You were getting ready for dinner with your boyfriendâs parents as your brotherâs best friend interrupted you.
âYou look lovely,â he comments, tipping his head to the side.
Avoiding his eyes, you retort, âIâm aware.â
He grins, chuckling, âconfidence suits you.â
âDrop the flirty remarks, just hand me my necklace and get out.â You told him, your eyes focusing on your reflection in the mirror.
He arches a playful brow, âso needy.â You watch as he moves up behind you, attaching his hips to yours.
âHowâs this?â his voice low, the cool metal of his fingers hooking around your throat.
Your breath hitches, âIâm not yours anymore. You canât do this.â
He trails his lips down your jaw, âthen why do you fit so perfectly around every inch of me? Why does your pretty little pussy feel like it was made for me? Why do you only make those sweet sounds for me?â he questioned you with a smirk playing on his lips.
His eyes met yours in the mirror, reflecting you both. Buckyâs right arm snaked around your waist pulling you flush against his broad chest. âBucky, we can'tâ,â you stammer.
Bucky ignores you, he knows exactly the effect he has on you as he gently puts his fingers on top of your mouth, shushing you.
His other hand trailers lower down your body, stopping above your jeans. He opened the button and the zipper for easier access. Your breath hitched as his hand slipped into your panties.
âYouâre already wet strawberryâŠall for me?â he rubs his fingers against your clothed core, making your legs squeeze together around his hand.
Bucky pushed your panties aside. A whine left your lips as his soft fingertips brushed your clit, âBuckyâŠyou, you canât do this anymore,â you try again.
His metal hand lightly squeezed your throat as the tip of his fingers entered your hole, it made you arch your back in an attempt to be closer to him. Something your body always wanted. You were desperate for his touch even months after breaking things off.
âMhmmm, then tell me to stop, tell me and Iâll stop right now, leave this room and I will never ever touch you again,â he whispered against the shell of your year. His two flesh fingers curled inside of you, spreading your warm walls apart. His thumb drew tight circles over your clit as his middle and ring finger hit your g-spot.
You closed your eyes welcoming the pleasant feeling of Bucky devouring you. Head falling back on his shoulders you could hear him chuckle against your ear before he left soft kisses down your neck.
âI get the feeling you donât want me to stop, strawberry?â Bucky teased you, but you didnât care, you just needed him, âplease, please donât stop Buckyâ you begged him as you felt his fingers slow down and then instantly stop.
âStrawberry, you know betterâŠ,â âplease, donât stop sir,â
Bucky moved back to kiss your neck, sending chills down your spine, goosebumps now lining your skin.
âGood girl,â his hand returned to your aching core, going back to its previous movements.
A loud noise came from outside your door hinting that your brother was only two rooms away. Bucky retreated from you to close the door and lock it, making you whimper in response.
As he came back his hand covered in your slick grabbed your jaw, âso patheticâŠ,â he whispered before pushing you down on the bed.
With a dark look in his eye, he utters, ârub your clit,â your fingers slowly trailed down your body until they met the hem of your shirt.
âSir, can you please take off my pants?â You looked at him with a pout and puppy eyes knowing he would do everything you asked.
âOh, strawberry you know how to get me,â he admitted before discarding his shirt revealing his perfectly sculpted chest, he looked like a god. Bucky hooked his fingers in your jeans pulling it down and throwing it around the room.
His eyes moved back to your pretty pussy covered in black lace panties â the one he had bought for you â âYou wanted to wear that? Were ya planning on fucking your boyfriend with the panties I bought you huh? You filthy slut.â He slapped your pussy causing you to let out a squeak.
âNo, no sir I didnât, I wouldnâtâŠthese are only forââ a high pitched moan came from you as Bucky pushed you panties aside and two of his fingers inside.
A smirk graced his lips, he watched your eyes roll back the moment his fingers hit that spot, âI seem to remember you enjoy my metal hand quite a bitâŠâ âquite a bit was an understatement, you loved choking on it, getting choked by it, getting fucked by it, getting hold down, everything.
Bucky enjoyed watching you fall apart on his fingers. He found it remarkable that he could pull those reactions from you with just his fingers.
âYes, yes, sir, Iâm coming, please let me come!â you begged him, Bucky let out a quiet groan at your pleading, âcome strawberry, come for me and only me.â
âSweetheart, are you almost ready?â a new voice came through the door with a knock, your mom.
Bucky pulled his hand away from you, leaving you with nothing. You looked at him with shock that he denied you your orgasm, âyes mom, Iâll be there any minute.â
You heard your mom leave before you turned to Bucky with a glare, âgive me my orgasm!â you demanded to which he shook his head, ânah, have fun with your new boyfriend strawberry.â He got up, put his shirt on and left the room with you frustrated on the bed.
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Summary: You believe Bucky doesnât even remember your name, not knowing he moans it to himself at night.
Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Masturbation (male)
Word count: 1.4K
A/N: Wrote this on my phone lol sorry for any potential errors. Just wanted to get a little smutty post out there. Also - thanks for nearly 400 followers in just over one week of starting this blog! Iâm so happy đ„Č Enjoy!
âHey. Are you listening?â
A pair of fingers snapped in front of your eyes, breaking you out of your reverie. You blinked in embarrassment as Natasha scowled at you playfully.
âSeriously though, did you listen to anything I just said?â
âNo,â you confessed sheepishly.
Her eyes followed your line of sight, landing on a certain Bucky Barnes.
âAh. You started writing âMrs Bucky Barnesâ across your notepads yet?â
You blushed, heat rising to your cheeks. Were you that obvious? You supposed that one would have to be blind not to notice the goo-goo eyes you gave Bucky all the time whenever he was in the vicinity.
He had arrived at the compound just a few months ago, settling in to his new reformed life away from his history as the Winter Soldier. Steve did his best to help him adjust, and from what you could tell, he was fairly quiet and kept to himself.
âHeâs kind of exactly my type,â you confessed to Natasha quietly, biting on your lower lip.
âAh. You like a guy with a high body count, huh.â
âNat!â You exclaimed, slapping her arm as she snickered at the double entendre. âNot funny.â
âHey, he gave me this.â Natasha yanked up her top, showing off her scar just above the hipbone. âIâm allowed to be mean to him.â
You grumbled in response as Natasha leant closer, cocking an eyebrow. âAnyway, as I was saying, I really need you to help me run some analysis on this equipment we picked up fromâŠâ
âââ x âââ
You shuffled through the compound hallways, a stack of files in your arms. You rounded a corner sharply, almost colliding with a tall, dark figure who sidestepped you neatly.
âJesus Christ!â Though a collision had been avoided, you squawked in shock nonetheless, promptly dropping the files onto the floor.
âAh, shit. Sorry,â Bucky said, quickly kneeling down to collect them.
âOh god, Iâm sorry,â you floundered, cheeks flushing red. He straightened up and stacked the files on your arms neatly, his long fingers brushing against yours ever so slightly. His eyes met yours as he offered you a half smile, the corners of his lips quirking up.
His irises were a gorgeous, gray blue, and you silently noted that you had never been stood so close to him before. He smelt so good, and he looked even better in his tight tactical gear.
âThank you,â you stuttered, wanting to kick yourself at how ruffled you sounded. The effect this man had on you was unfair.
âYouâre welcomeâŠâ he paused deliberately, and you offered your name to him eagerly. He repeated it, and you loved the way the syllables sounded on his tongue.
âSee you around,â he said casually before he strode off again, leaving you a flustered mess in the hallway.
Okay, at least step one was accomplished - he finally knew your name, even if he might not remember it.
You sighed, knowing your little schoolgirl crush was going to be the death of you.
âââ x âââ
Bucky lay in bed that night, as he did most nights since coming to the compound, with his hands down his pants.
He liked to start off slow, usually. On the odd occasion, he would want it fast, his hands working overtime on his cock as he showered, water streaming over his body as he pumped himself to completion. He would cum hard each time, bracing himself against the shower tiles, your name on his lips.
But usually he liked to take his time. Enjoyed painting a picture in his mind, a mental porno in which you were the star.
God, you had been so fucking cute today. Bucky loved watching you squirm, seeing you blush, practically see the blood rushing to your cheeks.
He had playfully orchestrated the encounter in the hallway, able to smell your subtle perfume with his elevated senses (it had the smell of vanilla and sakura blossoms) as you power walked through the compound.
He was delighted when you practically unravelled in front of him just from a simple stare and a sweep of his fingers. He wondered what you would be like if he ever got you in front of him, naked, ready to take his cock.
His hand palmed his semi-hard erection as he settled back against the pillows, eyes closed. He teased himself, fingers gently tapping his dick, pulling slightly at his balls.
Your face was fixed in his mind. He recalled your wide, shocked eyes, your mouth open in a small âOâ as you gasped.
He imagined that mouth stretching wider, tongue lolling out, asking to suck his cock. You would be on your knees as he stood over you, feeding his dick into your warm cavern, and you would take as much as you could like a good girl. So eager to please.
âAh, fuck,â Bucky hissed, pulling down the hem of his sweatpants and freeing himself completely.
His cock was heavy and thick as it lay against his stomach, twitching slightly as his mind filled itself with the most lewd images of you.
Of course he knew your name. He had asked Steve for it after the first few times heâd spotted you, playing it off as a casual inquiry.
He moaned it now as he dragged drops of his pre-cum down his shaft, wishing it was your hands that was wrapped around his length.
Somehow he found it thrilling, the idea of you believing that he had no clue who you were. He wondered what your reaction would be if you could see him now, rendered a horny, sweaty mess as he masturbated to thoughts of you and only you.
He imagined you spread out in front of him, legs wide, panting and begging for him to fuck your tight pussy. He would slap the head of his cock against your entrance, dragging it against your wet folds, teasing.
In reality, he knew that if he ever found himself in that position, he wouldnât be able to hold back. Hell, heâd be the one begging you to let him fuck you.
âYeah, you like that, baby?â Bucky grunted, his hand beginning to move at a steady tempo. If he went too fast, he would definitely cum within seconds, and he wanted to make this last.
He imagined being able to fondle your soft breasts, imagined being able use his mouth on your nipples, wanting to suckle on your tits. He imagined being allowed to kiss every inch of your body, from your toes, up the inner thighs, through the valley of your breasts and to your lips.
He would kiss you with passion and fire, tongue searching yours, wet and hot and needy. He would cup his hand behind your neck, fuck into you slowly and make you moan his name into his mouth.
He tried to imagine how that would sound like, high pitched and breathy.
âBeg for me,â Bucky said aloud, his hand moving up and down his cock as he fantasised about it moving in and out of your cunt instead. âGod, beg me to cum inside you.â
He bet your soaking pussy would feel ten times better than jerking off alone in his room, but for now, this was the best he could get. He imagined rutting into you, hard, watching you shake under him as you became undone.
âYou gonna let me cum inside you, princess?â He groaned, feeling himself reach the edge. He could see you in his mind, touching your own clit, pleasuring yourself as Buckyâs fat cock disappeared inside you over and over and over again.
You would beg for him to breed you, to fill you up, that sweet mouth speaking the filthiest words.
âAh - ah fuck, Iâll give it to you, youâre taking it all like a good girl,â Bucky gasped, his hand clenching around his thick, veiny cock before he released all the pent up sexual frustration inside.
Creamy, hot ropes of cum spurted out, onto his stomach. He steadily stroked himself through the high, imagining you crying out as you orgasmed, imagining you being filled up with his seed.
He envisioned how it would look as he continued to thrust, you letting yourself be used, whimpering at the over stimulation.
Bucky was breathing rapidly, body finally going lax as his sticky hand released his softening cock. His heart was beating rapidly as he licked his lips, sighing longingly.
One day, he thought, almost a prayer, one day Iâll get to see what you look like when you cum.
warnings: 18+ minors dni. (fingering, fxm intercourse, dirty talk) drug use (donât do drugs kids) and kinda dub-con because drugs. this is a FIC okay fictional. FAKE. swearing. one mention of death, tiny illusion to buckyâs sad little life but heâs fine now okay.
a/n: i honestly donât know how good this is but iâm just happy to have finished SOMETHING these past two weeks. ding dong eat this!!!!
âYou need to chill the fuck out.â You say from your spot against the wall. Even watching him was stressing you out, your eyes tracking him back and forth as he paces the room you have both been stuck in for the last 3 hours.
âAnd you need to take this more seriously.â He takes a break from walking in a straight line to run a hand through his hair, peaking out the window for the hundredth time.
Warnings: SMUT! If you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you are over the age of 18 - p in v twice, unprotected sex
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hii! i absolutely love your writing, you're so talented! i found unattainable when i was oh so deep in my dbf!bucky bag and it altered my brain chemistry. i desperately need more dbf!bucky, idc about plot, just as long as it's pure filth and bucky is a little mean and cocky maybe?
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all these new seb pics have me in a daze, so hereâs this
warnings: pure filth without plot (dirty talk, vaginal sex, quickie, vague fingering, groping, choking, exhibitionism, praise, slut shaming, degradation, overstimulation), age gap
the first draft of this got deleted so this is a rewrite :/
The taste of wine is heavy on your tongue, accompanied by the taste of the steak your family prepared dinner- which Bucky had ever so gracefully invited himself to. Your father held no resistance, happy to have his longtime best friend stay for dinner.
It wasn't unusual for him to take claim his place next to you at the table, stuffing himself into the seat closest to you, eyes trained on you during the entire dinner. For his hand to slide towards your thigh, itching closer up your dress until he found your clothed cunt, palming it as your parents asked you about your current job search.
After the last of the steak was finished, your parents had wandered off to the local market in search for a forgotten dessert. You could practically feel the tension melt from your shoulders at the prospect of being alone, accompanied by a heat in your stomach- and a cold anxiety fluttering in your chest.
Your hands are wet with soap and water as you clean off your dishes, chewing on a sore on the inside of your mouth with puckered lips. You can hear Bucky's footsteps gravitate towards you, the sound of his heavy boots on your wooden floor all too familiar.
âNeed any help?â His presence makes itself known beside you, with a large hand placed on the small of your back. You have to resist the urge to fall into it, your body tensing slightly under the contact.
âIâm okay,â You practically squeak, clearing your throat. He hums, but doesnât move, keeping his soft grip on you.
You shuffle your body, swallowing harshly, continuing to wash the last of your dishes, trying your best to ignore the way his hot gaze practically bores a hole into you.
His hand falls down the small of your back, bunching up the fabric of your dress as it moves forward to your stomach. He moves more behind you, pressing you back against him with a light push, making you gasp.
"Bucky," You breathe.
He chuckles, hot against your ear, "C'mon... Don't get all shy on me now."
Both of his hands wrap around your waist, grasping onto your sides. You grab his wrists- not quite to stop him, but to just hold him in place.
"My parents could catch us." You whisper.
"Mmm," He hums, moving his hands lower, your hands following suit. "That's never stopped us before."
Bucky's fingers bring up the hem of your dress, pushing the fabric upwards just enough to reveal your panties. You feel his fingers press down, stroking your cunt above the fabric, a groan erupting from his throat.
"Fuck," He says, hips pressing harshly against your back, "I love feelin' how fuckin' wet you get- always a good little slut f' me,"
He lays kisses below your ear, down your cheeks and to your jaw, tongue jutting out to lay soft licks on your skin. You can feel your skin start to prickle with goosebumps, thighs squirming in his hold.
You turn towards the door, contemplating your situation. You know full well how long the drive to the market takes, but the threat of being caught with him has tensity building in your shoulders- and an uncomfortable heat pooling in your stomach.
Bucky's hand dips down underneath your panties, making contact with your bare cunt. You let out a soft whimper at the contact, feeling the way his fingers guide along your slick, wetness already beginning to drip down.
"We have to be quick," You say, and can practically feel the grin that spreads along his features.
"There's my girl."
The fingers hooked in your panties pull them down, leaving them dangling around your mid thigh. The sound of his belt unbuckling behind you makes you squirm- having Pavlov's dog-ged yourself into an automatic response.
You whimper as he presses the tip of his cock to your folds, sliding around your slick with heavy grunts. He chuckles at the sound, fingers curling around your throat, bringing your head back to lay against his chest- chin pointed up at the sky.
"Think you can take me jus' like this?" Bucky says, voice in a whisper, "Pussy's always so fuckin' wet f' me to take whenever I want."
He grunts as his tip breaches your entrance, his grip on your throat growing tighter. You always forget just how thick he is- how the stretch of him can leave you aching for days afterward.
"There we go," He moans once his cock bottoms out, your pussy trembling around his length, your eyes fluttering closed, "Good fuckin' girl. I knew you could do it."
The sound of skin slapping fills the air as he begins to lay light thrusts into your cunt, accompanied by his groans, mouth pressed up against your ear. Your free hand wraps around the wrist tied to your neck- as his gropes your ass, kneading it like dough. It travels to your back, pushing you forward, laying your body flat against the countertop.
His thrusts get faster, cock pounding against your cervix as he holds you still. You're moaning against the granite, gripping at the countertop. "Please, fuck, please-"
"How'd your daddy like to know what a dumb slut his lil' girl is f'me," Bucky groans, spreading your ass to watch the way his cock disappears into your cunt- laying a light spank to the skin, "Begging me to fuck her stupid."
Your hand goes to rub at your clit- but he slaps it away, replacing it with his own. Your leg lifts up, his cock hitting your cunt at a new angle, making your body practically keen in on itself.
"Feel good?" Bucky grunts, humming at the way you moan a mhm in response, "Feels fuckin' good f' me too, baby, gripping my cock so nice. I know I left you hanging before, baby- just knew you'd come nice and good around my dick."
His other hand moves forward, curling around to stuff his fingers into your open mouth. You whine around them, trying your hardest to suck- "I wan' come," You moan, "Please, I wanna- I wanna come so bad, please-"
"I know, honey, I know," He coos, "I know you've been so fuckin' close- just', fuck, come around my fuckin' cock baby, like a good little fuckin' slut."
Your orgasm hits through you, slicing through your stomach in a white heat. You whine and moan around his fingers, legs twitching as he fucks you through it, unrelentless in his ruthless pace.
"Please," You're begging again, overstimulation flooding your cunt, "I can't- I can't take anymore,"
"Yeah you can," Bucky insists, voice growing gravelly as his cock twitches, "You can give me one more."
"I can't." You cry.
"Yes you fuckin' can," He growls. "I know you can. Give me one more, baby, come on- like a good, stupid fuckin' slut, give me one more."
Bucky's pace on your clit goes unrelenting, fingers continuing their assault despite your pleas, spit drooling down your chin. The way his cock slams against you is almost growing painful, tearing through the inside of your cunt.
You feel your second orgasm wash over your body like a cold wave. It's not as violent, it creeps up on you- but it hits just the same, making your body twitch against him as you cry around his fingers.
With a last few slams, his cock twitches as he comes, filling your pulsing cunt up with his spend. Bucky moans, leaning his body over to hover over your back.
You catch your breath, lip still quivering. You whine when he pulls out- cum dripping from out of your cunt and down your thigh, pussy twitching at the loss of being filled.
Bucky pulls up your panties, finger collecting the dripped cum, gathering it to bring towards your mouth. You take it in, sucking the cum off his fingers with a moan.
"Good girl," He praises, a smile settling on his features. "I want you to keep the rest inside you. Wanna get some more dessert later."
The ripple of shimmering silver never failed to send goosebumps rising all over your skin. The seamlessly interlocking plates softly whirring into a blur of motion as he moved his vibranium hand over the contours of your naked body. It was always surprisingly warmer than you'd think, but that didn't stop your shiver, shifting on his lap as he reached down between your legs, the smooth surface of his metal fingers barely brushing against you.
"BuckyâŠ" you breathed, closing your eyes in anticipation of what was to come.
"Ah-ah, eyes open doll."
You saw how he smirked as you obeyed, looking back at him, and it just makes you even hotter.
He presses your legs apart, a mischievous glint in his eye as he surveys you via the reflection of the mirror in front of the bed, his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist holding you to him, completely at his mercy.
"God you're such a fucking tease," you turn your head, grazing your teeth against his throat.
"Oh, there's my girl," he hums in your ear as he slides his flesh hand up slightly, cupping your left breast and grabbing a greedy handful as he runs his thumb over your rapidly peaking nipple.
"Doll, you're so fucking beautiful."
You let out the smallest whimper and he chases you for more, keeping on teasing you with his other fingers, trailing them up your inner thigh. A sweet, sharp inhale meets his ears as he parts your folds, dipping the metal digits in your slippery arousal but nothing more.
"What can I say? I just love gettin' you all worked up." He squeezes your nipple between his fingers and ghosts the fingertips of his vibranium hand over your clit. You can feel him hard and pressing into your lower back as you jerk at the intimate touch.
"God, m'worked up enough already Buck, c'mon, gimme." you plead with impatience.
He smiles and chuckles, lifting you easily a little way up off his thighs as he positions the head of his cock between your legs. "Greedy."
"Ohh fuck yesâŠ" you hiss in relief, mouth dropping open as you watch in the mirror as his thick length disappears within you as he eases you down.
"Alright, you got what you wanted, doll," he grunts, your pussy squeezing him tightly. "now, you gonna do some work?" His fingers slowly circle your clit and you gasp, he supports you as you use your legs to push up off him and sink down again repeatedly. It's fucking heaven.
"Mm yeah⊠look at you fucking yourself on me baby, so gorgeous." He thrusts his hips up to meet yours and you feel yourself getting wetter, can see the sheen of you covering his cock each time he pulls out, slick sounds filling your ears, you're drunk on the feel of him.
He nips at your earlobe, "you're gone already, huh?" he asks teasingly, and all you can do is moan and take what he's giving you, your eyelids fluttering and growing heavy. He grips you gently by the chin, tipping your head back up to face the mirror and you meet his eyes as he rubs you faster, harder. It feels too good. His touch, his cock, being able to see absolutely everything in front of youâŠ
"Oh god⊠Bucky you're gonna, -ah!" He bounces you harder on his cock, hitting you deeper and fuller each time.
"Gonna what doll⊠make you come? Make you scream? Yeah, that's what you're gonna do for me, don't hold back."
He makes you watch, your bottom lip trembling before you bite down on it, teeth sinking into the plump rosy flesh as Bucky's graze and nip the skin of your neck. Your fingers reach behind to tangle in his hair as he relentlessly pumps into you, fingertips rubbing into your swollen, slick clit until you're coming on his cock. He's watching you the whole time, eyes locked on yours as your pussy walls start squeezing around him so tight.
"Fuck. Where'd you want it baby?"
You can't think at all, you just want it, want him. You're choking out a stuttering moan as the walls of your cunt flutter and pulse as he thrusts hard and spills inside you.
Warnings// smut, breeding kink, light spit kink, light degrading, use of the words cockslut and slut, kinda baby trapping but also not really, a hint of hair pulling, that might be it
AU// soft!dark!pirate!bucky x f!reader
Note// a little bit longer than the previous ones and I actually like how this one turned out. My summaries are getting worse and worse though bc my brain doesnât work anymore fbrhdughs
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
Your body had grown use to the uncomfortable positions Bucky had managed to bend you in.
Your legs on his shoulders, practically bent in half as he pounded into you. Teeth gritted and muscles tense from the exertion as your hands fumbled to find something to hold onto, gasped out moans tearing from your burning lungs as his hands found yours. Fingers lacing together before he pinned them to the mattress.
âGonna make a family. Make my little cockslut a momma-â he panted, beads of sweat formed at his hairline and skin flush as you whined in response. âFull you till your dripping and round- weâd make perfect babies.â
His words werenât fully registering in your pleasure drunk mind, likely another empty promise that you couldnât bother to argue with. Not when he was pressing so deep and fucking into the perfect spot that had your thighs quivering, thick cock splitting you open.
Your lips dry from the heaving breaths as you tried to wet them, voice hoarse from the hours heâd had you like this. Holding off on the swirling at his base to have his pleasure in bringing you to a breaking point. One where youâd beg him to stop but still cling onto him and mewl like he was your lifeline. A twisted feeling growing in him at the thought of keeping you full of him- of seeing you round with his child.
Likely one of the reasons he went harder- faster.
You hadnât thought it possible, your legs being dropped to a more comfortable position on his waist as he gripped your cheeks in metal fingers. Your mouth opening instinctively as he pursed his lips, gathering saliva before spitting it in your mouth and smothering your lips with his in a sloppy kiss. Teeth clanking together from the punishing thrusts as his hips rutted yours.
âMy pretty little slut will always be that- mine.â A sick smile curled his lips, goosebumps lining his skin when your shaky hands found their way up his chest and to his long hair. Fingers tangling in it as you blubbered incoherent words, a shift in his hips tensing your body and making your hands tug the sweat dampened strands.
A pleased chuckled mixed with a deep moan rumbled from his chest as you pulled hard in reaction to the feeling rippling through your body, tingles running down his spine from the feeling.
âThere ya go, finally getting the hang of it.â He strained from the angle of his head being pulled back. The column of his neck looking as if it was begging to be marked up as you pulled him down to you, latching your lips to his pulse point and sucking harshly on the skin. His vulgar sounds vibrating against your mouth as his warm right hand slipped between your slick bodies to toy with your clit. Your back arching painfully at the overwhelming feeling.
âGonna fuck a baby into this pretty cunt. Then youâll always be mine. My permanent little fuck toy.â Bucky grunted, pressing sloppy circles to the overworked nub. His thrusts losing their rhythm. âWhose cock is this?â
Your mumbles were inaudible over the salacious sounds of skin slapping and the wet squelch of your cunt mixed with his deep moans and grunts. His lips brushing over yours before he surged his hips forward, thick tip ramming into a spot that had you seeing stars and his hand going up to grope at your chest. âAnswer me.â
âMine- mine, all mine-â you cried out, words slurring together from the seemingly permanent fog that had settled over your mind.
âProve it, claim it.â
âI canât- I canât- Bucky, please-â you pleaded, your fingers slipping down to dig your nails into the skin of his back. The stinging sensation only egging him on as another guttural moan poured from his plump lips.
âYes, you can. You want that family? Lock me in and take whatâs yours.â He demanded, jaw clenched tight and pace faltering.
Your ankles hooked together at the base of his back, heels digging into the spot to pull him impossibly deeper as your frantically rocked your hips against him.
âThere ya go, greedy pussy is milking me.â Bucky grunted, head dipping down to bite a mark to your shoulder as his cock twitched in your velvety walls.
Your countless orgasm tore through you like a wild fire. Stealing the breath from your lungs and making your body convulse, walls spasming around his thick cock as your vision whited out for a moment. His guttural moan barely heard over the roaring in your ears as hot spurts of his spend filled you.
Your body was wore out when he slipped from between your shaking thighs. A weak whine pulling from your throat when you felt his middle and ring finger against your cunt, pressing the seed that had seeped from you back into your spasming walls.
âBucky-â you started, heavy metal hand pressing just above your pelvic bone to hold your hips down as he fucked his fingers into you. Your overstimulated cunt already clenching around the digits and body fully reacting to the shocks of pleasure.
âYouâre gonna make the best momma- give me another and you can go to bed.â
Summary: Bucky comes home from a mission and needs time to hold his girl.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: So much fluff in Buckyâs pov <3
a/n: I love feedback!! Please let me know what you think, it gives me motivation to write more :) Got lotsss of inspo from the song âHold My Girlâ by George Ezra.
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Fall was a finicky season.Â
One day hot, the next a damp, dim breeze, the weeks that made up November were a myriad of change. You could smell it in the air and see it in the way the cars drove. Buildings kept their lights on longer, people walked slower; everything felt as if it were in limbo, waiting for the semblance of normality that would blanket the city when the sun finally left and took its morsels of warmth along with it.Â
In your apartment, the change wasnât as obvious.Â
White sheets still glowed with pale light each morning. Plates still made crisp, ringing sounds each nightâhot ceramic, straight from the dishwasher because Bucky couldnât stand when they sat in there for too long. Footsteps echoed in the stairwell by the elevator. Laughs were low and plentiful, just murmurs drifting through warm vents when the moon was high.Â
Hi! Love your work! I was wondering if youâd ever write a fic about Winter soldier/ soldat! Bucky being the readers bodyguard and he has to protect her, but they end up falling in love?
Bodyguard
omg stop this is so cute! Iâve been really into Yes to Heaven by Lana Del Rey so this fic is heavily inspired by my new favourite banger!
Summary: getting drunk at galas was fun, but not as fun as Bucky taking care of you after.Â
The tight red dress caused people to flock around you, trying to know where you were from and if they could see you again. These galas did nothing for you but it was worth the free drink in your opinion, you could flirt with guys and leave them hanging on while trying new and extremely expensive drinks. The red straw matched your dress, and the condensation dripping from your circular glass matched the loaned diamonds falling from your neckline.Â
The night was soon to be over, half of the people had already left the ballroom, leaving the stragglers to talk amongst themselves. But when it got quiet was your favourite part, where everyone was too drunk to care about formalities and just broke off into their little groups and created intimate circles, talking about whatever came to mind.Â
Your circle was not a circle, it was a line; one person who you cared about.Â
Bucky Barnes stood in the corner of the room, his stoic face hadnât fallen all night. He had his eye on you but it wasnât anything new, that was his job. Sometimes your mind would wander to the universe where he looked at you out of love rather than responsibility. He could see you making your way over, a smirk growing as he saw how drunk you really were.Â
âHow are you feeling?â he held one hand out and let you fall into his chest, giggling to himself as you obviously breathed in his cologne.Â
You looked up at him and bit your bottom lip, âlook at you just standing over here, all mysterious, all cryptic,â he swiftly took your hand off his shoulder and held them in front of him, âI donât just pay you to be quiet and hot-â his eyebrows shot up, â-if I had my way you wouldnât be working for me,â they were quick to fall.Â
âAm I not doing what you would like?â he ask and scanned the room, his mental timer going off to do his rounds.Â
âYou do every right, so right in fact, that I donât want you to be my bodyguard,â your hand cupped his cheek, âI want you to be my boyfriend.â you were too drunk to gauge his reaction, things were starting to get a little fuzzy and your feet were killing you in the heels.Â
âLetâs get you home,â he muttered and placed his hand on your hip, overly aware of how he was touching you and how holding you close was no longer a reaction out of responsibility but out of love. He had been thinking about the things you had just said for a long time, noticing how his performance at his job was strained by his love for you.Â
âWait,â you gasped as you stood in the middle of the ballroom, âdance with me,â your hands slid up his chest and wrapped around the back of his neck, âsay yes to me, dance with me.âÂ
âI canât say no,â his hands sat on your hips as you both began to rock. âYou knowâŠâ his eyes travelled all down your figure, âyou look amazing tonight, I couldnât stop staring at you,â a boyish smile graced his face when he admitted it, âIâve always got my eye on you, dear.âÂ
âI know,â you whispered and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling him tense and then relax. âCan you stay the night when I get home?â your eyes were closed, feeling the soft music flow up your body, making your chest rumble.Â
âOf course, I can,â his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, âI always will.âÂ
âGood,â your body felt warm, fully falling into the drowsiness that mixed drink gave you.
 He was basically carrying your body weight, âare you about to fall asleep?â he felt you nod and the dancing stopped, his arms warped tightly around you and pulled you to walk with him.Â
Once you were out of the ballroom one arm moved to your legs so he swept you up, carrying you bridal style to your car. His breath got caught in his throat when you nuzzled into his chest, looking like a little kitten curling up on its owner. One hand grabbed his suit jacket while the other sat in your lap, by the time he reached the valleyed car you were out cold.Â
The car twisted and turned down the roads, the gala was somewhat in the middle of nowhere. The company that invited you, put you in a little cabin, they knew you were not a fan of penthouses or extremely prestigious hotels. Most of the people attending lived around here or in the city, your cabin was a little more north.Â
Bucky couldnât get you to let go of him in the car, accepting that both of you would go without a seatbelt and you would stay on his lap. After a particularly harsh pothole, you began to mumble in your sleep, seeking more contact with Bucky. His thumb brushed along your bicep as he tried to get you back to sleep but it didnât work, after rubbing your cheek into his chest one more time you pulled away.Â
âGood morning,â he mumbled, suddenly hyper-aware of his close proximity to you.Â
âWhere are we?â your voice shook while you stretched, still not moving off of him. Buckyâs heart swelled at your squinted eyes and the way your fingers fumbled with one of his suit jack buttons.Â
âIn the car to the cabin,â he guided you back down to lay your head on his chest, âthere you go,â he whispered as you got comfortable, âweâll be there in a bit, just relax and maybe fall asleep again.âÂ
Soon enough you were at the cabin, being carried in by your bodyguard even though this was extremely against protocol. But the way you treated one another and became actual friends also broke protocol, so where was the harm? You both were aware of the flirty comments and looks you gave one another, but also fully aware of the repercussions.Â
âHere we go,â he placed you down on your bed, âwake up, y/n, take your dress off.âÂ
âCan you do it for me?â one hand covered your eyes, âIâm too drunk and too tired and I trust you.âÂ
âIâm not doing that,â he laughed, the idea was laughable.Â
âPlease,â you rolled onto your stomach and tried to reach for the zipper, missing every time, âsee!â you threw your arms down.Â
âFine,â Bucky grumbled and carefully unzipped your dress, pulling it off your body while quickly covering you up. âThere,â he sighed, seeing you curled into a little ball and dressed in your pyjamas.Â
Right when he was about to leave he felt a tug on his hand, looking over his shoulder he saw you. It looked like you were fully awake, sitting upright and holding his wrist in your hand, âcan you lie down with me for a bit?â you tugged him a little closer, âjust for a little bit, until I fall asleep?âÂ
âWhatâs your reason this time?â he laughed and began taking off his suit.Â
âI donât have one,â you just shrugged and Bucky has to remind himself you were intoxicated, âI just like it when weâre touching or when you cuddle me.âÂ
Bucky found his spot behind you in bed, pulling you close to his chest. He knew he wasnât going to stay until you fell asleep, heâd wake up laying on his back with you clinging to him. Part of him smirked at the fact you didnât try and bullshit anything, previous times you blamed it on a scary movie you watch. He could always see right through it but this time it was different, you seemed closer to him.Â
âCan we do this every night?â you whispered, placing your hand on his.Â
âWhat?â he laughed, âget drunk and dance in a fancy ball-â
âSleep in the same bed,â you wiggled back into him, âI love it.âÂ
His lips parted, I love you, but all he could do was place a little kiss on your head, âsure, weâll do this every night.â
đđđđđđđđ: Bucky makes good on his promise to show your shitty ex-boyfriend exactly how it's done.
ă»â„ă» đđđđđđđ â Bucky Barnes x Female ReaderÂ
ă»â„ă» đ đđđđđ â Sebastian Stan, Marvel Cinematic UniverseÂ
ă»â„ă» đđđđđđđđ đđ§đ đđđđđđđđ â Language, cheating exes, a little bit of fluff if you squint really hard, smut (protected sex, pretty much just pwp, does this count as phone sex? lol) â minors, do not interactÂ
ă»â„ă» đđđđ đđđđđ â 1,242
ă»â„ă» đđđđđ â Oh, don't mind me! I'm just neglecting all my other WIPs to write this quick little follow-up to my other story Fairplay, which you should probably read before this one!
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âI donât think he can hear you, honey,â Bucky urges as he moves on top of you. Heâs got you practically folded in half, your knees at either side of your head, your body limp and pliant after trying to keep up with a super soldierâs stamina. âA little louder, alright? Can you do that for me?âÂ
âOh fuck, Bucky!â You cry out, your cell phone sliding around on the sheets with each one of his powerful thrusts. He canât help but smirk, feeling your walls squeeze him for the nth time tonight. Heâs decided to give your poor sweet asshole a little break, rolling on a condom and sinking back into your pretty cunt.Â
âThatâs it, tell him. Tell him whoâs giving it to you so good, hm?â Bucky plants a sloppy kiss to the corner of your open mouth as you pant, eyes closed in bliss as his large body keeps you pinned to the mattress as he plows into you. The noises you make are driving him crazy, somewhere between a whimper and a moan each time he drops his hips onto you, allowing his weight to drive his cock further into your pussy.Â
âDonât stop!â You sob, holding onto his shoulders, tears trailing down your temples and disappearing into your hair. âPlease, donât stop!âÂ
âShit, baby, not for anything in the world.â He promises, cock twitching with his impending release. You look so wild, so uninhibited, and so damn alluring writhing in pleasure underneath him. Youâve awakened something primal and urgent inside Bucky, igniting a deep hunger in his gut that only you can satiate.Â
He had intended for your first time together, if you ever decided to give him a chance, to be nice. And then he wasnât even going to suggest anal for at least six months. He was doing everything out of order. A sweet girl like you (by day, anyway) should be wined and dined first before getting her pretty brains fucked out.Â
That was his initial plan. Of course, he was going to wait a little bit after your breakup with Josh to ask you out, because he didnât want you to think he was just trying to catch you on the rebound or something. He didnât want to be that guy, not to you.Â
He wanted you to know how much he likes you. Heâs been crushing on you for a long time now. And then Natasha decided to throw you that party, convincing you to show up in a dress so sexy you might as well have walked straight out of Buckyâs filthiest wet dreams, all giggly and sweet while sipping bubbly champagne.Â
He couldnât resist, not when you looked up at him like that over the rim of your cocktail glass. Your eyes grew heated when he joked that you should ârevenge bang the entire upper east sideâ. It prompted him to make another joke, grateful that he had taken a few swigs of that âspecial brewâ Thor brought from his planet before walking up to you, that he would gladly volunteer because thatâs what good friends do. Except he wasnât entirely joking.Â
The next thing he knew, you were in his room, kissing him hungrily and taking his hands to place them on your waist. When he didn't move them, tried to remain a gentleman for at least a little longer, you guided them up your torso and over your breasts, giggling and said, âGod, youâre gorgeous.âÂ
Him, gorgeous? Really! Bucky couldnât help but grin, wanting to say the words back to you except you reached forward and palmed him through his trousers. Suddenly, he couldnât even remember how to speak. Any semblance of self restraint he still possessed up to that point went right out the window when you leaned in close and whispered, âYou know, Sarge, I think about you all the time.âÂ
Just like that, he had no more thoughts of waiting another few weeks to do this. No more concerns about taking it slow as you pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. No more hesitation when you took off your dress and ran your hands up and down his chest, asking if he liked what he saw.Â
And then things got even more out of hand when that jackass Josh called. Bucky never liked that idiot, hated him for what he did to you, for what he no doubt made you feel after he cheated on you, enough that Bucky suggested something he never thought he would.Â
âCanât hear you, Josh.â Bucky grunts with each forceful punch of his hips, lying through his teeth, ignoring the litany of muffled curse words coming from the speakers of your phone. âIâve got a pretty girlâs legs wrapped around my head. I bet you hear everything though. That is the sound of a satisfied womanââ
A point emphasized by your chanting: âYes! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!âÂ
ââAnd you are a colossal fucking dumbass who didnât know how good he had it. Shit, what were you thinking? Sheâs so fucking beautiful when she comes. Not that youâd know though, right?â He sneers, feeling a surge of arrogant pride at the way you keep begging for more, even though heâs already pumped both your holes so damn full. âBet youâve never heard her like this, have you?âÂ
âOh my god, please. Bucky, you feel so fucking good, baby. Youâre so fucking deep. Ahh, youâre gonna make me comeâ!âÂ
âFuck yes,â Bucky growls, maintaining his harsh pace. âCome for me, honey, I wanna feel it.â
âG-Gonna come so hard!âÂ
âGo on, give it to me. I need it, Y/N.â He feels your walls fluttering around him, your breasts pressing against his chest when your back arches. Bucky lets out a loud groan, his forehead falling against your shoulder as your pussy milks his own orgasm out of him. âThatâs it, thatâs my girl. Shit, I canât get enough of you.âÂ
You slump back against the bed with a gasp, your legs still shaking on his shoulders as Bucky keeps himself locked in your intimate embrace, buried balls deep inside you as he fills the condom with his release, trembling in the wake of your satiated passion.Â
Joshâs voice still comes from your neglected phone, still swearing at the both of you in the background, calling you every colorful name in the book. You ignore it, instead cupping Buckyâs jaw and lifting his head so his eyes meet yours. You smile dreamily up at him, a gesture he returns with affection.Â
He picks up your phone, allowing your legs to fall from his shoulders, his free hand massaging one of your thighs. âGonna hang up now, Josh. As you can tell, weâre a little busy. Sheâs got several months of missed orgasms to catch up on, after all.âÂ
Your eyes go wide as he taps the red âend callâ button, cutting off Joshâs responding rant, and tosses the phone back onto the bed. Bucky pulls out of you, leaning back on his haunches to remove the spent condom and throw it in a nearby trash bin.Â
âBucky, you canât be serious? Itâs almost four in the morning!â You gasp when he reaches over to the bedside table for another little square foil packet.Â
âDonât look at me like that, honey,â he leans down and kisses you firmly. âYouâre the one who asked me not to stop, remember?âÂ
And thenâÂ
Heehee. I'm such a rascal đ€
Thanks for dropping by. Reblogs/comments would be greatly appreciated! â€
~Vivian Lily
"Weeks after resettling in Delacroix; Louisiana, Bucky found someone who feels like home. Suddenly, it's not so bad to let someone in through the barriers he built around himself over the decades."
[5.6k] | i think this could be read as a standalone, slightly insecure bucky, cuddling, making out, morning sex, handjob, cunningulus, p in v action, unprotected sex, sam is literally a psychic who can see through bucky's sexual life because that's what best buddies are for
reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.
There were times scattered throughout Bucky's life that made him question whether he'd make it out alive or not. Often with a piece of ripped cloth cushioning a deep wound or with the sight of the barrel of a gun pointed right towards his face; he wondered if he could walk out of there in one piece. Sometimes he wanted to, sometimes he wished that it would be the last mission of all.
One mission he was sure that he wouldn't survive was you.
Sweeping you off your feet, doing all the things his heart practically ordered him to do; all while trying to survive through your beautiful smile and easygoing nature. If looks could kill, yours would- not because it's harsh or stoic or anything, but because you looked at him with so much adoration that it made him feel like his heart was going to plunge out of his chest all of a sudden, and land itself on your hands.
Ever since that first dance you two sloppily shared at your living room, swaying side to side with laughs and the remaining adrenaline pumping through your veins from the kiss- oh, to relive that kiss over and over. Although each time your lips found his felt pretty much like heaven on earth, he felt as if there's no way he could forget the way you knocked his breath out of his lungs with the soft press of your lips against his, pulling him deeper into the void you created in his head with that timid smile and shiny eyes.
Both of you were naturally shy. You told him that it's been a very long time since you've last dated anybody -and obviously, he understood that, not like he had any chance to actually talk to anyone on a friendly basis as the Winter Soldier before he resettled in Delacroix, Louisiana with Sam- and that you'd love to take it at a slower pace. He was more than happy to oblige, opting to keep the love declarations and 'i would literally die for you's at bay as he held your hand through walks all the way from the start to the end of the lake's harbour, exchanging stories and theories and snippets of fun facts with you until his cheeks would hurt from smiling too much.
Boy, he was smitten. He was down so bad and Sam was never going to live it down.
"So, if you actually went back in time and killed your grandfather, you wouldn't be born. Which means since you're not born, nobody's killing your grandpa. Which means you're actually born, but now that the grandpa is alive, you go back in time again-"
"Sweetheart, you're overestimating my intelligence." Bucky laughed out, earning a playful scoff from you as he sat with you by the back porch of the Wilson residence. "You gotta stop if you don't want my brain to just ooze out of my ears."
"That's disgusting to think of." Your soft pout twisted his heart so tight that for a moment, he wanted nothing more than to just sprint all the way and dive into the lake and never come back up. You took a small sip from the bottle of beer you held, offering the rest to him, which he took with gratitude.
"Hey, lovebirds! Remind me again why I'm the one cooking for you here?" Sam called out from where he was standing, right next to the grill with his sleeves rolled up, apron hugging his figure tight. "In this household, we help one another. Live love laugh and all that shit, get your ass up."
Bucky shrugged, defeated, before reaching in to press his lips against your hair and getting up from where he was seated next to you. You watched him walk towards Sam and give him a pat on the shoulder; you were sure that handling the grill was a one-man job but Sam needed an audience sometimes, didn't he?
Getting on your feet, you swatted at the back of your pants to get rid of the dust before walking in the house, trying your best to maneuver through the play-fight session of the kids as you really didn't want to get drop-kicked by one of them. "Hey baby," Sarah's soft hum planted a smile on your lips as you walked towards her, wrapping your arms around her figure from the back to rest your chin against her shoulder and watch her chop away some vegetables for the salad she was preparing.
"Hiya," You mumbled out, eyes heavy as a side effect of hunger. "How's that going?"
"Bold of me to assume any of those boys would pay any attention to veggies while meat exists, but it looks fine." She chuckled to herself, pushing your hands away to turn around and get a better look at you. "How's that going?" she asked, tone taunting as she definitely meant whatever it was between you and Bucky.
"It's um, it's pretty good." you couldn't exactly hide your smile. "He's great, and⊠Yeah. It's good."
"Good." she repeated, returning to her chopping duty with a playful smile on her lips. "It better stay that way. If that boy ever hurts you, I'll chop him up and serve him like a full course meal."
"Please don't do that," you laughed, shaking your head as you leaned on the counter right next to her. "Doesn't seem like he'll hurt me anytime soon. It's just that, um, sometimes we're like, talking about our feelings and.." you take a moment to glance out of the window, huffing out as you see him. "When things get intimate like that, he's kind of hot and cold. I understand why- I just hope that I don't scare him off, you know?"
"There's no way he could do better than you anyway," she hummed in a playful manner and as softly as she could muster, eyes still on the cutting board. "He's been through an awful lot, Y/N. You know it better than I do. Just talk to him if it makes you uncomfortable, yeah?"
"He definitely deserved better." you sighed out, pulling your sleeves up to wash your hands, deciding to help her out with the rest of her task.
"Can't believe Sam's actually good at something other than running his mouth," Bucky muttered, hand on the small of your back as he walked with you through the dimly lit path towards your home. No matter how many times you insisted that it was safe to walk home alone, specifically in this neighborhood since you knew everyone; he never let you walk home alone at night. He couldn't risk that.
"Give him some credit, he's actually a talented dude." your laugh just made him pull you closer, your shoulder against his chest as you kept walking. "I um, I was just thinking, and I thought maybe you'd like to stay over tonight?"
"At your place?" he asked, earning a nod from you as you smiled up at him. "In the same bed? Scandalous."
"Stop being an asshole!" your small giggle fit wasn't exactly helping you with your mission on slapping his abdomen, as you shook your head and took a deep breath to recompose yourself. "You're acting like we haven't shared a bed before."
"That's different, sweetheart. Those were just short naps," he brought his arm up to wrap it around your shoulders this time, holding you secure. "I don't wanna inconvenience you in any way, you know, with the nightmares and stuff."
He couldn't see your pout at that moment, but could feel the shift in your demeanor as you brought your arm back a little to wrap it around his waist. "I don't mind that at all, Bucky. And like, think about it, what if it helps to have somebody by your side when you wake up in the middle of the night?"
His only response was a short shrug as you heaved yet another sigh. Stopping right on your tracks, you stood in front of him, as he held onto your arms momentarily because of the abrupt stop. "It's not just the happy, having fun, easygoing Bucky that I like. I like you- the entirety of you. Not just all those wonderful traits you have but- the things that bother you, too. The nightmares, the self-doubts, the remorseâŠ"
Bucky didn't look at you anymore, instead choosing to focus his gaze on the ground. "I like everything that makes you my Bucky, do you get it?"
"Do you really mean that?" God, he sounded so small. So insecure, and it just made you want to wrap him up with a blanket and hold him through the month.
"I really mean it, baby. You got me."
"Fuck- I love you so bad." he didn't even give you a moment to comprehend what he just said before pulling you into an incredibly tight embrace, as if you'd just vanish into thin air if he ever dared to let you go. The two of you, with your decision of taking it slow, have never dropped the L-bomb before and you certainly weren't expecting him to be the one to say it first.
You hugged him back, an ecstatic giggle escaping your lungs as you buried your head against his shoulder, pressing butterfly kisses here and there through the fabric of his shirt. "I love you too, Buck. More than anything. But you gotta let me go sometime because I'm pretty sure I just felt a spider crawling up my ankle-"
His laugh brought you back to sanity -not really, you felt insane ever since you met him- and he finally lessened his grip on you, pulling back a little only to press his lips against your forehead, trailing all the way down to the corner of your lips. "Sorry about that."
The rest of the walk felt easier, lighter. Bucky swore that he could feel his soul trying to vibrate its way out of his body and you admitted to feeling the same way, but that excitement didn't make you uncomfortable in the tiniest bit. You made him feel alive and he wanted to remind you just how much you meant to him over and over until you'd shush him- with your lips.
Having him around made your house feel a bit more home-like, his comfort from being around you quite literally brought warmth to the atmosphere of the entire place. He was seated comfortably by the sofa, one leg propped up on the cushions with his attention on the TV in front of him, a random travel documentary playing with the volume low enough to almost lull him to sleep.
Your energetic return kept him up though, as you excitedly grabbed his hand to pull him up -in which, obviously, you stood no chance because that guy literally had super soldier serum running through his veins-. He stood up with a lazy grin after reaching for the remote to turn the TV off, arms finding your sides almost as if he was about to tickle you. "Bedtime?"
You nodded rapidly, letting out a squeal when Bucky just picked you up from where you stood, carrying you bridal-style towards the bedroom as you chuckled childishly. "You're so fucking cheesy!" you beamed, and he returned your smile with almost the same amount of adoration. "Only for you."
You couldn't help the way your heart beat so fast and hard against your ribcage as you patiently waited for Bucky to get ready for bed. Thankfully, you had a pair of his sweatpants which he spilled some wall paint on earlier, washed and folded away until you could remember to give it back to him. "Since you really oversold this event," he spoke to you from the bathroom, tone a bit taunting as he slowly made his way back to bed, bare chest displaying the border which kept flesh and metal apart. "I'm expecting a full-on reading me to sleep, playing with my hair as we go, stuff like that."
"Shut up before I actually agree," you puckered your lips, arms on either side just so he could climb onto bed and right to your arms. And he did just that, but instead of cuddling into you, he decided to tuck you to his side, figuring that he'd eventually find his way into your arms in his sleep anyway. "What did you have in mind for our first ever pillow-talk session?"
"Do couples really plan those out? I thought we were supposed to improvise," he teased back, comfortable against your soft pillows as he drummed his fingers against your bare thigh slightly clinging onto his body. "What's on your mind?"
"Kinda wanna kiss you." you blurted out right away, pulling a laugh out of him as you chuckled along. "But that might be just too scandalous for a virtuous man like you, Mr. Barnes."
"I've kinda been wanting to kiss you for a while too, so no judgment." his smile grew when you looked up at him, reaching in to place a small kiss on top of your nose as he spoke. "Still, definitely too scandalous."
You rolled your eyes before your hand which was formerly resting on his chest went up to get a hold of his face, thumb running against his stubble for a moment before you closed the distance between the two of you. He was quick to melt into it- enthusiasm seeping through the way his lips locked into yours in such a gentle manner, tongue grazing your lip as he slowly pushed you back to the bed, holding himself up with his vibranium arm.
You felt like you had to get impossibly closer, arms and legs wrapping around him like vice as he towered over you, thin blanket still hanging onto his waist. You couldn't help but mewl into the kiss when he deepened it, free hand pulling one of your arms away from his neck just to intertwine your fingers- making you feel as if you could start crying at that moment. He was too sweet for his own good.
He pulled away for a breath after a while, chucking when he noticed you chasing after his lips momentarily. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." he muttered out, forehead against yours, weight comfortably keeping you warm.
"I know, just kiss me though."
He couldn't help but laugh at that, pausing for a few moments to gather his thoughts. He wanted to. "It's- I just- It's been a long time, you know, for me." he let out a slightly distressed sigh, only smiling when you brought your hands up to grab his face again.
"We don't have to do anything that you're not comfortable doing, honey," you reassured him, a gentle smile on your lips. "Don't think about it too much. We can just go to sleep if you want."
Your understanding nature made him want to break down right there and then, but he only nodded, reaching in to kiss you for one last time before letting you sleep.
It had been way too long since he ever felt the touch of a woman- not even that, but since he ever felt comfortable with someone touching him. Hugs and pats on the shoulder were alright before he met you, and through you, he was now enjoying cuddling and stuff like that too- but intimacy? He wasn't sure if it wouldn't overwhelm him, and he didn't want to disappoint you.
Even though there was no way that he could ever make you feel disappointed.
You were content with the amount of kisses you've got, smiling to yourself before eventually letting sleep take over you. It took him a bit longer to fall asleep, staring at your sleeping face with a warm smile on his lips before even closing his eyes to begin with. But he found comfort in the sound of you breathing right next to him, sounding peaceful enough to eventually bring him to the point of slumber.
Bucky was surprised to wake up when the sun was already up. Most nights, he'd wake up before the sun, sit by the door with a bottle of whatever he had nearby and wait for the day to begin- but today? He woke up with his head against your chest, your arms wrapped oh so tightly around him and your peaceful light snores.
He didn't even dream of anything and he would kill to have a night like this on a regular basis.
You suddenly started to stir awake, probably because of him moving around a bit- and let out a soft yawn, arms yet again finding their way towards Bucky's side to keep him close. He didn't know what time it was- he didn't care, all he wanted to do was to just lay with you all through the day if possible.
"Good morning," you drew in a deep breath, exhaling through your parted lips before rubbing your eyes to get them to open. Your limbs felt like jelly- you slept so comfortably that you could sleep for another sixteen hours if you closed your eyes.
"Morning, beautiful." Bucky mumbled from his side of the bed, eyes watching your every movement with adoration as he waited for you to get to your senses and wake up completely. It took you a minute or two, as you hid under the blanket again to escape the cold. "How'd you sleep?"
"Like a log," you chuckled to yourself. "I'm sorry. I probably wouldn't have noticed if you had another one of those dreams and woke up, or something.."
"I actually didn't." he admitted with a shrug, smile sheepish. "Didn't dream of anything. Didn't wake up. This is probably the most sleep I've got in a long time."
Upon hearing that, you propped yourself up on your elbow, hand finding his to bring it up to your lips, leaving kisses all over his knuckles. "In that case, you should stay over more often, yeah?"
"Yeah," he whispered out. "Thank you. For loving me, I mean. And letting me stay here."
"Christ, you're thanking me for that, you sap?" your laugh got him a bit flustered but he would never admit to that, as he watched you try to fix your hair. "I'd ask you to, like, move in here if I wasn't afraid of scaring you away."
"Nothing you could do would ever scare me away," his tone was soft as he spoke, shifting on where he was seated a little bit to have the blanket covering his torso, too. His next words came within a whisper, so quiet that you could barely register. "Can you touch me?"
"Touch you how, honey?"
"Like lovers do."
It took you a full minute before his words registered completely in your mind, biting down a grin just to not seem overly enthusiastic about his newer, profound trust. "Are you sure you want me to?"
"Fuck, yeah," he chuckled, amused by his own certainty, and maybe the hints of desperation. "I had time to think about it before you woke up. I really, God, really fucking want you to- but I was just worried last night, that I-"
"Buck, you don't have to explain yourself," you sighed out a smile, reaching in to caress his cheek with the back of your hand. "I understand. I just need to be sure that you're alright with this. Just- if it gets too much, tell me to stop, and I will. No questions asked."
He simply nodded at that, but you needed further confirmation there. "Words, baby."
"Yeah, I got it. I'll tell you." he replied straight away then, chest heaving with the deep breaths he took as your fingertips trailed all the way from his cheek to abdomen, slow enough to appreciate every single inch.
"How long has it been? Since.."
"Too long." he breathed out. "I didn't- couldn't trust myself. And anybody else for that matter- but you definitely changed that. Obviously."
"Obviously," you repeated, watching as your hand disappeared under the blanket before pushing it a bit further down his waist, just until it could rest over his upper thighs. Fingertips grazed through the rest of his body, clothed, hips jerking slightly when you ran the tip of your finger through the obviously growing tent on his sweatpants.
You reached in to press your lips against his then, kissing him softly just so you wouldn't overwhelm him. His lips moved in sync with yours, gentle and feather-like. You were slow, just to test the waters and see if he would regret his decision anytime. He still seemed a bit apprehensive before you finally started to palm him through the material, a choked gasp leaving his lips as he shut his eyes tight. You pulled away from the kiss for a moment to check on him. "How does that feel?"
"Fucking hell," he replied, although his hips still moved up a bit to meet your hand halfway. "Good. Very good, just- keep going, love."
You weren't going to tease, not today. Not when Bucky basically trusted you with the entirety of his body. You only stopped momentarily to slip your hand through the elastic waistband of his sweatpants, now the only material separating your hand from his length being the thin fabric of his boxers. He hissed out a string of curses before you cut him off with your lips again, giving his length a feel through the material. The rumors about the serum's doing definitely proved themselves to be true then, because you could barely imagine how his throbbing member would look without the restraints.
You felt him wriggle a bit to pull down the remaining of his clothes and you let him, barely able to break away from the kiss to get a good, actual look at him. "PrettyâŠ" you mumbled out, Bucky laughing with his head against the bed frame. "Shut up."
You wrapped your fingers around his erection before pushing yourself up to sit, gathering your spit in your mouth before letting it fall on his already leaky tip, using your thumb to spread the moisture through his length. "Go easy on me, christ." you heard him whisper behind you, chuckling out an apology before you gave him a firm jerk, grinning to yourself when he bucked his hips up a little to meet your first. His palm was reassuring on your waist, metal hand gripping the sheets to keep himself stable. "Wait- wait, baby," he panted out, causing you to slow down your deed before craning your neck to get a look at him. "Don't wanna- fuck, how do I even- I don't wanna come like this."
"How do you want it, then?"
"More like, where I want it," he sighed, face burning up even more when you grinned up at him. "Inside."
"Oh really now?" you teased, internally cooing at how defeated he seemed when you pulled your hand away. "You sure you won't chicken out, Sergeant?"
With a roll of his eyes, Bucky quickly got a hold of your waist, pulling you up to his lap as you giggled and gave him a soft kiss on the lips before reaching to the hem of your t-shirt to pull it over your head. With your bare breasts in display, Bucky didn't waste a second before pressing his wet lips against the flushed skin of your neck, causing you to squirm in his hold. Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to your body as he trailed his kisses and nips all the way down to the valley of your breasts, looking up at you for a moment as a silent ask of consent.
You nodded, biting back a smile with your fingers massaging his scalp, before he managed to pull a sigh out of you with the way his tongue rolled over your nipple. He slightly pinched the other one with his free hand, rolling the bud in between his fingers as you hummed appreciatively, muttering out any sort of praise you could think of. He was slow, doing his best to be as gentle as possible for both of your sanities.
"Lay down for me?" and who were you to say no, when he asked that nicely? Carefully climbing off his lap, you laid back down on your former spot, eager hands reaching out to touch him in any way possible. He didn't give in at first, swatting your hands away playfully with a chuckle before sliding down the rest of his clothes off his legs slowly, reaching for yours to do the same. "Can I?"
"I'd literally let you run over me with a truck, just stop asking," your chuckle resonated with his as he slowly slid your shorts and panties down at one go, gentle hands pushing your legs apart when he managed to throw them on the ground near his. He had to suck in a deep breath upon the sight of you, bare and submitting, all for him. "Get a feel of how wet I am, Bucky."
He obliged quickly, using his metal arm to lean on the mattress as he gently ran his middle and ring fingers through your folds, unable to help the gasp that left his lips as he looked at you again. "Fuck, you're drenched."
"You did that to me." you whispered, as if somebody could hear you if you spoke any louder. "You have no idea what you do to me all the time, honey."
A breathy chuckle left his lips as he brought his fingers up a little to rest them against your clit, giving you a moment before slowly adding pressure and circling the bundle of nerves. You let out a quiet curse at that, chest heaving with the deep breaths you took, tongue darting out for a moment to wet your lips again. "You can do it harder, if you want."
He nodded, adding a bit more pressure as he watched your figure squirm under him, wet fingers gliding easily on you. Your legs shook a bit, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you reached to grab his wrist, just to press him harder against you as you let out a soft moan. "God, I love you."
Bucky smiled at that for a moment before speaking up again. "Can I try something?" he asked, earning an eager nod from you before he moved his body over a bit, face dangerously close to your mound as he pushed your legs apart just a little wider. You held your breath, already excited before even feeling his lips on you.
"Just tell me if you want me to stop anytime," he hummed aloud, leaning in to press his lips against your inner thighs, leaving butterfly-like kisses all over the soft skin before finally giving you what you want and gliding his tongue through your drenched folds.
The way you whined sounded almost pathetic, making him feel the way his blood rushed to his cock, before he started to toy with your clit using his tongue. He was so wet and warm against you, lips closing around your bud to suck on the skin just enough to drive you crazy. Shaky moans, grunts and pleas for him to go harder left your lips nonstop, your fingers carding through his hair to slightly tug on the short strands.
He kept flicking his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves until your legs were shaking around him, unable to let out anything but moans of his name. He could feel how close you were getting on such short notice, hole clenching on nothing with your wetness coating his lips, some getting on his chin. He desperately wanted you to let it go, to be the one to bring you such pleasure and bliss; and just the thought of it made him suck on your clit harder, eliciting a moan louder than the ones before. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck- Bucky, baby, don't stop," you breathed out, a loud whine leaving your parted lips as your hips raised to meet him halfway, squirming, eyes about to roll back anytime soon.
And with a final lewd flick of his tongue, your entire body shook, warmth coating your body from below as you released, jaw slack with the intensity of your orgasm. He held you tight through it, licking you clean like the gentleman he's always been, before leaving one final kiss on your hip bone and raising himself up to hover over your panting figure again. "Hi."
"Hi," you croaked out, laughing in pure bliss. "I had no idea that tongue could do this."
"You underestimate me all the time," he shook his head disapprovingly, leaving a wet kiss on your lips as he wanted to let you recompose yourself before doing anything else. "Are you alright?"
"More than alright," you whispered, arms wrapping around him again with a soft grin. "Won't be that alright if you keep me waiting any longer."
His chuckle seemed so genuine that you couldn't help but laugh along, as he slowly reached downward to get a hold of his length; tip all red and leaky with impatience. Gliding it through your folds tentatively, he slowly slid the tip through, hissing along with you as you held onto him tighter. "I'm okay," you mumbled, eyes closing with the slight pain and sensitivity. "Fuck, you're just so-"
"Don't say it," he teased, giving you a moment to adjust before pushing himself further, enjoying your broken whines until he was balls deep inside of you. You felt so full- filled to the brim with a part of him which was so sacred and intimate, feeling the pain vanish with each passing second as you clenched around him experimentally. He let out a low groan at that before pulling himself out a little bit, just to push back in, skin flush against yours as he fell into a rhythm of slow, deep strokes.
Your mewls blended in with his grunts, as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on your shoulder, enjoying the much fancied feeling of your inner walls keeping him in, tight and warm around his hard length. He felt as if he just died and went to heaven- there was quite literally no other way that he could describe the feeling. You, clinged to him like he was your lifeline as he tried his best to keep his rhythm going, southern regions getting far more eager than he'd like to admit.
"You feel so good," he whispered right against your ear before leaving a warm kiss under it, earning a nod accompanied by a whine from you. "Fuck- How does it feel, hm? How does it feel for my baby?"
"Bucky," you moaned out, too busy trying not to get lost in just how heavenly it all was. "So good, so fucking good- just a bit faster honey, please."
He'd never say no to you, no matter what. So he did exactly what you asked him to do, pace picking up in speed as he reached for your lips, swallowing down your moans with his own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled out the rest of the room to its brim as you wrapped your legs around his figure tightly, wanting nothing more than to just feel him even deeper, harder.
"Fuck, baby, gonna come soon," he whispered against your lips, earning a hasty nod from you as you licked over his lips, too fucked out to form a coherent thought. "Gonna fill you up so good, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
Hearing him, your virtuous Bucky, who'd avoid suggestive talk with a flush on his cheeks and change the topic fast enough to get teased saying things like that was driving you over the edge, affecting you way more than you'd like to admit.
The rhythm of his thrusts broke apart a little as he let out moans louder than before, right against your lips as you felt a pleasurable warmth fill you up, making your coil snap too as you pulled him closer, sweaty forehead against his with your eyes rolled back. He was panting against you, still snug inside just to savor the feeling before you tapped his shoulder, a tired laugh escaping you.
With a lazy grin on his lips, he slowly pulled out, not missing the way you let out a hiss in discomfort as he did so. Feeling his seed seeping out of your hole wasn't the most favorable part of it all, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't surprised to feel a pair of fingers pushing them right back into your entrance. You squirmed with the sensitivity, a whine leaving you as you reached to grab his wrist again. "You're fucking filthy."
"Just not wasting anything." he hummed happily, but his smug expression left him quicker than he thought it would when you pulled his fingers towards your lips, sucking him clean with your tongue obediently. "God, you're the one to talk."
Later that day, Sam couldn't miss the constant grin on Bucky's lips as he helped the other to sort out the net they'd be using for fishing, to see if there were any big holes that needed a fix. He shook his head to himself, signature grin making its way up to his lips. "You fucking dog."
"What?" Bucky snapped out of his trance, happy expression falling as soon as he noticed how Sam was looking at him. "Alright, first of all, shut the fuck up-"
"Can't believe a dude over 100 is actually getting laid."
"After opting to resettle in Delacroix, Louisiana; Bucky Barnes finally found the peace he yearned for. Though, when a friend of the Wilson's past successfully inconveniences him with the butterfly-in-the-stomach thing, he doesn't know if he could possibly complain."
[3.6k] | fluff fluff fluff, bucky's got a crush and he doesn't know how to deal with it, savage sam, the happiness and peace bucky barnes deserves, kissing!! ill do a part 2 just because happy bucky makes me wanna slide down the wall while weeping
reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.
Bucky Barnes yearned for a lot of things. He yearned for the sanity he had back in the forties, the connection he had with Steve, the way ladies swarmed around him before he was deployed to Europe, or the small fraction of peace Wakanda offered himâŠ
But one thing he missed the most was to⊠feel things freely. Be the good old Bucky for once; be a man, a human being- not a vicious cycle of a man who doesn't allow himself to be happy like he should. Hell, Sam Wilson could talk his ears off about how he should treat himself with the same amount of respect he treats others, but it just wasn't that easy of a habit to change.
Not that he was unhappy with how things were going at that very moment, relocating to Louisiana -or 'following Sam around like a lost puppy', Sam's words, not his- was easily one of the best choices he made. The nightmares continued for the most part, but he felt like The Winter Soldier was buried deep enough to never resurface again. And the relief of being sure of that, how wonderful of a riddance finally making amends was; for once in his life, Bucky was sure Steve would be proud of him.
He helped out with the family business mostly, starting to get his way around a boat even though Sam didn't nearly trust him with that machine enough to let him go on a ride by himself. Not that Bucky minded anymore, having Sam by his side wasn't as bad as he made it out to be for the past months and, sure, it's hard to accept, but he felt himself growing closer to the man by each passing day.
They'd share sunsets together. A bottle of beer tucked tight in their palms, quiet waves lightly swaying the boat beneath their feet as the remnants of the sun shined through the water. The chit-chat was repetitive but never boring, and if Bucky wasn't ashamed to do so, he could probably admit that it felt good to talk to somebody.
He spent a lifetime not even sparing a word to anyone.
"... And like, the texture of it was so off that it felt like I was wearing a condom or something," Sam rambled on, stiff leaves crunchy under their feet as the duo walked through the path to the Wilson residence. "Really missing the good old days where fabric was taken seriously."
"You're the only person who's taking fabric seriously." Bucky commented, earning a scoff with a smile hidden under. "Better safe than sorry. I'm not opposed to condoms."
"Chill out, Mr. Sex Education, I'm not opposed to them either. I just don't want my t-shirts to feel like them." reaching for the front door to push it open, Sam allowed Bucky to enter first, shutting the door behind them. His attention was snatched away from their insightful conversation as he knitted his brows a little, following the sound of the light chatter in the kitchen with Bucky close behind.
"Hey th- Holy shit." he muttered out, glancing between his sister and someone he hasn't seen in a long, long time with his lips parted. "Am I crazy or is that Y/N?"
"In the flesh," your laugh felt as if it lit up the entire household with a deep ember gleam as Sarah joined along, your arms immediately wrapping around Sam's shoulders in a tight hug. "Missed you, buddy."
Bucky shot a glance at the others and then at Sarah. She must have noticed the curiosity in his eyes as she moved a little closer and mumbled, leaning against the counter between them. "Childhood best friends," she chuckled softly, watching you and Sam seemingly catching up as quickly as you could. "Haven't seen her since highschool."
You noticed Bucky's presence then. You knew him, obviously, you weren't all that disconnected from the world- yet he seemed much less intimidating when he was smiling at you, one hand going up to offer you a small wave. He was understandably built, shiny metal bicep peeking through the short arm of his blue shirt, two dog tags dangling down from his neck and shining along with his incredibly beautiful- alright, pretty- okay, that's not a good sign- his incredibly mesmerizing eyes. Yeah, that works.
You reached in almost immediately to shake his hand, a grin on your lips as he didn't immediately let go. "Y/N."
"Bucky." he replied, earning a nod from you before you looked at Sam again, pointing towards the pot of tea Sarah brewed for you earlier. "Tea, you guys?"
It's either you were a comedian, or Bucky really needed a good laugh recently because God, his cheeks started to hurt from how much fun he was having with that shared conversation. As the Wilson's and you reminisced about the good old days -mostly with a shit ton of funny stories sprinkled in between-, you told everyone about how your life had been since you left the city.
"I missed it here, to be honest." your slight hum pulled an 'aww' out of Sarah. "I went to see my father's doctor a few weeks after the funeral to thank him, you know, for his efforts. He told me that, um, my dad talked about this place so fondly and I just realized, you know. Realized that if there's peace in this world, it's here."
Bucky nodded slightly at that.
"I mean, I'll still work remotely but I don't think I'll go back to the city. The past year- it was just me, practically living in the hospital." Sam's hand found yours as he gave it a slight squeeze, his signature smile causing relief to surge through your veins.
"L/N residence kind of needs some TLC since the last time anyone's been there but we'll help out, alright?" he offered, pulling a grateful smile out of you as you sighed and gave his shoulder a firm pat. "This guy over here is good at lifting things, you should make use of him."
"I'm a human being, not a cyborg-" as Bucky was about to complain, your slight laugh cut him off, reducing his reaction to a shrug. "Alright, sure. Lifting things, here I go."
'Some TLC' was an understatement.
With Louisiana's humid summers and freezing winters, any Delacroix resident in their right minds would routinely give their houses a check. But you haven't been here for so long; asking for your dad to move in with you after your mom passed away was the correct thing to do, and obviously, the lack of care in the house for the past years definitely showed.
Bucky wanted to see the house when you announced that it's late and you had a lot of things to do at home anyway, offering to come with you just in case there was anything urgent to do. You didn't think much of it before agreeing, as you let him drive with you all the way over to your house- approximately the same size as Sarah's, but absolutely lacked TLC.
"Home sweet home," you mumbled through the breeze of the night, hands in your pockets before you pulled your keys out and let him in, hitting the light switch for the room to brighten up. The house seemed so cosy despite the old furniture and the crumbling layer of paint on the walls which definitely needed a varnish, there were a few spiderwebs here and there and obviously, a good amount of dust, but hey, he'd kill to live somewhere like this instead of the annex cabin Sam prepared for him. "It's not that bad, just some paintwork and I gotta fix a few things."
"Yeah, not as bad as Sam made it sound like," he hummed, earning a soft chuckle from you as you walked towards the kitchen area. "I hope you like coffee." you hummed, but as soon as you opened the cupboard door, you were met with the sight of yet another cellar spider so you shut it back immediately. "I hope you like spider flavored coffee."
It was his turn to laugh as he walked towards you, slightly hovering over you before opening the cabinet again, totally ignoring the spider crawling there as he reached for the coffee jar. "Spiders are a good sign," he spoke softly, helping you with the mugs too before you edged away towards the sink to give them a good wash. "At least you won't have to deal with other insects. Spiders eat 'em."
"Yeah, but I don't exactly wanna be roommates with them." you shook your head, cold water against your hands as you scrubbed away the mugs. "I mean, would my thoughts change if they decided to pay rent, sure, but-" his laugh cut you off again, successfully placing a smile on your lips as you started to make coffee for the both of you.
"That's rich." he commented, leaning against the countertop as he watched you maneuver through the kitchen. "I hope this doesn't come off weird but, um, I'm actually kinda glad you came. The age average is quite high here, so.."
"I'm pretty sure you're single handedly bringing that number up," you playfully teased, Bucky's scoff making you laugh and God, you felt like you haven't smiled so much in just a couple of hours ever since you left here.
"Oh, so that's how it is? Ageism much?"
"Call it whatever," you shrugged, finally handing him his own cup of coffee as you held yours, leaning against the island counter right in front of the one he was currently against. "I was actually kind of worried that I wouldn't find anyone to talk to here, except for the Wilson's, obviously. For the first time in a long time I feel at home, and I think I'm glad you're a part of it, too."
His smile was tender as he averted his gaze from you a little bit, shrugging before bringing his cup to his lips and taking a small sip. "To be fair, I feel the same way. I feel at home."
Bucky was easily the most selfless man on the planet, you thought.
He was quite adamant about helping you out with the rest of the housework, even coming with you all the way to the city center to pick up everything that you needed. Thank goodness that your father was smart enough to invest in a Dodge pickup truck, you were able to get everything in one go.
"Let's just get this over with," you sighed, carrying the bucket of paint over to the living room as Bucky followed suit with the paint rollers and the smaller brushes to get the edges. "Anything to get this process done quicker."
He laid out the paint tray on the floor before crouching by the bucket, opening it swiftly before pouring some over to the tray. "Sure thing. It won't take long anyway, don't worry."
"Would you mind if I put on some music?" you asked, happily pulling your phone out when he shook his head to both sides with a quiet 'nah'. "Anything specific you want?"
"I like 40's music, so.." he trailed off for a moment, chuckling to himself before removing the tape cover of the paint roller, slowly dipping it on the paint before rolling it a few times on the protruding side of the tray. "Just put on the ones you like. It's about time I listen to some newer stuff."
"Alrighty," your hum filled his ears, and he momentarily looked away from the paint to look at you. Feeling his gaze, your eyes met his, but he averted his gaze to finally start painting the wall instead. Deciding to go with your favorite, you hit the shuffle button, setting your phone down on the couch before grabbing your own roller and doing the same.
It was a mortifying realization as you glanced at him from time to time, but his concentrated face made you feel lucky to be able to witness such a sight. His brows were slightly knitted, lips pursed into probably the most soft-looking frown someone like him could muster. Someone who went through decades of pain. Slight stubble made his entire face look even more chiseled than it originally was, and God, you wanted to feel it against your fingertips.
Now that you thought of it, you wanted to feel him against you.
Not in a sexual way, I mean, sure, why not, but mostly in a way where you could take in his warmth. Let him shelter you from anything that could come your way. Even the metal arm, you wanted it wrapped around you, tugging you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to those 40's songs that he seemed to never shut up about.
Clearing your throat, you didn't let your mind wander any further. Focusing on the task at hand, you completely missed the way his lips slightly tugged upward in a smile as he got lost in thoughts of you. About how he wanted to shelter you from anything that could come your way. Wrap his arms around you, tug you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to the songs he missed listening to so much.
If only it came easy to tell you about it all.
"Ask. Her. Out."
"What?" Bucky's I'll-kill-you scowl was enough to scare an entire army away, but not Sam. Sam knew him like the back of his hand and judging by the way he was acting around you, asking you out proved itself to be mandatory. "Who?"
"I'm going to ignore that last word," shaking his head to both sides, Sam leaned back on his seat, gentle swaying of the boat lulling him into losing the last remaining pieces of filter he had. "Y/N. You're basically living by her ass, either stop being creepily attentive or ask her out."
"I'm not being creepy. Just helping out." Bucky grumbled under his breath, arms folded against his chest as he kept watching the stranger boats swimming through the lake. "She's not complaining."
"Yeah, because I bet your ass that she's expecting you to ask her out too, man," Sam's exhausted sigh caused Bucky to roll his eyes. "C'mon, she's nicer than anyone else you could've considered. What's there to lose?"
"What if she says no?"
"Why the fuck would she say no? Have you seen yourself, Bucky?"
"Are you hitting on me?"
"Alright, for fuck's sake," getting right back up on his feet, Sam walked towards the rudder inside, figuring it's time to get back -totally not because Bucky's paranoia was driving him crazy-. "Most of the shit she did for the house wouldn't take that long to finish. Unless you two are incredibly slow idiots, she was dragging it out too."
That kind of made sense to Bucky, sending his stomach into a slight turmoil as he faced the other side of the boat- just so Sam wouldn't see the excitement on his face. "Stop being ridiculous, she wants to get it done as soon as possible."
"But you two won't have an excuse to see each other as much as you do now, once it's all finished." Sam pointed out matter-of-factly, the grin of victory apparent on his lips when he couldn't hear any protest from the other. "How tragic."
"Fine. Just edge in, I'll go talk to her."
But he didn't even know what to say. Where to begin, how to even come close to explaining how he was feeling. Even he wasn't sure how one would describe it. But Sam's words- they planted hopes waiting to bloom with all their glory on his chest. Of course. You were dragging it out.
How you'd offer him to watch a movie with you instead of putting together that cabinet you bought because "It's considered slavery if I let you work any longer!", or when you'd pull over by a coffee shop to share a plate of tres leches because "I bet they didn't make it as good in the 40's."
How you'd stare at him all grateful when you thought he wouldn't notice. How you never seemed to notice when he did the same.
At a normal rate, the two of you could've finished everything up a week ago. So, you didn't want to let go of the only excuse you had for seeing him as often, and he really had no idea what to make of it.
"So! What did you want to talk about, Sergeant Barnes?" your playful figure sat cross-legged on the sofa, and although you felt like you were doing a good job at hiding it, Bucky could feel the anxiety radiating off of you.
Half-an-hour walk wasn't nearly enough to plan for what he needed to say, he secretly prayed that you could pull the words out of his soul magically by staring at him instead.
"I, um," off to a wonderful start, Bucky couldn't help but avert his eyes, seemingly unable to move an inch from where he was seated across from you. "Didn't- not really. Just wanted to spend some time with you, you know?"
"We've been spending a lot of time together," you mumbled out, fingers fidgeting with the end of your band t-shirt which was probably a size or two bigger than you. He couldn't believe how effortlessly breathtaking you looked at that moment.
"Yeah, but without excuses this time. I don't want TLC to be our reason to get toge- um, to hang out."
"Okay!" you chirped out, slowly getting up from where you were seated with a huff. "What does my resident super soldier want to do, then?"
He couldn't help but smile at that. "I wanna know everything that you like."
"Can't exactly tell you all about yourself, Sergeant."
As it turns out, Bucky was a wonderful listener.
Not even missing a word, he sat by you, a glass of half-drunk wine on the coffee table as he listened to you tell him stories of your childhood, the ones that you held close to your heart. In exchange, he told you all about his- about how he met Steve Rogers and how he was quite the ladies man back then -and you weren't surprised to hear that at all-, about the dances he'd drag all of his friends to. At one point, given the courage alcohol brought, you asked him to teach you how to dance- the way they did it in the forties. Thankfully, you were able to find some songs from those times, even Bucky's favorites as he carefully held your hand, chuckling along with you as his arms gently wrapped around your waist to keep you close.
"Bucky," you laughed out, bracing yourself against his chest as you looked down at your feet. "I'm so bad at this."
He just shook his head at you, a gentle smile painting his lips before pulling you even closer, just to guide you through it. "You're better than you give yourself credit for," his whisper brought a sigh out of you as you looked up at him, arms now wrapped around his neck with your love-sick gaze trailing through his face.
He looked so happy. So smitten- and it warmed your heart beyond anything you ever experienced before.
"Still not exactly the dance partner you would've wished for, huh?" your tone was softer than ever, quiet, as if anybody else would hear if you spoke any louder. He shook his head rather immediately before reaching in to lean his forehead against yours, eyes closed, heart in bliss.
"My imagination couldn't even come close."
It was either his incredible body warmth or the proximity which had your entire physique feeling as if it was on fire, and the way his soft breath hit against your face with each step he guided you through didn't do anything to help. You melted into it- enjoying the way he was quite obviously savoring the moment, engraving it deep in his mind to never forget how it felt to hold you close like this, with music from his time filling his heart with so much familiarity.
He knew for sure then, that you were his home. And you couldn't say that you felt any different.
It was as if your body went on auto-pilot when you pulled away a bit, only to reach back in but this time, in a way where your lips would meet his. He was naturally taken aback at first, body tensing for a split moment before stopping the movement of his feet altogether, one hand going up to rest against your cheek as you kissed him. You were gentle and he was chivalrous, a wonderful rendezvous of the feelings you two harbored for one another. Not even caring for oxygen, you kissed him through the loneliness of the past seventy years, feeling his walls crumble under the soft mewls you let out, before he pulled away to catch his breath.
"You beat me to it," he whispered out, a breathy chuckle leaving him as you still kept him close.
"Yeah, sure, Mr. Ladies Man," your taunting tone brought him back to reality as he laughed along with you. "You were too scared to do it anyhow."
Summary// A mix up of dancing with someone else doesnât settle well with Bucky
Warnings// jealous Bucky, smut, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, short asf
AU// Biker!Bucky x F!Reader
Note// sorry, this one is also pretty short, hoping to make up for it with the next few
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18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
It was one slip up.
One time of thinking the warm body behind you was Bucky as you enjoyed your time dancing at a local bar.
But, Bucky couldnât help the jealous twist in his stomach in the thirty seconds the man had his hands on you. His only reaction being to corner you in the bars bathroom and lock the door as you washed your hands. Pressing in close and leaning to talk in your ear.
âHave a fun dance?â He said dangerously low, hands already working at his belt and button of his jeans as you watched him through the reflection in the mirror. The skirt of your dress being flipped up and underwear pushed to the side before you felt the thick head of his cock against your slit.
Your breathing caught in your throat and eyes fluttered shut as he pressed in. Starting out gently as his fingers curled into the back of your hair, carefully tugging as a long moan spilled from your lips.
âThink heâd have your knees weak before he can even fuck you? Think he could even fuck you the right way?â You whined at his words, rocking your hips back in attempt to get him to move before he was pulling almost completely out and slamming back in. Setting a furious pace as your fingers curled against the sink.
You bit back any sounds, which only seemed to set him off even more as he slipped a hand between your thighs, pressing deliberate circles to your clit. The action sending shocks down your legs and eliciting a whiny moan.
âYouâre a needy girl, sweets. He couldnât handle you like I can.â
Which, was true.
Bucky knew every sweet spot and pace you needed, and when. He knew when he needed to be soft and caring, and when to fuck you against the nearest surface like it was the last time heâd ever do it.
And, with his thick cock splitting you open, fucking into the deepest sweet spot as you mewled and keened, thinking in general was difficult. A fog settling over your mind as your legs trembled under you, threatening to give out as your fingers curled around his warm wrist. The scratch of his beard against your shoulder as he trailed kisses along your neck, feeling your cunt clamped around him with your impending orgasm before he suddenly stopped.
Cock twitching deep inside of you as you looked at him in the mirror, a cocky smirk spreading across his features as you whined and squirmed against him. âI swear to god, J.B. Donât start with this.â You huffed, trying to rock back against him.
Bucky couldnât deny, he wanted to finish what heâd started just as bad, but- that jealous feeling was still settled in his gut as he pulled out. A quick slap to the ass making you yelp before the skirt of your dress was put back in place and he stepped away.
âBehave yourself, and you might come tonight.â
I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something alreadyđđ
I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry đ it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of herđ) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo đ) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.
Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen đ„șđđ I can even beg on my knees for this if you want
Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.
18+ Minors dniÂ
"Buck"
"Bucckyyyyyy"
"Buchanan!"
Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.
"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.
"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.
"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"
"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.
"Perv"
"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"
"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.
"What else have you been craving baby?"
You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...
You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.
"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"
3 orgasms laterÂ
You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, theyâd felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm.Â
Over the next two weeks your cravings hadnât ceased. Heâd quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didnât seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be.Â
You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Buckyâs t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep.Â
When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that heâd never heard before. He wasnât a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Buckyâs heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? Heâd dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening.Â
"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. âMommy might not even know yet, but I doâ Buckyâs eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. âWeâll talk later, mama needs her restâÂ
Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.
It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly.Â
âDo you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AMâ Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerryâs in the middle of the night. Youâd fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face.Â
A number of conversations had taken place that month.Â
âMama doesnât need chocolate covered oreosâ
âDo you have daddyâs super hearing? I hope so, other wise Iâm talking to myselfâÂ
âI understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, donât you think?â
âYouâre going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fedâÂ
The entire month, Bucky couldnât peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous youâd look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....
Him drinking from you.   Â
âSheâll keep me well fed tooâÂ
*****
âY/n?â Buckyâs arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, âWhat do you think about getting married?âÂ
âHmm, Iâd say if someone asked meâ You giggled, pecking a kiss to Buckyâs nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making.Â
âWould you want to move in with me? Permanently?âÂ
âI already basically live with you Bucky, but itâd make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as wellâÂ
âW-what about having babies?âÂ
âIâve always wanted to have twoâ You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Buckyâs running around.Â
âWith me?â He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldnât want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard.Â
âOf course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?â
âAre you sure?âÂ
You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, heâd never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes.Â
âWhy are you asking me all this baby?âÂ
âBecause...â Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. âYouâre pregnant babyâÂ
âH-how do you knowâ You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Buckyâs arms while he held you close to him. You didnât have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual.Â
âI can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when youâre asleepâÂ
Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces.Â
âIâm pregnant?âÂ
Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full.Â
âYouâre pregnant angel, my sweet babyâ
A few weeks laterÂ
âCâmon, are you sure you donât want any?â Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. Youâd just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple. Â
âI can make you a cocktailâ Tony suggested, but you shook your head again.Â
âWhy notâ Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Buckyâs hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress.Â
âCause Iâm pregnantâÂ
Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug.Â
Warnings// thigh riding, cursing, I think thatâs it, this one is pretty short
AU// Bestfriend!Bucky x F!Reader
Note// Iâm slowly getting caught up đ sorry itâs short and not really proof read
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
You werenât sure what had gotten into you.
What had made you straddle your best friendâs lap and kiss him like he was your lifeline.
But, it felt right. Perfect even.
His strong jaw cradled in your fingers, lips pillow soft against yours in the deep kiss and hands holding your hips, not daring to slip under the skirt you wore- no matter how bad he wanted to.
Maybe it had been the look in his eye as he told you about how much he enjoyed the lunch you two had just had at a new restaurant down the street, or the way his shirt fit so perfectly around his thick, solid frame.
Though, Bucky didnât stop you. He didnât want to.
Even when he shifted you around to press his thigh against your heated core, a barely audible whimper passing your lips when you rolled your hips. Stopping you was the last thing he wanted to do.
Your dress now bunched at your waist, chest bare to him as you shamelessly rocked against his jean clad thigh. Moaning into his mouth as your fingers went just under his shirt to feel his tensing muscles.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful like this. Makinâ a mess on my thigh.â He murmured against your lips, swatting at your backside as he bounced his leg. Your fingers skimming over the straining in his pants as he groaned, low and deep in his chest.
âFuck, Bucky- feels amazing.â You whined, fingers digging into his shoulders. Blown pupils watching your slick soak his jeans as your movements grew needier. Wanton moans and pants filling the air as you palmed him through his pants. âSâclose-â
âLet it go, baby. Use me, Iâm all yours.â He cooed, cock twitching in its confinement as his lips went to your neck. Your fingers taking through his hair and pace going frantic, chasing after the bubbling pleasure as your body tensed and trembled with your orgasm. Cold and warm hands sliding up your back as he hummed against the skin of your neck. âAtta girl, pretty pussy is soakinâ my thigh.â
You continued to palm him through your orgasm, his hips starting to lift from the couch cushions and hands holding you closer.
âS-shit-â he hissed, the friction from your hand sending him over the edge as his cock throbbed against the seam of his jeans. His spend creating a wet spot as your nails drug across the rough material. âIâm sorry. Itâs been awhile for me.â He mumbled as the ring in your ears started to die down.
âItâs okay, Buck. It happens.â You said with a warm smile. Arms going tight around your waist as he stood, taking you with him.
âIâve got plenty more left in me. If youâre ready for that sunshine.â
Summary// Bucky doesnât like that you keep turning down his offer on some of your territory. The turn of events when he pays you a visit is something he did and didnât expect all at once.
Warnings// smut, mentions of injury (brief), knife play, unprotected sex, cursing, use of nickname- sweetheart
AU// Mafia!Bucky x Rival!F!Reader
NOTE// idk how I feel ab this one đ I honestly didnât proof read, if itâs fucked up- sorry fhehfjrvyb
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
You stifled a light laugh when Bucky Barnes walked through the door of your office. Knuckles bloodied and bruised, contusions and cuts littering his sharp features from his encounter at the entrance gate of your home as he glowered at you.
âIf you wanted a meeting, all you had to do was ask.â You taunted, leaning back against the edge of your desk.
âIâm not here for a meeting, you have something that belongs to me.â He seethed, stepping further into the room.
âI donât think I do, Barnes.â You shrugged, Bucky stopping directly in front of you. The look that etched his features being one that anyone else would cower away from as you grinned up at him.
âWhy do you have to be so thick headed? Why canât you just take the fucking deal.â He hissed, leaning down so he was closer when he spoke.
âI like watching you squirm.â You teased, fingers reaching out to adjust his blazer. âBesides, if you want to talk deals- youâre the one breaking the contract. Sticking to our own territories? You made that one.â
âFuck the contract. I offered you more than enough cash and percentage for a portion of your territory. Youâre an idiot for refusing it.â Bucky snapped, nostrils flaring with anger. A feeling that only got worse when you laughed and shook your head.
âI donât care about the money, James. I like having the things you want. I wanna see you beg.â
Your breathing hitched when the blunt side of a knife grazed your jaw, expression staying neutral as you stared up at him.
âI donât beg.â He enunciated each word, face level with yours as his breath fanned your cheeks.
You shrugged again, smoothing your hands down his front. âItâs okay to admit if youâre compensating, Barnes. Everyone has insecurities.â
The dark chuckle that vibrates from his chest rippled through you. Tip of the blade trailing lower, barely grazing along your skin. âI have nothing to be insecure about, sweetheart. I can easily take what I want.â
âWhatever makes you feel better.â You shrugged, slate blues watching how the metal looked against your skin. Ghosting along the tops of your breasts before the tip carefully slid just under the neckline as metal knuckles brushed your outer thigh. Making their way higher until his fingers followed the line of buttons along the front of your blouse, Bucky completely entranced by how calm you were.
âYou said you take what you want, James. Prove it.â
His lips were bruising when they met yours, blade easily cutting through the fabric of your blouse as you lifted yourself to sit on the desk. Legs lifting higher on his narrow hips when he slotted between your thighs, knife clattering against the wood of your desk when his hands pawed at your skirt. Fumbling to hook his fingers in the sides of your underwear, the material being ripped off before they made it halfway down your thighs.
Bucky took a moment to pull away, chest heaving as he looked you over. Watching your breasts rise and fall with each breath in the confinement of your bra, hands gliding along your thighs as a teasing smile tugged your lips.
âMust not want it that bad, loverboy.â You taunted, nails raking through his hair.
Jerking you close to the edge of the desk, his metallic hand went down to prod at his belt. Rushing to undo the expensive leather and the fastening of his slacks before shoving them down just enough to free his erection. His lips latching under your jaw as he filled you in a fluid motion.
You let out a content sigh, the stretch bringing the most pleasurable type of pain as he surged his hips forward. Your fingers working at the buttons of his shirt until your impatience got the best of you, buttons popping off of the silky material one by one until his defined abdomen was bare to you. Muscles tense with the exertion as your fingertips ghosted along the smooth skin.
Buckyâs hands planted flat on the wood surface when you leaned back on your palms, watching himself disappear again and again with each merciless thrust as you keened and panted. Head tipped back as he focused purely on bringing you to your high and holding off his own.
Heâd never felt the need to please someone so intensely before. Bionic fingers going to press sloppy circles to your swollen clit as he bent his body over yours to lock his lips to your own, finding the spot in your velvety walls that made your thighs twitch and fucking into it with everything he had.
A happy giggle passed your lips when his hot kisses trailed down your throat, the tightening cord in your lower belly threatening to snap as his deep, vulgar sounds filled your mind. The feverish drag of his cock snapping it with a tilt of his hips.
âFuck, Bucky- sâgood- so, so good.â You whimpered, grinding your hips along with his thrusts. His pace stuttering before he painted your walls with his spend, a drawn out groan pulling from his throat as his face scrunched up in pleasure.
Riding through the after glow, Bucky carefully pulled out of you. Grabbing some of the tissues from the box on your desk to clean the mess between your thighs before knocking a kiss between your upper lip and nose and fixing his pants.
âWeâve gotta stop doing this.â He sighed, looking down at his ruined shirt.
You giggled, sliding down from your desk and adjusting your skirt as you held your blouse together.
