‷ Old Habits Die Hard - 2.5k (Angst, Fluff, Miscommunication)
TFATWS Bucky x Crush!Reader
Bucky meets the woman who finally understandâs every part of him, but his fears make him ice her out, donât worry though! Samâs to the rescue
‷ Miss The Danger - 2.2k (Smut, Fluffish, Sex in a car)
Congressman Bucky x Wife!Reader
Missing the danger of your old life on the run with Bucky, you get yourself arrested in order to feel something- Bucky shows you that the only thing you need to feel is him
‷ Anything. - 2.1k (Pure fluff, Dad girl Bucky!)
Dad Bucky x Wife!Reader
Being a dad to three girls is his normal- until he finds out youâre pregnant with their forth kid- maybe heâs getting a little outnumbered, but heâd do anything for his girls.
‷ A Barnes Christmas - 2.3k (Pure fluff, Christmas special)
Dad Bucky x Mom!Reader
Matching PJâs, George Michael, His scolding 5 year old daughter and his sarcastic wife- what more could he ask for this Christmas?
‷ Cheers!âŠOh And I Love You - 4.1k (Yearning, exâs who never fell out of love, NYE special)
Congressman Bucky x Ex!Reader
9 months without him being your every reason for living. Itâs New Years Eve and youâre both at Samâs party, reuniting is inevitable
‷ Gold And Black - 3k (Pure smut, Dom Bucky, tease Bucky, heâs just kind of a hot asshole)
TFATWS Bucky x Roommate!Reader
Maybe making your panties wet is his everyday competition, because Bucky Barnes is relentless in his looks and his mind blowing body too. Does he always have to look like he just walked out of a magazine? Asshole.
‷ A Ring And A Birthday - 3.8k (Pure fluff, domestic cuteness, Sam is a wingman, My birthday special)
TFATWS x Girlfriend!Reader
Your birthday is a monumental occasion, something Bucky HAS to make life changing, with plans of a proposal (and somehow the ring going missing) he makes your birthday unforgettable
‷ Yes, Maâam. - 7.3k (enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, protective Bucky, mentions of reader being drugged)
Avengers Bucky x Avengers!Reader
Mission? Check. Angst that could fog up a room? Check. Having to go undercover as a married couple? Check. Dignity and self control? WellâŠ.TBD
‷ Off The Charts - 4.3k (Smut, fluff, pregnant hormones, sex in an office)
Congressman Bucky x Pregnant Wife!Reader
Itâs not your fault he decided to regrow his stubble, leave his hair long, wear a suit and lean back in his office chair as if you werenât about to suck the Congress right out of him for being such a devoted and understanding husband. Your pregnancy hormones are OFF THE CHARTS.
‷ Shades Of Blue - 3.2k (Pure smut, dom reader and sub Bucky who switch, BDSM usage)
Post TFATWS Bucky x Wife!Reader
One year being married to your husband, Your dinner reservation is forgotten the second heâs on his knees and looking up at you with his steel blue, pleading eyes
‷ Itâs Valentineâs Day - 5.2k (friends with benefits, smut, fluff, angst, miscommunication)
TFATWS Bucky x FWB!Reader
Falling in love with your best-friend was your first mistake, agreeing to be friends with benefits was your second. Feelingâs bleed where hurt mixes to create eventual confrontation on no better day than Valentineâs Day.
Heâs your team leader, the man who haunts your deepest desires and most hopeless fantasies. Yelena is your secret wingwoman- and It just so happens that his birthday is the day you confess your feelings to him.
‷ Frustration - 4.3k (pure smut, tiny bit of fluff)
CACW Bucky x Avengers!Reader
Sparring with Bucky- he canât help but notice just how tense and full of frustration you are, so he gives you the offer of a lifetime.
- Currently in the process of writing stories for other characters besides Bucky, but in all honesty theyâre all about other Seb Stan characters ;), thankyou for all your support and as always Iâd love fanfiction/imagine requests!!!-
Summary: Sparring with Bucky- he canât help but notice just how tense and full of frustration you are, so he gives you the offer of a lifetime.
Warnings: SMUT!!! Sparring, sexual tension, manhandling, Bucky is pure dom and reader is more then happy to sub, oral ( m! & f!receiving), 69, p in v, unprotected sex!, missionary and doggy style, multiple orgasms, fluff.
"Take a deep breath sweetheart, this is only the beginning"
You pant heavily, running the palm of your hand across your face with irritation as you stare at the blinding ceiling light above your head
Bucky chuckles and crouches beside you, tucking your hair behind your ear- to catch you off guard? Youâre not sure, but his fingers linger a moment too long before he stands back up and holds his metal arm out to pull you up
"Why can't we just go for a jog instead? Why- this?" You groan as you let him pull you too your feet, Immediately glaring daggers at the boxing gloves left on the ground
"Come on, doll" Bucky grins softly "You pack a punch- you take a punch, it's a good good way to get your frustration out" He explains, gathering the boxing gloves with a swipe of his quick hand, acting as if he isnât the sexiest man in the world to you
"What frustration?" You ask as he tosses them to you "I am one of the most relaxed, un-angry people in the world"
"There's plenty of other types of frustration, sweetheart" He shrugs as he places his own boxing gloves on "Anger frustration isn't the only one"
"Yeah? Name three then"
"Sadness frustration, which I know you get, overwhelmed, overstimulated, angry at being sad more then youâre actually sadâ He eyes you before walking up to you and helping you put the boxing gloves on "There's pain frustration, another one on your list- cursing like a sailor and punching objects in sight" He bites back a teasing grin as he straps one glove onto your awaiting wrist âAnd then...hmm" He pretends to think "Sexual frustration"
"What are you gonna diagnose me with that one too?" You tease, giggling to yourself until you notice heâs not laughing with you
Bucky pauses for a moment- you notice something glimmering behind his eyes, as if he knows something you don't
And you hate it.
"12am" He begins, taking a deep breath while holding his hands up, you throw a punch "Thursday night" He continues, You throw another punch "Walked into the kitchen to grab some water" He adds on, shoving you back with the gloves "Walked past your room" He says slowly making you pause, chest heaving as you suddenly realise what he's getting at "Oh Bucky, fuck, right there"
You gasp and throw a harder punch at him, he catches your wrists between his gloves, holding you in place with a flush across his neck and cheeks
"What happens between me and myself behind closed doors is none of your business-"
"-I heard you, doll-"
"-everybody explores their bodies Bucky! Don't tell me you've never masterbated before-"
"-You were saying my name, sweetheart."
You sigh and turn around, quickly shoving your boxing gloves off with some struggle and frustration, glaring daggers at the mat beneath you. He stays silent. watching. Observing.
"It was the slip of a tongue" You huff, throwing the gloves to the ground as if they personally offended you and your family bloodline
"And whose name were you supposed to say then?" He questions, you hear him take a step closer behind you "Whose tongue or hand were you imagining between your legs, doll?"
You turn red, quickly stumbling forward, keeping your eyes on the ground with embarrassment and humiliation at being caught on one of the rare times you ever make noise while touching yourself
Of course you had to moan his name. Of course he HAD to hear you moan it too
"I don't wanna train anymore today-"
"-You're frustrated." He states "I get it, I know how it puts you off balance, trust me- when I heard you moan my name the other night-" He cuts himself off, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath "I'm not teasing you, doll. I'm telling you that I'm here to take care of your frustration"
"My anger one?" You mumble, motioning to the boxing gloves, wanting to be anywhere but here, having this conversation
"Sexual, sweetheart."
Your breathing hitches and you find yourself nervously pushing your hair behind your ears, looking anywhere but at him
"I don't- this isn't like- I didn't mean to say your name-"
"-but you did" He takes a purposeful step closer
"It was the slip of a tongue- I really could've said anybody's name-"
"-but you said mine." He takes another step closer, voice shaking with conviction "And I can't unhear those words. Those pretty little sounds you made" You finally look into his steal blue eyes- your chest heaving as your words get caught in your throat "Tell me you want this, doll. Tell me you need me just as bad as I need you.â
You anxiously look down- his metal fingers gently grasp your chin and tilt it back up, eyes searching yours with a hunger and desperation that makes you pathetically squeeze your thighs together
"You need me?" You ask nervously, swallowing saliva that isnât there, heart pounding beneath your ribs
His thumb gently brushes back and forth across your jaw, tongue darting across his bottom lip as he looks at you like youâre the only thing in the world.
"Tell me you need me, and I'll take care of you" His flesh hand moves to your face, cupping it softly "I'll make your frustration disappear." He looks into your eyes- then your lips "Or. Tell me to go. Tell me you don't want this and I'll never bring this up again, it's up to you. Sweetheart."
"What happens if I say yes?" You ask, voice shaking. He leans in close, his breath ghosting over your neck
"You'll never have to use those pretty little fingers on yourself ever again"
You close your eyes, your hands slowly moving to run through his hair, grasping and tangling the soft strands as his stubble deliciously scratches your neck, lips inches from your skin
"Is this a one time thing you're offering?"
He pulls back to look into your eyes, then- with his metal hand, he brushes his thumb along your bottom lip, furrowing his eyebrows at your words as if confused as to why youâd assume something like that
"What do you think, doll?" He asks softly, frowning with determination "No. I'm not offering a one time thing. It would never be enoughâŠNot for me.â
You look into his eyes, your heart pounding as your fingers tremble on his face, hands shaking with anticipation and nerves
âIt wouldn't be enough for me either" You admit quietly. He smiles at your answer and tips your chin up gently, taking in all your features
"Can I kiss you?" His breath ghosts over your lips, pleading but not pushing "Please, doll?"
You close your eyes, nodding once, waiting for impact. When you don't feel anything, you open your eyes in confusion, frowning with unease
"Well?" You ask in confusion, awaiting an answer
"I need your permission, Angelâ He murmurs lightly âIn words, use your pretty mouth for me" He whispers hoarsely making your heart flutter
"Yes" You whisper back, nodding quickly âI want you to kiss me.â
His lips collide with yours so quickly that your breath catches- his hands move to your hips and your own move to grip his hair to steady yourself. You gasp in surprise into the heated kiss when he suddenly lifts you up effortlessly, his hands gripping under your thighs to hold you as he slides his tongue along your bottom lip
"Let me take care of you, sweetheart" He murmers against your lips before gently nipping at your bottom lip, soothing it with another soft kiss
You kiss him again, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss. He grunts against your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth and colliding with your own, tangling much like your fingers threading through his hair
He begins walking forward, never breaking the kiss- your back hits the brick wall smoothly and his hands splay out underneath your thighs- gently squeezing as if trying to remind himself that this is real
"Bucky-"
"-yeah doll?" His lips trail to your jaw, leaving soothing kisses. You close your eyes and run your fingers through his hair making him groan against your jaw, nipping at your pulse point
"How are you going to take care of me?" You ask between panting for air and wanting him to take your breath away all over again. His hands become greedier- moving to your ass to grope gently, lifting you higher up the wall
"You want me to tell you or show you?" He asks, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes with a seriousness that has you biting your lip with a desperation you cannot contain
All you can think about is how badly you want him to ruin you, and all he can seem to think about is the exact same thing with the way his metal fingers stroke your neck almost teasingly
"Show me" You pant softly, placing your hand over his metal one to show just how much you approve of his hand placement
He presses one last soft kiss to your lips before dropping you carefully back onto your feet and stepping back, looking you up and down with pure, unadulterated, cannot begin to miss- lust
"You're so fuckin pretty, doll" He says assertively making you blush, he places his hands on his hips and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes raking over your body shamelessly. You smile when he struts back up to you and lifts you up- easily throwing you over his shoulder making you gasp with surprise, not at all minding the manhandling
"And where are we going exactly?"
"Well I'm not gonna ruin your pretty little ass in the gym am I?" He asks- one arm securely around your waist as he carries you up the concrete stairs, striding with purpose and pure determination
"Ruin me?"
"Yeah" He agrees as he walks towards his room, metal hand moving to smack your ass making you gasp and incredibly turned on at the same time âRuin you."
Once he steps inside his room and the door closes, your heart begins to pound in your chest faster then before, Bucky must feel it too because he murmers teasingly âIs that all for me pretty girl?" As he sets you down on his bed, hands moving to your face, brushing his metal and flesh thumb along your cheeks with a gentleness that catches you off guard
"Maybe" You smile mischievously at him. His metal hand brushes down your neck, squeezing as he makes contact with your soft skin making you whimper. He slowly moves it down- in between your breasts before placing it over your chest where your heart pounds wildly. His fingers press gently into your shirt- the coolness of them seeping through your skin and doing nothing to ease the way youâre skin is burning with heat and excitement just at his touch
When he leans down and kisses you- all you can do is kiss back with submission, moaning past his lips as his tongue moves to taste yours again, both his hands quickly moving to palm both of your breasts through your sports bra.
Throwing your leg over his hip- he groans into the kiss as his erection presses evidently into your core, the both of you instinctively grinding into eachother with a perfect rhythm that speaks volumes.
He pulls back only to kiss along your jaw hungrily, no longer the soft spoken man from minutes ago, his hands already moving to your sports bra to unclasp it
âCan I?â He pleads gruffly, taking a shuddering breath as he stands back up and pulls you to sit up infront him
âYesâ You say without hesitation or thought. He pulls your bra up and over your head like a military drill, quick and efficient. Not giving you a second to think before heâs pulling his shirt over his head next and throwing it on the ground, eyes never leaving yours
Your hands move to his hips, thumbs caressing his sides as you kiss his pelvis- tongue greedily swiping out to taste his hard skin and the way his stomach contracts, the way his chest hitches and his fingers move to your hair
âLook at meâ He commands, voice slurring, bottom lip catching between his teeth when you look up at him through your eyelashes, sticking your tongue out to lick from pelvis to his abs, never blinking, only ever watching him
Heâs lets out a small string of curse words, leaning down after a hesitant moment to kiss you hungrily, hands moving to your pants to shove them down, groaning into the kiss
Your own hands work away at his gym shorts, shoving them down and gripping the bottom of his thighs, gripping the skin with pure want as he climbs over you, your body spreading out beneath him, ready to give him whatever he wants
As he moves away to grab what youâre assuming is a condom from his nightstand- his cock hangs above your face- tip leaking angrily and his hardness absolutely impossible to miss
Of course youâve never seen his cock before- only beneath gym shorts and one time in a pair of boxers when it was laundry day, but this? This is exactly what you imagined between your legs the day he overheard you touching yourself
Taking his cock in your hand- your tongue swirls around the tip with purpose. His hips instinctively buck above you- a groan escaping his lips as he momentarily forgets what heâs doing to focus on you and the way your lips feel wrapped around him
âDoll- I- oh fuckâ He groans in pure pleasure as you take him deeper, moaning at the taste of him. One hand continues to try and find the condom and the other moves to the back of your head, muscles straining with the stretch but the feeling of your hair beneath his fingers definitely worth it.
He slowly thrusts forward- eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, thrusting just enough til his cockhead he hits the back of your throat, holding you here for a second before he pulls out completely with a groan, the loss of him making you frown, completely drunk on the taste of him already
âNo frowningâ He warns, finally finding a condom and kneeling infront of you tauntingly to roll it on, not missing the way you lick your lips as you unashamedly eye his leaking cock âYouâll have plenty of time to suck me off after Iâm done filling you upâ
You donât have time to protest- to suggest foreplay before heâs already pulling you up further on the bed, gripping your thighs as he spreads you open, eyes meeting your own as his lips make contact with your soft skin
âYou just said-â
â-I knowâ He cuts you off immediately, capturing your inner thigh in a devastating kiss that almost ruins you completely âBut Iâm a very greedy man, angelâ He murmurs, nipping at your inner thigh before soothing it with his tongue âI promised to take away your frustration, how can I do that if I donât even taste you?â
His tongue finds your wet slit before you can form back words or a protest, his lips attaching to your clit- thumbs spreading you open for his own greedy gaze, hungrily swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub. All you can do is moan and grip his hair, thighs already shaking and moans catching in your throat, your back arches with pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head as he nearly has you already cumming
He laps and sucks at your hole- nose nudging your clit so precisely it makes your head spin and your toes curl, pushing his head down just a little more to feel his stubble scratching at your skin. Your fingers tug at his hair, his shoulders holding you wide open as slides two fingers inside you with ease, looking up at you with pure lust
âRight here, Angel?â He coos mockingly, breath tickling your wet clit as his fingers expertly move in and out of you, fucking you lusciously, pausing just to make you whine with disapproval before moving them again âOh yeah sweetheart, I can feel how frustrated you areâ He tutters, faking concern âGonna fuck your brain so empty you wonât remember what day it is, how does that sound?â
He doesnât give you a moment to answer before heâs taking your clit into his mouth again and adding a third finger, your thighs clamp around his head as you cum, pushing his head down selfishly and loving the way he laps at you like a man stuck in a drought, groaning into your slick as if youâre the one providing him with pleasure
âBucky!â Your back is arching- fingers gripping his hair with a feral type of pleasure that has you seeing stars- trying to gasp out praises or a warning- but nothing except breathy moans and the desperate rock of your hips escape you as you cum, Bucky smugly and eagerly lapping it up without any worry in the world, pulling back only when he senses how overstimulated youâve become âHoly fuckâ
âCome here.â
Heâs like an animal, the way he just had you cumming on his tongue and is now maneuvering you onto your stomach, pulling you into an arch by your hair, kissing lovingly down your spine in a way that contradicts the harshness of his hands as he forces you to stick your ass out for him
âFuck- harderâ You beg with a moan, rocking your ass back against his hips to tease- or to egg him on. He grins against your spine and tugs on your hair harder, twisting the strands around his metal fingers as he lines himself up behind you âI-Iâm clean I donât- You donât need a condomâ You babble out
âAnd youâre on the pill?â He asks, then chuckles as he grips your hip with his flesh hand, rubbing at your skin before smacking a firm slap to your ass which only has you moaning in pleasure âDoesnât matter babydollâ He leans down one more time to nip at your ear making you hiss âWeather it results in a baby or not, Iâm fucking you into next yearâ He murmurs into your ear, waiting for a nod before he slides into you swiftly, moving back to grip your hair within his fist again, thighs bracketing yours
Doggy style was never your favourite position. It always made you feel unseen, vulnerable in a way by not being able to see your partner- if they like it- weather or not theyâre looking at you at all while fucking you
But Bucky? He makes it impossible to feel unseen
His hips meet your ass with each thrust, every slide in and out is met with a groan of his own- the weight of his gaze is unwavering- so much so that the mirror on his wall proves your point, the way heâs poundng into you with an intensity that matches his gaze on you had you clentching around him
âHoly fuck!â You scream in pleasure when he yanks on your hair just enough to force your eyes open again- having shut them from pleasure, balls slapping againt your pussy, biting his lip at the sight of your ass bouncing on his pelvis everytime he fucks you into the mattress.
Then heâs pulling you up and onto your knees, his thrusts never stopping as he hits the spot inside you that has you grasping for air and him, your hands moving back to grip the back of his thighs as your back meets his chest, fucking you so hard the bed rattles agaisnt the wall
âThatâs it Angel, let me take care of youâ he praises as his hands slide to your stomach, palming you with a tenderness that has your core throbbing, manuvering your hair out of his way so he can kiss along your jaw, nosing at your cheek âYou watching us in the mirror pretty girl?â He asks, hand now sneaking between your legs to circle your clit âWatching how beautiful you look when Iâm taking care of you?â
You mutter out a moan, fluttering around his cock as he nips softly at your neck, leaving hickeys thatâll be sure to stick for days- possibly weeks on end.
âIâm gonna-â
â-Thatâs it sweetheart, let go of all that frustration.â
His words send you over the edge, cumming on his cock with a jolt that has you collapsing back against him as he fills you with his cum, holding you agaisnt his heavy breathing chest as his hands knead at your skin, kissing along your exposed shoulder and back
After a moment of you both panting and cooling down from orgasms, he gently lies you down on your back, stroking your hair from your face as you lean in to kiss him slowly
He kisses you back tenderly, tongue soothing your bottom lip that quickly turns the sweet moment into a heated one where you fight for dominance
He pins you beneath him with ease, hands travelling down to your thighs to wrap them around his hips as he grinds into you
âJesus Christ, how fast does your sex metabolism work?â You pant out as he kisses down your chest, grinning against your warm skin
âWhy? You need a minute?â
âNoâ You lie- but youâre sure the second he starts pleasuring you again you know you will be ready
âGoodâ He kisses down your stomach, groaning into your skin, massaging your hips as he works his way down, cock skimming the mattress
âYou already-â
â-Iâm fucking hungryâ He cuts you off simply before licking a stripe up your already oversensitive slit. You hiss with pleasure and pain, not sure what to do- that quickly changes the minute he dives in to taste both of your mixed releases coating you
âOh fuckâ You moan, thighs shaking with struggle yet sheer, desperate will to keep going, to hang on a little longer because this is Bucky fucking Barnes and you arenât going to ruin this heavenly opportunity to have a third orgasm by him âFuck- I wanna taste youâ You mumble incoherently- fingers playing with your breasts as his tongue licks lazily at your clit
Your eyes widen when he swiftly swings his body around until his hips are above your face, spreading your legs wider to eat you out while his cock hangs above your perverted eyes, an invitation but not an order
You grip his lower back, eyes skimming the hard abs and beautiful skin, you lean up just a little to tease him, licking his tip slowly and grinning when he groans into your heat, fingers digging into your thighs to hold them open
He lowers himself a little more in hopes you take the bait- and a beautiful outcome it is, the way you take him into your mouth with a moan, gripping his own hips as you bob your head up and down while his tongue fucks in and out of your hole
The room fills with groans and moaning, his hips slowly thrusting while yours buck against his face
Both of you are slick from the sex and your own two previous orgasms- but nothing feels better then this, trying to find a rhythm, trying to focus on pleasuring the other when being pleasured so deliciously at the same time
Itâs not long before the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat and youâre gagging around his cock, trying to concentrate while he tries not to thrust or rut into your face
âYou taste devineâ He murmurs into your heat, pulling back to kiss your inner thighs before sucking on your clit âOh f-fuck-â He groans as you take him even deeper âRight there doll- oh Iâm gonna-â
He quickly latches back onto you as his hips still above you, cumming into your mouth triggering your own orgasm
He pulls away when you begin choking, helping you sit up with a flush across his cheek, rubbing your back soothingly when you gesture to him that youâre fine
He hands you water without a word, kissing your temple as you drink it until your throat is clean and the coughing stops
âSorryâ He mumbles with guilt making you chuckle, collapsing back onto the bed, panting softly as you weakly lift your head to blow your hair from your face, looking at him with wonder as he moves to grab some tissues, gently cleaning between your legs
When heâs finished cleaning the mess and kissing your stomach as an apology, he joins you on the bed, laying beside you.
His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail around his wrist so he can see you eye to eye
âIâm gonna go run a bathâ He murmurs softly, easily flipping you onto your back âGonna go get some more water or some wine- whatever one you want, and weâre gonna take a long bath together where all you have to do is let me take care of youâ
Your heart pounds beneath your ribs- especially when he leans down, lips gently kissing along your naked breasts before kissing back up your chest and capturing your own swollen lips in a loving kiss
âYou really do now how to take away frustrationâ You murmur teasingly into the kiss, realising youâve never felt more relaxed- more alive in years
He pulls back with a grin, kissing your chin, hands moving to pull you into his chest
âIs it selfish to ask you if I can be the only one taking away your frustration?â
âAre you asking me to be offical, Barnes?â You blush deeply, looking into his eyes that captures your heart and soul and now apparently your entire sex life-he said before that casual wouldnât be enough for him- and now heâs proving his point.
âI guess I amâ He murmurs with a small smile âBe mine, Sweetheart?â
âAs long as youâll have meâ You murmur back, pressing a slow kiss over where his heart beats
Summary: Heâs your team leader, the man who haunts your deepest desires and most hopeless fantasies. Yelena is your secret wingwoman- and It just so happens that his birthday is the day you confess your feelings to him.
Warnings: Reader actively avoids Bucky, Yelena being a wingwoman ;), Little big angsty, The avengers actively try to rage bait reader into making her jealous, Suggestive comments about Val and Bucky, SMUT!!! Oral (both receiving), doggy style, like 2 seconds of ball play, fingering, face riding.
But you truely- stupidly- perhapsâŠImpossibly thought that your crush on your leader/boss/mentor was completely and utterly under the rader
You couldnât have tried harder in all honesty. You couldâve stared at him like you wanted his clothes to burn just to see the golden ray of JACKPOT hidden underneath. instead, forcing (with every fibre of your being) to look away within two seconds of spotting him enter any room, and perhaps that might count as the bare minimum, but when it comes to James Buchanan Barnes?
Who doesnât want to see him naked.
You couldâve followed him around like a puppy with every step he takes- crowding yourself within his personal space just to be around him- but no, instead, you exit any room he enters that you so happen to be in as quick as water soaks a sponge. Going as far as sitting the furtherest away from him during briefings and meetings, avoiding him on missions and refusing to walk anywhere near his room
Youâve gotten so desperate to hide your feelings that youâve gone as far as mesmerising his daily routine just to avoid him.
What times he wakes up so you can avoid the kitchen. What time he works out in the gym so you can avoid the whole second floor. What times he goes for runs, gets lunch, goes out and comes back, and it works- it really does, and of courseâŠthe biggest part of you hates that it works, that the universe isnât shoving him into your face so you have no choice but to accept your object of desires.
All of this just so nobody will know of your crush
But somehow- some frustratingly, annoyingly- irritating to the point where you have a migraine and a fraction of breaking everything in sight way-
Yelena Belova, you hate to sayâŠ.knows.
Youâd been apart of the Avengers team for six months now- just like all of the others, falling into the palms of Valentinaâs hands when she had you at your most vulnerable- sending you to end any person that was left breathing in the place you didnât know she was sending to be your own demise too.
After You, Yelena and the others all saved eachother after back and forth trying to murder eachother, meeting Bob, and figuring out how to get out of there- it was a whole ordeal, meeting Alexi- figuring out a way to save Bob whoâŠshot up into the sky
Then Bucky stupid Barnes showed up on his motorbike, 5 foot 9, hair like a bloody commercial, sunglasses on just for extra sexy points you suppose, revving the engine of his motorbike because why the hell wouldnât he?
You werenât even sure if âsexybackâ started playing on the limo radio when he flipped the tanks- or if it was all in your mind, either way, you definitely heard it playing
âPlease donât tell me youâre getting a lady boner for a man more ancient then John F Kennedyâ You remember hearing John say, despite being relieved Bucky had showed up to save (or not save) the day
âShut the hell up Walkerâ You had responded- right as BuckyâŠ.wellâŠflipped the limo, sending you all unconscious, all awaiting into the hands of the Winter Soldier
Now, six months later, living in the same tower- breathing the same air- learning that he takes his coffee all black and heâs almost always buried in books or newspapers- You know that Bucky Barnes isnât just a pretty face with a cute little bad boy attitude
Heâs a man righting all the wrongs he never chose to wrong.
Somehow? It makes this all the more bittersweet. He just wanted to be a Congressman- because it was finally something HE got to choose- even if he was berated for his strange choice, and now heâs stuck back fighting more wars that arenât his to fight, ripped from his campaign and position with the click of fingers- or cameras, should you say.
Even thought you were a vigilante, working for Valentina and doing things for money nobody should be doing, you always admired Bucky when he appeared on your television as an awkward freshman congressman with little to no words and more jaw ticking then answers
You admire the way he never had a nasty or controversial thing to say, part of you was sort of excited when you heard he had a particular interest in taking down Valentina De Fonte- your boss, part of you was scared too, that he would be your end.
Not physically of course, but you wouldnât be surprised if he found out who you were and threw you behind prison bars, but he didnât. He didnât dare do anything to any of you- he couldâve- but he didnât.
Last night you were avoiding everybody as per usual, studying on the towers balcony because fresh air is the best thing for a clear mind. It was cool, no need for light when youâve got the city lights to use, no need for a blanket and no need for a fan. You realised that this might become your new study area- itâs perfect
You had decided to try and study law while doing all of this too- the whole âAvengerâ thing. It- definitely wasnât easy, in-fact it felt near impossible sometimes- reading trials on your iPad while trying to take down some intergalactic space villain whoâs trying to take over the world. Attending classes and having to rush out due to some global problem that ends up being Alexi not knowing how to use the new fancy coffee machine-
Itâs all too much sometimes. Being questioned and made fun of by your fellow law students because of who you are and how badly your Avengers team has started going down with the press ever since Samâs clear disapproval for the group-
Too much. Too fast.
So the balcony has become your safe haven, the one place in the tower you actually get to just- be, breathe, have some form of peace. The sound of sirens and honking and people below is your safety net- even if sometimes people call out at the tower because of you all who live inside it, some horrible, some not.
It was around 11:13, early for the others- late for you. On your third cup of coffee, some white noise playing on your phone while you studied for your upcoming exam- when the sliding door opened, quiet, reserved- yet loud enough that it caught your attention
Bucky stepped out, not noticing you yet, careful and light, holding a plant in his hands, wearing a simple black t-shirt and some dark grey sweatpants, hair longer then when youâd met him- face calm and soft, like he could finally let go of the stoic man youâre used to seeing, clearly used to being relaxed on his own and without the weight of everybody else on his shoulders
You watched as he placed the plant on the concrete table at the other end of the balcony, directly where the sun loves to shine- adjusting it so the leafs that were reaching out the most were in the shade to let the other smaller ones have a turn to shine.
Your heart was beating so fast youâre sure it was about to burst- how he grabbed a small water can from next to the tap- filling it up with water and slowly pouring it into his plant, slow and steady as to not over water it
âThere you goâ He murmured quietly, only meant for his own ears âIâll get you some friends soon, as soon as I figure out how to take care of youâ
He was so soft, so gentle, waiting until water begin to drain from the bottom of the plant until he finally set the watering can down, watching the plant silently, looking more reserved that youâve ever seen, like a man whoâs not holding onto the weight of his past for just a moment
You knew you shouldâve stayed silent- maybe pretended you hadnât noticed him- you couldnât have snuck inside, he wouldâve noticed you in the corner of his eye of course- but then- if that were true, how hadnât he noticed you there yet?
âDoes it have a name?â
He spun around as if youâd quite literally- shocked him. Eyes wide, hand instinctively gripping the balcony railing, back bumping the concrete table but not tipping it. You grimaced at the sight- probably not a good thing to do to a trauma ridden ex-AssassinâŠ
âI didnât know anyone else used this balconyâŠâ
âI uhh- use it every morningâ You mumble nervously âitâs the only place on this tower where I can get any quietâŠâ
He swallows, the gentleness vanishing and turning into his usual stoicism, hands awkwardly and instinctively reaching for the pockets of his leather jacket that he definitely isnât wearing at the moment- so he opts for the pockets of his pants
âYour balcony too loud?â He offers awkwardly, eyes averting away and you nervously shift on the seat, you feel like youâve been trapped into a corner
Maybe you jinxed yourself earlier when you said you wish the universe would shove him into your face- because now? Youâre not used to socialising with him that it feels so strange and nerve wrecking
âYour balcony not big enough for your plant?â You offer back, not knowing what else to say, what else to do, where to put your hands or how to smile
âDoesnât get sunâ He says and you close your eyes for a moment- duh, his room is on the darkest side of the city- the side that never sees sun like yours does
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to invade your space-â
â-I went for lucky.â
You were packing your things, ready to bolt and leave like you always do when Bucky Barnes is in proximity, when you smell his scent or hear his voice- and now? Heâs the one heading to the door
âPardon?â You mumble, bag halfway on your back- papers scattered in your hand- phone about to fall from your pocket
âMy plantâ He says softly, lingering halfway in and halfway out of the door âItâs name.â He simply says before stepping away, quiet and weightless
You were stunned. Frozen in place- bag finally falling from your shoulder, phone landing on the ground with a thud, papers slipping from your hands and scattering by your feet as your face turned red
Lucky?
God heâs adorable. The super soldier, 108 year old man with more baggage than an airport- is adorable.
You were quick to gather your papers, re-pocket your phone and pick up your bag, opting to evacuate the balcony in case Bucky came back to check on Lucky, blushing like a schoolgirl, butterflies in your stomach- horribly sweet smile on your face as you think about the fact that- that might be the first time youâve actually talked to him about something other then saving the world, the weather, or the way Ava accidentally sleep-shifts
âSomebodyâs got a crushhhhhhhhâ
Re-dropping everything again- youâre horrified to find Yelena standing in the kitchen beside the balcony, tea in her hands, wearing a knowing grin as if she saw the whole transaction- and you know she did, unfortunately Bucky isnât the only ex-assassin on the team
âI do NOT have a crushâ You lie weakly. But six months of being under the same roof means she knows everything about you now, especially when youâre lying
âCome onâ She scoffs playfully, rolling her eyes âRedder then a tomato, I bet youâve got a zoo in your stomach-â She makes a point to poke your side making you slap her hand away âDonât be so embarrassed, Itâs cuteâ
âCute?â You scoff, placing your hands on your hips, ignoring your mess on the floor âYelena nothing about this is cute-â
â-THIS? So you DO have a crush-â
â-please keep your voice down!â You beg, gripping her arms- tea not even flinching in her cup, she only smiles teasingly and tutters you
âMy lips stay sealed? Hmm?â She winks âIâm no snitch, especially when it comes to uhh- what did you they call it back in his time? Oh yesâŠCourtingâ
âLenaâ You groan, picking up your things one, last, time âJust drop this okay? Drop itâ you say, walking away, leaving her grinning and of course, scheming.
Your heart flutters and you mentally beat yourself up for slipping up and allowing your feelings to get caught red handed. Maybe changing your schedule wasnât a good idea- then again itâs not like Bucky taking care of plants was on his schedule either
Maybe if you hadâve been more careful, more stone faced, Yelena wouldnât have found out
-
Three days later- youâre under fire, knives firmly in your hands while Yelena is above you- taking out drones with her gun, bricks and concrete dropping. Dodging them is a pain in the ass- but turning up with the wrong weapons is even worse
âI have to say- youâve handled it well!â Yelena calls out over the ear piece, sounding mostly amused which nerves you as youâre busy trying not to get crushed to death.
Today was supposed to be a simple recon mission- Bucky and John were taking down enemies on the other side of the the building while you and Yelena were busy dealing withâŠDrones? For some annoying reason. Knives are kind of pointless against robots, especially flying ones
âHandled what?â You ask back on the ear piece, rolling just in time for Yelena to yell âSHITâ as more of the buildings roof collapses- most likely due to whatever the hell Bucky and John are doing to take down the enemies across the building
âYour feelings!â She speaks hastily but also as if she has all the time in the world. You groan in annoyance, is she seriously talking about this right now? âItâs adorable really, Iâve seen it since he took us down the day we met- love hearts in your eyesâ She giggles into the ear piece- legitimately giggles âYouâre not very good at hiding it-â
â-okay Iâm offended!â You call back out, urgently hiding behind a wall as drones begin shooting at you âIâve done nothing but try to hide it, okay! I donât look! I donât go near him and I definitely donât talk to him!â
âBabe, thatâs even more obvious!â You watch her drop from the second floor- landing a few feet away, groans when she runs out of bullets. Itâs your time to take over- catching the gun from her thigh holster she throws at you while she quickly ducks to reload her own gun âFleeting glances? Feeling too nervous to be around him? All those romance novels make millions on that shit- youâre nothing but obviousâ
Taking down drones left and right- you finally admit that sheâs right. Maybe youâve been too obvious while trying to be dead set inconspicuous
You never meant to avoid Bucky- well, maybe a little, but avoiding him seems more prideful then embarrassing yourself by saying the wrong thing
âShitâ You whisper to yourself, the word echoing on the ear piece
The roof finally collapses and you rush to Yelena, grabbing her arm as you both rush out of your side of the building that collapses just as you both jump to safety, landing two stories below, groaning and panting beside eachother
âYou think Barnes doesnât notice? Doesnât look everytime you rush out like heâs a bomb about to detonate?â She pants out, rolling her side to look at you, rubble and dust coating her face âYouâre hurting him ŃŃ ĐžĐŽĐžĐŸŃ, He thinks you donât like him, or worse- scared of him.â
Your heart sinks and you collapse fully onto your back, ignoring the headache- the forming dread in your stomach and the fact that John and Buckyâs side of the building is collapsing too- the both of them easily out of harms way, making their way to the jet to head home
âIâm not scaredâ You whisper to Yelena. Youâre not at all surprised when she takes your hand and squeezes it supportively
âHis birthday is next week you know?â She murmers softly, shrugging beside you âMaybe itâs finally time you jump head first, stop being so scared to justâŠbe happyâ
You hate the suggestion. Hate that you already know Buckyâs birthday like the back of your hand. Hate that you think about the plant- About his quirks and the idea of actually confessing to him about your feelings- but mostly?
You hate thatâŠ.Youâre going to do what she says.
-
You had spent the rest of the remaining week planning with Yelena, from what you were buying Bucky for his birthday up to what you were going to wear for the ridiculous extravagant party Valentina was throwing him for press and attention from the media despite the teams protests to let Bucky have a nice, stress free day.
The morning was casual. Pyjamas. Something silk- maybe a little teeth and tongue- you hated creating attention towards yourself- but you were okay if it meant that it was Buckyâs attentionâŠor, maybe you werenât, but you would be. This was all to âwoo â him, or whatever Yelena mumbled about.
You had planned to be on the balcony, hopefully at the same time heâd come to water Lucky- butâŠhe never came. For two hours you waited, sipping coffee and scribbling your notes about constitutional law- but he never came- and then you realised that maybe he was avoiding leaving his room due to the anxiety of the day being all about him, maybe he just wants peace- to be left alone
It aches to think about him being all alone when he should be celebrated and accepted, but you understood all too well the pressure attention can bring.
Afternoon swept around- he emerged from his room, jeans, leather jacket over the top of his black t-shirt, hair pulled back into a man bun and jaw clentched with irritation as he entered the kitchen where you were sitting at the counter, already stirring coffee
You hated the feeling in your stomach that he was preparing to be mobbed, that he glanced at you like he was waiting for something that wasnât going to come- a âhappy birthdayâ wouldnât hurt, right? Or maybe heâs hoping not to acknowledge the day at all
Despite your best efforts to remain silent, you canât but offer a small smile even with his back turned and the sound of the kettle sizzling into his coffee cup
âOne hundred and nine, huh?â
The silence is deafening. You hate how he freezes like youâve struck him. How tension fills his posture and he deflates like a balloon. Setting the kettle down with a silent sigh
âYepâ He hums quietly, turning to face you. When he notices your smile- something he had never seen you wear so beautifully before since all you seem to do around him is run away and awkwardly grimace like his existence offends you- he canât help but soften and realise that maybe youâre trying to be nice to him âThough technically, Iâm only forty oneâ
You canât help but smile more, loving how he can joke about his age and the fact that he doesnât mind you talking to him about it either
âYou donât look a day over twentyâ
That gets a laugh out of him. Surprising, Stomach fluttering- and beautiful. Something you wish you could hear on repeat for hours and hours.
âYeah? Even with all the wrinkles and bad knees?â
âEspecially thenâ You giggle back, the feeling so foreign with him yet so utterly natural itâs like itâs a common occurrence âWho on this team doesnât have wrinkles and bad knees? Johnâs a dad- Alexi is heading into his elder title now, Yelena jumps from buildings all the time- Ava and Bob are constantly stressed out by Valentina and Iâm so overwhelmed by this mid term I have coming up that Iâm sure stress lines are now permanent on my faceâ
Bucky stares at you, hands curling into the counter behind him, coffee steaming and lips frowning a sort of pout that you just want to kiss away, then he shrugs softly and and grabs his coffee
âI guess Iâm always thinking about my technical age that I forgot Iâm only biologically a few years older then Johnâ He admits, sipping his drink, the smell of it making a blush creep onto your cheeks because the smell of coffee will always remind you of the man standing infront of you âHeâs what- 39? Served and was a Captian in the army, got married, had a kid, was Captain America- even if that was a flukeâŠAnd Iâm only technically 41, with nothing to show for it-â
His vulnerability catches you off guard. Youâre so used to his handsome scowl and professionalism that youâve never once heard him talk about himself like this at all, though maybe thatâs your fault, youâve been so avoiding him worse than the plague that youâve probably missed all the important moments
â-You served in World War Two and you were apart of the Howling Commanders. Not only did you survive Hydra and help take them down but you also helped defeat Thanos and bring back half of the worlds population, Bucky youâŠsell yourself shortâ
âI mean the simple stuffâ He shrugs âThe stuff that matters, the family- love- marriage and kids- that kind of thing. It sticks. It always sticks-â
John and Ava enter the room arguing before you and Bucky can continue your conversation and your heart sinks
Bucky offers you a one last glance and exits, nodding at John and Ava who mumble âHappy birthday fossilâ at the same time before bickering again.
-
His words swirl around your mind like a storm
âthe family- love- marriage and kids- that kind of thing. It sticks. It always sticksâ
The vulnerability. The raw disappointment with himself. The self loathing for a life he never chose to live- the idea that he wouldâve lived it so differently, with a wife back in the 40âs, maybe some Barnes running around
Itâs all too much. To real. To raw.
You force yourself to enter the âgala roomâ as Val calls it, wearing a dress too fancy for your liking and your hair down for once, sporting uncomfortable heels and lipstick that makes you feel like youâre already dreading the night. It all feels too little compared to Buckyâs words, to bittersweet, a party for a man who shouldnât even be in this decade.
âJust remember- you have to try and sneak him out of the partyâ Yelena goes over with you again as crowds of people flood into the room, all dressed to impress because paparazzi and press will be here âThis might be his birthday but itâs your nightâ
âLenaâŠâ You say nervously as your eyes flicker between all the people and cameras. People already buzzing with alcohol and some even taking to the caterers. She grips your shoulders, shaking them to get your attention
âGet a grip! Your night, okay? Sneak him out. Give him the presents and tell him how you feel, just how we practiced yeah? I make distraction. You rush him out of here.â
It feels monumental, standing here with her while surrounded by a flood of people who donât care about Bucky and only care about the fame and being seen interacting with heroes- attending a party for a man who was once Capitan Americaâs right hand man. For a man who wants a wife and family-
Yelena shakes you again- then cups your face, forcing your eyes to meet her own excited ones
âHow will I know what the distraction is?â You ask, nervously shifting on your feet
âOh trust meâŠ.â She grins, mischievous and knowing âYouâll know.â
You donât like the sounds of that- but you also like the idea of not knowing- perhaps itâll make the distinction more fun or noticeable- or maybe you just donât want to know incase itâs something you definitely should not let go ahead
Sheâs walking away before you can stop or question her- and then youâre left on your own, dodging congress men and women. Purposefully trying to stay out of view from Valentina since she loves to parade you and the team around- But then you spot herâŠand her unfortunate victim
Bucky offers an awkward and uncomfortable smile, body tense, jaw clenched as he wears an elegant suit, bow tie tight and hair slicked back- impossibly neat. Valentina has her nails digging into his bicep, gripping it as if she had any right to do so
Infront of him are the press- asking questions that they have no right asking while Bucky lets Valentina handle it- clearly wanting to be anywhere else but there
Your heart beats faster, thighs embarrassingly pressing together at the sight of him. Itâs one thing seeing him panting and restless during a mission- but like this? All neat and slick and shiny? Maybe you did make the right choice attending tonight
âChampagne?â
You grin as John hands you a glass without waiting for your response, leaning on the stair railing next to you, looking every bit of uneasy as you feel too, slacked in a half ironed dress shirt and jeans, clearly he didnât feel like trying much
âRough day?â
âUnderstatementâ He bites back a scowl, downing his champagne in one go âYou think Val dressed and dolled him up or you recon her assistant did that?â
You wince at his words
âUhh neither?â
âCome onâ John scoffs âValâs up all our asses but Bucky? she has some sort of special thing for him or somethingâ He says, shrugging with integrity as if anything heâs saying is right-
And it is.
Val has always been stranger with BuckyâŠmoreâŠinfluenced to be physical. Arm squeezes, gazing at him like she owns him- maybe itâs because of their shared history, him trying to take her down- maybe sheâs just trying to stake her claim and remind him that she won, that he didnât get the chance to take her down.
Or maybe-
âI agree with Johnâ Ava says behind you, dressed in one of the waitresses uniforms so she can get by unnoticed by press and Val herself which is actually very smart and youâre mad you hadnât thought of it fist âSheâs touchier then a sensitive topic- and do you see the way she eyes his metal arm?â
âValâs always like that-â
â-Look at the vice on her grip! Her feet are angled towards him!â
âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
âThe theory about if somebody is into you their feet are always pointing at you-â
â-that is so dumb-â You scoff, realising your feet are angled at where Bucky stands on the gala floor, hands clutching your champagne tighter with every second this horrible conversation lasts âThis isnât New Girlâ
â-come on guys, itâs clear as day that itâs Melâ Bob cuts in shyly, appearing with Alexi by his side whoâs giggling like a schoolgirl, clearly already halfway drunk
âMel? Melissa? Valâs beloved assistant?â Alexi leans on the stairwell, his suit crumpled, balance worse then a toddlers âNo no no, The Winter Soldier does not have time for all of thatâ He gestures to Mel âHe would be more into- what is that they call it? Uhh! Cogars! You think a man from his time would-â He hiccups â-Be into younger woman! No no no, the Winter Soldier is a cougar hunter- Val is his choice-â
âCougar Hunter?â Ava scoffs with disgust
âAbsolutely notâ Bob shakes his head âBucky and Val doesnât even make any senseâ
âSure it doesâ John shrugs âBucky would want a women whoâs dangerous, lives on the edgeâ He gestures with his hands and your heart sinks
Dangerous? Lives on the edge?
You study law and watch plants as your hobbies- boring is basically your middle name- unfortunately you know deep down that Bucky would want a woman whoâs unmovable, incapable of giving up or letting down
Youâre the opposite of what heâd be into and as much as you hate to admit it- you just know.
The whole conversation is making you woozy- so much so that youâve all been too busy gossiping to realise Val was making her way to you, Bucky beside her with a grimace and a look that says âplease end my miseryâ
âOh shit-â Ava mumbles as you all try to scurry off- unfortunately too late as Val stops infront of you all and you all gather back together with smiles so fake they might as well be labeled plastic
âThis is your faultâ You whisper to John who huffs and nudges you with his shoulder which makes you accidentally nudge into Ava who then nudges you back- nudging Alexi in the process who then nudges Bob just for fun
âThereâs my trusty superheroâsâ Val says, fingers firmly around Buckyâs bicep as he stares off into space with the look of a man miles from this building âCome on, I want you all to make your rounds- Ava why are you wearing a waitress outfit? Anyway- I want to you all to make my people trust you-â
The lights go out. Rave music begins playing and a fire dancer appears in the middle of the gala making everybody gasp and turn to watch
Yelena is by the doors, holding a walkie talkie with a grin, clearing using it to communicate with the fire dancer and DJ
âThis is your distraction, get moving little mouseâ She mouths through the light of the fire and your eyes widen as you move before you think
âWhat the hell is this?â You hear Val whisper to Mel whoâs desperately trying to figure out that exact question on her trusty iPad
Val letâs go of Bucky for just a moment, allowing you to swoop in and take his hand in yours, quickly leading him through the crowd of people
âWoah- okay-â He murmurs behind you as you guide him to the exit of the doors, passing Yelena who winks at the both of you as you pass âWhat are you up to?â He asks Yelena as you push open the doors just as the lights turn back on and the fire dancer is escorted out by security, lead by Val whoâs laughing nervously, trying to keep her cool
âHave fun, Birthday boyâ Yelena simply says as the doors close behind you and Bucky.
The hallway feels loud in that eeary way. Sure- you and Yelenaâs had planned everythingâŠexcept for this, the whole after math part where you have to explain to Bucky how youâre a horrible communicator and you actually are only like a ticking time bomb around him because every aching minute you just want to jump his bones or kiss him breathless or admit that youâre pathetically in love with him
He looks at you with half admiration and half confusion, clearly still stunned about the fact that you and Yelena managed to pull something so elaborate off that you got him to slip away from Val for five seconds
âIâm assuming that was Yelenaâs idea?â He asks, cocking an eyebrow
âYeahâ You smile shyly as you lead him down the hallway. He lingers by the closed doors, taking a minute to gather his thoughts before being tugged by you âYou looked so miserableâ You tease softly and he chuckles under his breath, a long flight away from his usual thousand yard stare âDidnât think Val was going to let go at all tonightâ
You hate the bitterness in your tone- the way you tense at your own remark as if you had any right to react like this
Bucky doesnât respond and it makes your stomach sink- until you looking at him in your peripheral vision and notice the way his flesh hand nervously fixes the cuffs on his metal wrist, neatening his hair, trying to steady his breathing and your chest fills with hope
Is he trying toâŠ.impress you?
âI think I wouldâve ended up faking a heart attackâ He jokes and you chuckle, now nervous yourself, he hesitates for a moment, and then gently- ever so gently, you feel a coolness seeping between your fingers
Holy shit- youâve been holding his hand this whole time!?
You completely forgot in the mitst of rushing him out of the gala like he was some damsel in distress- you hadnât even had a second to let go. You blame your own selfish body and itâs wants and and needs, butâŠ.wait was he just adjusting his hold on your hand so your fingers are now intwining?
You meet his eyes and realise he had no intention of stopping, and god- youâre more than okay with that.
You fall into nervous silence as you reach the compound floor, messy in a neat way, windows still open allowing the cool air to seep throughout the floor
You sadly let go of Buckyâs hand only to allow him to take his suit jacket off, eyes never leaving yours
âI keep thinking about your wordsâ You blurt out, nervously smoothing down your dress as he sets his suit jacket on the kitchen counter
âMy words?â He opens the fridge to grab some water, grabbing two glasses
âAbout family, and love, and marriage, and-and kidsâ You mumble, turning red with embarrassment as he pauses what heâs doing to let out a shaky breath, placing the water down before looking up at you
âNot something you expected me to want?â
âNoâ You shake your head âIâm not sure itâs something any of us would admit to wanting- doesnât mean half of us havenât thought about itâ You say quietly, sitting down on the couch as he grabs both glasses and moves to sit beside you
âItâs hard to want things you keep getting ripped away fromâ He admits, shrugging. You turn on the couch to face him, face softening with with confession as his eyes land on his hands âCongress wasnât the best career choice for a man with my pastâ He begins âBut that doesnât mean I didnât like it, even if I was uncomfortable because I canât remember the last time I got to do something that I choseâ
âYou were good at itâ You admit, sipping your water tentatively because if you donât you might just reach out and touch him- do something but sit and act as if you donât burn for him âI used to watch you on TV, how you acted, the way you spoke- nervous but correctâ You shrug
âI was a messâ He chuckles and you laugh too, shaking his head as he shrugs âBut I liked it. I really liked it. I liked doing anything other then fighting, then having to stop wars or creating more messes for the world to clean upâ He sips his water, hand quivering with nerves âMy point isâŠthat job was my first bit of normal Iâve had in over decades, I saw myselfâŠimagining things I never allowed myself to think about before, and then I became this andâŠitâs goneâ
âIt doesnât have to be goneâ You fight back softly, hand reaching for his own
For somebody who constantly avoids him. Refused to breathe in the same room as him and expected everything to be okay afterwards- bravery seems to be your bestfriend tonight.
You hate how confusion washes over Buckyâs face. How he politely doesnât pull away from your touch but doesnât lean into it either
âI thought you didnât like meâ
âWhat?â You mumble, partially shocked with how open he is about such a confrontational subject. Placing your water on the coffee table- his eyes meet yours and his face turns back to stoic. Back to the man youâre used to seeing, thousand yard stares and tension riddled within his body
âIâm sorry, Iâm just tired, itâs been a long dayâ He sighs, pushing his hair from its face as his neat hair begins to grow weary âI kind of forgot what day it wasâ He chuckles, clearly not amused âThankyou for being nice, it was good to talk to youâ
âIâm not- this isnât- I usually donât-â
â-usually donât ignore people and purposely go out of your way to avoid them?â He asks. Not harsh justâŠtired âI get it, no hard feelings, Iâll stay out of your wayâ
Your heart sinks when he stands. Falls even worse with every step away he takes away from you. How his head is hung low- the way he reaches for his suit jacket and doesnât turn to look back at you to see if youâre affected at all by his departure- as if he expects you to not be, or worse, as if he expects you to be relieved
You let him go. For only a moment. Because his words- his vulnerability- the fact that itâs his birthday and all the feelings youâve bottled up long before you met him finally come to surface, and then youâre finding your footing and rushing after him
Pride be dammed. Youâre done pretending like you can live another day not knowing how he feels- how he tastes. If he likes his showers warm or cold. How he takes his nights- light on? Off, if he sleeps with his metal arm on or if he rests is on his bedside table
All the questions- all the selfish parts of you desperate to know all the answers- sure, he was right. It is his birthday, yes you are being nice to him and talking to him on this particular day- but itâs not a one time thing and itâs certainly not something youâre only doing to âbe niceâ or âbe charitableâ
âBucky!â You call out as he opens the door to his room- he turns, because of course he does, and his eyebrows knit together, blue eyes searching yours for answers youâre too out of breath give âYouâre not an easy man to run afterâ you pant, shaking your head âEspecially not in a dress and heelsâ
âDid I forget something?â
âNo.â You take a deep breath âBut I didâ
Once again. His hand is in yours. And as much as heâd like to ease you away and promise you that you donât have to prove yourself to him or continue to be nice just to make him feel better- he likes it. Likes how perfect your palm feels against his, how gentle you are and how determined you look to fix something he doesnât need you to fixâŠeven if he really wants you too deep down
Heâs a little skeptical when you lead him towards the kitchen- even more so when you walk straight through it and to the balcony instead
The sliding door opens- Bucky expects to see nothing but stars and the moon- maybe you just needed fresh air and the only way to obtain that was by going to the balcony- but-
Balloons. Gentle hung fairy lights along the top of the balcony- small colourful banners along the balcony railing, and on the table- the table with âluckyâ on itâŠis some potting mix with a bow around it, some gardening tools, some seeds, and some pot plants- lots of them.
âI noticed you were afraid to get more plants because youâre scared that theyâll dieâ You explain nervously, fiddling with your fingers and only then does he miss the warmth of your hand in his âLucky is all alone out here and looks like he needs some friendsâ
âYouâŠyou brought all this for me?â He ignores the way his words catch in his throat as if tears might take over, ignores the way his plant is left untouched- as if you knew it was something of his own and you wanted to support this hobby instead of taking over it, buying him the necessityâs for plants instead of buying him already potted and seeded plants, letting him choose what he wants to do
And right now? All he wants to do is to take you to his bedroom and give himself the birthday present he really wants
And by the way youâre looking at him- heâs assuming you want that too. The careful way youâre searching his face to see if he likes your gifts, the relief that crosses your face when his own eyes meet yours- the gasp that escapes your lips when his metal hand doesnât reach for the plants- but reaches for you, cupping your cheek tenderly, thumb brushing across your skin that sends goosebumps across your arms
âIâm sorryâ Your voice cracks through the silence, interlay sincere and apologetic âI was so scared of- of you or anybody finding out I-â You shakily close your eyes â-I avoided you in order to keep myself from ruining you- ruining me- ruining the team-â
You expect him to interrupt, to tell you how youâre making no sense or call you out and tell you that he doesnât want to hear it- but heâs listening, patient and understanding, eyes never leaving yours as his metal knuckles brush gently against your warm cheek
âKeep goingâ He encourages softly
âYelena found outâ You sniffle, because despite your best efforts- ever giving Bucky the impression that you dislike him in any shape of form breaks your heart, and you have nobody to blame for it but yourself âThis whole night was a plan for me to confess my-â Your breath hitches at your own words and then you remember everything
âThe stuff that matters, the family- love- marriage and kids- that kind of thing. It sticks. It always sticks-â
âValâs up all our asses but Bucky? she has some sort of special thing for him or somethingâ
âBucky would want a women whoâs dangerous, lives on the edgeâ
All the conversations- all the realisations, all the haunted words lingering in your mind, your own insecurities and fears begin to surface right as the truth is on the tip of your tongue- and unfortunately tonightâŠyouâre going to dissapoint Yelena
âYour?â Bucky brings you back to reality, and you realise that both of his hands are cupping your face now, grounding you when you hadnât even realised you needed it
The way his eyes search yours- the way his face is mere inches awayâŠhits something inside your brain that makes you finally realiseâŠHeâs scared too. Terrified, but because you can see that in his features- see that clearly something about this particular stance and conversation is affecting him-
It means he loves you too.
Maybe itâs not your smartest move- definitely your bravest, but not your smartest. Hands bracketing his shoulders, you lean in- and at the last second swerve from his lips and kiss his cheek instead, embarrassingly, slowly- so slow in fact that youâre sure a long ten seconds have passed
The feeling of scruff against your lips, how warm he feels- the warmth youâve only ever imagined in your dreams
He doesnât let you go very far when you pull back- his hands finding the back of your neck to pull you in for what might be the most delicate yet beautiful kiss youâve ever experienced
Your heart is racing faster then formula one races, Youâre not sure what to do with your hands so they slide down and grip his waist while his own hands move to pull you closer
You kiss him back tenderly, not daring to pull back in fear that this is some rouse or moment with a lapse of judgement
But when he backs you up against the balcony railing, the banner brushing your thighs as the kiss quickly turns heated? Thatâs when you know that thereâs no lapse of anything, no miscommunicating this kiss
Itâs real, and it is wanted.
âBuckyâ You whisper as he pulls back for a breath, forehead resting against yours, chest heaving as he looks into your eyes, fingers moving to run through your hair
âTell me what you had planned for this nightâ He murmurs quietly, tenderly brushing his nose against yours
âConfessing my feelings for youâ You finally admit, fingers tightening on the back of his dress shirt
He kisses you again, hands moving to pick you up by your thighs making you gasp, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck
âTell me you want thisâ He pleads, kissing you again, and again, and again
Your only response is the swipe of your tongue along his bottom lip and your own fingers moving to mess up his hair, the smell of him filling your nose and making your thighs instinctively squeeze around his hips making him groan into the kiss
His tongue quickly meets yours in an eager âhelloâ, youâve never been more turned on in your life and you now know that thereâs no questioning his feelings or your own
âPlease Buckâ You whisper, pulling back, lips swollen, aching to be touched by him in the way youâve desired for over six months, wishing to know if he tastes sweet or salty, if his metal hand will feel better then his flesh one
Nothing in this moment can stop what you both need now, and the way his grips your thighs just a little bit tighter and grinds against you with furrowed eyebrows clearly shows that he needs you just as desperately
You do not need to beg or plead much longer, heâs already striding back inside the tower with purpose, you in his arms and his steps echoing within the silent floor
He kisses you again before you even make it to his bedroom, both of you now needy and uncaring of how unhidden youâre being- your back softly hits his closed door while his metal hand pulls away from your thigh just long enough to fumble with the handle of the door, opening it with a chuckle into the kiss when he nearly loses his balance
He kicks the door shut and moves to set you on his bed, pulling back to take off his dress shirt- his eyes never leaving yours
Your breathing hitches at the captivating sight, hands steadily moving to run across his chest, not daring to look away for a moment as your fingers trace his scars, sitting up to press a tender kiss to where his neck meets shoulder, lips moving around the delicate chain of his dog tag that hangs perfectly between his pecs
When you pull back only to look into his eyes and see that you hadnât crossed any line- his blue is almost completely gone, pupils blown wide with lust and want that makes your body ache with need
You stop him when he reaches for your dress- shaking your head as you pull him closer by his pants until heâs straddling your hips
âBirthday boy gets a birthday presentâ You say, fingers already fumbling with his belt, still in awe with how quickly this night escalated
âYou are my birthday presentâ He argues weakly, hands on either side of your head as his hair begins to fall infront of his face. You make quick work of his belt and then make quick work of tenderly pushing his hair behind his ears
âLet me taste youâ You insist softly. He doesnât argue, doesnât tell you that he doesnât need you to offer to do anything you donât want to simply because itâs his birthday- because truthfully, the hungry look in your eyes is all the proof he needs to know that this is what you want
His breathing hitches when your fingers tangle in his belt- undoing it with shaky hands before sliding it out of his pants
His hands cover yours and gently guide you- easing your nerves and reminding you to stay grounded in the moment
âDonât disappear on meâ He coaxes softly as your fingers finally unzip his pants, his hands move to push your hair behind your ears, thumbs brushing across your temples as you shove his dress pants down, allowing him to stand up and shove them off leaving him in nothing but his boxers
âYouâŠ..youâre bigâ You mumble, seeing his length through his boxers which are now noticeably tight and showcasing everything
He blushes, glancing down at himself before looking back at you, hands moving awkwardly to his hips
âWe donât have to do anything you-â His breath catches when you finally pull yourself together and shove his boxers down, pulling him closer by his thighs until the tip of his cock is inches from your face
He gasps as you start with kisses around his cock, brushing your lips along his thighs- marking him with faint lipstick that youâre shocked is still there after he kissed most of it away
His metal fingers hesitantly tangle in your hair and immediately sends a jolt between your legs- now youâre just interested in tasting him
The tip of his cock leaks onto your tongue the moment they collide, swirling around the sensitive head and tasting all he has to offer, salty yet not overly so. He tastes better then you imagined, so much so that youâre licking the underside of his cock while he mutters under his breath and tries to hold his cool
Pulling back only to plunge between his legs and lick a stripe along his balls- he gasps immediately, fingers tightening in your hair as he bites his bottom lip
âSweetheart-â
You moan around his orb, swirling your tongue around it and watching as his cock leaks profusely, pulling back with a gentle smile before taking his cock back into your mouth again
Your fingers wrap around the base of his shaft, pumping it experimentally before getting the hang of moving your hand and using your mouth on him
Thereâs not much of him you can fit in your mouth of course- he makes it to the back of your throat and heâs not even halfway in yet, but you donât mind- and he doesnât seem to mind either by the way his head falls back and he lets out a groan so wrecked you suck harder just to coax another one out of him, and it works.
Bobbing your head, both hands now tangled in your hair, he spreads his legs wider and begins slowly thrusting his hips- not enough to give it to take over- just enough to help you multitask in his pleasure
âGod- just like that dollâ He groans, biting his lip as he watches you look up at him through your eyelashes âSo pretty for me, pretty lips wrapped around me- fuck that feels so goodâ
His praises send your hand between your legs until you make contact with your wet heat through your panties, rubbing yourself, jerking the base of his length while taking his gentle thrusts into your mouth
Buckyâs never seen something so beautiful- so raw and intimate it makes him realise just how close he already is to cumming down your throat. You feel it too, in the way his hips stutter and his cock throbs in your mouth. He tries to pull back- much to your dismay
âI donât mindâ You mumble, thumbs stroking his thighs
âYouâŠ.want me to-â
â-Pleaseâ You plead, nodding as you open your mouth again
He bites his bottom lip with lust as he guides his cock back into your mouth, thrusting his hips again and groaning, holding the back of your head- fingers gripping and twirling your hair softly
Within a minute you feel the warmth of him hit the back of your throat. Some spills out the corner of your mouth as you try to keep up and swallow it all- he looks awestruck and also guilty as he slowly pulls out, wincing as you choke a little but offer him a smile when you finally swallow it all
âYou okay?â He asks tenderly, leaning down to kiss you before you can answer. He groans- tasting himself on your tongue as he slowly lies you down on his bed, happily falling on top of you
âIâve wanted to do that for a long timeâ You admit, pulling back to look into his eyes, your hands resting on his lower back âA good birthday present I hope?â You joke and he cracks a smile
âIt wasâ He kisses the corner of your mouth âBut what I really want- what would make this day the best birthday ever-â He kisses down your neck, over your breasts through your dress making your breathing hitch âIs tasting youâ
You donât have a moment to collect your thoughts before heâs maneuvering you around- hands bracketing your thighs and immediately twisting you to lay on your stomach
His fingers make quick work of unzipping your dress and pulling it down, chest pressed to your back as he kisses along your bare shoulders with every inch revealed, smiling against your skin when your thighs instinctively press together
âRelax for me, Iâve got youâ He coos softly, finally peeling your dress down your legs until it hits his floor beneath. Only then does he gently turn you back onto your back, taking all of you in
âI- didnât expect this tonightâ You admit with embarrassment as you look down at your boring panties and bra- nothing like lingerie or lace in sight, just plain old garnets covering your skin
You gasp when he surprises you by reaching underneath you, unclasping your bra before kissing you tenderly
âYou could be wearing an inflatable dinosaur costume with a trash bag on underneath and Iâd still find you the most enduring, beautiful, earthly woman Iâve ever metâ
Your fingers move to his hair as he kisses down you stomach, pausing to take in your breasts before placing a kiss to each nipple making you gasp
âWhat about the ones you havenât met?â You tease and he smiles agaisnt your nipple, looking up at you through his eyelashes
âYouâre testing me dollâ He whispers, kissing both nipples making you blush deeply. He trails his kisses down your stomach, looking up at you as he does so âI donât see any other woman whenever youâre in my facinityâ He murmurs, fingers smoothly pulling your panties down âI never see anybody else but youâ
You gasp when he throws your legs over his shoulders and immediately dips down- tongue snaking between your folds with a hunger so eager it already has you arching- fingers moving to grip his hair
âB-Bucky-â You gasp out in pleasure- shuddering as he circles your hole with his tongue before slipping a finger inside, sucking on your clit while he does so âOh- oh right there-â
â-Here?â He murmurs into your flesh, tongue greedy and finger moving in and out, preparing you for god only knows what comes after this âNeed another one doll?â
âPleaseâ You whimper out, tugging a little harder on his hair as he adds a second finger inside of you, grinning into your heat smugly when you spread your legs wider with desperation, clenching around his fingers making him groan with pleasure into you
Youâre a whimpering mess when he pulls his fingers out and plunges his tongue deep inside you, heâs quick to change the silence- making you gasp loudly when he suddenly flips you both over, hands gripping your hips until youâre now straddling his face, thighs on either side of his head
He pulls you down firmly onto his face, not allowing any other air then you to seep into his lungs, guiding you to move your hips with his hands while watching you with his darkened eyes
âB-Bucky-â You moan, grinding your hips as he laps at your heat like a man gone mad, eyes squinted with lust- one glance over your shoulder and you see him already hard, leaking at the tip merely from eating you out
You cum the moment he swirls his tongue around your clit and murmurs âsmother my face dollâ, fingers digging into his palms that quickly move to steady you by your wrists, holding you upright as you fall apart on his face
He only removes you from off of him once youâre shaking and overstimulated, helping you onto your back beside him while youâre busy panting with shock and pleasure
âStill with me pretty?â He coos softly, swiftly moving behind you, kissing up your spine
âBarleyâ
âHey- you wanna stop? We can stopâ
âI donât want to stopâ You reassure softly, gripping his greedy hand that slides along your stomach as his hips bracket your own from behind, guiding his hand to your lips to kiss, kissing each knuckle and scar, not stopping until he turns your head to kiss you, stubble scratching deliciously
âHow do you want me?â He asks softly, not daring to peel his eyes away from your own, kissing your jaw- cheek and chin, slow and steady, allowing you to recover with his tenderness and patience
âWhatever the birthday boy wantsâ
He smiles against your chin and gently helps you onto your back, moving between your legs, hands on your knees- leaning over to his drawer, and thatâs when you notice him falter, freezing like heâs not sure what to do
âYou okay?â You ask softly, scared that heâs overthinking this, or realising that he doesnât want this after all-
â-I donâtâŠ.I havenât- I donât have any condomsâ He murmurs nervously- or in embarrassment perhaps âHavenât needed oneâ
âYouâve been celibate all this time?â You ask a little too bluntly and watch as he smiles in embarrassment, hands still on your knees but less so âIâm not meaning it like that- I just mean youâre so- you and- and how could any girl not have climbed you like a tree yet?â
He chuckles dangerously handsomely, shaking his head with amusement as his hair falls over his face and his dog tag glints with the moonlight
âYouâre the first woman Iâve wanted since 1930â He admits softly, pouting his lips in thought âIâm not exactly an open bookâ
Leaning up- kissing him softly, he melts into you immediately and frowns when you pull back
âIâm on the pill, Iâm sure weâll go okayâ
âYeah?â
âYeah.â You nod. Laying back down as he kisses both of your knees and settles back between your legs
âYouâre so beautifulâ He praises as he guides the tip of his cock along your folds, coating himself in your wetness, groaning with pleasure when it nudges along your clit
âBuck-â you moan, hips instinctively grinding against him until he finally pushes inside you, slow and steady
You both gasp- his fingers tangling with his own as he pushes further and further inside you
âGod you feel-â He cuts himself off with a groan, gasping when heâs fully seethed and meets your own dazed out eyes, clearly to drunk on him inside of you to care about anything else âOh babyâ
The nickname sends butterflies wild, youâre sure your cunt clenched around his cock with approval- and by the way he curses under his breath- you know youâre right
âYouâre so- so-â
â-Use your words pretty girlâ He teases, thrusting slowly, hands never leaving yours as his hair falls further into his face and his dog tag hits his chest with each thrust âThatâs it sweetheart- keep your legs up for meâ
Your legs oblige at his words as they seem to move on their own, spreading wider so he can hit deeper- thrust faster
âBuckyâ You moan, arching your back as your eyes roll back- the moment his cock brushes your g-spot you feel like you could cum right on the spot
âRight there doll?â He asks, thrusting deeper- faster. Your breath gets caught in your throat when he leans down to fuck you harder, your leg hiking around his hip as he hungrily kisses you, never faltering his movements
You moan into the kiss, pulling your hands away from his own to dig your nails into his back making him groan with pleasure
You gasp in protest when he pulls back- immediately your cunt drips with excitement when he flips you onto your stomach and then helps you onto your hands and knees- immediately sliding back into you
âFuck sweetheartâ He groans, hands gripping your hips, cock nudging your spot deeper this way âYou feel like homeâ
He spreads your legs wider and starts thrusting, his hips meeting your ass with each thrust, he leans down, kissing along your spine, dog tag brushing your skin as the room echos with your moans, his hands move to knead and squeeze your ass cheeks, giving a gentle snack making you clench around him
âIâm- Iâm so-â
â-Me tooâ He promises, speeding up, hand snaking around to rub your clit in fast circles enough to send you spiraling. You clench around his cock as you cum, falling face first into the mattress as you shudder with pleasure. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out at the last minute and cumming onto your lower back, gripping your hips gently to stabilise himself âIâm sorryâ
âDonât apologiseâ You mumble as you weakly push yourself back onto your elbows while he immediately moves to grab tissues and clean you both up
He lays down on his bed, pulling you into his chest, apologetically kissing your head as if he had done anything wrong
âStay the night?â He asks, metal fingers brushing along your bare back making you smile into his chest, nodding
âLeast I could doâ
He chuckles at your words and fluffs both pillows, helping you lay on the other side before you cuddle up again, his chest to your back, his nose brushing the back of your head, dog tag cool against your warm skin
âCan I tell you something?â He asks reluctantly and you nod tiredly, loving the feeling of his metal hand on your stomach while the warmth of him contrasts to the coolness of it âI donât have feelings for youâ He murmurs- quickly continuing before you can spiral into embarrassment or fear âIâm in love with youâ
Your breathing stops and you close your eyes for a moment before opening them again to make sure this is real- that this isnât a dream
âIâŠIâm in love with you tooâ You admit softly, feeling his chest relax with relief âIf tonight wasnât any hint of that then Iâm not sure what isâ You tease and he smiles against your head
âAll this timeâŠâ He trails off, shaking his head âIt doesnât matter anymore, nothing else matters but thisâ He whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade âBest birthday ever doll, thank you.â
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The next morning when you wake- Bucky is gone. The emptiness on his side of his bed is prominent- the sight of his wrinkled sheets and used pillow- but no him.
Heâs left his clothes neatly folded on the nightstand beside you and you canât help but smile and smell his shirt- asking the scent of his cologne before you slowly pull his shirt and a pair of his boxers on
Itâs 6:23am so nobody should be awake to catch either of you- you can only imagine the scandals the team would have to say if they ever caught you in Buckyâs clothes
You exit his room, smiling at his bed one last time and praying to the gods that youâd end up sharing it with him permanently with time to come before you make your way around the compound quietly, checking the gym- the living room, your room- and lastlyâŠthe kitchen
You spot him through the glass doors, broad muscles on show for you and you alone, he looks so peaceful- so unlike the thousand yard stare man youâre used to seeing on his handsome face
And last night? That was a brand new Bucky that youâve never seen before, and you loved it.
Stepping onto the balcony- you spot Bucky by his plant, blushing furiously with a smile as you realise heâs setting up the other plant pots you brought him- adding seeds and soil and watering them, putting them on the sunniest side of the table
âThere you goâ He murmurs to himself, softly patting the leafs âNow you have some friends Luckyâ
Stepping up behind him, he immediately senses your presence. A blush creeping along his cheeks as he notices you wearing his shirt and a pair of his boxers
Your smile eases his uncertainty and he reaches for you, pulling you into his side, nose brushing your temple before pressing a gentle kiss there, your arm slipping around his waist like it belongs there
âDid you name them?â
He smiles against your temple, then tips your head back- fingers under your chin so he can press his lips to your own, tasting you- allowing himself to sink in the feeling of his new normal- his dream come true
Somebody clears their throat and you and Bucky pull away from the kiss- your faces flushed at the sight of being caught red handed by Yelena whoâs standing in the kitchen with a grin, a clear view of the two of you while she bites into her avocado toast
âGood birthday Barnes?â She teases and Buckyâs metal hand finds your hip, thumb brushing back and forth as he smiles awkwardly at Yelena
âI owe youâ He simply responds and Yelena winks, using her coffee cup to âcheersâ you both as she struts away with her breakfast, singing
âYou owe her huh?â You tease him and his eyes meet yours as he smiles, kissing your nose
âShe helped push you into my directionâ He murmurs affectionately, kissing you again- slowly, tenderly, so full of emotions that it makes your heart race. Your hands move to wrap around his neck and his fingers tangle in his hair âMaybeâŠI can finally have those things that stickâ
âThe family? The wife?â You whisper hopefully, breath hitching as he nods, sure, affirmative yet nervous
âOnly if youâd want that, only if youâd ever have me like that-â
â-In every timeline.â You cut him off âI want it all with you, whatever life gives us, yes. Everything-â
He kisses you passionately, hands bracketing your thighs until theyâre wrapped around his waist and your own fingers cup the back of his head
You pull away this time to rest your forehead against his as he looks up at you, eyes watery with hope and fear, but most of all- love.
âI love youâ He whispers softly, terrified that this is all a dream
âI love you tooâ You whisper back, reminding him that this is all very much real.
Summary: Falling in love with your best-friend was your first mistake, agreeing to be friends with benefits was your second. Feelings bleed where hurt mixes to create eventual confrontation on no better day than Valentineâs Day.
Warnings: Friends With Benefits trope. Was feeling Angsty so this is more hurt then love but with a happy ending of course. Miscommunication, Smut, (wrote this after the Djokovic vs Sinner match, idk why I mentioned that)
The kitchen was quiet. The sound of the cold wind outside seeping through the bottoms of the front door and thrusting your creaking windows against the brick surrounding the outside of your apartment
The sky was a swarm of dark grey, Streetlights illuminating chalk drawn on the walk paths- a game of hopscotch, a drawing of a butterfly and a bee, still- despite the dark and empty streets, you were watching. Waiting.
The grocery shop down the street had a barely noticeable âopenâ sign on the door, every apartment surely with their heaters on blast.
If it werenât for a certain Super Soldier with a grumpy attitude and sarcasm as his bestfriend- youâd be so buried under your blankets on your warm bed by now that nobody would catch you leaving it for days
But of course, how can you say no when he texts you so out of the blue?
âHey, can I come over?â
âDoors already unlockedâ You had texted back, heart pounding in your chest.
You expected to see his motorbike appear, snow fighting against the tires of his Harley Davidson, the headlight hinting he was rounding into your parking lot-
Instead, you spot him on the right side of the street, walking around the frozen grass slowly dusted by snow, hands shoved in his pockets and leather jacket tight around his muscular frame
He spots you immediately, you canât help but blush as his face softens to something sweet and vulnerable before itâs replaced by his usual stoic look as he makes his way to the stairs leading up to your apartment
You hate how eager you are waiting by the door, nervously pushing your hair behind your ears. You never used to be like this with him- it was all casual and ease, you couldnât care less if you looked like a hungover greaseball who had just gotten into a fight with a raccoon- but now?
You wear outfits you know will catch his eye. You smile more than you need to, and youâre always flirting- even if half the time he definitely doesnât notice.
Thatâs the strange thing about falling for somebody who you were friends with first. How quickly it all changes from something platonic to something sincerely bittersweet.
Maybe itâs foolish- or- it definitely is, but it doesnât matter anymore, not when his polite knocks cut through your thoughts as if you havenât already told him a thousand times he can enter without doing so- but still, you play along, opening the door with a smile smaller then you wish to show, because overwhelming him is the last thing you want to do
âYouâre hereâ You breathe out, searching his face. His red flushed cheeks and pink nose from the cold, the way he still looks unsure- like heâs not quite used to belonging somewhere, but still, he offers you his usual nod, hands in his jackets pockets
âI wouldâve brought hot chocolate from the cafe but they wouldâve froze by the time I got hereâ
You let out a small laugh, stomach fluttering as you step aside to let him in. It takes only a moments hesitation before heâs taking off his boots and stepping inside, placing them neatly by the front door
âI was in the middle of deciding weather we order pizza- but then realised that would be cruel to do to the delivery person- so I opted for cooking our own insteadâ You say, walking to your kitchen- ignoring the way your hands sweat with nerves and your heart skips a beat by the way he hovers near you
âYou already made the basesâ He points out, moving around your kitchen to the other side of your counter, staring at the pizza bases and all the toppings and sauces neatly laid out, as if it had taken you hours just to chop- shred- grind and prepare all of this, the thought whirls within his mind that maybe you did this all to distract yourself, just like he does when he goes for hour long walks everyday just to get out of his own head
âI donât think Iâve ever made my own pizzaâ He admits, glancing over at you- eyes lingering on your smile and the way your fingers nervously drift close to the pizza bases- as if embarrassed by how they look or if you did okay âLooks better then any other pizza Iâve ever paid forâ
He doesnât glance at you then, but he senses the way tension seems to leave your shoulders with his words. The tiny exhale you think he canât hear that he can, The way you rub your hands together and glance at him in relief
âAlright Barnes, aprons on- and donât take all of the pineapple like I know you willâ You say, back already turned to him as you stand at the fridge to grab out some more sauce
His hand was already midway into the pineapple container- and pauses, grinning with a shake of his head at how well you know him
âUnderstood.â
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The next few hours consists of pizza, cheap beers and watching the tennis for little to no reason- just the fact that itâs on and the competitorâs are close in ranking
Buckyâs too busy watching the game to notice the way you nervously prep yourself into starting a conversation- something youâve never had trouble with before with him
It used to be easy- natural, talking and laughing- offering him peace where war clings to his mind, and you hate that feelings have bled into your friendship- that maybe he doesnât feel so at peace with you anymore
âDid Sam talk to you about the bar crawl?â
His words catch you off guard, you place your plate on the coffee table, instinctively covering your mouth while you eat
âYeah, are you gonna do it?â
âHeâll drag me if I say noâ He huffs out, shrugging âI said Iâd go if you doâ
âOhâ you manage to mumble out between your heart thumping and your mind racing, maybe you havenât ruined your friendship after all âIâll goâ
âEven if you hate crowds and your drunk self?â
âYou hate those things tooâ You say with an amused smile, taking another sip of your beer- pretending to like the taste because you know Bucky unconsciously enjoys it- it brings him comfort, even if it doesnât have an effect on him physically anymore
âAre you gonna wear a costume?â
âThatâs like asking if theyâre gonna play Maria Carey at shopping malls during all of Decemberâ You tease, smiling when he grins and shakes his head, leaning back further into your couch
The tension eases more. The TV fades from the main entertainment to simple background noise. Bucky doesnât fake his smiles or his laughs- they come naturally, and each one is like a arrow to the heart- Cupid surely the one holding the bow
By the 3rd hour into the tennis game youâre making your way to the kitchen to see what sort of dessert you have- because even if itâs cold, and itâs snowing, dessert is still a must have after dinner when it comes to you.
You must already be past the point of being guarded, or maybe youâre tipsy and you donât know yet because every drink seems to ease your words and intuition more, but you swear you hear a grunt- and when you turn- youâre right.
Behind you is your broken kitchen cabinet. Something you had mentioned a few times to Sam and Bucky when you were out drinking with them, something harmless- something so at the back of your mind that you donât even notice it anymore, until now
Bending down, grunting as he twists the screw with his metal hand, bottom lip between his teeth in concentration with his empty beer bottle on the kitchen counter, is Bucky, clearly unaware of your attention.
You swallow your words- the way heat coils in your belly with every sound he makes. And when he finishes- standing- dusting his hands off and placing them on his hips- all you can think about is wishing you were the one he was touching- making him groan like that- wondering how good those hands could make you feel
Would the metal be too cold? His flesh hand too warm? Would he be rough? Gentle? Would he-
âYouâre doing the staring thing you and Sam tease me for doingâ
You stay silent. Mostly because you feel like a deer caught in headlights, thighs pressed together, cheeks burning red with arousal- staring at Bucky like heâs everything you want- and he is.
If he notices, he doesnât say. He simply looks you up and down once- enough to take in the way you lean back and sway a little with how lightheaded heâs making you feel
A thud on the window cuts both of your attentions, and you notice how bad the snow outside has gotten. A blizzard- a storm just deep enough that walking through it would surely be a death sentence- well, unless youâre a super soldier.
And you both know he could make it home unharmed, which is why it shocks you when you gesture to the couch and he nods, already moving to set it up as a bed for him tonight
Somewhere along the lines of silently hitting yourself for how you acted in the kitchen and handing him a blanket close enough to smell beer and cologne mixing within his presence- you lean in close enough to invite yourself, but not to pressure- never pressure
âWhat are you doing?â He chuckles, nerves along with confusion mixed in his voice
âDo you think either of the players can predict what moves the other is going to serve?â You ask, the tennis still playing in the background
Bucky searches your eyes- hearing the double meaning, seeing your metaphor
âIf theyâre good enough players, yeahâ
âAre you a good player Bucky?â
âIâve never played tennis, dollâ He says, voice low and eyebrows furrowed as you take a deep breath- voice shaking with nerves
âIâm hitting on youâ You say, pushing your hair behind your ear- god why did you have to do it now?
âI-yeah I kind of got that I justâŠdidnât know how to ask if I was rightâ He replies, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck
Your stomach fills with horror instead of butterflies and your heart sinks with embarrassment, faking a smile, shaking your head
âIâm sorry- I must be drunkâ You chuckle, turning on your heel to walk away
Then you feel metal- cold, comforting on your hip, soft and hesitant lips trailing along your jaw- a warm flesh hand moving to flatten over your stomach and the warmth of his breath ticking your neck
You almost think youâre hallucinating until he pulls you flush against his chest, pulling back only to press his lips to your ear
âIâm not a fast responder, you didnât give me a moment to reply how I wanted toâ
âThis- this seems fastâ You breathe out, taking a shaky breath âI donât want to ruin our friendshipâ
âNeither do Iâ He agrees, hands tightening on you- pausing before squeezing reassuringly âBut you came onto me- and I canât ignore that. Not for a second. So do you want this?â
âI doâ You breathe out, almost desperate âPlease BuckyâŠâ
He tilts your face with his flesh hand, looking into your eyes before kissing you- almost testing, eyes fluttering closed as you kiss him back
When you turn around to deepen the kiss and he lifts you into his arms as if you weigh nothing- thatâs when you know that youâre both utterly screwed. Literally and figuratively.
Stumbling back towards your bedroom- his hands never leave the back of your head, kissing you like his life depends on it, thighs bracketing yours until you hit a wall.
You both laugh into the kiss, and you tug on his shirt to hint that you want it off pronto- he pulls back only for a moment to furrow his eyebrows
âAre you sure?â He asks, eyes searching yours, nerves on the tip of his tongue- you can see the hesitance, the need for reassurance
âWe donât have to go all the wayâ You murmur softly, hands on his clothed chest âCan justâŠmakeout for nowâ
You both know that itâs far too gone for just making out, but the gesture is nice anyway- especially when you feel something hard and prodding on your lower stomach and he gives you a guilty but unashamed look
You kiss him again, arms wrapping around his neck as his hardening cock bulges in his jeans- metal hand lifting you up against the wall as his flesh fingers tangle in your hair
Breathless is the word youâd use- or insatiable. Youâd always thought heâd be a gentle lover. A man afraid of intamacy- something youâd have to earn. And while itâs all true- and maybe youâve earned it through years of friendship- heâs also incredibly rough in the most delicate way possible
Stubble scratching your jaw, fingers tugging lightly on your hair- and now? Teeth nipping at your skin as he grinds his hips into yours with purpose
âB-Bucky-â You babble out a moan, fingers fisting in his shirt as you grind back against him, feeling your panties already damp and toes curling with pleasure
âNeed a bedâ He mumbles, not daring to let you go as you both stumble towards your bedroom- finally falling onto the soft mattress
More friction is provided- his cock now grazing your heat with every grind as he messily sucks hickeys onto your neck, groaning and licking like he canât get enough
Youâre afraid of what will happen once you both eventually cum from dry humping because in all honesty, you were already halfway there the second he touched you. You wonder if youâll both pretend this never happened, if Bucky will say it was a mistake and end your friendship- or if, by any miracle, you wants you too. Wants to be yours just how you want to be his
âYou feel so good dollâ He moans into your ear- hips stuttering as he grows closer to his orgasm, fingers never leaving you- lips brushing against your skin âSo fucking perfect for meâ
âI-Iâm gonna-â
â-Me too.â He promises- and you both moan as you cum together, your hair tangled, foreheads sweaty and undergarments? Definitely Wrecked.
He collapses beside you, spent and exhausted, both of you trying to catch your breath, because this wasnât planned. Not at all
Before you can speak a word, tell him how you really feel, how his eyes drive you crazy, how youâre in love with his soul and his scars- you feel his ragged breaths straighten out- his eyes shut, lashes fluttering closed, chest curling with breathes of a sleeping man- not one that just came from dry humping his bestfriend
And despite it all, you smile
Because maybe- he might finally be yours.
-
Halloween comes around fast. Matching costumes with Sam in a Buzz lightyear costume and you as Jessie, sporting your cowgirl hat as a makeshift people avoider- covering your face when you donât want to be part of conversation.
You havenât spoken to Bucky since you crossed your friendship boundary three weeks ago and woke up to an empty bed. Youâve been avoiding hangouts like the plague- but this, youâre afraid, you couldnât miss
Youâre in the middle of nursing a shot when Sam starts laughing, funny and loud- mumbling something about âthis is so goodâ and you hear him move closer
When you spot Bucky in a woody costume, blue eyes meeting your through his own cowboy hat- you drop your shot and it spills all over the bar
This was only bar 1 out of 7 on the bar crawl tonight. How are you possibly going to last throughout the whole thing?
âHeyâ He manages to mumble out as Sam leaves to greet other people he invited. You anxiously swallow, quickly cleaning the liquor with a nearby cloth, eyeing the bartender whoâs busy serving other people âSam made you wear that?â He assumes and you nod
âI didnât know we were gonna beâŠa couple costumeâ
âYeahâ He chuckles awkwardly, both of you fall silent
The tension makes your heart ache and your eyes well with tears you DEFINITELY donât want to shed. As per usual, feelings ruin good things, and this? Bucky? Was the best thing you ever had, then you just had to go and ruin it by dry humping him in your bed until you feel asleep and woke up the next day with him gone and the snow set in.
âIâm sorry I leftâ He blurts out, like he just canât hold it in anymore, like heâs been holding back the words since the moment he sealed his actions
âYou donât have to apologiseâ You mumble, tracing an indent thatâs in the bars counter- anything but meeting his eyes
âHey- please look at meâ He pleads, voice softening for only you to hear, and when your eyes meet his, his face softens with guilt at the glistening tears in your eyes, because he hurt you, more then you thought possible âIâm sorry, I just- I guess I panickedâ
âI knowâ
âI mean- I donât even know how all of that happenedâ
âMe neitherâ
âAnd it felt- fucking incredibleâ He breathes out as if he hadnât just made your entire body fill with desire and confusion as your head whips around to face him fully, tears disappearing as you realise that maybe..he doesnât regret you
âWhat?â
âIâve never done something like that beforeâ He admits, nervously smiling âNot with somebody Iâm so close to it- I thinkâŠit made it betterâ
âBuckyâŠâ
âTell me to stop talkingâ He begs âif you donât want to cross that line again- Iâm okay with that- Iâll never speak about this again and we can move onâ He continues, voice wavering as he grips the bar âBut if youâŠ.if you want this to be something more-â
â-I do.â You say immediately. Heart fluttering with love and hope- because finally- finally, after years of pining. He might finally be yours
âYeah?â He grins boyishly, eyes searching yours
âYeah.â You smile back, hand moving- pinky brushing his own. He immediately intwines them
âOkayâŠgoodâ He stands up slowly, pinky slipping away âIâmâŠgonna head to the bathroomâ He hints and you grin, breathless and flustered
âYeah, me tooâ You reply, already getting up to follow him.
You wait until Samâs busy happily beng the centre of attention before you make your way to the menâs toilet- praying that itâs just Bucky inside.
Pushing the door open- youâre excited to see that all the stalls are empty.
Heâs already leaning against the sink, waiting, chest heaving, eyes glinting with excitement and lust when you enter, locking the door behind you
He steps close, hands bracketing your waist with gentleness, lips clashing with yours in a slow kiss that quickly turns heated as you both realise youâve been starving yourselves of this for no good reason.
The front of his hat hits yours- but you donât care- especially when his hands move to your thighs and his picks you up, never breaking the kiss as his tongue tangles with yours.
As much as youâd love to finally see him naked- this is enough too. Because itâs finally happening, right? This must mean something, the way he pulls your costume pants down with a playful eye roll that makes you laugh- how he leans down to kiss your inner thighs as his fingers fiddle with the edge of your panties to tease you-
And when his tongue flattens greedily along your slit? Thatâs when you know that sex will never be enough when it comes to your feelings for him
âOh- oh okay-â You breathe out, head falling back against the mirror, fingers tangling in his hair
Bucky groans into your heat, hands holding your thighs spread open. You can see the hunger- the lust in his gaze as his tongue circles your clit, and he visibly frowns when you gently bring him to stand back up properly, lips glistening with you
âYou donât like it?â He asks, almost anxious- and you shake your head immediately, fingers cupping his cheeks
âI love itâ you admit, forehead falling to his own âBut- I-Pleaseâ You beg, looking into his eyes âI really need you right nowâ
His breath mingles with yours, and he looks at you as if youâd just said the exact right thing
âIâve got youâ He promises, the sound of his belt hitting the sink echoing throughout the empty bathroom, eyes never leaving yours as he pushes his boxers down, biting his bottom lip as he strokes his length a couple of times âDidnât want this to be in a bathroom but- I never expected normalâ He teases making you smile.
You refuse to look down, mostly because youâre scared of how big it is, nobody likes being intimidated by something thatâs about to be put inside of them
âCondom?â He asks softly, hands moving to your hips with a gentleness that startles but doesnât surprise you
âI havenât got anyâ
âNeither have Iâ He says hoarsely, clentching his jaw
âIâm on the pill, should be okayâ You say softly, hands moving to his shoulder, he leans in, kissing you tenderly as the tip of his leaking cock brushes through your folds and towards your awaiting entrance
âTell me youâre sureâ He whispers against your mouth. You let out a whimper- something between a moan and a whine, and kiss him desperately, pulling him closer
âIâm sure.â You whisper, nodding as he slowly pushes inside you âIâm always sure about you.â
He bottoms out inside of you at your words, his Woody vest slack against your stupid Wendy costume shirt- and all you can think about is how good he looks with a cowboy hat on- cock already so deep inside you that youâre seeing stars
He begin thrusting, groaning into the air as his hands find your hips, holding you steady as he hits the spot inside you that makes you whimper with pleasure, chin resting on his shoulder, moaning into his ear with every perfect thrust
His hands find their way to your back, holding you close- kissing into the crook of your neck because he canât help himself. You flutter around his cock within minutes- both of you moaning as you near your orgasms
He makes sure you cum first- then pulls out and cums into the sink beside you- still holding you, still breathing you in- panting and slowly blinking like heâs not quite sure how he finished so quickly
âAre you okay?â He asks softly after a minute of both of you going through the aftershocks, your legs still spread, his thighs still tensing
You simply nod, smiling reassuringly
A knock on the bathroom door- irritated and impatient makes your eyes widen, and you both canât help but laugh as you rush around to clean yourselves up.
When you finally- and awkwardly- exit the bathroom, Samâs glaring at the both of you with shock and confusion on the other side, holding his phone in one hand and a water bottle in the other
âHey dude..â Bucky trails off awkwardly
âDonât want to knowâ Sam pushes past you both and into the bathroom âJESUS CHRIST BUCKY- WHAT IS THIS IN THE GOD DAMN SINK!?â
You both burst out laughing in horror and humiliation, Sam bursts out a second later, disgusted and horrified by the sight, shaking his head
âI donât know when this started- but that- can never happen againâ He says, shaking his head as he walks away muttering âThis will be the death of meâ
-
It wasnât what you thought it would be
You thought about a real, committed, serious relationship that meant building trust and Bucky loving you the way you love him
But what you got instead was a man who cared for you, and loved having sex too- combining both things to create his own personal frustration reliever
Or at least, thatâs what you think anyway.
Casual, friends with benefits, call it what you want- itâs not the Bucky you were hoping for. But if itâs all he can offer- then youâll accept it on a terminal state. Even if you said before that it would never be enough.
The sex is other worldly. The way he takes control like a man whoâs got everything to loose. The way heâs so gentle with you as if youâre something precious.
Sometimes he calls- sometimes he turns up. Unannounced, but always welcome.
Sometimes itâs just him needing a blowjob- or needing to taste you with a desperation thatâs foreign from any other man youâve ever been with, but mostly- of course, itâs him and you, naked and tangled in sheets, tracing eachothers scars because theyâre something sacred
Sam doesnât ask. Nobody does. Bucky doesnât notice the way you almost cry every time he thanks you as if sex with you is a transaction before he leaves. You donât notice the way he lingers just long enough for it to feel purposeful
Christmas passes, heâs there of course- in your apartment. Acting like bestfriends when you know youâll end up naked in bed later.
Sam comes over to exchange gifts and commentary as if heâs the only person in the room who knows whatâs going on half the time. You make a gingerbread house that falls apart almost immediately and then get tipsy and ride Bucky the second Sam leaves- pouring all your hurt, love and frustration into it as he kisses you while wearing his Santa hat, fingers gliding along your back- laughing ringing in your ears but not returning it back, simply closing your eyes and pretending like this is love. Not just sex.
New years comes with a New Years kiss. Unfulfilled is the word youâd use to describe the start of your New Year. Bucky doesnât see the pain in your eyes when he holds you tight that night, or the way you cling to him longer then necessary when he offers to take things to your bedroom because sex is the last thing on your mind.
You will always remember sitting on the stairs leading to your apartment roof, watching the fireworks go off just seconds after you pull away from his lips, searching his eyes for any kind of devotion that you feel for him
âHappy New Yearâ He whispers, cheerful as the night, kissing your temple as if heâs proving something
âHappy New Year Buckâ You had whispered back, moments before he grabbed your hand and lead you back to your bedroom.
After you two were spent- him more so then you because you werenât really in it at all- he had pulled you onto his chest, palm splaying over your heart as fireworks continue to go off in the background
âThis is niceâ He had murmured into the night air, as if uncaring if you had heard or not, but of course you did âReally niceâ
âIt is.â You responded. Already inching away.
-
It happens a week after that when you stop replying to his calls- texts. Stop answering your door, stop showing up to his apartment with a bottle of wine and a smile
Sam thinks youâre pranking them. But Bucky knows that something is wrong- and as heâs come to learn- heâs almost always the case and cause for things gone wrong.
February 14th rolls around way too quickly. Youâve thrown yourself into your job, your apartment becomes the place you stay less and less and your phone becomes non existent except for when you answer it for work.
When you arrive home that afternoon, tired and worn out, already on the verge of a breakdown or an hour long bath-
Flowers.
Beautiful. Devastating. The type of flowers youâd choose on your own for yourself
Your key shakes in your door keyhole and when you look around for the corporate- sure enough, Buckyâs sitting on your doorstep, staring ahead of him as if angry with himself for some unknown reason
âHeyâ You say unsure. Are the flowers an apology? A thankyou? Something he brought because he wanted to continue your âtransactionâ and thought the flowers would soften the âfriends with benefitsâ blow?
He stands up immediately, hands in his leather jacket pockets as he stares at you as if youâre not real- like heâs seeing a ghost or something from another planet
âYou- youâre hereâ
âYeah, this is my apartmentâ You try to joke- even if it lands wrong and you know it because he flinches
âI- I missed youâ
And there it is.
You bitterly shove your keys into your door and unlock it- stepping over the flowers and into your apartment with your jaw clenched and heart sunk so far to the ground it might as well be in the depths of the ocean.
Bucky stands still, face starting to crumble with confusion and concern as he takes in your expression and the way you stepped over the flowers like they were nothing- meant nothing
âI donât want to have sex with you anymore Buckyâ You snap, throwing your keys on the table and shoving your jacket off
You hate how quiet he stays- how the only way you can read any emotion is when you turn around and notice the hint of tears in his eyes, the way his hands are shaking in his pockets and heâs staring at the ground as if convincing himself that he deserves this, to be told heâs not wanted
âIâm sorryâ His voice is small. Void of anything good except the warmth he always has in his tone
âYouâre sorry?â You ask, confused âYou thought you could just bring flowers by and what- Iâd just agree to keep being your fuck buddy? To be used when you need it?â
âItâs Valentineâs Day.â
His words crack through the room like thunder. The flowers mock you as they sit perfectly perched like Buckyâs words hadnât just shaken you to your core
âWhat?â
âValentines Dayâ He repeats, glancing away âI wasâŠcoming here toâŠAsk you if you wanted to be my valentineâ
âWhy?â You ask, defensive and hurt, ignoring your own tears as you stare at the wall as if it might comfort you âBecause friends that have sex donât do Valentineâs Day or flowers, Bucky.â
âExactlyâ He breathes out. One word that shifts your entire world
âWhat? But- but you wanted just sexâ
âWhen did I ever say that?â He asks, still standing outside of your apartment with a hurt look and even more hurt feelings âI never said anything along the lines of I wanted just sex I-i thought you knewâ
âKnew what?â
âThat Iâm in love with you!â
Silence is your only friend right now. That, and the tears running down your face as your heart thuds with mixed emotions and confusion
You go to speak- but nothing comes out, so he continues
âI thought you knewâ His voice cracks âit was never just sex to me. Do you see me going around sharing myself like that with just anybody?â He asks, shrugging with hurt âI was giving you my heart, Sweetheart. And then you ghosted me right when I was about to ask you to be mineâ His voice shakes âSo I came here today hoping to- to understand why you didnât- didnât want me anymore, didnât even answer Samâs texts or calls eitherâ
You babble out something between a sob and a scoff and he doesnât even care about how hurt he is anymore or about the miscommunication as he steps forward and pulls you into his arms, soothing you with his gentle hands and feather light kisses that start to balm the ache in your chest
He doesnât let you hate yourself. Doesnât let you second guess his feelings anymore as he kisses you tenderly, finally reuniting something that was never meant to be broken in the first place
âI love youâ You whisper, frantic and quiet, reminding him that you had always felt that way- that your actions were because you thought he felt differently
âI love you tooâ He promises, hands framing your face as he kisses away your tears
âIâm so sorry I- I thought-â
âI knowâ He cuts you off softly, shaking his head because heâs proving to you that you donât owe him an explanation âJust a miscommunication, and if thatâs our biggest problem right now? Iâll take that over unrequited feelings anytimeâ He says, kissing your nose tenderly
âI love the flowersâ You sniffle, hands clutching his shirt and he canât help but offer a small smile
âYeah? I was gonna get you so much more but I- didnât know ifâŠâ He swallows âI got them made specially for youâ He admits, looking into your eyes âBe my Valentine, forever. Because I canât even begin to imagine my life with anybody elseâ
âYesâ You whisper, hands rubbing his back as if anchoring yourself to him. Finally- heâs yours, no more assuming, no more directing your hurt and heartache into sex you think is meaningless and assuming itâs only for desire instead of genuine love âIâm yours.â
He breaths out relief mixed with adoration, shaking his head as he looks into your eyes
âYou were never just a friend to meâ He admits, thumbs brushing your cheeks, your heart thumps beneath your ribs as he leans in, kissing you tenderly âEverâ
Summary: One year being married to your husband, Your dinner reservation is forgotten the second heâs on his knees and looking up at you with his steel blue, pleading eyes
Warnings: Pure smut. Oral (f receiving), face sitting/riding, usage of bondage (handcuffs, on Bucky), unprotected P in V, kind of dry humping?, Dom! Reader Sub!Bucky (but they kinda switch), Reader is a tease, Bucky wanting to be covered in your release (is that a kink? Idk), doggy style, kind of choking but not really?, Dog tag mention! (Always), fluff at the end ;)
Word Count: 3.2k
(UmmâŠkinda liked doing the photo collage thing, but I think Iâll stick with gifs and only do the collage on smaller fics! đ«¶)
When the ocean swarms your feet at the beach- the way the waves cascade in crowds
How pretty the baby blue sky looks with clouds dotting along, counting numbers and creating faces and shapes- animals and objects
But mostly? Your favourite shade of blue?
The ones between your legs. Looking up at you though eyelashes that flutter with barley restrained lust
Love and devotion cloud his pupils- his mouth worshipping your knee as he slowly straps up the small belt on your heels
You know you wonât even make it out the front door before he snaps- before his blue disappears into a pit of desperate need and heâll be pulling you back into his chest just to show you how much heâd rather have you for dinner instead of whatever fancy restaurant Sam had suggested for your one year wedding anniversary
You try to step away- god do you try- but his hands- one flesh, the other metal, grip your hips and pull you right back against his face- nearly falling back until his fingers dig into your ribs
You donât have a chance to protest- to compromise- because he already has you sitting on his face, tongue tracing your folds though the thin white panties he had only just gifted you with today
âB-Bucky-â You whine, hands desperately reaching out to clutch any part of him. You fall empty handed, having to opt for placing your hands on top of his own while his nose nudges your panties just a enough to the side to finally taste you
His wedding ring digs deliciously into your skin, metal hand pressing down firmly on your stomach to create pressure. Your eyes keep drifting to the gold band welded into the metal- at the way it shines so brightly because he cleans it at least five times a day
His other hand- flesh and so perfectly warm- moves down enough just to grip your thigh to open you up more for him
His tongue traces your slit, groans vibrating against you as he eats you out like heâs been starving ever since you put on the red dress and acted as if you were ever going to make it out of this house without him doing exactly this
The only way to coax him from this- is to bribe him with more
âCome on B-Buck letâs just m-â You moan, eyes squeezing shut â-Make it to d-dinner and-â
â-and what?â He asks, pausing for a moment beneath you- breath warm against your slick âAnd youâll touch me later? Let me taste you later?â
You donât even notice youâre dripping down his face until he helps you onto your feet and stands up, picking you up and carrying you right back to the bedroom, face slick with your wetness- unashamed and definitely ready to continue
âDidnât even make it past the entrywayâ You mumble weakly as he sets you on the bed to undo his suit tie, blue eyes never leaving yours
âDonât lie Sweetheart, you never planned on itâ He replies earnestly, leaning down to cup your jaw âNow. Am I allowed to appreciate my wife on our one year anniversary or are you going to have to make me beg?â
Your lips part in thought- and he kisses you before you can reply with the second option just to tease him
You pull back with a grin, only faltering when you notice him walking towards your secret drawer and pulling out the two pairâs of blue fluffy handcuffs you brought as a joke when you first started dating- that are now so prominent in the bedroom that theyâre basically apart of your sex life
âBucky-â
â-I get too greedyâ He says, gathering your hands- placing them beside eachother and placing the handcuffs in to the palms of your hands slowly, giving you all the control âNeed you to tie me downâ
You watch as he lies down on the bed, dress shirt- pants- everything except his suit jacket and tie and shoes that he never even put on in the first place still on
âWhatâs your colour?â You ask, tugging on the handcuffs, feeling the weight and fluffiness of them in your hands
His cock twitches in his boxers and pants as he licks his lips, already spreading himself ready for you
âGreen doll, so fucking greenâ
You start with his metal hand, handcuffing it to the headboard slowly, watching the way he eyes your breasts like his favourite meal, chest heaving beneath his dress shirt
âToo tight?â
âFeels perfectâ He corrects, tugging gently- even though he could break it in a split second- he likes pretending he canât. You slip off your heels and let them fall to the ground
You move to his flesh hand, spreading your legs on his forearm- he greedily moves it up- letting your clothed heat rub against his skin
You moan before you can stop yourself and you hear his metal hand tug on the handcuff- instinctively reaching for you like he always does
âNaughty boyâ You warn. Handcuffing his hand and moving back down to straddle his lap- gripping his chin âDid you ask permission to do that?â
âNoâ He whines- already. Chest heaving faster, and you already miss the blue in his eyes that are now pure blown with his pupils- only focused on you âCouldnât help myselfâ
You move down to his crotch before he can continue blabbering about how badly he needed to feel some part of you- grinding your clothed heat agaisnt the prominent bulge- slowly and devastating- the way he groans- the way his fingers wrap around the chains of the handcuffs- it almost makes you cum on the spot
But you know better
âYou disobeyed me. You donât get to cumâ You speak, watching the way his eyes squint with pleasure- how he tries to sit up- not getting very far
He watches you through lidded eyes as you strip off your panties- leaving you in nothing but your dress that youâre already bunching up to your thighs, and thatâs when he looses control
âFuck doll-â He groans, arching his hips to try and chase friction youâre neglecting him with âCome ride my face- pleaseâ He begs, hands strained- chest heaving- eyes blown so wide that you wouldnât be surprised if heâs blown the colour right out of them, but still, he lies there- desperate and ravenous, hands cuffed to the headboard, dress shirt tight against his muscles âRuin my fucking shirtâ
How can you deny such a beautiful man? Wearing his wedding ring with nothing but devotion for you written in his stars?
Plus, he started this didnât he? Heâs been begging for it all night.
He lets out what seems to be a sigh of relief when you finally remove your panties, tucking them into his pocket making him lick his lips with arousal. His chest slows beneath you when you finally reach his neck- his lips sucking into your thighs with a kind of anguish thatâs impossible to ignore- and then when you finally hover just above his face- all bets are off
You know better the to hold back when it comes to this. Your hands grip the headboard as his tongue dips inside you, ass settling on his chin as you plant yourself on his face
He groans like a man possessed, hands tugging at the cuffs, tongue so deep inside you that it feels like one of his fingers- nose purposely nudging your clit like it was carved just to do so
He knows just how to taste you- how to make you twitch and squeeze your thighs around his head how he wants you too.
He groans appreciatively when you begin to rock your hips- smearing him mercilessly with your heat- knowing that all youâre giving him is all heâd give himself if his hands were free
He sucks on your clit, tongue circling it as if he knows every way to make it twitch in his mouth, only growing more relentless with every rock of your hips
âJust like thatâ You moan out, head falling back, eyes closed in pleasure. One hand moves to tangle your fingers in his hair, rocking your hips faster and harder. He groans loudly into you, legs now bent on the bed to stop himself from snapping the handcuffs clean off his wrists and taking you just how he wants you too
You sit up for a minute to tease- immediately regretting it by the pure desperation in his eyes, the frown on his mouth and the way your juices are completely smeared across his nose, lips, jaw and chin, even dripping down to his neck
âGet the fuck back on me before I break these cuffs dollâ He warns, bulge so incredibly hard it might burst
âJust wanted to look at you covered in meâ You say cruelly, watching his mouth open and tongue dart out to lick wherever on his face he can reach âSure you donât want to switch it up?â
âNot until my shirt is covered in you.â
Youâre back on him before he can say another word and itâs not long before you feel yourself already close, clit pulsing on his nose and tongue squeezing around his tongue
âOn my shirtâ He mumbles into your heat- breathing steadily when you pull back just to cum, rocking your hips back and forth on his chest- smearing the shirt until itâs see through with your own release
Bucky watches with nothing but pure lust and worship, utterly silent as you cover him with yourself- not stopping until your thighs are shaking and your chest is heaving with overstimulation
Thereâs a wet patch in his dress pants from all the pre cum heâs leaking, and he doesnât even care at all, too busy watching you take ownership- too busy worshipping the ground you walk on as if you carved it with your bare hands
He doesnât fight the restraints anymore. Doesnât buck his hips or lick his lips like the greedy man he is. Just stares. Silent. Waiting, carving every moan and twitch into his mind- the way your hair falls over your face and your mouth opens with moans that refuse to exit
âNo.â He says immediately as he realises youâre reaching for the key to the cuffs, lifting his hip to gently tug you away from it
âNo?â
âRide me. Iâm begging youâ
Smeared with your juices. Shirt covered in your cum. Handcuffed to the headboard. Wet patch on his pants and heâs STILL asking for more?
Youâre definitely going to end up sucking his cock dry before the night is over by how fucking much heâs turning you on
âSo patheticâ You coo, already unbuckling his belt as you pull your dress off with ease
âFuckâ He draws out, eyes rolling back at the sight of you
âColour, baby?â You ask, leaning down to suck on the wet spot on his pants making him moan loudly and buck his hips
âF-fuck GREEN!â He shouts out in pleasure, panting when you pull back with a smirk âEvilâ He mutters non-heartedly as you pull his pants and boxers down in one, hands moving to unbutton his shirt but he shakes his head âWant to stay covered in youâ
You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself all over his lips and tongue, nipping at his bottom lip and pulling back only to settle on his hips
âLook at youâ He praises, forearms bulging as his hands twitch to hold you- touch you- cherish you. âShow me that pretty pussy baby. Show me everythingâ
The whine in his voice sends your clit throbbing again and you spread your vulva with your fingers- his cock already hardening and leaking angrily from his red tip. He hisses out in pleasure when you barley rub your clit along his tip- smearing it in his cum
âYou wanted this?â You ask, biting your bottom lip âYour cock sure looks like it didâ
âMe and my cock are a team here dollâ He groans out though gritted teeth âGonna- gonna-â
â-Already?â You mock, rocking slower against him âI havenât even touched youâ
From the amount of times heâs cum just from eating you out- youâre shocked he hasnât cum yet, but this? The fact that heâs reduced to a tied up mess with nothing but whimpers and eyes rolling back- you fucking love it, love the way he trusts you to take control
You slowly sink onto his cock, watching the way his chest heaves with sobs of pleasure and his throat bobs with moans caught in it. Your fingers find his chin, tilting his head forward until heâs forced to meet your own eyes
âD-Dollâ He moans, hips meeting yours âPleaseâ He begs, desperate and completely yours.
âWatch me.â You demand quietly, beginning to ride him âAnd donât you dare cum until I say soâ
Heâs reduced to a half nod as his eyes blur with pleasure, never taking them off of you
The way your hands find his chest- how your lips part with breaths that are ragged, how his cock slides in and out with every roll of your hips- he almost explodes when you begin spelling his name with the roll of your hips, eyes daring him to disobey you
âHoly fuck-â
â-Language babyâ You coo mockingly, really slowing down with the âKâ and âYâ at the end of his name
âPlease- god please-â
â-Please what?â You slow even further and he whimpers out in protest, cock twitching, hips desperate to move- cuffs dinging with protest at how hard heâs tugging on them
âPleaseâ He pants, balls so tight heâs sure heâs about to cum a whole fucking river âIâm yours. Yours.â
The words unlock something inside you, and you begin moving with purpose, with remorse
He groans with every bounce- his balls hitting your ass perfectly, clit nudging his shaft with every thrusts
His hips meeting yours with each thrust, aligning perfectly in union as you fuck eachother with purpose
âAre you ready?â You ask, nails scratching his chest as he nods dumbly, already leaking inside you
One more roll- one more lip bite, one more-
âBucky-â And you both cum, chests halting with shock at the pleasure. Cum drips down his shaft and out of you as you slowly slide down his shaft, settling
âOh my godâŠ.â He whispers, cum continuing to fill you up until you lean down to kiss his chest tenderly- almost apologetically
âThatâs it, let it all outâ You coo, not moving until his cock twitches with relief
You pull off of him slowly, sighing at the loss of him inside you, and silently stare at him- covered in you from head to abdomen
âColour?â
âGreen.â
You smile lovingly like nothing had happened, finally undoing his cuffs. He rubs his wrists first and then pulls you onto his chest, kissing you tenderly, thumb brushing your cheek
âTastes like meâ You mumble, pulling back to look into his steel blue eyes again, smiling at the colour youâre so in love with
âHope soâ He says, kissing you one last time before sitting up and pulling you up too, already making up his mind âAlright, ass up, letâs goâ He demands, the dynamic switching almost instantly now that his hands are free.
You donât even fight back when he positions you on your hands and knees infront of him, hands bracketing your hips and hips bumping yours, the hem of his dress shirt nudging your back
âAgain?â You tease- gasping when he thrusts into you mercilessly- tip nudging your spot almost immediately making your eyes roll back and mouth stutter with moans
âYes A-fucking-gainâ He hisses out, thrusting fast and hard- dog tag hitting his chest beneath his dress shirt- only slowing once he sees how youâre still twitching from your last orgasm âWhatâs a matter? Canât handle how badly I want to fuck you?â
âBucky-â
â-How I always want to fuck you?â He continues, balls slapping your ass as your head falls forward with pleasure. The way his hands are spreading your ass to watch himself pound into you from behind âHow today has only made me more relentless? How my cock is a fucking sucubuss for your pussy?â
âI thought it was your mouth-â
â-DONâT interrupt meâ He thrusts particularly hard, pulling you up until your back is to his chest and his metal hand is around your throat, not squeezing- only stroking âNot when Iâm reminding my wife how badly I need herâ
You babble out a moan as he kisses your neck. Hands moving to knead your breasts as he thrusts into you slowly, your hips rolling in time with his own. His cock fills you perfectly at this angle, too nudging your spot with every thrust, fingers brushing over your nipples making them sensitive and hard
He cums inside you again after a few more minute of thrusting and groaning into your skin, and you cum too- moaning softly and letting your head fall back to his shoulder, breaths mingling and his chest heaving against your back
He lets you collapse forward slowly, hands steadying you as he falls beside you too, kissing your forehead softly. His lips trailing along your face, hands holding you close as if apologising for how he took you. He only pulls out of you when you smile and quickly gets up to walk away.
He opens the drawer beside your bed, smiling to himself at his dress shirt heâs still wearing, slowly pulling it off and setting it aside on the floor revealing his shiny dog tag. He watches as your panties fall out of his pocket and canât help but smile to himself at how quickly they were taken off after just having given them to you
He pulls out a box and lies back beside you, handing it to you with a kiss to your knuckles, thumbs stroking your wrists so tenderly it feels feather light
âWhatâs this?â You ask, sore but satisfied, looking at your husband with a smile
âAnniversary giftâ He murmurs affectionately, completely and utterly ruined and so dangerously in love âYou okay?â He asks and you nod which makes him sigh with relief.
Opening it- your breath hitches at the diamond necklace inside, steel blue gem in the middle, delicate and immediately you know Buckyâs chosen this because he knows how much you love and adore the colour of his eyes- his Henleyâs and the handcuffs, the ocean, the sky and the colour of his suits. All blue- all things that remind you of him.
âI love youâ He murmurs, already moving to clasp the necklace around your neck. Leaning down to kiss between your breasts and then the necklace itself, pulling back to look into your eyes âHappy anniversary doll, you look so fucking breathtakingâ
âHappy anniversaryâ You smile, one hand moving to the necklace and the other over his heart.
His eyes never leave yours, and you know now that blue isnât just a rising favourite. It is your favourite of all time. Your forever feeling and favourite flavour. Because itâs all him. Steel blue- a man once who knew only cold and cruelty, now reduced to puppy dog eyes and a wife who would swim across an ocean for him
âThankyou for choosing meâ He says, holding you tighter, kissing you tenderly
âAnytime.â You whisper back against his lips, necklace brushing his dog tag âAny universe.â
Summary: Itâs not your fault he decided to regrow his stubble, leave his hair long, wear a suit and lean back in his office chair as if you werenât about to suck the Congress right out of him for being such a devoted and understanding husband. Your pregnancy hormones are OFF THE CHARTS.
Warnings: This is straight up Smut. Pregnant Reader who just WORSHIPS her husband in his office, Oral (m!receiving), Work place sex, like 1 second of Bucky being a munch (sorry), unprotected P in V.
Word Count: 4.3k
(Uhggg guys, the procrastination monster has got međ)
It had been one of those unfulfilling mornings where the Sun didnât hit quite right and the world seemed to be too loud. Traffic was too close and waking up seemed too early for Bucky to consider last night to be called âsleepâ.
Any-day he had to start without you was a day not worth starting. He hated that his job entailed him leaving your side, hated that he had to tolerate unbearable people when all he wanted was to be cuddled in bed with you- talking nonsense about what enormously dangerous animal they could win in a fight against and what coloured M&M theyâd be if they were M&Mâs.
Why do you have to look so breath taking this early in the morning? Messy hair, leg thrown lazily over his thighs, pregnant belly resting on his side and hand splayed unconsciously over his chest where his heart beats. He will never get over this view. Never understand how a man like him came so lucky to win you- to find you in such an unforgiving world.
He has more photos of you asleep then he can count- just so he can scroll through them in his office at work and send them to you, telling you how you definitely snore and how you murmer for him in your sleep and that it definitely isnât sweat on his chest in the mornings- but your drool.
You make it so hard for him to leave by the way you curl closer when he shifts to hop out of bed- the way you whine in your sleep and your brows furrow as if you know heâs gone
Itâs only 5am and the last thing he wants to do is to wake you up after a night full of a your bladder constantly needing to be relieved and the baby kicking, refusing to let you sleep. Along with your sensitive body aching in places you wouldnât have ever imagined. He was up with you through it all, feeding you chocolate custard and rubbing your back until it was bearable enough to fall asleep
But- he also canât justâŠleave you now, can he? Not when you so clearly need him as your personal pillow, not when your wedding ring shines brighter then the sun and when you mumble his name in your sleep, reaching for him even while unconscious
âI know, dollâ He whispers, nose brushing your jaw, sighing softly against your skin, eyes fluttering closed with the kiss of your warmth and comfort
His hand trails to your stomach, smiling against your cheek at the soft curve and the way it feels against the palm of his hand, the way itâs been growing for seven months now and is now really starting to outgrow both of you, something he didnât really prepare for but he welcomes with open arms.
The baby seems to recognise his voice and makes a tiny flutter against his hand, his heart races with love and excitement as it always does whenever the baby gives him the time of day.
Perhaps a âgood morning dadâ or a âfuck you for leaving meâ. Either way, heâs happy to know his touch enlightens the baby to do anything at all as long as it doesnât hurt or disturb you, because that just wonât do.
âI know, I know, daddyâs a douchebagâ He murmurs to your belly with one last kiss to your cheek before he untangles himself from your sleeping form, frown immediately forming on his face
The loss it one that hits every-time. Cold. Detached. His heart aches and his chest doesnât feel so fuzzy anymore, just his brain and his empty palms that miss touching you
He takes you in when he stands, the way you curl into his pillow, the way you smile because it smells like him- the way you unconsciously kiss it- thinking itâs still your husband
âYouâve made me the toughest soldierâ Bucky mutters to the ceiling âYou put me though Hydra, Through Congress- but this? Making me leave this?â His voice raises gently, gesturing to the bed where you lay âCruel, utterly cruelâ Are his last words as he sadly makes his way out of the room, closing the bedroom door behind him with a soft click
Some may call him dramatic, or a man gone soft, but deep down- heâs a husband and a soon to be father
Nothing will ever be harder again than leaving his family. Even just for a day at work.
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Three hours later, clutching Buckyâs pillow and noticing the blanket tucked under your belly is definitely not his abs or thighs- you realise that your husband is gone
The feeling hits you quickly as you sit up, pushing your hair from your face, rubbing your stomach as you check the time
8:35am
The picture of you and Bucky on your wedding day beside the alarm clock makes your heart flutter as you yawn and stretch, immediately needing to pee
You pull one of his shirts on and walk slowly to the bathroom, staring down at your changing body and belly now fluttering with kicks as the baby welcomes you into the new morning
âMorning Bub, I know- I know- I miss daddy tooâ you mumble tenderly as you finish up and wash your hands, staring at yourself in the mirror with a sigh- how your body feels so empty without him there to warm you
You wonder how long Bucky spent staring at you this morning before he left. He loves to do that- look when nobody else is watching, like his time is precious and sacradly his to use. Because truely- even when youâre down on yourself- he loves you like the air he breaths, youâve never doubted that- not ever.
The baby seems to agree with you as it does a particularly large kick the moment you step foot into the kitchen making you clutch the kitchen island for a moment to recover, staring down at the round bump with a huff
âGrumpy baby huh? No nice âgentle kicks and fluttersâ Baby today?â You ask as you open the fridge, smiling at the sight of a pre-plated fruit salad and some pancakes neatly wrapped and cut into semi neat shapes of hearts- with a sticky note on top saying âOnly need to be heated up, enjoy your breakfast beautifulâ with a heart at the end.
Tears fill your eyes before you can even react to the note- he always has a way of tugging at your heartstrings. Always knowing what you need before you know yourself.
You sniffle and shake your head in amusement, especially when you see that heâs already got the coffee machine pre-filled with coffee and your mug out so you donât have too reach up to grab it
The one thing he unconsciously adapted to during the pregnancy has been- well, the pregnancy.
Youâre not embarrassed to admit that you have a bit of a case of pregnancy brain- forgetting obvious things and feeling more than thinking, your body has changed sure- but your brain? The way you react? Completely different, your first thought will always be the baby and anything else really comes second to mind.
Last week you tried to shave your legs while the cover of the razor was still on. Bucky marched right in and took over while you laid in the bathtub like a pampered princess muttering âWhat did I tell you Doll? My turn to take care of you yeah? Iâm right here, use me all you need toâ
He was there to hold some of the weight of your stomach when your back ached too much some days. To be your anchor when your nipples became more sensitive and when your boobs became sore.
No complaint ever left his lips. Just praise, love and encouragement.
The moment the idea hits you is when youâre pouring milk into your coffee, about five seconds before accidentally burning yourself with your hand underneath the coffee grinder
Not only has he been your rock through your entire pregnancy- but even when he first met you. Never judgement- only love and devotion, understanding when you thought impossible and a shoulder to cry on through every event
Bucky Barnes deserves a lot more then just your crazy, hormonal sex drive where you jump his bones in the middle of the night because his sweatpants are just a little too low on his hips or his hair is just perfectly framed on his handsome face
Youâre going to show him just how much you appreciate him. How much you acknowledge all that he does and how youâll never take him for granted
And maybe itâs the hormones- or maybe itâs the fact that you ALWAYS crave him, but you just canât wait until he gets home.
You need to show him now.
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He canât believe heâs sitting in his own office looking up Valentina De-Fontaine once again. Researching her company OXE and the criminals sheâs been seen- or more so had her assistant meet up with under the record.
He feels like every turn is a dead end. Every time he thinks heâs found evidence- itâs pried from his hands like candy from a toddler.
Itâs only his first term as Congressman. Heâs gotten more comments about his past then his future from interviewers and the last thing he wants is to be stuck near the basement in a tiny office with a small window behind the only ventilation from the burning smell of coffee from the break room across from his office
He didnât exactly expect anything grand or perfect. He wasnât exactly coming into this job with expectations of a god- he knew where society put him on the ladder of status and he knew that freshman congressman had to earn their way to the top
Maybe if he wasnât so obsessed with taking down Valentina- he could focus on more important things, but the soldier inside of him screams at him to take down another enemy- even when he chose a job away from being that soldier, to be a better man and make a difference in a quieter and less brutal way.
He sighs softly as he hears footsteps on the stairs- assuming itâs another co-worker come to grind the old coffee machine- the sound of laughter and hushed arguments fill his space from his window leading outside, but all he could really hear was his own stupid brain telling him to stop procrastinating and to start working
To prove that he belongs here just like everybody else. That heâs worth more than a tiny office that used to be a storage room.
ButâŠof course, his mind drifts to the woman who happily haunts his dreams. Who is his every reason for living- his every reason for waking up in the mornings and continuing this stupid job.
The memory of this morning flashes through his mind, you laying in bed, so adorable and clingy, the way you softly snored and the way your hair looked all tangled and messy, all he can think about is how slow time seems to go when heâs desperately looking at his watch every minute wanting to rush home to you.
The footsteps approach his office and he keeps his head down, finishing the last sentence on his âDe-Fontaineâ list.
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The moment you enter his office- you hear him mumbling to himself about whatever heâs slumped over his desk glaring at
The window is open and the small blind is only half up, his desk is organised with pens, papers, his coffee cup and a picture frame which youâve seen one to many times in this office before if you on your forth date with a flower in your hair and a wine glass in your hand.
He doesnât notice you until you close the door behind yourself, leaning back against is menacingly as you lock it while looking into his eyes, a mischievous look glinting across your face
âDid you hear my prayers?â He asks, beginning to get up from his desk. You quickly step forward, coaxing back to his seat âHoney?â He blinks confused âYou okay?â He asks in concern
âGood morningâ You say as you lean down to kiss him, immediately seeking out his tongue with your own.
He softens instantly. Pulling you carefully onto his lap- metal and flesh hand rubbing your lower back to soothe any pain- to straighten out any discomfort
You pull back only to rest your forehead against his, breath mingling with his as you look into his blue eyes
âBeen missing you all dayâ He admits, kissing the corners of your mouth âDid you eat breakfast?â Thereâs a few moments that pass between his question and your growing need. You can sense the concern in his gaze as he looks at you, hands faltering slightly on your hips as he tries to pinpoint your facial expressions âSweetheart-â
You ignore his question as you hop off him slowly, using his chair arms for support as you try to lower yourself onto your knees on the cold, hard ground.
Buckyâs hands fly to catch you as if mistaking your purposeful kneeling for falling. You watch the shock and fear fall across his face as you smack his hands away- confused as to what youâre up too
âDoll, what are you doing-â
â-shut up and sit backâ You demand stubbornly, using his knees to lower yourself onto the ground between his legs again
His hands helplessly stay in the air, not wanting to push you away but also not wanting to encourage you as you unbuckle the belt to his pants with eager hands
âHoney I- this is really not- okay then- WOAH!â He lets out a muffled groan as you lean down, kissing over his bulge unfortunately trapped in his boxers âIn my office? Really?â
He looks on edge- clearly not knowing what to expect from the moment you walked in to now- trying to figure out what exactly is going on and whatâs causing it.
âWhere else?â You ask innocently, looking up at him through your lashes âIâve been craving you all day- all pregnancy- since I met youâ You mumble out as you pull his pants down. He shamefully helps you, lifting up slightly
âWait- sweetheart not hereâ He pleads softly- weakly. âEspecially not with you on your knees when youâre seven months pregnantâŠâ He cups your cheeks with his hands, pushing the hair from your face âWhere did this come from?â
âItâs always been there!â You snap, almost desperately as your fingers grip the waistband of his boxers âYouâve just been soâŠso fucking amazing this whole pregnancy and god I just- my ovaries scream every time they see youâ
âOh, okay.â
âAnd I want to- to just fucking do something okay? I just want to make you feel as good as you make me feelâ
âSweetheart, my love for you isnât conditionalâ He explains softly, eyebrows furrowing with love and confusion âYou donât have to earn it- itâs not a âI scratch your back you scratch mineââ
âBucky?â
âYeah?â
âLet me suck your cock.â
âOkay.â He doesnât disobey this time, mostly because heâs a little terrified and honestly? Who the hell would deny a blowjob from their wife âCan we at least do itâŠwhere youâre not on your knees?â He pleads softly âCome on, let me help you up and you can sit on the chairâ
Maybe itâs because your knees were already starting to throb with pain and your back isnât really into bending down anymore- but you let him help you to your feet and gently guide you to sit on his chair, smiling tenderly as you lean back into it immediately
âYou might have to lower the chair a littleâ You say making him grin with lust as he bends down- this time between your legs, purposely nudging his chin against your thigh as his hand reaches around to lower the chair âDonât even think about it. Iâm the one doing the pleasureâ You warn weakly, fingers gently gripping his hair
He huffs a laugh and stands back up, shaking his head with amusement
Your hands clutch his hips to pull him forward, his fingers moving to run though your hair, you start with kissing his lower abdomen, sighing against his skin, then slowly pulling his boxers down until they thud on the ground
âWe gotta be quick doll, I could loose my job for this if weâre caught- or you knowâŠgo to jail..â He trails off, but you can sense that heâs getting warmer and warmer to the idea and clearly doesnât actually think youâll get caught since nobody ever comes to his office anyway.
You grasp his already hardening cock into your hand, spitting on it and pumping it slowly, watching as his jaw drops a little and his eyes squint with pleasure
âBeen thinking about this all morningâ You admit, peppering teasing kisses to his tip making him bite his bottom lip in pleasure to stifle his groans
âWoke up extra needy today?â He asks, eyes never leaving yours
âAlways need youâ You admit before bobbing your head, taking as much of him in your mouth in one go as you can
Fuck foreplay. Not when youâre this desperate to taste him.
Bucky lets out a quiet groan- thighs tightening to strengthen his stance so he doesnât collapse with pleasure. His fingers gently tighten in your hair, carefully pulling it into a makeshift ponytail at the back of your head and gripping it
âTake it slow sweetheartâ He coos, groaning as your hands grip his thighs, squeezing softly as you bob your head up and down
Looking up at him- your core throbs with need and want, the way his arms look like they might pop from his suit, the way his hair falls in his face, the way his throat bobs as he swallows his pleasure- the way he looks concerned that heâs hurting you yet so incredibly wrecked at the same time
It awakes something in you- something raw and greedy, and before you can fully take him to the back of your throat- youâre shoving him further into your mouth until your nose touches his pelvis
He gasps in shock, hands tightening on your hair to stop himself from cumming on the spot- hips spluttering with overstimulation and pleasure
You moan around his cock, ignoring the tears in your eyes and the way you feel a little too full and the burning at the back of your throat- but the look on his face? Itâs all the encouragement you need to keep going
âHoly fucking shit-â He babbles out, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure when you grip his ass, forcing him to slowly thrust into your mouth- hips meeting your face with every slow thrust âOh doll- fuck sweetheart- be gentle-â
His words are cut off when your hand cups his balls and rolls them around your finger making him shiver with pleasure, a loud groan escaping his lips before he can stop it. His metal hand flies to his mouth as his eyes widen in shock- but you donât stop.
You pull back only to swipe your tongue along the underside of his shaft, eyes hooded with lust and need, too greedy to care about any consequences
âI need you to cum if you still want time to fuck meâ You warn, taking him into your mouth again, fingers stroking the parts of his shaft that you canât fit
Buckyâs metal hand slowly lowers from his mouth- instead cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing over your cheek
âYou look so fucking perfect like thisâ He praises, thrusting slowly, eyes drifting to your belly and then back up to your eyes
You moan around his cock once more and it makes him twitch in your mouth with pleasure, you see the look in his eyes and immediately grip his hips to keep him close as he cums in your mouth, his own lips parting with pleasure as his eyes roll back
He pulls back only when you do, panting softly as he immediately picks you up without a struggle, placing you on his desk gently
âWhat the hell did I do to deserve you?â He asks as he clumsily pushes up your dress, leaning in to kiss your core through your panties making you whine with need âShh doll, gotta be quiet sweetheartâ He coos, pulling back to help you pull your panties off
He leans down, kissing your bump tenderly before gripping your hips
âIâve been wet all day, needing youâ You whine, spreading your legs. Bucky immediately shifts you so youâre laying on your back to make you more comfortable, pushing anything in your path onto the ground without a care
âSweetheartâŠâ He groans at your words, leaning down to kiss you tenderly, sighing happily into the kiss before pulling back âI always need you. Always.â Your heart and core flutters as his hands find your thighs, gripping them to pull you closer towards his end of the desk âComfortable?â
âYeahâ You nod, spreading your legs further for him as he settles between them eagerly
Fuck Congress and fuck waking up at 5am to be dragged away from this- from you. This office needed a little excitement anyway- or a new memory for him in it to get him through his work days. And this? Absolutely earth shattering how good of a memory this is.
He slowly sinks into you, both of you moaning in pleasure. His head falls back when heâs fully seethed in you- but he doesnât move or thrust without your permission
Your hands move to your stomach as you take a moment to catch your breath- then you nod, which is all the encouragement he needs
âMy beautiful wifeâ He praises, hands gripping your thighs as he kisses the inside of your knee, thrusting which makes the desk creak under your weight âSo fucking gorgeous, Iâm obsessed with youâ
You moan quietly at his words, eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock hits you perfectly, the warmth of his hips never leaving yours
âBuckyâ You moan his name, hands gripping your own sensitive breasts as you feel yourself clamping already- desperate to cum, so close already from having him in your mouth before
âI know baby, I knowâ He coos, quickening his pace more, eyes never leaving yours âLet me take care of you sweetheart.â He leans down, peppering kisses along your neck, hands holding your hips to steady you âSo fucking breathtakingâ He breaths out against your skin, his cock twitching inside you as your arms wrap around his neck to hold him in place
Youâre overwhelmed, tears brimming in your eyes from hormones and his sweet words, the way he holds you like youâre his entire world, this pregnancy has only made him love you more- crave you more.
âI love you so muchâ You choke out, he pulls back to rest his forehead against yours as you cum around his cock. He kisses you as you ride out your waves of pleasure, kissing you desperately as if he has everything to prove and all the time in the world
He pulls back after a minute, looking into your eyes as he slows his thrusts, allowing you to take a breath, the feeling of him inside you still so warm and full. He hasnât cum yet- though he had to try with every last bit of his strength not to- only because he didnât want to cause you anymore discomfort by filling you up.
âI love you more then anything else on this entire earthâ He promises as he pulls out, hands cupping your swollen belly, kissing it slowly âYou and our little oneâ
âBucky..â You whisper through tears- he leans up, kissing you softly, hands framing your face as he tastes himself on your tongue.
His soft lips move to your jaw as your fingers finds his length again, stroking it until he cums on his desk between your legs, both of you panting and twitching with aftershock and contentment.
âYou okay?â He asks softly, grabbing some tissues beside you to clean you up carefully and then the desk afterwards, throwing it in his bin. He helps you sit up slowly, adjusting your panties and dress for you, kissing your temple repeatedly as your arms wrap around his waist, ear pressing agaisnt where his heart beats
âMore than okay. Iâve been wanting to do that for agesâ
âWe have sex all the timeâ He teases, but heâs not complaining at all
âYeah but itâs been a while since I appreciated you like thatâ You admit as he pulls back only to pull his boxers and pants back on, buckling his belt with a soft smile, eyes crinkling at the corners
âYou know what I think doll?â He asks, helping you stand only to pull you into his lap as he sits on his chair, hands moving to your belly while you lean back against his chest âI think you, this baby, Me, and both of our hormones are off the chartsâ
You laugh softly, turning your head into his neck to kiss his cheek as he strokes your belly lovingly
âItâs hard to be grounded when you always look so fucking edibleâ You flirt, nipping playfully at his jaw making him grin, his stubble scratching your lips âAnd treat me so goodâ
âOff the charts babyâ He repeats âMy devotion- obsession for you is off the god damn charts.â
Maybe your husband has a small, run down, shitty office. Maybe the two of you are so dependent on each-other that it feels like the world is ending when youâre apart, but this? This love that echos in the silence and only thrives each time you reunite even if itâs after a day at work,
This is endless. This is what heâs always dreamed of.
Summary: Mission? Check. Angst that could fog up a room? Check. Having to go undercover as a married couple? Check. Dignity and self control? WellâŠ.TBD
Warnings: Protective Bucky!!!, Enemies to Lovers, Mentions of reader being drugged (Bucky takes care of you), Mentions of drug smuggling and money laundering, Smut including- P in V, Tiny mention of oral, Lap dance, Dry humping, Riding, Protective sex, Angst and Reader having a fear of having something real
For months, you and the rest of the team have been tracking down a highly dangerous criminal named Trevor West, Marking his every move and transaction- who he interacts with, who he buys from and who he sells to.
Heâs a horrible man with an even more daunting background. You had all heard from multiple sources just how serious his crimes were- how he was not only effecting multiple companies and charities and bankrupting them- but he was also targeting stand alone shop owners and leaving them with their foots far out their own door.
Tony and Steve came up with a finalised mission for how to get some more dirt on him- unfortunately they needed somebody to go undercover and act as a worker or a potential buyer from Trevor
So they had made the plan, found out his what he owned- what buildings were his and where he was staying. One in particular that caught all of your eyes was the hotel he recently begun to ow that is currently the place heâs staying at. Itâs finally time to move forward with the long awaiting mission and meet him face to face, which is why youâre here, staring at yourself in the mirror with a huff. Wishing you really could be anywhere else doing anything else
Tony had FRIDAY do some digging around and now you and Bucky are the star guests at the hotel, situated in the most expensive sweet and also invited Trevor Wests party inside his grand hotelâs club- yes, thatâs correct. Unfortunately You and Bucky were the chosen ones for this mission.
Youâd assumed it would be to gather intel and use Bucky as some sort of sore point (by making Trevor physically sore) but then you were both hit with fake names and a marriage neither of you ever asked for. A ring the size of a rock and a whole fake persona which you know little to nothing about.
Your heels click loudly on the glass stairs, Hair pinned back tighter then your will to live and lipstick staining your lips to look redder than a helicopters landing strip. You suppose you could kill Natasha for the ridiculous black skirt riding up your ass and matching black blouse with one too many buttons undone that makes you look 'both whoreish and like a bitch who knows her shit' (according to Nat), but then again-
This wasnât Natashaâs idea, it was Tonyâs.
Who other then Tony Stark to set you up on a mission with not only the most unromantic person on the Avengers team (if not the whole world) but also the most unwilling to follow orders and stick to a plan. James Buchanan Barnes.
Being under cover is one thing, but pretending to be married with a hidden mic in both yours and Buckyâs ears which Steve would be comming through is a whole other ordeal. Not only do you both have to make it look real- but you have to do it in tight clothes and gelled hair and shoes that make your feet feel like if you fall the wrong way youâll snap your ankles in half
Truthfully, you do look pretty decent compared to your usual tactical gear and blood smeared knives, you had to admit that it was a nice change of scenery- or- nice change of not being able to breathe- just swapping it for a different option of clothing and the not being able to breath due to a different clothing reason.
Bucky stands at the bottom of the stairs with a black suit and white dress shirt beneath it. Eyeâs trained on you, jaw clenched and watch ticking on his wrist as if he had anywhere other then here heâd rather be.
Perhaps 107 year old glaring men with shoulder length hair and muscles unwilling to budge do look good in tight suits- or perhaps itâs just the super soldier infront of you who definitely does not wear suits and definitely wants to go back to brooding in the gym so he can complain about how immature the world has become.
If you hadnât have noticed your target on Buckyâs left side- you wouldâve made a snarky comment that wouldâve only pissed him off more, but because you did notice Trevor West and his creepy smirk with his arms wrapped lazily around two women who from his file are definitely his assistants (the two of them looking like theyâre high on something other then life) and not caring at all that Trevor is married with his wedding ring still on- the comments towards Bucky stay between you, yourself and the pit inside your brain where Bucky Barnes unfortunately occupies space.
The only strength inside you enough to agree to this mission and fake persona was because all the team needed essentially was a distraction. It would make more sense and be safer if there was two people distracting instead of just one, and would also make it easier to keep yourselves undercover if you have each-others backs.
Bucky unclenches his jaw, lips curling into a fake grin, stepping closer towards you so that he can place his metal hand on your lower back and guide you down the last step to press an unnecessary lingering kiss to your temple, finger tips brushing over your hip with a hesitance and respect youâre not used to feeling around him since he stays away from you with a ten foot pole happily in between and an âat warâ flag constantly waving
"You look beautiful, doll" He says in a low yet silky voice, looking down at you and your uncomfortable posture. One finger warningly presses into your spine and you immediately relax and place your hand on his chest, fingers curling and knuckles brushing where his heart would lie beneath your palm. He gives you his secret âstop acting like a statueâ look and you give him back a âthen why the hell do you feel like one?â look
"You do look indeed, beautiful" Trevor smirks at you, hair slicked back with what you could only assume is hair gel and pants so tight you can see far too much for your liking. He turns his back to you and Bucky to head to the club connected to the hotel, strutting off with both girls on his arms who cling to him like koalas to a tree.
You quickly walk away from Bucky, dramatically shaking off his touch which makes him scoff and walk purposefully faster behind you, your heels clicking against the marble ground and hands self consciously smoothing down your skirt
âDidnât know you could wear a skirt- didnât even know you knew what they were.â He mumbles under his breath making you roll your eyes and not so accidentally shove your elbow into his chest as he steps a little to close "Oh yeah, very attractive when you roll your eyes, and an elbow shove? So mature" He murmurs into your ear sarcastically
"Shutup James- you say I donât wear skirts but all you wear are vests and gym clothes- hypocrite" You snap back quietly as you both approach the doors that Trevor just entered through, hearing Bucky huff under his breath. Security guards are situated at both doors wearing small ear pieces as they eye you suspiciously. The smell of alcohol, sweat and cigarettes fills your nostrils and you canât help but freeze at the entrance, heart pounding and feet unmoving with nerves
Thank god the club is connected to the hotel- you donât know if youâre able to handle travelling and pretending to actually tolerate Bucky. Itâs only been three minutes and youâre already ready to quit.
Your cover story was perfect- married couple who are rich and on vacation seeking some fun and drugs. Since itâs Trevorâs hotel and Tony poked and prodded to make it feel like you and Bucky are some big leagues in his circle of friends and own companies and buildings of your own- The trap is set at Trevorâs feet and hopefully tonight heâll be walking straight into it.
As you follow behind Trevor and into the club- you forget for a moment how to breathe. Missions are usually your forte- but this mission feels confrontational somehow, and the crowd of people inside, dancing and touching and drinking- sends your stomach into a pit of lava and your feet into frozen ice blocks unable to move
You hear Bucky clear his throat behind you and immediately snap back into reality, remembering that youâre on a crucial mission and Bucky definitely does not need to see you on the verge of a panic attack.
So you walk quickly, catching up with Trevor whoâs walking towards the VIP area in the nightclub and gesturing you and Bucky over eagerly, hands finding his knees
You pause for a moment when Bucky carefully pushes infront of you and sits on the couch closest to Trevor, nodding for you to sit next to him which is furtherest away.
Both of Trevorâs girls sit on either side of his lap, far too gone on his money and credit to care about the fact that heâs a horrible man who launders and steals money from charities and smuggles drugs to cartels.
âWhy donât you two go make our customers happy?â Trevor mumbles to the girls who simply smile and walk away like their lives depend on it. Unfortunately that leaves you, Bucky and Trevor- immediately his eyes shift to the both of you, interest peeked
"So, How long have you two been married?"
He asks with a grin as he gestures for a waiter to come over with the tray full of shots. Trevor grabs three shots, handing two to Bucky and one for himself. Bucky hesitantly hands you your drink and you shift uncomfortably as the skirt rides up your thighs far too high to be considered comfortable
"Two years" You hear Steve say clearly through the ear coms and both you and Bucky share a quick knowing look, you huff under your breath as you grip your shot tighter
"Two amazing yearsâ You reply, faking a smile to Trevor who immediately grins back at you like you two have some sort of secret connection you were totally unaware of.
Bucky shifts closer to you and places a possessive hand on your knee sending an unintelligible spark through your body and straight to your stupid confused heart
"Two years? gee that's a long time..." Trevor chuckles, biting his bottom lip and leaning back in his chair, eyes now lingering on Buckyâs hand and your short of breath.
You uncomfortably sip from your drink and Bucky does the same. His hand slowly starting to feel less comforting and more like a statement of âIâm just as uncomfortable you are "Got any kids?" Trevor blurts out making you and Bucky spit out your drinks in union. Trevor laughs loudly, catching the attention of nearby women in dresses and men with rolled up dress shirts
"Oh god no-â You manage to mumble out between coughs âUhh I uhh-what I mean is that we uhhâŠwe don't, and I don't think we will for a long time" You fake a smile but it comes out as a grimace and Bucky quickly nods in agreement, eyes wide and jaw clenched
"Interesting" Trevor eyes you both, hands moving up his thighs, then he tilts his head and grins "Dance?"
"I don't think-" You begin but Steve cutâs you off through the ear piece and you already know what heâs going to say
"Remember the mission guys. I need time" He mumbles apologetically and you internally sigh, closing your eyes for a minute to gather your patience while Bucky squints his eyes in frustration and scrunched his nose "-I don't think you'll be able to dance better then me!" You cheer out as you stand up far too quickly causing a head spin, reaching for Bucky's metal hand on instinct. He stands up in irritated concern and places his hands on your hips to steady you
Trevor cheers unknowingly and throws his hands up like heâs having the time of his life, assuming you and Bucky are getting up to dance together
Now that you realise the awkward implication it looks like- Bucky groans under his breath and gives you an frustrated look that is hidden from everyone elseâs eye line
"I can't dance" He murmurs under his breath in bitterness making you almost laugh at the genuine fear in his eyes until you realise that you have no idea how to dance either
Before either of you can process whatâs happening or protest to the horrible idea-Trevorâs already standing up and charging through the crowd, heading straight towards the DJ making both you and Bucky stiffen in genuine fear and embarrassment, going limp beside each-other
âFuckâ You say, heart pounding, hands sweating with nerves and embarrassment.
âYeah, fuckâ Bucky repeats, hands releasing from you to place on his hips
âThis is good guys, just remember, youâre only there for a missionâ Steve says through the headset and you and Bucky both sigh and glare daggers at Trevor and then eachother
Trevor looks back at you two expectantly and Bucky rolls his eyes and groans under his breath before grabbing your hand, leading you to the dance floor with incoordination in his step. His brows knit together as he looks at you as if expecting you to know what to do
âWhat?â
âWell, do itâ
âDo what?â
âI donât know, whatever dancing in the twenty first century looks likeâ He shrugs helplessly and for a moment you almost smile at the sight of the super soldier not knowing how to initiate a dance
âYouâre useless, Barnesâ You tease, wrapping your arms awkwardly around his neck and snarling your nose in awkwardness
âItâs not exactly the 30âs anymoreâ He mumbles into your ear as his hesitantly places his hands on your hips, not quite touching but just resting there, fingers tips brushing over your hips
âI bet you danced with all the girlsâ You mumble thoughtlessly âBet you had a reputation for tap dancing to jazz and smoking cigarsâ
âCan confirmâ Steve says through the ear piece making you chuckle softly and Bucky roll his eyes and mumble âpunkâ under his breath
The music cuts off and you silently beg that it means the nightclub somehow lost power or has magically chosen to shut for the night. Instead, lights darken and colourful spotlights replace the them
'Gimme more' by Britney Spears begins to play instead of your wishes and dreams- and both you and Bucky pull away at the same time, faces flushing red under the colourful lights
"No. No way.â Bucky argues immediately. Trevor struts up to you both with a grin, eyeing you as if he knows heâs got you cornered
"Show us what you've got" Trevor Tauntingly calls out over the loud music. Your heart races and your stomach sinks and all you can think about if how much you want to be swallowed into a sinkhole. Bucky tries his hardest to hold back a smirk at at your humiliation but fails miserably (on purpose or by accident, youâre not sure)
"Pardon?" You call back out, feet feeling all too jelly-like. Youâre an avenger trained to kill and disarm bombs in seconds, notâŠthis.
"Your file said you used to be a stripper and this was your go to song!â Trevor calls out again. Bucky doesnât hold in his chuckle this time and you glare at him, shoving him where Trevor canât see
"It was Tonyâ Steve says through the ear piece defensively, you can almost hear him wincing as if heâs about to be scolded âBut- unfortunately it was a good idea, you have to have dirt on your hands or he wouldn't trust you"
âCouldnât have picked drug smuggling or literally anything else?â You mutter quietly into the ear piece earning a grin from Bucky and an apologetic sigh from Steve
âSorry, Tonyâs ideaâ
"I'm a bit rusty" You mumble to Trevor, faking confidence as you place your hands on your hips. Trevor leads you and Bucky back to the VIP area, sitting down far too comfortably and patting the spot next to him for Bucky to take
Bucky takes a moment to gather his patience and strength before gruffly sitting down, eyes trained on you, arms crossed awkwardly over his chest
Trevor rubs his hands together excitedly, spreading his legs and drumming his fingers on his thighs. Bucky looks about two seconds away from committing homocide or walking out of this nightclub with gasoline and a lighter in tow.
Neither of which youâd mind
âSteve I canât do thisâ You whisper into the ear piece with embarrassment and humiliation âHeâs way too eager, is he expecting me to give him a lap dance!?â Your voice rises slightly and Trevor nearly catches on, Bucky listens to your words and takes notice of your uncomfortable posture and the fact that you genuinely have no idea what to do or how the hell to initiate some sort of âstripperâ dance
"Do it for New Yorkâ Steve says back and Bucky sighs and sits forward. Carefully taking your hands in his and guiding you closer, eyes never leaving yours
"I'm going to kill Tony" You whisper to Bucky who nods once in agreement
âWeâll pick the weapon after the missionâ
âMaybe Steve too.â
âAlready got his casket picked out.â
Buckyâs hands are on your hips before you take notice of what heâs doing- a gasp leaves your mouth as he tugs you closer and nods towards the girls on the dance floor who are grinding and swaying their hips as if itâs the most natural thing to them in the world
âI canât.â You hiss through your teeth. Trevor begins to get impatient and groans loudly enough for you to hear, clearly trying to push you to dance
âYou canâ Bucky mumbles back, then fakes a grin at Trevor and focuses back on you âEyes on me, justâŠbreathe, okay?â He murmers reassuringly- eyebrows knitting together and nodding once in reassurance
Taking a deep breath, you let Bucky slowly roll your hips with his hands. Fingers digging gently into your flesh as he guides you how to move
Trevor gets more comfortable and leans back more into the couch, hands perched on his thighs and eyes unblinking- Bucky quickly catches your attention again with a gentle pat on your hip to remind you who to keep looking at
A waiter passes by and you take two shots, downing them both without a thought, ignoring Buckyâs hands warningly squeezing your hips and Trevor chuckling creepily under his breath
âââââ The Next Morning
The next morning is nothing but a pounding headache, and a foreign memory of the night before.
Sitting up slowly despite wanting to go back to sleep, you notice aspirin and water on your bed side table and immediately take it within one swallow.
Your pillow barricade in the middle of the bed is still very much there but Bucky isnât, and neither are his belongings.
You look down and notice youâre wearing Bucky's shirt making your heart flutter and stomach drop at the same time. Sitting up far too quickly- you sigh in relief when you donât see his or your own clothes scattered around as if you two had done more then just the mission
The hotel door swings open and Bucky steps inside, eyes landing on you as he places some clean clothes on the edge of your bed and some breakfast, throat bobbing nervously and hands moving to rest in his pockets
"What happened last night?" You ask with a groan. Rubbing your forehead making Bucky frown
"You don't remember?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows in concern
"No....did I say or do something?"
For a moment Bucky freezes. Jaw clenching and mouth parting as if heâs about to reveal some horrible secret or confession- but then he snaps it shut and shrugs as if he has no idea what youâre talking about
"No.â He says, almost too quickly âNothing happenedâ He nods towards the clean clothes âGet dressed, Trevor wants to meet us down in ten. Steve said we donât need the ear pieces since heâs got all the evidence from breaking into Trevorâs room last night- we just need to buy time for the cops to arrive.â
âââââ The Night Before
Buckyâs hands were steadily on your hips as you ground against him, your lips trailing from his ear lobe to his chin, leaving your lipstick to mark his stubble and jaw. Not once did he initiate this- he assumes that either youâre the lightest light weight to ever exist or somebody mustâve spiked your drink.
One minute he was guiding you through Britney Spears and determined to get your mind off of Trevor West- the next youâre downing shots and proving to him that youâve got everything to prove.
Trevor eventually grew bored of watching somebody else other then him get action and left to be felt up by other women- Bucky made sure Trevor didnât leave the club- about to get up to follow after him until you were gripping his chin with warning
His eyes fluttered shut as your lips paused for half a breath by the corner of his mouth, but he was quick to pull away and grip your hips to stop your movements
âHeâs gone, you can stop now-â
â-Donât want toâ You huff out, stubbornly trying to move your hips again despite Buckyâs firm but gently grip
âDollâŠâ
âI love the feeling of your stubble against my lipsâ You murmur sweetly making his heart skip a beat, you nose his jaw, eyes closed as you straddle his lap more
âCome on doll, no moreâ He pats your lower back gently and removes his hands hesitantly from you making you whine
God how he wished that sound hadnât have made his cock twitch in his suit pants
He wished he hadnât have squeezed his eyes shut and clentched his fists as if fighting the urge to grind you fully against him- because you saw, and of course it egged you on
âOh you like that huh?â You grin at him, hands moving to his shoulders to steady yourself, eyes buzzing with excitement âLike when I make noises- oh hi there!â You drunkingly murmur to the bulge in his pants and he finally shakes off his own sober high and reminds himself fully that now is enough, He quickly turns off both of your ear pieces before Steve can hear much more
"Alright thatâs it, come on, time to head back to the hotel-" He tries to stand up but you shove him back down, looking at him with your glassy eyes and pleading pout with your red stained lips and pretty little fluttering eyes
"Kiss me James" You beg and he shakes my head at you firmly- this is so far strayed from the mission that heâs not even sure if it is the mission anymore- or where Trevor is- or if the mission had been completed
"Absolutely not doll, Youâre drunk, come on letâs just-â
"-I am not- come on James! kiss me" You demand, hands cupping his face and an adorable frown falling upon your lips as you squish his cheeks together making him let out a struggled sigh
"I'm not kissing you in this state of mind doll" He whispers and you give him a playful smirk
"What about when I'm not in this state of mind?â
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, tomorrow when I'm sober, kiss me"
"What if you don't remember?" Bucky gushed, knowing he shouldnât play into your words but feeling as if itâs his own stupid hearts fault for the way you make it feel
"Do it anyway" You say and he sighs, standing up with you thrown carefully over his shoulder making you giggle and him playfully roll his eyes
"Where are we going, husband?" You slur as you pat his ass and he canât help but boyishly grin. Fuck Trevor, fuck the mission. Your safety and the fact that youâve been drugged comes before anything else
"To bed, wife.â
-
You walk down the hall to see Trevor and Bucky talking. Trevor seems to be all too comfortable where as Bucky has his arms crossed defensively over his chest and jaw clenched so hard youâre afraid itâll break
You walk up to Bucky and he glances down at you, eyes slightly softening
"You look ravishing" Trevor winks at you, a queasy feeling ringing within your guts at the sight "Sure you don't wanna share some of that?" He asks Bucky who's nostrils flare, eyebrows furrow in offence and disgust and fists clench beneath his gloves with rage âItâs a tradition in my kind of community- of course donât tell my wife that or Iâll be in the dog house-â
â-Excuse me? Zero chance buddy. Weâre monogamousâ Bucky snaps so dangerously serious you could swear a vein might have popped.
"Last night I didn't see that much chemistryâ Trevor mumbled almost in suspicion âThen Britney came on andâŠthe honeymoon phase came rushing back.â He rolls his eyes âYou could have earned a lot of money if you stayed being a stripper" Trevor grins at you and Bucky sees only red and a sign on Trevorâs head reading âterminateâ âI mean the way moved your hips was so-"
"This is my wife youâre talking to, âbuddyâ- donât you ever speak about her like that again-â
"-nonsense" You cut Bucky off, faking a smile at him "Heâs just being friendly" You nudge your elbow warningly into his side
"I was just complimenting your wife" Trevor chuckles nervously, twisting the watch on his wrist with confusion, despite being such a âdangerousâ man, heâs sure a vulgar coward.
"Just keep it to yourself then" Bucky says through gritted teeth, hand instinctively drifting to your lower back
âWhy does it matter? You were her pimp werenât you?â Trevor asks defensively, furrowing his eyebrows at you and Bucky
Your heart races with fear of your entire
mission being blown. All that you did last night (and canât remember doing) wouldâve all been for nothing, all the months of tracking him down and stalking him and then having to go undercover as Buckyâs wife- it canât end like this.
"Bucky" You whisper, hand moving to his chest as you turn to face him. He looks down at you, blue eyes searching yours and you notice the faint marks of your lipstick on his jaw- what the hell happened last night? "Kiss me" You whisper making Bucky give you a âhave you lost your damn mindâ Look. you nod towards Trevor whoâs eyeing you both suspiciously and he lets out a small huff of defeat
His hands find your waist and one slides up to the back of your head. He leans in, nose brushing against yours for a moment
âReady?â He whispers and the look in your eyes confirms everything he needs to know. He leans in, kissing you softly, lips moving with yours. Trevor and the mission fades to the back of your mind as you slowly deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and stepping even closer
His arms wrap fully around your waist making you let out a small moan against his lips as his tongue slowly makes its way-
Somebody clears their throat and you pull back in shock- seeing Steve standing there with a flustered grin and pink ears, cops putting handcuffs on Trevor and walking him away as he yells about how âCaptian America is a stupid and unconventional nameâ
"Barnes...other Barnes" Steve smirks at the two of you "Missionâs all done, good job" He nods, giving Bucky an âI told you soâ look before walking away
You awkwardly pull away from Bucky who is still breathing raggedly, eyes never leaving yours- cheeks faintly red and eyebrows slightly furrowed with aftershock and the daze of the kiss
âSo uhhâŠ.I donât-â He cuts you off by kissing you again- this time with a raw hunger thatâs impossible to miscommunicate, his hands move to your lower back- your thighs- fingers digging into flesh and palms skimming every inch he touches like he canât get enough
You pull back to look into his eyes and his steel blue eyes meet yours- nose nudging yours almost tenderly, breath wrecked and nostrils flaring
âAll that attitudeâ He murmurs in his low voice âAll of that just to lead to thisâ
âYou started itâ
âYeah?â He nips at your neck and you let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure, almost whimpering in his ear âNow Iâm gonna end it.â
You gasp as he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder without any struggle and marching right back up the glass stairs and towards your shared hotel room
You do still have it booked for another two hours.
He pushes the door open after a quick swipe of his keycard, he closes the door behind him with his foot, walking eagerly towards the bed
âBut what about the mission-â
â-is that what youâre thinking about right now doll?â He asks in amusement as he drops you onto the bed carefully âBecause right now- all I can think about is how good you tasteâ He kisses you slowly, metal hand tenderly cupping your cheek through his glove. You kiss him back, pulling the glove off of his metal hand, he pulls back to give you a vulnerable look, not believing how understanding youâre being with him âAnd if just kissing you tastes this goodâŠI wonder what it would be like to taste another part of youâ He whispers before shrugging his suit jacket off.
You clumsily sit up, too dizzy from all the kissing and touching and words and slight hangover, but it doesnât stop you from unzipping his suit pants. He looks down at you tenderly, pulling off his other glove before gently tangling his fingers in your hair as you undo his belt and pull his pants down, almost drooling at the sight of his thighs as his pants fall to his ankles and eventually are kicked somewhere in the room
You look up at him through your eyelashes as you unbutton his dress shirt and he lets out a strangled groan- abs contracting with his hitched breath
âFor so long Iâve wanted thisâ He murmurs almost quietly âFor so long youâve driven me to the blink of sanity and tested every drop of patience I have leftâ
âAnd you still want me?â You ask as you undo the last button and push the dress shirt of his shoulders, panties dripping wet as he shrugs it off- eyes never leaving yours
âEvery damn second.â
Your lips connect with his chest, hands greedily tugging and gripping his boxers as you nip at his hip and he lets out a rugged breath- instinctively grinding his hips forward
âI need to taste you dollâ He pleads because as much as he LOVES this. He wants to know- wants to taste every inch of your body, learn every scar and curve. He wants to worship you until youâre nothing but his- nothing but loved.
Before you can protest and pull his boxers down and take him in your mouth like your original plan was- he gently pushes you to lie down on the bed before bringing your legs up to his chest, spreading them carefully as his hands caress the undersides of your breasts
âSee this?â He nods towards your blouse. You have about two and half seconds to nod before heâs ripping it off you faster than the blink of an eye. Buttons fly across the room, nipples quickly harden beneath your lace bra âNever liked that blouseâ
âMe neitherâ You whimper weakly as he begins kissing along your ankle- eyes closed in pleasure- his metal hand gently traces up and down your other leg, fingers massaging the skin as if he has nowhere else heâd rather be- as if heâs eager to take his time learning you
He kisses up your calf, eyes never leaving yours, you watch the bulge in his boxers grow to the point where youâre sure heâs about to bust from them and watch as he glances down at your skirt with a hungry expression
âAnd this?â He murmurs, letting your legs drop to his shoulders as he tears it in half without hesitation, not a huff of challenge at the materiel ripping- just pure admiration and determination âHated that too.â
He lets your legs drop back down onto the bed as he leans down to kiss your stomach tenderly, hands moving to your bra to unclasp it with ease- no pausing to rethink or plan- just pure want and need
Your fingers soothe where metal meets flesh on his left shoulder, You feel him tense under your touch- breath shuddering for a moment and you fear youâve ruined everything until he leans on his elbow and hesitantly offers you a closer look, metal fist clenching into his palm
You sit up slowly and kiss the scars immediately, his breathing slows but you donât stop- not until every scar is kissed and smeared red with your lipstick, not until the tension leaves his shoulders and he looks at you with tenderness instead of shame
Nudging your nose against his, he kisses you gently, both hands cupping the back of your head as he slowly pulls your hair from its original style, letting it fall onto your shoulders
He lies you down again, looking into your eyes as he kisses both corners of your mouth and then down your chest, taking his time to kiss your nipples, admiring how you arch your back and your toes curl with pleasure
âJames-â
â-yeah?â He murmurs, kissing down your stomach and over the wet spot on your panties making you wither beneath his touch- fingers moving to grip his hair
âN-no up hereâ You plead weakly, squeezing your thighs shut around his ears making him look up at you, hopelessly blissful âI need you too bad right now I- we have so much time to do all that stuff laterâ
âYes Maâamâ He says immediately, his expression softens at your explanation and he stands up to pull off your panties and push off his boxers, kissing your knee as he walks over to his wallet
You instinctively begin to rub your clit as you watch him roll his condom on his hard cock- the tip red and leaking with pre cum as he pushes his hair behind his ear and walks back up to you, crawling on top of you and kissing you gently, coaxing you to relax for him
You moan into the kiss when he teasingly rubs his cock head against your entrance, gasping as you pull back to frown at him
âYou told me-â He teasingly nudges his tip just inside before pulling out â-Last night when you were straddling my lap. You told me to kiss youâ
A shocked moan leaves your lips as he pushes inside you- eyes never leaving yours as a shuttering groan escapes his lips
âI-I did?â
âYeahâ he breaths out, slowly thrusting again âTold me you loved the feeling of my stubble against your lipsâ
âI do.â You confirm, hands gripping his shoulders as you look into his eyes- his hips meeting yours as he begins to thrust harder
âAll along weâve been fighting.â He mutters, kissing your jaw as you moan into his ear âBut the whole fucking time I just wanted youâ
âYou did?â You ask, eyes closing in pleasure as you rock your hips forward every time his cock thrusts out of you- desperate to have him inside you again
âWanted you so bad doll- you have no idea.â
âBucky!â You moan and he groans, rolling onto his back to pull you on top of him.
Immediately taking control- you begin to ride him, flesh and metal hand gripping your hips as he guides you, chest heaving with sweat and heavy moans
âThatâs it doll, thatâs my nameâ He curses under his breath âNot James, Bucky.â
âOh godâ You moan- eyes rolling back as he thrusts into you faster from below âI-Iâm gonna-â
â-Cum with meâ
You both cum at the same time- moans and the creaking of the bed filling the room- you donât even care if anyone else can hear at all or is Steveâs wondering where you and Bucky disappeared off to
Bucky doesnât dare look away as he watches you orgasm- leaning up to lick the corner of your mouth before kissing you desperately- your fingers tangling in his hair
âI-I canât-â
â-I knowâ He breaths out âDonât speak doll, just feel.â
And you do. You feel- way too much for your liking, all you can think about is the overwhelming love as you look into his soft eyes that used to feel like judgement and resentment that now only feel like home and vulnerability
He breaths you in, slowly pulling out of you- kissing you tenderly as you hiss against his mouth with every inch that leaves you
He lies you beside him on the bed, brushing your hair from your face, He looks into your eyes with a complex look that tells you everything you need to know
This is far more then just sex to him
âWe should get dressedâ You whisper, slowly sitting up, taking a moment to gather your stregeth and bottle your feelings
âWhatever you want dollâ He murmurs, flesh hand gently rubbing circles into your lower back, You donât notice the hurt or pain in his eyes, or the fact that maybe he finally found something he wants to deserve- that instead of pushing you away and icing you out due to his own past and trauma- youâre doing it for him.
-
Thereâs a silence that fills the Avengers tower when you and Bucky finally arrive back.
You head straight for the mission debrief- the last thing you want to do is be bombarded by the others about the mission and whatever else Steve mightâve told them
Buckyâs already in the confrence room, sitting at the very end of the table. You havenât seen him since this morning when you had sex- you even went as far as to take a different car all the way back to New York
Heâs silent and keeps his eyes on the table, your heart aches in more ways you can imagine, this wasnât supposed to be Bucky- youâre used to the sarcastic grump who rolls his eyes within a ten foot radius of you- not thisâŠ.sadâŠnothing-to-say man who looks like somebody constantly told him he has a bad haircut
âGood mission I heardâ Tony says as he struts in after you. You sit at the front of the table, furtherest from Bucky âNow we have our go to husband and wife duoâ
The rest of the mission debrief is uncomfortable. Bucky doesnât say a word about you being drugged and neither do you. Luckily Tony talks more then he doesnât so you and Bucky can sulk in silence, and when itâs finally over- youâre rushing out with desperation to be anywhere but here- trying to make it back to your room before you have to pass Bucky as he walks past your door to head back to his own complex inside the tower
âWait.â You hear behind you as you shove your key inside your door, clenching your jaw as you hear his footsteps behind you- feel him a breath away âYou can ignore me all you want and pretend it didnât happen even though you were thereâ He murmurs quietly âBut when youâre ready to stop fearing everything we could be- could haveâŠ.my doors always unlockedâ He says before walking away, tension in his back and his head hung low
Your heart sinks and your hand grips the door handle tighter, feet fighting the urge to not run after him. You hadnât expected that- hadnât expected him to admit to wanting more then what you both gave
Instead you swallow your pride and step inside your room- letting out a shaky breath as you throw your bag on your bed and slump towards your vanity. Chest heaving with guilt
You turn on your TV with a huff, packing your things back into their drawers and throwing clothes into your laundry basket
But still- of course, all you can think about is Bucky. All youâll probably ever think about is him and how badly you possibly wrecked whatever it is you two couldâve had.
You didnât think he was the type of man to yearn or love again after his past- and youâd never blame him for it. But for him to be so open and genuine with you- maybe heâs finally allowing his walls to crack for you- only for you to tell him to get dressed and left him in silence.
You donât last very long pitying yourself inside your room. three hours at the most before youâre making your way not so discreetly towards his room
Steve passes by you and gives you a secret grin, he doesnât ask where you and Bucky went this morning- and he doesnât ask about the kiss either
âWipe that look off your face Rogers- you know nothingâ You warn unseriously
âOr maybe I know everythingâ He teases back as he rounds the corner- then stops and turns back around âBy the way heâs in the gym- uhhâŠnot that youâre looking for anyone specificâ He mutters before walking away quickly
You pause with your hand on the wall just a few metres from Buckyâs door- then groan and rush to the stairs- not wanting to have to deal with the people on the elevator that will inevitably be there.
The gym is a few floors down- by the time you get there youâre worried youâll have missed him, but there he is, covered in sweat and concentration, gym shorts- bare feet- a towel beside a water bottle and damp black t-shirt soaking through his back
Your thighs press together before your lips do- and you blurt out
âHoly shitâ
He whips around fast- looking into your eyes before carefully dropping the weight from his flesh and metal hand- all you can remember is how they felt on you, how-
âDid Steve tell you I was here?â
âYes, but it also wouldnât be hard to assume since youâre always hereâ You admit as you walk up to him, your hands behind your back
Bucky leans down and grabs his water bottle- but before he can sip it youâre grabbing him by his metal hand and pulling him closer, kissing him apologetically- arms wrapping around his neck
He kisses you back as if heâs been starving- relieved to finally be kissing you again and angry that he ever had to feel as if you were being torn from him in the first place
âWhat is that? What does this mean?â He asks as he pulls back with a ragged breath- nostrils flaring, sweat dripping down his forehead âBecause Iâm not letting you go now.â
âIt means Iâm sorry andâŠ.Iâm not gonna fight this anymore okay? IâŠno more runningâ You shake your head with determination and he looks into your eyes, swallowing before kissing you again- gentle and slow âWhich means you- you canât run either okay, no being âangsty Buckyâ with a staring problem who pretends he hates me when he doesnâtâ You plead and he chuckles into the kiss before deepening it.
You pull back and grab him gently by his chin to make him stop kissing you, looking into his eyes with seriousness, your own eyes unexpectedly filling with something tender and raw
âWhatâs wrong?â He whispers tenderly
âI need your words. Okay?â You whisper, forehead falling onto his. His hands grip your lower back and he nods, kissing the corner of your mouth, Because finally- after all the angst and the frustration and the teasing and arguing- youâre finally becoming all heâs ever wanted you to be. His.
Summary: Your birthday is a monumental occasion, something Bucky HAS to make life changing, with plans of a proposal (and somehow the ring going missing) he makes your birthday unforgettable
Warnings: FLUFF!!! Mentions of Smut, Bonky Bones is head over heels, SAMđ€, All about readers Birthday. Kind of a count down to the day, proposal plans going wrong
Word Count: 3.8k
(Happy Birthday to me! (Yes I wrote Bucky Barnes fanfiction for my own birthday donât judge me) but also for all you beautiful people)
Drool mark on his pillow, boxers tight with evidence of morning wood, your arm slung around his waist as if it belonged there and stupid alarm clock beeping on the nightstand waking him from his peace
Bucky grunted non-commitedly as he reached blindly for the alarm- missing various amount of times before managing to find it and turn it off
Only when he felt your fingers brush over his nipple did he fight back a smile and place his metal hand over your own
âI feelâŠ.a ton of squishy bricks beside meâ You tease- palm trailing his bare chest with fake curiously âOh? Is that hair I feel-â
Youâre laughing when he rolls around and pins you beneath him, his knees spreading your thighs and his fake serious blue eyes meeting yours
âHa ha. So funny. Laugh it up idiotâ He teases affectionately, eyes turning soft as your laughter bubbles the room atâŠâŠ.7 in the morning
âYou donât like my hopes of you growing a happy trail?â you tease further
His fingers move to bring your hand to his lips- his tradition every morning since the first night three years ago when you slept together- and he kisses your empty ring finger
âThought you liked me smoothâ
âI love you for youâ You correct âButâŠsome hair wouldnât hurtâ You shrug as if you hadnât just made his morning wood turn into a full blown boner
He sighs into your knuckles and collapses beside you, arm wrapping around your shoulders immediately when you move to lie your head on his chest- tracing his abs and kissing small scars
âOne week countdownâ He murmurs, hand brushing up and down your back soothingly- breath hitching when you kiss down his stomach and settle between his legs
âYou know what I want for my birthday Seargant?â You look up at him through your lashes as you tug teasingly at the hem of his briefs âYou.â
âââ
The party was in four days. Four- brutal, horrible days of planning until the migraine behind his eyes started knocking on him like some sort of cruel wooden door
You were such a crucial part of celebrating for every event. His birthdays became extravaganters and Christmasâ became one, Big family filled holiday that lasted longer than just the 25th of December.
You were so careful about his past and the fact that everybody he called family is long gone now. You needled your own family into his life and knitted the stitch tight shut- now your Dad calls him son and your younger sister talks about having a niece or nephew in the near future. Sam is also a massive part of his life that he weaved into your own- Sam thinks of you as a sister and Bucky promised him that he could be his best man if and when he chooses to marry you
(Which is a lot sooner the you think)
And it all leads back to your birthday. His surprise. The flowers and the lake and making sure to time and calculate everything perfectly.
He had always imagined proposing to you in your own apartment, Chinese food on your small fold out tables while you sat on the couch, maybe some candles and rose pedals- maybe while watching âyouâve got mailâ and commenting about how thereâs no way a lion could win against a crocodile in a fight
But then a few weeks ago you had said that your favourite place was the lake you two had first said âI love youâ at with cheap beers at 2am and stories shared from the 30âs. He knew he had to propose to you there.
And then he was overcome by how big of a deal birthdays were to you- and why not combine them both?
The front door opens and you come rushing in like a beautiful tornado- shoes flying, keys dropping onto the ground and already laughing at the sight of him in his ridiculous boxers you brought him for Christmas with your face printed on them
He hears the word âdorkâ repeated over and over again before youâre jumping into his arms and he catches you with his metal one, flesh arm still easily holding his lemonade
âDo you ever wear clothes anymore?â You tease, kissing him tenderly, loving the taste of lemonade and mint because he has a nervous habit of chewing gum
âNot with youâ He murmurs into the kiss, placing his drink down so both his hands can greedily grip your thighs and carry you to the nearest surface- the kitchen counter âNot ever againâ
âWhat a shameâ You mutter sarcastically, fingers running through his short hair as your lips press against his stubble and his own lips kiss the pulse point on your neck
âI missed you dollâ He says, closing his eyes against your skin before grinning and unbuttoning your blouse âSam came over to help me with the porch and found your collection of Captain America themed cutleryâ
He leaves out the part about how Sam did come to help him finish the porch- but also about how Sam came over to finalise the plans for the proposal/Birthday.
It was set in stone now, your family would be there but not allowed to actually come forward until after heâs proposed. There HAS to be fairy lights hanging from the trees above your spot by the lake and under no circumstance is any sound other then âStand By Meâ to be playing on the small speaker Bucky will have Sam sneak inside the basket that the ring will also be in.
âHe did not!â You gasp in horror- giggling when he begins to kiss down your sternum- stubble tickling your skin
âHe was especially fond of the teabags he found-â
â-Bucky!â You laugh, tugging at his hair as he smiles against your bare stomach âDid he at least try them? They were Lavender flavouredâ
âHe took some home. I made sure of it.â He murmurs softly, nose nudging at your hip âHe also mightâve stolen one of your old Falcon themed hair clipsâ
âWhat for?â You laugh, gasping with a smile as he begins to unbutton your jeans
âMaybe for his prideâ He teases- finally nipping at your inner thigh making you arch your back- smiling down at him between your legs âOr maybe for his own hidden collectionâ
God he canât wait to marry you.
ââ-
~ The first thing that went wrong.
You woke up later than usual on your birthday.
You always wake up at 7am sharp. Every morning. Alarm set. You joked the night before about not setting the alarm for your birthday but he didnât think youâd actually do it.
Now itâs 9:12am and heâs been awake for the past three hours, anxious and waiting patiently for you to wake up
Every time you snuggled closer, every time you snored adorably into his chest, every time you absentmindedly kissed his pec like it was second nature- he knew you were a long ways away from waking up any time soon
He tried so hard to wait- to take a deep breath and maybe read a little- but there were no signs of you waking anytime soon and you really had to be at lunch by 11 and he knew you loved to take long showers in the morning.
âDollâ He murmurs softly, almost careful with how he brushes his finger across your naked back to wake you up.
Nothing
He takes a deep breath and peppers kisses along the top of your head, both hands now moving to carefully lift you up from his chest
Nothing
He groans with discouragement and finally kisses you passionately, pushing you onto your back as he hovers over you. He pulls back and smiles when he sees your eyes fluttering open. Grinning like the angel you are
âMorning kisses? What did I do to deserve this?â You yawn. He laughs softly and kisses your bare breast, sucking your nipple softly before moving to kiss your jaw
âItâs your birthday, beautifulâ He murmurs lovingly âAnd for your birthday, my beautiful girl-â He kisses to your ear, smiling against it when when you run your fingers through his hair and throw your leg over his hip â-You get to choose how I celebrate youâ
âOhâ you grin, pulling him back enough to look into his blue eyes âCan we use whipped cream?â
The question catches him off guard and he laughs so out of tune that it gets caught in his throat and he lets out an adorable chuckle
âThatâs your celebration request? Whipped cream?â he cups your face with his flesh hand, kissing your lips once before pulling back to kiss down your sternum âWant me to lick it off you Doll? Hmm?â
You bite your bottom lip and spread your legs for him- fingers trailing up to his shoulders the more he moves down your body
Ass naked in nothing but his dog tags, hands greedily spreading your thighs apart and throwing them gently over his shoulders
âMmm- wait what about-â
â-Let me taste you first, birthday girlâ He says, looking up at you though his eyelashes as he reaches your lower stomach âThen I can add some extra desert on top afterâ
And maybe he was supposed to wake you up and usher you to eat and showerâŠ
Or maybe he just doesnât mind being late if it means he gets to taste you.
âââ
The second thing that went wrong was about an hour later when Bucky was driving you both to lunch.
Your music was blasting on his radio as he drove his car towards your favourite cafe- hair blowing out the window and dramatically singing while grabbing his free hand and moving it around in time with the lyric
He had spotted the roadwork signs before you did and his entire mood dropped
You were already twenty minutes late to lunch (with the help of round two and three in the bedroom) and now the only way to get to the cafe for lunch was closed
âShitâ He murmurs, closing his eyes in frustration as he stops his car by the large âCLOSED OFFâ sign
Your smile drops, staring at the closed off street and construction workers standing around on their phones
âItâs okay, thereâs plenty of other placesâ You squeeze his hand gently, his frown permanent on his mouth anxiously canât help but adore his scowl
He doesnât mean to make this small mishap such a big deal- but it was how heâs been picturing this day for weeks- months even
The first thing he brought wasnât your presents, it wasnât the bundle of flowers he had dreamed about giving you at the lake or the cake that Sam is dropping off after he proposed-
The ring. It was the first thing he brought when all of this started falling into place
And he only ever imagined taking you to your favourite cafe so you could say that everything was perfect- that Bucky had everything planned spotlessly
âI justâŠâ He trails off, jaw clenched, clearly lost in his own thoughts and frustration
âWe could always go get Chinese?â You offer softly and he closes his eyes for a moment
This wasnât part of the plan. The Chinese restaurant you like is on the other side of town and the lake is right by this cafe which is another reason he choose to go here
âI donât know Doll, thatâs a thirty minute driveâ
âOkayâ you lean over and kiss his cheek, only smiling when he finally cracks a smile âHow about you surprise me then? something closer to hereâ
He thinks on it for a minute, then smiles at how selfless you are, how something like this happens and you refuse to let it ruin your day
âClose your eyesâ He whispers, quickly kissing you- fingers carding tenderly through your hair before hesitantly pulling away and reversing away from the closed off street.
You eagerly close your eyes. His hand moving to rest on your thigh for the rest of the short drive.
âââ
The third thing to goes wrong is when you finally arrive at the lake after he took you to a nearby bakery and brought you everything you wanted, watched you eat it in the passenger seat with the most whipped look in his eyes.
The blanket was set up, candles- rose pedals, the small basket set on the left side full of things Bucky was going to give you. Cheap beers- grapes, the small stereo and of course- the ring.
You hadnât noticed the set up yet- to busy holding his hand and pointing to the park where birds where stealing strangers food and dogs were running around chasing eachother
âHey- doll-â He tugged at your waist gently, pulling you into him a little too quickly that you stumbled into his chest and laughed into his neck.
âThatâs one way to get my attentionâ You kiss the corner of his jaw
âI just want you to know-â
â-Bucky!â You gasp, cutting him off as your eyes finally land on the blanket and candles and rose pedals, rushing towards it enthusiastically- holding the bottom of your dress so you donât trip over
Bucky spots Sam and his family and your own family by their cars in the parking lot, Sam waves and nods reassuringly to him, Sarah throws him a thumbs up and your mothers already halfway crying.
He takes a deep breath, eyes darting back to you and the way youâre immediately reaching for the cherry scented candle- careful of the flame
Your family jump in excitement as Bucky walks up to you with his hands nervously in his pockets, trying to calm himself down
âYouâre so damn sexyâ You say- sitting up on your knees as Bucky sits beside you on the blanket- blinking in slight shock when you immediately kiss him
His hands cup the back of your neck the second he snaps out of his thoughts and smiles when you pull away only to lie your head dramatically on his lap, looking up at him
âHi beautifulâ
âHiâ you smile up at him âThankyou for the best birthday ever- the bakery idea was such a good saveâ
Oh, if only you knew
âNo need to thank meâ His metal hand reaches for your jaw, tenderly stroking your chin and up to your lips before pulling it away before you can do something incredible like suck it. He has to remember that Sam and Samâs family and your own family are watching everything from thirty feet away
PG 13 is the least he could do
You close your eyes, kissing his forearm when he leans forward to grab the basket, grabbing the grapes while he also grabbing the ring box- slipping it skill-fully behind his back and placing the carton of grapes on your stomach, popping onto into his own mouth
âOh- you know me so well donât you?â You tease, popping one into your own mouth and humming in satisfaction
You sit up and take the carton of grapes with you as you walk to the edge of the lake, letting your feet touch the cold water
He loves your energetic nature and how one thing isnât enough for you- how you always absorb the world around you.
He takes this opportunity to grab the ring box from behind his back, smiling at it- looking back up at you then back at the box again
âDoll?â He begins nervously, slowly moving to get on one knee while you stare at the lake âFrom the moment I met you on my rooftop in your sundress, trying to sneak into your friends apartment while nearly plummeting to your death, I knew.â His hand reaches into the basket and presses âplayâ.
âStand by meâ begins to play, silencing the crickets. Fairy lights above you both turn on and flutter with Samâs help and you gasp in surprise- eyes darting upwards instead of at him, a beautiful smile spreading across your face
âIf youâre about to start horribly strip dancing like you did on my last birthday-â you begin, laughing as you pop another grape into your mouth â-I will record it and send it to Samâ
He smiles- teeth showing as he opens the ring box to-
WHERE IS THE RING!?
He panics, glancing over your family and Samâs, waving the box frantically at Sam with a horrified look on his face because Sam was supposed to be the one who made sure nothing got lost or stolen- especially the ring
You turn around and immediately he freaks out and throws the empty ring box behind him, moving to lie on his side- faking it all with a fake smile that doesnât reach his eyes
âYou okay?â You ask with a chuckle, moving to the basket to grab yourself a beer, popping it open with his metal forearm like you always do
âJust peachyâ
âYouâre acting weird Barnesâ You grin as you move to sit on your knees and all he can imagine is how close he was tonight to making that your last name âYou wanna do it on the docks again? I know we almost got caught but-â
Buckyâs phone dinging cuts you off and you playfully roll your eyes as your eyes glance at his phone. He hadnât even realised it had fallen out of his back pocket and onto your forgotten shoes
âItâs Samâ You murmer softly- leaning over to grab it from where it had fallen- he tries to think of anything- do anything to stop you, but his brain short-circuts and and stupidly pats your lower back while trying not to have a full breakdown
Shit shit shit
Bucky glances over at Sam and sees him freaking out too as he watches you grabbing for his phone
âWhy is-â You begin, about to smile- then you stop- eyes darting over the text
âStop freaking out dumbass? we found the ring AND itâs in my pocket. Just propose and stop acting like a schizophrenic lunatic waving the ring box around before she turns around and noticesâ
Bucky watches in horror as his phone slips from your shaky hands and lands on the blanket, how you slowly place the beer down on the grass- eyes darting around until they spot Sam and his family and your own family trying to hide behind their cars that you know the number plates by heart off.
Your eyes glisten as they shift to the fairy lights and then the basket with the radio playing âstand by meâ and lastly to the ring box thrown a few feet away, empty and open- everything hits you all at once
Why it all HAD to be perfect. How upset he was about the cafe- how he insisted on the lake instead of the movies
âBuckâŠâ Your voice cracks as your eyes drift to him, his throat bobs as he swallows anxiously, slowly sitting up until heâs inches from you, hands moving to steady your own shaking hands âI- I didnât-â You try, tearing up as you kiss him tenderly, hands cupping his face
He kisses you back unsure, pulling back with his eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown on his lips
âThis- I didnât mean-â
â-I knowâ You laugh through your tears that keep falling, shaking your head with amusement
âI had a whole plan-â
â-Itâs okay-â
â-And I was gonna do this whole speech-â
â-Something went wrongâ You laugh, forehead falling to his shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist, breathing you in- pulling you onto his lap, kissing your temple and closing his eyes
âA lot of things didâ He murmurs, opening his eyes when he hears footsteps and sees Sam walking over- trying to be silent and failing miserably- ring between his fingers
Bucky offers him a glare that passes as a grimace and takes the ring, gently pulling back to kiss you softly
âIs- is that it?â Your voice cracks as you kiss him back- eyes darting to the ring in his hand
âYou wanna stand for me so I can do this properly?â
His heart aches when you break into sobs, shaking with excitement and shock, nodding
âY-now?â
âYeah sweetheartâ He smiles, ignoring the tears in his own eyes âLet me help youâ He says carefully, hands moving to your hips to help you stand
He sniffles and restarts âstand by meâ before moving unsteadily to go back onto one knee
He looks up at you, eyes shining with reassurance and knowledge that this is it. The moment he makes you his- even though youâve always been.
This is the moment it all becomes surreal
âHappy birthday my beautiful girlâ He grins at you, ring shaking in his fingers âI know this isnât perfect- proposals are supposed to be a surprise and because a certain somebody-â He glances at Sam briefly â-didnât have the ring in the ring box itâŠisnâtâ He grins at your laughter âI love you so damn much I-you gave me a purpose- a life- a second chanceâŠyou make everyday worth living and I cannot ever imagine doing anything without you by my sideâŠWill you marry me? Please?â
âYes!â You shriek through tears- immediately landing on his lap as you kiss him desperately
He laughs into the kiss, arms wrapping around your waist as if afraid to let you go.
Your family and Samâs family begin cheering and making their way over slowly to still give you both a moment alone
You both pull back- foreheads resting against eachother as you try to wrap your heads around what just happened
You watch with a crooked smile as he slides the ring onto your finger- kissing it immediately, eyes fluttering closed
âThankyouâ You sniffle âFor the best birthday everâ You whisper, fingers moving to run through his hair as you sniffle again âEven if everything under the sun went wrong and the most important object was momentarily missingâ
He smiles at your teasing and soft laugh, shaking his head with disbelief
âNext birthday youâre getting coal.â
âDoesnât matterâ You smile, pressing your hand to his chest where his heart races- ring and eyes shining âAny birthday with you is like winning gold.â
He smiles and kisses you again, slow and savouring
âHow am I ever going to top this?â He asks, dramatically pouting
âBy being naked with a tattoo of me on your ass next birthdayâ You joke and he grins
Summary: Maybe making your panties wet is his everyday competition, because Bucky Barnes is relentless in his looks and his mind blowing body too. Does he always have to look like he just walked out of a magazine? Asshole.
Warnings: ABSOLUTE FILTH! This man is a walking, talking tease (clears throat) Oral (f!recieving), Dog tag kink, p in v, Bucky orgasming in his briefs, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, mention of reader touching herself, mentions of choking kink, idk man enjoy :)
Word Count: 3k
(As always, i would love requests for stories! <3)
You shouldâve known taking in a âstrayâ which so happened to be Bucky Barnes was a mistake.
Not only was he 107 years old and trauma ridden throughout his entire core, but he always has no sense of âIâm constantly walking around looking like a wet dream and my roommate canât catch a break- nor can her panties.â
Maybe a man so selfish as Bucky should have more class. Thereâs too much metal going on- first off all. (You definitely donât imagine having his dog tags pressed into your face as he fucks you raw or having his metal hand around your throat for the same reason) And second of all, heâs really bad at spacial awareness (or maybe heâs just doing it on purpose)
How dare he step out of the bathroom, towel around his hips, dog tags hanging around his neck like a line pointing straight to his chest, hair wet but somehow so rugged and sexy- stubble painting his face beautifully in that salt and pepper colour and chest heaving with water droplets and absolute sin? The scars do nothing but make him hotter, and his metal arm? Who are you kidding.
Heâs Selfish, destructive and irresponsible is what he is, Because you are absolutely going to have to change your panties.
With a loud and irritated sigh, You stand up from the couch, gripping your necklace- walking away from your potato chips and Netflix show and storm off to your room, slamming your door loudly behind you to show Bucky just how much heâs pissing you the hell off an how youâre absolutely not happy having to change your panties not even 3 hours after just having a shower.
âââ
It happened aboutâŠtwelve hours after that
Mumbling to yourself in the kitchen as you mix chocolate cake batter and try to keep your annoying hair pinned back from the not so professional haircut you gave yourself earlier this morning-
The front door opened, air blew in, his shoes hit the wood inside your apartment and like some kind of porno, Bucky entered, chest heaving with sweat, dog tags perfectly in place and hip popped like some model- holding mail in his hands
He didnât look up at you- but you sure looked at him- or gawked more like it. At his basketball shorts and t-shirt that was more like the lead win in a âwet t-shirt contestâ. Hair sticking to his forehead and stupid plump lips being licked by his stupid pink tongue that youâre sure would do wonders to certain wet areas of your body.
Clenching the whisk a little to tightly in your hand- you slammed it on the counter in frustration and stormed out of the kitchen clutching your necklace, muttering angrily to yourself about how utterly ridiculous he is, not looking back to see Bucky look up in confusion and surprise, pondering what just happened- or at least pretending not to know
You walked to your drawer and pulled out a new pair of panties, glaring at his room across your hall as if it had personally offended you, and to be honest? It pretty much had, because that room is all Bucky Barnes and his stupid scent and personality and it was only making your panties wetter
âââ
The third time it happened was when he finally snapped
You had come home from a night out with your friends and the last thing you felt like doing was dealing with feelings and emotions
You stumbled through the front door wearing your dress and sandles- not drunk- just a little tipsy and high on a good night out.
Bucky was sitting at the kitchen table, leaning back in the chair with a cross word in his hand and a pen in the other
This was it, the final straw.
How dare he be in his briefs and nothing else? How dare he not have the damn respect to at least wear some sort of singlet? And those stupid dog tags! What is his problem!?
You slam your car keys down angrily- but before you can storm away and lock your bedroom door like you always do- he was up and following you straight to your bedroom as you roughly pulled open your panty drawer
âWhat the hell is your problem?â He snaps as he leans against your bedroom door, arms crossed over his chiseled chest like some kind of Greek god come to fuck your head up and ruin your panties like itâs his personal mission
God you should invest in a panty store, youâd save a lot of money on daily laundry.
âYou! You are- YOU!â You yell, stumbling slightly towards him and pointing at his hard pec- glaring at his dog tags with his name written on them and metal arm gleaming and stubble pointing out his plump lips
âMe? Me? me?â He repeats mockingly, leaning in closer, eyes taunting and hands exaggerated âIâm starting to think youâve got a problem with me doll, and that just wonât do.â
The way he speaks so stern yet so soft makes your head spin and thighs tremble with need.
Your eyes meet his and you see the same longing and confusion in his gaze that you always meet with your own in the mirror and it makes you angrier- hornier.
âYou and your stupid everythingâ You snap as if it makes sense âThese-â You point to his dog tags âIâm sick of seeing these!â
âWhat?â
âAnd this-â You point to his metal arm âCouldnât you have chosen anything else but black and gold!?â
His silence is what nerves you. Because sure- heâs irritating and turning you on every other day- but youâd never mean to disrespect or hurt him by any means. You know that his arm is a figurative and literal sore subject and that he had to get a replacement from Wakanda because he outgrew his other arm-
â-I chose it because it matches your necklace, Doll.â
Lightheaded? More like about to faint. Your hands instinctively fly to your necklace where gold meets black
His hands are steadying you with concern and gentleness and all you can selfishly think about is jumping his bones until every inch of him is worshipped by you- or happily the other way around
âFuck you, Bucky Barnesâ You say, nostrils flaring. You cup his face, frowning at him before leaning in and kissing him, desperate yet so incredibly tender
His hands seem to freeze for a moment before wrapping them eagerly around your wait, holding your lower back, finger tips pressing gently into your skin as if anchoring himself to the moment and to you
He pulls back to search your face, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and desire. Lips in a small pout as if deciding what exactly to say or do
âI canât figure you out, not one single bitâ He says, the coolness of his metal hand like ice to your burning skin- itching for him to touch you as he wishes- as you desperately want and need
âIf you werenât always soâŠ..indecentâ You mumble. Weakly tugging on his dog tags âMaybe Iâd have a better temperâ
He freezes for another moment and you watch a smirk appear on his plump lips, He leans in closer, nose brushing yours
âI noticed all your pretty panties in the machine latelyâ He murmurs teasingly âWas that all from me, doll?â He asks, nudging your nose with his
You huff, fingers caressing his chest- and he doesnât give you a second to retreat with embarrassment or frustration
He eases you with his searing kiss, hands moving to your thighs to pick you up effortlessly, carrying you a few feet to your bed.
You kiss him with a desperation it makes his breath hitch, and he kisses you with a tenderness it makes your heart ache
He pulls back just long enough to undo the belt around your dress, pulling it off with fumbling yet steady fingers.
âYou donât know what you do to me Bucky Barnesâ You murmur as he leans down to trail feather light kisses to your jaw
âWet your panties Iâm assumingâ He teases, hands moving to force you to arch your back so he can unzip your dress
âI- shut upâ You mumble, face turning red as you grip his shoulders- breath hitching
âI think I might even find proof, hmm?â He hums in thought, peeling the straps of your dress down your shoulders, eyes never leaving yours âHuh Doll? What do you think? Might have myself a collectionâ
âBuckyâ You warn weakly, going to press your thighs together but only pressing your thighs into his own thick and muscular one.
With the impatience of a saint, as if he has all the time in the world- he pulls your dress off slowly, tsking at your impatience and grinning at the sight of your red panties, a wet patch staining the fabric already
âNow what do we have here?â He coos, clenching his jaw with barley tamed restraint now, sitting back on the heels of his feet, hand on his knees as he admires you âI mean I- where do I even begin with you?â He asks rhetorically, leaning down to capture your hands in his own, holding them above your head as his nose nearly brushes yours- eyes intense and unrelenting
âI- Bucky-â
â-How fucking sweet you smellâ He rasps out, nostrils flaring as he takes a whiff, eyes glaring into yours âYou think I donât smell you every-time I enter a room? How your anger is a pretty little mask for this?â He gestures to between your legs
You let out a strangled moan when he grinds his hard and very unfortunately clothed cock into your clothed heat- the wetness so deliciously apparent it makes him close his eyes for a moment, before opening them again
âYou can smell when iâm wet?â You ask, a little embarrassed
âOh Dollâ He smirks just a little, boyishly squinting his eyes as he looks into your own âYou have absolutely no idea.â
His hands let go of your own- and he shakes his hand when you reach for his body- looking into your eyes with an intensity that makes you throb beneath your soaking panties âHandâs stay there for me, let me make up to you all the times I knew and didnât give you the decency of helpingâ
His hands unclasp your bra slowly and his lips ruin you with their softness- tongue immediately swirling around your sensitive nipple before pulling back with a pop, eyes dark with desire and hands shaking with need
âBuckyâ You moan weakly, grinding your hips for any sort of friction
His hard cock presses against your thigh as he kisses down your sternum and chest- past your belly button and to the top of your panties
âSmelling and seeing you is one thingâ He murmurs against your skin, hands gripping your thighs to gently pry your legs to stay open âBut tasting you? Fuck doll, Iâm gonna fucking cum right in my briefs just from the thoughtâ
Your hands instinctively move to his hair and he looks up at you though his eyelashes
âHey- you wanna touch something? Touch yourself beautiful, make yourself feel good for meâ He murmurs, guiding your hands to your breasts as he licks a stripe along your clothed heat
Your moan is loud and wall shaking- youâre sure the neighbour three floors up can hear perfectly well- but do either of you care? Absolutely the hell not
It should be illegal how fucking mind blowing it is to watch Bucky rut against the mattress in desperation as he groans into your soaked panties just from hearing you- tasting you through thin and useless material
âFuck yes, just like thatâ He mutters as he rips your panties and immediately grips your thighs again, kissing the inside of them first as if out of respect before licking a stripe between your folds
Your grip on your breasts tightens instinctively- throwing your head back as Buckyâs tongue and nose do wonders
âBucky!â You moan- thighs pressing in but his hands keep them held open
âSo fucking sweet, I knew itâ He groans into your heat, kissing your clit before swirling his tongue around it âEvery time I smelt doll- I knew- I always knew.â He mutters into your heat
You frown when his hands leave your thighs- then scream in pleasure when two of his fingers slowly work their way inside you- looking up as you through his lashes as he nudges his nose purposely against your clit
âBucky- please!â You moan, pinching and squeezing your nipples in utter desperation- mouth falling open when moans refuse to escape, getting caught in your throat
âThatâs it beautiful, touch yourselfâ He moans, hips rutting into the mattress as he watches you while absolutely devouring you
Youâve never been more turned on in your entire life. Never even imagined this kind of pleasure could exist. But of course it does- and of course the only person who can induce it is James Buchanan Barnes.
Your face flashes red hot as your toes curl and his fingers hit the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back and stars explode behind your eyelids
He sucks on your clit and his shoulders gather your thighs, pulling them up so his fingers hit the spot inside you angled so perfect that your utterly silent with pleasure- mouth open and eyes rolled to the back of your head
As you cum- Buckyâs hips shudder against the mattress as his own eyes roll back, dog tags hitting your ass as he cums in his briefs
He pants into your heat and youâre left breathless and overstimulated. Fingers moving to his head to gently grip and push back- needing a minute to catch your breath
He selfishly goes in for more- just to clean you up before heâs pulling away to glance at the wet spot growing on his briefs
âDidâŠ.did you just cum?â You pant out, hands falling weakly onto the bed beside you as you look down at him, face ruined, eyes closed as he grips your thighs tenderly
âOh, absolutely.â
He shamelessly shoves his briefs down- grinning when you audibly gasp at the size of him, beautifully slick with his own release as he moves to settle between your legs
âDid you do it on purpose? I wasnât imagining it?â You ask hopefully- drooling at the sight of him as he grips his length and slowly thrusts into his closed fist- grunting under his breath, dog tags hitting his chest
âPossiblyâ He mumbles, letting go of his length to lean down and kiss you softly- giving your ass a gentle smack âReady?â
You nod embarrassingly fast- his hands grip your calves and squeeze gently, bringing you back to the moment. He stops as if remembering something and mumbles something about a condom before you grip his forearms with hopeful eyes and a needy frown
âIâm on the pill, pleaseâ You beg- spreading your legs and smoothing your hands up to his shoulders
âHold on for me thenâ He warns, hands sliding up to your thighs. You squeal when he pushes your legs back against your chest- opening you up to him completely as his hips nudge against yours âFucking perfectâ
You gasp in pleasure when his cock-head slides between your already sensitive folds- catching on your hole teasingly- you almost want to smack the smirk off his face and tell him to fuck his fist instead until he suddenly pushes inside you with a stomach fluttering groan
He watches as your eyes linger on his dog tags and mouth drops in pleasure
âHoly shitâ You gasp out as he bottoms out inside you- then begins to slowly thrust
âFuck yesâ He groans- closing his eyes for a moment before leaning down- pinning your hands above your head, his own thighs holding yours up and spread for him as his dog tag begins to hit you in the face- thrusts growing faster âSo fucking perfect for me, so fucking tight- you wanted this didnât you?â He mumbles between groans of pleasure, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust âWe both wanted this, didnât we?â
âYes!â You scream in pleasure- eyes rolling back everytime his dog tag hits your chin just like you imagined when you touched yourself to the thought of him fucking you âFaster! I-I can take it!â You babble between his thrusts and he bites his bottom lip as he grows faster and harder- mercilessly fucking you into the bed with no care in the world if it breaks
This is what you wanted- clearly it was what he was hoping for too- you only wish it happened sooner- but would it have been as perfect as this? As gravity defying as this?
It feels so perfect, like somehow you both were made for eachother- because his hips are angled just right and his cock is nudging all the right places. His blue eyes look into yours and all you can think about is how you never want this to end
âIâm gonna fucking cumâ He leans down to nip at your jaw as he says it, metal hand and flesh hand squeezing your hands as his pace quickens- trying to catch his release.
You cum not even ten seconds after his own warning and it triggers him too- pausing inside you with a filthy groan as his cock twitchâs and flutters while you squeeze instinctively around him- both of you moaning in pleasure and overstimulation
âYeah, just like thatâ He praises, chest heaving as he stays inside you for a minute, waiting until youâve both calmed down before slowly pulling out, leaning down to kiss you tenderly which is so contrast to how hard he was fucking you- probably denting the floor beneath your bed
His heart beats faster as you kiss him back- fingers gripping his dog tags gently- his own fingers drift to the necklace around your neck and he slowly settles behind you, kissing your shoulder
âIâll get up and clean us up in a minuteâ He promises sweetly, hands never leaving you. You canât help but smile as his gentleness and how he knows that this is so much more then just turning eachother on
âIâm not wearing panties around you anymoreâ You mumble out- absolutely gobsmacked and dazed as he pulls your back against his chest, hands possessively caressing your stomach, he grins at your words
Summary: 9 months without him being your every reason for living. Itâs New Years Eve and youâre both at Samâs party, reuniting is inevitable.
Warnings: Angst (breakup blues), Yearning, Both being stupidly still in love with eachother, Sam playing matchmaker, Smut, Oral (f!receiving), p in v, dirty talk, tiniest âdaddy kinkâ ever, Alpine!!!
The same throbbing headache. The same dry throat and glassy eyes and unwanted Ray of light blinding him
The same ache where metal meets flesh- always with the little white furball curled in her own little cat mansion in the corner of his living room
Every morningâs the same. Coffee. A bite of something if his stomach feels strong enough for the task. Maybe a read of the newspaper if heâs feeling daring- and then a quick shower, changing into a suit before heading to work where his headache always worsens for preparation of the hounding and panicked footsteps as if the world is constantly about to end.
All eyes either turn to him or purposely turn away from him when he walks into the building, feeling like a corpse, coffee mug in his metal hand and some sort of folder in the other. He doesnât notice it anymore, itâs all just sound to him
His heater is always blasting, windows always closed, and always- always the same routine every single day because people refuse to give him privacy and he despises the light that only makes his headache throb
He closes his blinds
âââ
Christmas Morning was an absolute bust as per usual. He spent his day in his apartment, eating old Chinese food and talking to Alpine who meowed at his misery.
Sam let himself in at around 3pm, didnât make a comment about Bucky not turning up to Samâs Christmas with his family like he pleaded multiple times for him too. Didnât tease him for not being able to get off the couch all day. Just simply pulled out his own brought Chinese food, sat beside him on the couch, and mumbled
âSo what are we watching?â
The rest of the night was filled with comfortable silence. Alpine whined when the TV made too much noise, Sam stayed til 9, dropped a present on Buckyâs counter and pulled him into a brotherly hug when Bucky gave him one back because he knew Sam would always show up even when he didnât want him to
âI know you donât think so, but she misses youâ Sam murmurs as he heads to the door âSheâll be at my New Yearâs party BuckâŠ..be there.â Were his last words before he left
Bucky was silent. Eyes trained at the door. Heart beating in his chest.
It was the first time Sam had mentioned you in a long time since after the breakup, because- as expected- sensitive topic.
Alpine meowed from her cat mansion, as if knowing exactly what Sam had said and who Buckyâs thinking about right now
âI knowâ He sighs, low and quiet, closing his eyes as he feels his headache reach a new high and his chest a new ache âI miss her too Alpâ
âââ
The rooftop was decorated with fairy lights strung from pillar to pillar, small tables with colourful cloths. Candles and beers, crates and seats as well as some blankets that people had brought for themselves.
You had fought teeth and tongue about coming to this party. You really had made every excuse under the sun to yourself- how mad of an idea it was, how you could just stay home and get drunk by yourself and laugh at sad movies and cry at the romantic ones.
But eventually, stubbornness gave way to loneliness, and loneliness gave way to longing
Longing for reconnection with Sam and his family. longing for anything but PJâs and boxed wine.
Sarah spots you like a firefly in a dark cave
âYou made it!â She smiles, arms already pulling you into her before you can resist- not that you ever would
You hug her back, smiling and closing your eyes for a brief moment, allowing her to fill you with warmth
âThankyou for inviting meâ
âDonât be so stupidâ She teases, pulling back to look you up and down âBeen tearing a new one into Sam about literally dragging you to events. The boys miss you. Sam misses you- I miss youâ
You smile softly- weakly, clutching your purse in gratitude and feelings you try hard not to let overwhelm you
But itâs hard when these people are like your family and only want whatâs best for you. Itâs hard when theyâve done nothing but support you and bring you back up each time youâve fallen down.
âHow are the boys?â
âGood. They loved the console you brought them- even though I donâtâ She teases making you chuckle and shrug unapologetically
âIâm wrapped around their fingersâ
âMaybe you should visit more often thenâ She smiles politely and Sam sips his drink, staying quiet
Your heart sinks at her words and the guilt hits you like a truck
So many occasions youâve missed, so many people youâve disappointed because youâve been so swallowed in your own pity and grief to get out of bed. You should apologise- should promise to make more of an effort
âIâm gonna go to the bathroomâ You say instead with a tight lipped smile as you turn and head for the exit instead of the bathroom, hands shaking with anxiety and breath heaving with nervousness because you canât deal with real feelings right now.
The door opens just as youâre about to exit- nearly hitting you in the face and knocking you sideways
The smell of his cologne and the gentle murmurs of apology is all the recognition you need to know who it is before you even get to meet his eyes
âBuckyâ You breathe out. Eyes trained on his own. Stomach churning with surprise and anxiety
âYouâŠhiâ He breathes out too. Clutching his suit jacket tightly âYouâre here, where Sam told me you would beâ
âSam told you I would be here?â
Bucky opens his mouth to speak- closes it again, then clears his throat and gives you an awkward smile
âHow have you been?â
You stare at him for a while because you canât help the way your heart is thumping
You and Bucky had always shared late nights in the same bed, tangled up naked, talking about everything and nothing
He hates small talk with people who are now strangers to him. You hate have to be polite towards somebody who isnât in your life anymore
Buckyâs eyes trail up and down your body, Hands clutching his suit jacket tightly. You donât falter and or try to hide- because deep down- youâre relieved that he still looks at you the same way he used to
Bucky will always be Bucky. Soft, unspoken words that are replaced with actions. Heâll never be somebody that wasnât worth your time, and when you two had first broken up and you were an absolute mess- Sam was there to reassure you that Bucky would never change towards you- that he would always be in your life- that you were only losing one part of him
The best part of him.
âYou lookâŠseriousâ You say with a shy smile, looking at his fitted suit and slicked back hair, his once messy scruff now cleaner with some handsome grey and white
âYeah?â He grins lopsided âBad serious?â
âNo- never badâ you mumble out, clutching your purse tighter âUhh-â
â-do you want a drink?â He asks, as if noticing the tension in your shoulders and the way you very clearly need to loosen up if you and him are ever going to get through some sort of conversation.
âPleaseâ You agree, he nods and walks towards the bar, letting out a shaky breath
He doesnât remember the last time he felt this heavy. The aching inside his chest worsens when he orders your drink by memory and his own. Eyes closed to try and calm himself down
Overwhelmed seemed to small of a word.
The last time he saw you was months ago in April when you two had just broken up. Your hair was shorter, clothes always soft and comfortable. He knew you hated going out and you know he hated crowded places more the anything
And now here you are, hair longer, wearing a midnight blue dress, and he hates- loathes that you look so out of place talking to him, like youâre not sure what to say.
When you first met you hit it off immediately. You were both meeting up with Sam- having no idea who each-other were. Sam had just gone into the bathroom and Bucky was grumbling about how his coffee definitely did not have enough shots of coffee in it when you arrived. Heâll always remember the first clothes he saw you in. White t-shirt with flowers of tulips embroidered and long black cargo pants, sunglasses on your head and a tiny strip of sunscreen still along your nose that you mustâve forgotten to rub in
âHow many shots does a coffee that small need anyway?â Youâd asked, smiling at him as you ran your fingers through your messy hair
âI- I paid for two extra shotsâ
âFor a coffee that small?â You chuckled, staring at the cup that looked so tiny in his hand âWhy not just go get a new one?â
âBecause Iâm not a âcomplainâ kind of guyâ He mumbled, half in shock and half amused at somebody so confident approaching him with a smile and polite judgement
âHereâ you grabbed his coffee and walked right up to the counter to ask the employees to kindly remake the coffee- you didnât take it until you watched them put the extra shots in it- then you were walking back up so him with that sweet smile and confident edge to you
Sam exited the bathroom and spotted the two of you talking, he grinned, scaring you from behind making you jump and laugh
âFinally youâre here- this is the other bestfriend I was telling you about, you two mustâve felt my amazing presence from eachotherâ Sam said with a grin
âWell would you look at thatâ You smiled at Bucky, hands on your hips âLooks like fate, huh?â
He was gone, immediately. Yours.
And now-
He looks back at you and notice you had moved to the edge of the party- looking utterly miserable and out of place.
He takes both of your drinks and walks back up to you, carefully handing you yours, trying to hide the way heâs shaking with nerves
Your hands tremble as you sip your drink, looking away from him and out at the view instead
He used to kiss your frown away. Used to caress your face until you smiled and then lead you back to his apartment where vulnerability and love thrived. Now? Nothing but churning stomachs and broken hearts and walking on egg shells
âIâm sorry if Iâm making you uncomfortableâ He blurts out âThis is so weird for me. Weird for you I-I donât know how to do thisâ
âBucky-â
â-Sam told me that this would get easierâ He breathes out. You watch his eyes gloss over and his metal hand grip his cup harder as he tries to ground himself âBut you were apart of me- I-i donât know how to not touch you how- how to-â
â-Hey. Deep breaths.â You say immediately as you notice the familiar say his hand flies to his heart, clutching his suit and his eyes close. You take both drinks and place them on a nearby crate.
Sam watches from the side of the party- about to walk over to help- but Sarah stops him
âLet them work this outâ She says, pulling him back towards her
You hesitantly place your hands on Buckyâs biceps- and itâs like he never left, like you still belong here
âI donât know how to be without youâ He whispers as he desperately looks into your eyes, chest heaving with breaths refusing to leave his lungs.
You gently take his flesh hand- ignoring the butterflies immediately filling your stomach as you lead him towards the stairs.
You guide him up- careful not to look back at him
If you did, you wouldâve seen the way heâs looking at you like youâre his entire world and more, puppy dog eyes and pout forming into a frown
When there are no people- and the noise dies down, you guide him to a seat and he sits, immediately clutching his knees like he doesnât know what else to do with them
You check your watch, 11:54
âYou still get them huh?â You ask quietly as you crouch down in-front of him and he glances at you, frowning with that crease between his eyebrows you used to love kissing
âWorsenedâ He mumbles, breathing slowly beginning to settle âIâm sure you donât need me to pinpoint whenâ You nod slowly, glancing away from him âAnd I hate- I hate that you canât even look at me anymoreâ
You look at him them. Seeing the pain in his glossed over eyes, the guilt, the same hole heâs stuck in just like you are.
âBucky I- this is so raw for me- still- After nine monthsâ
âItâs raw for me tooâ
âI donât know how to be in my own apartment without you there I-â
11:57
âI thought it would get easier. I was promised it wouldâ His voice lowers as he tries to fight his emotions âBut everyday just feels emptier. Like-like the sun is gone andâŠand Iâm stuck in the darkâ
Your breathing hitches and you quickly wipes tear that escapes your eye with shaky hands
11:58
âI tried to move onâ You whisper through tears. His eyes are so full of guilt and relief- hand cupping your face because he doesnât care if youâre broken up or not- heâll always comfort you. âI triedâ You whisper into his palm, closing your eyes
âDid you get very far?â
âNot even an inchâ You chuckle weakly into his palm, forgetting the barrier- forgetting the sworn whispers to yourself about never going back with exâs. But this it Bucky. Your Bucky.
âI donât want to spend another year aloneâ He murmurs, metal hand carefully cupping your other cheek, thumb wiping away tears âIâm so sick of being alone I- I canât do it, I refuse to go into another year knowing who and what I want and not having itâ
âAndâŠwho do you want?â You ask, knowing the answer by the way his lips lift into a small smile and his hands move to the back of your head
âItâll always be you.â
11:59
You slowly stand and he stands too
You hear the countdown from the party below, see the world still as it prepares to start the new year
âIâm scaredâ You whisper and he nods, stepping forward,
âIâm more scared of not having you anymoreâ
Ten, nine, eight
âAre you sure that Iâm what you want?â You whisper and he nods without hesitation
Four, three, two
âOneâ He whispers before looking into your eyes for permission before kissing you, cupping the back of your head
You kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck like your place within him has never even faltered- every wall full of guilt and pain finally crumbling with hope and relief
His hands move to your waist, pulling you closing as he deepens the kiss- bordering on relief and desperation
Fireworks and cheering go off in the background.
Bucky pulls back only for a moment to look into your eyes, blue eyes full of hope and love- a small smile tugging on his lips
âHappy New year- and I love youâ He whispers before kissing you tenderly, caressing the back of your head as he holds you close
After a minute you pull away, heavily breathing, you kiss the corners of his mouth and then the crease between his eyebrows making him smile, raw, real and breathtakingly beautiful
âI finally feel like Iâm home againâ
âYou are my home- alwaysâ He kisses your cheek âPlease tell me that youâre mine againâ He pleads softly, lips never leaving your skin
âIâm yours Buckyâ You whisper, his blue eyes meeting yours âHappy new years, dorkâ
âI think itâs time we go home nowâ He smiles, you giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist and leads you to the exit of the party as fireworks continue to go off
Sarah and Sam watch with matching grins
âI bet that next new years will be with a baby tagging alongâ Sarah says with a grin
âIâm betting twoâ Sam whispers back.
âââ
His mouth hasnât left yours since you hopped off his motorcycle. his hands are greedy yet careful with your dress as he unzips it without breaking the kiss. Chest pressing against yours
âI love youâ He whispers, almost as a prayer. He pulls back only to pull the straps of your dress down slowly and let it curl beneath you on the floor
He picks you up in bridal style, eyes meeting yours as he carries you to his room, never once looking back
âHi Alphâ You smile at her over Buckyâs shoulder and she meows excitedly as she jumps onto the ground and curls up on your forgotten dress
âSheâs been missing youâ He says as he closes the door using his foot and places you down on his bed, smiling as your hair fans out behind you âlike, a lotâ
âLike her daddy?â You ask innocently and his lips part as he leans down to kiss your sternum
âDonât call me that dollâ He looks up at you thorough his eyelashes, hands moving under your back to unclasp your bra âNot when Iâm finally about to feel you again after nine months of dreaming about it, missing the hell out of youâ
âYouâŠ.did you ever move on?â
âNot even closeâ He whispers, hands moving to your hips as he trails his lips down your stomach, eyes landing on your bare breasts âNever could if I tried, you know why?â His hands move up to your breasts- cupping them with tenderness
âWhy?â You breathe, fingers tangling in his soft hair, running your fingers through the strands, stomach fluttering with butterflies
Heâs silent for a moment until he sits up, allowing you to undo the tie around his neck as he hovers over you, eyes baring into yours, nose leaning down to nudge against your cheek
âTheyâre not youâ He whispers before pulling his shirt off- kissing your jaw softly
He stands up after a moment to remove the rest of his clothing and you watch with your bottom lip between your teeth and heart beating fast, thighs spreading on instinct at the sight of him
âI never- never thought Iâd ever get this privilege againâ You whisper in awe, fingers moving to his boxers eagerly after he shrugs his pants off
He climbs back on top of you, kissing you gently, fingers caressing your temples
âI want to take my time with you, is that okay?â
âItâs more then okayâ You say again, ignoring the fireworks that go off in the distance as he slowly pulls your panties down, kissing your nipple gently
You remember everytime he took your breath away with his mouth alone. He always takes his time- learning and exploring to the point where your legs wouldnât stop shaking for days- he wasnât just a giver, he was a provider.
His hands trail to grip your inner thighs as he kisses down your stomach and towards your hips, nose nudging your skin
âI love youâ You murmer as he kisses down to your mound, breath fanning over your heat
âI-fuckâ He groans, looking at you finally, staring in awe âIâm finally homeâ he whispers before kissing your clit making your body jolt with shock
You moan in pleasure, fingers gripping at your breasts as his tongue darts between your folds. He groans into you like a man with barley restrained control and finally looses his patience, throwing your thighs over his shoulders as his fingers move to play with your clit and press on your stomach
âBucky-â you moan, back arching as you spread your legs wider with pleasure- eyes rolling back
He groans in response- tongue lapping at your hole. He pulls back only to hungrily kiss your inner thighs- eyes full of lust meeting yours- blue eyes lidded and chest heaving
âIâm never losing you againâ He promises before sucking your clit between his lips making your hips buck against his jaw âHold on pretty girl, Iâve got youâ He promises sweetly into your heat as he moves his tongue faster- circling it, metal fingers moving to tease your hole
Youâre embarrassed with how quick he makes you cum- but it is the first time in 9 months since youâve had any action- and youâd been dreaming of him since the breakup, dreaming of all the ways heâs able to make you cum with just foreplay alone.
He laps you up until heâs satisfied with your trembling legs and heavy breathing, fingers so gently and tongue unhurried
âBuckâŠâ you whisper, wrecked. Hands moving to his face
He kisses back up your stomach and pushes his boxers down, kissing your jaw as he lines himself up with your entrance, taking his time
âNeed a minute?â He asks patiently- if thereâs one thing heâs full set on itâs permission and consent, heâll never make a move without knowing itâs okay
âI need youâ You plead, tilting your head as you taste yourself on his lips- tongue tangling with his
He pushes into you slowly- groaning against your mouth as your fingers run up and down his back- feeling the muscles moving and his breathing increasing
His metal fingers circles your clit slowly and you pull back and rest your forehead against his, a small sound escaping your lips making his cock twitch inside you
âAlways take me so wellâ He breaths, looking into your eyes with love and hunger âYouâre always tuned into me arenât you? Your body knows exactly whoâs body youâd end up beneath againâ
âBuckyâ You moan, his words are doing wonders as his cock stretches you out- bottoming out inside you with a bated breath, he knows how to bring you to the edge with just his words alone.
âSo fucking perfect. Always so fucking perfectâ He praises before thrusting slowly, gasping at the feeling of you around him
Your moans in his ear and his hands on your thighs are driving you both insane. The way heâs looking into your eyes as if itâs the sight thing he wants to see and the way youâre biting your bottom lip and tugging it between your teeth
âI love you- I love you-â You babble out because how can you not when youâre both finally back where you belong?
â-I love you so much doll, so muchâ He thrusts faster- hands moving under your back to pull you into his chest as he kisses and nips as your shoulder
The bed creaks beneath your weight and the fireworks continue to go off in the background as people still celebrate the new year, all you can think about is how perfect he feels inside of you- on top of you, how this moment has been too long in the making- how one party can lead you back to eachother
Patience and taking things slow has gone out the window as his hips meet yours with each thrusts. Breaths mingling and sounds spilling from both your lips
âYou ruin meâ He whispers tenderly against your shoulder âI-Iâm so-â
â-Me tooâ you moan, clenching around him. You feel his hips stutter and feel his arms tighten around you. He tries to pull out but you quickly wrap your legs around his waist
âDonât- unless you want toâ You beg âI want feel you cum inside meâ
âYeah?â
âYeah.â You breathe out- both of you gasping as he thrusts a few more times before spilling inside you with a groan of pleasure which brings you over the edge too.
He collapses carefully on top of you, metal fingers pushing your hair from your face as he slowly pulls out- panting against your cheek
âLet me go grab some-â You kiss him to cut him off, running your fingers along the hair at the naps of his neck. The last thing you want is for him to walk away and the last thing he wants is for you to leave
âThankyou for bringing me here- with you. Home.â You say, kissing his nose
He smiles, beautiful and tender, you both chuckle as you hear Alpine meowing at the closed door, wanting to come in and finally reunite with you
âAlways doll.â He murmurs, closing his eyes âThisâll finally be our year.â
Summary: Matching PJâs, George Michael, His scolding 5 year old daughter and his sarcastic wife- what more could he ask for this Christmas?
Warnings: Pure Fluff!!!! Mentions of pregnancy, Bucky and Reader have a 5 year old daughter named Elsie, mentions of how Bucky and Reader met, surprise pregnancy at the end!!!
Word Count: 2.3k
(Sorry Yaâll, Iâm obsessed with Dad Buckyđœ)
(Also guys- I beg for requests! I love writing peopleâs ideas :) happy holidays! <3)
Heâs home late again, only by 12 minutes this time. He tried really hard to get out early and surprise you both- but unfortunately Christmas Eve night was unforgiving, the traffic was relentless with last minute buyers on the way to the shops and he couldnât help but take a minute in the driveway to to take in his house and the Christmas lights decorating the roof- blow up snowmen and reindeer on his lawn.
The second the door opens, cookies and caramel perfume fill his nostrils and his shoulders ease with relief, a smile tugging on his lips.
He heard you both before he saw you- if the giggling and singing was any clue- youâd already started the party without him
Walking to the living room, his eyes landed on you and Elsie, her small hands in your own, dancing around in the couch, Elsie wearing reindeer ears and the pair of you wearing matching pyjamas.
Bucky held a present in his hand- a gift he had brought two months ago but had only arrived tonight, left by the front door- lucky he seen it as he was walking through the front door
You were two busy dancing and singing, caught up in ârocking around the Christmas treeâ and not so sneakily eating cookies you had made for Santa- which was technically him, so he didnât mind. He loved watching you desire your cooking the way he did too.
âDaddy!â Elsie screams in excitement. He remembers when she was all but 5 months old, resting on his chest- the length of his arm and weight of a glove to him. Heâll always remember her tiny fingers curling around his dog tags as if they were meant for her and the way she grinned at him with her first two teeth. Not much long after, eager to teeth on his shirt or hand- he never minded
Now very much bigger and older- Elsie jumps into his arms with enthusiasm and he catches her with utmost gentleness- not daring to drop her or hurt her.
He balances the present on his free hand, nose nudging at her soft hair as she wraps her tiny arms around his neck, hair tickling his chin
Apple shampoo and conditioner and caramel perfume that you mustâve put on her because you were putting it on yourself and caved in when she begged to have some too- this will always be his home, his safe space, his little girl who calls him âancientâ and swears on her life that he used to be a robot because of his arm.
She wasnât very far off.
âDaddy, mama has PJâs in your room!â She grins excitedly- mouth full of tiny teeth and blue eyes wide with excitement
Bucky scrunches his nose and she gently grabs at it with her small hand, giggling as he nips playfully at her fingers
âEating Santaâs cookies?â He teases, kissing her forehead as he places the present on the key stand before walking up to you. Already grinning and eyeing him up and down unapologetically, hands on your hips and raising your eyebrows
He wraps his arm around your waist, hand squeezing your side as he kisses you, never daring to pull back until you do
âSanta can share Iâm sureâ You tease him, hands framing his stubbled face as Elsieâs hand grabs at his dog tags âyouâre late, Barnesâ
Bucky huffs playfully, kissing tenderly along your jaw, ignoring your âlate commentâ because you always know itâs never on purpose or that serious.
âSanta has super serum and the appetite of a seal, beautifulâ
âSantaâs a jolly good sweet toothâ You tease sarcastically, laughing softly as his stubble tickles your neck when he kisses below your ear
âStop tickling mama!â Elsie announces as if itâs a scandal, tiny hand tugging on his dog tags in warning âDada what did I tell you about tickles?â
He pulls back from you to look down at his fully serious mini him, her eyebrows furrowed and lips in a pout matching your own
You hold back a laugh as he looks at her like heâs been genuinely scolded, his arm tightening around her protectively as she holds her finger infront of his face
âThat tickles are rude and not funny?â He asks in full a full âwounded deerâ face, frown on his lips and apologetic eyes
Elsie kisses his cheek and then wiggles her way from his grasp, taking his metal hand and leading him to your shared bedroom
âPut on matching PJâs and I forgive you!â She promises and Buckyâs heart melts. He nods once in approval
âAnything for you, sweetheartâ He murmurs, ruffling her hair affectionately as he dissapears into your room
Elsie runs back up to you, hugging your legs as you sip your water and run your fingers through her soft hair
âYouâve got your dad wrapped around your finger Miss Elsie Barnesâ You tease softly and she smiles up at you, purse innocence and Bucky in that face
âYou two, mama?â She asks hopefully and you smile down at her, your thumb brushing over her rosy cheek
âUnfortunatelyâ You huff dramatically âWhy donât you go make your bed hmm? Santa comes tonight, i heard he likes neat girls who go to sleep earlyâ
âYou got it mama!â She calls out in determination as she rushes away.
Bucky emerges a moment later, walking up to you and picking you up just as youâre about to sneak a peek at the present he left by the front door
You laugh softly, letting him manhandle you and set you on the dining table, standing between your legs
âNot so slick there, dollâ He fakes a disappointed look, leaning in close
You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling at his held back grin and adoration in his eyes
âI pulled you, that makes me pretty slickâ
Bucky sighs, kissing your nose, hands staying on either side of your thighs
âIt makes you something dollâ He murmurs, hands quickly moving to your hips as he kisses along your cheekbones âNot slick. But somethingâ
You thoughtfully play with the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting your head as he kisses along your jaw
âHoly shit, we met on Christmas Dayâ You mumble, grinning at the memory that hits you like a freight train
He pauses his movements. Pulling back to look into your eyes, blue eyes simmering with warmth and recognition
âWe did too, didnât we?â He grins âSamâs Christmas partyâ
âWe were both forced thereâ You smile at him âYou were in the corner eating peanuts and I was getting tipsy on wineâ
âYou were wearing that beautiful red dress with those silver heels, had your hair pinned back into a half ponytail and your plump lipstick on tooâ He begins, looking at your lips for a moment, then back into your eyes âWe bumped into eachother by the bathroomsâ You blush, heart pounding that he remembers exactly what you were wearing when you met seven years ago
âWhere Sam introduced usâ You laugh softly âHe told us that weâd be great trauma bonding friendsâ
âYou were so shy, dollâ
âSo were you!â
âI made the first move a week later on New Years-â
â-No, I did!â You protest. Smiling as his face turns red and he grins boyishly
âYou always remember that detail donât you?â He mocks âAlways gotta tell everybody that I was too shy to kiss you firstâ
âYou wereâ You kiss the corner of his mouth âBut now? Youâre so damn sure about itâ
Elsie breaks the moment when she marches into the room and begins to laugh at Buckyâs PJâs, matching to her own and yours
Bucky grins and playfully rolls his eyes
âLaugh it up, Daddyâs a real joke isnât he?â Buckyâs teases, holding his hands up in surrender
âYou look silly daddy!â Elsie laughs, hugging his legs. His fingers thread through her hair as he looks down at her
âI do, donât I Els?â He smiles, eyes never leaving her own matching, his eyes drifting to her tiny hands gripping his leg with so much trust and gentleness
âLast Christmasâ begins to play from the radio and Elsie immediately rushes up to you, grabbing your hand and Buckyâs, forcing the two of you to bump chests, his eyes meet yours and he steals a peck of your lips
âDance time!â She announces
Bucky takes a mental picture. His wife and daughter and him all in matching pyjamas. A night before Christmas- dancing to George Michael
Heâd never want to be anywhere else, with her tiny feet on his own so he can guide her to dance. Your hands around his neck as you sing to Elsie, lips brushing his shoulder
Everyday he pinches himself, how can this be real? How can everything heâs done come to this? The guilt and fear he was drowning in when he met you is still there, but now replaced with eternal love and gratefulness.
Heâll never take this for granted. Not for a minute.
Elsieâs eyes flutter as she fights to stay awake. But the moment George Michael ends and Buckyâs carefully lifting her into his arms- sheâs out like a light
Buckyâs hand snakes to the back of your head to kiss you before you can beat him to her bedroom to help tuck her in. Slow and savouring, fingers tugging softly at your hair
You melt into his embrace, hands bracketing his hips as you kiss him back, sighing happily into the kiss
He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, eyes searching yours
âThankyouâ He whispers, raw and grateful âYou gave me everythingâ
âYou created this life for yourselfâ you murmur back, looking into his blue eyes, placing your hand with your wedding ring shining on his cheek âAll of this is because you are James Buchanan Barnes. Not because of fate, or timing- but because you deserve this, you created this.â
âMerry Christmasâ He whispers, ignoring the tears in his eyes
âNot for another six hoursâ You tease softly, kissing his nose and he smiles, shaky but sure
âMerry Christmas Eve then Dollâ
âââThe Next Morning
Cookies and milk? Discarded and messily layed out on the plate sitting by the Christmas tree.
Every year you both put on an early alarm to wake before Elsie- you end up pretending to be asleep when she rushes into your room with excitement and screaming about all the presents Santa brought her and about how he never finishes all of his milk.
Bucky wakes first, your head on his bare chest, one arm draped over his eye and the other around you, holding you close
He kisses your head, waking you up, fingers brushing softly along your back
âMerry Christmas Doll, got you thisâ He murmurs. The present from last night hidden under the bed where he pulls it out from, handing it to you
You sleepily blink, sitting up slowly, rubbing your eyes
He pulls you between his legs, chin resting on your head and arms wrapping around your waist, lips brushing your temple
âIâve already got a thousand under the treeâ You murmur teasingly, smiling as you open the box
You pause at the book, the cover a picture of you and Bucky on your wedding day. Three months pregnant with Elsie, your hand on Buckyâs cheek- wedding ring glinting as he kisses you with purpose. The title âFor Miss Barnesâ in Buckyâs handwriting
Tears fill your eyes as you shakily flip the book open. Every page a different journey-the ultrasound picture from when you found on you were pregnant with Elsie nearly two months in. A small piece of fabric from his tie and your wedding dress. A sock from the first time Elsie ever wore socks- as tiny as a newborns foot.
Each page a different memory. And you donât care about the tears streaming down your face, or the fact that you might wet your shirt
Buckyâs there, hands steady on your waist and kissing your cheek with love and support, letting you have your moment
âYou- I canât believe youâ You whisper tenderly, turning your head to kiss him passionately, hand cupping the back of his neck
âMerry Christmas beautiful, this is the least I could doâ He murmurs, kissing away your tears lovingly. He kisses your fingers- then your wedding ring, closing his eyes as the band hits his lips like he always does when the ring comes in contact with his lips
âYouâŠ.youâre gonna have to add to itâ You sniffle. You were going to wait til New Yearâs to tell him and make it part of your offical anniversary gift but- now? You canât wait, canât bare to keep it a secret a second longer.
âI know, Iâll have to add Elsieâs first day at school photo and-â
â-And a second baby ultrasoundâ You blurt out and he freezes behind you, eyes blinking as he looks at you
The room falls silent for a moment- the book laid open on your lap with your husband sitting behind you- silent and observing
âYouâreâŠâ He trails off. Voice turning hoarse as his bottom lip trembles and his eyebrows furrows as if trying to compose himself
âYeahâ You smile shakily, tearing up again âMerry Christmas James, I love you so muchâ
He kisses you then- full of passion and disbelief- like he canât quite believe youâre real. His hands frame your face and you donât dare pull away- not even for air
You hear Elsieâs door creak and her footsteps and both pull back, grinning at eachother, tears in both of your eyes
âGet ready little oneâ He whispers softly, shaky hands gently moving to rest on your stomach âMerry Christmas little BarnesâŠ..I canât wait to meet you.â He kisses your shoulder and Elsie rushes in, grinning from ear to ear
âDaddy! Mommy! Santa brought me ALL the presents!â
Bucky smiles as Elsie sits in your lap, cuddling you gently
âMerry Christmasâ He whispers into your neck, closing his eyes
Summary: Being a dad to three girls is his normal- until he finds out youâre pregnant with their forth kid- maybe heâs getting a little outnumbered, but heâd do anything for his girls.
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: FLUFF. Mentions of childbirth, Bucky being a girl dad, mentions of Buckyâs childhood, 2 time skips. idk just wanted to write about him being a dad :)
The first two kids were planned. Amelia Barnes, number one, playfulness incarnated, Your mini you. the second she hit one years old, you and Bucky were already trying for number Two. Then came Brooklyn, or Brooke for short. Brooklyn was Bucky all over, mischief, sarcasm, and somehow very good at spinning things. When Brooke turned 11 months old- baby three surprised you. Born exactly 1 day after Buckyâs birthday, Payton arrived into the world, sunshine and lollipops and a love for her sisters.
You and Bucky had a plan of one or two kids- but three? A stretch. Nothing you and Bucky were worried about much. Three beautiful girls. But that was it- three. Your three mini Barnes
ExceptâŠ
You sit in the bathroom holding a positive pregnancy test. Head in your hands, tears in your eyes as you try to calm your racing heart and shaking hands
Four. Four children.
A 5, 4, and 2 and a half year old already racing around the house, teasing their daddy and making their mummy sticker and glitter filled drawings, but another kid? it wasnât even close to what you and Bucky had pictured or had planned for
âMeli, you throw that chocolate and youâre dead meatâ you hear Bucky say from the kitchen- Voice amused though trying to be disgusted as stern. Then followed with three sets of tiny giggles and Buckyâs dramatic groan afterwards
You take a deep shaky breath and place the pregnancy test inside toilet paper, placing it inside your bathroom drawer and exiting the bathroom, pulling yourself together as best you can.
Amelia races into the room, rushing into your arms as Bucky chases her with a strainer on his head and mittens on his hands- chocolate covering his white singlet
He looks very unserious for a man knows as an ex assassin, soldier, and the man everybody feared as the âWinter Soldierâ
Brooklyn and Payton enter behind him, giggling with their little faces covered in chocolate and mischief
âIâm a cupcakeâ Bucky says, looking at you with serious eyes and an even more serious pout âour daughter thinks Iâm some store brought cupcake mix, dollâ
âSheâs not wrongâ you tease, picking up Amelia who pokes her tongue out at Bucky and kisses your cheek sweetly âshould I start calling you âmuffin?ââ
âOnly if you want a full on, chocolate covered, kid apocalypse warâ he grins, stepping closer, dog tag somehow unharmed from the chocolate covering most of his body
You smile and place Amelia on the ground, she immediately rushes up to Bucky who watches with a âare you seriousâ look on his face. Amelia then swipes some chocolate from his shirt, tasting it with a cute hum of satisfaction
âYou taste like a muffin tooâ she says, smiling up at Bucky who sighs dramatically and pats her head with his hand covered mitten
âCan we do caramel next daddy?â Brooklyn asks, tugging on Buckyâs legs, blue eye pleading up at him âwait- no! I wanna do snickerdoodle!â She changes her mind
He huffs a smile and you walk up to him, peeling the mittens from his hands, Amelia happily takes them, then strainer from his head. Payton takes the strainer carefully from you and places it on her own head, copying her daddy which makes him beam with softness
âDepends sweetheartâ Bucky says, leaning down as all three of your daughters gather in-front of him âdoes daddy get the first bite of the cupcake?â
âNoâ Payton says with a tooth gap smile and a cheeky laugh, Bucky smiles and kisses all three of them on the forehead, tickling them making them all squirm and rush out of the room
The second he hears them dissapear, his blue eyes land on you and he stands, dusting his hands together as if a job well done, He takes a step closer to you, his irresistible grin falling on his tired but content face face as he cups your cheeks with steady hands, brushing one metal and one flesh thumb across your cheekbones
âI never thought Iâd be a dad, covered in chocolate syrup and tiny kisses.â He says, eyes taking in every detail of your face âA dadâ he repeats, smiling delicately âgod it still sounds so surrealâ
You kiss his wrists tenderly, he leans in, kissing you slow and soft, taking his time. His lips already knowing every inch of yours, yet he still kisses you like heâs got everything to learn.
For a man whoâs known nothing but violence and war, he seems nothing but at peace.
âYou think three is the perfect number?â You ask against his lips. Nervously waiting, Hope fluttering inside your chest that maybe- just maybe- heâs more then happy to make room for one more
âI think that youâre the perfect everything. You and those girls complete meâ he says, kissing both your temples, teasingly nipping at your jaw âI love being covered in paint and reading night-time stories, nothing makes me happier, Dollâ
âIâŠ.â You begin, then without warning, tears fill your eyes, You begin sniffling and his eyebrows knit together in a concerned look as he pulls back to look at you âhow would you feel about another one?â
âYou want another kid?â He asks, chuckling and kissing your forehead âyou must be insane, or have baby fever- remember how Paytonâs feet were so tiny that youâd cry everytime you looked at her shoes?â he teases âyouâre cute, funny even.â
âWellâŠitâsâŠ.happeningâ you shakily bring his hands to your stomach, eyes glassy and goosebumps covering your arms âbaby number four.â You whisper, lip trembling
His hands still on your stomach, blue eyes blinking as he takes in your words and nervous expression, then- immediately- like a magnet to a fridge- his lips are on yours. Easing any nervous thoughts or worried shakes
His lips are soft- careful- yet so firm that it knocks the wind out of you and sends thousands of butterflies wild in your stomach
He pulls back and begins kissing all over your face making you laugh softly, closing your eyes as you let him prove to you that heâs still your husband. Still the father of your children and still your best-friend through every challenge and diaper change
âFourâ he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, his hands pressing more deliberately on your stomach as if wanting to feel the baby already âIâm already outnumberedâ he teases softly making you chuckle and him smile, kissing both corners of your mouth âhow do you feel beautiful? Howâs my mama doing?â He asks, pulling you into a loving hug making you sigh in relief- then you feel stickiness coating your arms and you groan
âYouâre covering me in chocolateâ
âShhh itâs okayâ he murmurs sarcastically, pulling you even closer, his body warm against yours âembrace the crazyâ
âYouâre ridiculousâ
âIâm about to be a dad of fourâ he reminds you with a smile, pulling back to check the handwork on your now chocolate covered shirt and chest âRidiculous is my norm, doll.â
âââ 4 months later
âBarnes, what are you doing?â
Blinking up at you with wide blue eyes was your husband, hands gently on your hips and chin resting on your now 4 and a half month pregnant stomach
âTalking to the babyâ he mumbles, breath tickling your skin, He visibility winces as you check your alarm clock and sigh, rolling your eyes playfully
âItâs 2am.â
âYeah, but I heard Bub talkingâ he says as if that makes up for his weird habit. Ever since your first pregnancy, he was always talking to your bump, no matter how big or small. Hands were always touching it- lips always kissing it. Reminding the baby inside you that heâs their daddy and nothing will ever change that
âYou heard the four month old fetus inside my stomach talking?â You ask, unimpressed
âUh huh.â He nods, full seriousness. Fingers splaying out as he presses gentle kisses to your hips âwas asking it if it was a boy or a girlâ
âYou want a boy donât you?â You chuckle, already imagining a mini Bucky with his pout and brown hair, you tilt your head as if that would give away all his answers âafter three girlsâ
âI want whatever the baby isâ he smiles, stubbled jaw tickling your belly âI want a healthyâ one kiss âhappyâ another kiss âbeautiful baby, just like the other three Barnes youâve given me, I want another glitter covered, highly enthusiastic about everything babyâ
âDonât play coyâ you grin, running your fingers through his hair, he closes his eyes briefly, loving the contact âyou want a boyâ
âA boy wouldnât hurtâ he admits âbut another little princess? Wouldnât hurt eitherâ he shrugs âI was also warning the baby about the incoming traffic household itâs gonna be born into, three sisters? Youâre almost like your daddy little oneâ a fond smile spreads across his face
âI still canât believe that you were a brother of five girlsâ You smile âall with sisters huh?â
âYepâ he says, grinning boyishly, though somewhere in that smile is a whole lot of grief and sadness. Youâve heard lots of stories about Buckyâs sisters, only small ones in fleeting moments, or when he smelled something from his childhood and loved to tell you about it âif this baby turns out to be a girl, And we have another kid after this one and itâs a boy, I wouldnât be opposed to thatâ
âFive kids? Iâm divorcing youâ You tease and he laughs softly against you âoh yeah- did the car dealer get back to you?â
âAbout the mini van? Yeahâ Bucky sighs, his metal hand moving to trace patterns on your stomach âIâm gonna miss the sedanâ he says with a frown, forehead resting on your stomach as if talking to the baby âitâs all for you though little oneâ
âââ 5 months later
9 hours of labour. Bucky running around the hospital at least 30 times to calm down his excitement and joy and lots of screaming and curses later-
Ruth Barnes was born into the world, red, and wriggly, and crying and perfect.
The moment she was born the hospital room went silent- until Bucky let out a sob loud enough to make Ruth scream her little lungs out in shock.
The nurses handed her to you, Bucky cut the umbilical cord, Tears running down his face because heâll always be emotional when it comes to his girls, wiping his eyes on his shoulders to dry his tears but it only just spreads the tears around his face more.
âRuth Barnesâ he repeats himself like a Periodic motion, eyes staying glassy and hands never leaving your ruffled hair or the back of the babyâs delicate head, kissing your temple over and over again âyouâre a fucking miracle, Iâm so in love with you dollâ he praises you, never stopping his gentle caress of your hair
âBaby number fourâ you whisper, kissing the newborn babyâs head with tenderness, pulling back as she peacefully sleeps âwelcome to the family, Ruthâ
âHeyâŠmaybe we do have the opportunity to recreate my family growing upâ Bucky says with a fond smile, leaning down to kiss you softly âbaby number five?â He murmurs against your lips
âSay youâre joking right now Buck or Iâll punch you so hardâ you say jokingly and he smiles and gives you an apologetic kiss.
âFour girls, and maybe- maybe if you ever want to- or not, one more. One more and we name him James if itâs a boyâ he says, you see the longing and hope in his eyes and it makes you sigh âEither way, Iâm complete.â
âWeâll see, Barnesâ
âYeahâ he kisses you, nuzzling his nose against yours before looking back at Ruth with tears in his eyes. âWeâll seeâ
Buckyâs phone goes of in his pocket. He places one last kiss to your temple before pulling it out and turning it on to see Steve having sent him a picture of him at your house with Amelia, Brooklyn and Payton, all three of them using him as their personal pillow while he babysits them, with the message âcongratulations, your girls are so excited to meet her :)â message attached
Bucky smiles at his perfect daughters, then down at his new perfect daughter in your soft hands, and then lastly at you. The love of his life, the mother of his children and the woman heâd move planets for, thereâs nowhere else in this world heâd rather be then surrounded by his five beautiful girls.
âYou need anything doll? Want me to hold her so you can sleep?â He asks, brushing your hair from your face
âIâd kill for a caramel milkshake right now? And maybe some jam and cream doughnuts-â
â-Anything you want dollâ he smiles fondly, looking into your eyes and tearing up again, because how did he get so lucky? How did he win diamond in a bronze world? Heâll never know. All that he knows is that you and his four girls are home, and all he ever wants to be is home. âAnything.â
Summary: missing the danger of your old life on the run with Bucky, you get yourself arrested in order to feel something- Bucky shows you that the only thing you need to feel is him
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: Smut, reader being arrested, Bucky being feral for you, danger, tiny bit of angst, reader and Bucky do stuff in a moving vehicle (please never take your seatbelt off unless any vehicle is stoppedđ)
The interrogation room is silent except for the sound of my chair scraping every minute or so, my head pounds with a headache and I dearly wish the silence would end- or at least get louder.
The clock on the wall ticks and I take a small deep breath to centre myself, to remind myself that I shouldnât be in this room much longer
The door opens slowly and two agents walk in, one of them with their eyes wide and the other awkwardly fumbling with the keys to my handcuff
âMaâam, we apologise for this inconvenienceâ one of them says and I stare boredly at them, itâs true, Iâm guilty as sin, but where moneyâs involved any horrific crime can be forgotten
âFinally figured out that Iâm innocent?â I ask, though the two of them clearly know Iâm not
âUhhâŠ.we saw who your emergency contact was- and youâre uhhâŠsprouseâ The one holding the keys responds and I tense up at that, glancing down at my wedding ring âwe apologise for all of this Mrs Barnesâ
âWeâll be sure to apologise to your husband too.â
âââ-
I rub my wrists as one of the cops take the handcuffs away from them, glancing around the station, I feel it in the air before I see him, the footsteps, the way everybody tenses and seems to fall silent, then I feel his hand press against my lower back and his lips brush my temple softly
âDid they hurt you?â Is his first question and I turn to look into the blue eyes filled with so much concern and love, of course heâs angry with me, but he knows that nowâs not the time nor place, all he cares about is me being safe
âNoâ
âGo get in the carâ he says softly, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead and I sigh as I walk away, twisting my wedding ring anxiously on my finger
Buckyâs driver, Von, helps me into the back of the sleek back car, giving me a knowing look before walking around to Buckyâs own door, we both wait for Bucky to exit the station and when he does pictures are taken and questions are asked by nearby paparazzi, guilt swims within my stomach as I realise Iâve done this- Iâve caused this.
Von opens Buckyâs door and he slides inside, his thigh brushing mine as he pulls out his phone and begins using it. The wedding ring on his right hand shines in his phone light and I sigh softly, looking out the window as Von hops back into the drivers seat and begins driving away, i feel relief flood throughout me when the paparazzi fade into the background
âTrespassingâ Bucky begins, voice gruff and steady âtheft, breaking and entering, damage of property, resisting arrest-â
â-like you havenât done all of those more then ten times in your lifeâ I snap quietly as I take my shoes off and sink back into the seat
âThatâs not the point, dollâ Bucky huffs and fiddles with his phone a moment more before pocketing it âIâm taking you to the tower and I donât want to hear one-â
â-I am not going to the tower!-â
â-complaint from youâ he finishes with a sigh âcome on doll, whatâs going through that head of yours? Does the gigantic lab in our apartment not satisfy you enough, hmm? Need to steal equipment from a highly restricted building, get yourself arrested?â He asks and I groan
âMaybe Iâm sick of playing housewifeâ That silences Bucky and I feel the weight of his hurt and guilt before I see it etched in every inch of his face âI didnât mean it like thatâŠâ
âI knowâ
âI know that this is all for a reasonâ I say âI know how hard youâre working for congressman but itâs just-âŠrestricting you know?â I ask âI was a criminal when I met you, we were both criminals, hiding out in Romania, going apartment to apartment, and now I feel like everybodyâs watching my every move, expecting me to be so fucking perfect-waiting for me to fuck up- âlook itâs the Congressmanâs Barnes wifeâ and now I have fucked up andâŠ..I miss itâ I admit âI miss not being on a pedestalâ
Buckyâs silence is deafening. Heâs usually not silent with me, always tracing some part of my body or whispering how lucky he is to have me, and now it just feels daunting, as if Iâve said the words heâs been so afraid to hear, and I know itâs serious when Von pushes the button that seperateâs the front seats and the back seats with a little window to give us privacy
âI never wanted you to feel trappedâ Bucky says, voice hoarse as his metal fingers anxiously pick at his suit pants, eyes narrowing at his wedding ring as if silently cursing himself
âI donât, not with you- never with you.â I place my hand on his knee and he covers it gently with his own hands, I take a deep breath âIâm your wife. I stand by your side through everything I just- itâs hard to beâŠ..putâ
âPut?â
âGrounded, safe, to feelâŠ.like Iâm stuck inside a glass boxâ I say, trying to pick my words carefully âlike everybody can see everythingâ I continue âwhen the only person I want to see me is youâ
âI see you, dollâ he murmers, his hands moving to tilt my chin towards his face âI see you, I always have, always willâ
âIâm sorry for being an idiotâ I say âIâm sorry that it mightâve hurt your reputation and campaignâ
He presses his lips to mine and I sigh in relief, my hands moving up to gently grip his hair, his own hands cup the back of my head, tilting my head back gently before his lips trail down my neck
âNo need to apologise, sweetheart, I donât care what anybody has to sayâ he says against my skin, his hands- one cool and one warm moving down to my hips, pulling me closer, grunting in disapproval at my seatbelt keeping me in my seat, then itâs as if something shifts inside him âyou want danger doll?â He asks, his metal fingers pushing the button of my seatbelt and I bite back a smile âcause I can give that to you sweetheart, what do you need? Hmm? Need me to remind you what itâs like to be married to me?â
I let him pull me onto his lap, and I close my eyes when his fingers work at gently massaging my hips, his tongue flicking out against my neck and sucking gently, I bite back a smile, my fingers moving to curl in his slicked back hair
âBuckâ I whimper softly as his teeth graze my collarbone, his breath fanning over my skin and sending tingles straight to my arms
âMissing the days when we were on the run?â He asks as his fingers move to fumble with my blouse, I nod once, he sighs against me as if it isnât good enough âtalk to me, dollâ
âI doâ I say in between whitening beneath his touch and nearly begging for more, my fingers messing up his hair that I spent over an hour trying to perfect this morning while he laughed at how frustrated and concentrated I was âI miss the hiding out daysâ
Bucky makes a grunting sound against my skin as he undoes my buttons, pulling back enough to look up at my through his eyelashes
âYou crave danger?â He asks, a âtskâ in his voice âRemember who youâre married toâ he warn softly before he pushes my blouse of my shoulders
âI know who Iâm married toâ I say as he nips softly at my breast through my bra and I hollow out a soft moan ânot in the car Buck n-not with Von-â
â-thought you wanted danger sweetheart?â he tears the front of my bra unapologetically and swiftly with his fingers, his lips latching onto my nipples with a low hum in his throat, every fibre of my being is telling me to ride him, kiss him- do anything to this man except for pull away âif thatâs what my girl wants then thatâs what sheâll getâ
âBuckyâ I moan softly, my hands moving to grip his shirt, he lets out a feral noise against my skin before heâs moving to lay me down on the seat, kneeling between my legs.
Von makes a right turn and I slide right into Bucky, one of his hands bracing himself against the roof of the car while his other hand sits beside my hip, keeping me from going straight into the back of the passenger seat
âThis isnât dangerous, this is stupidâ I say, but Iâm grinning and Buckyâs mocking my words silently as he unbuttons my pants, fumbling slightly with the movement of the car
âWhat do you want then sweetheart? Cause Iâve got no complaintsâ he says as he pulls my pants and panties down with a tug âIâve got my wife laying on the backseat of my car, gorgeous chest out while sheâs letting me pull âer pants and panties offâ he grins cockily as he pulls my pants and panties off my foot and lays them on the car floor, he flies forward slightly- face barricading between my breasts, his knees accidentally pushing into the top of my thighs as the car stops and I groan as I hit my head on the car door, laughing softly after
âYou okay?â I ask, rubbing my head as I look down at him
âGot a face full, Iâm fucking perfectâ he says as he attacks my breasts with his tongue and plump lips and I smile as he kisses down my stomach, making content noises with each kiss âgonna let me make you feel good?â
âI thought you were supposed to be making me feel dangerousâ I tease as I spread my legs wider for him, he hums in approval
âI can tell Von to speed up, run red lightsâ he teases as he kisses my inner thighs, nipping softly, hands greedily holding my thighs open for him âmaybe even do a few laps around a roundaboutâ I laugh softly and he smiles against my skin before ducking down to kiss my folds and I jolt, gasping, I feel him grin against me. He licks a stripe between my folds and I grip his hair with one hand and the car door behind me with the other
âReally really dumb idea-â I moan as he spreads my folds with his thumbs and kisses my clit before sucking on it. âHoly fuckâ I mumble, closing my eyes
âEyes on meâ he says, nipping at my thigh making me whimper and open my eyes. His two metal fingers snake a circle around my entrance before he slowly pushes them inside, eyes hazy and lips parted. my legs shake and he kisses my clit tenderly âthatâs it doll, clench around meâ he curls his fingers and I squeeze them inside me making him groan in delight âthatâs it, thatâs my girlâ
I moan at he words and bite my lip when he moves his fingers it and out of me, his tongue sucking and licking my clit, his free hand gripping, squeezing and feeling my thigh to hold me open to him
âRight there!â I say, moaning, my legs shaking, my grip tightening in his hair, fingers curling on the car door behind me as the car moves faster
âRight there?â He moves his fingers faster, curling them more, groaning obscenely into my slit, his eyes narrowing with desire and lust, nothing but determination and love in them
I cum without warning him, gasping and clenching around his fingers as he presses one last long and gentle kiss to my clit, slowly pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue, circling my entrance with it before cleaning me up
âHoly fuckâ I pant, legs shaking, Von pulls the car into what I assume is the parking lot of our apartment
âSee dollâ Bucky mumbles against me, his tongue lapping me up, my slick coating his chin and mouth, yet he still canât seem to get enough, still canât seem to care one bit âNo need to get yourself arrested if all you want is to feel somethingâ he pulls back and licks his lips, picking up my pants and panties from the ground and gently pulling them back onto my ankles, tenderly kissing my knees
âYouâre an idiotâ I pant softly with a smile at him as he plants gentle but firm kisses on my stomach, pulling my pants up my calves and thighs until my pants are securely back on
âAnd I love youâ he murmers softly, pulling off my broken bra placing it on the inside of his suit jacket, buttoning my blouse back up. We take a minute to breathe eachother in, Von pulls into a parking space and Bucky crawls up to be eye level with me. I grab some tissues from the back of the passenger seat and gently wipe my slick from his face, he kisses my palm, my fingers- my wedding ring âyou need danger doll?â He says softly, eyes on me and only me- taking me in âYou come to me.â
Summary: Bucky meets the woman who finally understandâs every part of him, but his fears make him ice her out, donât worry though! Samâs to the rescue
Maybe Bucky knew that this was always to good to be true. You were always too good to be true
Which is why he stopped calling. Stopped showing up unannounced at your front door with cheap beers and old movies made back in the 1950, Stopped trying to find out if you liked him the way he liked you.
Because he knew it could never happen. He was Broken, Damaged- a man made of metal and scars and so much trauma that no good deed could ever scrub those nightmares away
And it hurt you. God did he know that it would hurt you- but he'd rather spend the rest of his life knowing you hate him than spend it hating himself for ruining your life with his burdens.
Sam being the one person who introduced the two of you didnât help, it means that he kept tabs on both of you and obviously heard everything that went on
He knew that Bucky had the guts to ask you out, that Bucky and you were going well- hadnât had a first kiss yet but thatâs to be expected from two trauma ridden ex- assassins
He knew that there would be set backs and hesitation and lots of waiting and waiting, but you and Bucky never seemed the type to want to rush things anyway- you were taking it slow, actually getting to know each other and learn your boundaries and what makes you tick.
But Sam didnât expect Bucky to be the one to run away, to call it off- to hurt you.
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My phone rings, and rings, and-
âWussup lady, you finally remembered you have my number?â Sam teases and I smile and sigh as I stare at my ceiling, pacing back and forth in circles around my living room
âWe see each-other like three times a weekâ I remind him âyou even know my security number-â
â-hey I told you that in confidenceâ he says and I smile and laugh âbesides, you can trust me with anythingâ
âThatâs trueâ I admit, then stop pacing and take a deep breath, running a hand over my mouth âBucky ummâŠ.heâs been ignoring all my calls and texts for the past two weeksâ I admit.
Sam stays silent
I stare ahead of me, my eyebrows knitted together, I chew on my lower lip out of nerves- maybe Iâm just being a clingy weirdo and Bucky isnât ghosting me like it feels like- maybe heâs on some sort of mission and forgot to tell me
But Bucky always tell me when he goes on missions
Maybe he lost his phone or something-
ButâŠHe has been to my apartment many times and wouldâve shown up by now
âHeâsâŠ.icing you outâ
The words coming from Samâs mouth make my breathing hitch and the tremor in my hands to grow tremendously worse
âI thought soâ I admit
âItâs not like that- he likes you, trust me he really, really likes youâ Sam defends and I look down at my floor, hurt, confused and angry, angry because everybody in my life has left me and I thought Bucky was finally going to be the one that wouldnât âyou know his past, you know his fearsâŠheâs just scaredâ
âDid he tell you this?â My voice cracks and I hate myself for tearing up âdid you know he was icing me out-â
â-Noâ Sam says immediately that I know heâs telling the truth âI thought you were getting through to him, making him see the life he deserves to liveâ he sighs softly
âBut heâs been contacting you? Seeing you in person these past two weeks?â I ask, already knowing the answer deep down in my heart
More silence
My heart sinks.
âIâm sorry, you seriously donât deserve this-â
â-look just donât worry about this ok?â My voice trembles, âif he wants to ice me outâŠthatâs his decisionâ I say before ending the call
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Sam stood in silence in the conference room, the sound of your phone hanging up ringing through his ears like an alarm he canât peel from his mind
As if on cue- the glass door opens and Bucky walks in, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it to the large table before sitting down with a quiet huff
âMissions done, target is locked upâ Bucky says, silently stare ahead of him- as if lost in his own mind, that grumpy pout on his face, the stubble trying deeply to hide whatever emotion it is that Buckyâs always too afraid to show on his face
âI told you not to hurt herâ
âI didnâtâ Bucky says, shrugging defensively âI knocked her out and left the rest to your team-â
â-not her.â Sam says, and thatâs all Bucky needâs to hear to know exactly who Sam is really talking about
âShe called?â
âShe did.â
âSheâs angry?â
âSheâs hurt Buckyâ Sam snaps âsheâs hurt and confused and she thinks that somethingâs wrong with her.â
âNothingâs wrong with herâ Bucky exasperates as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat âSheâs fucking amazing- sheâs great- and beautiful and so fucking perfect and-â he pauses, realising Samâs eyes are peering into his soul, Bucky looks down, fiddling his metal and flesh hand together âAnd it was too good.â
âIâve seen the Winter Soldierâ Sam begins âIâve seen you become the man you are- Iâve seen you fight your demons and Iâve seen you come out from the other side time after time.â Sam continues âBut this is different Buck. And Iâm not telling you this because I think I know whatâs best for you because I donâtâ he places something in-front of Bucky on the table âIâm telling you this because you need to hear it and hear it goodâ
Buckyâs metal fingers clasped gently around your ring. The ring you constantly fiddled with in this conference room during meetings and mission briefings- the ring he had seen more times then he could count, he finds himself fiddling with it like you do, obviously you mustâve left it here- in this conference room after the last meeting
âHear what?â Bucky asks, trying to act as if he truely didnât care what Sam had to say- because nothing anybody had to say would truely help. Nothing was louder then the fear and the resentment in his mind
âIf you want to ruin your life and push everybody away? Then thatâs your problem. But sheâs trying so hard to do the oppositeâ Sam says âshe wants you Bucky. She needs you. Youâre good for her and sheâs good for youâ he adds on âI care about you man, we all do, but sheâŠshe really, really cares about you, and sheâs been through hell too. So stop ghosting her, stop hurting her and go talk to herâ
The silence after would be deafening if Bucky hadnât actually taken on what Sam said and spun it through his mind
Usually peoples opinions about himself only made him angrier because they were trying to grasp something they could never understand. But the truth was that Bucky was hurting you and hurting himself too
âWhat if itâs too late?â
âDonât be a martyrâ Sam says, nodding towards the glass door âgo get your girlâ
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I sit at my kitchen counter, chewing on cold chicken as I listen to the muffled TV behind me.
Unfortunately my lifeâs boring when thereâs no missions to distract myself with- Bucky was the one who always gave every day of mine a purpose
And now he just-
Ding dong
Could it be? Could Bucky be that spontaneous that heâs here to apologise? To tell me that he made a mistake? to-
I open the door, felt guilty for the utter disappointment on my face when I see Sam standing on the other side. He must see the disappointment too because he fakes a shot to the heart
âNow thatâs just coldâ he says, and despite my disappointment and guilt, I playfully roll my eyes
âWhatâs up? I donât remember there being a mission briefing todayâ
âCanât a guy want to hang out with his friend?â Sam asks, raising an eyebrow at me and I give him a skeptical look âLook- I donât like seeing you hurt ok? Come have a drink with meâ he gently nudges my arm with his shoulder âIâll even payâ
âOnly because thereâs free alcohol involvedâ I say as I pull on my shoes making Sam smile. I grab my keys and my hair-tie as I exit my apartment and lock the door behind me
Sam leads me around the block, making me smile and laugh the whole way there. Sam is by far the funniest most kindest man I know, and he always knows how to put a smile on anybodyâs face
But itâs nice to know that this man is on my corner- in Buckyâs corner too- even if Bucky wants to sit as far away from me as possible- itâs nice to know that Sam will come back and forth between our tables to be there for us both
âHere we areâ Sam grins, I furrow my eyebrows at the utter humiliation of ehats supposed to be a lounge bar
âI really hope thereâs no slam poetry going on inside or I might actually stab youâ I say as I make my way inside, itâs sort of empty but with a few people hanging around. Sam gently grips my shoulders from behind as he guides me through the bar
âSlam poetry- lord knows your emo ass doesnât needs thatâ he says and I sigh âhere queen buzzkill, go upstairs- Iâm friends with the owner, go chill in the office while I go grab us drinksâ
Iâm a little confused and skeptical- no. Iâm very skeptical. I know Samâs hiding something- but at the same time I trust him, so I head upstairs, feeling uneasy at the emptiness of the second floor
I walk to the office and slowly push open the door- my eyes scanning the small room and the large wooden antique desk in the middle, I walk to the steel black office chair and sit down, sighing as I stare at the celing
I check my phone, glancing at the time before turning it off again and spinning around in the office chair, waiting for Sam to bring drinks back up
The door creaks open and I sigh in relief
âAbout time- I was starting to think that-â
â-What are you doing here?â
I spin around so fast that Iâm sure Iâve got whiplash and the chair nearly tumbles over, but nothing shocks me like hearing Buckyâs voice- seeing him standing at the door, his jaw clenched, his metal hand grasping onto the door frame as if itâs the only thing holding him up
âI could ask you the same thingâ I say, looking away as I anxiously sit up straight in the chair
âSam told me to come up hereâ he explains, relaxing more, leaning his back to the doorframe and staring up at the celing
âSameâ I admit. The sound of footsteps makes both Bucky and I glance out the door, Sam walks up to the office with a grin and his hands held up in a peace offering
âBefore you both rip my head off- donâtâ he begins âyouâre both being pathetic, you more then herâ he nods to Bucky who glares daggers right back at him
âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ I lie
âStop trying to defuse the situationâ Sam says to me âhe ghosted you, and it hurt didnât it? You called me and I could tell that it hurtâ
This time Iâm the one glaring at Sam, Bucky looks down- ashamed, I can tell that this is definitely not what he was expecting tonight, but then again- I wasnât expecting this either
âYou two talk, Iâll go get some drinks for real this time- and we can chill out and go back to normalâ Sam says, giving us both a pleading look before walking away
I sit silently in the chair, Buckys stands silently by the door, maybe a minute ticks by of awkward, uncomfortable silence before Bucky takes a deep breath and turns to face me, protectively crossing his arms over his chest as if heâs about to say something vulnerable so he needs something to still make himself feel protected and closed off
âIâm sorry that I hurt youâ he says, his blue eyes meeting mine, full of intensity and guilt, I swallow my nerves and sit forward
âAll I want to know is whyâ I admit âdid I do something wrong? I thought we were going really good-â
â-Itâs not you.â He says, stepping further into the office âgod no, youâre- youâre amazing, youâre perfect, youâre justâŠjust this thing that scares me because it makes so much sense to me and Iâm not- Iâm not used to that feeling anymoreâ
I listen, my heart pounding in my chest, I look down at the desk and then back up to Bucky whoâs hands are now clasped together, nervously fiddling
âYou make me feel that way tooâ I admit âlike- despite everything thatâs happened I can still have something good, something that lastsâ I shrug, letting out a small sigh of relief that Iâve finally told Bucky how I feel- how he makes me feel
âI got scaredâ he replies, softer âI ran- I iced you out and Iâm so sorryâ he swallows harshly âI always run, itâs what I do- itâs how I survive, but I- I donât think that running from something could make me feel worse then living with the fear of just staying and having potential heartbreakâ he steps forward again until his hands grip the edge of the desk
âI really like you Buckyâ
âI really like you too, dollâ his eyes search mine
âI donât want you to run, I want to do this- I want to finally have something that I stay forâ I say softly as I stand up and move around the desk until Iâm beside him
Bucky glances at me, his eyes softening, then he slowly reaches out until his hand brushes against mine and I smile
âCommunication isnât my strongest suitâ he says making me smile
âReally? I couldnât tellâ I tease and bump my shoulder against his gently
âSoâŠyou forgive me?â
âYeahâ I nod âI like you Barnes, that doesnât just go away, as much as it would make life so much easierâ I sigh and Bucky grins slightly before stepping around to stand directly in-front of me
âCan I kiss you now? Please?â He asks, his eyes searching mine âIâve wanted to kiss you since we first metâ
I smile and place one hand on his cheek, then lean in and kiss him softly, his hands grasp the desk on either side of my legs, tilting his head to deepen the kiss
âI see that you two made upâ I hear behind Bucky and pull back, me and Bucky look at the doorway where Sam stands with a proud grin
âYeahâ Bucky nods, looking back at me, smiling âsomething like thatâ he pulls something out of his pocket and I smile as he holds up my ring âyou left it in the conference roomâ he says, then slips it onto the palm of my hand âI was gonna keep it butâŠâ he teases, then smiles at me âit looks better on youâ
