The Temptress
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Themes: Chubby Bucky Barnes, Themes of Sexual Abuse and Fluff-Smut fest. 18+ Only!!!!
Note: This is a different take where the reader uses her bodily wiles for missions. If you are not comfortable with such a theme, then please do refrain from reading sweetie! Please do comment and reblog!
Summary: You are the Temptress, luring your enemies with your tempting wiles and seduction for top tier secret missions. Even though loved by every single one on your team, not one of them liked that your body was being used for mere missions, especially love sick Bucky. But that didn’t stop him from liking you with all his chubby plumpy heart.
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“I see my target and ready to set the bait."
"Okay Y/N, you know what to do."
Another lavish party. Another champagne in your hand. Another revealing dress. Another man to seduce.
Was there anything more to your life?
It was all simple today. You had to get this scruffy beefcake called, oh wait you didn't even bother asking his name, to fess up if he is a Hydra mole or not.
With a tantalizing sway of your hips, gliding gracefully towards the man was enough to garner his attention. All you had to say was a sultry hello and he immediately shoved away the three taut men who had his attention.
Trace your fingers on your collar bone and bat those eyelashes while you shamelessly ask for his name. He will fall on his knees till you get his name imbibed.
It worked like a charm.
After the pleasant salutations it took the expected turn: He kept blabbering about his wealth, his power and your most favourite: I've had countless ladies around my arm but none like you baby. But you waited patiently till he would be nothing but a whimpering mess in the cloakroom.
As you kept mindlessly handing him over glasses of champagne you slyly took over his mind with your charm, his desires and pheromones now playing at your fingertips. He neared you closer, taking in your scent and this was when you knew, this man is now pliant to your every command.
But you couldn’t help but smile when you heard the growl of a familiar avenger over the comms. Bucky Barnes.
You weren't alone of course. Steve and Sam came with their dates, Natasha and Wanda. Bucky decided to pull off a lone wolf, the mysterious assassin. No one would dare ask him why he came alone to a party without a date in his hands.
It is still a wonder how you ended up here. 20 years back you were a Hydra experiment; a toy. Now you were an Avenger.
Yes, you were labelled as "The Temptress" but the team never liked using you for your wiles. But when times get desperate and there was no way to go about it, Fury would assign you on extreme sensitive cases and you'd offer yourself like it never meant anything. The confidence and your boldness baffled every team-mate. Your body, your control – it was just a job. But just sometimes in the corner of your heart, you couldn’t help but think if you had no other use to life.
Only Bucky Barnes knew how you exactly felt even though you never told him.
And right now he couldn't stop growling as he sees your feigned giggles drop out of your sweet mouth when the bastard pulled you away privately.
"You're gonna break that jaw of yours, Buck."
"Nah punk, the only jaw that’s going to break is that scruffy bastard if he does anything more than she wants to."
Metal arm whirring Steve knew he couldn't do anything but follow them to the cloak room. He knew what was about to happen - the mole will lay an arm on you and you will willingly take it as you charm him to give you all the intel possible.
Wanda almost guffawed through the gap in her door; for you had the best resting bitch face of the century. She admired your boldness but hated the sight of the asshole over you. She realized the intensity of the mission then, one public allegation against this man and the whole mission would collapse.
Steve, Bucky and Wanda strategically stood outside, their enhanced abilities helping them to hear behind the thick dark wood doors. Nat and Sam were ready to attack anyone that seemed to know what was unfurling.
Bucky could hear the sounds of those sloppy kisses and he wanted to do nothing but rip the man's head from his body and throw it away deep down into the sea to the sharks.
"Buck, calm down please."
The slow silence from inside confirmed Bucky that you were doing what you were officially called for.
You waited for the right second and when you did, all you had to do was place one of your captivating kisses to his forehead when he was perfectly intoxicated with the right amount of alcohol and pheromones that you raised.
He was putty.
His dilated pupils gave you the answer- he is in your intoxicated trance. His heavy head fell onto your shoulders, your lips just hovering above his ears. Easy access for hoarse whispers that never fail on gullible men.
Bucky, Steve and Wanda went into full attention as they heard you do your tricks.
"Michael honey..."
"Y/N... I want you, baby."
"But I want something too, Michael. B-but I don't think you can tell me."
A cute innocent stammer? Check.
"I'll tell you whateva' ya' want baby. Let me be inside you-"
"Shhh Michael, not until you tell me what I want honey."
"Really?"
“Yeah, baby. You think that sexy brain of yours can tell me that?"
"Mmhmm yes."
"Who sent you here baby?"
"Mmhm 'twas Rumlow..."
Just like that in your two-minute window span, you made him fess up the most details of his aliases and allies inside the operation. An intel your team received, that Stark Industries had major Hydra moles at the top management who were able to get through clear cut security checks. Hence the reason you were here.
"Yeah honey? Then what baby, what did he want...explain to this little dumb baby..."
Just when his trance dissolved and got what you wanted, you pushed him to the floor ungraciously. Wanda came in the right moment playing with his mind to walk back into the party like nothing ever happened; with a feign memory about you in his arms...
You stormed out of the bathroom door with no expression and stood in front of Steve, "I think we got what we wanted Captain."
Bucky's heart sank for he saw a red bite on your neck and he just didn't know what to do. He still is, actually will never be, accustomed to these missions.
“That’s great Y/N. You did well.”
“You still baffle me with your tolerance my darling.”
“I wanted to punch that fucking face of his.”
“Are you okay Y/N?”
Steve, Wanda and Nat’s statements didn’t hold much weightage as much as Bucky’s question. He always asked you about your wellbeing first, not even caring if the outcome was successful.
You ignored the praises of your three friends, “Y-yeah Bucky. I’ll be fine.”
Nothing more was said as you walked away from the party premises, making your own way back to the compound.
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After missions like these, you always preferred to be left alone.
You were the Temptress as long as you wore flawless makeup, revealing clothing and delicate lingerie. Once they are peeled off of your body when you step into that shower, you become Y/N.
No, not yet actually.
You would still be the Temptress until step into the hot shower and vigorously rub off the lingering touch of your target and his scent till your skin began to burn in irritation.
Then you became Y/N.
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Bucky can't sleep on such nights.
You being beautiful was just an add on for him to be honest.
In such nights when you offer your body for a mission even though he knew the whole team hated themselves for allowing it to happen. He also knew that you weren’t ashamed but proud to use your body to get things done. You were so fucking bold and undeniably sexy, but it hurt Bucky a lot for a good reason because after these missions you tended to embrace solitude; he genuinely liked you to spend time with you on such occasions, but he wouldn’t dare to intervene in your private space.
The first time he met you was when he came back from Wakanda from rehabilitation. A new crew member they said, surprisingly with past shared experiences. He was very hesitant to make new acquaintances but with you, everything fell into place. Every moment spent with you felt like a calm breeze for Bucky.
But at the same time, he was plagued with a heart-wrenching thought how a kind-hearted, graceful woman like you was going to like a beefy, chubby man like him. It could have been the Wakandan medicines, but his belly was growing no matter how many fitness tests he passed; he even believed his body was a temple that was to be respected but he couldn't help but resent his pudge at times.
A sharp knock on the door removed himself from his self-pity thoughts. He was very pleased to find that he was interrupted by you.
Bucky could just melt into a goo. You always looked the same after these missions, a baggy shirt borrowed from Steve that came right above your knees, hair tied up high messily, face with no signs of makeup and your trademark dry skin from your infamous post mission steaming shower that took out the compound’s entire hot water. He felt concerned because of how tried and worn out you looked.
Was he happy that Steve only saw you as a sister? Yes. But was he envious that she wore his shirts as comfort? Hell ye-
"I know you must be tired BB but I kinda ran out of my moisturizer. So can I borrow yours?"
That's how you both started getting to know each other, over a goddamn bottle of Bucky's favourite Vanilla scented moisturizer that you found in a local drugstore. Scared it's going to be taken away from the market, you always bought it for him; 2 bottles a month. Apparently, it helps Bucky with the scars in his bad shoulder when they can get really hot and itchy.
Bucky didn't have to scuttle around; his room was minimal and neat. All he had to do was open his second drawer from the left and then came striding towards you. "I have like 4 bottles left; you can keep this."
"Thanks BB, have a good night."
Bucky loves your nickname for him. He knew you were referring to his first letters but according to Wanda and Vision, it sounds like baby, which is also a term of endearment apparently.
But Bucky also didn't miss how your stomach rumbled as you walked away without any small talk.
He hesitated to reach out to you because he'd never done it before but now, he was going to do it.
It was about time.
"Hello Y/N. It appears Mr. Barnes has kept something in your threshold just 20 seconds back. Might I advise you to take a look?"
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Your rumbling tummy did not miss the aroma of hot food even before opening the door.
You bent low and picked up the warm tray towards your bed, the food neatly covered with similar sized plates. A bowl of white sauce pasta, two triangle sized toasted bread, a side dish of three little nuggets, your favourite flavour of pudding and a handwritten note.
I promise doll, I cooked all this...okay maybe not the left-over nuggets. Don't let me hear ya tummy rumblin again. - B.B.
So what did Bucky do, you ask?
His first gesture.
To show that he actually fucking cares.
Because no one else knew, nobody knew how you didn't have the energy to eat after such missions. But the warmth of the food and the kindness radiating from the tray in front of you, made you gobble the entire thing; and you couldn’t stop smiling like a lovesick idiot. No one in these two decades made you feel special like Bucky Barnes.
How could you not like Bucky? The way he smiles when you remotely say anything to him, his nose scrunches when he gets annoyed with Sam’s bickering, the way he meticulously ties his hair into buns while his muscles flex, or your favourite – when he stretches his arms so wide you can see his chubby tummy peaking out. You could go on like a lovesick dame in the 1800s too.
There was no man like Bucky, and you liked him with all your heart.
Did I mention you forgot to read the postscript on that note?
P.S: There's chocolate milkshake in the fridge waiting for you.
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Your next mission came in a couple of days - a follow up to the party one. The second Hydra agent was in a hotel who's name you couldn’t even pronounce. French names, right?
But this time it almost took the wrong turn because Bucky was never informed of it and decided to crash into your little sting operation. Steve realised how antsy he got when the nature of the missions involved you seducing a man, because Bucky was always on edge. So, he best decided not to tell his best friend.
He almost ruined the operation. He would have been benched for 3 months’ worth of missions if he hadn't barged into the luxurious bathroom late.
Steve and Wanda were already in the process of sending the man into another hypnotic stage right before sending him to Fury. Bucky took a few seconds realising you must have finished what you were here for. He wanted punch Steve at first, but then he saw you.
Oh, for heaven’s sake he was a goner.
As you rested in the gold encrusted luxurious bathtub, his eyes trailed on to everything he could capture over you. Like a nymph, you stroked your wet hair, in attempts to get rid of the unnecessary knots. He didn't fail to notice a heavy litter of dark bites on your neck, a sight he hated no matter how confident you were with your body.
He was a melted man when your gaze fell on him. Your eyeliner was so sharp it could cut his metal arm, mesmerized how it didn’t smudge with the water around you. He also realised you were bare, with little beads of water sticking onto your collar bone. When you looked up to him, he couldn’t help but glumly smile at your surprise. Realising he was looking at you shamelessly for too long he hurriedly looked around and came near you to hand you a fluffy bathrobe with his gaze lowered.
You knew Bucky would come for you even though you wanted him to come, Steve was firmly grounded about Bucky’s absence.
"Help me put it on BB."
His eyes never lowered. Never. You stood up from the bathtub, as naked as the day you were born waiting for Bucky to help you out. He looked into your eyes with adoration, and you returned a smile. You found it a bit cruel to play such a trick, but you even checked if Bucky would do that one-second eye drop to your exposed self. Every man you ever knew did that.
But you were wrong. Bucky would never. He just kept looking into your eyes.
“I missed you today,” you whispered.
He extended an arm and pulled you out, looked into your doe eyes and wrapped the robe around you and then made you turn away to tie it up. He didn’t know what to reply to you, but you on the other hand were able to put two and two together to figure out what he was feeling.
“You're not like others Bucky, I appreciate everything you do for me.”
“You mean like those vile, bastards who love to feed on women or our buddies who really don’t say anything?”
Bucky thought if he was being too forward with you but his silence was invited with your smile. Such a god sent gift Bucky was. You could sense the aura of possessiveness which was directed at you. He always means well to you. Always.
You were deep down happy at Bucky getting angry for you, but you tried to change the topic. “I never got to thank you for the food you gave me the other day.”
Bucky didn’t know what to do with his hands when you stepped forward, into his little space. You looked at him with such purity, oh my angel. But he couldn’t resist, the fingertips of his hands, grazed your cheek; Bucky caught hold a wet strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear.
“Why do you do this doll?” With pain in his voice, he asked you, “why do you do this? I've been on missions with you, you're such a fuckin efficient field agent and you know that.”
He stuttered, because he knew he was close to saying how you don’t have to offer your body for such missions and operations when you have people like Hulk, Wanda and Sam. He could go on. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t because then he’d sound like some sexist prick. But he also knew you could read minds, not as powerful as Wanda but you always caught upon Bucky’s aura.
You came up to him close, pressed your palm against his rough stubble (Bucky couldn’t feel his heart; he thinks its throbbing so fast it could beat the speed of light).
“We're both the products of Hydra. You went to rehab and I didn’t. You know how fucked up I am right?”
“I was brainwashed Y/N.”
“So was I!”
His hands gripped your wrists when you mentioned Hydra and it felt so right to intertwine your fingers with him. “You know this Bucky…I have been ruined by men and I didn’t even know all that time how my body was violated, because of their lust, their arrogance. I had no control. But now? Now I have the power over them, to control their vicious carnal desire to my and only my fucking advantage and there is no better way to redeem the small part of insanity that lurks over me. You know that you understand this better than anyone right?”
Bucky would tear up if not for Steve and Wanda lurking out. (Or in reality they left, realizing you two were talking something.) He did know about your past, just as you knew his. Fuck, what you said made sense to him but not at the cost of your…
“But you’re not alone Y/N!”
A mutual tear dropped down each of your cheeks- maybe because of their current state or how much they yearn each other for various reasons. Bucky never experienced gentleness until when your hands on his cheek, followed by a soft peck on his stubble.
“You’re a good man Bucky.”
With that you left Bucky behind alone with his racing thoughts.
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But why did Bucky's opinion about you mattered the most?
Why do you do this doll?
But you’re not alone!
Scrubbing your skin through the shower, his voice plagued your head the entire time. Maybe you weren’t alone after all.
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It took him a while to process the image before him. You in his red Henley, face shrunk in concentration as you plated the mac and cheese Bucky loves so much. Obviously, she’s cooking something for herself. Bucky bloomed into a smile when you looked up at him.
Whatever you do, it’s your choice and I’ll be there to support you, he wondered.
“I’m cooking for us, if you don’t mind?”
Of course, he forgets that you can read thoughts.
“I hope you don’t mind Bucky. Steve said it was laundry day and I asked Sam for his shirts, but for some reason he gave me your Henley.”
Oh
Sam knew the gargantuan crush the beefy soldier has for you and the crush you have for the dude with a cybernetic arm.
He neared you, not missing the significant whiff of your vanilla skin. He was too anxious and giddy to reply, instead just nodding to every question and request.
“Mac and Cheese, your favourite right?”
Bucky shrugged with pretense like he didn’t care that you remembered his favourite food, later to realise how silly he must’ve sounded. “Yeah, I mean who doesn’t like Mac and Cheese?”
You giggled at Bucky’s nervousness but quickly eased the situation by pushing the food in front of him. In the dim lights of the dining room, the both of you ate in a comfortable silence, asking recipe tips from one another and Bucky thanking you for the scrumptious food.
“You’re not mad at me?” asked Bucky, addressing the elephant in the room.
“I could never BB, why do you think so?”
“The conversation we had a couple of hours back. I didn’t mean to overstep, and I wanted to apologize”.
“Don’t worry about it yeah?” you whispered, placing a hand on his thighs gently for reassurance. “Thanks for looking out for me BB.”
After a couple of giggles while washing the dishes together you both decided to sleep for the night. “Thanks a lot doll. This is probably my last mac and cheese for the year.” You shot a questionable glance to which he said, “I’m getting fat Y/N…I have to uh start eating lesser.”
“Hey, don’t say that,” you stopped what every you were doing and placed your hands over his, you eyebrows scrunched up in seriousness, “You will eat as much as to your heart’s content no matter what.”
“That will make me even more undesirable doll.”
“No, it does not,” you cup his cheeks now, eyes intensely onto each other. Bucky can hear your racing heart and he can’t hear his, “there just you know… a lot more of you to like then.”
You still remained cupping his cheek, breathing intensifying, while you scuttled to him closer. You were waiting for your lips to smack his gently but Bucky interrupted-
“Can I kiss you?”
You froze for a second because no way you didn’t think Bucky would want something that you wanted. But he misunderstood the silence and made him hyper, “Or maybe not. We don’t have to kiss. Maybe after a date or two if you think I am your type”.
Nope. You weren’t waiting that long. You leaned towards him to cut off his ramblings, his chapped lips slowly softening with yours. You hesitated for a few seconds when you realised, he didn’t reciprocate but immediately put your fears to rest when he tugged your closer to kiss you back.
Both of you let go only for you two pull him into the empty living room to continue what you started.
Bucky sat on the couch and you slowly sat over him, asking if this was okay and he was ready to give you another hungry kiss. Both of your hands traced each other, giggling when you felt Bucky’s cool metal arm over your skin. When it felt right both of you stopped kissing and gazed into each other like any rom com you would’ve stumbled over.
“I want to go slow babe. I want to learn to love every single thing about you.”
Bucky agreed. He wanted the slow pace too - to savour every single moment with you.
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The Hydra mission was coming to an end. One last man to take control over and you could take that vacation you wanted. You had plans of going somewhere isolated but maybe this time you could take Bucky with you if he were really into it.
All evidence sprightly pointed to Rumlow and you couldn’t wait to knock him down once you apprehended his last ally.
Ever since that night, unconsciously you started spending more time with Bucky. Coordinating gym schedules, movie nights, sneaking into each other’s room for cuddles and tender kisses and cooking each other your favourite meals of the day. It wasn’t a while when the team got to know about your shenanigans when they caught you feeding each other spoons of Nutella on the kitchen counter.
Everyone especially Steve was the happiest for you. He was the one who rescued you on a mission when Bucky was in rehabilitation in Wakanda. To see you happy along with his best friend, his pal Bucky made him the happiest man alive.
“If he hurts you, I won’t hesitate to punch that jerk.”
“Wait till I whoop your ass in training punk!”
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This time Bucky wasn’t going to fall for any trick. He was accompanying you this time.
And his overprotectiveness knew no bounds. For anyone else it might have been claustrophobic, but Bucky’s concern came from a place of love. So, he kissed you more passionately before leaving for the last mission that required you to use your wiles.
“Aww Bucko, are you jealous?” you asked him as he wrapped his arms around your black satin gown. He even got a peak of your lace lingerie you wore only for him to go short circuited. When Bucky became possessive, he also became clingy.
“I’m always yours honey.”
Bucky wanted to mark you so bad but didn’t upon your request. Mark me tonight after the mission.
The mission was going well and just as you planned. This man was astute and a tad more difficult to gain attention. But nothing like a desperate dame craving for a man’s attention – it always flares up the weak male ego. From that point onwards small talk and batting your doe eyelashes worked like a charm as you slid into the booth with him. Next two minutes you know you’re in his private suite.
All you had to do was make him confess and then rest was the team’s work of doing whatever they wanted to do. You were already imagining the vacation you were gonna go with Bucky, the only thought that helped you put on a cheerful face.
You got him intoxicated and played with his pheromones, but for some reason it took an extra effort to control his. He fessed up, everything Steve needed to seize him.
But nothing happened. Doors didn’t break like you anticipated and none of the avengers turned up like it would and for the worse you could no longer control him.
“Come on sweetheart. You don't think I know you. You're that Temptress that escaped from Hydra's clutches and wow baby, you are something.”
“H-how did you- “
Your reflexes were fast undoubtedly, but unfortunately, he was uncannily quicker. “You all Avengers thinking that there are only two super soldiers in this whole goddamn universe but guess what sweet cheeks," a sudden grip on your throat, "you all so wrong".
With the force with which he held, the pushed you down onto your knees and harshly held onto your hair. “I may have fessed up with your low effort seduction, but I might as well have some fun before I meet my doom.”
Your ears comms was crushed as you screamed for help. “These walls are made of thick metal sweetheart. There is only room for you and me.”
It felt like a nightmare, gripping on to your hair harder every time you screamed for Bucky. “Come on princess, I have heard about you from a lot of my colleagues back from Hydra about your sweet supple skin to suck on- “
Thud!
Back at home, it annoyed you, but right now you were grateful that Vision could fly through walls to pin down the target down. You were too dazed to notice Vision cutting a hole through the wall with his Mind Stone while a streamline of apprehensive avengers came near you.
"Target Acquired, Captain. He's all yours."
Bucky was the first one to enter, not bothered about the bastard pinned under Vision. He wanted to strangle him to his death, but he paid more attention to you. He picked you up to place you on the bed and draped his black coat over you torn dress.
"Hey, let's remove those heels yeah."
You flinched a bit when Bucky touched you. “Easy darlin’ it’s me, your Bucky, okay? Do you want Wanda to help you out?” His heart crushed when you whispered a sorry and leaned into his shoulders for support.
Bucky didn’t like it one bit; he could only feel fury. Calm only washed over him you hugged him in pain, feeling your tears streaming down his neck. He didn’t let you go, held you throughout the ordeal and even carried you all the way.
Bucky took you back to the compound without any exchange of a conversation. He was already thinking of ways to make you feel better. He knew recipes to cure a bad day, but this? Bucky believed that surely after being assaulted by a man, the last thing you needed beside you was him.
Your answer indeed surprised him.
“A-are ya sure? I can send Nat or Wanda...”
“I want you or no one, Bucky.”
He helped you out of your torn dress, eyes lowered even though he had the boyfriend label. His touch was so gentle – maneuvering you into the warm embrace of the water in the bathtub. Your heart melted when he asked if he could touch you to scrub the sweat off of you with your vanilla bath salts. Patting you dry later on he brought some of his clothes for you upon your request, which apparently calmed your senses because they smell like him and helped you put it on
The lights were switched off and in darkness you cried out. But this time you had someone to share those tears with, someone who was willing to hold you through this.
"D-don't let me go Bucky"
And he didn’t. Throughout the night when you buried your head in his chest, he raked his fingers through your tresses to calm you. He left soft forehead kisses and whispered words of comfort. It was so ironical Bucky wondered how you wanted to be held so badly and he never thought his wish to hold someone and be held would come true. (The latter would happen sooner than he’d know).
Between wiping your tears and placing forehead kisses, Bucky Barnes fell asleep peacefully after a very long time with the softest dame he has ever set his eyes on. You on the other hand thanked the stars, for being so lucky to be with a man like Bucky.
The next day morning when you woke up, you found the bed empty near you. Before you could turn frantic, Bucky came in, stating that he woke up early to make you your favourite, traditional breakfast you enjoyed. He was willing to do anything to make you forget.
But the truth? He just had to try out the new human punching bag that was kept down in the confinement area
Steve had gotten most Intel last night but failed to know about the fool proof metal room. Seeing Bucky’s seething rage when he turned up to him this morning, Steve needed an excuse to punch the vile bastard who hurt his best friend's lover.
“We’ve gotten everything from him Buck, he’s gonna rot in confinement.”
“No.” Bucky’s statement was simple “He hurt Y/N.”
So Golden Boy Steve Rogers says a white lie to his superior: “He claims to say he has told us every coordinate, but we think he’s hiding something...”
“Use brute force if needed. I have to know the coordinates.”
This was the only order of Fury’s that he happily obliged to.
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But Bucky still thought you deserved more than words of comfort. He wanted to surprise you.
“I know staying in the compound can be glum doll, maybe we could go somewhere alone?”
“The both of us?”
“Yeah? I know a place.”
And that place was Tony's guesthouse that was graciously handed over to the super soldiers to share as their safe house, whenever things got too overwhelming in the 21st century.
You were the happiest when you realised where Bucky was taking you. You healed with Bucky, you shared experiences and deep, dark thoughts with him throughout your stay. You spoke about how you felt about the whole incident and Bucky held and listened to you patiently. He reminded you about your bravery, your boldness and that no matter how much you could protect yourself, that he was always going to be there for you.
Bucky brought you here with the intention of giving you space and time to process everything that has happened, but he wouldn't be lying if he didn't expect to steal a few kisses and moments throughout the stay.
But he did make love to you on the third night of the stay when the crescent moon reflected over the still water of the lake. It was oddly chill that night, so Bucky and you cuddled up near the fireplace talking about nothing in particular. Then there was a gradual shift in the air when you fed chocolate-covered strawberries to Bucky. You licked the chocolate off of his lips and Bucky seized the opportunity to passionately kiss you
A calm silence took over the cottage, except for the sounds of sweet whimpers and kisses. With every clothing you peeled off of him, you felt closer to him soulfully, but for him suddenly he felt the growing insecurity over his body.
You stopped when you realised he was not completely with you at that moment.
“Buck...is it me?” you placed your palm over his speeding heart.
“N-never”
“C’mhere”
He felt overwhelmed already. The feeling of your supple breasts on his torso ignited something in him, he was still getting used to skin-to-skin contact.
“Focus on my touch Bucky…feel me.”
Head tucked under your neck, he hugged you. He felt warm; as warm as the hot cocoa you would make him after missions got over, as warm as the water he would stand under when he was alone with his cold thoughts.
You reassured Bucky with all of your heart, “I feel so warm because of you Bucky, I feel happy because of you, because of your body, my cozy haven.” He slipped a few tears as you continued, “I love your body Bucky, just as much as you love mine. No matter your shape and size, I still love you baby.”
“I don’t deserve you”.
“I don’t deserve you either BB, but we chose each other, right?”
Bucky was soft when he gained the courage to make a move. He was passionately gentle with you, his kisses tickling you all over your skin. Giggles escaped, something you never thought you would do during sex. His beard pricked you in the right places when he licked your glistening heat when you gripped his head too hard. He made you cry as well when you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you.
“I wanna touch you too Bucky,” you whispered but to that he replied that he wanted to be inside you because everything was about you tonight. Whining in moans, Bucky slowly pushed into you with his forehead pressed onto yours with his lips hovering above your own. He rocked in and out of you, lacing your fingers with the entire time.
You chanted his name, slipping in praises of how good he felt inside you when he came.
Time in the cottage went on about talking as well about past experiences with lovers and past affairs. Your heart wrenched so hard when you heard him say that he caught his ex-moaning another's person’s name while he was with her. Turns out she was none other than the girl from accounting at Fury’s office.
Oh, you were definitely going to have a word with her. From now on everything you did was going to be about him and him alone.
Your Bucky.
When you both came back to the compound, he was more vocal with his new blooming relationship with you. Hands touching you for any small reason, he craved your touch and so did you. He had no problems with public displays of affection.
He loved it when you rubbed his belly, your soft hands peaking under his shirt and in to-and-fro motion. The soft purr he would whisper would make your heart do flips. He was a super-soldier with the heart of a teddy bear.
He enjoyed baths with you, especially if he was surrounded by his favourite Vanilla scents. You always made everything about him; he deserves so much after that night you realised; he had a boulder of insecurities. And you were going to help him crack every single one of them.
The pudges he thought was unattractive gave you the warmest hugs every day, his thick thighs with uneven hair were the best thing to lie on after a stressful day, his bad shoulders littered with scars was your safe place to cry on when things got stressful. His plump cheeks could be kissed every second of the day.
Bucky was your home. How could you ever complain about his nooks and crannies?
He even supported your role in missions, whatever you would do. Temptress or a field agent, you were still the love of his life.
But that also didn’t stop him from being a dramatic asshole. The conversations you both had always baffled the eavesdroppers, especially your teammates.
“Hey, honey, I think we need to talk, okay?”
Your heart stirred even though you knew what was coming. But you didn’t really get why he was talking about this in public.
“Listen I love you so much but- “
“Bucky baby I know what you're going to say but I can't help it okay”
Sam and Steve pretended not to listen, too engrossed in the cereal that looked more interesting than a couple fighting, but secretly happy they were a part of some team gossip
“But how long Y/N. Sometimes I open up the closet and it's not even there”
Steve and Sam’s brain cells couldn’t get it.
“Y/N. You have got to stop wearing my boxers as your underwear every day.”
“But-but it's so comfy!” Bucky wasn't acquainted with tech, but he could promise that you looked exactly like the pleading emoji you use while messaging. Steve laughed all over his cereal, but poor Sam couldn’t; He was not buying any of this shit.
"You all are disgusting. In front of my cereal? Really?"
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The question Sam and Clint were waiting to ask Bucky since you began dating was finally popped. But for obvious reasons for being polite since you were right there, Sam and Clint started with the cliché statements.
Hey I'm happy you guys pulled it off.
Finally Cyborg grew a pair and is finally with you Y/N. Great stuff.
You both are so cute.
How is sex with the Temptress??
Bucky blushed so HARD. So hard, his face matched with his favourite red Henley then overcame with a possessiveness. He gripped your hand and head held high. "Uh- n-none of your business birdbrain."
But you knew their intentions and you knew what was coming, it was hilarious how they beat around the bush to get to it. What more than a better opportunity to ask Bucky when he chose Truth over Dare?
You giggled so loud which made Bucky's heart warm. One second he would give you his heart eyes and the next second he turned around and shoot daggers at Sam and Clint with his gaze.
"Bucky, I have never seen Y/N blush in so many years of knowing her. I'm sure she is fine with it."
You nodded and whispered into his shoulders. “Don’t play spoilsport, go on”
"Y/N is..."
Amazing? Mind-blowing? Absolutely a soft sex goddess sent from heaven for him. This question should be illegal to ask.
Bucky couldn't answer because his mind oh his dirty mind was replaying all the things you have done when Bucky became more vocal in bed. Pecking trail of kisses of his pudgy torso, tugging on his hair when you left red hickeys on his neck, biting the inside of his thighs especially when you were on your knees for him. He was also invited with the memory of last night of how he was worn out and couldn't get his cock up after cumming five times over the course of the night, so you had to ride his thigh to satiate yourself.
"Fuck doll that's the hottest thing you've done on me."
All of this without her abilities.
It just now struck his mind, how you would be if she had actually played with his pheromones holy fuck-
Everyone knew what was Bucky thinking about after seeing Wanda's flushed face and was even more hilarious when she answered for Bucky.
"She is a fucking sexual beast."
"YOU WENT INTO MY HEAD?"
“I didn't,” Wanda sniggered, “You were just...thinking loud.”
"You know I can read your thoughts to an extent too, right? Soft sex goddess huh?"
Bucky took a huge swing of the Whiskey bottle in front of him to cover his embarrassment. But liquid luck they would call it, Bucky’s confidence shot up to heights, "Yeah you're right. She is fucking amazing in bed and guess who she belongs to? Me. That's right. She’s mine and I think we’re done here."
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He knew how you hated your lace littered wardrobe because of the memories associated with your missions.
“Mmhm yeah.” He began to unbutton you, but this time caught you in his favourite colour. Plum coloured lace lingerie that he had bought that was so delicate he could see your cute nipples. He flicked them with his thumb which incited a melodious whine from you.
He still remembers that day. It was you who had asked him to buy you one.
In an effort to search for his missing boxers, he stumbled into your wardrobe. A large drawer, a place where possibly his garments could go missing was only found with your formal delicate.
Now Bucky Barnes wasn’t a creep but seeing your drawer stirred something in him.
He’s not a dumb man; he has seen women and men who fawn over and die for scintillating lingerie. He knew it was all about making themselves feel sexy as well as for their possible lover. But it wasn’t the same for his lover.
He loves you in your cotton fabric; hell, every time he made love to you, he would find you in cute, mismatched panties and bra (though you called it boring and unsexy) and how you would apologize for it. But Bucky would take you anyway. The man loved you.
But there was something about seeing your woman in lace-
“Should I be worried my 100-year-old boyfriend creeps over my panties?”
He stuttered so bad trying to close the drawers in haste but in vain. “N-nothing I was just searchin’ for my boxers honey.”
“You want me in one of these dontcha?”
Bucky’s blush was all the answer you needed. All you did was take a piece of paper and quickly scribbled something onto it. A number with a letter he soon realised what it was.
“Go crazy Bucky. I’m pretty sure not so golden boy Stevie can help you find out some stores for you.”
Bucky’s eye froze processing this new information. Did his Steve really know about this stuff?
Turns out he did. He blames it on his fiancé, Natasha.
"I also heard you wanting to use my abilities. Do you want that BB? It might get a little intense” You pushed Bucky back onto the bed, straddling him with no subtlety.
“Yeah, my love, nothing can beat this serum” Bucky shot a cocky grin at you which he would later regret when you would go all dominatrix on him. A soft dominatrix for your own man teddy bear.
“I love you so much honey, but don’t tell me I didn’t warn you…”
Let’s just say neither of you didn't go soft on each other and next day the former winter soldier and the temptress just couldn't walk. As a matter of fact, none of you seemed to be complaining.
Bucky was the best thing to ever happen to you. You may be the temptress, but no one tempted your heart and soul like Bucky did. Always yours, always and forever.
