Midnight in Brooklyn with Bucky.
(Bucky Barnes x Fem reader) Follow for more!
The safehouse was quiet except for the rain tapping against the old windows. Bucky had been tense all day — something from the mission still lingering in his eyes. You found him in the bedroom, shirtless, metal arm catching the dim lamplight as he stared out at the city.
You didn’t say anything. You just walked up behind him, wrapped your arms around his waist, and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. He exhaled shakily, then turned and pulled you into a deep, desperate kiss like he’d been waiting for permission.
Within seconds he had you on the bed, hovering over you with that intense, stormy look. His hands — one warm flesh, one cool metal — roamed your body like he was trying to memorize every inch. He peeled your clothes off slowly, almost reverently, kissing every new piece of skin he revealed.
When he finally settled between your thighs, he took his time. His mouth was everywhere — sucking marks into your neck, licking down your chest, spending long minutes between your legs until you were shaking and begging, fingers tangled in his long hair. He didn’t stop until you came on his tongue, thighs clamped around his head.
But Bucky wasn’t done.
He climbed back up your body, cock heavy and leaking against your thigh. “Need you,” he rasped, voice rough. “Need to feel you.”
He pushed in slow, inch by thick inch, stretching you open while watching your face like it was the only thing grounding him. Once he bottomed out he stayed there, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.
“Been thinking about this for weeks,” he confessed quietly, starting to move. Deep, rolling thrusts that made your toes curl. “Every night. Every damn mission. Just you. Like this.”
The pace gradually built — harder, faster. The metal hand gripped your hip tight enough to bruise while the flesh one held the back of your neck, keeping you close. The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with your moans and his low, broken groans filled the room.
He fucked you like a man who had lost everything and was terrified of losing this too.
You came again with a cry, clenching around him. Bucky’s rhythm faltered. “Fuck— baby—” He buried himself deep and came hard, hips jerking as he spilled inside you, a raw, guttural sound tearing from his throat.
For a long time afterwards he didn’t pull out. He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you completely, face hidden in the crook of your neck. You felt him trembling slightly.
“I’ve got you,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair.
He pressed a soft kiss to your pulse point. “Don’t let go,” he murmured, voice barely audible. “Not tonight.”
You held him tighter as the rain kept falling, the weight of the Winter Soldier finally resting, safe, in your arms.
