants to do this
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Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kirishima Eijirou, will add more characters as they appear
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Aged-Up Character(s), Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Quirks are Magic, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Slow Burn, Polyamory, Dirty Thoughts, Sexual Tension, Rating will change, I can't write a fic without porn, Sorry Not Sorry, Prince Todoroki Shouto, Servant Midoriya Izuku, Hunter Bakugou Katsuki, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
Midoriya Izuku's life is unexpectedly saved by someone who makes his feelings and thoughts run wild. At the same time, he needs to recover quickly to be able to save the man he loves that he has left behind.
(I hate writing summaries...)
Inspired by this wonderful NSFW fanart http://theasus-after-dark.tumblr.com/post/163797594434/its-okay-izuku-he-has-stamina-itll-come-back
#I wrote a thing#FINALLY DONE WITH THE FIRST CHAPTER#bnha#fanfiction#bakugou katsuki#todoroki shouto#midoriya izuku#bakudekutodo#bakudeku#tododeku
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Paths of fate
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MsBada
by veltana
Midoriya Izuku's life is unexpectedly saved by someone who makes his feelings and thoughts run wild. At the same time, he needs to recover quickly to be able to save the man he loves that he has left behind.
(I hate writing summaries...)
Words: 12192, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kirishima Eijirou, will add more characters as they appear
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Aged-Up Character(s), Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Quirks are Magic, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Slow Burn, Polyamory, Dirty Thoughts, Sexual Tension, Rating will change, I can't write a fic without porn, Sorry Not Sorry, Prince Todoroki Shouto, Servant Midoriya Izuku, Hunter Bakugou Katsuki, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MsBada
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No one as sweet as you - Mafia!Stucky/Reader
✦ Pairing: Stucky/Reader
✦ Word count: ~9,4k
✦ Rating: Explicit
✦ Warnings: Mafia AU, best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, protective!stucky, TW: reader is verbally and physically abused by john walker, idiots in love, sharing a bed, poly relationship, piv sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, praise kink, pet names (Sweets), unprotected sex, creampie.
✦ Summary: When you’re hurt by your boyfriend you go to the two people you can depend on for anything, Steve and Bucky, your best friends.
✦ Note: This is a fic that was previously posted on AO3, at the beginning of the year. But since I'm stuck in writer's block right now I thought I would post this in case you haven't read it. It's one of my favorites. There are some short prequel fics to this also posted on AO3, about when they were living together in college. I'll post those too in the following weeks.
Series masterlist
Masterlist | AO3
The bouncer gives you one glance before he opens the door for you and the line of people you pass shout angrily but you don’t even spare them a glance, your thoughts elsewhere. The music in the club usually invigorates you but tonight it passes through without leaving a trace.
Making your way to Monica at the bar, the people you pass shoot you weird glances and you know you must look a mess. When she sees you she comes right over, the music is too loud to talk so you share a squeeze of the forearm in place of a hug before she pours you your favorite wine, with a pitying smile at your smeared mascara. You throw a kiss at her before making your way to the back and once again the big man at the door opens it for you after a quick look.
The music is muted as you make your way to the stairs at the back that take you up to their private room. When your heels land at the top and you meet Bucky's eyes he lifts the girl currently on his lap off and declares "Everyone out."
Steve shoots him an irritated look before his eyes follow Bucky's and sees you. You stand perfectly still while the women and men who were enjoying a private party with two of the biggest mobsters in New York mill past you down the stairs, some even shoot you dirty looks.
When the last person has passed, you take a step towards them, but before you're two steps in, Bucky has taken the glass from your hand and Steve has lifted you into his arms. You cling to him, hands grasping his shirts, and finally, you know you’re safe.
Steve sits down with you in his lap, cradling your head to lean it against him, the other arm holding you tight at your waist. Bucky's palms are gentle when he rubs your back soothingly. None of them say anything at first but the tears running down your face speak for themselves. You made it all the way without breaking down but with them, you can be vulnerable. For the last seven years, they’ve been the rock, the shelter, and your haven.
"Talk to us, Sweets," Bucky's voice is only that soft with you, maybe sometimes with Steve too, “What’s going on?”
You try to take a deep breath, but it just stutters. After a few more tries it’s better but you’re not sure where to begin. They give you time, and don't press you on information, like they otherwise do in their line of work.
Finally, you release Steve's shirt and instead, you find the hand he has wrapped around your waist, twisting the rings on his fingers as you try to speak. You don't want to look at them, the shame and the anxiety is running high in your body but you want to tell them, you just have to find the right words.
"You know the guy I've been seeing," you start and feel Steve's arms tighten around you. Before you can say more Bucky mutters "I'm gonna kill him."
Steve is calmer and asks, "What about John, Sweets?"
He speaks into your hair, his voice is gentle but it has a hard edge.
"He's been so sweet since we started going out, but he's been having a rough time at work lately," you squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to remember, your heart beating like crazy. The memories bring forth the panic and the fear again and your breath gets shallow.
"It's alright Sweets, you're here with us, nothing can hurt you," Bucky's low voice is comforting, together with their touch, and you know he’s telling you the truth. It’s the reason you came here instead of going home.
You take a few more breaths and continue "So I thought I'd do something nice for him. We had a spa day and while he soaked in the tub I made dinner and dressed up for him."
Frowning hard, your fingers spin the rings on Steve's hand faster and faster the more your anxiety builds, knowing what’s coming.
"And everything was great until I poured the wine and spilled some on the tablecloth."
Your mouth opens and closes a few times and the tears start to fall again but Bucky is there with his thumbs, cradling your face and brushing them away, while Steve rocks you gently in his embrace.
"He was furious," you cry. "Said I ruined everything! He threw the wine in my face, then the bottle across the room. He tried to grab me but I ran out of there."
There is a long silence when you finish, it’s just your sobs and the music from the other side of the wall.
Then Steve says "I'm gonna fucking kill him," his voice laced with rage, and he hugs you even closer.
"I took a cab here, I didn’t know where else to go, I didn’t wanna go home."
With the last words out you feel a small relief. You’ve told them. You’ve told someone. The scene still plays in your head, seeing John's eyes turn black with rage when the drops of rosé landed on the white linen, feeling the fear when he started screaming.
"Thank you for telling us, Sweets. You’re an incredible person," Steve says and moves you out of his lap and over to Bucky's. They treat you with the utmost care, moving slowly, giving you time to protest if you want, or detangle yourself if that's what you desire. But you let them manipulate your body how they like because sometimes they know what you need more than you do.
"You did nothing wrong," he goes on to say, holding onto your hands, letting his thumbs caress the skin. "John is an absolute fucking asshole and no one should be treated like that.”
You meet his green-blue eyes that are only soft for you, and Bucky. Right now, Steve isn’t the feared mobster that people avert their eyes from when he enters a room, scared they’re going to end up in a ditch because they looked at him wrong. No, this Steve is your best friend.
"I don't want to be scared, and I don't want to go home in case he comes there," you confess.
"You'll stay with us," Bucky decides, voice finite. "Let’s go home so you can take a shower and change clothes."
You nod and are about to stand up but Bucky is quicker, changing his grip and holding you close as he gets up. He carries you to the car and doesn't let go of you until you're in their mansion, in the room you have there.
When he puts you down your feet are a little unsteady and they both look at you with concern, but you give them a weak smile “It’s okay.”
"We'll be right outside, shout if you need anything," Steve tells you and when you nod they both step out and close the door softly behind them.
For a moment you stand still, trying to make sense of the last hours, wondering how everything went to shit. Then you finally get a good look at yourself in the tall mirror and see the black rivulets of mascara and eyeliner smudged down your cheeks, the foundation almost gone.
The dress is ruined by the wine and even if it was expensive and you can get it dry cleaned you don’t want it anymore. You pull it off and throw it into the trash can, quickly followed by the heels. The lingerie is one of your favorite sets but you're unsure if you will ever be able to enjoy it again without remembering how you chose it especially for John. After a moment it goes into the trash, and the earrings too, feeling like you need everything from the night to be gone.
The only thing you keep on your body is the necklace that was a gift from Bucky and Steve years ago and you haven’t taken it off since. It's custom-made with three delicate chains in gold, silver, and black twisted together. You loved it the moment you saw it, knowing that the chains were the three of you, twisted together through the rest of your lives. When you touch it with your fingers it makes you feel better, because you can feel them with you.
The shower feels more than just bodily cleansing and when you remove the last pieces of your smeared makeup, smoothing eye cream over your puffy eyes, the feeling of fear and panic is distant.
In the closet are a bunch of your clothes, probably more than you like to admit, but the best part is the drawer with their old t-shirts. You pull one out, not sure which of them it used to belong to, but it’s worn and soft against your skin. For a moment you press it against your nose, breathing in the detergent that reminds you of this place and all the wonderful memories that you have with them, before you find your pajama pants.
Out in your room you sit on the bed and look around at the muted colors. Bucky and Steve insisted that the room was yours, not just a guest room, and it makes you smile a little when you think about how much fun you had decorating it.
After taking a deep breath you open the door and find them just a few steps away. The look in Bucky's eyes is murderous and Steve's fists are clenched by his side, but when they turn to you they go back to being your best friends that you met in college all those years ago.
"How are you feeling?" Bucky steps up to you and pulls you into a soft hug, tucking your head underneath his chin as you wrap your arms around his waist, breathing in the smell of him. Steve comes up behind you, placing his palms on your shoulders, rubbing the muscles carefully.
"Better now," you answer. "But I never had dinner so I'm a bit hungry."
Bucky pulls away from you, cradling your face, tilting it up until you're looking right into his light blue eyes.
"Let's go raid the kitchen," he smiles and holds your gaze for a few seconds more and there is so much love in those eyes it's almost scary. You know he would burn down the city if it made you happy, they both would, and that intensity is one of the many things that have kept you from finding out what it would be like to be theirs. You're not sure you'd be able to handle it.
When Bucky lets go of you, Steve's arm goes around your waist and he pulls you into him, Bucky takes your hand, lacing your fingers together, and you walk to the kitchen. You sit down at the kitchen island while they open the fridge.
"The chef made mac'n’cheese," Steve says and pulls out an oven pan, covered in tin foil with a post-it note on top with instructions for heating it.
Bucky turns on the oven and says, "Want something to drink Sweets?"
"Soda?" you ask and Steve pulls a can out of the fridge before settling down beside you, handing it to you. You hand it right back "Please? I don't wanna fuck up my nails."
That makes him chuckle as he opens it and the sound makes you warm on the inside so you lean your head against his shoulder.
"Thank you," you sigh. "For always being here for me. I'm sorry I ruined your party."
"You didn't ruin shit," Bucky spits out, glaring at you from where he is standing by the oven.
Steve and you chuckle at his harsh tone but then he leans forward, over the counter towards you, resting his large arms against the surface.
"I mean it, Sweets, don't you ever think you ruin anything by showing up, for any reason," his voice is stern but you know it comes from a place of love.
"Thank you, Bucky, it means a lot," you smile.
When the oven is warm Bucky puts the tray in and pulls out plates. It only takes a few minutes and your tummy rumbles as the kitchen fills with the smell of cheese. Bucky and Steve make small talk about work things and you're grateful for them filling the silence while you finally get some food.
But it isn't the nice chicken that you cooked for John that you looked forward to eating and your eyes begin to burn. Even though you try to force the tears back they come anyway and run down your cheeks as you eat. Neither Bucky nor Steve notice until you reach for a paper towel and sniffle loudly.
Not a second later you're wrapped up in Steve's embrace, crying into his shirt again while Bucky caresses your hair and nape. They mumble sweet things to you and tell you that you're safe and that nothing is ever going to hurt you again.
After a few minutes, the tears run dry.
"I'm okay," you say and Steve loosens his hold, his eyes filled with concern for you.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, but I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Should probably try to get some sleep.”
"We're sleeping in my room," Bucky decides and you nod, Steve too.
It's not unusual for the three of you to share a bed when one of you has had a rough time. The first time it happened was after finals and you all fell asleep in Steve's bed, totally exhausted, and slept better than you'd had in weeks.
Then it was after break-ups, yours, Steve's, Bucky's, somehow you all ended up in a bed together every time and it wasn't sexual at any point, just friends being there for each other and it continued through the years. The only time it was out of the question was when one of you was in a relationship, then it just felt weird, and from previous experience, it wasn't something that partners were all that accepting of.
You retrieve your pillows and cover from your room before settling in Bucky’s huge bed, your feet twisted up with Steve's, and Bucky is holding your hand. It's nice, it's familiar and you drift off knowing you're safe with them.
The room is dark when their soft voices wake you, but that might be because of the black-out curtains and not because it's still night. They’ve moved close enough to you that you can feel the warmth from their bodies on either side of you, and Bucky’s chest is right in front of your eyes when you open them slightly to peek. They don't notice you're awake and you don't feel like announcing it either, curious what they’re talking about.
"We let her decide."
Even if Steve's tone is hushed it's still hard.
"She is too sweet, you know she would never hurt a fly, she's going to say no," Bucky protests harshly in a whisper.
This is interesting, you think.
"Even if you and I are fine with getting blood on our hands, maybe she doesn't want to live with that, maybe she wants to press charges."
Steve has always been the more level-headed of the two, good with looking at things from all angles and keeping his cool. Bucky huffs and you want to giggle. His emotions always get him in trouble, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. When Bucky is angry he sees red and when he loves he does it with his whole soul and being.
One time you asked Steve how he isn’t dead yet since his poker face seems to suck, but Steve explained that when they’re doing business he is usually calm and collected. When his emotions finally break through, people know they should probably run.
"Fine.”
You can tell Bucky is not happy but he lowers his voice even more, and now it’s tinged with something else.
“But I'm never letting her go again."
His words together with his gentle tone make your heart skip. There was a time when you seriously thought about asking them to see if the three of you could work it out, and be more than just friends. But what you have with them is so precious that if it fails in the end, and you lose your best friends, you're not sure how you're going to go on.
"And you think I will?" Steve mutters. "We should have said something a long time ago."
"Well, we can't go back in time. All I know is that I love her and I can't see her with anyone else ever again," Bucky's voice sounds like it's going to crack. He never cries but that is as close as it gets.
Steve reaches over you towards him, you can't see what he does but you know how Steve's comforting hands look on Bucky, you've seen it before. Sometimes they're even sweeter with each other than they are with you, when they think no one can see them, not even you. It's so clear that they love each other deeply, honestly it's surprising that they don't just date each other.
You hear Bucky hum in contentment and Steve gives a small soft laugh. It feels like a good time as any to pretend to wake up. You file away their words for another day, not ready to deal with them now in the wake of what’s happened. First, you need to heal the broken heart you're already nursing before thinking about giving it away again.
With a groan you turn from your side to your back, stretching and blinking your eyes open. They're lying on their sides, both resting their heads on their hands.
"What time is it?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
"Just past nine," Bucky informs you and brushes a few strands of hair out of your face.
"And you two are still here?"
"Just for you," Steve says softly and finds your hand, twisting your fingers together.
Both of them are early risers and you hate mornings, something they tease you for endlessly.
"Honestly though, have you already, like, gone for a run, had breakfast, and then sealed some important deal?"
"Nope." Bucky slides his arm in under your neck, placing the other hand on your hip, and pulls you closer to him. "We didn't want to leave in case you woke up."
Steve shuffles closer, his chest pressing into your shoulder.
"Didn't want you to think we left you all by yourself."
You hum and decide to ask "Would it be okay if I stay here a few days?"
"Sweets, stay as long as you want. It's your home as much as ours,” Steve answers.
"No,” you correct. “My name is definitely not on any papers for this house."
"We can fix that if that's what you want. Just move here."
Bucky is serious but you decide to laugh it off.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Like old times." he smiles.
"Except I have no desire to listen to the people you bring home scream and moan, got enough of that in college,” tumbles out of your mouth without really thinking of it. They exchange a look but before they can say anything you hastily continue.
"Do you think I need to break up with John, or do you think he got the message when I left?"
An uneasy silence falls and Bucky breaks it.
"I'm gonna be honest with you Sweets, I really wanna fucking kill him, and make it as painful and as horrifying for him as possible. Death will feel like a blessing in the end."
Steve speaks next.
"But it's your decision, and if you wanna press charges against him, we'll make our lawyers available."
It’s a lot to take in at that moment.
"I don't know,” you answer truthfully. “It still hurts, I'm still scared but I'm not sure what will make it better."
"When you've decided you let us know and we'll do whatever you want." Steve bends down to kiss the top of your head.
"If I see him on the street or something though I'm gonna punch him," Bucky says casually before letting go of you and getting out of bed. When his warmth leaves you, you whine and that makes him chuckle. He kneels on the bed and kisses your forehead.
"Steve will keep you company while I make breakfast."
"You mean go get what the chef has already prepared?" you joke.
Bucky shoots you a look before leaving the bedroom.
"We should be glad he isn't actually cooking. Remember when he tried to make pancakes for his girlfriend and almost burned down the apartment," Steve notes.
"That's because he got distracted. I mean, I'm glad I came out of my room when I did but the image of Bucky and her on the kitchen table still haunts me," you chuckle.
"You weren't exactly innocent back in those days either," Steve points out with a laugh.
"But I never did it on the communal surfaces," you defend with a huff.
"No, all we got was listening to you trying to stifle every sound and failing miserably."
"Well, at least I didn't break a wall while fucking someone."
"It was a shitty wall, never have that problem here."
"See that's why I don't wanna move here."
"We can soundproof your room?"
"Or I can just live in my apartment?"
Bucky comes back with a breakfast tray and places it on the bedside table before pulling out your phone from his pants.
"It's been buzzing nonstop since I got down," he explains and hands it to you right as the screen lights up with an incoming call.
"It's John," you tell them, and your chest floods with anxiety as you stare at the screen and sit up against the headboard.
"Answer it," Steve sits up beside you, his shoulder brushing yours.
Bucky is pressed against you much the same on your other side.
"On speaker," he instructs and takes out his own phone to record the call.
Your hands shake as you swipe to answer.
"H-hello." Your voice is wavering.
"Baby! I'm sorry for yesterday, I'm sorry I got mad. I've been calling since you left, I've been so worried. I checked your place but you weren't home. Where are you?" John says in a worried voice.
"I'm at a friend's house," you reply.
The feelings in your chest are conflicted, on one hand you never want to see him again but hearing his voice makes you remember that when he is good he is great, amazing even, and you would be lying if you said you didn't miss him. For the last few months, you gave it your all and you were even prepared to tell him you love him.
"I'll come and pick you up and let me apologize properly," he sounds pained like he is actually sorry for what he did. Fuck, it's so tempting to go back but you know better. You know that this is just the tip of the iceberg, and getting wine thrown in your face is probably not the worst that can happen.
"No, John." You try to sound confident but you're not sure it comes across. "I don't think it's going to work out between us."
The moment you say the words the tears well up and Steve starts rubbing your shoulder."
You're doing great," he whispers right by your ear so John doesn't hear.
"Are you-" John sounds shocked. "Are you breaking up with me… over the phone?"
"Yeah, sorry."
You cringe, you shouldn't be sorry.
"You scared me yesterday and I feel like I don't know you anymore."
"Babe you don't need to be scared of me, I would never hurt you I swear," he sounds like he is about to cry and a part of you wants to comfort him.
"You threw wine in my face and said some really mean things," you point out.
"I didn't mean any of that, I promise. You know I've had a lot on my plate lately and I didn't mean to take it out on you."
There is some part of you that desperately wants to believe him.
"That's not an excuse," you go on. "I'm not an object for you to take out your frustration on. It's not going to work John."
There is a long silence before he speaks again and now his voice is laced with rage instead. "Then you can come get your fucking things right now."
"John, please don't-" you start but he cuts you off.
"You fucking bitch, you lead me on for months and then you break up with me over the phone, because what? You think I’m gonna hit you or something?"
"Yeah, maybe," you answer truthfully.
"You're such a dumb bitch, I would never lay a hand on a woman I care about."
Both Steve and Bucky stir beside you. When you shoot them a glance they are both staring at the screen with murder in their eyes.
"Calling me names won't change my mind, John," it hurts when he says them, like an actual stab in the heart and it brings out more tears.
Bucky leans over and taps the mute button.
"There is no way you're going over there, we'll send Sam and Vis."
You nod and unmute while John is raging on about how dumb and useless you are and how he wishes he'd never wasted his time on you.
"I'm going to send some friends to pick up my things."
"Oh, so you won't even face me yourself?” his voice is unrecognizable now. “You know what? I'm glad for what I did, I'm not sorry anymore, you're obviously a fucking coward and not worth a second of my time."
Every ounce of fight is gone from you, you're just tired and want it to be over. You don’t want to listen to the hurtful words anymore so you simply say "Goodbye John," and don't even wait for a response before hanging up. You drop the phone into the sheets and bury your face in your hands, your body jerking with sobs.
Steve and Bucky’s arms go around you but you hardly notice, everything is just excruciating pain, your heart smashed into a million pieces. Twenty-four hours ago you were happy with a man you thought you knew, and loved, but now everything is broken and you're not sure what you’re going to do next.
It takes a long time for you to stop crying and when it finally ends you're exhausted, again. The coffee Bucky brought has gone cold but Steve holds a glass of juice to your lips and makes you take a few sips before coaxing some yogurt into your mouth.
"Steve is going to stay with you while I take care of a few things. If you need me, you tell him and I'll be right back," Bucky promises when he leaves the bed again, taking the tray with him out of the bedroom.
"Is he going to kill him?" you ask softly as you sink down under the covers. Steve puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest until your face is squished against it.
"No," his voice is soft. "Not without me."
"Steve…"
"Can you blame us, Sweets? John was lucky it was over the phone or else we would have beaten him into a pulp for saying those things."
"He never acted like that before," you whisper.
"I'm just happy you got out before he put his hands on you," Steve whispers back. "If you had shown up with bruises yesterday I might have lost it."
"I love you," you tell him and he kisses the top of your head.
"I love you too, Sweets, and I know Bucky feels just the same."
You hum and let the exhaustion take over.
They have switched when you wake the next time, you're in Bucky's arms and he is carding his fingers through your hair speaking quietly to you.
"Wake up Sweets, it's time for dinner."
Even if you’ve slept right through lunch you shake your head and swing your leg over his hip, clinging to him.
"Don't wanna get up," you whine.
"If you eat dinner, we can watch a movie on the couch afterward."
He knows just how to tempt you and you need something to try and take your mind off everything.
"Candy?" you pull back. Even if the light in the room is dim you can still see the blue in his eyes, and the crinkles at the corners when he smiles.
"You know we keep stock of everything you like, there is always something sweet for our Sweets."
You hug him hard. "I love you Bucky, you know that right?"
"I love you too, Sweets." He kisses the top of your head, much like Steve did earlier. "And I know Steve feels just the same."
That makes you giggle "Steve said the same thing."
"Well he is a smart man," he shrugs.
Bucky all but pulls you out of bed but he doesn't force you to change out of your pajamas. He leads you to the kitchen where Steve is plating the food and your stomach grumbles when you smell it. They have set the table with candles and it looks lovely but it also reminds you of your last candle-lit dinner.
Bucky sees the look on your face turns you away from it and tilts your chin up with his fingertips, "It’s…” he begins, hesitating, trying to find the right words. “We want to replace every bad memory, but if it’s too much too soon we’ll throw it all out.”
The scary thing is that he is serious. If you said the word they would throw everything out, but you don't want that, you want a nice dinner with them and try to get past what happened. Maybe it will help, maybe it won’t but you won’t know until you’ve tried. And if there is one thing you know for sure, it is that you are safe with them.
“It’s fine, I’ll try,” you promise with a smile before turning around to sit down at the table. Steve serves the food and Bucky pours you a glass of wine. After a few bites, Bucky brings up some stupid shit the three of you did a long time ago and through dinner, you reminisce about old times.
Since meeting John you haven't seen them as much because you learned early on that partners were weirded out or even jealous of what you had with them. Right now you can’t fathom why you would ever do that, because these two people are the best thing in your life.
You fold your napkin into your lap and look at them.
"I'm sorry for, like, ghosting you the last few months," you swallow hard. "I've been a shitty friend but you always take care of me when I need you, and I’m so thankful for that. I promise I’ll do better."
"It's okay sweets," Steve smiles and reaches over the table to grasp your hand.
Bucky takes the other and his thumb caresses your knuckles. "Don't apologize, there is no need." The lump in your throat is from love and not from sadness this time and you don't try to speak, just nod, squeezing their hands back.
Afterward, you cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie but ten minutes in you're already nodding off. When Steve and Bucky notice you're asleep they turn the TV off and Steve carries you up to Bucky's bedroom.
"She has work tomorrow," Bucky whispers and pulls the cover up over your body.
"Fuck, should we wake her?" Steve asks back.
"No, let her sleep, she starts at nine so if we let her sleep til seven it should be fine."
Fortunately, the alarm on your phone goes off as usual but when you turn to snooze it, you instead roll into a warm chest. Steve grumbles and reaches for your phone, handing it to you before seizing you around the waist, and burying his face in your neck.
“Hey, I have to get up,” you mutter. It feels like your eyes are filled with sand and your head is pounding but you have to go to work nonetheless.
“You don’t have to work,” he speaks into your skin and it makes a tingling feeling travel through you.
“Don’t be silly, let go of me,” you chuckle and detangle yourself. The other side of the bed is empty, Bucky already up. You drag yourself over to your room to shower before getting ready and eating breakfast. Steve insists on driving you to work and Bucky comes and sees you off with a long hug and a kiss on your hair.
“I’ve put Clint and Peter to watch your apartment and Sam and Vis are going to be outside your work all day, Sweets.”
“Thank you, Bucky.”
When Steve drops you off he points out the car.
"If you see John or you for any other reason feel unsafe you can go to them right away, or call us,” he tucks a strand of hair in behind your ear. “Don’t hesitate. You mean everything to us and we want to keep you safe, Sweets,”
You nod.
“Thank you, Steve,” you whisper, leaning over the console to kiss his cheek before heading to work.
What you told yourself would only be a few days, turns into a few weeks and now it’s almost two months. Despite your initial refusal, you’re enjoying living with them again. A few times after the break-up, John tried to contact you and every time the phone started buzzing and your anxiety spiked you found one of them and they helped you through it.
You haven’t slept in your room once and neither has Steve, it's always the three of you sleeping in Bucky's bed. It could be because Bucky has an expensive bed that you sleep so soundly, but in the back of your head, you know it’s because their presence calms you.
If Bucky or Steve can't drive you to work, someone else does, your own car is still parked on the street by your apartment and you don’t have any desire to go get it. But you do miss some of your clothes, and toiletries, so maybe you should take it as a sign that you need to go back.
After getting home from work that day you walk up to their office, a little apprehensive. Both of them are leaning over the desk when you poke your head in, their cuffs rolled up, exposing their underarms. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, they look too good. Steve sees you first and a smile splits his face.
“Hey Sweets, have a good day at work?”
Bucky turns and opens his arms towards you when you step into the room. His hug is warm and comforting and you answer Steve’s question with a yes, before taking a step back from them.
"I know I said I was only going to stay a few days but it's been way more than that now, so I think I'll go back to my place after work tomorrow."
You try to sound as neutral as possible, neither sad nor happy, just stating a fact.
"No," Bucky breathes, fists tightening at his sides.
"I agree with Bucky, don't leave," Steve's voice is calm and his face doesn’t give much away but his eyes are betraying him, they’re too glossy, too wide, and too filled with fear to miss.
The other reason you need to go back home is the way they are treating you and touching you. It’s making your feelings run wild and you can't have that, you can’t risk losing them too. And if that wasn't enough they've invaded your dreams with their touches and words, making you wake up aching for them in a way that is totally inappropriate.
"I can't stay, you know that," you sigh.
"No, I don't." Bucky is frustrated, staring at you. "I really fucking don't know why you can't stay. We love having you here and you seem to love being here. Just stay."
His mood is making you defensive, you don't want to explain that you're obviously catching feelings soon after getting out of something traumatic. You need to think, and every time you wake up drenched, tucked in between them you are seconds away from ruining everything by confessing or honestly just taking one of their hands and pushing it in between your legs, hoping they will help you get off.
"I need my own space, Bucky," you cross your arms and glare at him.
"You have your own room," he states and takes a step closer.
"That I don't use anyway," you reply and take a step back.
"Because you don't want to!" His raised voice silences you not because you're scared but because he's right. Bucky isn’t stupid and he's not the type to sugarcoat things when he's upset.
Your heart is hammering.
"No I don't want to," you confess with a breath. "But I need to."
Then you turn to go but only get a step from the desk before Steve grabs your wrist. He spins you into his chest, Bucky coming up behind you, boxing you in between them. Bucky's head falls on your shoulder. "I can't let you go again, Sweets, I can't do it."
Your mind flashes back to the morning when you pretended to sleep and heard them talking. The breath in your chest hitches as you look up into Steve's blue-green eyes. “I’m with him, Sweets,” he says in a low voice and cups your cheek with his large hand. “You belong here, with us.”
Your mouth opens and you try to protest but it dies on your tongue and Steve takes the opportunity to continue. "We love you, more than anything, we want you to be ours, more than just our best friend. Live with us, be with us in every sense of the word. All three of us, together," his voice wavers at the end.
The words sink in slowly. Be with them. Be theirs. Stay. Your body is aching to say yes and your heart is about to beat its way out of your chest.
“But…”
“All I know is that I feel incomplete without you, like a part of my soul is somewhere else, and the only time I'm at peace is when I'm with you two. I can't keep living like a part of me is missing. So I'm asking you, please stay, please help us figure this out and be with us."
Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist.
"Every time I see you with someone else my heart gets ripped out of my chest and I've tried to be with other people, we both have, but in the end, they’re not you."
Their confessions break down your defenses as their words ring true. In all your relationships over the years, there's always been something missing but you've never been able to figure out what. There's been passion and there's been love but it's always lacking something and now you think you get it. It has lacked them and the deep connection you share through years and years of friendship. Feeling stupid about wanting to leave and thinking you weren’t ready to be with them makes tears well in your eyes. Whatever it is you three can figure it out, it may not be traditional but it beats being unhappy.
"Don't cry, Sweets." Steve runs his thumb over your cheek. You lean your head into his chest, nodding against it.
"I'll stay," you sniffle.
The arms around your waist tighten and Bucky speaks into your shoulder. "Really Sweets?" he sounds like he’s worried that maybe you're joking.
"Really Bucky," you promise, wrapping your arms around Steve and hugging him close. For a moment it’s just the three of you enveloped in your shared love but then Bucky rights himself and you look up at him over your shoulder, matching his silly smile.
He leans in like he is about to kiss you but he stops himself, his eyes searching yours for something, and it's scary. If you take the plunge everything will change, or maybe it won't, but it feels like an earthquake is rolling through your life, upsetting everything and if you let him kiss you it will be real. But that's what you want.
"Please?" you ask him and his whole face lights up before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours.
It could be described as fireworks, an erupting volcano, or maybe feeling the first rays of sunlight on your skin after years in darkness, but nothing will come close to the feeling of being kissed by Bucky.
It's a chaste kiss with just his lips moving carefully against yours. It's over quicker than you want but in his place is Steve, turning your head back towards him and descending on you. His fingers run through your hair and he opens your mouth to let his tongue play with yours, the feeling once again indescribable, it's just the feeling of right. Everything about it feels right.
Even if the kiss is slow when he pulls back your breathing is labored and you're clutching his shirt.
"I-" you begin but can’t find any words. That kiss ignited something inside you, it's like you're seeing color for the first time, everything is clearer and sharper. What even was your life before?
"Are doing okay Sweets?" Bucky asks next to your ear and you nod in response. When his soft lips caress the side of your neck you whimper and lean your head to give him better access, he chuckles against your skin, nipping it and making you gasp.
"I wanna eat you up, find out what you taste like everywhere."
It’s a badly kept secret that Bucky has a marking kink. You’ve seen his exes, you know he's possessive and likes to leave marks. You can't wait to have them on you so you whisper, "Mark me.”
Steve chuckles above you. "She knows you, Bucky," he says with a smile.
"You too, Steve, please?" You’re almost begging, but not quite, just asking nicely.
"You want me to give you a hickey?" he asks with a crooked smile but those eyes are too easy to read. He craves you.
"Or a bruise, or a bite mark, something, anything,"
"Fuck…" His face changes to match his dark eyes. "You want everyone to know you belong to us, Sweets?" he asks with a hoarse voice and you feel the large bulge in his pants press against your stomach.
You nod, biting your lip.
"Show me how you do it, Bucky.”
They spin you around and Bucky grabs at the collar of your blouse, pulling harshly, sending the buttons flying over the office.
“Hey-” you begin but he pulls the fabric aside exposing the juncture between your shoulder and neck. First, he sinks his teeth in, hard enough for you to hiss but not breaking the skin, then he closes his lips and sucks.
It's painful but the act in itself makes you throb. When he pulls back you release your breath but Steve is quick to pull the neckline on the other side and do the exact same thing.
He is gentler but when he's done there is still a purple bruise on your skin.
"Fuck me," you whimper against Bucky.
"Yes, Sweets, we will. Long and hard until you can't take it anymore. We're going to ruin you." Steve promises before he grabs you and lifts you up, spinning you so you can wrap your legs around him as he starts walking to the bedroom, Bucky right behind you. You reach your hand out towards him and he grabs it, kissing your palm and knuckles.
"We're going to take care of you Sweets, you'll never want for anything," he promises with a wicked smirk.
Steve places you on the edge of the bed and stands up, looking down at you. Bucky comes up beside him, resting his forearm on Steve's shoulder.
"Look at our sweets, can you believe it?" Bucky asks.
Steve turns to him with a smile.
"Yes."
Then he places two fingers under Bucky's chin, turning his head before kissing him. It's heated, filthy and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. You squeeze your legs together to alleviate some of the pressure you're feeling in your cunt.
Their kiss shows that it's nothing new, they've obviously done it before and you're a little mad that they have withheld this from you.
When Steve starts pulling on Bucky's clothes you can't keep the moan from slipping out. They both break away and turn to you and you feel small in the best way possible.
"Did you like that?" Bucky asks before leaning down and kissing you.
The knowledge that his tongue was just in Steve's mouth and is now sliding against yours makes you moan again. You start undoing the buttons on his shirt and he pulls on your top. When you separate, he pulls it off and you’re left in just your bralette. Steve makes a sound in the back of his throat at the sight and starts taking off his own clothes.
Bucky kneels in front of you on the floor, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off, while you stare at Steve as more and more skin is revealed. He holds your gaze the whole time and you bite your lip when he starts at his pants. His chest and forearms are huge, covered in tattoos but in no way hiding the muscle underneath. It makes your mouth water and your cunt clench.
Bucky starts kissing up your bare leg, beginning at your ankles and slowly working his way up your calve and the inside of your thigh. When you're still staring at Steve he nips your skin.
"I know he's gorgeous but when I eat your pussy I want your eyes on me, Sweets." He tries to look offended but his pupils are blown wide with lust.
Just the thought of him between your legs makes a shiver run through you and your cunt impossibly wetter. Nodding at him you caress the side of his face and watch him, the closer he gets, the more you start to tremble with need. No one had ever made you feel so needy and horny.
Bucky kisses your cunt through your underwear, making you gasp.
"Please Bucky, I need you."
"I know, I can smell how fucking wet you are Sweets." He twists your panties out of the way. "Fuck, Steve, look at her, she's dripping."
Steve, in just his underwear now, slides his fingers gently through the mess, making you tremble and moan, before bringing the fingers to his mouth and holding your gaze as he licks them clean.
Then Bucky's mouth is on you, his tongue licking from your core up to your clit.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck-" you cry and grab the sheets under you, bucking up into his touch.
Steve chuckles and gets behind you on the bed. "He looks like he's in heaven, Sweets. He has wanted you for so long."
You feel his fingers undo the clasp of your bra and then slide it off. His hands cup your tits a second later, making more sounds spill out of your mouth. His fingers rub, caress, and pull on your nipples while Bucky is hurdling you toward your climax.
"I'm- I'm gonna-" Your legs shake and you grab Steve's arm with one hand, the other going to Bucky's head, grabbing his short hair.
Every muscle in your body tenses right before the coil snaps, making you scream out your release, riding Bucky's face and feeling the pleasure-filled waves travel through your body.
You slump against Steve's and he holds you. Bucky pulls back with a shit-eating grin, wiping his face with the back of his hand, saying "Fuck Sweets," before he stands up and starts taking off his clothes.
You already feel amazing, high off your orgasm but you want more and Steve's hard-on is pressing into your back. You turn around on the bed.
"Move up," you tell him and his smirk is knowing but he does as you say and moves to sit against the headboard.
You rid yourself of your drenched panties before grabbing his boxers and pulling them off.
"Eager Sweets?" he chuckles and fists his cock as soon as it's free. It's thick and long as him and you can't fucking wait. You bite your lip before asking "Condom?"
"I know we should but I want to feel you raw Sweets,” he confesses. “Are you on birth control?"
"Sure, and I got tested the week after…" you trail off not wanting the bad memories to ruin the moment.
Bucky's heat is suddenly behind you, grabbing your hair and forcing your head back to kiss you deeply. When he lets go he says, "Steve and I got tested like a week before you moved in and I've not even looked another person's way since then."
Steve laughs "And I haven't fucked anyone either so get over here and ride my cock Sweets."
To say you scramble is an accurate description, quickly shuffling over to him and straddling his hips. You hold onto his shoulders as he swipes the head of his cock through your mess, holding it still for you to sink down on.
All three of you moan in unison as his dick disappears into your tight hot channel.
The grip Steve has on your hips is almost bruising and the look on his face is painful.
“F-fuck. Sweets. Damn.”
Is all he gets out. You lean in, kissing his cheeks and chin and lips, and start to move, slowly, the feeling is amazing, he's filling you up to the brim perfectly.
"Feels so good," you stutter and then drop down hard.
"I'm never watching porn again," Bucky says from behind you and you watch him over your shoulder, kneeling on the bed and jerking his cock. You whine in the back of your throat, you want him too, so you reach for him as you bounce on Steve's cock, making him spill the most delicious sounds.
Bucky shuffles over and you grab his dick in your hand, he's big enough that it doesn't fit all the way around. His hand lands on Steve's shoulder to steady himself and Steve reaches out to place a hand on his hip.
The sounds the three of you make fill the room. It's moans, groans, and whimpers, the sound of slapping skin and squelching wetness. Your clit is steadily rubbing against Steve, getting you closer and closer. Bucky is panting heavily, Steve is too.
"Sweets, I can feel you. Are you gonna come on my cock?" Steve is trying to sound unaffected and failing miserably, but he continues to spill filth that rushes you toward the edge.
"When I've filled you up, Bucky is gonna fuck my cum right back into you, aren't you Buck?"
"Fuck yes," he groans before leaning in and kissing you deeply. “I wanna see you come on his cock Sweets.”
"Next time I wanna feel both of you come in me at the same time," you whimper.
"Sweets, you goddamn slut." Steve groans with a laugh and bucks up into you harder. "Tell us more! Please! I want to hear every filthy little thought hidden inside that mind."
You turn to look at Bucky. "I want both of you in every hole. I want you to use me like I'm a toy and worship me like a queen," you tell him, then turn to Steve.
"Put my name on the house and celebrate it by fucking in every room, on every surface, show me all of your kinks, give me everything."
Steve's eyes are screwed shut and he's let go of Bucky to grab your hips, pulling you down onto his big cock.
"Keep going," you urge him, your release just a few thrusts away. But he's too close and before you can get there he suddenly sits up to wrap his arms around your waist, crushing you against his chest, thrusting up hard, and comes with a loud moan of your name.
You feel wild, right on the edge of ecstasy but left dangling in mid-air. With pleading eyes and a whine you look at Bucky who smirks at you before pulling you away from Steve and laying you on your back. A second later he fills you up, the sound of his cock pushing through Steve's mess is as sweet as it's nasty.
"Please, Bucky, please," you beg.
"Yeah I know, don't worry, not gonna blow my load early," he taunts over his shoulder at Steve who just gives him the finger.
"Understand him though, you’re so tight and warm Sweets. Makes me a bit crazy. I just want to fill you up over and over again," he confesses.
"I need to-" you begin but he cuts you off.
"Rub your clit for me. Come on my cock," he demands but you know something that is even better than your own fingers and you reach out your arm.
"Steve," you plead and he crawls over to you and lays down beside you, pushing his hand in between your bodies, finding your clit.
You arch off the bed with his touch, hands clutching Bucky's arms as he rams into you. The dual sensation is amazing and with how close you were seconds ago the end approaches quickly. Your moans get louder the closer you get and both Bucky and Steve praise you the whole way through.
"You sound so fucking pretty."
"I can barely move you gripping me so tight."
"You're so good at taking cock, Sweets. First mine and now Bucky's, it's like you were made for us."
You nod at the last thing and the pressure in your body is breaking, making your muscles convulse, almost pushing Bucky out with how hard you're coming, screaming their names as you do.
"Fuck! Yes, Sweets!" Bucky’s laugh is a little manic as he works you through it. "I'm going to fill our sweet little cunt with more cum."
His hips stutter against you before he groans out your name and collapses on top of you. You run your fingers over his sweaty back and kiss his cheek. Then you turn to Steve, smiling at him beside you. "He's heavy," you complain.
Both of them laugh and Bucky rolls off before they move until you're squeezed in between them, their cum running down your legs, making a mess on the bed. Fortunately, you have at least two other beds to sleep in.
For a few months, you're walking on air. In a throuple with your two best friends, amazing sex, luxury beyond what you could have ever imagined. They constantly spoil you and they've tried to convince you to quit your job since you don't need to work when you're with them.
Tonight you're in another fancy restaurant. Bucky is trying to feed you chocolate cake because it's romantic but you tell him over and over again that you can eat by yourself. Suddenly Steve stiffens beside you and since he isn't known to have tells, you immediately get worried and follow his gaze.
John is standing at the door with a pretty girl on his arm, talking to the waiter and then being shown to a table. Next to yours.
When your eyes meet he stops for a second and his date shoots confused looks between the two of you, before you nod and he nods back, then moves again and sits down.
Steve asks for the check and you're out of your seat and outside the restaurant in no time. Bucky holds your coat as you put it on and a moment later Steve comes out too. His eyes are black with hate and when you're finally in the car you realize that you can't live like this.
"I think-" you begin, swallowing then clearing your throat, "I think I'm going to need those lawyers."
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Riding into the night - Biker!Bucky/Reader
✦ Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader
✦ Word count: ~7,8k
✦ Rating: Explicit
✦ Warnings/tags: AU, kind of soft!dark!Bucky, smut, fluff, past asshole partners mentioned, squirting, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spanking, spitting, edging, dirty talk, praise, degradation if you squint, breeding kink if you squint, manhandling, vaginal sex, condom, cum shot, pet names (Fairy).
✦ Summary: One of the bikers caught your attention as they tumbled inside. Tall, broad, covered in tattoos, and wearing a leather vest. Essentially no different from the rest of the gang. But those blue eyes met yours and for a second the world stood still. It was only you and him.
✦ Note: I don't know how to play pool, just go with it! 😂 This is also posted on my AO3
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It was Yelena's bachelorette party and after dinner and clubbing, she insisted you find a less respectable place to round out the night.
That’s how you end up in the sleazy bar at the edge of town that smells of sweat, stale beer, and badly fried food. The drinks are watered down but it doesn't tamper the mood of the party, because they have a few pool tables strewn about, and you never miss an opportunity to crush your friends with a few good games. The only problem is the group of bikers that rolled in fifteen minutes ago, filling up the rather empty bar with their loud voices.
As you're bending over the table to aim you can't shake the feeling of being watched. It throws off your concentration and you don’t hit the ball where you want, making you fail the shot. Righting yourself you sigh with irritation.
"That's not like you," Natasha points out as she gets ready for her turn.
With a shrug you say, "Maybe I'd just had too much to drink."
Yelena snorts, "I've seen you drunk enough to barely stand and still beat everyone."
She waggles her eyebrows, "I think it's a pair of blue eyes that's distracting you."
You give her the finger, but you know exactly what she's talking about. One of the bikers caught your attention as they tumbled inside. Tall, broad, covered in tattoos, and wearing a leather vest. Essentially no different from the rest of the gang. But those blue eyes met yours and for a second the world stood still. It was only you and him. It felt as if diving into a clear blue lake on a hot summer day with not a problem in the world for you to care about. Then you realized you were staring and quickly looked away, breaking the small hypnosis.
Despite having had the most to drink all night, Yelena's observation skills never evade her. She saw what happened and she'd be damned if she let an opportunity to taunt you go to waste.
Quickly shooting a glance at the table, you find the man with the blue eyes. Unabashedly he's staring at you from where he sits. The others around him are talking, laughing, being rowdy, but not him. He takes a drink from his beer in silence, tattooed fingers holding the bottle, and never once does his gaze waver from you. His dark hair is in a ponytail but small strands have broken free to be tucked behind his ears.
You wouldn't say you have a type, but if you did, it wouldn't be him. You like nice guys. So far not anyone you've dated has had a single tattoo. On the other hand, you don't have to date him to fuck him. And that is something you're in desperate need of.
"And now she doesn't even realize it's her turn!"
Carol breaks you from your musings and you look at the pool table. Shaking out your shoulders you try to dispel the feeling of eyes boring into your neck. Surveying what you have in front of you, a plan forms in your mind.
"Oh, I know that look!" Natasha shouts unnecessarily loud. She’s had the second most to drink through the night. You and Carol on the other hand are as close to sober as it gets.
Taking a breath, you get into position. In quick succession, you hit three shots dead on and they go right where they should, but when you move to the fourth, Carol is leaning against the edge.
"You're in the way," you tell her.
"I know!" she smiles.
"Can you move?"
"No, unfortunately not."
You try to push her off but she's solid muscles. Natasha and Yelena laugh at your failed attempts.
"You know I'm going to win this anyway, right?"
"I don't have to make it easy for you," she points out.
There is only one other option if you want to make the shot. So you climb up, sitting down on the edge to lean awkwardly past Carol.
Just as you move the cue, she taps the edge, causing it to graze the top of the ball and then slide off.
"Hey!" Hopping down, you poke her with the stick. "That's cheating!"
"It's not like you to miss, are you feeling okay?" she grins.
"You're such a sore loser, you know that?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"My turn!" Natasha yells and shoves you to the side.
You take a few steps back and walk into something solid. Craning your neck to look up over your shoulder you freeze.
It's him.
The heat from his chest warms you and you're enveloped in his smell of fuel, beer, and cologne that is in no way unpleasant.
"How about I buy you a drink as compensation for losing?” his smooth voice asks.
That should make you mad because technically you didn't lose, Carol sabotaged you, but it's hard to conjure those feelings when your insides feel as if they’re liquefying. Instead, you nod dumbly before turning to your friends.
"Hey, is it okay-," you start but Yelena won't let you finish. She just waves her hand in a shooing motion and the others don't acknowledge your supposed question.
"I'm just going to put this back," you gesture with your cue, but another, equally tall biker comes up beside the man with the blue eyes.
His hair is shorter and blond, cute, but not as drop-dead gorgeous as the other.
"I'll take it, play your last rounds," he smiles and grabs the stick, before making his way to your friends.
With a grin, the man with the blue eyes nods his head towards the bar and you follow the short distance. When both of you have taken your places on the high chairs he asks, "What do you want?"
"Just a beer's fine," you shrug.
He orders from the bartender and then turns to you.
"I'm Bucky," he says. After introducing yourself you ask, "Is that your real name or is it your ‘biker-name’?".
He chuckles and puts a strand of long hair behind his ear.
"It's actually a nickname I've had since I was a kid. And Steve," he gestures to the big guy who took your pool cue earlier, "Has always called me that. My legal name is James."
"But you prefer Bucky?"
He shrugs, "I don't think anyone has called me James in a long time."
"It's a pretty name, but Bucky sounds cooler. Way more biker!” you smile.
That makes him laugh and you find yourself beaming. There is just something about him. He looks tough on the outside but you have a feeling he's a big teddy bear on the inside, and hearing him laugh makes you giddy.
The beer gets lower in your glass as you talk. He buys you another one but is still sipping on his first.
"Not a fan of beer?" you ask.
"I want to be able to get home in one piece later, and getting drunk is a recipe for crashing."
"Have you ever crashed?"
"Multiple times, but never anything severe."
"What kind of bike do you have?"
"I can show you." There is a glint in his eyes that makes your gut clench most pleasantly.
"I would love to!"
When you hop off the stool, you lose your balance for a second. Yelena insisted that you all wear heels but you're not used to it in any way. Luckily, Bucky is quick with his arm, putting it around your waist and pulling you into his side to steady you.
"Woah there, lightweight. I didn’t know anyone could get drunk off that beer."
"I'm not drunk, it's these damn shoes! lost my balance!"
"I better keep my arm around you, just to be safe."
His smile is warm and playful and it’s as if his touch is burning your skin through your clothes. Your heart speeds up, fingertips tingle.
"Yeah, just to be safe," you answer in a low voice.
His eyelids lower, blue eyes turning stormy. Electricity crackles between you and you wonder what he tastes like. But making out in the middle of a bar feels weird so instead you say, "About the bike?"
"Yeah, the bike,” he murmurs and it takes a second or two for him to start moving again.
Before you leave, you stop by the pool table where the majority of the bikers have joined the small party. Someone has taken the tiara Yelena previously wore and put it on Steve's head. Another guy is wearing her sash. She's telling them about her wife-to-be, showing them all the cute pictures she's taken of Kate. As you pass Natasha you tell her, "We're just going to look at his bike."
She eyes you up and down.
"If that is some biker-slang for sex, just say that instead."
Bucky howls with laughter as you punch her in the arm, telling her to fuck off. She brushes her skin.
"I think there are mosquitoes in here."
Before you can give her a piece of your mind Bucky drags you outside. It’s a warm evening and you’re glad because you only have a thin blouse on.
"You're not a mosquito,” he comforts. “You’re too pretty for that, more like a fairy covered in all that glitter.”
Your tummy loops when he calls you pretty and you look down at yourself. At some point, Carol had produced a can of glitter spray to drench all of you in.
"I think there is a joke in there about sucking, but I can't find it right now,” you tell him instead, which makes him chuckle before stopping in front of a huge black bike. It's one of those chopper-esc things, not the sporty kind, and in the light from the streets, it looks menacing.
"That's a monster," you point out.
"It's not that bad."
"It's standing still and I'm scared of it."
Bucky moves you from his side to the front of him, making you take a few steps closer. Then he grabs your wrist and puts your hand on the handlebar.
"See, it's not so scary," his voice is low, right by your ear, making you shiver.
"Yeah, it is," you mumble.
"Promise I won't let anything happen to you if you hop on."
You look up at him over your shoulder.
"You underestimate how clumsy I am. What if it tips over?"
"It won't,"
"Just, don't kill me when it happens, okay?"
What he says next is so faint you almost don't catch it.
"There are other punishments I would rather use."
Somehow your brain filters that into the purely sexual category and another shiver runs through you. Yeah, Bucky seems like the person who would administer sexual punishments. That is something you've never explored before but it still sends a tingle of excitement down your stomach.
Ignoring it for the moment you swing your leg over the saddle and settle on the seat. The tank in front of you has a huge red star on it and you trace it with your fingertips.
"How does that feel?" he smiles down at you. The shadows make him look as menacing as his bike but he feels a lot less scary.
"Okay, I guess," you shrug and try to reach the handlebars but your arms are too short to properly grip them.
"How do you even…?"
"Scoot over and I'll show you." He gestures and you slide backward before he gets on like he's never done anything else in his life, gripping the handles without a problem.
"Should I start it up?" he asks over his shoulder.
You shake your head vigorously, "Absolutely not!"
He gets off the bike, just to straddle it the opposite way so he's turned towards you. First, he grabs your legs and puts them over his thighs, then pulls you closer with his hands on your waist. Your breathing gets shallow being so close to him.
"Then how am I supposed to take you home, Fairy?"
You grab a hold of his vest to steady yourself.
"You wanna take me home?"
"It's all I've been thinking about since I walked through the door tonight," he confesses.
"Oh," you just answer. His hands are warm through your blouse, the blue eyes piercing despite the low light. There is no denying you want him, you do, but going off with a stranger makes you weary.
"Come on Fairy, tell me you don't feel the same?"
"Yeah I do, it's just that I don't know you."
You brush your hands inside his vest, letting them travel over the broad expanse of his chest, feeling him through his t-shirt.
For a moment you sit quietly and touch each other. Your brain is going a million miles per hour, weighing pros and cons. Bucky doesn’t seem like a psychopath who will rape and murder you. But on the other hand, he might as well be.
"Then how about this," he suggests. "I go back in there and let your friends take a pic of me, leave my address and if you don't check in by midnight they can call the police."
Your mouth hangs open.
"You want to fuck me that bad?"
"I don't think you understand," he seems a little frustrated and his hands harden at your waist even though his voice stays soft. Leaning down, brushing his nose against yours, he explains, "Not only are you the sexiest thing I've seen in a long while. You're gorgeous. On top of that, I've learned in the last hour, that you’re funny and sweet too. So indulge me, let me take you home and show you just how good I can make you feel."
Your mouth is dry as a desert. No one has ever spoken to you like that before. No one has in such a short time made you feel so desired.
Finally, you decide to go with your gut, hoping it’s not going to turn out to be a terrible mistake. "Okay, Bucky," you nod.
With a wicked smile, he gets off the bike and walks back to the bar. You take out your phone and quickly write in the group chat, telling them your location is on and sending them a picture of his bike with the red star showing.
It takes longer for Bucky to come back than you thought it would and when he emerges, you notice his vest is gone.
"What happened?"
"That red-headed friend of yours gave me a stern talking to, and made me leave the vest."
"Why?"
"She said it seemed important to me, and you're important to her, and if I do something to hurt you she's going to do unspeakable things to the vest and my reputation."
That makes you laugh. Natasha may antagonize you on a regular basis but she's also fiercely protective.
He snatches a helmet from the bike beside and turns to you.
"Ever ridden one of these before?"
"Not a motorcycle! I've ridden a regular bike."
He huffs at that before listing off some do's and don'ts.
"But the most important thing," he finishes. "Is that you hold on to me really tight."
He smirks, before putting the helmet on your head, tightening the straps. It's a little big but you don't think it will come off.
Bucky gets on and the bike roars to life. Telling you to hold on to him was unnecessary because the moment the sound and feel of the bike hits you, your arms go around his waist and grab onto his clothes. Your heart is hammering and you feel a nervous sweat run down your neck.
He never puts a helmet on and before you know it you're flying down the streets.
You have no idea how much time passes or where you are in the city since you’re devoting all of your concentration to hanging onto him. Finally, he slows down and drives into a parking garage attached to a high-rise building. Cars stand in neat rows and he parks in an unoccupied space before getting off.
With shaky fingers, you try to open the clasp to the helmet but fail three times before he notices and does it for you.
"That bad huh?" he asks as he hangs the helmet on the handle.
"I don't think I can stand," you confess.
As you get off, Bucky holds you to his chest until the ground stabilizes around you. You take the opportunity to study him. There are crow's feet at the edge of his eyes that tell you he smiles a lot. Above the cleft in his chin is his full lips that you've been eyeing for most of the evening. They look soft and delicious.
Your hands travel up and braid behind his neck. Experimentally you pull, seeing if he'll follow, and he does.
"I think a kiss would also help," you hint.
"Who am I to say no," he hums in response.
As he bends down, you rise up and your lips meet halfway. At first, it's slow but you're both a bit desperate and it quickly gets heavier. Your finger loosens the hair tie and tangles in his long strands, pulling lightly, drawing a pleased sound from his throat. In response, he cups your ass and lifts you off the ground to pull you closer. A surprised moan leaves you before you wrap your legs around his waist and he starts walking. He breaks away just so he can find the button for the elevator, then he is right back to your lips.
Inside, he presses you up against the wall hard enough to get his hands free. They slide up your sides, in under your blouse, making you sigh into his mouth from contentment, fisting the hair at the nape of his neck harder, pressing him closer. Too quickly, but also not quickly enough the elevator dings with the announcement of its arrival on the floor.
Once again Bucky carries you to the door where he fumbles with the keys before getting it open, never breaking from your mouth.
You don't see much of the inside of his apartment because as soon as the door shuts you start pulling at his clothes, wanting them off, to feel his warm skin. The sheets are blue and the bed soft you notice as he places you down on it. With pants and blouse off, the next thing that goes is your bra and he stops the feverish kissing long enough to take you in.
"Fairy," his voice is grovely. "Fuck!" Is all he says before he gently cups your tits, thumbing your nipples and drawing small pleased sounds from you. The fabric of your panties is soaked and every pass over your sensitive peaks shoots another bolt of desire through you.
"Bucky! Can you… please!" you try. It's hard to form words. In an alarmingly short period, he’s got you unbelievably horny and all you can think about is that you need to be touched, to come!
Still playing with your tits he asks, "What do you need Fairy? Tell me what I can do for you."
"Take the rest of your damn clothes off and eat me out, or finger me, or something! I'm dying!"
"We don't want that now do we?" he smirks and bends down enough to give each of your nipples a kiss. When the last of his clothes go, you suck in a breath because he looks fucking divine. Just like his arms and fingers, his chest and abdomen are covered in tattoos but it doesn't hide the powerful muscles underneath.
“You are… wow…” you tell him and swallow roughly. Before you have time to inspect every swirl of ink, he climbs onto the bed and starts up where he left off. His mouth trailing down from your sternum, over your stomach, dragging his teeth tantalizingly over your hip bones, kissing your mound before carefully ridding you of your underwear.
He spreads you with his thumbs, moaning when he sees how wet you are.
"Fairy, I think your cunt likes me," he teases. You're about to grip his head and shove his mouth to where you need it, telling him to shut up and get going, but luckily he doesn’t waste any more time.
The cry of pleasure that leaves your mouth is probably heard by the neighbors. Feeling him work you over sends your head spinning and your body twitching. With his tongue and his lips, he tries different pressures and speeds just to see what makes you moan the loudest.
"Fingers, Bucky! I need your fingers!" you tell him and seconds later two thick digits start pumping in and out of you, crooking every now and then to find the right spot.
It builds inside you in no time, the dual sensation making it brilliant. But what you feel as you near the edge makes you put your hands against his forehead, pushing and saying, "Wait! Bucky, stop."
Hastily he pulls away, fingers leaving you, eyes wide and confused as he sits up.
"What is it? Did I hurt you?"
Panting heavily, trying to get your quivering body under control, you wave your hand.
"No, no, it's fine! Don't worry!"
Then he dares touch you again. His hands slide up and down your inner thighs in a soothing gesture.
"Tell me what's wrong. Do you want to stop?" His voice is as soft as his gaze on you.
"God no, I don't want to stop! It's just, ehm…" you feel the embarrassment in your chest, heating you from the inside in an unpleasant way.
"Please tell me, Fairy. We can do whatever you want."
You try to explain in as roundabout terms as possible, "Sometimes… when it's really good… I can't control what my body does."
If you had been smart you would have had this conversation before getting into bed with him, but you weren’t, so now you have to face the unpleasant consequences.
"Fairy, what are you saying?"
Burying your face in your hands you continue, "Sometimes it's only a little and sometimes it's a lot, but I don't know beforehand so it's better to stop and let me calm down a bit."
There is a beat of silence before his command cuts through it, "Look at me."
Slowly you lower your hands.
"Were you about to squirt?" he asks point blank.
"I hate that word,” you mutter.
"Tell me, Fairy," he commands again.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I can't control it, it happens!”
You’ve had this conversation before, usually after it was already too late and you know how it goes. Luckily you remembered to stop. You’re not sure you would have been able to live it down if it had happened with Bucky.
But he does not look happy at all, his eyes near slits, and you reach out towards him, letting your palms graze along his arms to placate him. “I've calmed down now so we can keep going if you want. It rarely happens when I have sex so we can just do that!"
"No," his cold tone answers and your stomach drops. Before you can crawl off the bed to go home he says, "Turn over, ass up, head down."
"Bucky, I can just…" You aim your thumb at the door but he doesn’t acknowledge the gesture, only telling you, "Do it, Fairy."
Confused but also curious you turn over on your stomach and bring your knees in under you, doing as you’re told. His hands start making slow steady circles over your ass, caressing and squeezing.
"Have you ever been spanked before?"
"What?"
"You heard me. Have you?"
"No… not really…"
"So, because you robbed me of your fountain orgasm I'm going to spank you as a punishment. And then you're going to turn over again and I'm going to make you come until you've ruined the sheets. Are we clear, Fairy?"
"But, I just thought-,” you begin but he interrupts you.
"Whatever someone has said to you before to make you think that you don't deserve to come as hard as you can, makes me so fucking angry. I want all of your pleasure, Fairy, and you're going to give it to me. Understand?"
Once again you’re surprised by his words and you give yourself the benefit of the doubt that he knows what he’s in for.
With a soft voice, you tell him, "I understand Bucky," and arch your back, showing him that you're ready.
"Fucking beautiful."
The sting to your ass is more pleasure than pain. With every impact from his hand, a jolt goes to your cunt. If you were wet before, you're dripping by the time he declares you're done. Each of your ass cheeks gets a kiss before he pushes at your hip and makes you lay on your back again, the sheets cool against your heated skin. He crawls up over you, giving you a long hard kiss.
"How are you feeling?"
"Very horny," you confess.
"Ready to come for me?"
"Absolutely, Bucky!"
In no time, he’s back between your legs and starts as he did before, licking and tasting you until you're begging for his fingers. The combination of your slick and his saliva have wetness running down your ass, making a puddle below you.
Since you were already so close before you made him stop, it doesn't take long for the coil to wind tight in your lower belly. It’s the same feeling as earlier and you warn him before it happens.
"Bucky, I'm going to come!"
For a second he lets up to tell you, "Please do, Fairy, I want every last drop."
Maybe it's because of the unplanned edging together with the spanking or it's because Bucky knows exactly what to do with his hands and mouth, or everything combined, but when you arch off the bed with a mind-boggling orgasm, the sides of your vision go hazy and your legs spasm hard. You think you hear Bucky moan but the blood is rushing in your ears.
Panting worse than before you sink into the bed, body lax with the release and you look down to see the unmistakable sign of your climax. Not only are your thighs wet, but the sheets are a shade or two darker, and Bucky is wiping his smirking face with the edge of the cover.
Biting your lip you try to not feel too much shame, but it's hard after years of being told it's disgusting. Although he said he wanted it, maybe he didn't know what he signed up for.
"Sorry," you finally say.
"Don't ever say that to me again after coming, Fairy. That was fucking amazing!"
"Everything is wet."
"Everything can be washed," he reassures you. Then he gets off the bed to rummage through a drawer, pulling out a condom. When he turns to you he says, "Now be a good little Fairy and grab your legs for me so I can fuck that sweet cunt of yours."
You watch with anticipation as he rolls the condom on before you pull your legs up, holding behind your knees. As he gets on the bed again, he takes a second to swipe his cock-head through your slick, lubing himself up, but you're impatient, whining and wiggling to get him inside.
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, you'll get my cock," he’s trying to scold you but it gets lost when he can’t take his eyes away from the view of pressing inside you. The sensation being carried from your cunt throughout your body as he steadily fills you more and more makes your breathing labored and your hands clamping down on your legs harder.
"God, that's a pretty fucking pussy taking all my cock," his voice is so low it travels through you like a baseline. Slowly he pulls out and presses in again, mesmerized by what he's seeing, but for you, it's just pure torture.
"Bucky, I need more!" you beg. His answer isn't to fuck you harder or faster like you want. Instead, he spits on your exposed cunt, making you gasp before he presses a thumb against your oversensitive clit. A loud moan rips from your throat and your legs shake.
“You get so fucking tight when I touch your clit, feels amazing!”
He keeps the thumb still as he fucks you. Slow, deep thrusts that keep you right on the edge of coming. If he just moved his finger and sped up a little you'd be flying again. But he seems determined to drag this out, his groans and moans are telling you that he's enjoying it very much. Bucky's eyes keep shifting from your face to your chest, down to where you're connected, watching his cock spear you.
Suddenly he removes his hand, but before you can sound a word of protest he's leaned forward, using both his hands to grab the back of your neck. He bends your head down and lifts you from the bed a little until there is no mistake what he wants you to see.
“Watch your pussy take all of my cock, Fairy. It belongs there. As if it was fucking made for me. Sucking me right back in every time I pull out.”
Briefly, he lets you have what you need, fucking you faster, slamming into you, making you feel him deep as you watch your body take him over and over again. You understand why he can’t stop watching. It’s filthy at the same time it turns you on more. In desperation, you reach down to touch yourself but he lets you go, making you bounce against the bed slightly before batting your hands away. Then he pulls out and you cry in protest.
“No! Bucky! I wanna come! Fuck me!”
Sweat is glistening on his naked chest and his cock stands out from his body, the condom shiny with your slick, but he doesn't acknowledge your plea, only tells you.
“On your stomach. Grab a pillow and put it under your hips.”
The pulse in your cunt is uncomfortable, almost unbearable, and you glare at him, having half a mind to just finish off yourself and get some god damned relief. Bucky raises an eyebrow in question as to why you're not doing as he says. With an irritated huff, you turn over, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it under your hips, folding your arms and laying your head on them with a pout, clearly showing him that you're not happy.
The swat to your ass makes you yelp since it's much harder than when he spanked you earlier. It earns him a glare over your shoulder.
“Don't be bratty, Fairy,” he reprimands you before his knees push your legs wider and he presses into you swiftly again. He pulls your hands out from under your head, lacing your fingers together before laying down on top of you, kissing your shoulder.
“We were having such a good time,” he says as he starts fucking you again. The new angle makes his dick press right against your g-spot, forcing a whine out of you. Even though you don’t want to give him the satisfaction you can’t help to push your ass against him. With all his weight on top of you, it's hard to move, but your body craves him.
“But now you're mad at me, Fairy. What can I do to make it better?”
Rutting harder he sends white-hot pleasure through you. You've never been able to come from penetration alone, but the way your body feels makes you think that this might do the trick.
“I want to come!” you almost sob.
“Yeah, I know Fairy. Don't forget that I can feel every little pulse of your cunt around me.” There is no comfort to be found in his tone.
“Why are you being so mean?!” you cry.
That makes him laugh into your neck.
“Oh little Fairy. This is not me being mean. This is me wanting to give you the pleasure of your life.”
He nips at your skin.
“We could have been done a long while ago. You feel so good I could come any second. But I don't want that.”
His hands squeeze yours.
“I want you to always remember this. No matter what happens after, it'll be seared into your memories. Every time you're with someone else you'll wish it was me fucking you.”
The little show of possession makes your heart beat double and you're about to tell him you don't want to be with anyone else ever again, but that's crazy, so instead you respond with what you hope will get you what you need.
“Then fuck me like you fucking mean it because right now your performance is mediocre at its best,” trying and failing to sound unaffected.
This time his laugh is tinged with something cruel and you have a second to wonder what the hell you've let loose before he raises himself, pressing your joint hands into the bed to keep his weight on, and then starting to fuck you in earnest.
A sharp cry is forced from you by the brutal thrusts. The angle is much better and your body starts burning from the inside.
Screams, moans, and pleas all tumble together from your lips.
Every time you think you might be close to coming he slows down, just enough to keep you from reaching any kind of high. That makes you livid and when you curse him out, he releases your hands, instead placing them between your shoulder blades, pressing you down hard into the mattress, before starting up again.
“I wish I had a vibrator to shove between your legs. Put it on the highest setting and force you to come over and over again. You'd be begging me to stop instead, trying to run away, crying. I bet you'd look real pretty sobbing.”
Your cunt clenches hard at the mental image he's presenting. You can't decide if that would be worse than this. Your body feels like a livewire, ready to release all the pent-up pleasure that has accumulated in your body. All it needs is the right touch at the right place.
One moment you’re on your front, and in the next, he’s flipped you over on your back again. You don’t even have the presence of mind to be surprised because he’s instantly inside you, your legs over his shoulders and his hands gripping your head, kissing you fiercely. It’s teeth and tongue and lips in a jumble. With his pelvis pressing against your clit it drives you fast towards the edge.
“I need to see your face when you lose it on my cock,” he rests his forehead on yours. Despite his words, he slows down when it starts to climb inside you.
You groan, almost in pain, the edging is making you feel crazy. Over and over again he refuses you the release you’re so desperately after.
A little too late you realize that maybe there is something you can do, instead of begging, that will get you what you want.
“I wish you could come inside me,” you whisper, looking right into his eyes, clenching around him when you speak.
When he groans you know you’ve hit the spot, but you press down the grin.
“You want to fill me up with your cum, Bucky?” you ask before you give him a ruthless kiss.
“Yeah fuck, Fairy!” He thrusts hard in response.
“Better fuck me good then, and maybe I'll come back and let you do it.”
“Oh Fairy,” he growls and moves one hand to the headboard, gripping it, the other grasping the base of your skull. “You’ll come back. I'll have you outside my door, on your knees, begging for my cock.” The pace he sets has the bed creaking disconcertingly.
“Maybe I'll even let you in, crawling on all fours.”
As his voice paints the picture of your submission, the climax mounts in you. Bucking up against him, you try to get more when he’s already giving you everything. All thoughts about teasing him are forgotten with the immediate pleasure.
“Don't stop-don't stop-don't stop!” You chant.
“Never, Fairy. Come on my dick. Let me see you.”
Your vision goes spotty when the orgasm hits, your throat screaming his name, body convulsing in a way you’ve never experienced before. Afterward, your body goes limp, twitching with aftershocks as Bucky seeks his own release. Maybe you can't have him come inside you, but you want something more.
“Come on me,” you tell him in a hoarse voice.
“Fuck! What?” He’s so beautiful above you with his hair hanging down in his face, sweat making his skin shine, the clear desperation and shock on his face.
“Paint me with your cum, please Bucky,” you say once again.
“God dammit, Fairy! Fuck!”
He sits back and rips the condom off. A few swipes are all it takes and he's shooting ropes up your stomach and chest, blue eyes wide and staring as if he can't believe it, moaning your name loudly in his deep voice. It makes you grin like the Cheshire cat, knowing you can affect him just as much as he does you.
He sags down beside you, panting heavily. You never want to move but as the sweat and cum start to cool, your heart calms down, and you start feeling something else.
“Oh, I think I…” you mumble, looking down between your legs. “When I came I…”
“You squirted?” Bucky chuckles at your unwillingness to say the word.
“Yeah. That usually doesn't happen with sex.”
“It did. You almost pushed my dick out when you came too.”
He kisses your shoulder and up your neck. You turn your head to meet him in a soft kiss.
“You also called me James,” he smiles against your lips.
You stare at him in horror as your mind catches up with what he’s saying and you realize you did in fact do that.
“Oh god,” You wish you could sink through the bed and continue into the earth's core. “I don't know why I did that!”
He kisses you again.
“Don't worry, I liked it,” he reassures you.
After some more kissing, the various bodily fluids on your skin compel you to get up and head for the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you're done you study yourself for a moment in the mirror, thinking that you’ll see something different after you've just been fucked within an inch of your sanity, but you look just the same.
When you get back to the bedroom, Bucky has stripped the bed and is in the process of putting new sheets on. After you help him, you start looking for your clothes, thinking you'll take a cab home, but Bucky stops you by pulling you into a warm embrace.
“You need to text your friends. I prefer my vest and my reputation untarnished.”
With a laugh you move to find your phone and when you do you notice you have a bunch of notifications. It's well past midnight.
It seems as if he doesn't want to be far away from you because as you’re writing a reply, he comes up behind you and hugs you close. Suddenly you have a better idea and stop what you’re doing, instead, you take a picture of the two of you, aiming it to just show your bare upper shoulders and your faces. The flash goes off in the dim room and when you see the picture you giggle. What you couldn't tell in the mirror, the picture clearly shows. Two fucked out people. You send it with just a short line about being alive.
When you're done you turn in Bucky's arms.
“Satisfied?”
“In more ways than one,” he smiles cheekily before kissing you. After a lazy make-out session standing naked in the middle of the room, you begin to pull away.
“I need to-”
“Stay,” Bucky finishes for you, tightening his arms.
“Stay?”
“Yeah, I'll make you breakfast tomorrow and then take you home.”
“You don't have to,” you tell him.
“Indulge me?”
“Fine,” you sigh as if it’s a great burden. “I guess I could stay, but if you don't cuddle me, I'm leaving.”
He pinches your ass in reprimand, making you jump.
“You have no idea what you've signed up for, Fairy.”
True to his words Bucky hardly lets you out of bed, even in the morning when you need to use the bathroom. When you come back he holds up the cover and pats the mattress. As soon as you're beside him he pulls you in closer, putting his face in the crook of your neck and mouthing at your skin. A pleasurable sigh leaves you as you snuggle in closer to his warm body. Although the both of you were naked together the night before you never had time to explore his body, so now you let your hands roam everywhere they can reach.
Bucky lets his own hands travel over your skin, but those touches don’t stay innocent long and soon his erection is pressed into your stomach.
Taking pity on him you spit in your palm and grab him, making him hiss at the contact before you lazily start pumping him. When he tries to reach between your legs you push his hand away.
“No, let me take care of you,” you say sternly.
“Whatever you say, Fairy,” he groans and thrusts into your palm.
There is no finesse to it all, just a quick morning hand job. He comes between your bodies, dirtying the sheets. When you see his eyelids starting to close again you poke him and they fly open.
“You promised me breakfast!”
“You just missed it,” he winks.
In response, you roll your eyes before getting up. “Men!”
Instead of pulling on your jeans and the blouse drenched in glitter from the night before you snag the t-shirt he was wearing and find your discarded panties. The t-shirt barely covers your ass but at least you're semi-dressed as you go out into the kitchen to find something to eat.
Muttering under his breath about you being a stubborn woman he follows you in sweatpants and a fresh henly. Before you can find the coffee he hauls you up and puts you on the kitchen island, boxing you in with his arms on either side, lowering himself to glare at you.
“Instead of opening every cupboard in the whole damn kitchen, tell me what you want and I'll make it.”
“Coffee, with milk and sugar.”
“And to eat?”
“What do you usually make for the women you bring home?” you tease.
That makes him rise to his full height, looking down at you, and crossing his arms.
“You think I have a habit of bringing women home and fucking them like I did you last night?”
“You didn't get that good by theorizing,” you point out.
“There hasn't been anyone, in a long time, Fairy,” his voice is suddenly soft as he cups your cheeks. You have another teasing comment on your lips but think better of it when you see his guarded look.
Instead, you put your arms around his waist and pull him in between your legs, resting your chin against his sternum to look up at him.
“Then you make me whatever you want. But I don't like fish.”
With a smile, he asks, “How about scones?”
“Sounds perfect.”
When you’re done with breakfast he puts you on the table, insisting that he needs dessert and showing a much gentler side than the night before as he strums your body until you tell him you can't come anymore. Then he carries you to the couch and puts on a random channel. Together you watch reruns until you slide down his body to give him some of his own medicine. No matter how much he begs, you take your sweet time tasting him and when he comes it’s with a roar of your name. After some more cuddles and a nap, you convince him that you actually need to go home.
Just as you're about to head out there is a knock on the door and Bucky opens it to find Steve outside, holding his vest. Earlier he explained that Steve lives a few apartments down the hall.
“I was told to give this to you.”
Bucky takes it and inspects it quickly before hanging it up. To you, it seems untarnished.
“Hope Nat didn't give you too hard a time,” you smile. Assuming they'd stayed late at the bar and when she'd seen your text she'd given it to Steve.
His eyes quickly flick away and there is a blush on his cheek.
“No, no, it was fine.”
You narrow your eyes and study him, noticing a small red bite mark on his neck.
“Oh my god!” you exclaim and start laughing.
Steve blushes even more.
Bucky looks confused between the two of you.
“What?”
In a very loud whisper, you tell him, “I think Nat is at Steve's place.”
Bucky's eyes glimmer with mirth and he looks at him.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Steve waves and heads back down the hall.
Just as he pulls the door open you yell.
“Tell her I said hi!”
Fortunately, Bucky also has a car, and as he drives you home, he keeps his hand on your thigh the entire time. Outside your apartment, he turns to you.
“I want to see you again,” he says.
“Okay.” You want that too. So much! “When?”
“Tomorrow ideally but if that doesn't work, how about a date on Friday?”
You could do tomorrow but you feel yourself already falling for him. Some distance would do you good, so you say, “Friday sounds great! Give me your phone.”
You type in your number and save it under the fairy emoji before sending yourself a text.
Then you save him under a motorcycle emoji.
Before you can get out he pulls you in for a long, deep kiss.
“Now go before I kidnap you and keep you warm in my bed all week.”
“Don't tempt me with a good time,” you wink and give him one last peck before getting out. In an act of pure self-preservation, you don't look back.
After a long shower, and checking your phone a million times throughout the evening to see if he’s texted, you come to the realization that you will never make it to Friday.
You: [If I told you that I’ve changed my mind and want to see you tomorrow, would that make me seem desperate?]
The response is quick.
Bucky: {No more than I feel right now. I’ll pick you up after work. When do you get off?}
Refusing to let an opportunity like that go to waste, you reply.
[Preferably quicker than last night. I’m not sure I’m a fan of edging ;)]
{Fairy, don’t make me spank you again. Off of work.}
[I’ve told you not to tempt me with a good time ;) I get off at four]
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Mutual Satisfaction - Avengers!Bucky x Avengers!Reader
✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader
✦ Word count: ~3k
✦ Rating: Explicit
✦ Warnings: One shot, pwp, A LOT of dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Bucky, sub!reader, manhandling, piv, slight dumbification, pet names (angel/master), safe sex, condoms, cum shot, aftercare, fluff (because I neeeeed it!)
✦ Summary: "Was it because of what I said," he leans forward to whisper into your ear. The warmth of his body pressing against yours even though he's not touching you. "Did your tiny little brain think of all the ways I could fuck you until you're a mess?"
✦ Note: This is nothing but pure self-indulgent smut, that's heavily dialogue-based. Let me know if you like it! (It's also posted on AO3)
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The chime from your phone makes you look away from the TV screen.
"Sorry, one sec."
You find it buried under some pillows but the excitement you initially felt quickly turns sour when you see the response. With a sigh of disappointment, you drop it and return to choosing a movie together with Bucky.
"Bad news?" he asks as he flips through the list.
"Yup," you conclude.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"It's honestly nothing, just scheduling issues."
"With your boyfriend?" He wiggles his eyebrows.
"He's not my boyfriend. We just sleep together," you point out.
"I'm sure you can find someone else, you're an avenger now. Bet they're lining up to get a chance with you," Bucky shrugs.
You scrunch your nose. "I'm tired of being disappointed. I'd rather wait and have my needs met, even if it's frustrating."
"That long huh?"
"Between all the missions and not being free at the same time, it's been months."
"Yeah, same." Bucky murmurs and stops on a movie. "What about this one?"
"Yeah, sure."
You settle down against the numerous pillows you have been bringing to Bucky's room since you started having these movie nights a couple of months ago. His TV is bigger and his couch is much softer than yours. Plus the two of you fit comfortably on this one, with enough room for both to stretch out.
"So why won't just a regular guy do it for you?" Bucky asks and takes a fist of popcorn, stuffing it in his mouth.
Shrugging you say "I need someone I can trust, with my body and my mind. Takes a lot of talking in the beginning, but now it's almost as good as therapy for getting out of my head."
"Don't like thinking?"
"Not during sex. I just need someone else to make decisions for me, use me however they like. Not ask me what I want, just flip me over, make me come until I can't see straight, and fuck me until they're satisfied. If I pick someone up at a bar, all they do is slap my ass and finish a minute later."
Both of you are silent and watch the movie before you ask.
"What about you?"
"Look at me," he chuckles. "The metal arm scares the majority and the ones that are left usually can't handle what I want."
"And what do you want?"
"Control, over something, someone. Watching as they go dumber and dumber the more orgasms I can force from them. Until they can't speak. Just owning their warm body for a moment, taking as long as I need because they don't want to be anywhere else than on my cock," Bucky laughs.
The laugh gets stuck in your throat because there is no denying Bucky's words have an impact on you. Hopefully, he doesn't notice and you refuse to move and rub your thighs together. Then you both continue to watch the movie, but it's hard to concentrate. All you imagine is Bucky using your body and finally getting the release that you've been longing for. How much would it fuck up the team dynamic if you started sleeping together? You force yourself to watch the movie and not entertain those thoughts anymore.
Two hours later, after the table has been cleaned off, you're heading for the door, mind already back in your own room and the toys you'll undoubtedly need to take care of yourself to be able to sleep. Then you feel a hand on your wrist, and in a flash, you’re pinned with your back against the door, Bucky's hand securely holding both your arms above your head. You're not sure if the breath that leaves your lungs is because the force pushes it out of you or because you're instantly so turned on. Either way, there is no denying the impact his closeness has.
"So, are you going to tell me what you've been thinking about the whole movie?" There is a knowing smirk on his lips.
"What? Nothing? I was watching it."
"Don't play dumb with me, you were far off somewhere else for most of the time."
You swallow hard, opening and closing your mouth a few times. It's embarrassing that you've been on his couch, thinking lewd thoughts about him when you're not even that close—something between coworkers and friends.
"Was it because of what I said," he leans forward to whisper into your ear. The warmth of his body pressing against yours even though he's not touching you. "Did your tiny little brain think of all the ways I could fuck you until you're a mess?"
A whine crawls up your throat unbidden and you turn your head to the side, shame making your ears warm.
"All you have to do is ask," he prompts. "Or tell me to let you go and we can pretend this never happened."
The last thing is out of the question. You just need to work up enough courage to tell him what you need. Everything about him pierces your senses, making you high of his smell, touch, and sound.
In the end, all you can come up with is, "Bucky please." And bucking your hips up in the hope of finding some friction for your throbbing core.
But he just makes an unimpressed sound.
"No, you have to do better than that." Then he pauses and uses his free hand to turn your head until you're looking into his blue eyes.
"We'll go over everything properly before next time," his voice is calm and to the point. Making it clear he expects you to listen. "But right now I think we need each other. We'll use traffic lights or you'll tell me if it's too rough or too much. Understand?"
"Yes Bucky," you answer.
He releases your face and your arms, placing his hands on either side of your head instead. With a smile that makes you wetter than you already are, he says, "Good girl. Now do a better job at begging."
He is effectively displaying his whole body for you and in seconds you have your palms on his chest, caressing carefully up and down, feeling his corded muscles beneath the fabric of his t-shirt.
"Bucky please," you beg in a delicate voice. "I need you to touch me. I want to feel you everywhere. Please help me come, it hurts so bad."
His pupils dilate, almost eclipsing the blue in his eyes. Then he presses his knee up between your legs, lifting you off the ground enough that only the tip of your toes reaches the floor.
"Here, use my leg and hump it. We'll see what you deserve after that."
Oh, he's got a mean streak, you realize, and you're all for it. Wiggling on his thigh to get a better position you grab a hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and try to move. It's difficult and not nearly enough to get you where you wish but you're absolutely enjoying the way he's playing with you and speaking to you.
"Look at the innocent little angel using my leg. What else can I make you do to get off huh?"
With a whine you work faster, chasing something barely there.
"Something you'll learn very quickly, little angel, is that I don't share, but I do like showing off my property. Let everyone see but not let anyone touch."
"Yes!" you moan. "I'll be anything you need, just help me, please Bucky!"
"I'll hold you to that," he promises. Suddenly his knee is gone but instead, his body is pressed hard against yours and his lips descend. The kiss is filthy and needy, your hands grab onto his head, trying to get more of him even though he's already as close as he can come. You suck on his tongue and lips and he does the same to you, before mouthing his way over your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking. His beard pricks you but it's a mild discomfort to the one between your legs.
A string of needy noises tumble out of your mouth and you're about to start begging again but right then he lifts you and turns around, heading over to his large bed. As your body touches the sheets his hands start pulling at your clothes and you do the same to him. Moments later both of your are naked on the bed, making out like horny teenagers, rutting mindlessly against each other. His fingers find your hard clit, gently circling it a few times before dipping into the wetness at your opening. You mewl into his mouth in delight, thinking he's going to start filling you with his fingers, but instead, he spreads the slick back up to your clit and starts flicking it slowly.
Throwing your head back you moan his name loudly, no thoughts if you can be heard through the walls, everything is focused on the way he's touching you. His mouth finds your nipple and you get impossibly hotter and wetter. The months-long dry spell quickly catches up to you. Bucky fingers are expertly playing with you, never too hard or too light, hurling you towards the climax.
"Can I cum Bucky? Please can I cum?!"
His laugh tickles your skin, his fingers slow and he looks up at you.
"Yes, you can this time, just because you asked so nicely."
His fingers gather more of your wetness before picking up speed again. The band in your stomach quickly snaps and you scream out your release, blabbering "Thank you-thank you-thank you!"
Without getting a second to breathe you're flipped onto your stomach, then his hands lift your hips and you fold your knees in under you.
"Grab me a condom in the drawer angel," he directs and with unsteady hands and a complaining whine you open the drawer and rummage around until you find a square package.
"Don't whine when I'm trying to do the right thing," he growls and smacks your ass. "I know a little slut like you wants to be pumped full of cum until you're dripping." He leans down over you until his mouth is next to your ear, his raw dick rubbing against your sensitive cunt. Plucking the condom from your fingers he whispers, "You'll have to earn my cum, angel."
A jolt of pleasure-filled electricity shoots through you, just imagining yourself on your knees in front of him, doing anything he asks.
"I'll do anything, master," the name slips out by pure habit. "I'll be good, let you use me in any way you like, any hole. Anything to earn your cum, please, master."
A groan can be heard from behind together with the sound of the foil being torn open. Impatiently you wiggle your ass, arching your back even more, presenting yourself. In reward you get several more slaps, making you cry out as the pain shoots straight to your cunt.
"Oh, angel, keep talking sweet like that and you'll earn yourself another orgasm."
His dick notches at your opening and you still obediently. Both of you moan in unison as he presses inside. He's clearly on the bigger side but there is hardly any resistance since you're dripping with slick. In moments you're fuller than you've been in months, clawing at the sheets in front of you.
"Good girl, taking me so fucking well," his hands spread your cheeks. "I wish you could see how your greedy little pussy is swallowing me."
"Wa-want it, master, want it so much, feels so good!"
A wail leaves you as he starts pistoning his hips into you. If it weren't for the fact that he also pulls your hips back towards him every time, you'd end up with your head in the wall.
"Give me your hands," he instructs and you put them behind your back quickly, folding them and gripping your underarms. His vibranium hand closes around both your wrists while the other grabs your hair, pulling your head back.
You love his harsh grip on you, how he does what he wants with your body while he fucks you. All you can do is moan and whine and cry as he thrusts without any sign of slowing down any time soon. Usually around this time your FWB is about to come, and even though you're always satisfied in the end, sometimes you wish for more. The serum in his veins must give him superhuman stamina when it comes to everything.
Without warning he releases your hair and pulls hard on your arms, raising your body from the bed, his free hand coming round to grab your neck.
"Color?" He grunts, never missing a beat with his hips.
"Green! Bucky it's fucking green. Please! More!"
"You dirty little slut! Can't get enough of my cock huh?"
"No, master, want it always!" You cry.
"That's fucking right, god you feel so good. Next time I'm going to fuck you raw and watch the cum pour out of your pussy. How about right before Tony's big party? Put you in a short little dress with no panties so everyone can see my cum running down your legs."
The image of yourself, flustered and embarrassed while Bucky parades you around makes you keen, pushing back against him. You are nothing but his toy, he can do whatever he wants and you would gladly say 'Yes, master.'
The incessant need to come makes your legs weak, trembling from being held up and fucked within an inch of your life.
"Master, can I come? Your dick feels so good, can I please come on it?"
Releasing your wrists, his vibranium arm comes around your waist, pulling you flush with his chest before traveling down to your aching clit.
"This what you need, angel?"
The unrelenting metal against the softest part of your flesh pulls more desperate sounds from you as you try to rock against it, the pleasure eating you up from the inside, erasing every trace of cognitive thought. When you don’t answer he chuckles next to your ear, "I think my cock has made you dumb, angel. No thoughts left in that tiny little head of yours."
Your hands land on his arm, needing something to hold onto. He hasn’t permitted you yet, the orgasm is shimmering right underneath your skin, threatening to break through any second. The only thing you know is that you don’t want to disappoint him.
"My angel is doing so good, go ahead and come for me, make sure you scream my name when you do. Let everyone hear that this cunt belongs to me."
Instead of continuing with his fingers, his whole palm lands on your clit, a few slaps that don’t hurt in the slightest, only enhancing your pleasure, before the heel of his hand presses against your clit.
"Come on, show me how you look when you let go. Be a good little angel for me, come on my cock."
In a blinding light of pleasure, you scream his name, just like he wants, bending your head until it rests against his shoulder, shuddering and shaking from the release.
"Looking beautiful my little angel, so fucking pretty, strangling my cock." He hugs you tightly towards him for a second before pushing you forward. Your arms only cushion the fall lightly, there is no strength left in your body. Looking over your shoulder you see his eyes, blazing with lust, his mouth slightly open. Then he pulls out and you watch him tear the condom off, jerking himself, and with a loud groan of your name he finishes on your ass and back. As the spurts of cum hit your skin you close your eyes and sigh in contentment. Owned. Used. Satisfied for the first time in months.
With a giggle you fall to the side, uncaring if you're messing up his sheets. He lands on his back in front of you a moment later, chest still heaving.
"That was…" he begins, turning his head towards you with a small smile. Before continuing he rolls over on his side, reaching and pulling you in towards his naked chest, tilting your head up, and placing a small chaste kiss on your lips.
"Amazing? Wonderful? Mind-blowing?" you suggest with a smile to finish his sentence.
"All of the above angel."
For a couple of minutes, you lie there, just content with what just happened, before Bucky says,
"Come on, we need to clean you up."
He stands from the bed and picks you up with no effort, carrying you to the small bathroom and turning on the shower. Carefully he places you down on the tile and the warm spray is a harsh contrast to the cold sweat that has dried on your skin.
"How do you feel?"
Your only response is a happy humming noise that makes him smile, before he reaches for a bottle of shower gel. He makes you turn around, leaning your arms against the wall as he begins to clean you. His touch is firm as he washes your back and ass, giving you a light massage before he moves on to the rest of your body. Then you help him, even if what you do is mostly smear suds over his pecs. When he's done the both of you stand under the warm spray.
"Any immediate soreness?" He asks.
"No," you sigh happily. "Might feel something tomorrow, but we'll see then."
He finds you a clean towel afterward and dries you off, before handing you a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. Without questioning you put them on.
Fortunately, the sheets have minimal staining and both of you are too exhausted to care about changing them. Suddenly you realize you've just fucked Bucky and now you're staying in his bed for the night, with your head resting on his chest.
"What is this Bucky?" you mumble, even as sleep is dragging you down.
"Whatever you want it to be, angel, we'll work out the details in the morning," he assures you.
And if the other people at the compound heard you the night before, or notice that you're wearing one of Bucky's t-shirts to breakfast the next day, nobody says a word.
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Groupie - Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fan!Reader
✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader
✦ Word count: ~3,6k
✦ Rating: Explicit
✦ Warnings: Avenger!Bucky, Avenger!Fan!Reader, secret crush, secret hero, fluff, smut, the tiniest bit of angst, misunderstandings, piv sex, breeding kink (I'm not messing around with this one), talk of getting reader pregnant, pet name (Bunny), dirty talk, sex with feelings, multiple orgasms (for both), unprotected sex, creampie.
✦ Summary: Since joining the Avengers you've been avoiding Bucky Barnes, afraid of what would happen if he ever learned the truth.
✦ Note: I have no idea how to tag this, so if I missed something please let me know. I don't know where this came from so just... it is what it is! This is also posted on AO3.
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Stark called a meeting at the workshop in the evening to show off one of his new inventions that could aid them in the field. As you stand in the back and watch, Bucky comes up beside you, and just as always you discreetly take a small step to the side. Everyone, including Bucky, assumes you dislike him, and you are happy to keep up that front since admitting to the truth would be unprofessional and cause a lot more trouble than avoiding him.
He gives you a sideways glance but doesn’t mention it, he’s used to it by now. Unfortunately, you are still close enough to smell his cologne and it makes your pulse pick up. Unbidden images of being under him, smelling his sweat mixed with the perfume while he takes you apart appear inside your mind. Stark says something but you can’t concentrate with Bucky so close. Shifting even further to the side, he glances at you again and his brows draw together.
"I can go stand somewhere else if it bothers you so much," his tone is annoyed but low, to not disturb the demonstration.
"No, it's fine," you mumble.
"You forget I can hear your heart beating,” he points out. “And it sounds like a bunny rabbit backed into a corner by a wolf."
That doesn't make you any calmer. If he can hear that, can he smell how aroused he makes you every time he gets close?
"Sorry, I-" but your mouth has turned dry as a desert. You avoid speaking to Bucky as much as possible because you fear you will just make a fool out of yourself. As you’re doing right now.
"I never understood what you have against me," he crosses his arms, eyes on Stark's display. "Did I hurt someone close to you back in the day or are you afraid I'll revert and start killing again?"
Shame fills your chest. You want to turn to him and hug him, explain that it’s not in any way like that. For years you have admired Bucky and when you had gotten the promotion to work with the Avengers your friends had teased you mercilessly about finally meeting your idol, but when you did and you realized that he was everything you had ever dreamed of you got scared. If he knew your secret he would most likely never speak to you again.
"It's not like that," you whisper, finally daring a look at him, but regretting it right away. His beautiful blue eyes are watching you. Quickly you avert your gaze.
"You can't even look at me."
And that is true. You always look at something else when Bucky is in the same room as you. The only time you allow yourself to admire him is when he's caught up in something else when there is no chance his attention will shift to you.
Just the small amount of it he is giving you right now is almost unbearable. You want to climb him, wrap your legs around his waist, grab his hair, and crush your lips to his. It's dangerous to be so close to him so you do the only thing you can.
"I should go, I'm sorry," you mumble and turn on your heel, quickly exiting the workshop and heading for the elevators.
When you're inside your room you breathe a sigh of relief. That had been a close call. Your insides feel like melted ice cream and your knees get weak at remembering how he watched you. The only problem is that maybe you aren’t as smooth at avoiding him as you think, since he had noticed. You'd have to fix that somehow.
Kneeling at the side of your bed you reach in under it to pull out the box. It's discreet and if someone else found it they would probably assume it would be full of sex toys and the like. But a box full of toys would be mildly embarrassing compared to the actual content of the box.
Inside is a big photo book. Leaning against the bed frame you place it on your lap, opening it to the first page. You've tried to keep it in chronological order over the years and the first page contains a few news articles from the war where either the Howling Commandos or Bucky himself appear. You love to see how it starts with small mentions but then the articles grow bigger and bigger. It had been hard to track down some full spreads, not to mention expensive as fuck, and some things you were still saving up for.
Then there are the articles about the Winter Soldier. They needed to be in there, but you never read them. It was before anyone knew the truth about the mind control and the years of torture. The text described him as a killing machine with no morals, not caring who he hurt to get to his price. You quickly skip past those pages.
Your favorite part is the last bit of the album. Recent interviews and photoshoots with the super soldier, talking about his life and his struggles. Not to mention the stylists always made sure to show off his physic, be it suits or sportswear.
Inside the box are also a replica of his dog tags and the hat he'd worn with his uniform. Putting the tags over your head you play with them between your fingers, remembering how they look around his neck. In your previous apartment, they'd been hanging on the wall and your friends had joked about it being a shrine. Now you are too scared to have it on display. If someone sees it they will think you are insane.
You're startled from your musings by a knock on the door and without much thinking you put the book on the bed before opening it.
Bucky is standing on the other side. The demonstration must have ended.
"What is your problem with me?"
The words fail you as your heart starts hammering. He is too close, but if you back away he will probably take it as an invitation to come in and that would be disastrous.
"I have barely spoken to you since you got here but you've managed to make it very clear how much you detest me. I just want to know why."
He's annoyed and desperate at the same time.
"Can I do something to fix it? I can't have a team member be afraid of me when we go out into the field and I… are those my dog tags?"
Ice rushes into your veins as you realize you forgot to take them off and you quickly cover them with your hand.
"No," you lie.
"They have my name on them."
"No, they don't."
"Are you serious?” Now he’s looking more mad. “Tell me what the fuck is going on right now."
You fucked up. You could keep on lying, close the door in his face, and never speak to him again. Ask for a transfer.
Or you could show him. And then ask for a transfer. Because whatever you did you would not keep your job after this.
With trembling hands you open the door, releasing your hold on the dog tags and gesturing for him to come inside.
"Sit," you murmur and when he does you place the book in his lap. He glances at you and for the first time you hold his gaze. This might be the last time you see him so you might as well take advantage of the moment. It will never happen again.
"Open it."
As he hesitantly opens the first page you slip off the dog tags and place them into the box before sitting down too, with a decent amount of space between the two of you.
While he's occupied you study his face and try to commit it to memory. Bucky Barnes, in your room, on your bed, reading your album. It's a dream come true. Though you had hoped it would be after sex while you were still naked in bed, and you could take it out and show him. But this works too.
"This is extensive,” he sounds impressed and you hope he is. You wouldn’t say it’s your life's work but it’s something you worked hard on and is proud of.
"I know."
"When did you do this?" He looks at you.
You shrug in response, "Over the years."
"Years?"
"I started it when I was in my early twenties.”
"How did you find everything?"
"The internet can be a wonderful place with like-minded people."
"I can't imagine what it could have cost you."
"I prefer not to think about it," you laugh.
He glances down into the box and then bends down to pick up the hat.
"Please tell me this isn't the original one."
"Oh god no, it's a replica!"
"Can I try it?"
"Please do!"
Bucky puts the hat on, tips it to the side, and turns to you with a smile. It's impossible to not smile back when he looks so handsome.
"Still fits you."
"Feels odd. We used to wear them all the time, but I guess I've gotten used to a life without hats."
He removes it and puts it back into the box before picking up the dog tags.
"I have a feeling you don't have these things because you hate me."
"I don't hate you, it's quite the opposite."
"Then why keep avoiding me?"
You twist in your spot uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.
"It's embarrassing. I never thought I would actually get to meet you when I started this collection."
"I honestly feel honored. I'm not usually the person people think it's worth remembering."
You tilt your head, "I do."
"I can see that."
For a moment you look at each other and you get to experience what it feels like to drown in his eyes. Those blue magical pools that you've only ever studied on printed paper or through a screen. It could never compare to the real thing. Fearing you're going to say something more stupid you take the book from him.
"So now you know," you say. "If you want me to transfer I'll happily put in a request. You were never meant to see it and I understand if it makes you uncomfortable around me."
"No, that won't be necessary," he assures you. "But there is one thing I still don't get."
When you look up from your lap he's moved much closer. Too close again. His presence fills your senses in a way no one else has ever done.
"What?" your voice almost cracks.
"Why do you move away as soon as I get close?" His voice is low, as if not to scare you.
With a wobbly laugh, you put the book down in between you and Bucky, scooting a bit away, studying the bedsheets.
"As you're doing now."
"It's just, I like my personal space," you explain.
"And you won't look at me."
A single finger lands under your chin and tilt your head towards him.
He's touching you.
Bucky Barnes is touching you.
"Are you sure you aren't scared, Bunny?"
"Ye-yeah," you swallow.
"Because I think your heart is about to burst out of your chest."
He moves the book out of the way and slides right up to you, until his leg is pressed against yours. The finger is still holding you in place, craning your neck to look at him. Your body flushes with heat.
Now he's really touching you.
"So what is it then?" There is a teasing in his voice, as if he knows but he wants to hear you say it.
Your tongue wet your dry lips and his focus shifts to that for a second. Opening your mouth to give him an answer, nothing comes out, not even the truth.
"Bunny, you better answer me."
Finally, you find your voice.
"I'm scared I won't be able to control myself," you confess.
"And what would happen if you lost control?"
You close your eyes. You can't look at him when you speak.
"I'll drop to my knees and beg to suck your cock."
Bucky inhales sharply.
"Or climb into your lap and beg you to fuck me. I'd let you do anything to me just to get a small taste. I'd ask you to use my body as you wanted and I won't need anything in return."
"Fuck, Bunny. You have a dirty mind."
"Sorry, I can't help that you smell so good and look so hot, it's too much."
His finger on your chin changes to a grip and you open your eyes, meeting his. They're filled with greed for something you don't understand.
"You'd let me fuck you?"
"Yes"
"How about coming inside you?"
"God yes!"
"When was the last time you had tests done?"
"Maybe a month ago? They were clean."
"Any partner since then? Are you on birth control?"
You hesitate for a moment.
"Bunny?"
"No… to both"
Bucky laughs.
"You would let me breed you, Bunny? Fuck you raw until you're bursting with my cum?"
The moan slips out unbidden. Just the thought of his raw dick inside you. Playing pregnancy roulette. It makes you so hot.
"Yes, I would Bucky."
"Take off your clothes, lay on your back."
You stare at him.
"Is something unclear?"
"You? And me? You want to have sex with me?"
Something crosses over Bucky's face.
"You don't have to." He reassures you.
"No! I want to! I just… I never thought you'd want to. With me."
"Well, you're wrong. And if you want to with me you better do as you're told."
Scrambling to take off your clothes you watch Bucky as he stands up and slowly starts doing the same. He's only gotten his shirt off by the time you're naked.
"Spread your legs, let me see."
You pull your knees up and let them fall to the side. The stickiness from your arousal has already coated the inside of your thighs. You're sure you've never been this wet before in your life.
"Bunny's got a cute little pussy on her." Bucky's smile is predatory like he is an actual white wolf stalking its prey. He's down to his boxers now, his erection outlined through the cotton. It's big.
"Don't look scared, we'll make it fit, I promise."
When his boxers are off too you can't help but stare but you’re more excited than anything else. The pulse in your cunt doesn't care if it’s going to hurt, there is only one thing on your mind.
"I want your cock Bucky," you tell him.
"Don't worry, you'll get it."
He crawls on top of you, keeping his weight on his forearms and his body off of yours.
"But I'm going to kiss you first."
His lips are soft but his kiss is demanding. It leaves no room for hesitation that he doesn't want you. Quickly he works your mouth open and moans when his tongue finds yours. You put your hands in his hair, guiding him to where you want his mouth. Then he descends your body, nipping at your jaw, sucking on your neck before finding your breasts. One hand is warm and the other is cold as he presses them together, caressing the nipples with his thumbs, making you keen and shudder. He uses his mouth to pull more sounds from you, licking, sucking, and dragging his teeth lightly against the stiff peaks, until your naked pelvis bucks up against his upper body, trying to find friction for the need he causes in you.
"You need something, Bunny?"
"I need you to fuck me!"
"It would be better for you if you come first."
"No, I need it now! Stretch me with your cock Bucky, please I need it so bad!"
In a second he's kissing you again, feverishly, and this time he lets his body sink down on yours, his thick shaft brushing your wet center, making both of you shudder.
Bucky reaches down and uses his hand to guide the tip to your opening.
"Tell me if it hurts and we'll stop."
"Promise."
You relax into the bed, spreading your legs, and watch Bucky's face as he pushes into you.
He's big, but you're also incredibly wet. Your body slowly gives for his intrusion. There is a slight sting but it quickly turns into pleasure as he fills you.
"So big!" you moan and experimentally move against him.
"Fuck, Bunny, this is the tightest pussy I fucking ever felt. You're going to be the death of me."
"Make me come first, then you can die."
With a grunt, he pulls back and pushes in, carefully to get you used to him, but it’s not what you want or need.
"Move, please move. Fuck me Bucky!" you beg and he does.
Not in your wildest fantasies could you predict this sensation. So full. So good. Bucky groaning above you. His warm skin under the palms of your hands. The sound of your arousal mixing with the sound of skin meeting skin.
"I'm already leaking into your cunt Bunny. It feels so good."
"Yes, Bucky!"
"Did you know I have almost zero recovery time? I just need a quick breather after coming before I can go again."
With a moan, you wrap your legs around him.
"I'm going to fill you with so much cum you'll be drunk on it."
He leans down until he's right by your ear.
"I'll breed you all night long. And I'll continue to do it every night until you're pregnant."
"Bucky!"
"You fucking like that, I can feel how tight you get!"
Shaking your head you try to deny it, but carrying his baby would be the ultimate fantasy.
"Please make me full of you! I want a baby Bucky. Make me fucking pregnant with our child!"
"Dirty! Fucking! Mind!" He says through gritted teeth, punctuating every word with a particularly hard thrust.
"More!" You cry as the pressure inside you builds.
Bucky quickly sits up on his knees, grabbing your hips, pulling you onto his dick as he thrusts inside you.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" you chant. "Make me come, Bucky! Please! More!"
"Bunny!" he warns. "You better fucking come before me, I can't hold it with your tight cunt squeezing me like that!"
Desperately you start rubbing your clit and a moment later everything explodes through your body.
With an unearthly wail, you find your release and Bucky quickly follows, cursing and roaring while he pumps you full.
The world is unsteady for a moment but then it rights itself. Bucky's head is thrown back as he heaves in lungfuls of air and you're no better where you're lying. He's not soft inside you yet and maybe he won't even go down.
"That was…" you begin but then shake your head with a stupid smile on your lips.
"Better than you thought it would be?" He asks.
"A million times better."
"Good because we're not done."
He releases your hips to once again lean down over you, kissing you much softer this time, moving his hips slower. It makes you keen into his mouth with the delicious stretch and the wetness of his release adding to the feeling. It leaks onto the sheets as he fucks you but you don't mind. At the end of all this, your sheets will probably need to be burned.
"Bunny, fuck, Bunny, look at me," Bucky demands and you do. He's close enough that you share a breath.
"So fucking pretty. My little groupie."
Despite the situation you laugh.
"Aren't you?"
"Absolutely Bucky, I'm your groupie."
"Only mine?"
"Of course! I don't have any more boxes under the bed."
"Good."
He rests his head at the crook of your neck, his hot breath ticking your skin and you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of him surrounding you. Soon another orgasm works its way through your body. You don't scream this time, instead, you whisper in his ear how fucking good it feels, how he's filling you so well, and how you want him to breed you.
Moments later Bucky bursts inside you for the second time. He takes a minute before he rolls the two of you over so you're on top. The strength in your body is nearly gone but Bucky's serum keeps him going. And he keeps his promise. All through the night, he fills you and by the time the sun starts rising, he pulls one last weak orgasm from you before stopping.
"So fucking pretty," he muses as he spreads you open to watch the cum run out of you, before pushing some of it back in with his fingers, making you whine. With a chuckle, he wipes it off on the sheets, and then looks around.
"I don't think we can sleep in this bed, Bunny. Where's your pajamas?"
It's a miracle you're still awake but you point to the clothes on the chair. Bucky finds you some underwear and dresses you, before carrying you to his room. There he makes you take a shower but afterward, he doesn't let you get dressed again.
"I need your skin against mine," he says as he spoons you.
Several hours later you wake up, sore but in the best way. The bed is empty and you must have slept through Bucky waking up. With a giggle, you roll onto your back and that's when you feel something around your neck. Confused, you look down and find his dog tags against your bare skin. The smile on your face must be really stupid as you fiddle with them between your fingers. Who could have known meeting your hero would turn out like this?
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Realization - Mafia AU prequels - Stucky
✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Stucky/Fem!Reader
✦ Word count: ~1.6k
✦ Rating: Explicit
✦ Warnings/tags: smut, top!bucky, bottom!steve, hurt/comfort, unrequited love/crush, angst, lots of fluff and feels, blow job, anal sex.
✦ Summary: There is a strange sting in Steve's chest, it began burning when you skipped in the door, showing off the diamond on your finger. It feels unreal. Not that someone would want to marry you, because you’re lovely, but that you’re getting married to someone else.
✦ Note: This is a prequel to No one as sweet as you set while they were living together in college, which focuses on their growing relationship and how Bucky and Steve started to develop feelings for Sweets as more than just their best friend. You don't need to read No one as sweet as you to get this but I recommend it. (Also posted on AO3)
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Steve waves goodbye with a smile and closes the door softly behind you, then leans his head against it and lets out a breath. Bucky's hand lands on his shoulder, squeezing it.
"She's happy," Bucky whispers, trying to hide the pain in his voice. Pushing away from the door, Steve nods but he can’t help but feel like half of his heart just left.
"She's engaged," Steve mumbles as he walks back to the living room and sits down on the couch, grabbing what’s left of the whiskey and downing it.
There is a strange sting in Steve's chest, it began burning when you skipped in the door, showing off the diamond on your finger. It feels unreal. Not that someone would want to marry you, because you’re lovely, but that you’re getting married to someone else.
Confused, he turns to Bucky and without a word the other man reaches for him, pulling him into a tight hug meant for comfort and support. They rarely say anything out loud, but all of Bucky’s love is in the hug.
Steve might not have realized it sooner but Bucky has known for years that there would only be two people for him and that is you and Steve, but he's kept it to himself, mainly because you've been in a long-term relationship since right after college and because Steve has always seemed happy for you.
Bucky is happy for you too, of course. He's happy when you're happy and tonight you glowed, proudly displaying the ring your boyfriend had placed on your finger two nights before. You beamed as you described the candles, petals, and wonderful words he'd told you.
The happiness and bottomless despair had mixed in Bucky's chest like a vortex, threatening to cause a scene where he would spew out all of his doubts and he didn't want that for you. He is your best friend and will support you through the whole marriage, just so he can stay by your side.
Steve's fingers grip Bucky's shirt.
"Why am I not happy for her?" he questions loudly and Bucky can only say, "Because you love her," gently.
"Of course I love her,” Steve pulls away, raking his fingers through his hair. “She's our best friend, she's like the most amazing person I know and she's getting married and I'm not happy…" he trails off, meeting Bucky's knowing eyes.
"Oh," Steve just says and Bucky nods, leaning back against the cushions.
"How long have you…?" He doesn't say the words but Bucky knows what he means.
"Remember when she dated Loki?" Steve nods and Bucky shrugs. "Right around that time.”
Steve feels like Bucky has grown two heads. He is so casual about the whole thing while it feels like Steve's insides are drowning in black tar.
"How do you…?"
"Bare it?" Bucky raises an eyebrow and when Steve nods he continues. "Well, I just tried to be there for her when she needed me. I didn’t want to push anything since she clearly said she wanted to stay away from relationships after Loki. And then you know, dad passed, and I started down this line of work together with you, and she met him," he shrugs again. "I would rather live with the pain than without the two of you in my life."
Steve's eyes search Bucky's for a moment.
"You'll always have me," he states, making Bucky smile.
"And every day I am grateful for that," he says in a low voice, gently grabbing Steve's chin and kissing him.
Steve loves kissing Bucky, it's like coming home to a warm fire after wading through cold mud. The kiss quickly turns heavy and Steve starts pulling on Bucky’s clothes. Withdrawing, Bucky strokes his cheek.
“What do you need?”
“I don’t know,” Steve confesses.
Bucky nods and moves his hand to the back of Steve’s head, fisting the hair and pulling his head back slightly. “You just do as I say, okay?”
“Okay,” Steve answers, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, eyes already calmer.
They don’t use titles like sir or master or anything like that, it’s never been their thing, but Bucky knows just what Steve needs at a time like this. And if it was the other way around, Steve would do the same for him.
“Good, who do you belong to Steve?”
“You, Bucky,” he quickly answers.
“And?”
“Sweets,” his voice is pained.
"Good Steve," Bucky praises and sees Steve’s shoulders relax more. “Now get on the floor and suck my dick.”
Steve goes and it feels so good to not have to make any decisions and just focus on Bucky. In the back of his head, he knows he’s going to have to deal with his feelings for you later, but right now he just wants any relief he can get.
He opens up Bucky’s pants and takes his cock out, not hesitating a second before swallowing him down. Bucky’s fingers tangles in Steve’s hair, moving his head up and down, his own tipped back against the couch, moaning.
"Just like that. Your mouth feels so good, Steve. Fuck, you’re so good at this."
He hums in appreciation, taking Bucky as deep as he can, letting his tongue caress the length, focusing on giving him all the pleasure he can. Steve's own dick is painfully hard but he knows better than to do anything about it, and he knows Bucky will take care of him.
"I'm going to come down your throat," Bucky warns, giving him the option to stop, but he doesn't. A few deep swallows later and Bucky is shooting down his throat, a groan of Steve's name leaving his mouth in the process.
Steve pulls off and swallows dutifully. Bucky's hand strokes the side of his face.
"Clothes off," he demands quietly and in moments Steve is naked, kneeling on the floor. Bucky stands up, slowly losing his clothing, revealing the body Steve has seen hundreds of times but never gets tired of looking at.
It's hard to keep himself going slow. Steve looks so pretty and helpless on the floor in front of him, Bucky wants to push him down and fuck him hard and fast. But he knows he needs to drag this out for Steve's sake, let him out of his head as long as Bucky can manage.
That's why he holds Steve's gaze as he undresses, keeping him right in the moment. He sits back down when he's done, his cock not yet hard again, but he knows how to remedy that.
"Get the lube and get up here," he commands and Steve scrambles, still on his knees to get the lube hidden in a drawer in the coffee table, before crawling onto the couch and straddling Bucky.
Steve's not a small man and Bucky has to crane his neck to look up at him. He takes the lube in one hand, coating his fingers generously before reaching back behind Steve.
"Ah, Buck!" Steve's voice is honey and Bucky can't help but smile as he slowly starts to work Steve open.
"Hold onto me," he instructs and Steve's hands grasp his shoulders. Bucky's other hand goes to Steve's cock, lazily stroking it.
"So good for me. Always so good," he murmurs as Steve takes another finger. Trembles start going through his body and Bucky lets his cock go, knowing that keeping Steve on edge will only help him. The grip Steve has is bruising, his mouth hanging open, and small pants fall continuously from his lips. It makes Bucky smile, knowing he is making him feel better. Feel good even.
"Buck," Steve pleads in a whisper, eyes tightly closed.
"I don't know if you're ready Stevie," Bucky teases and works the third finger in. With a growl, Steve grabs the lube and reaches down to Bucky's cock, which is hard once again. As soon as Steve's slick fist grabs him he moans loudly.
"Yes, fuck, you’re ready. Only teasing, dammit," Bucky groans and withdraws his fingers, wiping them on a blanket nearby. Before he is done Steve has positioned himself and starts sinking down.
Their moans fill the room quickly. It's a pleasure to watch Steve's muscled body move, in any way, but especially like this. The sweat is making him shine, looking like a god.
"You're taking me so well. So perfect. Fuck you're beautiful," Bucky tells him and grabs his cock. He needs Steve to finish first and his own orgasm is approaching too quickly.
"Gonna need you to come for me Steve," he says. "Paint us with your cum and let me fill you up."
Steve lets Bucky's voice carry him, doing as he's told and angling his hips, getting the thick cock just right.
"That's it," Bucky praises. Steve tips his head back as the feeling climbs until he finally reaches the peak. Bucky is seconds behind him.
The only downside to Steve being just as tall and broad as Bucky is that Bucky can’t pick him up and carry him. Instead, he settles on pulling Steve into him, holding him tightly, and kissing the skin where he can reach. Steve’s hammering heart and panting breath slow after a while and he sags into Bucky.
"I am so fucking stupid," he murmurs. The reprieve Bucky created for him is over and now it’s all coming back quickly. "How did I not understand this earlier?"
"Feelings are complicated, Steve. But we’re going to get through this, I promise.”
“I love you, Bucky.”
It’s not something they tell each other often, but it feels important to say it now, more than ever.
“I love you, Steve. And Sweets do too.”
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No one as sweet as you
Stucky/Fem!Reader
Explicit | ~9.4k
When you’re hurt by your boyfriend you go to the two people you can depend on for anything, Steve and Bucky, your best friends.
This is set while they were living together in college. It focuses on their relationship and how Bucky and Steve started to develop feelings for Sweets as more than just their best friend.
Steve's break-up
Teen | ~1k
Bucky's break-up
Mature | ~1.7k
Reader's break-up
Teen | 1.9k
Realization
Stucky
Explicit | 1.6k
Steve/Sweets | Explicit
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Mafia AU prequels - Bucky's break-up
✦ Pairing: Stucky/Fem!Reader
✦ Word count: ~1.7k
✦ Rating: Mature
✦ Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, mild swearing, angst, mentions of alcohol consumption, lots of fluff and feels, platonic cuddling, sharing a bed, Bucky is a dramatic drunk, unrequited love/crush, mention of loki/reader.
✦ Summary: The thing with roommates is that you will hear them during sex occasionally, it can’t be avoided with thin walls in an old building. But since that Wednesday Bucky never once slept alone and the rest of the time he was hardly in the apartment.
✦ Note: This is a prequel to No one as sweet as you set while they were living together in college, which focuses on their growing relationship and how Bucky and Steve started to develop feelings for Sweets as more than just their best friend. You don't need to read No one as sweet as you to get this but I recommend it. (Also posted on AO3)
Series masterlist
Masterlist | AO3
Bucky and Dot broke up on a Wednesday around lunch. On Wednesday night Bucky had a new girl in his bed and you and Steve shrugged, put on your headphones, and waited for it to blow over.
The thing with roommates is that you will hear them during sex occasionally, it can’t be avoided with thin walls in an old building. But since that Wednesday Bucky never once slept alone and the rest of the time he was hardly in the apartment.
With your room right in between Steve and Bucky’s, you took the brunt of the sounds and on Friday morning you decided to take shelter in Steve’s room because the girl was a screamer and you had barely slept for two days.
Now it’s Tuesday, around one am and both Steve and you are awake, listening to the moans and sounds making their way through your room and into Steve’s.
"How does he even do it?" Steve sounds a little amazed as you both lay in bed and stare at the ceiling.
"Drugs?" you ask.
"Honestly, it has to be, how else is he going at it all the time like that?"
"Maybe they're all faking it?" you suggest.
"I've never heard anyone complain about him," Steve shrugs. "But I mean statistically he can’t get it right for everyone every time."
"If he does, he is one of a kind," you decide.
"Tempted to go for a ride?"
You hear the smile in Steve's voice without even looking.
"No, not really," you grimace. "We should do something, I’m not sure it’s healthy anymore."
"Yeah I know, Sweets, but if I try and grab him like he did with me when I was sad about Peggy he is probably going to punch me," Steve sounds concerned too.
Sweets, that dorky nickname they both have decided to call you because you happen to like all things sweet. Somehow it had stuck, even though you protested.
"I can try and talk to him," you pause before continuing. "If he is ever alone again."
Suddenly the front door slams and you realize that the sounds have stopped. Sharing a look both of you rush out of bed, finding Bucky in the kitchen, downing a gallon of juice.
"Want some?" He holds it out when he sees you. The smell of alcohol on his breath is strong, even when you’re a few feet away, pulling out a chair to sit down across from where he’s standing.
"No thank you," you answer while Steve leans against the fridge.
"So, who was that?" you ask.
Bucky shrugs.
"Don't know, met her at a bar."
"Are you using protection?" Steve asks with a raised eyebrow. Bucky straightens up, putting the open juice jug down hard on the counter, making liquid slosh out, looking at Steve with black eyes that you’ve never seen before.
"Of course I am, do you think I'm fucking dumb or somethin'," he snarls.
Bucky tends to be a little dramatic when he's drunk. In an effort to calm him down you reach out to him.
"Hey, Bucky, it's okay, he wasn't-" The moment your fingers touch his arm, he turns and moves his hand.
"Don't fucking touch me," he says and the palm of his hand connects with your underarm.
Out of surprise and not because it hurts, you yelp and look up at Bucky, a little confused because he’s never reacted like that before. He stares back at you with horrified eyes, realization dawning on him. Slowly, without another word, he backs away and hurries over to his room, slamming the door behind him like a teenager in a fit.
Steve moves forward and grabs your arm, turning it over to see if you’re hurt.
"What the fuck is wrong with him," he murmurs.
"It's nothing, I was just surprised," you shrug. "I've hurt myself worse by bumping into tables."
"That is no fucking excuse."
Steve lets go and starts towards Bucky's door. Before he can knock, Bucky opens it with a bag over his shoulder. He's changed into new clothes and his cap is pulled down low over his eyes.
Steve blocks the doorway and crosses his arms, asking "Where the fuck are you going?"
"Heading out, move," Bucky mumbles and tries to duck past Steve but the other won't let him.
"The fuck your not, you're gonna stay here and face whatever it is that you’re feeling," Steve's voice is laced with restrained anger.
"And you're gonna apologize to Sweets."
You’re about to protest that you're not really hurt, but Steve shoots a look over his shoulder and you clamp your mouth shut.
"We understand that you're sad about Dot," Steve is softer now and he leans on the doorframe, giving Bucky a way out but he doesn't take it, he just stands there, looking at the ground.
"You don't understand shit, Steve," Bucky mutter.
"Have you even cried?" Steve asks and that makes Bucky’s head snap up, his mouth a thin line.
"Real men don't fucking cry," he hisses. They stare at each other for a long while, then Steve points to you.
"Can real men apologize when they're being a fucking ass?" Steve asks with poorly hidden disdain.
This is a sore spot for both of them and has been the grounds for arguments before. Bucky has some views on what it means to be a man that neither Steve nor you share. It has gotten better over the years according to Steve but you have not seen Bucky cry once, not to sad movies or when he’s been injured, or even had his heart broken. It's concerning, but maybe you and Steve can help him with that one day.
The bag lands on the floor with a thump and he walks past Steve to where you're sitting on the chair. Without a word he gets down on his knees in front of you and gently grabs your arm, pressing his lips against your skin murmuring "I'm sorry," repeatedly.
Steve has turned to look at you and you meet his eyes that are still hard and annoyed.
You use your free hand to remove the cap and run your fingers through Bucky's hair, whispering, "It's okay."
When you do, Bucky stiffens and stops moving for a moment, then he lets go of your arm and buries his face in your pajama-clad lap, his voice trembling when he says, "I'll move out, I swear. I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, Sweets! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I love you so much."
Steve softens immediately and pushes off the door to settle on the floor beside him, rubbing his back.
“No need for that Buck,” he says softly and you echo him.
“I don’t want you to leave Bucky,” you grab one of his hands and gently press a kiss to the top of it before placing it back again.
After several minutes of silence, Bucky asks angrily into your legs, "Why the fuck does it have to hurt this much.”
"I don't know," you answer truthfully.
"I wish I never met her, never fucked her, never fucking loved her,” Bucky continues.
"No, you don't," Steve argues. "I know it might feel like you will never be happy again but it will get better."
Bucky lifts his head and Steve cups his face and brushes his cheeks, even though there are no tears there.
"We love you, and we will help you with anything you need," you promise.
Bucky nods and lays his head down against your legs again with Steve's hand still on his cheek.
Eventually, Steve stands up and Bucky looks at him a little worried.
"Not leaving, just gonna get another blanket for the bed," he reassures him. While Steve is gone Bucky says, "I'm sorry I hurt you, I love you, Sweets, more than you could ever know." And you smile because even though you know he’s exaggerating, it’s still nice to hear him say it.
"I know Bucky, I know," you whisper.
When Steve comes back he pulls Bucky to his feet and guides him into the bedroom.
You check the front door before turning all the lights out, then padding over to Steve's room too. They're cuddled together, Bucky's head pressed into Steve's shoulder and you move to slide in behind Bucky, but he grabs you around the waist and pulls you down between them. It makes you giggle and there is a weak smile answering on Bucky's face before you all settle in.
There is not even a light bruise left behind on your arm the next day, but you've never seen Bucky so remorseful. In the following weeks, he accompanies you around to classes, carries your stuff, and has sworn off drinking. Both you and Steve are skeptical because Bucky is famous for his partying but in the months that follow he often goes out but always comes home sober.
One day when you're having lunch at home together on the couch, you ask him about it.
First, he puts his food down before taking hold of your utensils and placing them on the table. Then he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, hugging you so tightly you can hardly breathe.
"I never want to put you in that situation again," he explains. "What if I get angry and do something worse, to you, or Steve, or anyone else."
Hugging him back as best you can you say "Maybe you should talk to a professional about it?"
"I'm on a waiting list," he replies.
You cuddle into him, really trying to show him that you mean it when you say, "Bucky I'm not afraid of you, I know you didn't mean to hurt me."
"Don't make excuses for me," he says and picks up a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.
The moment is cut off by your phone chiming and you wiggle out of his hold. When you pull it out a smile splits your face.
"Have to go," you grab another spoonful of fried rice then get up.
"Who was that?" Bucky asks.
Since you’re halfway to the door you don't pick up on his tone.
"Just someone I've been seeing,"
"What's his name?"
"Loki, he's from Europe!"
You turn around with a smile and throw him a kiss before you're out the door.
Bucky feels his heart break, again, only this time he has no excuse to be sad about it because you aren't his.
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Mafia AU prequels - Steve's break-up
✦ Pairing: Stucky/Fem!Reader
✦ Word count: ~1k
✦ Rating: Teen
✦ Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, mild swearing, lots of fluff and feels, platonic cuddling, mention of peggy carter, sharing a bed.
✦ Summary: Steve is heartbroken and you're worried.
✦ Note: This is a prequel to No one as sweet as you set while they were living together in college, which focuses on their growing relationship and how Bucky and Steve started to develop feelings for Sweets as more than just their best friend. You don't need to read No one as sweet as you to get this but I recommend it. (Also posted on AO3)
Series masterlist
Masterlist | AO3
The door has been closed for five days, or at least not opened while you’ve been awake. You stare at it and chew on your thumbnail, so engrossed in worry that you don't notice Bucky coming up beside you until he puts his arm around your shoulders, startling you.
“Sorry,” he frowns but you wave it away. "He hasn't come out yet?"
You shake your head.
"Have you knocked?"
You nod.
"What did he say?"
"Told me to go away," you mumble.
At that moment Steve's door opens and his disheveled face appears. He hasn’t shaved and the stubble together with his bloodshot eyes and swollen face makes him ten years older. Seeing him like this makes your heart ache and you can’t help the small breath of his name that slips from your lips, out of instinct you reach out for him, but he pulls back and you quickly retreat.
"Leave me alone," Steve says with a tired voice and you take a step back but Bucky has had enough. For someone so wide, he moves quickly and you barely register it before it happens.
In a flash, he grips the back of Steve’s neck, pushes him down until he’s bent over, and grabs his arm to push it up against his back.
"No," Bucky answers. "You have been in there for days, you smell like shit and you look even worse."
Steve tries to argue, “Buck, if you don’t fucking let me go right this goddamn second I’m going to fuck you up until-”
You don’t think you’ve heard Steve curse so much through your whole friendship but Bucky is unfaced as he drags Steve out and towards his own room. You follow behind them, a little horrified by Bucky's treatment.
"You are gonna take a shower, eat dinner with us, and then we're all getting some fucking sleep."
Bucky releases him inside the bathroom of his room and then closes the door behind him.
He glares at the door, daring him to open it but when the shower turns on both of you head to the kitchen. While Steve gets clean, you and Bucky look through the fridge for dinner. It’s not much for three college students but Bucky is excellent at making something out of nothing and you’re happy to assist.
“He’s so fucking stubborn,” Bucky complains.
“Reminds me of someone else I know,” you murmur and then chuckle when Bucky gives you a sideways look, but you wave the carrot you’re holding at him threateningly and he smiles.
Steve steps out of Bucky’s room a while later, looking a little better, dressed in some of Bucky’s clothes. Without saying another word he steals a piece of the carrot you’re chopping and walks up to Bucky, who turns to him and opens his arms.
Steve doesn’t even hesitate to wrap his arms around Bucky’s waist and bury his face in his shoulder. Ladle still in one hand, Bucky hugs him back and you turn back to the vegetables. They exchange low words that you can’t quite make out and you’re happy they can find comfort in each other.
Suddenly arms wrap around your waist from behind, lifting you and causing you to drop the knife, making it clatter on the counter.
“Hey!” You begin but Steve doesn’t listen. Instead, he spins you around and puts you down so he can turn you towards him, before lifting you again to place you on the kitchen table.
“Bucky says you’ve been worrying,” his voice is soft as he cups your face, his eyes are red and tired, but also laced with concern. Tears burn in your eyes too, because you hate seeing him like this, but you won’t cry, not when he needs you. It’s so typical of him to worry about your feelings when he can barely keep it together. Taking a steading breath you explain, “Of course, it’s tough seeing you this heartbroken.” And place your hands on the outside of his.
“Can I-” Steve hesitates and you squeeze his hands, encouraging him. “Can I hold you? Just for a second?”
He’s so timid when he asks but you smile at him and hold out your arms.
“Take as long as you need,” you tell him.
Steve’s arms wrap around you again and much like he did with Bucky he buries his face in your neck. You caress up and down his back, his nape, run your fingers through his hair and don’t comment when you feel wetness on your skin.
Steve’s not always talkative when he goes through something, but if he’s tactile at other times, it’s amplified when he's sad. So when dinner is ready he sits between the two of you and makes sure your thigh is resting on top of his and that Bucky’s arm is pressed against his own while eating.
When all of you are done, Steve gets up first and grabs the dishes. Bucky and you follow and together you help clear the kitchen and it's like everything is normal for a few minutes.
It's not even eight but Bucky points toward his room.
"Go."
So you take Steve by the hand and he doesn't protest. More often you use Steve's bed because it's a little bit bigger, but his room is always littered with art supplies and since he's been in there for a while it's probably a bigger mess than usual. And your bed is too small to accommodate all three of you.
Lifting the covers you let Steve climb in first before dimming the lights and then sliding in beside him. Immediately he pulls you in until you're lying on his chest and that's how Bucky finds you. You can make out a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and you know it’s not because he’s happy about Steve’s situation, but because just like you feel, it makes him happy to see Steve find comfort.
It's a tight fit but Bucky tucks himself into Steve's other side and finds your hand, tangling your fingers together on top of his chest. A moment later Steve's breath hitches but you don't move, just share a glance with Bucky. Steve cries silently and then starts talking, about how much he misses Peggy and how it feels like he'll never be able to find someone like her again.
None of you try to tell him it will get better, because for him, right now, it will never get better. But with the help of time, you and Bucky will patch his heart until it's as good as new.
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Highest bidder - Steve Rogers x virgin!reader
✦ Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader
✦ Word count: ~5k
✦ Raiting: Explicit
✦ Warnings: AU, kind of soft!dark Steve, reader is in her mid-twenties, one shot, pwp, insecurity, loss of virginity, piv sex, condoms, cunnilingus, smallest hint of a daddy kink, fluff and smut, dirty talk, friends to lovers, small hint of possessive/protective!Steve. Let me know if I missed anything!
✦ Summary: Tired of being a virgin and out of money you travel to Las Vegas to auction it off. Little do you know your friend Steve Rogers won't let anyone else have you.
✦ Note:
I think this is among the first times that I cross-post a whole fic to tumblr. This fic is also on AO3. I'll see what the response is like here and maybe I'll continue to do it in the future.
Masterlist | AO3
"So what are you up to this weekend?" Steve asks as you take the first sip of your beer. For a second you debate not telling him and Bucky, sitting across from you in the booth.
"Me and Wanda are going to Vegas."
"What? Without me?" Bucky’s scandalized voice makes you laugh.
"You don't like traveling, or Vegas for that matter," Steve points out. And that is true, you much prefer to stay in your apartment, reading your books and drinking tea.
"Also, didn't you say you could hardly afford to go out with us tonight?" Bucky questions.
"Well," you begin, scratching at the beer label, not wanting to look at them. "The trip is paid for."
The stunned silence from across the table doesn't bode well, you know you're in for an interrogation now.
"Do you need help? Are you in trouble?" Steve's concerned voice makes you look up. He's always so sweet and caring to you, looking out for you all the time.
"No, I'm fine. I'm doing it willingly," you answer.
"What are you doing willingly?" There is no hiding the curiosity in Bucky’s voice.
Once again you're not sure you're going to tell them, but it also doesn't make sense to keep it a secret. It's not a big deal, that's the whole point.
"I'm auctioning off my virginity," you confess and are rewarded with both of them looking at you like you've grown a second head. Before they can say anything you continue.
"I'm tired of it hanging over me, I just want it gone. And I'm also tired of scraping by. What you two make in an hour, I make in a month and I just want to be a step ahead instead of a step behind for once."
Bucky's smirk is the last thing you expect.
"How much are you starting at, I'll double it."
"Jerk." You throw some of your nuts his way.
He laughs in response.
"Honestly, tell me. What does a virginity go for these days?"
"I'm starting out at three thousand. It would be more if I didn’t put in a clause about condoms and I’m a little bit older than most others.”
“Well, my offer still stands,” Bucky concludes.
“I bet it does, perv.”
“And you don’t think the people buying you are pervs?”
Steve’s been quiet up until now and his accusatory tone makes you defensive.
“I’m not fucking stupid Steve, of course I know they are. They are also filthy rich. If I get bought by some disgusting old man I’ll smile and think about how fucking good it will feel not being stressed about money.”
He still doesn’t look pleased and you didn’t come here to get judged. Finishing your beer you get up and grab your jacket.
“I’ll see you around,” you say.
Before walking out.
Vegas is overwhelming and loud. Instantly you shrink down, pulling your shoulders up. You would be lost if it wasn’t for Wanda. She’s in her element, flagging down cabs and weaving through the streets while you do your best to keep up.
Finally, you arrive at your room. It’s small but not cramped and the two beds are clean.
“First, shower, and then we’ll get started on your hair and makeup,” Wanda instructs.
“You’re the best, you know that Wanda?” you smile at her.
“What are best friends for if not fixing you up for some old guy to buy your V-card,” she winks.
Maybe Wanda is a witch, you think as you look at yourself in the tall mirror backstage. Somehow she took your average look and styled it into something you would never in a hundred years be able to recreate. Instead of the innocent style many seem to prefer, she made sure you looked sexy. If this had been a regular night of going out, you’d feel uncomfortable that someone you knew would see you, but the two glasses of champagne and the knowledge that no one except you and Wanda would ever see this made your confidence high. The night moves quickly, both women and men going up on the well-lit stage to present themselves and then watching as the bids start coming in. The people bidding are not in the room, but in different hotels scattered across the city, typing in numbers. Some people do elaborate shows when they step up in front of the cameras. One guy deep-throats a large banana and at first, you giggle but then you see the digits on the screen. His bids are the highest all evening so far. You decide quickly that you will just go up, smile, and wave and wait. You aren’t expecting much, but your pride hopes at least one or two people will find you attractive enough to at least pay the starting bid.
Soon it’s your turn. With a pounding heart, you step up on the stage, your body warms not only from the light but from the nervousness coursing through your body. You concentrate on your breathing so you won’t pass out and when you smile you hope it looks genuine. At first, the monitors are quiet and your heart drops. Are you not good enough for even some old lonely pervert?
Then it dings with an incoming bid. It’s just above the starting sum, but you’re instantly relieved and can’t help the actually genuine smile that cracks your face. A second later another bid comes in. You don’t know how many people are placing the bids, you just see the number rise on the monitor, to your utter delight. Quickly it’s up to four thousand and the tempo slows, so maybe some people dropped out. But a few steady bids keep coming in, until it’s starting to near five thousand and it stops long enough for an automated voice ring out through the room.
“Going once. Going twice.”
Before it can finish the monitor chimes again, your mouth dropping open when you see the sum. Ten thousand dollars. It must be a mistake. The counting starts again, but you hardly hear it over the pure shock you’re experiencing.
Then you’re shooed away, given a room number and a key, before being put into a waiting car to take you to the hotel. When it stops outside of the Palms Casino you think you must be dreaming. It gets even worse when you realize you’re heading to the top floor. Whoever is waiting behind the door won’t matter, because you’ll gladly do anything they ask you.
The penthouse is stunning and it’s hard to take everything in. At the floor-to-ceiling windows, a figure is outlined. They’re backlit against the neon lights of Vegas and it’s hard to make out any details except the broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. That feels promising. They don’t turn around as you close the door but you don’t hesitate to step into the room and begin to walk up to them. Stopping a a few steps behind you say “Hi. I am flattered by your very generous-”
But you don’t get further because the person turns around and your words get stuck in your throat.
“Steve?!” You quickly step back to get away. This must be some cruel joke he and Bucky have come up with. Before you can run out of the room he grabs your wrist. The usually soft eyes are hard and his smiling mouth is a line of displeasure.
“Let go of me,” you demand.
“No can do, I paid for you,” his hard voice makes you still.
“This isn’t funny, Steve.”
“No, it’s not. Now you’re going to go into the bedroom and take off those heels, then kneel on the bed and wait for me,” his instructions make it very clear that if you argue, you won’t like what comes next, so instead you bow your head and say “Yes, Steve.”
You’ve never seen a king-size bed before and it’s much larger than you could’ve imagined. The sheets are soft against your knees as you sit on your feet, waiting. There are too many emotions and questions running wild in your body, but the most prominent one is Why had he bid on you?
There is no denying Steve is good looking and when Wanda had first introduced you, sure you’d had a crush on him. But you never thought about pursuing it. His life was far from yours, with luxury cars and expensive dinners, while you went out to eat once a year on your birthday. Both he and Bucky had offered you money on several occasions but you’d never taken it, because you’d never be able to pay it back and money being owed between friends always caused trouble.
You hear the steps nearing the room and you meet his eyes as he steps through the open door. He has left his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves on his shirt, making him more desirable and more dangerous at the same time. Taking a stand a the foot of the bed he stares you down but you don’t cower. Even though you want to ask what the fuck this is, the tension in the air tells you not to talk back right now, just show him that you’re not afraid. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise that Steve is here because he is someone you trust would never hurt you, or do anything against your will.
“Here is how this is going to go, sweetheart. I’ll do right by you and take this nice and slow like you deserve. Then when it’s over we’re sitting down to a nice dinner, and afterward I’m bending you over the dining room table and taking out all my fucking frustration on that cunt of yours until you can’t walk straight.”
His words send lightning bolts of desire through you and you nod in understanding.
“Use your words,” he demands.
“Yes, Steve,” you agree.
Then he crooks his fingers, indicating he wants you to come to him. You crawl the short way to the edge and sit back again.
His fingers grip your chin carefully.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Okay.”
The second he presses his lips to yours it's like being on cloud nine. It's soft but not hesitant and you instinctively grab a hold of his shirt. Steve begins slowly, as if not to scare you but the more you meet his advances the more he takes. Then he coaxes your lips to part, slipping in his tongue and finding yours to play with. Kissing other people has been nice before, but kissing Steve is exceptional. When his hands land at your waist and pull you into him, you can't keep the moan in. His touch hardens and it makes you throb to be this close to him.
You’re a little out of it when he pulls away and you must look it too because he chuckles.
"You like that?"
A dopey smile splits your lips and you nod. But then his hands travel to the front of your dress, hooking his fingertips into the fabric and you can’t help stiffen.
"Have you ever had your tits played with?" he asks.
With a groan, you shake your head.
"If you think kissing was great just wait until I get my mouth on the rest of you."
He sounds so confident, but you’re not and either it’s blatantly obvious that you’re insecure or he knows you too well.
"How are you feeling?"
You think about lying for a second but then decide against it.
"I don’t understand why.”
"Why what?"
"I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but, why me Steve?" You find the courage to look up at him. Now he has that soft smile that you absolutely adore on his stupidly handsome face. His voice is just as soft when he speaks.
"Not only are you absolutely stunning, and I’m not talking about the way you’re dolled up right now. I love seeing you in your big sweaters while you go around the bookstore and help people with recommendations. I also admire you, because you follow your heart. Doing what makes you happy is important to you and I wish I were more like that. Even if you look out for yourself, that never stops you from caring about others. You cry when you see clips of rescue animals. And you're so so obvious that I've been in love with you since Wanda introduced you."
"What?" you choke, your whole reality shifting.
"Sweet, dumb little pet.” Steve’s hands cup your face and light squeezes your cheeks together for a second. “I've wanted you since you stammered out your name. Something so pure and precious deserves the world."
"I didn’t know,” you whisper.
"Of course you didn’t. When I got home that night, I jerked myself off to the thought of you and I swear I never come so hard in my life."
"Steve!" Heat rushes into your cheeks at his words.
"I’ve had time to think about this a lot. I'm going to get you so wet and needy you will beg for my cock. I'm gonna make sure you're at the brink of insanity, deliriously begging for me to fuck you, even though you don't know what it feels like."
"Oh god!" you moan, desire moving through your body.
"Let me taste you, kitten. Let me make you scream,” his seductive voice rumbles.
Nodding you watch as his fingers pull the dress down, baring your breasts to his eyes. Instantly he cups them, thumbs brushing your nipples, making you keen.
"Prettiest fucking tits I've ever seen," he whispers before leaning down and licking a nipple.
The sensation makes you grab hold of his head to steady yourself. His tongue flicks it several times before sucking it into his mouth and you arch into him, clutching him, moaning out his name. Sure, you've been aroused in your life before, but the ache Steve creates is starting to feel painful.
"Steve!" you plead when he switches to the other side, giving your other nipple the same treatment. He hums against your skin before pulling off you with a plop and immediately kisses you again. Nothing is really different from before but just knowing that Steve's tongue was just somewhere else on your body and now it's in your mouth makes you heat up even more.
It feels good when he takes charge, it keeps your thoughts from running in all the wrong directions. He gets you to lie down, crawling onto the bed after you, kissing every inch of exposed skin he can get to while you shudder under him.
"How are you feeling?" he asks with a shit-eating grin, clearly knowing he's responsible for your state.
"Goodgoodgood!" Is all you can get out while pawing at his clothed chest.
"Want me to take it off?"
Nodding vigorously you try to undo the buttons, but fail. He laughs and sits back between your spread legs, untucking the shirt and pulling it over his head. The bulge in his pants is very visible and you swallow hard at the sight of it, both scared and excited. He notices you looking.
"We'll get to that later," he promises with another kiss. "First I'm going to get you wet and ready for me."
A hand hikes up your skirt and a finger follow the edge of your panties, down toward the juncture of your leg. It's like hot coal against your skin, burning you most sweetly. Even if you’re already soaked, his touch is sending pulse after pulse into your cunt and you're scared you're about to stain the sheets if he continues. A fingertip caresses over your core, touch so light it's almost not there but your sensitive skin feels it. Trembling you arch up, gripping the sheets.
"Is that good?"
Not knowing if you can speak you just nod and he continues. Down your thighs and back up, over and over again against your covered cunt, fingers getting firmer and firmer the more sounds you make.
A thrill you've never felt before has taken up place in your body, threatening to send your mind spiraling. To distract yourself you explore the plains of Steve's body that you can reach, stroking his arms and shoulders, but to feel him makes it even worse. You can’t wait to have him pressed against you.
Sitting back again he says, "I'm going to take these off now." He hooks his fingers at the top of your panties and starts to pull. "Lift your ass up." He instructs.
Now your tits and your cunt are exposed for him. Steve is staring, but when you try to close your legs from embarrassment he quickly puts his hands on your thighs to spread them apart even more.
"Don't you dare take that pretty pussy away from me," he all but growls and it sends another wave of pleasure into you. The air feels cold against your wet, warm skin.
Then his gaze flicks up to you and with another smile, he leans down bending you almost in half, placing a kiss on your lips.
"Last kiss before I devore you," he whispers and slides down your body. When his words sink in, you go rigid.
"No, you don't have to, we can just‐" you begin but the look he gives silences you.
"Do you know how long I have waited for this?" He nips the inside of your thigh.
"No," you whimper.
"Been dreaming about how you would feel, and taste." He mouths at your skin. "The nights I can’t sleep I lie there and think of you soaking my beard when you come for me," he groans and moves down a little more until his face is right in front of your pussy. "Now I'm having my fill and when I'm done you'll be primed for my cock, I promise."
Not giving you any time to answer he dives in. His tongue feels nothing like your own fingers, or the vibrator you have in your drawer. It's sending you to heaven with every stroke. Steve takes notes of what makes you moan the loudest and in no time the unmistakable warmth of an orgasm begins to build. You do your best to keep still, but it's hard when it feels so good and Steve follows your every movement until your thighs are trembling heavily, breath coming out in irregular gasps, your fingers threatening to tear the sheets apart.
It climbs quicker than you expect and when the orgasm rips through you it’s with a cry, that leaves you almost boneless afterward. Looking down, panting, you notice you've basically crushed Steve's head between your thighs. With a "Sorry!" You spread them apart and he comes up for air, his beard glistening with you.
"How was that?"
"Incredible," you sigh. The ache that threatened to consume you has died down to a more manageable throb.
"Great." He positions himself again and you stare with wide eyes. An amused smirk plays on his lips.
"Did you think that was it?"
You try to stutter out a response but he raises his hand and wiggles his fingers playfully.
"Now you get these too."
After a second you relax into the pillows, trusting Steve with your body. He's gentle when he begins, now that your cunt is a million times more sensitive, but soon you're trembling again, and then the tip of his finger is at your opening. It slides in without resistance and the feeling changes. More nerves send sparks through you from new places. It's too much for your poor brain to decipher and you don’t fight it, just let it take you, like you’re floating down a stream.
"Good girl, relaxing for me so well."
Through bleary eyes you see him looking up at you.
"Ready for another one?"
You're not sure what that means but you nod anyway and are rewarded with a smile. He never looks away from you as you feel another finger press in together with the first. A high-pitched sound leaves you as your chest heaves. It's too much but not enough. You’re so full but in the best way possible. Then he moves them and you can hear just how wet he's made you.
His tongue comes back to play with your clit and soon you're at the edge of another orgasm.
"Yes yes yes!" You chant over and over again. Everything he does feels so good. The sensation of clamping down on his fingers as you come is new and makes the orgasm much stronger this time, leaving you mildly disoriented for a second.
"God, you look so beautiful when you come."
Steve lays his head against your leg, still moving his hand and sending small aftershocks into your body.
"You know what?"
"What Stevie?" you ask, your voice a little hoarse as you reach down and place your hand in his soft hair, carding your fingers through it, just to feel him.
"I don't think you noticed, but there are three fingers inside you now."
You make a questioning sound.
"Added another right after you came. No problem at all. Just need you to come one more time, then I'll know you're ready."
He does something with his fingers inside you, making you whimper from the pleasure it sends through you.
"Found your G-spot too," he looks smug as he says it. "Let's see what happens when I play with just that."
It’s another new experience that puts your body on edge in the best way. The pleasure never dissipates but it never builds either and finally you can't stand it anymore, deciding to beg for the relief he can give you.
"Stevie, please! Use your mouth again!"
"Of course, when you ask so nicely."
When he sucks your clit into his mouth, it makes you see stars, and seconds later the built-up ecstasy reaches its peak. Gripping his head you grind against his tongue with a cry of his name because it’s so fucking good.
Afterward, you sink down with a relieved sigh and you're pretty sure your muscles have never been this relaxed in your life.
"Such a good girl for me." Steve praises before pulling out his fingers, licking them clean, and moving off the bed. You instantly feel achingly empty. Not taking his eyes from you he undo his pants and slide them and his underwear off.
The sight of his hard, leaking cock standing out from his body is kind of mesmerizing. You've seen dicks in pictures, sent unsolicited to you on a few occasions, and a couple of times when you've tried to watch porn. Never before have you thought a dick could look pretty. As if something possesses your body you crawl over to the edge of the bed, settling on your legs and reaching out towards it. Steve watches, chest heaving slightly as you trace his cock with a fingertip, all the way from root to tip, dipping it into the leaking mess. Looking up at him you bring it to your mouth and lick it. The groan he lets out in response is delicious.
It doesn't taste bad, just different and you're about to ask if you can try to take him in your mouth but as if sensing your thoughts he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. At first, you try to move away, knowing where he has just been, but he keeps a steady hand at the back of your neck, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, and just like him, it’s not bad, just different.
"If I let you touch me more than that, I'll burst,” he explains before he grabs your dress and pulls it off you in one go. “Now be good and lay down again."
"Yes, Stevie," you answer and fall onto the bed, spreading your legs. Instead of joining you right away, he walks up to the bedside table and opens a drawer, pulling out a square package.
Embarrassment fills you. In your post-orgasmic state, you forgot about your own rule. If he hadn’t gotten a condom you would gladly have let him take you raw. Lucky for you, Steve is not the type of person to take advantage of you like that. He rolls it on and you swallow hard. Just the look of it is big, you’re not sure how it will fit.
"Don't be scared. With how wet you are, it’ll glide right in," he says with a smile, kneeling between your spread legs.
This is the moment, you think. After this, you won't be a virgin anymore. Even if it is just a social construct, you've never actually had a dick inside of you and that will be a new experience.
Steve kisses you, helping the doubts slip away. The rubber feels weird against your lower lips, and then it's at your opening. The tip presses inside and Steve watches your face.
"Does it hurt?" he asks.
"No,” you assure him. “It's just different."
"Tell me if you want to stop."
"Just keep going."
Slowly he eases his way inside and once he bottoms out both of you are breathing heavily. With a groan, Steve's head lands on your shoulder.
"Fuck you're like a vice around my dick. I'm going to try to move."
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, caressing his back and he starts moving. You feel like you're filled to the brim and it's pressing against your G-spot, making you warm and high again. Experimentally you lift your hips, meeting his, eliciting a moan from him.
"I'm sorry," Steve mumbles. "I won't last long."
Before you can respond he continues.
"You feel too good. So tight and warm. Fuck!"
Then he lifts himself on one of his strong arms before grabbing the back of your neck and bending it until you're looking down toward where your bodies are connected.
Steve slams his hips into you and you answer with a cry of pleasure.
"Look at that unused cunt taking my big cock so well."
"Steve!" you whine. His thrusts are too good, the pressure too much, and looking at it only makes you hotter.
"It was made for me, right?"
"Yes! Ah! Steve!"
The throb in your clit is driving you insane and you reach down to relieve it.
"Oh fuck. Are you gonna come on my dick your first time? That's dirty."
You never expected words to be such a big part of sex, but the way Steve is talking is heightening your sensation.
"That's right. Rub your clit for me. Fuck you're clenching around me so hard. Tell me if you're gonna come."
Nodding frantically you feel the climax building. Your whole body is a coil wind up tight and you're not sure what will happen when it snaps.
"I'm - I'm… I think I'm going to come, Steve," you moan. The pressure in your lower stomach is excruciating and delirious. You just need a little more. Letting go of your head he meets your eyes.
"Good girl, I'm right behind you. Squeeze me dry. Come for Daddy."
The last words enter your brain and sweep you off. The orgasm takes over your whole body and drowns you in pleasure. The edge of your vision blurs, your body shuddering violently. You hear the blood pumping in your veins. Feel your heart drumming in your ribcage. On some level you're aware of Steve above you, chanting your name as his hips pump into you and he fills the condom.
The weight of him is nearly crushing but also makes you feel safe. For the first time, you have the presence of mind to take in his body as you caress down his sides and his back, down over his ass as far as you can reach. It makes him sigh happily and you feel so content. After a while, he raises himself on his elbows and pecks your lips, nose, and cheeks until you giggle, before getting off completely and disposing of the condom. As soon as the warmth of him leaves, small, cruel thoughts about this once again being some kind of joke start forming in your head. Despite what he’s said, you find it hard to believe that it would be true.
Before you have time to think more about it he is beside you in the bed again, leaning on his arm and looking down at you.
"So, how was that?" He’s curious, there’s no hiding it.
"Better than I could ever dream of," you answer honestly.
"Well, that's an ego boost," Steve laughs.
"How… How was I?"
He kisses you before he whispers, "Best I ever had."
You can't help but snort at that.
"Don't fucking lie to me."
With a growl Steve rolls onto his back, taking you with him and making you lay on his chest.
"It's the fucking truth, and unless you want a spanking to go with the next round, you're going to believe me."
That tone of voice. The threat of pain and pleasure combined sparks something inside you, and Steve notices.
"Oh, does that make you horny?"
Hiding your face in the crook of his neck you say "Yes, Daddy."
Steve groans and crushes you into his chest.
"If I could fuck you again right now, believe me, I would."
Several hours later you're in bed again, pressed against Steve’s warm chest. He did what he promised and you’re sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. But something is weighing on your mind.
“I’ll pay you back,” you say.
“If you do, you’ll wish I spanked you.”
“But-,”
“No. I told you that you deserve the world, that money is a drop in the ocean to me.”
“I can’t believe you bought me.”
“I can’t believe you sold your body.” Even if you can’t see him, his voice makes it clear he’s not happy. “The thought of someone else touching you, fucking you. I’m not a violent man, but that makes me want to kill.”
“I’m glad it was you,” you confess with a smile and kiss his skin. A moment later he’s on top of you, kissing you sweetly and you feel him stirring against you, growing hard. An answering wetness pool at your core.
“I need you again,” he murmurs against your mouth. With a nod, you reach between your bodies to guide him inside.
Pulling back, he says “Condom.” When he reaches over to the bedside table, you shake your head and lift your hips.
“Oh fuck, are you sure?”
“I want to feel you,” you reassure him.
It’s a bit sore when he presses inside but the movements are slow, and the kisses quickly take your mind off it. Afterward, he doesn’t pull out, and you fall asleep with his cum and cock between your legs, happy he was your highest bidder.
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Mafia AU prequels - Reader's break-up
✦ Pairing: Stucky/Fem!Reader, mention of Loki/Fem!Reader
✦ Word count: ~1.9k
✦ Rating: Teen
✦ Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, angst, heartbreak, alcohol consumption, lots of fluff and feels, cuddling, sharing a bed, unrequited love/crush.
✦ Summary: Bucky made it his mission to get you to laugh at least once a day, telling stories about Steve and him growing up, or finding a list of dumb jokes and reading them out loud until you found one funny.
✦ Note: This is a prequel to No one as sweet as you set while they were living together in college, which focuses on their growing relationship and how Bucky and Steve started to develop feelings for Sweets as more than just their best friend. You don't need to read No one as sweet as you to get this but I recommend it. (Also posted on AO3)
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You knew it would hurt when Loki left but you didn’t think it would feel like your heart had been ripped out of your chest. After kissing him goodbye and watching the taxi leave for the airport you collapsed on a nearby bench, unable to move.
The tears had been streaming down your face and you realized you wouldn’t make it home by yourself, so you called Steve and he had dropped everything.
That’s how you find yourself leaning on him, trying to breathe between fits of tears as you walk home. Bucky is waiting inside the door, taking you from Steve to lead you to the couch. You curl up in a ball, trying to lessen the hurt in your chest and Bucky puts his arms around you while you ugly-cry yourself to a headache.
The sun sets at some point.
“Sleep?” Bucky asks into your hair and you nod, not really able to form coherent sentences at the moment.
Steve leads you into his bedroom and gives you a moment of privacy to change into your pajamas that he got from your room. He couldn’t have known that the t-shirt you’ve been sleeping in the past week is one that Loki gave you when he noticed how much you liked it.
Through sniffles, you manage to get it over your head and then get the soft shorts on. You open the door, signaling you’re done before crawling onto the bed and collapsing among the sheets.
The exhaustion makes you crash and you don’t even notice when Steve and Bucky have to move you because you somehow managed to lay on everyone's covers.
Morning comes regardless of your broken heart. The first thing you notice is that the sheets smell odd, and then it hits you. It’s not Loki’s smell surrounding you and it makes you start crying once again.
Finding a pillow you hug it to your chest, curling up on the side. Sometime after that, the door opens, and the bed dips behind you. Soft hands caress your hair and down your neck, rubbing your back soothingly. It makes it slightly better, makes you feel less alone in the hell that is your broken heart.
The person behind you lays down, hugging you close to their chest, resting their cheek at the side of your face.
“Hey, Sweets,” Steve whispers. His soft voice and warm embrace calm you down.
Ever since you found out Loki was going back you’ve been trying to keep up a brave face, because you didn’t want your last weeks together to just be filled with sadness. But when you were at home, and Loki wasn’t there you could let your face fall and shoulders sag.
They were always right there beside you, with food, encouraging words, or helping you get through assignments. Bucky made it his mission to get you to laugh at least once a day, telling stories about Steve and him growing up, or finding a list of dumb jokes and reading them out loud until you found one funny.
You kept telling them you were fine but they didn’t buy it, and after a while you accepted the help, the hugs, and the dumb jokes.
"I'm going to need you to eat and drink something," Steve continues to speak softly. "I know you don't want to. But just something, okay?"
You nod into the pillow.
"Okay," you manage and Steve moves before you get up and drag yourself to the kitchen.
Bucky hands you a Nutella sandwich and a cup of coffee as you sit down. You eat with no enthusiasm, knowing that when you're done you can go back to wallowing. They don’t try to talk to you, only sit beside you in silent support. After washing down the food with the last of the coffee you get up with a quiet “Thanks,” and walk straight back to Steve's room.
Even if the bed makes you feel safe and comfortable you can't seem to go back to sleep. You toss and turn and no matter what you do, blessed sleep refuses to retake you.
After a while, you sigh and find your phone. The first thing you see is that Loki posted a picture from London, looking happy and not at all as heartbroken as you. At first, rage boils in your blood but it’s quickly replaced with sadness and the tears start rolling down your face once again.
Now you feel stupid. Looking back, maybe you’d taken the whole thing too seriously, and to him it had been a fling.
You lay there, thinking of revenge and if it would be too unreasonable to fly to London to give him a piece of your mind. Bucky and Steve would go with you if you asked.
Instead, you text Darcy, wondering if she wants to day drink. She responds quickly, asking if you want to come to her place. Apparently, Jane is equally upset with Loki’s brother Thor.
Bucky watches you walk out of Steve’s room and into your own, closing the door behind you. A second later music starts blaring. He scowls and gives Steve a look but the other just shrugs. “She has her way of working through it, just like me and you.”
An hour later you emerge with your hair and make-up fixed. Bucky feels disgusted by himself when his first reaction to you is lust. You’re looking fantastic but your eyes have no spark in them. The shell might be pretty but the soul underneath is suffering. He wishes he had a way to fix it, make you happy again, bring Loki back if that’s what you need. Even if it will make him suffer watching you with someone else he will gladly do it, if that’s what will make your eyes twinkle with life again.
His big fat crush on you has not diminished one bit since coming to the realization a couple of months ago. Instead of telling you he asks, "Where are you off to, Sweets?"
As you grab a bottle of wine off the shelf and put it in your bag.
"Darcy’s," you answer, and a moment later you're out of the apartment, the door shutting behind you.
“But I mean, Steve is nice. Bucky too I suppose, if he ever stops doing the staring thing,” Darcy comments as she pours you another glass of wine. You shrug, there is no denying they’re handsome and you love them as your friends, but you’ve never thought of them as potential boyfriends.
“It never crossed your mind?” she asks and sits down next to Jane.
Another shrug. “Why would it? They’re my best friends.”
“You say that like it’s two opposite things,” she points out. “It’s not.”
“Well, it’s not going to happen, I don’t have those kinds of feelings for them anyway.”
Jane laughs, “I’ve heard that one before!”
“Can we not talk about new potential boyfriends?” you complain. “I’m trying to forget the old one first.”
It's after three when Steve’s phone rings.
"Hello?" he answers, sleep still clouding his brain. Bucky stirs beside him.
When Darcy says, "Can you come and get your roommate?” he is suddenly wide awake and Bucky sits up. “She's had way too much and I'm too weak to even begin to drag her home," Darcy continues. They are up a second later, grabbing discarded clothes and pulling them on while Steve gets the details.
The grass is cool against your overheated flesh. Somewhere above you, there are stars but you can’t see them for the streetlights shining so bright. After drinking at Darcy’s you decided to go to a party and there had been multiple rounds of shots and way too much wine. Now your head is spinning a little too fast but the good news is that your heart stopped aching after round number four of shots.
Suddenly the light is blocked out by a dark figure. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust and you can make out Steve with a frown on his face. Darcy had said he was pretty and you can see that, you guess.
"How are you doing Sweets?" he asks with a light smile when you wave at him.
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" you decide to ask.
"Of course, I would!"
He isn't even phased by your question, crouching down to pick you right up.
He’s strong, Bucky is too. Loki couldn’t lift you but Steve manage without a problem to hoist you into his arms and carry you towards the car. Your stupid heart does the last thing you want, a little double beat, but you press that down firmly.
This is all Darcy’s and Jane’s fault. They kept on talking about how good Steve and Bucky would be as boyfriends.
"We would fill your whole room with dirt,” he says.
Bucky is leaning against the car, all tall, dark, and handsome, even though his face is laced with worry. Your heart does another stupid double beat. Clearly what you drank had not been enough if your heart is still able to do that.
Even if it’s in the middle of the night, they’re both here for you. You don't deserve them, you decide.
"Why are we filling her room with dirt?" Bucky asks, confused. Before you can answer Steve does.
"Because we love her."
That makes you giggle in his arms and Bucky shrugs with an, "Okay."
Finally, at home you somehow manage to remove most of your makeup and change clothes, opting for one of Bucky’s old t-shirts instead of the one Loki left you.
When you’re done, you peek into Steve's room where they have already crashed and you bite your lip, not wanting to disturb them. As you turn to leave Bucky says, "Get over here."
This time the smell of the sheets only brings you serenity. It makes the wild thoughts a little calmer and the returning ache a little more manageable.
With the aid of the alcohol, an unbidden thought pops up. The three of you, like this, forever. If they weren’t your best friends, just two guys you met somewhere, could this be a thing? You shake your head, dispersing the thoughts, and when you do, Bucky grunts beside you. His thick arm comes around your waist and it grounds you.
Another morning dawns and with it a vicious hangover. You try to recall what happened last night but the memories end sometime after you arrive at the party.
Somehow you got home, changed, and slept. The bed is empty of course and even if you feel the nausea creeping up your throat, you do feel a little better in the heartbreak department.
After a while, you manage to get up and find Bucky and Steve in the living room. When you plop down Steve’s hand comes to rest at the back of your neck, thumb brushing against your skin.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“I’m not sure,” you answer and tell them about the gaps in your memory. They fill in what they know and then you text Darcy to apologize, before grabbing a blanket.
“What are we watching?” you ask and yawn.
Bucky shrugs. “Some superhero movie.”
Even if you’re hungover the whole day, it’s still great, just the three of you on the couch watching bad movies.
When you retrieve your cover and pillow from Steve’s room later that night you get a weird feeling in your chest, like you want to stay there. But then you dismiss it, taking your things and crawling into your bed.
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CEO!Bucky/Assistant!Reader - Like a shadow
The first time Bucky really notices you is on a warm day, heading to a meeting. You've put your hair up to keep it off your neck and there are small drops of perspiration running down your throat. When the doors close and the elevator starts making its way up to the 60th floor he is suddenly surrounded by you. The sweat mixing with your perfume is the sweetest thing he's ever breathed and suddenly he's filled with the urge to press you up against the glass wall and taste every inch of you.
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Divergent Mafia AU - Steve/Reader
This is like a divergent, extra thing I needed to get out when I wrote Bucky's break-up.
Steve and Reader are laying in bed, listening to Bucky have sex and help each other out.
NSFW-ish. Grinding.
"How does he even do it?" Steve sounds a little amazed as you both lay in bed and stare at the ceiling.
"Drugs?" you ask.
"Honestly, it has to be, how else is he going at it all the time like that?"
"Maybe they're all faking it?" you suggest.
"I've never heard anyone complain about him," Steve shrugs "But I mean statistically he can’t get it right for everyone every time."
"If he does, he is one of a kind," you decide.
"Tempted to go for a ride?" you hear the smile in Steve's voice without even looking.
You shrug but you would be lying if you told Steve that you weren't curious. Not only did the women sound pleased but Bucky’s sounds could be heard through the walls too and his deep voice moaning out how fucking good it felt had you tempted to touch yourself while listening to them.
When you don't answer Steve rolls on top of you, resting his hands beside your head, his thighs pressing your legs wide, clearly displaying the hard cock in his gray sweatpants. With your lower lip between your teeth, you lift your hips to meet his and when he moves against you, quiet moans come from both of you.
You stare at each other as he ruts against you and all you want to do is pull off your pajamas, yank down his pants, guide him into you, and let him fuck you until you're screaming louder than Bucky’s girl. But instead, you wrap your legs around his hips and press harder against him, bowing your back, trying to find the best angle. There are no kisses, this isn't that kind of thing, this is just two friends helping each other out with a common problem.
Steve drops his head, his arms shaking a little, he's probably close but so are you. Almost a week of imaging Bucky fucking and listening to every sound has got you on edge.
"Yes, Steve!" you hiss as color explodes behind your eyes and a familiar feeling flushes your body. Steve shudders out a moan and the front of his pants turns a darker shade of gray. Then he's laying next to you again, both of you breathing heavily.
"We should talk to him," you yawn when you hear the front door slam shut.
"I need to sleep," Steve says and reaches for you. Hugging you close before you both fall asleep.
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