【Synopsis】 : You suggest something new, and the boys love the idea.
『Word count』 : 2.1k
Paring: Steve x Bucky x Reader [Poly Au]
[Warnings] : Making out. Hickeys. Big dick energy. Light-hearted sex. Poly relationship. Swearing. Pet names. Praise from Bucky. Steve is a moaning mess. Multiple orgasms. Protected anal sex. Unprotected sex (Steve didn't wrap it).
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"Please, please. Please." You sounded like a broken record. One that had been broken by none other than the infamous lone wolf Bucky and his best friend, Steve. You were the good girl around the compoud. You weren't the best agent by all means, but you weren't an unskilled either. You had friends in and out of the heroing and crime fighting. You try to live a normal life.... well, that was until Bucky, the deep-voiced man that recently joined the Avengers, started to take interest in you.
Everyone wanted him and his best friends. They were the walking sex on legs. But none of them were interested in relationships or flings or even hookups. Especially with the women and some men shield agnets that only started working for the avengers because they wanted to get closer to them. People would lie, saying they'd been with them, but in truth, Bucky and Steve were untouchable, and that made them even more desirable. Heck, Bucky didn't even like human interaction with anyone other than their friend group. But yet when Bucky saw you, he knew he wanted you. And so did Steve.
It became a game of cat and mouse. But in this case, it was two very, very large cats cornering one scared little mouse. You wanted it, though. As much as you fought it at first. You wanted the pleasure you knew they would provide. But part of you wanted to keep your dignity, not wanted to be plastered as a whore in the compound. But Bucky and Steve reassured you that no one would come to know your dirty secret. And yet, no one would even believe it anyway if it were to get out.
So here you stand, with two large bodies holding you close in between them. Steve's fingers were paced fast as you high came, ripping closer and closer. Bucky's tongue lapped the bright purple marks on your soft skin, the ones he created so he could show others you were taken without anyone knowing who exactly gave them to you. They were both possessive over you. Learning more and more things about you and your body every time they had you in these situations.
"Steve , I.." You gripped his biceps, nails digging into his flesh as you could feel your orgasm approaching. Steve just chuckled, going faster while Bucky snaked his hand from behind you to place a finger on your clit, circling it quickly in time with Steve's thrusts.
"Fuck fuck fuck.." you swore, knees buckling, you fall into Bucky's arms, making him keep you up while they continue. Your orgasm comes quickly, Steve letting out a chuckle at his work. You were so fucked out already and they hadn't even started yet. Bucky swopped you up, laying you on his bed while Steve takes this time to undress, finally making you not the only one naked in the room. Bucky kisses your forehead whispering how good you were, making your heart jump at his words.
“Bucky.” You shakily place a hand on his cheek, bringing him close so you could kiss him on the lips passionately. Buck’s hands snaked down your body, gripping your breast, giving them a squeeze. You moan into his mouth, making him smile. The noises you made were always music to his ears.
“So Me or Buckaroo first, baby? Since we chose last time.” Steve rubbed your ankles as he stood by the end of the bed. You sat up, looking at your lover. A hard gulp ran down your throat as you tried to prepare yourself to answer him. You recently found you wanted to try a new thing but became unsure how to ask. No better time than the present, right?
“I…I want both of you..” You glance over to Bucky, “At the same time.” Steve and Bucky could feel their dicks twitch at the idea. don’t get them wrong, they both fantasised about taking you at the same time but they didn’t want to scare you away with the act. But hearing the thought roll off your tongue, god it made them go feral. Bucky jumped up, ripping his shirt off while he jogged over to his dresser.
“Rock, paper, scissors,” Steve shouted with a huge smile like a teenager. You tilted your head in confusion as you watched Bucky strip down while he held his fist out.
“Deal.” Bucky smirks, throwing the lube on the bed next to you before also placing his fist out. They swung, Steve getting scissors, and Bucky getting rock.
“Fuck!” Steve swears with a whimpering tone. Bucky laughs smugly, walking over to you with pride. He lets his hand out for you to take, so he can pull you up off the bed so you could stand on your wobbly legs. Did they really just play rock, paper, scissors for who fucks you in which hol-
“Oh god….” Your cheeks run a blush in a similar shade to the evening sky. Bucky twirls you, so you face Steve, and he could stand behind you. He kisses your neck from behind, rubbing your ass slightly before letting his hand land a smack on your soft skin.
“Next time, Stevie. But right now, this ass is mine.” Bucky chuckles to himself.
He lathers himself up with lube and then coats his fingers again. With one finger, he begins prodding at your ass before slipping it in slowly. It’s a foreign feeling, and it has you squirming under his touch. He murmurs something in your ear you can’t quite make out, but it’s all a blur anyways when he begins sucking at your neck. He adds another finger, and he has to hold you in place. It’s almost painful, but the lube is a blessing.
Steve is suddenly in your sight, grabbing your chin to look at him. “Keep your eyes on me, I wanna see your face.”
Steve cups your core, chuckling slightly at how wet you still were... He’s able to slip two fingers in easily, and the noise that comes from your lips is something that you wouldn’t imagine. They go at two different paces, and you can’t think. You forget that you’re meant to be looking at Steve, and you focus on him again. Bucky has to hold you up as your knees keep wanting to give way. You have never felt this much before in your life.
“I...I feel weird..” The tingle in your gut was growing differently than any other orgasms you’ve ever experienced before. You lent more into Bucky's body, while Steve got down on his knees so he could be face to face with your dripping pussy. His tongue licks a long strip, making you gasp out, gripping his short hair. His fingers got faster while Bucky stayed at the same pace, making your brain shortcircuit. Before you could tell what was going on, you were cumming all over Steve’s face.
“Fuck, our baby just squirted,” Steve said in amusement while Bucky chuckled against your ear, making you blush even more than you were prior. They both pulled out making you whine. You left dizzy, unable to register what was happening. All you could do was watch Steve disappear for a second before reappearing with a towel, wiping his face clean with a smug smile plastered to it. You could hear the sound of a wrapper being opened behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Bucky rolling a condom on his thick length. He had a sweet smile, but you knew this man had a dark side. He was going to enjoy ruining you.
“Okay, Stevie, lay back and let our baby ride you.” Steve does what Bucky asks, laying down on the bed so you can straddle his hips. You guide his cock to your entrance and sink down on him, watching his face contort as you squeeze his length. He fills you perfectly, hitting spots inside you that make you see stars. Fuck, you swear every time you feel his cock it gets bigger. From behind, you suddenly feel Bucky’s fingers, slick from the lube, slide against your ass like he had done before. You shiver at the feeling but welcome it, angling your hips so he has better access.
“You feel so perfect squeezing me,” Steve moans from below you, hands reaching out to grope your breasts in order to distract you from the discomfort you might feel soon enough.
“Isn’t she tight, Stevie. Always so good for us ?” Bucky grins, pressing a finger into your ass. You hold your breath at the feeling, but Steve just whispers calming words to you. You relax into them as Buck slowly moves his finger. One finger becomes two, and you ride Steve a bit harder as you warm up to the feeling. He grips your hips and guides you on his large cock, working the pleasure from you.
“Please, James, please,” you beg, leaning back up against his chest. He kisses your neck and smiles at your neediness.
“You ready for me, Doll?” he teases, thrusting his fingers at a quicker pace.
“Fuck yes, Bucky, I need you so bad.” Bucky pulls you into a bruising kiss as he removes his fingers and replaces them with the tip of his cock.
“You’re doing so good for us, baby. Now be a good girl and take a deep breath.” Bucky keeps kissing you as he presses his cock further and further inside of you. Steve helps you relax, but you can tell it’s difficult for him, too. His strokes are getting messy as you get tighter around him. His release came quicker than he expected. Only a thin wall now separates Bucky and Steve’s cocks, and that just turns them on even more. It turns you on even more.
They pump into you simultaneously, finding the perfect rhythm that makes your heart stutter. You’re at mercy to them, putty in their hands while their thrusts become different pacing, making it near hard to breathe. All you can do is moan and beg, your brain becoming jelly the harder they fuck you. With their stamina, they last so much longer than other men. I guess the serm could be a blessing in some situations. They bring you to orgasm after orgasm, pleasing you seems to be their only goal.
“I’m gonna come,” Steve whimpers from below you, fingers digging into your hips with bruising force. “Please, I’m gonna come.” Bucky leans over to bite your shoulder, pumping into your ass with deeper strokes than ever.
“You gonna cum Doll? You want Stevie to cum inside you?” Bucky’s fingers wrap around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze.
“Oh my god, Stevie, please give it to me. Please come inside me,” you moan through your strong high, gripping onto Bucks’s metal arm. Steve comes on a long, drawn-out moan, sending Bucky over the edge right after. He thrusts into you a few more times before he becomes too sensitive, and then they’re both pulling out.
The three of you fall into a heap on the bed, panting and sweating for a moment. Bucky kisses you deeply before shifting to give Stevw the same treatment. Buck gets up to grab a washcloth while Steve holds you tightly, pampering your face with sweet kisses. They take care of you sweetly. Ensuring not to irritate your sensitive skin, Bucky cleans you up, and together, you and Steve care for Bucky. Once you are all done, you flop on the bed with Bucky on his back and you half on top of him. Steve cuddles up next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist while nuzzling his face into your shoulder. it was silent for a moment. The only things that could be heard were your bumping hearts and breathing that finally began to slow down. It was peaceful until Steve opened his big, smug mouth.
“Ready for round two?”
You have never wanted to slap him so much as right now.
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Content Warnings: unprotected sex (p-in-v), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink, dubcon kink (as long as Bucky can keep a straight face), tummy bulge, language, a good ole coochie slap (once), cum play, a little fluff, some aftercare
Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.
Inspired by my IRL husband’s reaction to my smutty reads.
Note: I don’t own any characters or works referenced in this oneshot and shout out to H.D. Carlton for creating Zade Meadows and giving us the house of mirrors chapter that’s been living rent free in both me and @lilacka’s head for over a year.
Bucky absolutely loved to watch you read.
The subtle way your expressions changed as your eyes would glide across the pages made his heart swell with admiration.
He found himself entranced with your concentration, your eyebrows knitting together in thought, your lips quirking up into a smile and even the soft laughter that would sometimes escape you as you delved deep into the world you held in your hands.
He was always more than happy to accompany you to the bookstore, leaning against the shelves and observing you as you thumbed through new titles, stacking your choices in his strong arms before darting down the next aisle to browse further.
He looked forward to the evenings where he could lay his head comfortably in your lap, his arm draped across your thighs as you worked your fingers lazily through his hair while you read quietly above him.
Tonight he lay in bed with his hands folded behind his head, listening to the gentle sound of the shower from the bathroom as you bathed when his gaze fell on your most recent read on the nightstand. The cover was dark with a skull and roses, something about a ‘Haunting’ and an absurd amount of sticky notes jutted out from the pages. His curiosity overtook him and he sat up, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. He thumbed through it carefully before letting it fall open to one of the tagged pages, his eyes scanning the text and widening slightly at the content.
He flipped to another tab, quickly reading through the passage, his breath quickening as he took in the words.
“If I catch you, I fuck you.”
Jesus Christ.
The bathroom door creaked open and he slowly lifted his gaze up to you.
Your damp body wrapped in a towel with your wet hair against your neck and shoulders did absolutely nothing to combat the heat that was already rising within him at what he’d just read.
Your eyes connect for a beat before you glance down to notice the book in his hand, opened to one of your tagged pages.
It was hard to discern if the flush across your cheeks was remnant of the heat of the shower or from the slight embarrassment of feeling caught by your boyfriend discovering the absolute filth you’d been reading.
He raises a brow at you, lifting the book and tapping on the open passage.
“If I catch you, I fuck you?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Really?”
You huff and roll your eyes, stepping forward and reaching to snatch the book from his hands but he’s quicker, snapping it shut and holding it just out of your reach.
“No, no. We’re gonna talk about this, doll.” He says, his lips curling into a smirk. “This is what you’ve been reading?”
You shift from foot to foot.
“Sometimes.” You reply with a weak shrug.
He turns the book over in his hands again and idly runs his palm back and forth against all the flags poking out from between the pages. “And do you.. like this stuff?” He asks, not looking up. “Does it turn you on?”
You swallow hard and nod despite the fact he’s not looking at you.
“Sometimes.” You repeat quietly.
“Huh.”
He purses his lips and nods thoughtfully, standing up and tossing the book onto the bed. “I guess you oughta run then.”
Your eyebrows shoot up to your hair line.
Did he just?
Is he going to?
“W-what?” You stutter out, taking a small step back as he closes in on you.
He tsks and reaches out, brushing your wet hair back off your shoulder with two fingers. “You heard me, baby.”
You open your mouth to reply but the words are lost the moment he seizes the edge of your towel in his large hand.
Your eyes connect for a brief moment before he yanks the towel free of your body and discards it on the ground, leaving you exposed, confused and incredibly aroused.
His hand settles on your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple and sending a rush of desire straight to your core. He dips his head to nuzzle his forehead against your temple, his tongue flicking against your earlobe.
“You should probably run now.” He warns in a whisper, taking a step back to give you space for a head start.
You stare wide eyed in disbelief, your head barely able to wrap around what was happening.
“Five.” He says in a threatening tone, bringing his hand down to palm his growing erection under his sweatpants.
You’re frozen to the spot.
There’s no fucking way he’s about to do this.
“Four.”
Okay, maybe he is.
You take off at a run, reaching the bedroom door and flinging it open with him hot on your tail.
Your bare feet pound against the hardwood floor and you rush down the hall towards the staircase, making it only two steps down before his strong arm catches you around the waist and picks you up effortlessly.
You wiggle against his hold, kicking your feet and thrashing.
“You’re not very fast, you know.” He teases, tightening his grip on you, his cock straining against his sweatpants and pressing into your backside.
He carries you back into the bedroom, his arm locked around you in a vice grip and tosses you onto the bed as if you were weightless. He tugs his sweatpants down and kicks them off, his cock bobbing with every step as he stalks towards you.
He braces his palms on the bed, preparing to climb up and pin you but you scramble backwards off the bed and take off again. He pauses, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, what-?” he straightens up and turns, watching as you sprint across the room and he frowns, realizing you weren’t going to let him catch you that easily.
“Damnit.” He grumbles, launching himself up over the bed.
He chases you with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom and you rush to shut the door but his hand catches it and forces it open, leaving you completely cornered with nowhere else to turn. “Shit.” You breathe out, looking around for a possible way out. He laughs, a cute and genuine laugh that is just so Bucky, completely betraying the role he was attempting to play.
You cross your arms over your bare breasts and frown. “I’m sorry.” He says, shaking his head. “I- just.. why did you run into the bathroom?” He asks, gesturing around the small room with amusement. “I don’t know!” You huff, your lips pressing into a pout. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“No, you definitely weren’t.” He agrees, swinging his foot back to kick the door shut behind him. “Guess you’re trapped, huh?”
You nod, letting your arms fall away from your breasts. “I guess I am.” You breathe out, your body thrumming with a mix of excitement and desire as your eyes trail down his toned body to land on his fully erect cock. He’s on you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and tossing you to the ground.
You fall hard on your hands and knees onto the plush bath mat, barely able to steady yourself on all fours before he’s on your back, arm hooked around your waist and sinking his cock into your wet, throbbing cunt. You arch back into him, fingers digging into the bath mat and a choked gasp catches in your throat as he pulls you flush to his pelvis, burying himself to the hilt. He snakes his free hand up your abdomen towards your chest, a trail of goosebumps following in his wake, dipping his forehead down to rest against the back of your shoulder. He palms your breast roughly, rolling your peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Bucky..” You whisper, your head falling back.
His forearm tightens around your waist and he releases your nipple with a gentle tug, sliding his hand up to curl around your throat. You moan and wiggle your hips, desperate for him to move, but he holds you still, lifting you up with him as he leans back on his heels.
“I’ll never get tired of this.” He whispers, unhooking his arm from your waist and resting his large hand over the slight bulge in your abdomen. “That’s my cock.” He murmurs, squeezing your throat gently before grasping your jaw and tilting your chin down to look at how he’s stretching you. You whimper and he moves your hand to press down on the bulge of his cock in your belly. “And this is my pussy.” He growls, delivering a slap to your aching clit before he draws his hips back and begins to thrust himself up into you at a steady pace.
A string of soft curses falls from your lips and your head drops back against the crook of his neck, your hand leaving your abdomen and reaching backwards to fist in his hair. “I didn’t realize you were such a freak, baby.” He whispers, his hand tightening around your throat. “I shoulda thumbed through one of your little books sooner.”
His free hand kneads at the flesh of your thigh and he groans, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks up into you. “I- I-“ You stutter, unable to think straight as your head grows dizzy with pleasure. “Oh no, am I fuckin’ my baby stupid?” He asks with a grin, bringing two fingers to tease at your bottom lip. You open on instinct and he slips them into your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as you suck and swirl your tongue around the digits.
“Fuck.” He hisses, pressing his slick fingers to your clit. You gasp, your fingers curling around his wrist as he strokes your sensitive bud, pulling you closer towards your impending orgasm.
“You gonna come, little bird?” He whispers, trying to reference your book and quickening his fingers against your clit. “It’s ‘little mouse’.” You correct, your lips quirking up into a smirk at his admirable attempt. “Whatever.” He hisses, pinching your clit between his fingers and sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure through your body. You choke out a strangled cry as you come, your legs trembling and back arching against him as your cunt clenches around his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He grunts, shoving you forward to the floor and falling to his knees. You scramble forward, his cock slipping from your dripping hole as you try to steady yourself in the dizzying wake of your orgasm.
“Oh no, no you don’t.” He growls, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back towards him. You lose your balance and fall flat, your breasts smashed against the cold tile as he presses his weight down on you, running his cock back and forth along your folds before thrusting back into you. “T-too much!” You whine, squirming underneath him.
“Tell me to stop.” He grunts, knowing damn well you never would. He hooks his forearm under your waist again and angles your hips upward, taking you deeper than you even thought possible.
Choked sobs of euphoria escape your throat as your cheek rests against the floor, dragging back and forth across the tile from the force at which he’s fucking into you. Your limp body shakes uncontrollably as your pussy spasms and waves of ecstacy crash over you faster than you can count them. Your orgasms explode through you like a string of firecrackers as you curse and mumble incoherently.
He pulls out abruptly, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back, moving to straddle your chest while he frantically fucks his fist. He comes with a shout, gasping as he paints your face with ropes of hot, sticky cum. “Fuck.” He pants, looking down at you in admiration as he brushes his thumb along your cheek, gathering up his seed.
He pinches your flushed, sticky cheeks together with his free hand. “Open.” He says softly, slipping his thumb into your mouth when you do. You suckle his thumb, greedily cleaning it with a swirl of your tongue, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. He sighs contentedly before moving off you and rising to stand, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.
“And I had just showered.” You mumble as you take the hand he offers you and pull yourself up on wobbly knees. “Don’t you dare bitch about the water bill when it comes.” You tease.
He chuckles softly and pulls you into him, holding you against his chest with one strong arm while the other reaches out to test the temperature of the water. “I won’t.” He says, stepping in first and gently helping you in after him. He wraps his arms lovingly around you and rests his chin atop your head as the warm water cascades over you both.
“Let’s clean you up, doll. It’s late and we have plans in the morning.” He says quietly, his eyes slipping closed as his hand runs idly up and down your back. You lean back and look up at him with your brows furrowed in confusion. “We don’t have plans tomorrow.”
His eyes flutter open and he grins. “The hell we don’t.” He replies, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squeezing the contents into the palm of his hand. You open your mouth to protest when he doesn’t answer your question but he simply twirls a finger, gesturing for you to turn around.
You sigh, turning your back to him and he begins to lather the shampoo in your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingers. “So what’re these plans?” You ask quietly after a long moment of silently enjoying his hands tenderly working through your locks. He leans forward, his broad, wet chest pressing against your back and brings his mouth to hover beside your ear.
His breath sends a shiver down your spine as he lets out a low, breathy laugh and whispers, “I’m taking you to buy more books.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky doesn't think he deserves to be with you, but gets a little push to speak up when he sees your ex.
Word Count: Over 5.1k
Warnings: E.S.C, unprotected (v)aginal (s)ex (wrap it before you tap it), shower (s)ex, jealousy, (f)lirting, insecurities, slight feels (it's me), idiotic Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?) and an ex.
A/N: For @drabblewithfrannybarnes and the gym prompt. I hope you like it! ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass (and thank you!), and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky wondered some days if he made the right choice by working for S.H.I.E.L.D.. While he didn’t consider himself to be completely standoffish as he recovered, no matter how much Sam tried to joke about that, he still had a difficult time getting along with some of the agents. It wasn’t for lack of trying. He attempted to strike up conversations with a few, but that only led to forced interactions and awkward silences.
He didn’t try much after that.
Maybe they didn’t trust him because of his past, even with the work he had done with the Avengers, even though he had no choice in his past actions. He wouldn’t hold that against them. He was even ready to accept that his circle of friends would remain small, which he didn’t mind.
But he hadn’t expected you to come along.
“You can sit with me if you’d like.”
At first, he thought you were talking to someone else until he realized your gaze was on him. He didn’t recognize you, but he remembered Steve saying that they were getting a transfer from another division. He hoped he wasn’t glaring or giving you an awkward stare, but your beautiful smile threw him for a loop. Unless he was with Steve and the others, no one asked him to sit with them.
But you did.
It took another moment for him to respond, but he took you up on your offer and joined you. He also picked up on the stares right away from the other agents, like they were jealous that he managed to get your attention. He didn’t blame them for wanting it.
Especially since the next smile you gave him made him fall in love a little more.
Maybe love at first sight does exist.
“Do you go by Bucky or James? I can call you Sarge if you want, Sergeant.”
You explained over breakfast that you transferred because you needed a change and were excited to take on some new tasks. He didn’t pick up on any bad intentions as you spoke with him. He found it easy to talk to you. You even got a couple of smiles out of him.
“Thanks for sitting with me. Do you want to have breakfast with me again tomorrow?”
Bucky accepted.
As the two of you grew closer, it became routine to grab breakfast together in the breakroom and chat quietly between reps when you worked out. He even shifted his schedule around so the two of you could exercise together. He looked forward to it.
And naturally on his path to continue making amends, he had to punish himself by thinking he wasn’t good enough for you. Because why would he be? You became an agent to help others and how many had he destroyed? Not by choice, never his choice, but he was still waging that war in his mind and heart.
“Will today finally be the day, Barnes?” Natasha asked as she finished her stretches.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky grumbled, his eyes flickering to the clock on the wall as he waited for you to enter the onsite gym.
“Yes, you do and let it be today, please. I can’t have Rogers winning the pool.”
“You’re taking bets, Romanoff?” he asked with a cold stare, as if the Black Widow would cower under his gaze. “Un-fucking-believable.”
He told Steve in confidence that he liked being around you. So, naturally, Sam and Natasha found out not long after that. Steve said more than once that Bucky wouldn’t be breaking any bylaws by dating you. Natasha added in passing that mixing business with pleasure didn’t seem to bother you as you had dated another agent sometime back before your transfer. An amicable breakup from what Sam heard.
For living in a world of spies and soldiers, no one could seem to keep their mouths shut.
“I’ll split the winnings with you,” she offered unapologetically. “You can use it to take her on a date. You do have something nice to wear that isn’t a Henley, right?”
The smartass remark he had on the tip of his tongue died when you walked through the door. Clad in your normal black tank top and leggings with your bag on your shoulder, he found himself staring the way he always did as you glided along the floor with confidence and a smile. A few heads turned to get a glimpse as you walked by.
But you directed your gaze at him.
“Hey, handsome,” you smiled, setting your bag and water down. You didn’t call anyone handsome or any other sort of nickname, except for him.
“Hi?”
Why did that come out as a question?
“Hopeless,” Natasha muttered softly enough for him to hear. “Hey.”
“Hey, Nat. How’s it going?”
His cheeks warmed as you began your stretches and chatted with the redhead, wanting nothing more than to put his hands on your hips and guide your body. He wanted to believe that you liked him enough for him to make a move. Why else would you keep getting breakfast with him?
And why else were you bending over right in front of him in a pair of leggings that looked like a second skin?
Fuck.
“Oh, I have your book in my bag,” you said, looking at him from between your legs. “Thanks for lending it to me.”
Thank fuck I’m upside down from your angle so you don’t see me staring at your ass.
Guilt crept in as he blinked. You were nothing but kind and accepting and here he was oogling over you. Why couldn’t he get it through his head that he was your friend and nothing more?
On the other hand, why couldn’t he get it through his head that he had the right to be happy?
“Don’t mention it,” he said.
“Do you mind spotting me?” you asked once you finished warming up. “Unless you plan to help Nat. I can wait.”
“Oh, no. I’m just here for entertainment,” she joked.
“Thanks,” you smiled, heading to the first machine with Bucky in tow. “Any plans this weekend?” you asked, checking the weight on the bar before you took a seat.
“No plans,” he said, taking his spot at the end of the bench so he could spot you. “Kind of a boring old man.”
“You’re not boring,” you said, winking as you laid back. “But I’ll give you old.”
“Rude,” he smiled as you giggled. “What about you?”
“Nope. No plans,” you answered, giving him a glance as you set your hands on the bar. “No plans at all.”
Are you giving me an opening?
“That’s too bad,” is what he said.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” you said with quiet disappointment.
Sorry, Nat. Not winning the pool today because I’m a fucking idiot.
Bucky kept stealing glances at you as the two of you went through your normal workout routine, unable to figure out how you managed to look beautiful while lifting weights. The fact of the matter is you looked beautiful to him no matter what you did. He fluctuated between his heart stopping and losing his breath whenever he saw you. Especially when you smiled at him.
And he wouldn’t take that leap.
“You know what sounds really nice? A massage,” you said, setting the weight down to grab your water. He focused on your mouth as you brought the bottle to your lips, his fingers flexing as you swallowed once. Twice.
Are you giving me another opening?
Before Bucky could think of a suave reply, the door opened. A tall, dark haired agent he didn’t recognize walked in and did a slow sweep of the gym. From the quick assessment, he gathered that the guy was in shape. He didn’t necessarily walk through like he owned the place, but it bordered on cockiness.
I don’t even know him, so why do I want to punch his face in?
“Wait. Is that Nate?” you asked, your gaze following the man as Natasha silently walked over to join you. “What’s he doing here?”
Nate?
“You know him?” Bucky asked as the guy, Nate apparently, stopped to chat with someone by the mirrors.
“Uh, yeah,” you said, setting your water down and wiping your hands on your thighs as you avoided his gaze. “He’s my ex-boyfriend.”
Ex-boyfriend?
“You two worked in the same division, didn’t you? Before you transferred?” Natasha asked. You nodded in reply. “It didn’t work out with you two, huh?”
“No, but it wasn’t a dramatic breakup or anything. No hard feelings,” you explained.
Bucky remembered Sam saying it was amicable, but he still felt the need to shield you away from your ex. Even if he hadn’t spotted you yet. Maybe he was ignoring you. That couldn’t be it. No one could ignore you.
Did you want him to notice you?
“That’s a shame,” Natasha said, swinging her gaze toward Bucky. “He’s cute.”
Traitor. Thought you were my friend.
“Yeah, he is,” you agreed.
Bucky grabbed the nearest barbell to get his head back into why he was in the gym in the first place, gritting his teeth so hard he was shocked they didn’t crack.
“And there’s this thing he used to do with his tongue that just…” you trailed off with a sigh.
The metal hand gripped the barbell tighter. Nate was an ex, not a current boyfriend. It didn’t work out for a reason.
“You need a moment?” the redhead asked.
“No, I just need to get laid,” you said, glancing at Bucky out of the corner of your eye.
If you need to get laid, I can help you with that. Not Nate or some other prick. They’re not worthy of touching you. Neither am I, but that’s not the fucking point. I can do things with my tongue that’ll make you see stars.
“Bucky?” you asked gently. “Are you okay?”
Far fucking from it.
“Yeah, I’m good. Why?”
You pointed to the barbell in his hands. “Because you just bent that in half.”
Glancing down at his hands, he saw that the stainless steel was indeed bent in half and ignored Natasha’s snort as he tried to fix it. “I was just testing the durability. It’s terrible. A health and safety hazard, really.”
“I didn’t realize your job involved quality assurance,” you teased as he set the piece of equipment down.
“It’s kind of a new hobby,” he said, a weird look crossing his face.
A new hobby? Really?
“Okay, Sarge,” you giggled.
Your laughter seemed to catch Nate’s attention since he immediately looked behind him. A look of realization crossed his features before he smiled. The look on his face made Bucky’s heart drop as he excused himself from the agent he was speaking to and made a beeline toward you. The man may not be your boyfriend anymore, but he still felt something for you.
Either that or the look of longing was easily faked.
“Hey!" Nate smiled as he stopped in front of you, opening his arms as he leaned in. "Good to see you."
“You, too. And you don’t want to do that,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “I’m all sweaty.”
“Never bothered me before,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. He met Bucky’s gaze over your shoulder with the smallest of smirks. “Smell just as good as I remember.”
“Don’t,” Natasha whispered to Bucky when the hug lingered for a few more seconds.
Bucky wasn’t planning on doing anything. Not right now, at least. Committing murder wasn’t on his “to do” list when he woke up today, but he was seconds away from snapping. Would you forgive him if he broke one of Nate’s bones?
“You must be Bucky,” Nate said once he released you.
He had to stop himself from shoving you behind his back. “You must be the ex,” he said, not bothering with any attempt to be friendly. “Why are you here?”
Nate either didn’t intimidate easily or he didn’t care. “You talked about me?” he teased, nudging you with his elbow.
“No, not really,” you smiled a little, raising an eyebrow at Bucky.
He tried to keep a straight face because he wasn’t jealous. He had no reason to be jealous. That certainly wasn’t the reason why his fingers began to twitch. Wasn’t the reason he wanted to knock Nate’s teeth in.
Not at all.
“To anwer your question, I accepted a transfer and was getting a look around the place. I was also here to exercise, but now I think I want to catch up,” he smiled, turning his attention back to you.
“You transferred here?” you asked in disbelief.
You don’t sound thrilled, which is a good sign, right?
“Yeah, I got promoted,” he explained, angling his body to put distance between you and Bucky. “You doing anything after this?”
“Me,” Bucky said before his brain caught up with his mouth.
Maybe you didn't hear me.
Your eyebrows shot up as you leaned around Nate to stare at Bucky. "I'm doing you?" you asked.
Fuck, you heard me.
"Yeah, Barnes. Is she doing you?" Natasha asked without a hint of humor in her tone as Nate glared over his shoulder.
"I mean," he cleared his throat as he tried to think of an excuse, which wasn't easy with three pairs of eyes on him. "She's hanging out with me. Movie night."
"It's not even nighttime," Nate said skeptically.
"It's an early movie night," he grumbled.
"Yeah, an early movie night," you agreed slowly. Bucky almost sighed in relief before you looked at Nate. "But we can catch up later, okay? Think my workout is over for now."
Bucky's mouth fell open when you went to grab your things. "But-"
"Movie night. I know. Thanks for your help," you smiled, but it seemed forced. "I'll see you later, Nat. And Nate."
"Later," Nate said, his gaze lingering as you headed toward the locker room. "She really is something, isn't she?"
"Yeah, she is," Bucky agreed, staring after you, too. He couldn't argue with that.
"It's really nice that you two are friends," Nate smiled, clapping Bucky on the shoulder as his blood boiled. "Enjoy your movie night."
Natasha stepped in front of Bucky before he could go after the prick. "Do not," she said as Nate headed toward another machine.
"I have to do something," Bucky said because he was close to losing it.
"You really want to do something?" she asked, tilting her head toward the locker room. "Go talk to her. Please."
"Fine. I will," Bucky said, stepping around Natasha as he made up his mind.
"I meant when she was done!" she called after him.
Bucky stalked toward the locker room and pushed the double doors open. He took a breath as he walked through the first row of lockers and spotted you sitting on the bench. Was he making a big mistake?
"You lost?" you asked, removing one of your shoes.
He crossed his arms and shook his head as you took off the other shoe. "You didn't do a cool down."
You met his eyes and smiled. "That's why you came in here?"
"Did you know Nate would be here?" he blurted out.
Smooth.
You blinked slowly at him before you removed your socks. "Nope. And why would it matter if I did? He still works for this organization. Besides, we broke up and moved on."
"If he moved on, why was he smiling at you like that?" he accused.
You stood up with a shrug. "Because we get along? He's a friendly guy. That's just how he is."
"I know how guys smile at girls they like," he said. He knew because he smiled at you that way. "He's still into you."
The frown you gave him made him want to kiss it away before you giggled. "He is not into me anymore."
"Are you two going to date again?" he asked, taking two steps forward. You were still out of his reach. "I know I don't have the right to ask, but I have to know."
Because you're not my girl.
“No, you don't," you confirmed, your gaze softening as you shook your head. "But no, I’m not going to date him again. He's my ex for a reason and that's that."
Bucky inhaled and exhaled slowly, able to breathe a little easier.
"Why? Would it bother you if I did? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were jealous. Bending the bar? Your not-so-subtle excuse for me not to hang out with him? Following me in here?"
The words got stuck in his throat as you waited for an answer, an expectant look on your face. Why was it so hard to say that it would bother him? It shouldn't because if that made you happy, he'd respect that.
Was it wrong that he wanted you to be happy with him and not some other guy?
You hung your head for a split second before you turned back to your locker. "Look, are you done grilling me or are you sticking around?" you asked, pulling your top over your head. "Because I have to shower."
"You think I won't follow you and finish this conversation?"
Your bra came off next. He knew that because you tossed the garment at his face and he was too stunned to catch it. It took him a moment to realize that you were facing him again, your breasts on display as you placed your hands on your hips.
A gentleman would have looked away. A good man would have left. But he was something else entirely and he couldn't stop staring at the vision of perfection in front of him.
"You're free to do whatever you want," you said casually as you spun around and shimmied out of your leggings. His eyes followed the curves as your underwear came off next and it took everything in him not to throw you across the bench and fuck you until you screamed his name. "But I told you. I have to shower."
Bucky didn't speak as you grabbed your towel and shower bag. You didn't bother covering up as you sauntered away from him, like being naked around him was a perfectly normal thing. He wanted it to be a normal thing.
Was that an invitation? Should he take it? Or was it a test?
"Fuck it," he mumbled as he kicked off his shoes and stripped, leaving his clothes next to yours as he searched for you again. If you ended up screaming or punching him, he'd accept that punishment and beg your forgiveness later. He let this go on long enough.
He froze when he saw you under the spray of the water, his cock twitching with interest as he watched the droplets slide from your chest to the vee between your legs. You had your eyes closed and he wasn't sure if he should call out to get your attention. He didn't want to frighten you and make you fall.
You gasped when you opened your eyes, but didn't make a move to cover yourself. He imagined this is what some men saw when a siren lured them out to sea. Beauty that they weren't worthy of looking upon, but too far gone to care as the tide swept them away.
"I guess you really want to finish that conversation?" you asked, your gaze dropping from his face to his chest and a bit lower.
Under your gaze, he wasn't afraid of you looking upon his scars. "I was jealous. I am jealous. I hated seeing him touch you," he admitted.
He wanted to replace Nate's touch with his own.
"There's nothing to be jealous of," you said, swallowing as he moved forward.
"Can't help it," he said, not blinking as he moved closer. "You also said I could do whatever I wanted."
"I did," you nodded.
His wide shoulders blocked some of the spray as he stepped into the shower and backed you against the wall. "What if I said I wanted to do you?"
Very fucking eloquent.
"I'd say it's about fucking time since I've been trying to get your attention and it better not be a joke," you said, placing your hands on his shoulders as your gaze went to his chest again.
You actually want me. Fuck.
He grasped your chin and lifted your head. The corner of his mouth twitched like he wanted to smile and his heart raced as his lips ghosted over yours. "You like me? And you want me to fuck you?"
He needed to hear you say it.
"I was hinting for you to ask me out this weekend. I thought it was obvious?" you asked, a small, vulnerable crack in your voice. "I like you, okay? I'm crazy about you. I have been since you sat down and had breakfast with me that first day and I-"
"I'm a fucking idiot," he whispered before his lips met yours.
His head spun as he kissed you unashamedly, unleashing the want he kept pent up for too long and showing no mercy as he swallowed down the moan you let out. His hands slid down to grip your ass, capturing another small sound in his mouth as he slipped his thigh between your legs. Now that it was out in the open, that you wanted him, he couldn't stop himself.
Unless you told him to.
"So, you like me, too?" you breathed out as he pressed kisses along your neck, your nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust his knee against your wetness.
Gonna lose my fucking mind when I'm inside you.
"So much that I wanted to break Nate's fingers. Or his face," he told you, nipping over your pulse, but careful not to leave a mark. "Want you to forget all about that thing he does with his fucking tongue."
"You up for the challenge?" you teased before he growled.
"Up for it?" he asked as he slid a hand up to your chest, his thumb brushing over your nipple as you whimpered for him. "I'm gonna ruin you. That's a fucking promise."
"Do it. Please," you begged, bringing a hand down to brush your fingers along his thick cock. "Ruin me."
You already looked overwhelmed with pleasure, your eyes half lidded and mouth parted as Bucky moved his knee away and brought one of your legs around his hip. He wanted to fall to his knees and get a taste, but he'd claim you later with his tongue. "Not letting you go if I have you," he warned you, helping you stroke him.
"You better not," you said.
Bucky could've put his fingers under the water, but he brought them to his mouth to wet them before he slipped it between your legs. "You'll be mine," he said as he teased your hole.
"I'm already yours," you gasped as he carefully pushed a finger in and thrust slowly.
"Are you?" he asked, brushing his lips against your jaw as he slid a second finger in. "Fuck, you're tight. You may kill me."
"Yes, I'm yours. And I won't kill you, but I'll make you sorry if you don't fuck me," you huffed impatiently.
He chuckled as he removed his fingers, missing the heat of your body. He understood not wanting to wait any longer. He fucked his own hand enough nights as he thought of you to know that it wasn't enough.
"What if someone walks in?" he questioned, sucking his fingers clean with an obscene groan.
I can convince you to take a day off just to eat you out, right?
"I don't care!" you cried, your voice echoing in the stall as he moved the tip of his cock along your folds. You canted your hips as you tried to take him in and, fuck, if that didn't feed his ego. "If you don't fuck me, I swear I'll- AHH!"
He groaned as he slid home in one thrust, his eyes fluttering shut as your velvety walls gripped him like your life depended on it. He took a deep breath so he didn't lose it on the second thrust. Your perfect pussy was his new home. He never wanted to leave.
"Fuck, baby, you're so needy. I think you want everyone to see that you're mine now," he groaned as he caressed your thigh and drove in deep. Your cunt welcomed each slide as he kept your hips still with his other hand. "Gonna fuck you so hard you won't walk for a week. The way I should've from the start."
"Don't hold back," you moaned, clenching lightly around him. "I can take it."
Bucky couldn't remember ever fucking someone so possessively. "Pussy's even better than I imagined. Made for me. Made for me to wreck."
"Fuck, yes," you cried in response. "Touched myself thinking of you fucking me."
"You fucked your perfect pussy thinking of me?" he asked, imagining your fingers deep inside you. "Moaned my name?"
"Yes," you replied, biting your lip. "Fingers aren't as big as you."
Fuck. There's only so much a man can take.
"Look so beautiful taking my cock. Gonna be so good to you," he grunted, his wet hair falling in front of his eyes. If he had to guess, he probably looked unhinged. Feral. Out of control. "Not letting you go."
Instead of looking afraid, you reached up and lightly threaded your fingers through his hair as your leg shook against his hip. "I won't let you."
He kissed you, almost delirious as the rush of pleasure began to take over. You took his hard, fast thrusts, the symphony of your cries and his moans adding to the sound of wet, slapping skin. Later, he'd make love to you, kiss over every square inch of your beautiful body. He'd tell how crazy he is about you. How you made him happy again.
For now, he needed you to scream his name for the whole gym to hear.
"I'm close, Bucky," you panted into his mouth. "Please."
He doubled his efforts, thrusting so hard he lost his breath with each snap of his hips. "If you're really mine, come. Come for me."
You nearly sobbed his name as you quivered around him, a wave of wetness coating his cock as he kept up his pace and fucked you through your orgasm. "Good girl," he praised as you went limp in his hold.
It was a beautiful sight. Your dazed expression, your cunt clenching with a fresh wave of wetness as you whined. A fucking vision.
"I'm gonna…" he warned, his muscles tensing up as he got closer to the edge.
"Come in me," you begged, tightening around him again. "Please, I need it."
Fuck.
Bucky spilled hot and thick inside you with a guttural moan as he let the ecstasy within him explode, relieved that you didn't make him leave the haven of your body. He was careful not to crush you against the wall as he tried to catch his breath and process that what just happened was real. It wasn't a dream or fantasy. He had you in his arms under the warm water.
Could've had this ages ago if I spoke up.
His lips found yours, his kiss softer than the previous ones. He wasn't sure how long he held you like that, but it was everything he dreamt of and everything he denied himself. He wouldn't do that again.
"You okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No," you smiled, your breathing still a bit tagged. "And I think I can still walk."
He growled playfully as he rolled his hips, thankful that he had the strength to keep holding you up. His stamina was good for some things. "Come to movie night and I'll make sure you don't walk. You did say you needed to get laid."
"I did say that," you smiled, nipping his bottom lip. "I'll do a movie night if you take me out on a real date."
"This weekend since neither of us have plans. I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't take care of you, right?" he asked, kissing the corner of your mouth to avoid your surprised gaze.
Pushed my luck this far. I can go a bit further.
"It's a date," you smiled.
Bucky smiled back as he reached over to shut the water off, wishing he could blame the warmth for the blush in his cheeks. "Sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass."
"I forgive you," you said, your nose nudging his.
"I just wanted you to have better," he whispered.
You deserve the best.
You blinked away the leftover pleasure that lingered in your eyes. "What? You're already the best guy I know, handsome. No one is better than you," you said, the sincerity in your eyes making his heart twist. "I know you'll be the best boyfriend for me."
Thank you.
"Well, as the best boyfriend, I think I owe you one more orgasm before we go," he smirked, his hands roaming your body. "If you're up for it."
"I'll take whatever you give me," you said before you smirked back. "But maybe I should thank Nate since he's the one who got your head out of your ass."
"Don't you fucking dare," he said, kissing you breathless before you could say his name again.
Bucky was your boyfriend now and the only name he wanted to tumble from your beautiful lips was his own. He'd do whatever he could to make that happen. And be the man you deserve.
Natasha watched from the corner of the gym as you and Bucky emerged from the locker room minutes later. You had stars in your eyes and Bucky looked over the moon. Your legs wobbled slightly and the soldier easily slid an arm around your waist to steady you and walk you out. He even threw Nate a smirk and a wink when he got a glimpse of the two of you.
The redhead messaged the group chat for the bet once the two of you were out of sight. "Locker room. I won."
"What? I was so close!" Steve messaged back.
"Cheater!" Sam sent. "I know you got her ex transferred here. Don't deny it."
"I did not get him transferred. I just knew and didn't tell them he'd be here today. I expect my payment at dinner tonight."
The redhead put her phone away as she tried not to smile. Bucky just needed a push and she wasn't afraid to play a little dirty. But she'd keep her word and split the winnings.
The two of you deserved a nice date, after all.
Oh, Bucky. Whatever will we do with you? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
I wish I could snuggle with Bucky. I don't want to get up. 😭
I didn't want to get up today either, nonnie!
Five More Minutes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky doesn't want you to get out of bed. Truthfully, neither do you.
Word Count: Over 600
Warnings: Cuddling, fluff, feels, mention of sex, mention of nightmares, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: We all deserve cuddles. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Your home was quiet as your eyelids fluttered, your mind telling you to wake up as your body protested. It was early, still dark enough that light didn’t peek in through the curtains. You couldn’t risk going back to sleep though since it wouldn’t be long until you had to get ready for the day.
Fingers moved down your arm when you tried to sit up. You managed to grab your phone in case your alarm went off, but didn’t move otherwise. The hand curled around your waist and pulled you close after a moment, your back against a warm chest. “Five more minutes,” Bucky whispered against your shoulder.
Every morning was like this. You tried to get out of bed and your boyfriend found a reason for you to stay. It felt like a dream some days waking up beside him. And once you knew what it was like to fall asleep in his arms, there was nowhere else you wanted to be.
“I have to get up soon,” you whispered after glancing at your phone, silencing your alarm. He wrapped his body tighter around yours, kissing the juncture between your neck and shoulder. And being comfortable in his embrace at the moment, you nuzzled your head against the pillow and stared at the window as it began to get lighter outside.
“Five more minutes,” he said again, his voice like gravel as he wrapped his arm tighter around you.
He had a list of excuses for keeping you beside him. Some days he wanted the extra time between your legs. Morning sex didn’t have much of an appeal to you until Bucky walked into your life. Waking up with his hair or scruff tickling your thighs as he had a taste or to him prepping you for his cock was like an erotic sunrise just for the two of you to share. He could’ve asked you to have sex every hour and you would’ve found a way to make it work.
Other days, he needed to hold you after a nightmare kept him up. Those mornings, he buried his face in your neck to inhale your scent and kept a hand on your chest to feel your heartbeat. He didn’t like to talk about the horrors he endured and he only let you see his blue eyes when he knew he wouldn’t cry. When a tear did manage to slip out, you silently kissed it away. Your lips wouldn’t heal his wounds, but they would provide love and comfort.
“It’s already been five minutes,” you pointed out.
“Because five isn’t enough,” Bucky said, turning you in his arms to face him. “It never is.”
“What if we only had five minutes left in this world? Are you telling me you’d spend it in bed?” You asked. It was too early for a deep question like that, but the words already left your mouth and he would humor you at the very least.
“If I’m beside you, yeah,” he answered easily, bringing your hand to rest against his chest. “Only place I want to be.”
You searched Bucky’s face in the dim light as your heart swelled, seeing warmth in his smile and tenderness in his eyes. You knew it was a day that Bucky wanted to keep you there for no reason at all. Your bodies close to keep each other warm, occassional kisses and smiles. Intimacy that didn’t involve sex. Just being with each other. Those moments meant everything to you.
And you could wait a bit longer to start your day.
“Okay, Bucky,” you whispered as your lips found his. “Five more minutes.”
How do we manifest this? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary: You're under the weather, but Bucky still makes you smile.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Fluff, a touch of angst, sexual innuendos, flirting, slight feels (it's me, okay), reader has a cold, roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?).
A/N: Some Stud and Smartie fluff for you lovelies now that I'm free! ❤️ @blizzspeaks sent me this ADORABLE TikTok video, found at the end of the post, and I had to do something with it. Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics . Moodboard and banner by yours truly.
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Bucky knew something was off before his shift ended. He couldn't put his finger on what was wrong exactly or shake the weird feeling. It wasn't a "danger" instinct, but he tensed up when the image of you shimmered in his mind.
What's wrong, Smartie?
He checked his phone once he clocked out and felt a bit of relief when he saw a message from you, asking if he could pick up some soup on his way home.
"Soup?" he wrote back.
"Yeah. Chicken noodle soup sounds good. 😋"
If I had spidey senses, they'd be tingling.
Bucky got the soup and went home as quickly as he could. He expected Alpine to greet him or to hear you call out to him when he walked through the door. What he heard instead was the sound of you coughing, followed by a sneeze. Putting his wallet and keys on the table, he quietly walked toward the living room with the soup in hand.
The sight of you made his heart twist.
You had a blanket draped over your legs and you still had on the same hoodie he left you in before he went to work. You wiped at your nose with a tissue, letting out another small cough as you tossed it in the small bin beside the couch. Alpine sat close by, her eyes following your every move.
No wonder he felt tense. His Smartie wasn't feeling well. What the hell could he do to fix it?
"Stupid cold," you muttered before you looked up from your spot and smiled. "Hey. How was your day? You got the soup?"
"Don't 'hey' me," he said gently as he rushed over and pushed the coffee table back. Once he had enough room and set the soup down, he crouched down to get a better look at you.
"I look terrible, don't I?" you joked, your voice cracking as he searched your face.
"Never, doll," he said.
Even under the weather, you look beautiful.
"Bucky, I'm fine," you said as he placed his hand against your forehead. You didn't protest when he looked behind and grabbed the thermometer from the table. "I had a slight fever, but it went down."
"You had a fever?" he kept his voice soft to let you know he wasn't upset with you.
He was, however, upset that you were clearly not feeling well and didn't tell him that when you asked for soup.
"Yeah, I had a fever," you replied when he checked your temperature and sighed in relief that it was normal.
"But you're coughing? Sneezing?"
"Don't forget the husky voice," you said, gesturing to your throat. "Does that turn you on?"
Can't deflect today, Smartie.
"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"
"Because I'm fine."
Bullshit.
"It's just a cold," you added.
Still bullshit.
You pouted when he continued to stare at you. "Because you would've rushed back here if I said I wasn't feeling well."
Before he could open his mouth to confirm that, yes, he likely would've come home, your eyes welled up with tears.
Fuck. Fuck. No, please, don't cry.
"And we're supposed to go on a date this weekend and I," you stopped talking so you could turn your head and cough into another tissue. "I feel bad that I'm sick. I can't be sick. I can't have this stupid cold."
Bucky set the thermometer down to wipe your tears away. "It's okay if we have to reschedule. If we do, you have no reason to feel bad."
Movie and pizza nights didn't change once you started dating. Neither did game nights. But he wanted those romantic moments, too. No one deserved them more than you. And romantic intentions aside, you consistently kicked ass in your classes and he wanted to spoil you for doing such an amazing job.
"I don't want to reschedule," you argued as his thumb brushed another tear away. "I bought a sexy dress and everything."
You'd look sexy in a burlap sack.
"We still have a few days. Maybe it's a 24 hour thing that'll clear up. And you could always model the dress here," he said with a hopeful smile.
His smile fell when more tears began to fall. You hated being sick and he knew how much you were looking forward to your date. He didn't want you to feel guilty if it didn't work out. He'd reschedule every weekend if it meant you were healthy.
"You'll break my heart if you keep crying," he whispered, framing your face as he kissed your forehead.
"I'm sorry," you whimpered with a sniffle.
How can I make you smile? What can I do?
Alpine purred as she rubbed against your side. She was no doubt trying to cheer you up, too. She didn't like either of you being upset.
"Please, stop crying?" he asked, his lips wet as he kissed your cheek.
"I'm trying," you said, sniffling again.
One of the things he loved about you was that you did your best to make him feel better, no matter the circumstances. He wanted to do the same. Making you smile was the first step.
"Okay," he sighed, straightening up and cracking his neck. "You're really gonna make me do this."
"Do what?" you asked, raising a brow in confusion as you wiped your nose.
"Bust out my secret weapon."
"As much as I love your cock, it won't cure my throat pain," you smiled a little.
A small smile. We're getting there.
"Not that weapon," he winked, tapping his thigh twice and holding out his arms for Alpine to join him when you snorted. "We'll call this target practice."
His cat looked reluctant to leave your side, which made him proud, before she jumped into his arms.
"Target what?" you asked.
Bucky didn't answer as he tilted Alpine to the side, as if he had a gun in his hands. He ran his hand down her fur, made a "chh chh" sound, and aimed so she was facing you.
"MEOW!"
It wasn't his intention to start laughing before you, but between the adorable, surprised look on your face and the perfect timing of the "meow", he couldn't help himself. He let Alpine go as he bent down, trying to compose himself. You began to laugh, too, and grabbed your chest. Your entire face lit up as the apartment filled with the happy sound.
There it is.
His laugh died down when you began to cough again. The slight wheeze made his eyes widen as he sat beside you. "Fuck, are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face as he threw an arm around your shaking shoulders. He wanted to cheer you up, not send you into a coughing fit.
"Y-You can't," you said, alternating between more giggles and coughs as you pointed to your water. He didn't hesitate to lean forward and grab it from the table. He felt worse when he handed you your drink and saw the fresh tears in your eyes. "Can't make me laugh that hard right now."
"I'm so sorry," he said.
I'm a fucking idiot.
"Are you kidding?" you smiled after taking a large sip and dropping your head on his shoulder. "I needed that laugh."
So, I'm not a fucking idiot.
"You sure?" he asked, smiling when Alpine jumped up and stretched across both of your laps.
"I'm sure. Plus, soup and cuddles will make me feel even better."
"I'll get a tray," he offered, but you grabbed his shirt before he could move.
"Cuddle for another minute, please?" you asked, his heart twisting again when you gave him a pleading look. "Unless you're worried you'll catch this."
Bucky pressed his lips against the top of your head. "Not worried about that. I'll cuddle for another minute and then you need to eat your soup, okay?"
"Okay," you sighed, snuggling closer.
"And next time you feel sick, please, text or call me. I don't care how small you think it is or if I can't get to you right away, I have to know."
"But your work-"
"YOU are my top priority, always," he said fiercely, tightening his hold on you. "You know that, right?"
I'm doing something wrong if you don't see that.
You sniffled and he was sure it had nothing to do with your cold. "I know. And you're mine, too, Stud.'
"I know," he smiled tenderly. "So, what will you do next time?"
"Call or text you," you replied. "But you have to do the same. None of that macho 'I'm big and beefy, so I got this' kind of stuff," you added.
He chuckled, glad that your humor was still present. "You got it."
"Thank you for always taking care of me," you said.
"We take care of each other," he reminded you.
You hummed in agreement as you rubbed the top of Alpine's head. "And that was a cool trick you taught her."
"Thanks," he smirked when you glanced at him. "You sure you don't want to see my other secret weapon?"
"Is it considered target practice if you shoot down my throat?"
"I have great aim and I'm willing to test that theory."
You laughed, and coughed, again as you smacked his face with a pillow. It was worth it to see you smile. Being sick or having a bad day, it wasn't easy to go it alone. You didn't have to do that with him around. And even though he couldn't take your cold away, he'd stay by your side until you felt better again.
More to come from Stud and Smartie soon. Love and thanks! ❤️
Warnings: smut, a more dominant reader than I’m used to writing, pining!Bucky, all of the good stuff, second hand embarassment
A/N: so… this is a gift to @navegandoaciegas. She gave me the idea for the Graveyard series ending, and that actually inspired me to keep working on that fic that was supposed to only be a oneshot and then became the pride of my eye. I hope you don’t mind that I’m dedicating this to her 😅 It also allowed me to explore some new kinks that might be appearing thanks to her writing and so really, I felt like this had to see the light of day. But really, if it weren’t for @world-of-aus, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog and @awesomerextyphoon‘s support, I probably never would have had the courage to publish it, so thank you guys so much!
Summary: Bucky is a little desperate for some alone time during one of Stark's parties, and ten minutes is all he needs.
Word Count: 2.2k (no mention of Y/N)
Warnings: Profanity, drinking, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism (bathroom at a party), MINORS DNI!
A/N: I kinda took a break from writing because I had a lot of unfinished fics, but I'm slowly starting to get back into it. And thank you for 300 followers on here! I can't believe there's that many people of you who actually like my writing :)
Masterlist
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“That’s gotta be what, your sixth drink?” You giggled, watching as Bucky polished off another glass, “don’t you wanna slow it down a little?”
With a smirk, he set the empty crystal on the countertop. “Worried I’ll have too much and do something to embarrass you, sweetheart?”
“You could never embarrass me, James,” you rolled your eyes, “and you also can’t get drunk.”
“S’not gonna stop me from trying,” he grinned, “now come here..”
Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you into his side before you could give an answer. Not that you minded – you didn’t need an excuse to be as close to him as possible. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the heavy aftershave that he wore. It was your favourite scent. The musk from it mixed with the spice of the whiskey on his breath as it fanned across your cheeks. It was intoxication in the best way possible, superseding the several glasses of liquor that you’d consumed yourself.
“There is something else, if you think you can handle it.”
In your own little bubble, it was easy to forget that the two of you weren’t alone. Breaking your gaze away from Bucky, you saw one of your teammates making his way over to you with a delicately engraved bottle in his large hand.
“Hi Thor,” you smiled politely, “what is that?”
He held the bottle up proudly. “Asgardian liquor, the finest brewed there. It puts everything here on Midgard to shame.”
“I bet.” You chuckled.
“I’ll take that as a challenge.” Bucky grinned, stepping away from you momentarily to join Thor and some of the others in a round.
You folded your arms across your chest as you shook your head. The super soldier serum might stop his body from reacting to alcohol in the typical way, but it did have a particular effect on Bucky. You couldn’t help but notice how he always seemed to get that little bit more handsy with you. Maybe it was a placebo effect, or maybe that was just an excuse to keep you close to his wandering hands.
Either way, barely twenty minutes had passed before your observation was proven true.
Your shoulder leaned against the back wall as you watched Steve and Tony play pool when Bucky joined you.
“Where’ve you been?” he murmured, “I was looking for you.”
His metal hand drifted up your side, tracing the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath to graze your hip. The metal raised goosebumps on your warm skin, and you shivered further back into his arms.
“Bucky, stop… what if someone sees?” You whispered.
Bucky didn’t ease up, rubbing soft circles on your hip as he drew you in closer. “It’s okay, nobody’s looking at us.”
You glanced around. The loud music masked your hushed whispers, and the addition of Thor’s Asgardian liquor had worked wonders on the team of superheroes. With all of their defences down, no one had noticed the way the pair of you had sidled off to the side.
“We shouldn’t risk it.” You whispered, reaching for his hand and stopping it in its tracks.
“Let’s get out of here, just for a little bit,” he leaned in, pressing his lips to your jaw. The gentle ghost of his breathy murmurs in your ear sent your heart racing, “ten minutes, that’s all I need.”
“Are you really suggesting that we hook up in the middle of the party?” Your head tilted in a mixture of curiosity and surprise.
“Why not?” Bucky pouted. His lips looked so damn kissable when he did that. The thought of giving in, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth in a frantic need to satisfy the urge that you were starting to feel right now was starting to not seem like such a bad idea.
“Because…” Your voice trailed off in search of a compelling reason. Even the slightly hint of doubt would signal a dead giveaway to Bucky that you were more than willing to give in. And the worst part of it was the stupid grin on his face that told you he knew this too.
“Because?” He taunted, his smirk growing wider.
“Because…” The agitation in your voice grew as you struggled.
Bucky chuckled darkly, letting his right hand meet his other at your waist. He turned you slightly, until your back was against his chest. Grip tightening, he pulled your hips back into his. Pressed flush against him, you became all too aware of the way his tight, muscular body felt against yours. And that wasn’t the only thing.
“Bucky, are you-“
“Painfully.” He whispered, leaving another soft kiss just below your ear. Your head fell back to rest against his shoulder. Lips parting, a quiet whimper escaped from them. Bucky tucked a curl behind your ear to lean in better, “What was that that I just heard, hm? You can resist all you like, doll. But your body’s betraying you.”
He was right of course, but you bit your bottom lip anyway in an attempt to prevent yourself from letting another sound slip. The more you tried to hide your growing desires, the more Bucky persisted. His hand slid down your hip to the hem of your skirt. He played with the material, gently grazing his fingers across the back of your thigh that was now exposed to him. Instinctively, your legs clenched as he dared to venture higher.
Bucky chuckled under his breath. “Bite your lip all you want. But what are you gonna do when you start to soak through your underwear and all over that pretty outfit of yours?”
Your face burned red as your gaze immediately fell downwards. Searching the front of your dress as discreetly as you could, your shoulders relaxed when you found that you hadn’t. But your reaction alone was enough to let Bucky know that you considered it a real possibility.
“Did I have you worried there for a second?” he mocked, “You know I’m right. Come on… ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes.” You said through gritted teeth.
“Yes ma’am.” He smirked, gripping your hand and pulling you out of the room.
It was a wonder that you made it to the bathroom at all. His hands were everywhere. Running through your hair, on your waist, cupping your cheek. But yours were the same, only pulling away just long enough to fumble with the bathroom door. It pushed open, and you both crashed through.
With a hand on his chest, you pushed him back to lean on the door. His eyes widened in at your sudden control, but who was he to stop you? Ripping the hand towel down off the rail by the sink, he dropped it to the floor to cushion you as you sank to your knees in front of him. You toyed with the zipper of his jeans, slowly pulling them and his boxers down in one as you pressed soft kisses to each inch of his bare skin that you exposed.
Bucky let out a tormented groan from the back of his throat as your tongue teased up to the head of his cock. He looked down at you and nearly buckled at the sight. Your hand gripping his thigh, hair messy and lipstick smudged. He watched your wet lips twist into a soft smirk that was so close to wrapping around him.
“When you said painfully, I had no idea this is what I’d done to you.” You cooed, innocently sliding your palm up and down his length.
Bucky hissed at the sensation and reached out to tilt your face up to look at him. His fingers were firm on your cheeks. “We’re down to nine minutes. You gonna keep talking with that sweet mouth, doll, or do you want to put it to good use?”
He didn’t have to ask twice. His tip grazed the back of your throat in one smooth motion. But you didn’t let it rest. You moved your head back and forth, letting your tongue trace over every vein. Bucky’s hand slid up from your jaw to cup your cheek, pulling you further around him as he met your movements with shallow thrusts. His view of you faded as his eyes squeezed shut, revelling in the overwhelming pleasure you were bringing him. The two of you might’ve set a time limit on this brief rendezvous but fuck he could let you go on like this forever.
Head falling back against the door with a soft thud, he growled. The animalistic sound ripped through his gritted teeth as he tugged your head back and off him. Pre cum lingered on your lips as you licked them clean.
Reaching for your hands he helped you to your feet and wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He walked you backwards until your bumped into the sink. Reaching for your thighs, he lifted you up to rest on the countertop. Your skirt slipped and bunched up around your waist as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned in, nudging himself between your legs. Gentle whines slipped out from your trembling lips as he brushed over your wetness.
“Bucky…” You begged softly.
“I know, baby, I know,” he murmured, sliding your underwear over to one side, “seven minutes.”
Bucky pushed his hips forward to meet yours, burying himself completely in you. His head dropped to the crook of your shoulder and his lips met your neck. Your arms curled around his broad back, scrunching up the material of his shirt as you clung desperately to him. Soft grunts from him reverberated up into your ear as he pulled out of you only to get sucked right back in by your tight cunt. With one hand on your hip and the other on the edge of the sink, he kept you in position to take it all. Every stroke inside of you had you clenching down around him. His knuckles turned white as his fingertips pressed harder into your skin with each sharp thrust.
“Such a good girl, letting me fuck you with all our friends in the next room,” he muttered between delicate nips at the skin just below your ear, “and you had the nerve to act like you didn’t want this just as much as I did.”
Your hands moved up through his hair and down to the sides of his face as you leaned in, lips met his in a needy fashion. The kiss that followed was all-consuming, swallowing any quiet moans that might give the pair of you away. But shallow breaths slipped out here and there as Bucky rolled his tongue over yours in passionate frenzy.
He pulled on your hip until your body slipped closer to the edge of the sink, and you let out a small gasp. As Bucky’s lips parted from yours, he smirked at the fucked-out haze that glazed over your eyes as his cock rutted up deeper inside of you. As he quickened the twitch of his hips, your thighs tightened around his waist.
“Keep that up, and I won’t be able to pull out, doll.” He grunted softly.
Your brows furrowed as your head leaned back in a wave of pleasure. You weren’t listening to a damn word he was saying right now. Bucky’s hand left your hip briefly to tilt your head back to him.
“Is that what you want? Want me to fill you up and fuck it back into you hard enough that it doesn’t leak out for everyone to see?”
Too out of it to verbally respond, your thighs gave him a light squeeze and answered for you. Bucky’s hand let go of your face and reaffirmed its position on your hip as he then set a ruthless pace. Your head slipped forwards to rest on his shoulder. Burying your face in the crook of his collarbone, your moans vibrated against his throat, driving him crazy. You let your body go limp in his hands as he worked to bring you both a release that the pair of you desperately craved.
Two more thrusts was all it took to bring you both over that delicious edge. His metal hand nearly snapped a porcelain chunk out of the counter with how hard he was gripping it when he came. But you were only the same, with your thighs shaking and breathing heavy. You fluttered around him with every beat of your heart, squeezing every drop of come out of his cock that he had to give you. He lazily rocked his hips a couple more times, coating every inch inside of you.
Bucky’s hands released your body from his tight grip as he gently brushed strand of messy hair out of your face, but he kept himself seated.
“You can’t tell me that wasn’t worth it.” He breathed.
Your pink cheeks pinched into a soft smile. “Maybe it was.”
“Maybe, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, not hesitating to lean into your neck.
“What are you doing?” You giggled as you felt his gentle kisses.
“What? I’ve still got one minute left.” He grinned playfully, trailing kisses up your cheek now as well.
“Bucky.” You whined, feeling his cock teasingly plunge deeper inside of you. Your sensitive body could barely handle any more.
“Fine,” he smirked, and slowly eased himself out of you, “but when this party’s over, I’m done holding back.”
This is the masterlist of all of the stories that can be read as continuation of both somewhere only we know and put it all on me.
The main difference between the two is that in somewhere only we know, reader is best friends with bucky and steve, who are married. In put it all on me, reader is a new recruit and bucky and steve are just dating.
Some stories will make minor references to some of this specificities, but if you’re able to overlook that, all of them can be read in both storylines.
I’m always open to ideas of other stories that expand on these universes, so if you have any suggestions, just send me an ask!
Like the back of my hand
The one where Bucky and Steve explore your praise kink.
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don’t do that, kids. be responsible), slight begging, (kind of unjustified) jealous and possessive Bucky, reader being a bit murderous (but nothing too expicit). I think that’s it.
A/N: This thing’s been on my WIPs forever and I finally finished it. Yay me! Pls, don’t let it flop, I’m pretty proud of this one. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.
There is no reason for this. No one asked for it. I have a ton of other things to work on. This is just self indulgent and I hope you all enjoy it!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky tried his best not to lose control, but a man can only take so much.
Word Count: 2,277
Warnings: Possessive behavior, it’s really just porn.
18+ Please!!!
This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own!
Bucky always tried his best to stay in control. After suffering for so long at the hands of HYDRA, losing himself was something he never wanted to experience again. It wasn’t good for him or anyone else. Meeting you tested that and more.
This is a request from the ever lovely @breakablebarnes, who wanted a Bucky fic (originally Mickey Henry but we all know I only write Bucky lol) set to FMRN by Lilyisthatyou and daaaaamn what perfect song.
Send any comments, requests, and/or suggestions my way! 🥰
Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @everything-burns-down @shadytalementality @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily 💘
Warnings: Dom Bucky, teasing, use of "good girl"
"I got this achin'
and itchin'
to be
in submission.
I got this
burning desire
to set you
on fire..."
A loud laugh erupted from the group of guys sitting across the room from you, making you look up from your drink. Sam, ever the entertainer, stood amongst Steve, Scott, Clint, Tony, Rhodey, and Bucky, telling them the story of his first meeting with "Tic Tac"- his nickname for Scott. You sat at the bar with Maria and Wanda but the conversation you'd been sharing with them faded out as you stared at Bucky, unable to tear your eyes away.
Bucky was your boyfriend and you saw him everyday, but sometimes you were still awestruck by just how fucking hot he was. He stood there in tight, dark wash jeans and a black tshirt that fit his body perfectly. His leather jacket had come off a few hours ago, exposing his strong, metal arm and putting it on full display. You watched as he laughed at Sam's story and absentmindedly raked a hand through his hair before licking his lips and pressing the opening of his beer bottle to his mouth. He took a long sip and swallowed slowly, savoring the taste. You felt a pressure rising in your chest as you watched him, almost salivating at how effortlessly sexy he was.
"Hey, everything alright?" Wanda asked, noticing how quiet you'd gotten.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm good."
Quickly, you pulled out your phone and fired off a quick message to Bucky:
"FMRN"
You watched as he reached for his phone and checked the message you'd sent containing the codeword the two of you had come up with. His eyes scanned the room for your face and once he finally found you, a devilish grin spread across his lips. He typed out a message and hit send before putting his phone back in his pocket and rejoining his conversation.
"Coat closet. 3 minutes."
Arousal leaked out of your cunt at Bucky's words and you had to take a deep breath to keep yourself together. Casually, you excused yourself from Maria and Wanda, making your way nonchalantly toward the large coat closet at the end of the hall.
Excitement rose in your chest as you waited for Bucky to join you, but three minutes passed, and then four. At minute 5, the door finally open and Bucky stepped in.
"Three minutes, my ass" you quipped.
"You clearly know nothing about me if you thought I wasn't gonna tease you a bit..."
You rolled your eyes at him in the dim light, playfully resisting his attempt to pull you in for a kiss.
"I think you forgot that the 'RN' in 'fuck me right now' stands for 'right now', Barnes".
He gave a low chuckle before gripping your wrists and pulling you into his body, letting your hands rest against his muscular chest. You pressed needy, messy kisses against his neck, letting your lipstick smear against his skin.
"What's got my girl so worked up tonight, huh?"
You pulled away, looking him deep in the eye to answer his question. "You, Buck. You're just...hot. Ugh, I couldn't stop staring at you..."
At your confession, Bucky let his teeth sink in to the tender skin of your neck, loving just how desperate you were for him.
"Goddamn, now that's what I like to hear" he whispered against your skin, letting his hot breath give you goosebumps. He leaned down and snaked a hand slowly up your thigh, slipping his fingers underneath your dress and pulling down your underwear. His eyes were dark with lust as he stuffed your lacy panties into his back pocket, making sure you knew who you belonged to.
Before you knew what was happening, his strong hands gripped the backs of your thighs and hoisted you upward, pressing your back against the nearest wall. Your legs wound tightly around his hips as he leaned in and kissed you with desperate urgency, leaving you breathless. Your hands found his hair and gave it a tug, causing him to grind into you even harder. He swallowed the moan that threatened to give away your position before pulling away and looking at you with lust-crazed eyes.
"Gotta be real quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?"
With a laugh, you shrugged at him, unsure if you could actually be quiet while he fucked you. At your unsatisfactory answer, Bucky set you down and placed a hand on either side of your head, boxing you in against the wall.
"Wanna try that again, doll?" he muttered darkly.
"Yes. I-I can be quiet for you" you whispered, a smile teasing at the corners of your lips.
"Good girl".
Without hesitation Bucky grabbed your waist and spun you around pressing your chest up against the wall. You heard him undo his jeans and shove them downward, causing your breath to catch in your throat. His hands gripped your hips and pulled them toward him, angling you perfectly.
A gasp left your mouth as you felt him teasing the head of his cock at your entrance.
"Fuck me ri-" was all you managed to say before he plunged his cock into you with abandon, making you take every inch at once. A loud, rogue moan slipped out of your throat until it was cut off by Bucky silencing you with his hand. He leaned in close to your ear, letting his breath warm your skin.
"Stay quiet for me, sweetheart, or I'll edge you all night".
That statement alone was almost enough to make you come right there, but you took a deep breath and nodded, promising him you'd keep it together.
He'd been still ever since you'd made that sound, and it was killing you. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, driving you crazy with every second that passed.
"Please, Buck" you whispered at a barely audible level, "move".
"Oh, my girl's desperate tonight..."
With that, he pulled out almost completely before drilling back into you, forcing the air out of your lungs. He pushed himself as deep into you as he could, letting himself bottom out completely with every stroke. He pulled at your hips, changing the angle and forcing himself even deeper. He knew he was hitting your spot with every stroke, happily driving you crazy right before his eyes. He watched as you bit down on your bottom lip in an attempt to keep yourself from being too loud, to no avail. One of your hands reached up to cover your mouth, making Bucky tsk at you.
"That's cheating, baby" he whispered as his strong hands grabbed both of your wrists and held them securely behind your back. Being completely at his mercy made the pressure in your chest build even more, and you were sure you couldn't last much longer like this. You managed to keep quiet until one of Bucky's hands wound around you and found your clit, tracing circles over it. A quiet, strangled sound left your lips as you tensed your jaw to keep yourself silent.
"Let's see you come for me, doll. Know you want to. Come all over my cock-quietly".
With a few more quick circles from Bucky's fingers, you were pushed over the edge. You shuddered and gasped as your orgasm overtook you, rolling through you seemingly endlessly and making your lungs burn for oxygen as you struggled to remain quiet. The mere sight of you wanting to scream with pleasure- but completely unable to- made Bucky's thrusts sloppy until he finally came. He grabbed a handful of your hair as he surrendered to the sensation, letting himself fill you completely.
As the aftershocks washed over you, your knees felt weak and you almost stumbled, causing Bucky to wrap his arms around your middle to steady you. He pulled you tightly against his chest and left light kisses down your neck as you caught your breath.
"So good for me, baby. You're always so perfect for me."
He turned you around and pressed a kiss to your forehead before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your thighs still trembled as Bucky cleaned you up using your own underwear, shoving them back into his pocket with a wink once you were tidied up.
Once you were both dressed, he brought a hand up to your cheek, stroking your skin lightly with his thumb. "I love you for a lot of reasons, sweets," he murmured with a smile, "but this codeword idea of yours is fucking genius."
his submissive side, which comes out occasionally, happens when he's stressed and nothing cures it better than you.
"fuck, sweetheart. oh god, go faster..." he whimpers. oh, and how pretty it sounds coming from his kiss-swollen lips. he whimpers repeatedly, the noises falling out of his mouth like a broken record. despite being a leader in almost all situations he catches himself in, he doesn't mind you taking the lead when you're fucking. he'll let you do just about anything, whether it be edging him until he's begging you to let him cum or overstimulating him until he can't form a coherent sentence.
and when he finally does cum, his eyes express more love than words his mouth could ever say. glossy blue eyes gazing at you in gratitude before he says: "thank you, baby. thank you for letting me cum, felt s'good.."
but his dominant side is far more complex. he doesn't go easy, nor does he let you take the lead in any way. he'll fold you in half over the counter and fuck you right then and there. but he's not always that cut and dry. if you've been bratty, too damn bad if you want to be stuffed full. he'll finger you until you've got mascara stains all over your face from the overstimulation. or, more appropriately for your behavior, he won't let you cum for weeks.
"you gonna do that again, huh? bet you will. you just never fuckin' learn."
Hii if you're taking drabble requests something fluffy with our fav supersoldiers? Maybe Stucky asking out the reader, but being a little nervous and shy?
Thank you 💟
Took a few liberties with the request but I hope this still fits. Hope you like it! Last one for today. It's midnight for me now. lol.
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Warnings: some flirting, an innuendo or two, all just silly fluff really,
Word Count: 1.1K (nope. i still haven’t learned what a drabble is)
The moment you stepped out of the elevator and the team could see you approaching through the glass walls of the conference room, Steve and Bucky slowly rose to their feet to stare open mouthed at you. Bruce and Tony said they were bringing in another tech expert but you were nowhere near what they expected. You walked with such confidence and with your chin slightly tilted up, each step an assurance that you knew exactly who you were and how skilled you were at what you do.
They were Super Soldiers, Avengers with a unique reputation that followed them, but they were immediately intimidated by you. They thought for sure that there was no chance in hell that you would give them the time of day. That was until you saw Tony and Bruce as you approached and your whole face just lit up into a warm smile.
Neither Steve nor Bucky had ever seen anyone they thought as beautiful as you. Never have they felt so drawn to a single smile or felt this compulsion to get to know you. You already had them hooked around your finger and you haven’t even looked at them yet.
They didn’t even know your name yet.
Natasha and Wanda saw the whole thing and shared a conspiratorial look, lips curling mischievously and eyebrows rising in a silent agreement. They were the ones who had pushed the two to admit their romantic feelings for each other and this created a deeper friendship among them. With this friendship, the two men admitted not long ago that although they were over the moon happy with each other they couldn’t help but feel like something wasn’t quite right. Sometimes they felt like something was missing.
They may have just found it.
“You know, Wanda,” Natasha said, clearing her throat. “I miss how gentlemen back in the day always opened the door for you.”
“You’re right,” Wanda answered, trying to hold back her giggles. “Men don’t do that enough anymore. Girls still like that.”
It took every bit of strength to reign in their laughter when they saw the men snap to attention and scramble to get the door for you. The usually graceful and extraordinarily coordinated couple were tripping over their own feet to get to the handle in time.
Steve beat Bucky by a hair and he was grinning cheekily at his pouting boyfriend until your sweet scent invaded their senses as you came through the open door. If they thought your smile was pretty earlier then it was downright hypnotizing up close.
“Thank you, Captain Rogers.”
Bucky let out a small groan, silent enough that only Steve could hear with his advanced senses. Steve agreed with the sentiment. God, he could listen to your voice all day. You extended a hand to him and his breath hitched with his nerves as he took it.
“I’m Y/N.”
“Steve,” he managed to stutter out his name, the heat rising up his neck.
You giggled as you held his hand just a bit longer than appropriate and it was all he could do not to fall to his knees for you. “Yes, I know. Pleasure to finally meet you.”
You turned your easy demeanor to Bucky then who, at the sudden attention, puffed up his chest and put on his best 40s charmer smile as he shook your hand. He was trying to appear confident to you, but all that bravado flew out the window the moment he felt your skin against his.
“Nice to meet you too, Sergeant. You gotta let me take your arm out for a spin some time.”
He choked.
“For science of course,” you said with a wink.
Bucky almost fainted.
You spun away from them to greet Tony and Bruce, embracing each of them in a hug. You were excited to be working with them on a more permanent basis instead of just consulting here and there. You chatted with them for a bit more after you were introduced to the rest of the team.
“Nat, don’t gentlemen also pull out chairs for you? Vis does it for me. I think it’s sweet,” she said, casually continuing their conversation.
Natasha pretended to ponder over it, sneaking a glance to make sure Steve and Bucky were listening. “Oh yeah. The old school way is still the best way to woo a woman. Makes her feel extra special.”
This time Bucky beat Steve, pulling out a chair for you and stealing the seat next to it for himself. Steve scoffed as he sat beside him, rolling his eyes at his triumphant grin. The next three hours were spent discussing various new tech and improvements which after the first 30 minutes got really uninteresting for the rest of them. They began to break off into their own conversations as you discussed intently with Tony and Bruce.
The two girls were endlessly entertained at how the famed Captain America and the notorious Winter Soldier alternated between fawning over how beautiful you looked talking passionately about your field and arguing in whispers on how best to ask you out on a date.
“She’ll freak out if we both ask her out,” Steve said. “I don’t want to scare her away.”
“Are you suggesting that only one of us date her?”
“Don’t be an idiot. Of course not,” Steve said immediately. “I just don’t wanna overwhelm her. Maybe we should start as friends first?”
“Yeah we’re not pulling a Steve Rogers this time, pal. That never worked out well,” Bucky snickered as Steve frowned. “I don’t even know what to say to her. I can’t just outright ask her to marry us right?”
Steve snorted. “You could barely get a word out.”
“Like you were any better? Your face is still red as a tomato, punk.”
Steve lowered his head and he snuck a sheepish look at you, his signature boyish grin coming up more shy than usual. “I can’t help it, Buck. She makes me nervous with how pretty she is.”
Bucky leaned back on his seat with a soft chuckle as he stared longingly at you too. “Sharp as a whip too. She makes me nervous too, Stevie.”
“Oh for fucks sake,” Nat grumbled and threw her hands up. “Hey, Y/N!”
You swiveled in your chair to face them, your eyes glinting with amusement because the two men sitting behind you weren’t being as quiet as they thought they were. You were thrilled and incredibly flattered.
“Yeah?”
“You interested in going out on a date with these two fossils?” she deadpanned much to the visible horror of said fossils.
“Both of them?”
“They come as a set,” Wanda added with a giggle and a scrunch of her nose.
“I don’t know.” You hummed as you thought about it, chewing on your lip and leaving the two soldiers holding their breath in anticipation. “Would you both like that?”
The loud resounding yes coupled with enthusiastic head nodding had you full on laughing at how adorably sincere they were. How could you have possibly said no?
