had a really bad time today pain wise since i pulled soemthing in my back leaving me just immobile for most of the day and i just miss bucky barnes so much
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need bucky to spoon me so bad . maybe rocking into me . lulling me to sleep with a sleepy orgasm as his fingers touch. nuzzling into my neck . mmmmâŚ. cockwarming bucky barnes for the night ⌠free use ,,,, somno âŚ.. drooling donât mind me . !
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Masterlist | College Collab Masterlist
Pairing: Prof! Bucky Barnes x Student F!Reader
Warning/Tags: Smut, barely any plot, Fluff, Age Gap, College AU, Student x Professor Trope, College inaccuracies, Kind of Power Imbalance situation, Kind of Lactation kink, Kind of Breeding kink.
Word count: ~3.6k
Summary: You learn you're pregnant after having something not that casual with your professor, and he then shows you how ready he is to take care of you and your baby.
Author's Note: This is my first entry to the College AU collab I'm part of with my babies @herejustforbuckybarnes and @w1nter-fairy (go ahead and check their works too!) Betaread by my babies and my love @kileyking
You knew it was wrong. You knew it since the first time you rode his broad body. And yet, you didnât really care.
You knew that screwing your professor was the worst decision you couldâve takenâbut from the first time you saw him, you wanted to ride that beautiful face that was bedecked with a salt-and-pepper beard.
And the first time you finally got to be bent over his desk, you knew you were in trouble.
Professor Barnes was everything you could ever wish for.
His rough hands embraced your hips carefully while he plunged his thick cock between your wet folds, and as he moved his metal arm, shoving your face between all your classmatesâ papers.
It was after classes. Not even one soul was around. It had been three weeks of you two pinning on each other with the thirst of a man in the desert. He was tired of having you in short dresses or skirts, deep cleavages that showed him enough skin that he could have reported you for misconduct.
But doing so would have deprived him of the opportunity of seeing that glistening skin of yours.
And oh, if he loved the skirts that rode on your thighs when you sat next to him in his office. How they would ride enough to show that clothed mound between your thighs when you bent yourself on the desk to reach for something.
He knew you were doing it on purpose. He knew you were provoking him, but he needed to be the responsible one there. He needed to take care of his reputation⌠but your parted legs with no more than a few centimeters of fabric covering them were inviting him to rail you from behind.
And he did.
That night, he got enough and shoved you down to make you take him in the mouth.
He didnât even pull down his pants; he just unzipped himself and took that big pinkish, angry, and delicious shaft out of his pants and made you suck it as if your life depended on it. You took it ravenously, didnât even complain, even when he thrusted a bit harder, making you gag on his cock.
âYou can take it, sweetheart,â He mumbled in your ear while he groped your breast, purchasing some stead from the thrust he was inflicting.
âYes, I can. Donât stop, please, professor.â You whined, pushing your head back on his shoulder. He chuckled.
âCalling me âProfessorâ when Iâm balls deep in you, itâs interesting.â
You clenched at his voice and felt your legs get weaker.
âThatâs good, sweetheart. You know I got you.â
When he finally let himself go, and his engorged dick spilled ropes of cum in your cunt you reached your peakârolling your eyes back and with his flesh hand covering your mouth not to make any sound that could give you away.
Since then, everything changed. That desk in his office had seen you naked more times than your own bed. He loved to have you all naked in his office when he was still completely dressed. âPractical strategiesâ, he would say.
And you hated that he was right.
He was kneeling in front of you, your legs spread open with his head between them, his beard damp on your arousal, while your hand pulled him closer. Tongue delving between folds, while his hands stopped you from closing them. And then, a knock on his door.
âBucky, are you busy?â Dr. Banner called from the other side of the door.
Dear lord. It had been years since he left university, and that nickname still haunted him even in his professional environment.
He grunted and stopped his ravishing moves, pulling you down under his desk, all your discarded clothing lying there next to you.
You always thought those old wooden desks in the classrooms must have been incredibly hot, with those three sides covering the entire desk.
And fuck, if you were right.
He stood up, wiping his face with a tissue while he walked to the door. Once he made sure you were well hidden and none of your personal belongings were visible, he opened his office door.
Your knees burned under the desk as Dr. Banner asked him about a paper he had done in the past.
When Dr. Banner finally left, you crawled out from under the desk and sat on his chair, caressing your aching knees.
âI think itâs time for us to go home.â You nodded.
He was reckless enough to fuck you in his office, but not dumb enough to know that this wouldnât be the last visit he would be receiving in the night, and he wouldnât risk being caught in something like this.
The first weeks of your rendezvous were more casual, late-night sex, blowing a steam. And then, they turned into something more. Something deeper, something you two longed for.
It didnât really have a title. He always made sure to remind you that you two couldnât have anything that could be named.
But when the test in front of you was showing a
âPregnant: 3 â 4 weeks.â
You knew you were fucked up.
How were you supposed to do this?
This was supposed to be casual, no strings attached. This was supposed to be secret. Something that didnât put all his hard work, earned title, and reputation in the University.
Not even your best friend, Yelena, knew about this.
He made you swear this would be like this.
But how could you keep it casual when he asked you to stay at his house for the night, when he told you the story behind his metal armâhow he had lost it serving the country as a sergeant.
And thatâs how he ended up being a retired sergeant at the young age of twenty-seven, and was able to keep studying to become who he was then.
How to keep it casual when he had fucked you brainless with his dog tags bouncing between the mounds of your breasts?
You sat on the cold tiled floor of your bathroom, looking at the piece of plastic that was screaming at you how irresponsible you two had been. Letting him fuck you raw. Letting his breeding kinks speak instead of that voice behind your head that told you not to do it.
âCan I see you tonight at your house?â
âPicking you as soon as I finish my last lecture, sweetie.â
Always the gentleman he was. Never letting you knock on his door. Never letting you arrive on your own at his house.
When the clock struck 8:35, you heard that ding on your phone that told you he was waiting for you at the parking lot of your dorm.
The black car with tinted windows didnât let you see that salt and pepper beard that drove you crazy. He opened the door from inside, and you sat immediately, fastening your belt, not saying much.
His woodsy scent brought you back to the present.
He was wearing that black shirt that, even when it was loose, let you see his broad body under it.
âYou look tired tonight, sweetie.â He said, caressing your cheek.
âHavenât slept well.â You admitted.
âDonât you worry, we will sleep well today.â He placed his hand on your thigh and started driving his way home.
You sighed and nodded. The plastic buried in the depths of your purse weighed twice its size at that moment.
The ride back home was torture for you. Your mind couldnât stop racing from the first moment you suspected to the last hour when you couldnât stop watching the pregnancy test.
"When you finally got home, he was already bringing you flush to his body as soon as the door closedâfor the first time in months, you felt claustrophobic. The enormous house he had felt like a shoe box at that moment.
âJamesâ Can weââ you tilted your head, trying to ease your mind, âI just need to talk with you before we do anything else.â
His hands were already under your blouse, aiming to find their favorite spot. Your breasts.
He pecked the crook of your neck warily, like he needed to make up for all the minutes he spent busy in other endeavours.
âSorry, sweetie. Iâve been missing you like crazy.â You bit your lip, and a tear started to well up in the corner of your eye.
He felt it as soon as it left your face and landed on his face. He furrowed as soon as he felt the wetness.
âWow, letâs take a step back.â He turned you around and looked at you intently, âWhat the hell is going on that got you like this?â
He picked you up and made you straddle his waist while he walked with you in his arms until he found his couch.
He sat down with you still in his lap and made you look at him.
âWhatâs going on?â
You couldnât stop crying, and a small hiccup left your throat as soon as you started to think again about explaining yourself. In his eyes, genuine worry could be seenâand even there, you couldnât find the exact words.
âDo you need a minute?â
A nod was the only thing that you could do.
âIs this about school?â You shook your head.
âGot it⌠Itâs about us?â
You sighed and nodded. Your answer took him aback.
âI⌠Did I do something wrong?â
âNoâŚâ
âHoney, I know youâre probably feeling a lot right now, but I need you to help me here. I canât do anything if you donât speak.â
You sighed and finally started searching for the thing that had gotten you like thatâyou took out the white-and-pink test and placed it on his hand.
He took what seemed like an eternity to comprehend what was in front of him.
âWhen⌠WhatâŚâ
âIâve been feeling weird the last few weeks, and I took the test just todayâŚâ
He sighed. He knew he couldnât get mad at you. This was a conscious decision you both had taken one too many times, but the implications behind that test were almost a penance.
What would the board say if they knew that he was having illicit affairs with a student? How could this affect your credibility in front of other professors?
âPlease⌠Say somethingâŚâ
His hands grasped your hips carelessly.
âHoney⌠thisâŚâ He pursed his lips, âAre you sure about this?â
âAre you not?â
He furrowedâand then your world started to fall apart.
You knew that face.
It was the same face he made every time something was making him anxious.
âItâs not that Iâm not sure, but this is gonna affect your life. Honey, Iâm old enough to be your father, being a father at my age is even considered late⌠but you? You are halfway through your degree⌠Youâre only twenty-two.â
âI know⌠butâŚâ His hand stroked your hair; he was trying to find some hesitation in your eyes. âWe never wore anything⌠I thought it was something you wantedâŚâ
âI want it! I really do⌠I just donât want to ruin your plansâŚâ
âYou wonât⌠This is great⌠We could work it outâŚâ
But you noticed his furrow didnât go away.
âWhat?â Your voice cracked in the middle.
âYes, we can work this out⌠but I want you to finish your degreeâI want you to be someoneâŚâ You nodded, âAnd for that, it would be easier for me to find a different school than you for leavingâŚâ
Your mouth fell to the floor. You knew what he meant.
âNo. No⌠Everyone loves you, they are gonna understand⌠Iâm⌠I canâtâŚâ He shook his head.
âUnderstandingâs not the same as acceptingâand people are gonna judge us very hard if we ever decide to make it public.â
âSo?â
âBefore the year ends, Iâm gonna ask for a transfer⌠Youâre gonna work triple hard not to stay behind when you eventually have to leaveâŚâ His eyes were calculating; you could see how his mind raced through all the possibilities.
âNow Iâm the one who doesnât want to ruin your entire career.â You mumbledâyour teary eyes gave him an aching pain in his chest.
âYouâre not ruining everything. Look at me. Iâm one of the most solicited Professors. I know Iâm gonna find something close and we will make it work. I promise.â
âThis is gonna be problematicâŚâ You grunted.
"It has been problematic since the day I kissed you in my office. It has been problematic since I succumbed to your short skirtsâŚâ
âDo you miss them?â You giggled.
âI love to see them here. I hated every time you wore them to school and all your idiotic classmates saw your long legs and drooled over you.â
You rolled your eyes, âThose skirts were only for you to lift them.â
âWell, sad for me, they are never going to know that I was the only one able to lift, rip, pull them down⌠And now Iâm the one whoâs honored to be the one who youâre gonna call husbandâŚâ
You scoffed a laugh, but his serious tone made you stop mid-laugh.
âWhy do you think Iâm joking? Youâre not gonna be a single mother⌠Iâm gonna marry you as soon as possible, you will take my last name, and youâre gonna be the prettiest pregnant bride.â
âAre you being serious now?â
He nodded, âI already messed this up, Iâm gonna do the right thing now.â
âAnd what would be that exactly?â
"As I said, marrying you, making you finish schoolâgiving you as many children as you want, working my ass off to give you the life you deserve. God, youâre gonna make me the happiest man in the world.â He sighed, tilting his head, âYouâre gonna look so precious with that belly swollen with my babiesâŚâ
âOh, you wanna keep me pregnant?â You teased.
âOf course I do. Seeing you full of me. That every single man that sees you notices youâre carrying my babies.â
âAnd whereâs this coming from?â
âI always kept it hidden. Didnât want to scare you. An old man like me asking a young girl like you to have my children?â He cocked his eyebrow.
âWell, now Iâm sure I want it.â You looked down. Your barely showing belly between you two made him smile. He caressed it.
You giggled and nodded, but deep down, you noticed a hint of sadness in his eyes.
âA penny for your thoughts?â You cupped his cheeks.
âAre you sure you want this?â He mumbled, âLook at you. Youâre young, beautiful, a young promise⌠and Iâm just a⌠veteran⌠with PTSDâŚ. nothing you should have to deal withâŚâ
A small scoff let your mouth, âJames⌠Weâve slept together for⌠what? Almost a year? Iâve slept next to you⌠Iâve heard your worst nightmares, I donât think that can scare me at this point.â
âDonât you find it weirdâŚâ He looked at his metal arm.
âWhat? Your arm? Godâs sake. Most of the time I donât even remember itâs differentâŚâ You confessed.
âDonât lie to meâŚâ
âIâll never lie about thatâŚâ You caressed both his shoulders, and then your hand traveled down his metal arm. "I just donât care⌠If you donât want to make it a big deal, itâs not a big dealâŚâ
He twitched a smile. His hand traced paths on your cheek.
âAnd what are your parents gonna say?â
âHey, you might have more common things with them than you think.â You smiled mischievously.
His mouth fell open in offense.
âToo soon?â You mumbled, and he shook his head.
âI deserve it.â
His hands were still roaming through your belly when his fingers traced down their path to the hem of your skirt.
âI just told you Iâm pregnant and youâre already thinking âbout this?â He smiled, still looking down.
âCan you blame me? Youâre my dream come true.â
His hands left your belly and traveled to your thighs, just below your ass cheeks, lifting you and straddling himself with your legs.
âCan I?â He mumbled in your ear, and you nodded slowly.
He took you to his room and put you down on his bedâhe knelt in front of you and lifted your skirt. His hands kept your legs open in front of him. His thumbs traced paths on your inner thighs. You hated how delicious he looked in his suit, his salt and pepper beard bedecking his face, making him even hotter. He leaned over your slit and above your underwear, and he stroked a line with his tongue. Your eyes rolled back, and you bit your inner lip.
âLook at that messâŚâ He moved your underwear to the side and slid two fingers in your cunt, âFuck⌠Look at itâŚâ
âJamesâŚâ You whimpered. âIâm too sensitiveâŚâ
âIs that so?â He kissed your bud and smiled, âIâm being carefulâŚâ
He distanced himself from your cunt, stood up, and knelt now in the bed. He was working his belt, looking at you, your legs were still hanging to his sides. He set free his cock and stroked himself in front of you.
âImma be careful with you now⌠I donât want to hurt youâŚâ He slipped down your panties and towered over you. You could feel his tip kissing your entrance, drowning your feelings, making you whimper.
âYouâre doing this on purpose.â You cried out.
He stroked your slit with his tip, his metal hand found your breast, and he started groping it. The cold feeling made you whimper.
âYouâre gonna look so pretty with these tits full of milkâleaking, swollenâAre you gonna let me help you if you feel uncomfortable?â
âYes, yes.â The voice in your lips was barely audible. Your thoughts were a complete mess. You could barely pay attention to his words while he teased your core with his dick.
You were feeling dizzy, and you didnât even understand how you ended up there. With him spreading you open, working his cock on you, your legs cramping, and before you could even form a coherent thought, he sank into youâfilling you up. Cock sliding slowly, his finger roaming under your bra, pinching your nipple, his eyes fixed on your faceâpure lust showing on them.
âAre you gonna marry me?â He hoarsed. âAre you gonna be my perfect little wife?â
You nodded, without being able to form a sentence.
âI canât tell what youâre saying, sweetheart.â He thrusted harder, âAre you gonna marry me?â
âI wanna marry you, James⌠I wanna marry you.â
âGood girl.â He husked. âYouâre my good girl. Youâre doing greatâŚâ
He thrusted, pulling down your bra, leaning over your exposed breasts, sucking on your nipple, lapping on it. The sound of skin on skin made the moment completely perfect.
âCome for me, babe. Come for me, make a mess on my cock. Remind me how perfect youâre to me.â
His finger circled your clit, making you come undone. Your voice trembled, and you giggled as the orgasm washed over you. His cock was twitching inside you, and his finger kept circling your already damped nipple. The difference in feeling between the cold and hot of both limbs got you all worked out.
âYou didnât even let me ride you before I cameâŚâ You panted out.
âI havenât come yet.â He teased, âDo you wanna ride my cock, baby?â
You nodded, he slid out from you and lay down on the bed, you crawled up to him. Your legs on his sides, your damp core feeling all his clothes, leaving a wet spot on his fabric.
âEnjoy your last ride. âCause after today Iâm gonna put you down every dayâyouâre not gonna be riding my cock anymore, youâre not gonna get tired getting me off.â He scolded, and you pouted. âDonât pout at me. Iâm telling you Iâm gonna make you a⌠how do yâall call it? A pillow princessâŚâ
You snorted a laugh. âDonât say that!â
âWhat?!â He seemed preoccupied, âAm I using it wrong?â
âNo,â you chuckled, âYouâre not⌠but⌠I donât know how I feel listening to my professor telling me to be a âPillow Princessâ.â You frowned.
âOh, but you donât feel weird having your professorâs dick fucking you? And you donât feel weird carrying your professorâs baby?â He lifted you and teased your slit again with his tip.
âShut up!â You worriedly answer.
âJust ride me, sweetheart.â He scoffed a laugh, âLet me look at you like this for the last time.â
You nodded and sank on his cock, feeling the throbbing cockâyou felt every vein on it, the tip bullying your cervix as you bounced on him. His hands held you steady by your hips, jerking you on his shaft. He noticed how your movements were becoming relentless, and he chuckled.
âAre you getting tired?â You nodded, âCâmere.â He tucked you on his chest, heaving his hips, pounding on youâfucking you, reaching your second orgasm.
His thrust became faster until he grunted, releasing his warm ropes of cum into you. You were boneless on top of him. âAnd thatâs why we are in this situation, James.â
âYou canât get any more pregnant.â He mumbled in your ear, almost dozing off, âHave some sleep, honey. Weâve got a lot of things to do after tonight.â
âJamesâŚâ You said almost falling asleep. He hummed in response. âI love youâŚâ
He smiled and kissed your forehead, âI love you too, honey. Youâre gonna be the greatest mom ever.â
Pairing: Farmer!Bucky x popstar!reader
Summary: Your handsome husband, filthy from a days work, drives you wild
Tags/Warnings: itâs farmer Bucky yâall complete with Stetson and yer, mentions of grease and oil on the body, smut (p in v, slight pussy job), two smacks, reader is down bad for her husband and he is more than willing to oblige, a hint of breeding kink
Word Count: dirty 2.3k
+toast yap ! Happy birthday to my darling wife, the one and only @buckysdecaflove who is the reason farmer Bucky exists. I love you so much my dear đŤś
AU Masterlist ⢠Masterlist
The water in the sink had grown tepid, your hand lazily scrubbing circles on a plate that was likely losing layers as you mindlessly wiped it over and over, your attention far away from the dishes.
It was focussed squarely through the window, at the scene outside that made this early spring day feel a hundred degrees.
Your husband, Bucky Barnes, grunting and sweating as he worked on the tractor.
Bent over out there now clad only in his undershirt and jeans, button-up discarded long ago, he looked devastatingly delicious. Skin gleaming in the sun, arm corded and strong, vibranium flexing as he fiddled with the motor. The sweat soaked shirt clung to his hardened body like a second skin, dust and dirt and grease highlighting his best features.
You watched as he straightened, swiping his forearm against his brow, knocking his hat askew, and he climbed up to try turning the motor over once more. The muscles of his back flexed, his jeans pulled tight, and your jaw hung slack at the sight of him.
He banged a fist against the hood with joy when the machine rumbled to life, and you trembled in delight as he jumped back down and headed toward the farmhouse.
Caught up in your feelings, your body taught, you stood perfectly still at the sink as he swung the screen door open, boots loud on the floorboards as he stalked toward the fridge. You waited until you heard the door and the familiar hiss of a cola cracking open before turning. Leaning back into the counter, your hands braced either side, you drank him in.
His head tilted back, throat bobbing with every swallow as he drank greedily from the bottle. Beads of sweat trailed down his neck, lines of salt clinging to his skin and disappearing into the stained mess of his undershirt. His hand around the bottle was filthy, oil and grease smeared palms, fingers, and knuckles. A smudge of dirt sat high on his cheek.
The smell of him hit you. Metal and sweat and man, warm and musky, curling through your senses and settling low in your stomach.
Biting your lip, your gaze raked down his body, gazing at everything youâd drooled over for the last hour, now almost within reach, until with a gulp you looked back up.
Blue eyes clashed with yours, and his entire demeanour changed.Â
His eyes darkened as he took in the state of you; your fast breaths, arousal coloured high in your cheeks, your body angled toward his.Â
Your farmer was focussed solely on you.
âGot the tractor goinâ real good,â he drawled, setting the cola down and slinging his Stetson off onto the counter at your side.
The rush of air did nothing to cool your heated skin.
His voice dropped low as he prowled forward, every step slow and deliberate, ratcheting your pulse higher. âHad to warm her up, put my hands on her just right.â
He placed his hands on the counter either side of yours, leaning in close.
âGet her purrinâ again for me.â
Voice gravelly, his breath was hot against your cheeks, like tinder to the flame smouldering inside you.
You swore you could see a smirk playing on his lips as he rumbled, âKnew if I treated her right sheâd fire up.â
You swallowed thickly, tongue darting out to wet your parched lips, and his gaze dropped.
Locked.
He ducked to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss.
You could taste the salt on his lips as he devoured you with a kiss, mouth rough over yours, demanding. Parting your lips beneath him, his tongue sliding filthy against yours, you moaned at the sweet cola flavour mingling with your beloved farmer.
His hands left the counter in seconds. Fingers dug deep into your waist. You felt his hand move to your navel, over your ribs, thenâ
You gasped into his mouth as his hand closed around your breast, cupping and kneading. His fingers found your nipple, thumb running a dangerous pattern over the sensitive skin.
Arching into his touch, Buckyâs ravenous kisses keeping you locked between him and the counter, you were lost to everything him. His taste, his scent, the heat of his body and the strength of his desire for you, overwhelming and beckoning all at once.Â
âBucky,â you breathed.Â
He pulled away.
You swayed forward and he laughed, mocking.
âCity made you soft. You see a workinâ man covered in dirt and get all hot ânâ bothered.â His kiss-bruised mouth curved in a half-smile. ââS cute.â
His eyes were hard, dark. A glint of something dangerous in those ocean blue depths that made you tremble.
His hand rose to curve around your neck, grasp firm as his thumb pressed against your thundering heartbeat.
You flinched from the rasp of grease against your skin but he chuckled darkly, smearing it further down the column of your throat.
ââBout time you let this country boy tarnish you up a bit.â
He let his gaze drag down your body slowly, smile wicked as he said, âLook at all this pretty skin I get to stain.â
âBucky,â you whispered, and his eyes clashed with yours, his grip on your neck imperceptibly tighter.
Then his grasp loosened, and his hand slid down. Down your collarbone, callouses rough and scraping against your skin. Over your shirt, fabric catching and pulling. Until he palmed at your breast again, large hands covering you just right, grasping and caressing until you realised the ragged sounds in the air were your desperate breaths.
You couldnât help it, you glanced down. And gasped.
Your perfect white shirt was a mess. Streaks of dirt and oil stained the fabric, and beneath it all a single perfect handprint visible under the smears and smudges.Â
And there Bucky stood, the outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans as he pawed at you.
Hands gripping the counter so tight your knuckles lost colour, fire skittered across your skin and you couldnât take it anymore.
âGet a move on, Sarge,â you orderedâor tried to. Your breathy voice cracked on the words, losing all force. But he accepted it anyway.
âYes, maâam.â
He pried open your pants and shoved them down roughly, panties pulled with them.
Heâs dirty. Heâs sweaty and covered in grime and dirty as he descends on you, lifting you up onto the counter to get a better grip.
His grunt of pleasure as he pressed your legs apart and stared at you, spread open for him, has you squirming even in his tight hold.
He chuckled again, hands on your knees squeezing.
Without warning his flesh hand lifted and came down hard on your thigh, the sound of skin on skin ringing out, and it punched a moan from you. Your eyes darted down and already you could see the flush of colour blossoming out beneath the greasy handprint he left.
He watched you carefully.
âYou like that?â
You met his gaze. You donât even have to answer
His hand lands on you again. The same pressure, the same black streaks left behind, but higher, and you throw your head back on a tight exhale.
Slowly, painfully slowly, he rubbed at your skin, soothing the sting. Both hands moved higher, thumbs circling on your skin, every inch closer to your aching centre leaving dirty smears and driving you wild.
âYouâre not putting your hands inside me while theyâre like that,â you warned breathlessly, and the way his eyes snapped to yours made you flinch.
âOh, you think Iâmâa use my hands on you.â
His dark tone made you squirm.
âYou think Iâm gonna warm up this pussy with my fingers? Stretch you open before splittinâ you apart on my cock?â
Your jaw fell slack.
Bucky unbuckled his belt, letting it drop with a clatter to the floor. He made quick work of his jeans, shoving them down and dragging out his thick cock.
Air left you in a rush at the sight of him, palming himself with a few quick strokes.
âThatâs not what this pretty pussy needs. What sheâs begginâ for.â
Bucky wasnât even looking at you anymore, eyes hooded as he stared at you spread open for him.
âSo fuckinâ wet fâ me,â he murmured. âYer as dirty as I am.â
His thumbs pressed your lips apart, warm flesh and cold metal making you jerk and shiver, and he dragged his dick through your folds, smearing your slick all over his cock. The thick head caught against your clit, a moment of divine pressure youâd been aching for, and your hips canted forward for more.
âShe knows what she needs.â
A soft whine left the back of your throat, a needy sound you couldnât contain, and Bucky swayed forward like he was answering a Sirenâs call.
âShould I give it to her?â He rasped, rubbing against you slowly, dragging his cock up and down, torturing you with everything you wanted.
âYes! Please, please,â you begged.
His metal hand pressed against your lower back. Supporting you, he leaned in to whisper in your ear, âI ainât goinâ slow.â
He angled his hips and all you could do was cry out as he drove in. The momentary sting of invasion gave way to an insatiable burn as he pulled back only to ram forward again, filling you, claiming your body from the inside out.
It was rough, it was fast, and it was everything you needed since the moment you set eyes on him. You could only hang on as he fucked you hard.
Buckyâs breath was hot against your ear, his hands on your hips, forcing you to take every stroke, to feel every inch of him as he took you again and again.Â
You could feel him pressing your hips down, trying to shift you into that perfect angle, but the counter height didnât allow for it.
With a growl he pulled out, and even as you whined in protest he gathered you into his arms, lifting your body and twisting to lower you down to the floor.
You gasped at the cold on your bare skin but you couldnât find it in you to care, not with him kneeling over you like a predator over his prize hunt, pressing your legs apart as he rasped, âSuch a good fuckinâ girl.â
Palming his cock he lined himself up and barely dipped in before your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him home.
Eyes fluttering closed, you groaned in unison when he bottomed out, filling you completely, his weight pressing you down into the floorboards.
âThere she is,â he growled, withdrawing only far enough to sink home again.Â
Your hands grasped desperately at his shoulders, nails sinking into his sweat-slicked skin, and he groaned his approval.
âMark me up, darlinâ. Brand your country boy.â
He sank impossibly deeper, rhythm stuttering as you clawed his back, your broken moan of, âYouâre mine,â making his grasp on you tighten.
âAll them suits think they get a piece of you, but they donât,â he growled. âThey donât have you like I do. No one has you.â
âJust you,â you rambled, âDonât stop, please, donât stop.â
The sound of skin slapping skin, of him driving into you again and again, was obscenely wet. The smell of sweat and oil and sex hung heavy in the air as he fucked you right there on the kitchen floor.
âAinât gonna stop,â he panted. âNot âtil yer full of me.â
He huffed out a mean chuckle when you clenched around him at his words.
âYeah? Youâd like that would you, city girl?â Planting both hands beside your head he rose up, curving in deep, his cock dragging over that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. All you could do was hold on, your hands scrambling for his arms as he drove you wild.
âGonna ⌠gonna pump you full of it,â he grunted. âGonna make you mine.â
Through your half closed eyes you could see the clench of his jaw, see the strain in his neck, and you knew everything he said, everything he did, had as much an affect on him as it did you.
His. All his.
His hand pressed between you, finding your clit, pressing and rubbing with every driving thrust of his cock, and you felt the rush of your orgasm coming fast.
âOh god, Buck, pleaseââ
âYou gonna come all over my cock, darlinâ?â
You flushed hot at his words, at the feeling of being stuffed full of him, at everything he was doing.
He pressed hard on your clit and you felt that white-hot flash through your stomach. Your back arched, your pussy clenched, you were right thereâ
âOh my god, I canât, I câcanât, Iâmâ!â
âYou can. Câmon.â
âBuâcky!â
Detonation. Your voice broke on a scream as your orgasm hit and Bucky came fast with a shout, the pulse of his cock as you tightened around him, pussy squeezing and milking every hot spurt as he came hard.
For a long while you lay there in a post-organic haze, Buckyâs weight over your body a delicious distraction.
With a grunt he shifted, pulling you in as he shifted to the side.
Hand clasping yours, your fingers toyed with his wedding ring in a way that he is very aware of.
âMine,â he murmured, and you nodded.
âMine, too.â
He nuzzled into your neck and shoulder, lapping gently at the sheen of sweat on your skin.
âNext time you look at me with them hungry eyes, Iâm puttinâ you on your knees fâme.â
He huffed out a laugh at your helpless moan as you rolled into him.
âPromise?â
a/n ! This is the last instalment of farmer Bucky I have planned, all for my sweet girl Decaf.
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anypony have any hurt comfort smut fics with bucky? feeling kind of depressed and just want some comfort with him where heâs taking care of reader :(
18+ smut. p w no plot lol. fingering. multiple orgasm (2). reader fake hates bucky. light choking. teasing. breeding kink if you squint with whimsy. pnv. they always loved each other.
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You had shared an apartment with your roommate for almost a year, needing someone to share the rent with but not having many friends yourself besides people you knew through your best friend, Nat. Somehow, she knew everyone and she liked to play match maker in the process.
âCome on, I think you two would be great together.â She nudged your arm with hers, pressing how great you and Bucky would be together. But you despised everything about him. He was cocky, arrogant, he had a mouth on him where he never shut up. You couldnât stand him.
âBucky? Oh god, no. I canât stand him.â You groaned at even saying his name, you didnât want anything to do with him.
âLike you have any other better choices.â She laughed and you sighed. She was right, you didnât have many friends and you mainly kept to yourself in classes because you wanted to focus on your education. You decided that you would give it a try, you needed to save money afer all.
And here you were, standing in the kitchen doing last nights dishes that mainly belonged to Bucky. You hated how he never cleaned up after himself, that you were usually the one to do it. You had brought it up to him a few times but he would just laugh and shake it off and then leave the house to go out to god knows where.
âUgh!â You threw a bowl into the sink that was filled with bubbles, frustrated.
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â You shivered at the sound behind you, knowing it was Bucky. You rolled your eyes and turned around, wiping your wet hands on your jeans.
âYouâre whatâs wrong, Barnes. Canât even clean up after yourself.â He chuckled and walked towards you, setting his coat down on the countertop. He looked you up and down, licking his bottom lip before smirking. You sucked in a breath, not really sure what he was doing and why he was getting so unusually close to you.
âCan I help you? Why are you so close to me?â You tried to back away, but your lower back hit the edge of the countertop, his arms holding onto the edge to box you in.
You were inches away from his face, noticing the specks of blue that danced through his eyes, the look of lust overwhelming his face. You had to admit, as much as you hated Bucky, you had to acknowledge that he was attractive as all hell. You knew that he was attractive from far away, but up close you were tempted to kiss his soft pink lips.
âLetâs not act stupid here, doll. We both know that I can hear you at night when you think Iâm asleep, touching yourself to the thought of me,â He inched closer, his lips finding their way to your jaw line pressing an open mouth kiss to your skin. âThe way you moan my name when you reach your edge.â
Your breathing hitched, shuffling your thighs together to get some kind of friction. The way he was talking to you, how close he was, he knew you were turned on and you couldnât decide if you loved him for it or hated him even more.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You trailed off as he hummed against your skin, trailing down to your neck and nipping the skin softly, the vibrations of his hum running through your whole body right to your core. You wanted to push him away, wanted to continue to hate him. But you knew that he had you right in his trap, and you werenât really sure if you wanted to escape.
âDonât play dumb with me, sweets. Do you know how long I have waited to rest between your legs and feast?â His hands found their way to your hips, gripping tightly as he found his way back up to your lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. You fought the urge to reach out and wrap your arms around his neck, not wanting to be putty in his hands.Â
âJust admit it, pretty girl. You imagined what it would be like to be fucked by me.â He let out a low growl as you reached your arms around his neck and pulled him to your lips, kissing hard. He closed the space between the two of you, grinding his hips against yours as you kiss passionately. He bit your bottom lip, pulling it softly as you gasped, giving him permission to slip his tongue into your mouth. You tasted mint, and a faint taste of cinnamon from the cereal he had this morning.
He groaned as you rolled your hips against him harder, reaching to grab the backs of your thighs as you jumped up into him. He carried you, his lips never leaving yours as he brought you to his bedroom, kicking the door with his foot. He carried you over to his bed and laid you down, pulling away and hovered above you.
He looked all over your face, admiring your features and reveling in the fact that you were allowing him to kiss you.
âGod, youâre beautiful.â He murmured as he ran his fingertips over your skin, feeling how thin the fabric was and annoyed that it was in the way of feeling all of you. He took your shirt off, noticing that you didn't have anything underneath. He smirked, knowing that you did that for him whether you wanted to admit it or not.
âI canât tell you how long I have waited for this. All those nights hearing you moan my name, what it would feel like that I was the one making you do it.â He kissed down your neck, your hands finding their way to his hair, gripping gently. He left open mouth kisses on your skin and met your nipple, sucking softly. You gasped quietly and felt Bucky groan as you made a noise.
âNo, baby. I want to hear you.â He sucked harder, twirling his tongue over your nipple as you moaned at the feeling. You could feel him smirk as he parted from your nipple and gave the other the same attention. His fingers danced above your clothed core, teasing you as his mouth worked wonders on your nipple.Â
âBuck..âYou breathlessly gasped as he rubbed your clothed clit, wanting to work you up and edge you for making him hear you moan his name when you pleased yourself. He wanted to take his time, but he also wanted to just ruin you.
He grew impatient and ripped your panties off, revealing your slick folds before him. He smirked up at you as he ran a finger through your folds and slightly opening his mouth as you moaned under his touch.
âSuch a needy whore, arenât you?â You moaned as he spoke dirty to you, loving the feeling of his fingers as he played with your folds before pushing two fingers in, curling his fingers in you, you clenched around his fingers, as he moved against the mattress hoping to relieve the tension in his pants. Him pleasuring you, pleasured him.
âFuck, another, please..â you groaned as he pushed a third finger in you, feeling full but at the same time empty because it wasnât what you really wanted. You heard his gasp as you clenched tighter, knowing that you were close.
âMake a mess on my fingers, doll.â You felt the feeling in your stomach as he continued to work his fingers in you, pushing in and out rather fast helping you chase your release. He pressed his thumb on your clit and worked all his fingers at once, making you moan loudly as you came all over his fingers. Your legs trembled as he pressed kisses onto your thighs, pulling his fingers out and making eye contact with you as he sucked on his fingers, moaning at how you tasted.
You leaned your head back on his pillows, as he traveled up to you, pressing a kiss against your lips and you grabbed his face with your hands. He took his jeans off in one quick motion, boxers with them and lowered his hips to yours, feeling his hardon against the inside of your thigh.
âFor the record, I still hate you.â You looked over his face as he smirked, grabbing himself and stroking slowly. He knew the second he pushed inside of you, you wouldnât be hating him anymore.
âIâm not so sure about that, doll.â You rolled your eyes as he lined himself up with you, looking into your eyes as you bit your lip. Without any warning he rammed into you, bottoming out quickly and letting out a loud moan. The feeling of being full with his cock made you moan as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
âFuck, that feels so good, Buck..â he thursted into you harder, bringing his metal hand up to your throat and gripping sftoly enough to make you moan. You looked up to his eyes and made a smirk, wanting to see him go feral.
âIâm going to fuck you so good that you forget what it is like to hate me.â He gripped your neck tighter, his hips meeting yours and the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin made you turned on even more. His other hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer to him as he fucked you into the mattress, watching as your breasts bounced with each hard thrust.
âPlease donât stop..â You breathed out as he let go of your neck, gripping your hips and trailing a hand down to your clit, rubbing incircles to get you closer to your high with him.âYouâre taking my cock so well, sweetheart. Tell me, have you thought about what it would feel like for me to fuck you this good?â He smirked as he felt you clench around him, the overstimulation from him working your clit, the feeling his cock thrusting inside you, was no match to your vibrator and own hand. Not only did you find him attractive, but he knew how to fuck.
âI..â You breathed out as you felt a feeling in your lower stomach once more. You couldnât focus on answering his question as he rubbed your clit furiously, wanting to chase your high. He grunted as you didnât answer, removing his hand and slowing down his thrusts, to a slow and sensual pace.âI canât hear you, my love.â You groaned as you felt his entire length slowly enter you, exit and enter again. You could feel the vein traveling up his cock, as he fucked you slowly. He pulled out and flipped you over, ass up and face in the sheets.
âPlease, Buck..â He teased his tip with your folds, grabbing a handful of your ass and massaging it until he striked your ass hard, hoping to leave a handprint.
âI said, use your words.â He smacked your ass once more as you moaned, biting your lip when you felt his hand travel down your spine and to the base of your neck, pressing you further into the mattress.
âI have, Buck. I have, please fuck me..â You whined as he teased you for a second more and pushed inside of you, moaning curse words at the warmth around his cock.
âFuck.. thatâs it, doll. All mine, youâre all mine you hear me?â He rammed into you and picked his pace up once more, slapping your ass occasionally. You wanted to reach between your thighs to rub your clit, but he was one step ahead of you as he reached around and rubbed your clit.
âCome for me, my good girl. Make a mess all over my cock and Iâll fill you up, all for you.â You both moaned loudly as you clenched around his cock one more time, your legs feeling weak as he used his other hand to keep you up, hips snapping against yours. You felt the feeling in your stomach as he took you from behind, releasing all over his cock.
âGood girl, fuck.â He grunted as his thrusts became messy, his breathing became hitched as he came inside of you, the warmth of him filling you up, and spilling out along the inside of your thighs. He stopped, and rested for a second, pulling out and watched as his cum spilled out of you, running down your legs. He ran a finger through your folds, pushing a finger into your sore pussy along with him cum.
âBuck.. please no more.â You whined as you felt his finger leave, letting you fall over on his bed before he got up and went to the bathroom to grab a towel and cleaned you up. He cleaned himself up and crawled into bed behind you, pulling you close to him.
You knew you couldnât hate him anymore, you knew that there were feelings there between the two of you, and you didnât know how to say it. Thankfully, Bucky knew what you were thinking.
âBe mine?â You chuckled as you turned over and met his gaze, pressing your lips against his and feeling him smile against your lips.
