bucky barnes is soooo loud in bed he can’t help it…after decades of nothing he’s just super sensitive and needy. can definitely picture him trying to pull you away multiple times a day to have sex. love him sm.
im so sorry this turned into a stucky moment too😭
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Bucky Barnes was a man of few words outside the bedroom—quiet, calculated, the Winter Soldier’s ghost still lingering in his silences.
But in bed he was so loud.
Desperate, broken-open sounds that spillled from him like he’d been holding them in for decades.
Which, of course, he had.
It started innocently enough that first morning back at the safehouse.
You and Steve had barely finished coffee when Bucky’s hand found your waist, tugging you back against his chest with that needy little whine already building in his throat.
“Missed you,” he murmured, lips brushing your neck.
But the way his hips rolled forward, hard and insistent against your ass, said more than words ever could.
Steve raised an eyebrow from across the kitchen, smirking, but didn’t stop him.
None of you could ever really stop Bucky when the hunger hit.
Within minutes, he had you both in the bedroom, clothes half-shoved aside because he couldn’t wait.
You ended up on your back with Bucky between your thighs, Steve’s hand tangled in Bucky’s hair, guiding him down.
The first slide of Bucky’s cock into you dragged a shattered moan from deep in his chest—raw, helpless, loud.
His head dropped to your shoulder, metal arm braced beside your head as he rocked forward again, another broken sound tearing free.
“F-fuck—so warm,” he gasped, voice cracking. “Missed this. Missed you squeezing me like that—ahh—”
He was already trembling, oversensitive from years of nothing but cold and silence.
Every thrust punched another cry out of him: high, needy whimpers when you clenched around him, guttural groans when Steve leaned down to bite at his shoulder.
Bucky tried to muffle himself against your neck, but it was useless.
He couldn’t stay quiet.
Not when you felt this good.
Not when Steve’s fingers joined the rhythm, pressing into him from behind and making Bucky’s whole body jerk.
You loved it.
Loved how he fell apart so easily now, how the Soldier’s control shattered the second pleasure touched him.
You rolled your hips up to meet him and Bucky sobbed, hips stuttering.
“Too much—please—don’t sop, don’t—”
Steve chuckled low, voice rough with affection.
“Easy, Buck. We’ve got you.”
By the time he came the first time—shaking, loud, spilling deep inside you with a wrecked shout that echoed off the walls—Bucky was already trying to catch his breath for round two.
He didn’t get it.
You and Steve traded a look and gently pinned him down instead, taking turns drawing more of those delicious sounds from him until he was a sweaty, oversensitive mess between you.
That was just breakfast.
By lunch, he was pulling you into the hallway closet like a man possessed.
“Just need a minute,” he lied, voice already breathy as he dropped to his knees.
His mouth was hot and eager, tongue working you open while he moaned around you like you were the one doing him a favor.
Every little hum and whimper vibrated through you until you were gripping his hair and coming with his name on your lips.
Bucky followed seconds later, untouched, grinding against your leg with a muffled cry.
Steve found you both there, flushed and half-dressed, and simply shook his head fondly before dragging you to the couch for round three.
Bucky rode him slow and filthy, head thrown back, moans pouring out unrestrained—Steve’s name, yours, curses in at least three languages.
The neighbors probably hated you.
None of you cared.
Afternoon found him cornering you in the laundry room while Steve was on a quick supply run.
Bucky bent you over the humming dryer, metal hand gentle on your hip even as his thrusts grew frantic.
“Can’t—fuck—can’t help it,” he panted against your ear, voice cracking on every other word. “Been empty for so long. Need you. Need to feel you—oh god—right there—”
He came so hard he nearly collapsed, legs shaking, loud enough that Steve heard him from the driveway and came running—only to join in the second he realized what was happening.
Evening blurred into night.
Dinner was abandoned halfway through when Bucky pulled you into his lap at the table, grinding you down with soft, desperate noises.
You ended up on the floor, Steve fucking into Bucky from behind while Bucky buried his face between your thighs, moaning and licking and whimpering the whole time.
Every time you praised him—
“Such a good boy, Buck, so loud for us, let us hear you.”
—he’d shudder and get even louder, until the room was filled with the wet sounds of sex and Bucky’s broken, beautiful cries.
Later, when the three of you finally collapsed into bed, tangled and sticky and sated (for now), Bucky curled between you like he belonged there.
His voice was hoarse from use, but he still whispered, almost shyly,
“Didn’t mean to be so… much.”
You kissed his temple, Steve’s hand stroking down his back.
“We love you like this,” you murmured. “Needy. Loud. Ours.”
Bucky’s breath hitched, a tiny needy sound escaping before he could stop it.
His cock twitched against your thigh, already half-hard again.
“Give us ten minutes,” Steve teased, grinning.
Bucky groaned, hiding his flushed face in your chest, but his hips rolled forward anyway.
“Can’t help itt,” he mumbled, voice muffled and already thickening with want. “Missed feeling alive.”
You smiled into his hair, fingers threading through Steve’s where they met over Bucky’s waist.
The Soldier had decades of silence to make up for.
Lucky for him, you and Steve were more than happy to let him be as loud as he needed multiple times a day, every day, for as long as it took.
“Scrawled right there in huge red letters, pockmarked by brick dust and written over a dozen different bits of paper as well the wall, was the word DISOBEY.”
Art inspired by Memory by emilyenrose. Read it and weep.
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