đâšđâš <- Christmas playlist to get you in the mood for the holidays
Baby, Please Come Home <- Youâre missing Bucky during the holidayâs âš
Falling For You <- Going ice skating w/ Bucky for the first time together âš
Daddyâs Favorite Story <- Your daughter canât go to sleep until she hears one more bedtime story from Bucky âš
Santa, Baby <- Telling Bucky that the two of you are about to become three âš
Secret Santa <- Bucky decides to finally tell you how he feels about you through his Secret Santa gift âš
Under The Mistletoe <- Sharing a kiss underneath the mistletoe w/ Bucky âš
Downtown Winter Nights <- Exploring downtown Chicago w/ Bucky during the holidays âš
Baby, Itâs Cold Outside <- Thereâs a snow storm outside and Bucky offers you a place to stay in his apartment âš
Dashing Through the Snow <- You dropped a gift box while walking through the streets of New York and Bucky is on a wild goose chase to return it back to you âš
Holiday Treats <- Bucky keeps trying to eat the cookie dough while youâre in the middle of baking âš
Iâll Race Ya <- Going sledding w/ yours and Buckyâs small family (ft the Starks) âš
âTwas the Night Before Christmas <- Your daughter Grace is too excited about Santa to go to sleep âš
Crowâs Kinktober | Hate Sex | The Winter Soldier
18+ Content Warnings: unprotected p in v, semi rough sex, spanking, choking, mean!winter soldier, bratty!reader, mentions of bruising.
âIs that the hardest you can fuck? Pathetic,â you sneered over your shoulder towards the man you had a vice grip on your hips, without a doubt leaving bruises.
Soldatâs eyes thinned into dark slits as he cocked his head at you, his mask covering most of his face so you were unable to see if he was smirking or not. âAnyone ever tell you that youâre a fucking brat?â
You pushed your ass against his cock, forcing him to go deeper and you let out a soft moan. âMost of the time itâs when men are fucking me. Canât say youâre doing the same though.â
A gloved hand wrapped around your throat and Soldat hoisted your body up so your back could hit his chest, the new position of his cock spearing you straight open. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the sudden lack of oxygen. His other arm wrapped around your lower stomach to make sure your bodies were flush together.
âKeep being a brat, Iâll make sure you go all night without an orgasm,â he threatened, his cock thrusting into you in a rough pace it made the small bed beneath you two scrape along the wooden floors.
You bit your lip, nearly drawing blood, to try and stop yourself from spewing yet another bratty remark because you were desperate for an orgasm. Youâd been so close and with your release being fingertips away, you couldnât risk it. So instead of another remark, you wrapped an arm around Soldatâs neck and played with the ends of his hair. Soldat was quick to smack your hand a way, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.
âIf you want soft sex, thatâs not me.â
âThatâs good because I liked to be fucked like Iâm hated,â you reminded him, you saying those words the first time you two fucked.
âGood thing I fucking hate you,â Soldat snarled, laying a swift spank against your cunt before gripping your hips to hoist you up and down on his cock, the head hitting that sore spot inside you every single time.
The pain was only for a moment before bleeding into pure ecstasy. Every hard thrust proved how such Soldat hated you and he enunciated those feelings with a smack to your pussy. Thrust, smack, thrust, smack. It went on like that until your cunt was red and nearly bruised from how hard he was smacking it. But you begged him for more, the sting a contrast to the pleasure his cock was bringing you.
âHate you so much,â he grunted with a thrust when he finally spilled inside of you. âCanât stand you.â
âFeelings mutual,â you mewled, as the coil inside of you finally snapped.
18+ Content Warnings: needy!bucky and pillow fucking. Pretty self explanatory.
âFuck, I miss you so much, sweetheart,â Bucky grunts, pushing his cock deeper into his pillow.
Your picture was placed on the other pillow next to his head where your most recent letter lay. You sprayed it in your perfume so he could have a piece of you while he was away in the war.
Currently, Bucky was alone in his tent while the rest of the Howling Commandoes were in their own tents. It was the middle of the night, the bugs chirping away, but Bucky couldnât sleep. He missed you so much and after looking at the picture of you, he found himself getting horny.
âI canât wait till itâs your pussy again,â Bucky almost whines while humping his pillow.
He could imagine it was you underneath him gazing up at him with those doe eyes he loved so much. Your nails scratching down his back and legs wrapped around him.
âNeed you so fucking bad,â he grinds his cock into his pillow with no rhythm, just desperate to cum as he looks at your picture.
Sweat gathered against his warm skin as Bucky let out a slew of curses, his cock thickening against the softness of his pillow and soon felt a wetness pool against his leg.
âShit,â he sat up slowly after catching his breath and ran a hand down his face.
Cum covered his leg and pillow. Thankfully he had another one to sleep with but he needed to figure out how to tell the others why he was missing a pillow.
Pairing: College!SoccerPlayer!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader and College!SoccerPlayer!Steve x Fem!Reader
Summary: Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.
Warnings: 18+ MDI. There's no actual smut but defo some mature sexual themes the whole way through. Little bit of angst, feelings and some swearing too
Random thought from the depths of crackfic hell. But imagine an AU where Bucky's time with hydra also included the ability to shape shift on top of his super soldier serum. He can turn into whatever but he really only shifts into a wolf most of the time. Stealthy, huge, strong, agile and an absolute puppy. Werewolf Bucky is the scariest mf to exist. In his wolf form, his fur is nearly jet black, a stark contrast to his beautiful blue eyes. His teeth turn into sharp fangs and his claws could slash through just about anything.
However.
The large furry thing is nothing but a little puppy around you.
Human Bucky struggles to show his affection for you even though he loves you like crazy. He loves touching you but hesitates to do anything. Wolf Bucky has 0 issue hopping onto the sofa he doesn't fit on, attempting to curl up in your lap. He doesn't fit on your lap either and you end up drowning under a heavy mass of dark fur, the chuff he makes as you adjust himself is equivalent to his usual pouty face.
How dare you try and squirm away when he wants pets and cuddles.
And honestly, he's pretty irresistible. Even Tony's found himself petting the soft fur when he walks by, scrunching his face when he realizes who he's petting and cursing to himself immediately after. It's not just Tony either. Most of the Avengers catch themselves mid pet, occasionally shrugging and going back in while shaking their heads at themselves.
That isn't the only thing wolf Bucky enjoys.
âBucky!â You stare at your boyfriend who was a human last time you left him, now in his wolf form sitting on top of your duffle bag you'd packed for an upcoming mission. There's no way for you to get to it, sitting as its hidden underneath him and it doesn't look like he has any plans on moving. He growls when you try and get closer, daring for you to try and leave when you just got back from a mission earlier in the week.
"Baby, I have to go, you gotta get off" You try to reason with him but he just stares at you with piercing blue eyes. By now you can read his body language and he's not hearing any of it.
Don't think so, stay with me
"C'mon, you know I'll be back soon" You gently scratch the top of his head and he nuzzles into your palm. He tiled his head to the side widening his gaze as best as he could and you couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looked, silently pleading with you.
"Aww, don't give me those puppy eyes Barnes, that's not fair" You coo while he lets out a whine, huffing and resting his head on his front large paws until his ears perk up with a bright idea.
"For fucks sake Bucky!" You laugh incredulously when he picks up the bag with his teeth, shaking the clothes out and burying himself under them, happy to be surrounded by your scent and finding another way to keep you there.
"Whatâs going on" Steve walked by the room, wondering why you hadn't come to the jet yet, eyes growing wide when he saw what his best friend was up to "What the hell"
"Oh my god" Sam looked over Steve's shoulder, snorting at the way Bucky was now half asleep while you were still in your tac suit but your bag now nearly torn to bits. You shrugged, deciding to give up, looking at the over grown puppy waiting for a belly rub, giving the two men an apologetic smile.
Bucky snuggled happily on top of your clothes, his nose nudging into your hoodie, before closing his eyes, ears twitching contently while your on the phone with Fury, coming up with a lame excuse as to why you couldn't join.
Some other things I imagine for wolf Bucky:
He's the cutest thing ever. Sam nicknamed him Sirius Black and he loves it.
Loves eating meat. Eats a lot in general.
Fiercely loyal
Likes to go on walks
I'm sorry for this, I have a headache, instead of taking an Advil and sleeping, I'm out here giving into my ridiculousness, I'll see myself out.
18+ smutty smutty with some cocky roommate Bucky. I had a fleeting image of this man sitting on the couch with his legs spread and it was all downhill from there. I'd absolutely love an enemies to lovers where you're pent up and going off about how all your recent dates have been shit and to top it all off, you have to come home to him and well you'd absolutely rather-
"I'll fuck you if it'll get you to shut up"
"Excuse me" Your rambling came to an immediate halt, blinking at the soldier, coherent thoughts no longer forming, did he really just-
"I said I'll fuck you if it'll get you to shut up" his baby blues stared back at you, those pink lips quirking up to a smirk, this fucking little shit. "Take what you want"
Smut under the cut.
"That's it, that's it baby" Bucky groaned, gripping your hips guiding you up and down on his length, his girth stretching you each time he thrusted to meet your bounces. "Look at you now, can't even get a word out now huh"
You moaned, eyes rolling back, fingernails digging into his shoulders feeling him in your belly, the band growing tighter. How the fuck were you so close already, this was a bad idea, you were so close to the edge, why were you fucking this stupid cocky little shit, the spongy head of his cock hitting that exact spot that was going to make you cu-
"C'mon, eyes on me pretty" His gravelly voice cut through your cockdrunk daze, his dick getting harder at your fucked out state, "Look at me when I make you cum, keep em' open, yeah good girl" He started thrusting harder, taking you apart like you were nothing more than a ragdoll, your pussy making a mess all over his lap.
"Makin' a mess all over me too, this is what you needed yeah? Nice fat cock to fuck you stupid, empty that pretty head, keep riding me like that angel, yeah fuck yourself on me, just like that-shittt-gonna make me blow-fuck"
"Bucky-Bucky I-oh God fuckkk" You cried, shit you really just moaned his name, his filthy mouth making your pace grow sloppy, your desperate cunt trying to milk his length, he was actually going to make you cum, were you really going to give him that satisfaction? You'd love nothing more than to say you've had better but you fucking haven't, you were so close, "Can't-can't hold it, s'too much, gonna c-um"
"I know, I know princess, I got you" He cooed, his grip on your thighs digging into your skin as spots start to cloud your vision, wet slapping sounds and your moans filling the room, his metal hand slipping between your bodies to rub your swollen clit.
"Fuckfuckfuck-Bucky'm'gonna cum!-"
"Cum on my cock princess, milk it, make that little pussy cum all over me, s'what m'here for, fuck yess-gonna fill you right up princess-FUCKK" Bucky nearly roared at the feeling of his cock flooding your cunt, each pulse met with your walls squeezing and sucking him in deeper, "Shit, there's-there's so much, take it all-
You bit down onto his neck to muffle your screams of pleasure, your entire body pulsing and trembling as waves of ecstacy crashed over you, damn him for making you feel so good.
****
"You're real quiet now, angel" Bucky whispered, his fingers gently stroking up and down your back, the both of you still on the couch, his soft length still inside you.
"Shut up" You mumbled, hardly having any energy to roll your eyes, the cool sensation of his metal hand soothing you to nearly fall asleep.
"Mhm, you seem real comfy all fucked out on my cock"
"No" You wanted to saunter off like that mind shattering orgasm meant nothing, like you wouldn't feel him inside you for days but his arms were so thick and warm and his lap was so comfy-
Synopsis: An ordinary office employee becomes embroiled in a fake relationship with her icy, CEO boss, Bucky Barnes. A deal that begins as a business arrangement spirals out of control when his grandfather declares she isn't suitable to be part of their family. As pretend dates bleed into genuine feelings, misunderstandings have them falling apart. But when Bucky unleashes a grand gesture, they must confront realityâwas it ever truly pretend?
Summary: You can hold your ownâalways have. But that doesnât stop your husband from going full Winter Soldier mode when he sees someone laid a hand on you.
Warnings: Language, injuries, soft-but-intense husband!Bucky, protective behavior, possessiveness, comfort, fluff, violence mentioned (not graphic), "who did this to you?", lots of banter.
Word count: 1.3k+
A/n: this fic is from my poll where husband au and who did this to u prompt won. I will do the enemies to lovers in my next fic. Thank you for reading <3.
Divider credits: @saradika
Night- 1:47 AM
You turned the front doorknob with all the delicacy of a trained assassinâwhich, to be fair, you were.
No sound. Good.
You stepped inside, sliding your shoes off silently and tiptoeing like the floorboards might narc on you. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.
Heâd be asleep. He had to be.
You could get to the bathroom, clean up, hide the worst of it. He didnât have to know. You didnât want him to worry, to spiral. Not again.
You made it three steps down the hallway.
Thenâ âDonât move.â
Shit.
His voice cut through the silence, low and lethal. It came from the living room.
You closed your eyes. "Hi, honey. I'm home."
A light flipped on.
Bucky stood by the couch, arms crossed, half in shadow. The sight of himâbarefoot, hoodie loose over his broad chest, hair tousled from waiting upâwouldâve been comforting, if not for the look in his eyes.
His gaze traveled from your face to your arms, your ribs, where blood had started to seep through your shirt.
He didnât say a word.
You tried to play it off. âBefore you say anything, it looks worse than it isââ
His voice dropped to a whisper.
âWho did this to you?â
You exhaled slowly. âBuckââ
âDonât. JustâŠâ His jaw clenched. âStay right there.â
âBucky, itâs fine. I dodnât even need stitchesââ
âYouâre bleeding.â His voice trembled with something dangerous. âYouâre limping. You snuck into your own damn house like a thief because you knew Iâd lose it if I saw you like this. And guess what? You were right.â
He was in front of you in three long strides.
His handsâwarm, shakingâcame up to cup your face, careful to avoid the bruises.
âYou werenât supposed to see me like this,â you whispered. âYouâd only worry.â
âI worry when youâre five minutes late for lunch. You think this is gonna lessen that?â
âIâm not made of glassââ
âYouâre made of everything I live for.â
Your breath caught.
He scanned your injuries with haunted eyes. âWho did this?â
âItâs not important.â
âIt is to me.â
You sighed. âI didnât want you to spiral. Last time you saw me with a busted lip, you threatened to drown a guy in the Hudson.â
âI shouldâve.â
âBuckyââ
âTell me his name.â
You met his eyes. âIf I do, youâll find him.â
He didnât deny it.
âAnd if I donât?â you added.
âIâll find him anyway.â
You groaned. âYou are the most dramatic man Iâve ever met.â
He lifted you into his arms like it was nothingâlike you didnât have two working legsâand carried you down the hall.
âIâm intense,â he corrected. âNot dramatic.â
âYou literally brooded in the dark waiting for me to get home.â
âYou really thought I wouldnât notice? Like my wife could come home hurt and I wouldnât feel it in my chest?â
You let out a weak laugh. âGod, youâre annoying.â
âYou married me, doll. Thatâs on you.â
Twenty Minutes Later...
You sat on the bathroom counter while Bucky dabbed antiseptic over the cuts along your ribs, his brows furrowed like each mark physically hurt him more than it hurt you.
He hadnât stopped touching you.
Even now, his thumb rubbed soft circles into your thigh as he worked.
âDoesnât even sting,â you said.
âThatâs not the point,â he muttered, placing another bandage carefully. âYou came home bleeding. You flinched when you took your shirt off. You snuck in.â
âI didnât want to see your sad little kicked puppy face,â you teased.
He glared. âYouâre lucky I love you.â
âNo, youâre lucky I love you. Youâre high maintenance.â
âSays the woman who took on a six-foot mercenary solo and got cracked in the jaw for it.â
You raised an eyebrow. âYou think I didnât win?â
He paused. âWait. You won?â
âCracked three of his ribs and made him cry.â
He stared.
Thenâslowlyâhe grinned.
âThatâs my girl.â
You tried not to bask in it, but you totally basked in it.
Still, he wasnât done.
As he finished wrapping the final gauze, he stood between your legs and stared at you like you held gravity in your hands.âI breathe for you,â he said, voice barely a whisper. âThatâs it. Thatâs the only reason I get up in the morning.â
Your throat went tight. âBuckyââ
âYou come home hurt, and it feels like the worldâs off its axis. I canât think. Canât function. Youâre not fragile, babe. Youâre the strongest person I know. But the thought of losing you? Iâd lose everything.â
God.
You buried your face in his chest, arms tight around him.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered. âI didnât mean to scare you.â
âToo late. You did. You always do.â
You looked up. âYouâre a menace, you know that?â
âYou love it.â
âUnfortunately.â
He grinned and kissed your forehead.
Next Day â 2:00 PM
You woke up to an empty bed and a note on the pillow:
Had to step out. Be back soon. Donât move too much or Iâll find out and carry you around like a baby until you learn your lesson. I love you more than oxygen.
âB <3
You rolled your eyes.
And sighed.
And smiled.
He came back at sunset. Calm. Too calm.
You didnât even have to ask.
âYou found him, didnât you?â
He dropped his jacket. âYeah.â
âAnd?â
âHeâs not gonna be walking straight for a while.â
âBuckyâŠâ
âAnd probably wonât be talking much either.â
You stared at him.
âHeâll live. Probably,â Bucky said with a shrug. âI was nice. For the first ten seconds.â
âJesusââ
âHe laid a hand on you. You really think I wasnât gonna rearrange his face?â
You huffed, arms crossed, but you were secretly touched. And maybe a little turned on.
âYou are so dramatic.â
âNo. Dramatic is you sneaking past your literal super soldier husband with blood dripping down your shirt.â
âFine,â you muttered, walking toward him. âYou win.â
He caught you easily, arms pulling you in.
âI always win, doll,â he murmured, kissing your bruised temple. âEspecially when it comes to you.â
The Next Morning â 9:07 AM
Sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, painting golden stripes over the bed where you were curled up like a cat. One leg over the sheet. A little sore. A little achy. But warm.
Bucky stirred beside you, his metal arm slung protectively over your waist.
âYou awake?â you mumbled.
âWas watching you breathe,â he rasped, voice still sleep-rough. âYou twitch your nose when youâre dreaming.â
âYouâre creepy.â
âYou married me, sweetheart. This is your fault.â
You snorted, rolling to face him, wincing a little. He was already awake, already watching you with that look. Like you were sacred. Untouchable. His.
âYou hurting?â he asked immediately, shifting to sit up. âNeed painkillers? Water? I can carry you to the bathââ
âBucky.â
He blinked.
âIâm okay. Itâs just a bruise, not a broken limb. Stop hovering.â
âIâm not hovering.â
âYouâre three seconds from spoon-feeding me cereal.â
ââŠIs that an option?â
You groaned and buried your face in his chest.
âYouâre insufferable.â
He chuckled, warm and smug, tucking you tighter under his chin. You stayed like that for a while. Tangled limbs. Warm sheets. His fingers trailing soft patterns on your back like he couldnât stand not touching you.
âDonât do that again,â he whispered finally.
You didnât pretend to not hear it. âOkay.â
âI know youâre strong. I know you can take care of yourself. But if something happens to youâI stop breathing. You get that?â
You swallowed hard. âI get it.â
âI love you so much it makes me a little insane.â
âOnly a little?â
âI toned it down for your sake.â
You giggled. âYouâre cute when youâre crazy.â
âGood. Because youâre stuck with me.â
You looked up, brushed the hair from his forehead, kissed him slow.
going on a date with bucky barnes and it all goes so nicely, so sweetly, so smoothly. you both had so much fun, chemistry and a good time. he's charming, witty and he keeps flirting and complimenting you at every chance he gets. he held your hand all night long, neither of you even noticed it, it just happened naturally, your cheeks hurt from how much you're smiling and both of your hearts are at ease.. that's until the date comes to an end, it's time to pay and you ask him if he wants to go 50/50.
that would be the first time he lets go of your hand that night, it's unintentional just happened out of pure shock. "50... what.." the confusion on his face, you'd think he's an alien seeing earth the first time.
"you know.. 50/50.. we'll split the bill between us"
"split the bill?" he asks and you just nod, he'd blink at you, "50/50.. splitting the bill.. what is this about, i asked you on a date"
now it's your turn to be the alien seeing earth for the first time, "we are on a date, bucky. this is a date"
"no, it's not a date."
"it is a date"
"you're asking me to split the bill, this is not a date"
"oh my god sam was right, you can be such a drama queen." you laugh, he just stares at you, blankly. "it might've been a while since the last time you went on a date so let me break it down for you.. these days, people who go on dates split the bill, they go 50/50" you shrug, "it's normal"
"it's normal? you've done it before?"
you nod, "every date i've been on has been 50/50 yeah"
bucky nearly flips the table. bucky who spent all of his three dollars in the 1940's trying to win a teddybear for a girl he had a crush on, bucky who used to save up most of his income in an old shoe box underneath his bed so he can take his girl to a nice diner, bucky who went to the florist to get you a bouquet of roses and didn't even ask for the price just handed his credit card because to him your smile is priceless, bucky is about to have a stroke.
"you've never been on a date" he says, face still blank.
"yes i have"
"no you haven't. this is your first date." he says, "i'm your first time." he smirks and you blush at the possible implication. "50/50.." he scoffs under his breath, "what else are you gonna tell me next? i should walk on the inside of the sidewalk? keep my jacket on when you're cold? sleep further from the door? not open doors for you? jesus sweetheart what has the world come to?"
you hide your smile, you love it when he rambles like that, he's so calm yet so offended all at once somehow, it's funny and endearing. "what's wrong with walking on the inside of the sidewalk?" you joke and he rolls his eyes making you laugh, "so.. no 50/50? are you sure?" you ask one last time, hands on your purse on your lap.
he keeps his eyes on you as he pays the bill, glaring playfully, gets up and pulls out your chair before putting his black leather jacket on your shoulders, "no doll," he offers you his hand which you quickly hold, intertwining your fingers with his, and opens the door with his metal hand, "no 50/50."
can be read as a stand alone (except tiny mention of previous chapter) :)
PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Angst, apartment fire, reader gets care from paramedics, smut - dom bucky, sarge kink, oral sex (m recieving), throat fucking, dirty talk, unprotected PinV sex, breeding, cum swallowing, rough bucky, semi-public play, male masturbation, small lactation kink, squirting, cock warming?, implied aftercare. lmk if iâve missed anything :)
SUMMARY: Bucky doesnât know how he got so lucky, but luck only lasts so long. When Buckyâs crew are called to a fire a little too close to home, your neighbour puts everything on the line to keep you safe, even your relationship.
WORD COUNT: 14,214 (buckle up folks)
A/N: iâm so sorry this has taken so long :( but i hope itâs worth it <3
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Bucky doesnât know how he got so lucky.
Like, seriously, what the hell did his dumb ass do to deserve a girl like you, a girl who is so beautiful inside and out that he finds it hard to breathe each time his phone vibrates in his pocket, heart racing at the mere thought of a text from you.
Heâs had an abundance of those this morning, a new message waiting for him after each call the crew is dragged out to, and itâs breathing more life into him than his oxygen tank ever has.
From your flirty texts to the most adorable selfies, youâve had a grown man - a firefighter nonetheless - giggling and kicking his feet all day, and itâs fair to say the crew has noticed.
âCap, heâs lookinâ at his phone all weird again!â Sam jeers from his seat across and to the right of Bucky, his tone uncannily similar to that of a child telling on his friend to the teacher.
âAgain, Buck?â Steve asks from the front bench behind him. âWe just got back in the truck!â
Itâs true, after putting out a small office complex kitchen fire, the team had only just climbed back into the truck to head back for a well earned break.
Natasha nudges Buckyâs shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows. âWhatâs she said this time to get you all blushy?â
The unimpressed glare at Sam slowly morphs into a timid glance to his lap, âShe hasnât actually replied for a while.â His voice is so meek that itâs hard for Steve to believe itâs his best friend speaking.
âNat, is he looking at that photo again?â Steve asks, prompting the redhead to fight Bucky for a peek at his phone screen. She might be smaller than the brunette, but thereâs yet to be anyone who can stop her from getting what she wants, even the six foot, two hundred pound hunk of muscle beside her.
Bucky releases a disgruntled murmur when Nat manages to snatch his phone from his grasp, his eyes rolling to the sky when she confirms what Steve had suspected.
âMan, you are so whipped!â Sam laughs, unperturbed by the kick to his shin from the less-than-impressed firefighter across from him. Steve is chuckling from the front seat, hell, even Clint is biting back a grin, his eyes trained on the road as he listens in to the commotion behind him.
âShut up, Wilson.â Bucky groans. âSame goes to you too, Rogers. Or have you forgotten what I walked into in the turnout room last week?â
Samâs face falls into one of genuine sincerity, gasping at Buckyâs words, âWhat happened in the turnout room?â
The Captain has long since been silent, the threat of his secret being spilled sobering him up immediately.
âYeah, Cap, what did happen in the turnout room?â
Beside him, Natasha has gone suspiciously quiet; if Bucky didnât know why, then he may not have noticed the dusting of crimson across her cheeks, but he does, and it brings a smirk to his lips.
âWhat happens in the turnout room, stays in the turnout room.â Steve asserts, though Sam isnât ready to give it up yet.
âOh come on, man! You know itâs not healthy to have secrets in the Firehouse!â
Content that the focus isnât on him anymore, Bucky returns his attention to his phone where the âDeliveredâ sign has yet to turn to âReadâ. Whereâd you go, doll? He thinks to himself, the sound of his crewmates bickering drowned out by the nagging voice in the back of his head saying something is wrong.
âDrop it, Wilson.â Nat warns, a stern look in her eyes that only adds fuel to the fire.
âWhat crawled up your ass and died, Romanoff?â Sam says before his jaw drops in shock. âYou were there too, werenât you?! Oh my god, this is-â
The familiar alarm rings through the cabin and Clint happily tells everyone to shut up so they can hear dispatch properly.
Fingers stilling above the keyboard on his phone, Bucky listens to the description and location of the fire and his heart drops.
Itâs his address.
Itâs your address.
âBuck, is that-â
Laced with fear, your name falls from Buckyâs lips and Steve wastes no time in ordering Clint to step on it.
10:09 AM
You must have dreamt the whole thing.
Itâs the only plausible reason for waking up to a cold bed, body aching for a touch you fear you may have never felt. Sheets tangled between your legs, you lay sprawled across the bed with a hand laid flat at the spot you were so damn sure Bucky laid in the last time you were awake.
You dig the heel of your palms into your eyes, hoping to rub away the remnants of the best dream of your life, and wince at the swarm of colours behind your eyelids. By the time you drop your hands beside your head, youâve convinced yourself that last night never happened and the dull ache between your thighs is nothing but a warning that your period is due.
Fuck this. You think, a groan rising from your dry throat, and push yourself to sit up when you catch something in the corner of your eye.
A glass of water sat on your bedside table and a bottle of painkillers you usually keep in your bathroom cabinet perched by its side; while their sudden appearance draws your brows together, itâs the folded piece of paper with your name scrawled across it that really intrigues you.
Sliding the note out, you recognise the handwriting to be Buckyâs, and for the first time since you woke up, you let yourself hope that last night really did happen.
As hard as it is to leave you, Iâve got to get to work. I didnât want to wake you as I left, you looked so damn cute and I didnât wanna disturb you any more than I already had. Iâll be home at 6. I hope youâll let me make it up to you, staring with letting me fuck you while you wear my henley and then maybe we can remake some of those dreams youâve had of me ;). Jamie. P.S. hope youâre not aching too much.
Holy motherfucking moly.
Overwhelmed with schoolgirl giddiness, you squeal and kick your feet, only to be reminded that you are, in fact, aching very much. Very, very much.
A smile that could send Bucky Barnes to his knees rests upon your lips seemingly frozen in place. Even as you throw your head back to take the painkillers, your grin remains steadfast; for a moment, you wish your neighbour-turned-lover was with you to relish in your first morning together, but one glance at Buckyâs note remind you that heâll more than make it up to you.
Checking the time as you unlock your phone, you know Bucky is over four hours into his shift by now, and since heâs the only thing on your mind, you canât help but wonder if heâs as consumed by thoughts of you as you are of him.
It takes only a moment for you to take matters into your own hands, fingers running through your tussled hair as you open your phone camera. Itâs quick, and messy, but the grin that stretches from ear to ear will tell Bucky all he needs to know.
Ignoring the brief insecurities that youâre embarrassing yourself, you quickly send him the photo of yourself and choose to be bold for once.
The familiar swoosh sounds as your photo delivers and you lock your phone before crawling out of bed to get a shower. Youâre barely through your bedroom door when your phone pings in your hand.
James: Why the fuck did I go to work today?
Laughing, you type your reply back.
You: Because itâs your job and there are buildings on fire?
You take two steps and heâs replied already.
James: Let âem burn
Bucky smells the smoke before he sees it, the billowing clouds hidden by familiar high rise office buildings, the ones he drives past to and from work every day.
The truck turns down your street but Bucky hardly notices; he can hear his heart beating in his ears and heâs dropping curse word after curse word, his phone playing your voicemail for the fourth time in two minutes. Three blue texts of increasing urgency sit unread on his screen and it takes everything he has to not launch it out the window.
Youâve been a text away all morning, why now have you taken a fucking sabbatical from your phone?
âAre you sure sheâs home today?â Steve asks, interrupting Buckyâs spiralling thoughts.
âItâs her day off and sheâs been texting me all morninâ. Y/nâs in that building, Steve!â
The calmness of Steveâs tone reminds everyone why heâs their Captain, âWell Iâm sure sheâs safe, Buck. Sheâs bright, sheâll have gotten out by now.â
Stomach churning, Bucky gulps his nerves down. He glances at Nat when she pats his shoulder before turning back to see Sam nod, his eyes silently telling Bucky to pull it together, that now is not the time to lose it.
âPullinâ up!â Clint calls and the truck rolls to a stop, parking just behind Chief Furyâs car, who is already taking command of the scene and ordering around the first and only other squad to have arrived yet.
The world is a blur as Bucky glides through the scattered crowd to reach Fury, his words tumbling out of his mouth before heâs even within hearing range.
âTake a breath. What is it?â Fury says.
âI- I think my- this is my- I live here and-â
âI said take a breath, Barnes.â The chief interrupts him, placing a hand on Buckyâs shoulder to ground him. Heâs never seen Bucky like this before, not since⊠not since the fire that haunts his dreams.
âChief, this is my place.â The brunette speaks clearly now. âI think my girl is in there.â
âOkay.â Fury nods and squeezes Buckyâs shoulder reassuringly. âSearch the crowds, see if sheâs with any of the other residents. And keep me updated!â He calls after Bucky whoâs already rushing to the clusters of people across the road.
Face after face flashes by but none of them bare the eyes of the girl heâd give his life for. The weight in his chest grows heavier and heavier as he runs out of people to check and finds himself at the fire exit of the buildingâs main staircase where the others have already headed inside.
âSheâs not here, Sam!â Bucky shouts at his crewmate whoâs guiding a few stragglers out the exit.
âItâs okay, thereâs still people evacuating, sheâll get out. Just help me for a sec, Nat said she heard kids coming through!â
Bucky turns to the dwindling stream of people stumbling out the fire exit; he takes a breathe and scans the residents passing by, asking if anyoneâs seen you but itâs like talking to a brick wall. Everyone is too consumed by their own worries to care about a girl they donât know.
He goes to head back to Fury when he recognises the woman who lives across the hall from you, her two little girls clutching onto her for dear life as they stagger through the doors.
âCassie! Hey, Cassie!â He bellows over the commotion, running to take her eldest daughter off her hands and usher them to the medics.
âOh my god, Bucky!â She sighs in relief at the friendly face. âThank goodness, itâs- itâs getting really b-bad in there.â She says, spluttering through her words while Sam stands at her side.
âYeah I know, look, have you seen Y/n? I canât find her.â
âYeah she helped me carry the girls down!â
Buckyâs eyes widen, head snapping behind him to search for any sign of her. âThen where is she?â
âWell we reached the doors and she handed me Maya and said she had to go back for something and ran off.â His heart drops. âIâm sorry, Bucky, I didnât get chance to tell her not to go.â
Sheer terror controls his body and heâs storming over to Fury before sheâs finished her apology, not willing to waste any more time to get his girl. Sam thanks Cassie and trails after him till theyâre in front of the Chief.
âFury, Y/nâs still in there. Let me get her, please!â
âOkay, Sam go with him. Youâve got five minutes before I pull my men out of there, this thingâs gonna blow soon.â
âYes, sir.â They both call as they pull their masks on while they run. Bucky swears, heâs never put his kit on so quickly in his life, but the smoke pouring out the fire exit doors is growing thicker and thicker by the second, and youâre in the middle of it.
2:38 PM
The show youâre watching has long since been forgotten, your mind wandering to the dreams your neighbour is so keen to reenact. Buckyâs promise to make up for his absence ignites the same fire you felt last night. That, and every other night youâve had your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy thinking of him.
Youâre reminded of one specific dream - the one you had the night he was sent home from work - where youâd broken into his apartment for ice cream; picturing his place next door has you sat upright, suddenly remembering that Alpine is probably sat in his apartment waiting for him to come home. That poor cat wonât have seen him since you invited him over last night.
Hoping she doesnât resent you for stealing Bucky for the night, you grab his spare key from your side table and rush to check on the little white ball of fur. The familiar scent swarms you as you step inside his apartment, quickly heading to the kitchen to find Alpine.
You take a photo of Buckyâs kitchen, complete with Alpineâs little head popping out from above the fridge, and send it to him.
You: Really shouldnât have given me a spare key, Barnes
James: Donât even think about eating my donuts
Sure enough, a box of donuts sits on his counter top and it makes you laugh that the only thing thatâs worried him about you letting yourself in, is that youâll steal his food. God, heâs perfect.
You: Youâre a firefighter, not a cop!
James: Didnât know the donut police was out, my bad
You giggle before hearing the pitter patter of paws jumping from the fridge to the kitchen island wear she snuggles up to your torso and purrs.
âHey, girl. Sorry for stealing James for the night.â
Alpine meows beneath your light scratches and you grin, âIâll take that as a sign of forgiveness, Alps.â
Her cuteness has you getting your camera out to take a photo of the two of you, cuddled up together on the island.
You: Cute security guard you got here
Unbeknownst to you, Buckyâs heart is melting in the middle of the firehouse common room, so much so that he doesnât even bother with a jokey reply.
James: My girls â€ïž
Unbeknownst to Bucky, your heart is melting in the middle of his goddamn kitchen, so much so that Alpine might need to call 911.
James: Fuck I canât wait to come home to you
You blush like crazy at the second text.
You: You do have some making up to do, Barnes
James: Yes, Maâam!
You: Oh, and also, you might wanna pick up some more donuts on the way home ;)
You send before stretching to grab one from the box, quickly taking a photo of you biting into one and sending that too.
James: Knew I shouldnât have given you that key
Youâve done this before, you know what youâre doing. Youâve done this before, you know what youâre doing. Youâve done this before, you know-
âShut up, man! Youâre wastinâ your breath.â Sam shouts.
âWhat?â
âQuit your ramblinâ we got work to do!â
Not realising heâd been talking out loud, Bucky frowns beneath the polycarbonate of his mask, a movement Sam has no chance of seeing in their current environment.
Air thick with smoke, the pair race through the plumes as fast as their legs will carry them; youâre up there, they both know it, and thereâs no time to waste.
The ring of the fire alarm has long since faded by the time Bucky bursts through the door of the fourth floor, Sam close on his tail. If they thought the stairwell was bad, this corridor is hell on earth. Visibility is a distant memory in here, smoke so heavy and black that their flashlights reflect straight back at them. The only sign that theyâre actually moving is the distant, faint orange glow growing stronger with each step and the heat crawling further beneath their gear.
âFucking Garvey.â He grumbles, realising the broken sprinklers are the cause of this state.
Bucky turns behind him to face Sam. âYou clear this room, Iâll do Y/nâs!â
âOn it!â
The pair split up as Sam kicks down one door and Bucky heads to yours, only a few feet further ahead. Turning his back to the door, he lifts his right knee and fires his boot backward, successfully cracking it open for him to push inside.
The smoke isnât so bad in here and Bucky gets to work quickly, jogging over to your kitchen when he doesnât see you at the living area.
âY/n, call out!â Bucky bellows, his mask slightly muffling his words. You donât answer, so Bucky starts slamming open any and all doors in the apartment in the hope that you just canât hear him.
âY/n! Where are you?â Your bathroom is empty and he moves to your bedroom. âCall out, Y/n!â
No answer. Goddamn it, sweets.
Panic rises in his chest when he sees your empty bowl of cereal on the coffee table, a show still playing on the TV.
Bucky tries his luck shouting once more, âFirefighter, call out!â
The only sound to respond is the billowing flames down the hall, wood crackling beneath the heat.
âPlease, baby, where are you?â He knows heâs talking to himself at this point and it terrifies him. Biting back a strangled yell, Bucky clenches his eyes shut in attempt to ground himself.
When he opens them, he starts scanning the room for any sign of where youâve gone. The bowl of cereal, your missing slippers, keys on your side table, no phone anywhere, lamps still-
Wait.
The keys. Thereâs one missing. His spare.
It dawns on him then, and his heart drops, knowing exactly where you are.
Alpine. You went back for Alpine.
4:29PM
Your blood runs cold when youâre woken by thudding at your door, a muffled cry of your name seeping through its cracks. With a racing heart, you toss your blanket off your sweat-ridden body and rush to your feet, mind trailing behind you while you run to the door.
âJust a sec!â You call out, desperately trying to piece together whatâs happening as you approach the door. You slide the lock free, swing the door open and frown.
Itâs Cassie, the young mom who lives in the apartment opposite with her two little girls; her head is turned over her shoulder and sheâs shouting. You follow her line of sight to find who you guess to be her eldest daughter, Grace, peering through their front door - you canât tell for sure, youâre still waking up and things are a little foggy. Very foggy, actually.
Having babysat for Cassie a few times, you panic that youâve forgotten youâre doing so today. âHey, Cass-â
âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â
âWhat?â You murmur, sleep still clutching onto you for dear life, and your frown deepens.
âAre you okay? Please- I-â
âYes, Cassie, Iâm fine.â You interrupt her and place your hands on her upper arms, trying to ground her. âWhatâs going on?â
âThereâs a fire!â She points down the corridor and your attention follows. âI donât know when it started, I- I was in the bathroom with Maya- I donât know! I just- there was smoke coming in and- andâŠâ
The confusion racking your brain turns to panic while a coldness soaks your body from head to toe, fear settling into every inch of you. Fire. Smoke. Heat. Everything clicks like a series of switches. The fog you thought was remnants of sleep is actually thick grey smoke - thatâs why you couldnât tell which daughter it was. In fact, thatâs why Cassie was screaming, she was trying to get Grace back inside. Raising a hand to your forehead, you swipe beaded droplets of sweat off your brow and recall how warm the doorâs lock and handle felt beneath your fingers.
â⊠hitting the fire alarm but itâs not working so the sprinklers wonât come on and-â
âOkay, hey, itâs okay!â You comfort the frantic mother and scan the hallway as you gradually come back to the present.
âHave you tried the fire alarm?â
âYes! Yes! I tried but itâs broken, it wonât start!â
âFuck,â You whisper, mentally damning Mr Garvey for his shit-ass death trap of a building.
Cassie starts coughing heavily so you reach to her top and lift the collar till the cloth covers her nose and mouth. With consciousness finally returning fully, you close your door behind you and guide Cassie back to her apartment.
Inside, her daughters sit crammed into the corner of the kitchen, clutching onto each other tightly. You hash a plan out with Cassie before sending her to get cloths and soak them in cold water for you all to put over your faces. The smoke in her apartment isnât too bad, but youâll need them for when you leave.
You jog over to the window and look out just in time to catch Chief Fury jumping out of his car, barking orders down a radio, and scanning the scene. Relieved that someoneâs already called for 911, a sigh of relief tumbles from your lips and your eyes close briefly. Smoke scratches at the back of your throat, sparking a heavy coughing fit that leaves you breathless; when you realise youâre not the only one coughing, you turn back to the girls who are still sat in the kitchen.
âHey, girls, come here!â You call, rushing back to the kitchen to guide them to the window where you pick Maya up and place her on your hip so she can see outside. âSee that man there?â You point to Chief Fury, âHe works with Bucky. Theyâre gonna stop the fire for us and make sure we get out safe.â
Thereâs little time for the girls to celebrate before Cassie returns with wet tea towels and jumpers. Together, you get them wrapped up and explain whatâs about to happen; unsure as to what might be happening outside, you tell them to keep their eyes closed and their tea towels over their mouths and nose until their mom says otherwise.
With Grace on your back, you turn to Cassie with a reassuring smile. âItâs not far to the stairwell, theyâll be okay, I promise.â
She nods and adjusts Maya on her hip before pressing loving kisses to the girlâs heads. Using Buckyâs henley to cover the now hot metal door handle, you push it down and open the door for your neighbour to walk through.
The hallway is already darker and hotter than just minutes ago, the billowing black smoke rushing to your eyes and making them burn. Aside from the faint orange glow to your left, thereâs little visibility, but you know where to go. You hike Grace up your back further and step out behind Cassie, tea towel clamped tightly over your mouth.
âNearly there!â You bellow, voice barely breaking past your masked mouth. Come on, come on, come on⊠you whisper to yourself as your feet carry you step by step closer to safety. Finally, you reach the doors to the stairwell and nearly crash into the back of Cassie since you can hardly see her.
Carrying the girls, the pair of you slip through the door and hurry down the stairs. Youâre 4 stories up so you count each floor as you go, keeping track of where you are. Turns out, the alarms and sprinklers are working on every floor but your own. Fuck you, Mr Garvey.
âY/n! Wait! Y/n!â Grace calls from behind you and you rake our neck to look at her, realising then why sheâs trying to stop you. âI dropped my towel!â
Without thinking twice, you tear yours from your face and press it to her mouth knowing thereâs no time to be searching for hers. You keep going and catch up to Cassie before she even reaches the first floor. As your throat starts stinging again and your thighs begin to burn, you remind yourself that itâs not long until youâre outside in smoke free air.
âOne more floor!â
âYep!â
Being so close to the exit has you thinking ahead, thinking about seeing Bucky and running into his arms, thinking about how worried heâll have been for his girls, thinking about how relieved Cassie will be to-
Wait.
Buckyâs girls. Thereâs two of you.
It dawns on you then and your heart drops, knowing you canât leave yet.
Alpine. You need to go back for Alpine.
Each stride closer to Buckyâs apartment turns the red flames to orange and the orange flames to yellow. Heat radiates from the apartment opposite his as flames etch their way up and out of the front door; assessing the pattern of the fire, Bucky calculates how much time they have almost as fast as he breaks down his own door.
âY/n! Where are you!?â He bellows from the constraints of his mask, blue eyes scanning every inch of his smoke filled home for the one thing he canât live without.
âKitchen!â
Without even registering what youâve said, Bucky is running to the source of your voice, gear clanging on his back as he moves.
Thick smoke swirls around him on his way, clearing enough for him to just make out your silhouette flailing away.
âDoll!â Bucky shouts, panic rising in his chest at your frantic movements. âY/n, call out! Are you okay?â
âIâm here! Im okay!â He hears.
Finally reaching you, his hands reach for your upper arms like iron to a magnet. âAre you hurt?â
âIâm fine, James, itâs Alpine,â Youâre pointing up to fridge, pausing to cough into your arm before continuing, âsheâs not coming down!â
âWhat?â If you could hear the incredulous tone Bucky uses over the roaring fire, you show no signs of it. He canât help but gawk at you in disbelief; you were seconds away from escaping a roaring blaze and youâre more focused on a damn cat? Do you even realise whatâs happening?
âJames, help me get her down!â
Your urgent order has the firefighter shaking his head free of thoughts that are better kept for later. The clock is ticking and the fire is spreading faster each second, so he jumps into action. Clambering up onto the kitchen counter, Bucky swipes his hand over the top of the fridge until the familiar white fur of his cat greets his palm.
âThatâs it,â Bucky coaxes Alpine out from her hiding spot. Clearly unable to identify her owner beneath his gear, she leaps down into the safety of your arms and receives doting kisses in masse.
Bucky climbs down. âOkay. Letâs go.â
The short and sharp order has you scurrying to the front door where the heat creeps up your bare legs with haste. Over your shoulder, you hear the electronic beeps of your neighbourâs radio intermittently while he talks to Chief Fury.
A hand on your shoulder brings you to a halt. âYouâve got two minutes, Barnes.â The chiefâs voice is crackling much like the fire behind the door.
âYes, sir.â Bucky replies before turning to you, âWait here.â
Following his orders, you wait with increasing nerve as Bucky peers behind his front door to check on the fire. For the first time today, heâs grateful the fire is loud enough to drown out his cursing of the situation; the last thing he wants is to scare you, but the flames have encompassed the door of the apartment opposite and have climbed to the ceiling of the hallway. Escaping now means baring the blaring heat with no protection for his girl to wear.
Pushing the door shut, he turns back to you. âWe have to go through, itâs the safest way.â
âYou want us to walk through fire? Are you serious?â The light quiver of your chin tells Bucky youâre more scared than you care to let on. âWhat about the windows? Canât we-â
âNo, doll. Thereâs not enough time to get the truck round this side of the building. Iâd give you my mask but we have donât have time. We have go this way.â
Youâre shaking your head as he speaks, nerves racking your body like a virus and you subconsciously clutch Alpine tighter to your chest for comfort. Bucky steps closer to you with reassuring eyes, hoping the closer distance will let you see him past the polycarbonate.
âHey, you trusted me when we got stuck in the lift and we got out without a scratch. Iâm asking you to trust me again, sweets. Let me get you out of here, please?â
Battling through his mask, the desperation laced beneath his tone is enough to turn your shaking head into a nod. From that point on, youâre a passenger in your own body.
Instructions to keep your face covered, to hand over Alpine despite her meows in contest and that under no circumstances should you ever let go of Buckyâs hand. Numerous checks that you understand what heâs saying, followed my numerous recitals of his rules right back at him.
Thereâs no way of knowing how you managed to remember those rules, let alone abide by them, when your mind has been on autopilot for the last few minutes.
You know itâs time to go when you feel two squeezes on your right hand: Buckyâs signal. What follows is a blur of black and orange, hot and cold. Bucky covers you from the fire and leads you out to the stairwell where he tucks you into his side. You run down each flight of stairs until you burst into the chaos outside.
Bucky rips his mask and helmet off and shouts for a medic, his arm never leaving your shoulders as though thereâs still a fire he needs to protect you from.
A paramedic who Bucky called âPepperâ rushes over and reaches to hold you herself before realising sheâll need to fight Bucky to do so. Knowing thatâs a battle not worth fighting, she guides you both to the back of an ambulance across the road.
On your way, a familiar face breaks through the hustle and bustle with relief etched across his features. Steve pats your shoulder in support when Bucky speaks up.
âSteve, can I-â
âGo be with her, Buck.â He says firmly like itâs obvious, earning a single, though grateful, nod in return.
For the past twenty minutes, youâve watched the world fly past you; left and right, high and low, thereâs something happening everywhere as the Fire Department work to put out the blaze and move people to safety. With the sun dipping behind the city skyline, the damage to Mr Garveyâs building fades away as night draws in. Heâs yet to make an appearance, Mr Garvey, though you doubt heâs jumping at the opportunity to face his tenants, let alone the burly firefighters that litter the lawn.
Itâs fair to say the crew are pissed. Sure, a lazy landlord running a beat-up, hazardous complex would rile them up any day of the week - but when that complex is home to âtwo of their ownâ as Nat put it? Well, the only thing holding them back is Chief Furyâs stern warning to do things by the book. Though he did order a drive by for Mr Garvey once they figure out where he lives.
While seemingly everyone in sight is busy helping out, you sit perched on the back steps of an ambulance, accompanied by a sleepy Alpine and a grumpy Bucky. Heâs long since forgone the fire jacket, clad just in a navy t-shirt and suspenders holding up his fire pants.
The rhythmic hum of the oxygen machine behind you is driving you crazy, but a certain firefighter isnât keen on you taking your mask off just yet. You wonder if heâll ever let you take it off.
A clanging in the distance awakens Alpine enough for her to relocate; the soft white cat clambers into your lap and curls up before going straight back to sleep. Unfortunately for you, the damn oxygen mask is getting in the way of everything, and you canât see past it to watch Alpine.
âWhat are you doing?â Bucky asks, his tone just as flat as itâs been since you escaped the building, as you tug the plastic from your face.
âItâs annoying, Sarge. And fucking uncomfortable.â
Blue eyes barely glancing at you, your neighbourâs face remains stoic and cold. He finds you calling him âSargeâ pretty damn annoying, even if his dick thinks otherwise; ever since you clocked on to people addressing him by his title, youâve being teasing him, but the name has slowly turned sour on your lips the longer he acts so coldly toward you.
âItâs not meant to feel like a spa treatment, put it back on.â
You roll your eyes, not that heâd notice. âI donât even need it anymore!â Youâre sick of being treated like a child by the man who was tongue deep in your cunt just under 24 hours ago.
For the first time in a while, he finally tears his gaze from the lawn down to your defeated state and uncrosses his arms. As he leans closer, you think for a moment that heâs finally going to touch you, to hold you and tell you everythingâs okay. Instead, he reaches over you and snatches the mask from your side, just to hold it up to your face.
âBanner said you do, so youâre wearing it, okay?â He all but spits. You hold his stony glare and pray that your lip wonât tremor like it always does when youâre upset. The coldness of his stare saps the warmth from your chest, replacing it with a pit of indignation thatâs growing with every passing moment.
âWhy are you being like this, James?â The mellow tone you didnât even know you could use slips by, a far cry from the cruelness of Buckyâs, and you watch as he straightens up and turns away. âYou- you canât even look at me! You wonât touch me, you order me around like Iâm-â
He scoffs. He literally scoffs in your face.
âAre you serious? Youâre acting like a child, James.â
âOh, and youâre not?!â His attention is back on you now and you flinch at the sudden change in dynamic.
âWhat the fuck does that-â
âHey, guys!â
Steve appears from behind the ambulance door and leans down to hug you. Your eyes are stuck on Bucky, whoâs resorted to turning his back to you as if thatâs going to fix this.
âHow are you feeling, Y/n?â The captain asks, a hand lingering comfortingly on your shoulder as you fight to pull your eyes away from your neighbour.
âUhh yeah,â You shake your head slightly and look up at Steve with a smile, âyeah Iâm feeling better, thank you.â
Though he chooses not to comment on it, he sees how your smile doesnât reach your eyes. âThatâs great, Iâm real glad youâre alright, Y/n. You want me to switch the oxygen off if youâre not needing it anymore?â
In the corner of your eye, Buckyâs back clenches taut and he stills. The conflict between sticking up for yourself and giving in to Bucky plays out like a musical in your mind, each side tugging you to and from at a rate of knots. But the tension between you and the firefighter isnât enough for you to lose yourself; deep down, you know youâve done nothing wrong and you certainly donât owe Bucky anything after the way heâs treated you.
You look up at Steve with a confidence that both you and Bucky are surprised by. âThat would be great, thanks, Cap.â
With a quick, questioning glance at the brooding firefighter in the corner, Steve turns off the machine and steps back after a quick pat on Alpineâs head.
âDo you mind if I steal Buck for a minute?â Steve asks.
âGo for it.â
After a grateful smile, Steve grabs his best friendâs arm and drags him away, leaving you with a frown and a sleeping cat.
Their footsteps fade away as they walk out of ear shot and youâre forced to try your hand at lip reading. It doesnât take long before you realise thereâs no chance in hell youâre going to figure out what Steve is saying, quite sternly, might you add.
âCut her some slack, Buck. She was trying to do the right thing.â
The brunette scoffs, âShe was trying to get herself killed.â
âLook me in the eye and tell me you wouldnât have done the same damn thing.â
âItâs different,â Bucky grumbles, shaking his head.
âIs it?â
âIâm a firefighter, Steve! I know what to do in that situation.â
Armed with a raised brow, the captain cocks his head slightly. âSo youâre telling me if you had no training, no protection, you wouldnât run into a burning building to save her?â
For a moment, Steve thinks heâs gotten through to his best friend, and that maybe, Buckyâs finally seeing some sense. But then Bucky reminds him exactly why he had to pull him over for a âchatâ in the first place.
âShe went back for Alps.â
âHave you thought that maybe she went back for you!?â Steves voice raises as his tone sharpens and Buckyâs confused âwhat?â only fuels the fire burning in his chest.
âShe knows how much you love that cat. Seems to me like she saved Alpine for you, Buck.â
Having learnt to not get ahead of himself, Steve waits for yet another snarky remark. Instead, he watches his friend look over his shoulder to your place in the back of the ambulance. Banner is in the process of taking your blood pressure while Nat makes you and Pepper laugh by playing with Alpine; the sight has a warmth growing in Buckyâs chest, and he wishes more than anything that Steve hadnât dragged him away so far so he could hear your laughter.
As though you can feel his gaze, you lift your head and lock eyes with your neighbour, unknowingly causing his breath to catch at the back of his throat. And then you smile at him, tired and meek but beautiful nonetheless, and it nearly has him on his knees, begging for forgiveness for treating you so cruelly.
Yet he remains cold and stoic, his face contorting to one even more scorning than before. Because you were minutes away from not making it out of there, and now youâre laughing with his crew mates like he didnât nearly lose you.
The infamous Tony Stark left Firehouse 107 years ago, yet youâve heard his name more than you could count. Heâs practically an urban legend to you at this point; even now as you scurry around the kitchen of one of his many properties that his own wife Pepper lent yoy, youâre not 100% certain he actually exists.
âGirl, I canât believe you get to live here!â Sophie, your manager, rounds the corner of the hallway just as you glance over your shoulder.
âYeah having my apartment burn down was totally worth it.â
You donât mean for your tone to be a sharp as it is, nor as hostile, but you canât help it. The aftermath of todayâs events has left a sour taste in your mouth, but itâs the cold shoulder from Bucky thatâs left you feeling hollow.
Sophieâs face drops, features twisting into one of regret and pity. You both fight over each other to apologise first and the heavy weight on your shoulders lifts lightly when you both laugh a little.
âThat was a shitty thing to say, Iâm sorry.â She comes over and pulls you into a hug.
âNo, I shouldnât have been a bitch about it, Soph.â You murmur into her shoulder, grateful for the comforting embrace after receiving nothing from the one person youâve needed it from the most.
Pulling back, Sophie rests her hands on your shoulders. âI think you get a pass for today, hun. Are you sure you donât want me to stay with you tonight?â
You immediately shake your head. âAbsolutely not. Youâve got a big day tomorrow and you need your beauty sleep.â
A few weeks ago, Sophie was nominated for the local small-business owners award and the prize giving is tomorrow. The last thing you need is to feel guilty for keeping her from such a momentous event.
âOnly if youâre sure, I can-â
âNope. Youâre going, thatâs final.â You cut her off with a reassuring smile and place your own hands on her shoulders to steer her to the door. âLike you said, this place is a dream. I think iâll manage just fine!â
After a warm goodbye and another attempt to change your mind (and even more assurance that youâd survive the night alone), your boss heads out.
Itâs quiet now; Starkâs swanky apartment is so high up that you can barely hear the hustle and bustle of the street below, a stark contrast (pun intended) to the paper thin walls of your old apartment.
Old apartment. Only been here 4 hours and youâre already along it the old apartment.
You turn on your heel and face your new home for the next few weeks, still taken aback by the shininess of everything. The plush ivory couch is spotless, the shelves of the fridge donât bear a single crumb, you even had to peel the protective film off the damn shower head earlier. Everything is perfect. Everything should be perfect.
But itâs not. Not without him.
Youâd take back the broken elevator and shitty water pressure in a heartbeat if it meant you got Bucky back too. Instead, youâre left with this incredible apartment and no one to share it with, not even Alpine.
Without noticing it, enough time passes by while you stare at the untouched home before you that itâs now dark enough for lamps to be turned on. You stumble around in the darkness for any switches you can find, eventually finding and turning on a lamp that youâre sure costs more than your whole âold apartmentâ.
One after the other, you light up the apartment enough to find your way to the fridge where you scour through the groceries Sophie collected for you, desperate for a drink to numb the pain.
Smiling weakly at the cakes she mustâve snuck in, a knock at the front door snatches your attention.
You hurry to the door, though you underestimate how long it takes to cross the width of the apartment, and prepare to remind your excessively concerned friend that youâll be perfectly fine on your own for the night.
âSophie,â You begin, swinging the door open with a sigh, âIâm starting to feel insulted at how- ohâŠâ oh. oh.
âHey,â Bucky says, a hand stretched behind him to rub the back of his neck. His eyes are tired and lifeless, but at least theyâre lacking the venom they possessed just hours ago.
âBucky, what are you doing here?â
Your questions takes him aback, like he never once considered you wouldnât blindly open your new home to him, offer him a beer and give him free rein of the tv. Of course, he didnât expect that, but he didnât expect this either.
âIâm âBuckyâ now?â
Your eyes drop to the floor. âJames. Iâm sorry, I meant James.â
The timid nature of your response has the firefighter cursing himself for trying to be funny. Instead, he made you feel like you have to please him, to call him James just because he said so.
âNo, itâs-â Bucky takes a breath trying to settle the rising frustration at how difficult it is for you two to talk normally when it used to come to you like breathing. âI didnât mean to sound like that. I came to see how youâre doing?â
The softness of his voice has your head lifting, eyes meeting his to search for the warmth that you yearn for so dearly.
âIâm okay. Are you?â
âCan I come in?â Bucky asks, dodging your question like a hitter ducking from the first basemanâs glove.
You reply by stepping to the side, allowing your neighbour to slip past you.
âNice place.â
âNice placeâ, Buck? Really? Thatâs what youâre gonna open with?
âThanks.â
âThanksâ, Y/n? Really? What, did you build it yourself or something?
The awkwardness between you is unsettling in itself and you have to physically shake your head to try and rid yourself of the feeling.
The firefighterâs eyes fall to your body and his brows draw closer. You look down at yourself and back at Buckyâs confused face when you put two and two together.
âTheyâre Sophieâs,â You run the hem of your- her -shirt between your thumb and forefinger, âshe dropped them off with some other stuff to get me through the next couple days.â
Getting nothing in response, you walk to the kitchen where you resume your search for a drink. Your boss bought pretty much everything at the grocery store, but unfortunately for you, she must have skipped the alcohol aisle. You settle for a glass of water, a far cry from the kind of drink you need to get you through this interaction, but itâll have to do.
âDo you want a drink?â You call over your shoulder as you pour yourself a glass. If it werenât for his reflection in the tall, remarkably clean windows, youâd never even know there was someone in the room.
You freeze, part way through shutting the fridge door, and while you know exactly what he said, his words echoing through your mind, you ask him to repeat himself.
âIâm sorry?â
âWhat were you thinking, Y/n? Going back for Alpine?!â His words flow out faster than he can pronounce them, the damn holding back his emotions finally collapses.
You slam the door shut, glass bottles rattling away as you speak, âI couldnât leave when I knew she was trapped and there was a fire across the hall!â
Bucky throws his hands in the air. âDo you not trust us to do our jobs, Y/n?â He yells. âItâs what we do! We wouldâve gotten her out- I wouldâve gotten her out!â
âPut yourself in my shoes, James, there was a fire and I panicked and I did what I felt was right. If that meant not waiting for you then thatâs what I was gonna do.â
You hadnât even realised youâve been stepping toward your neighbour, closing the distance between you till only a few feet separates you. Buckyâs eyes are frantic, yours are cold as steel and the air between you is so charged that your hands are shaking; with a clenched jaw, you try to steady your breathing while Bucky steps back to pace across the room with his hands raking through his hair.
âI canât-â His hands drop to the base of his neck where he needs the skin in his fists. âI canât believe you were stupid enough to run back into a burning building for a cat thatâs not even yours!â
You son of a bitch.
âThatâs not fair, I love her too!â You cry, only to flinch when Bucky turns back to you with tears in his eyes.
âWell, I love you!!â He bellows, voice breaking at the end. âWho looks after you, huh?! Who comes to save you when you get trapped?â
You mumble a âwhat?â but youâre drowned out by his words and the weight they possess.
âHow are you not seeinâ this, doll? This isnât about Alps, itâs about you.â You frown, gaze jumping between those captivating blue eyes in disarray. âItâs about you putting yourself in danger to save something that is not your responsibility.â
âBut I-â
âDonât.â Bucky warns. âWhether you feel inclined to or not, you are not responsible for keeping her safe, I am. And that- fuck- that means you stayed in a fire to do something thatâs my job. I should be the only one who needs to go into danger to protect her but I wasnât there so you did it.â
âJames-â
âYou couldâve gotten yourself killed over something thatâs my fault-
âJames!-â
âItâs my fault you ended up in there, doll, so if you got hurt then that-â
You grab his face in your hands and press your lips to his, grounding him with your touch. The rooms spins around you as you work to slow his descent down a rabbit hole of guilt, lips moving against his even though his remain still. If your eyes were open, youâre sure youâd find his hands still in the air, but you donât pay any mind to that; youâre only focus is on showing him you love him too, that youâre safe and he doesnât need to blame himself for a damn thing.
You donât know how long it takes, but at some point along the line, Buckyâs arms wrap around your waist, pinning you to his chest while he finally kisses you back.
The salty taste of shared tears greet your tongue as your lips dance against his. Your hands travel from his cheeks to his hair, tugging at his roots till his lips part in a gasp. You take the chance to tease your muscle against his, moaning at the feeling.
âIâm sorry, baby, Iâm so sorry,â You breathe between kisses, âI didnât mean to scare you.â
Bucky shakes his head as much as youâll let him with your tongue still tangled with his.
âNo, itâs my fault, I shouldâve been there.â
You pull back with tearful eyes. âYou couldnât have known.â
âNot the fire.â He murmurs, eyes clenching shut as he tugs one of your hands to his mouth, presses a doting kiss to your palm. âFor everything after it. I just- I couldnât understand why you did it, doll. And thatâs not an excuse, I donât mean it like that- thereâs no excuse for it but I was so scared and confused and-â
âAngry that I went back.â You finish his sentence for him, as painful as it is to admit. âI know, honey, I know I scared you, Iâm sorry.â
âNo. Donât apologise, you did nothing wrong, I need you to know that.â Bucky looks into your eyes with such intensity that you feel it in your chest. When he clenches his eyes shut and he somehow holds you even tighter than before, you brace for the question you know is coming. âBut why, darling? Why would you go back? I donât understand.â
Heâs almost sobbing now, forehead rattling against yours as he fights back the tears heâs been withholding all day.
But you didnât know why, truly. All day youâve tried to figure out what happened to you, what possessed you to do what you did. But then Bucky, your James, turned up on your doorstep 5 minutes ago and it all made sense.
âBecause I love you, too.â
His eyes snap open and a look of what you can only describe as disbelief. âFuck, you do?â
You breathe a laugh, âMore than anything.â
Before you know it, his lips are back on yours and heâs kissing you with a passion youâve never felt before. Itâs different this time, this kiss, itâs like youâve submitted yourselves to the love you have for one another and everything feels so different but so so good.
But that feeling is stripped from you like a rug being swept from beneath your feet because heâs pulling back with conflict laced beneath his gaze. âThatâs why you went back?â
You nod sheepishly, tears trailing down your cheeks.
âYouâre killing me, you know that?â The firefighter says, words coming out strained like heâs still holding back.
âI didnât mean to, James,â You bundle up his t-shirt in your firsts, âIâm sorry.â
Bucky cradles your head to his chest, holding you so close to him that his heart beat reverberates into your chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head while you tighten your hold around his waist. âI know you didnât, doll.â
You can feel his chest tightening each time he tries to continue and gently urge him to continue. âButâŠ?â
Buckyâs small laugh is muffled by your hair and he pulls back slightly to hold your face in his hands.
âBut,â He smiles softly, eyes baring into yours, âI need you to find a different way to love me. One that doesnât have you running into burning buildings.â
You frown with your lip between your teeth. âWhat if I moved in with you and Alps? Then we wouldnât have this problem!â
âYou want to move in together?â Your neighbour is taken aback by the idea.
You go to nod proudly but it only takes a second for Bucky to snap back to reality and escape the clutches of your desperate attempt to change the subject.
âNo, donât answer that.â He warns. âThatâs not what weâre discussing.â
âWell technically it isâŠâ
âNo itâs not. Weâre not- I canât-â
âYou donât wanna live with me?â You tilt your head to the side with a look like a scorned puppy.
Buckyâs quick to fall victim to your tricks yet again; he leans in and presses sweet kisses to your lips while replying. âOf course I want to live with you, I wanna do everything with you-â
âThere we go then, problem solved!â You grin with a mischievous glint in your eye and watch as Bucky frowns in complete confusion.
âWhat? No! No, problem very much not solved!â
âI think it would-â
âDoll, I donât give a damn what the living situation is - you canât put yourself in danger for me.â His tone is leaving little to no room for argument. Little to no roomâŠ
âBut-â
âNo buts, Y/n.â Bucky stops you before you can work your magic on him again. âI love Alpine and iâd be sad if anything happened to her but iâd live. But you?â His voice cracks and heâs closing his eyes to hold back any more tears. âIf I lost you I- I donât think iâd be able to go on. Youâre everything to me. Iâd sacrifice the world to keep you safe and that means that you canât go running into burning building or jumping in front of bullets- I donât even want you drinking your coffee too quickly after I made it cause you might burn your tongue!â
You giggle and lean into his palm.
âYouâre my priority, sweets. I need you safe and healthy, so I canât have you being reckless like you were today. Itâs you before everything, okay?â
You nod, and you mean it this time, though Buckyâs not convinced.
âSee youâre nodding but I feel like youâre not getting it.â
With a laugh, you pat his toned chest and reach up on your toes to kiss him sweetly. âI get it, James. Iâll try not to do anything reckless going forward.â You pull back and look up at him cheekily. âNot even for your adorable pet cat who is probably tearing Steveâs apartment to shreds right now.â
Buckyâs face drops and he glares at you, though thereâs a playful glint in it. Sliding his hand down your arm to catch yours before you try and return to the kitchen, he sobers up. âI need you to promise me, Y/n. Promise me youâll never put yourself in danger for me.â
You look away as though you havenât heard him and go to step back again and offer him an actual drink this time.
âY/nâŠâ He warns, tone low and gruff. âI asked you a question.â
âTechnically, it was an order, not a ques-â
Bucky spins you around and pins you against the wall with your hands beside your head. If the look in his eye is anything to go by, you know youâve successfully irked him. What can you say? After the day heâs put you through, a girl deserves a little fun.
âQuit playinâ. I need you to promise me, please.â His tone is raw but firm, yet you continue to blur the line between teasing and down right psychological torture.
âAnd what if I donât⊠sarge?â
Those blue eyes donât stray from yours, nor does he flinch at your little attempt to claim dominance. You cock a brow at the firefighter with a growing smirk but it only takes one slight nudge of his knee between your thighs to have your confidence faltering.
Bucky leans down, nose ghosting past your ear and breath spilling down your neck. âMânot sure youâre understandinâ me, doll. I ainât askinâ.â
You donât even think before replying, âMaybe you should.â
Bucky scoffs, âAfter the shit you pulled today?â He raises your hands above your head, still clamped in his tight grasp, âYouâre hardly in a position to tell me what I should or shouldnât do, sweetheart.â
âAnd what do you think you should do?â You ask meekly.
âI think I should teach you a lesson.â Buckyâs lust blown eyes drop to your lips. âBut seeing as you donât listen to my words, maybe youâll listen to your sargeâs cock instead, hm?â
A whimper escapes your lips before you can clamp them shut; his lips ghost over yours as he speaks and you find yourself fighting the urge to clash your lips against his.
âMâgonna fuck some sense into you, doll face. Sâonly fair after everything you put me throughâŠâ You let out a breathy sound when he traces his lips down your jawline to your pulse point, eyes fluttering shut.
âJamesâŠâ
Youâre met with silence, but the hand replacing his lips that works to tilt your face to meet his has your eyes snapping open once more.
âNot âJamesâ.â
Your frown. âJamie?â
Bucky chuckles and shakes his head. âYouâre cute when youâre confused, but no. Not âJamieââŠâ His hand squeezes your throat, leaving you clenching around nothing. âSarge.â
Breathe catching in your throat, your body stills completely.
âWhat wrong, sweets? I thought you loved callinâ me sarge.â The longer you stay silent and the wider your eyes grow, Bucky worries heâs gone too far and his gaze softens. âWe can stop if-â
âDonât stop.â You rush out. ââŠSarge.â
With a growl, Buckyâs eyes nearly roll to the back of his head. âOn your knees.â
You slide down the narrow gap between your neighbour and the wall, reaching to unbuckle his belt as you do.
âAh ah ah,â Bucky tuts, hands pulling yours free of his belt, âdid I say you could touch me?â
You bite your lip and shake your head no, though a raise of his brow reminds you that youâre missing something. âNo, sarge.â
The corner of his lips tugs into a smirk. âGood girl. Hands at your sides.â
Sweet Jesus.
Bucky unties his belt, closely followed by the button and zip of his pants and you think it might be the hottest thing youâve ever seen. Turns out, itâs not just you. Your neighbour is fighting the urge to roll his hips into your face with the way youâre lookinâ up at him, eyes flicking back and forth between his and the way his hands are working to free his hard length. Gulping hard, you fingers flex and curl into fists at your sides as you fight the burning desire to touch him.
âYouâre a needy little thing, arenât you? I leave you for a few hours and youâre on your knees for me in minutes.â
âPlease,â you beg, thighs clenching.
âYou want my cock, doll? Yeah?â
You nod quickly, dragging your eyes away from his leaking cock head to his and pleading with your eyes.
âFuck, you look so pretty like this.â Bucky hums. He cups your cheek, tracing his pointer finger down the side of your face while his thumb tugs on your bottom lip. He groans so softly at the sight that itâs nearly drowned out by the blood rushing through your ears. âAre you comfortable, sweets?â He asks with softer features.
You whisper a yes before taking his moment of tenderness to test the waters. Dipping your head, you catch his thumb between your lips, lightly sucking on it while your tongue swirls around the tip.
âKnew that mouth was good for somethinâ.â
You hold his stare and playfully bite his thumb, a small act of defiance, one that proves to be a costly mistake. The firefighter draws his thumb from your mouth instantly, a smirk toting his lips as he looks at you with disappointment.
âPlay nice,â He warns as though heâs scolding a puppy, âor I can go and deal with this myself.â
Your mewl has bucky chuckling to himself.
âYou donât want that, do you baby?â
âNo.â Bucky raises an expectant brow. âNo, sarge.â
âGood girl.â
He presses the soft, weeping head of his cock to your lips as a reward for your obedience, heart racing as fast as his dick is throbbing when your desperate tongue reaches out to steal a taste of his pre cum off your lips.
âGo ahead, doll. Suck the tip for me.â
You donât need to be told twice; tongue dipping beneath his cock head, you draw him into your mouth and latch your lips around him tightly. The day fades into the back of your mind like a long lost memory when you close your eyes to savour the feeling of Buckyâs weight in your tongue.
Bucky, meanwhile, canât hold back his grunts. Itâs only the tip and he already thinks heâs seeing God, his head tipped back in pleasure.
âOh thatâs it, thatâs it.â He moans.
Your innocent little hums travel down his shaft and straight to his balls. The burning pleasure nearly distracts him enough for him to miss your attempt to take more of him in your mouth. Before you can even register the firefighter drawing his cock free of your warm mouth, you feel it slap across your cheek. The shaft, slick with you spit and his arousal, creates and obscene sound, one that draws a whimper from your now empty mouth.
âWhat did I say to you, hmm?â A calloused hand grips your chin and tilts your head up. âTell me.â
âSuck the tip for me.â You donât miss how pathetic you sound, but youâre drunk on Buckyâs cock and youâd do anything to have him back between your lips at this point. His intense stare smothers any confidence you thought you hand and you wait patiently for his next move.
He shakes his head, unimpressed. âAnd here I thought you were gonna be good for me.â
âI will!â Gosh, what are you even saying? If you werenât so intoxicated with him, youâd cringe at how desperate you sound, how desperate you look.
Struck once again by his throbbing length, you canât help but release a slutty moan. Seriously, you could be mistaken for a pornstar if the neighbours can hear you. They can, but who gives a fuck when youâre staring at your sargeâs dick?
âDoes it turn you on when I do that?â Buckyâs head dips lower, pouting condescendingly. âOr is it the thought of taking your sargeâs whole cock down your throat that got your drippinâ onto the floor?â
Bucky notes how your fingers flex at your sides before pressing flat against your soft thighs. The anticipation is clawing at you but you know better now than to take matter into your own hands, even when Bucky takes his shaft and presses the tip to your lips, his other hand holding the back of your head.
âCome on, donât get all shy on me now. Open up for me, doll. Open up for sarge.â
Itâs like heâs toying with you now so your eyebrows pinch together while you let your jaw fall open.
âItâs okay, babydoll. Just keep those sweet eyes on me, thatâs it.â
His cock slips further down your throat and by the time you figure out the catch to his sudden grace, the hand holding his cock joins the other at the back of your head and heâs snapping his hips forward.
âThere it is, keep lookinâ at me.â Bucky groans, his cock hitting the back of your throat with bruising force. âI wanna see those eyes while I fuck mâgirlâs throat.â
His words really arenât warning enough for what comes next. For stroke and stroke, Bucky ruts into your mouth like youâre his personal little fleshlight, a toy whose sole purpose is to take his cum. He pauses every now and then to give you just enough time to catch your breath before heâs forcing his cock back inside.
The firefighter rambles to himself, praises and grunts reaching your ears intermittently. After all, the sound of your gags are hard to hear past.
As the shock of Buckyâs sudden dominance passes, you lean into your new role with ease; sticking your tongue out to give him free reign, bobbing your head along with his thrusts, occasionally holding your head close to the base of his shaft for seconds at a time. Every trick you know, you use.
âArgh, just like that. Making your sa-arge feel so good, doll.â He stutters through his words when you keep swirling your tongue around him, but when he looks down again and is met with your glossy eyes looking right back at him, his cock fucking twitches. âFuck, sweets, youâre gonna make me cum!â
You moan around him, enjoying the way his brows pull closer together and his mouth curves into an âoâ when you do.
âWould you like that, doll? To taste me?â
Muffled by his sex, murmur a yes down his length, bobbing your head faster.
âOh yeah, God- youâre gonna look so damn hot swallowing my cum. Might even sh-shoot some over your pretty face, take a photo for next time iâm- fuck- on a night shift.â
The insinuation that Bucky would use that photo to jerk off at the firehouse drives you to work harder. To suck harder.
The ache in your neck begs you to ease up, but the look in Buckyâs eyes has you relaxing your throat one last time and bringing your hands up to his toned ass.
Hoping your performance will make up for disobeying him, your hands hold him closer. Buckyâs cock delves that little bit deeper down your throat and itâs enough to tip him over the edge.
âIâm gonna cum oh my fuckkkk- fuck doll, Iâm cumming. Iâm cumming ohh-â
Thick ropes of his seed race down your throat and you swallow around him, welcoming the salty taste. Realising youâve not taken a breathe since he let go, Bucky tries to pull back and let you breathe, but you dig your fingernails into his ass just enough to make him hiss: a warning that he shouldnât dare pull out.
You ignore your lungs scream for air and nurse on his cock, milking every last drop of his cum. You have no idea how you manage to stay conscious but it isnât until Buckyâs length is soft in your mouth that you pull off him.
âThere you go. Breathe, baby.â Bucky encourages, tucking your hair behind your ear as you cough and splutter for a moment. When your breath finally catches up to you, your voice is raspy and coarse.
âI promise.â
Your neighbour looks at you incredulously, his mind working overtime to figure out what it is that youâre promising until eventually, it dawns on him.
The promise that started all this. The promise not to put yourself in danger for him.
âAnd you decided that before or after I fucked that pretty mouth? Hmm?â He asks, his thumb tracing your cheek bone gently.
âBefore I was even on my kneesâŠâ
Breathing a âfuckâ beneath his breath, Bucky pounces; within seconds, youâre suspended in the air and being carried bridal style down the hallway, leaving a trails of giggles and squeals in your wake.
âLast one on the right.â You share between laughs, reading you neighbourâs mind before he even has chance to ask.
Kicking the door open, Bucky carries you to the bed and places you down gently, a far cry from the rough and heavy treatment you got in the living room. You watch in a haze as he kicks off his boots and socks before heâs back on top of you.
âIf you knew youâd promise beforehand, whyâd ya let me keep goinâ?â Bucky asks, eyes searching your own.
A knowing smile tugs at your lips and you look up at him through your lashes. âCause I wanted you to.â
Your reply takes Bucky aback, his features contorting into one of surprise before settling back into one of awe, all while his heads shakes in what you assume to be disbelief.
âAnd what do you want now?â He asks with the slightest raise of his brow, waiting in anticipation for your next move.
With a brief glance at his lips, one that sends his cock jumping, you lean up to Buckyâs ear.
âI want you to do what you promised me in that note you left this morning.â
Bucky laughs, âYou remember that, huh?â
You nod into his neck and kiss your way to the base of his throat. âBeen thinking about your promises all day, sarge. You makinâ up for ditchinâ me for workâŠâ
Latching your lips around the skin of his neck, you suck until it begins to bruise.
ââŠHow youâd fuck me in your henleyâŠâ
Your lips travel north, up the ridge of his stubble covered adamâs apple, tongue trailing a bold stripe up his skin. The sensation has Bucky tipping his head back in pleasure and groaning; hearing his reaction to you never fails to make your cunt pulse, but feeling the vibrations beneath your tongue makes your cunt throb. Settling just above the peak of his adamâs apple, you bruise the skin with your lips once more.
ââŠmaybe remake some of my dreamsâŠâ
Goosebumps rise in the wake of your touch as you tease a hand under your neighbourâs shirt, from his half buckled belt line to the muscle ridged plane between his shoulder blades.
ââŠoh and youâd love them, sarge.â You goad, teasing your tongue up to his ear. âYou always fuck me so good in them.â
âTell me about âem.â
Pulling back ever so slightly, you find Buckyâs half lidded eyes to be black, his pupils so blown wide that you wonder how on earth heâs not being blinded by the light, as dimly lit as the room is anyway.
âWell this one time, I dreamt you picked me up from work.â You hum. âYouâd just gone for one of your runs, and it was hot out, so you were only wearing your shorts.â
Bucky sits back on his heels, careful not to squash your legs, and brings his hands to the hem of his shirt. Slowly, teasingly, he draws the navy fabric higher and higher until heâs freed himself from its constraints. Your blatant ogling of his chiselled torso is cut short when he leans over you once more, tendrils of hair tumbling into your face.
âThen what?â he asks, searching your eyes as though they hold the answer.
âW-well youâd left something at the firehouse, and we had to go get it. It was somewhere in your office, but while I helped look for it, I knocked an award off the shelf and it smashed in two. You made me pay you back.â
Buckyâs brows draw closer, âWell thatâs not the type of dream I thought y-â
âWith my mouth,â you interrupt, âon your cock.â
Lip caught between his teeth, the firefighter ruts into you, and you realise just how hard heâs gotten despite cumming down your throat less than five minutes ago.
âSounds familiar.â Bucky drawls, eyes dropping to your lips. The ones he is now all too familiar with.
âHmm, well seeing as weâve already done that, why donât you ask me what happens next?â
With bated breath, Bucky asks âWhat happens next, doll?â
âWell, you didnât like that you were the only one half dressed, and you told me to take me top off.â
You watch your neighbour tug at the bottom of your top and gently slip it over your head. âBra too?â Youâre convinced you see Bucky pout when you shake your head.
âNot yet. Even with the one way glass, I got nervous that someone would see me through your office window.â
He smirks. âYou werenât nervous when you were sucking me off?â
âI wasnât the one with my dick out for the whole firehouse to see.â You scoff. âBut you wanted to prove to me that no one would see a thing.â
âHow?â
âYou texted Peter to come check youâd locked your office at the end of your shift, turned and faced the centre of the window, and stripped completely.â Reaching between your bodies, you push back Buckyâs jeans and boxers until he takes over and rids himself of them fully.
Eyeing up your neighbours body, bare just for you, you wet your lips and continue.
âAnd then you looked right at me, and starting stroking your cock.â
This time, it doesnât take your guiding hands for Bucky to wrap a hand around his hardened length and jerk himself off.
âFuck,â You murmur, âjust like that. Looks even better like this, sarge.â
Your praise earns you a searing kiss, one thatâs broken all too soon by Bucky ordering you to keep going.
âPeter walked right past the window and didnât even flinch. Fuck, you were going so fast, I was scared heâd hear you.â Bucky responds by fucking his fist faster, and boy did the sounds your mind conjured up not do a damn bit of justice for the real thing.
Chest heaving and grunts tumbling from his lips like water from a fountain, Bucky tucked his head into the crook of your neck and began licking and sucking like his life depended on it. You bring a hand to his head, needing through his hair to distract yourself from the fact the man you love is laying on top of you and jerking off.
âDonât stop.â He nips at the skin right beneath you ear in warning.
âPe-Peter left after trying the door, like we werenât even there. You pulled me in front of you and- fuck- you, um, you took my bra off and- ohhâŠâ
Bucky releases his cock and reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. He tears it off you, and, like a man possessed, wraps his swollen lips around your left nipple and suckles on it. You moan immediately, back arching into him when you feel his throbbing length against your stomach.
âJamie, please-â
âDonât care if this didnât happen in your dream, lemme suck mâdollâs tits.â
With his mouth feeling like heaven on your skin, you canât remember anything about the dream, nor do you care to try. But itâs not long before Bucky has you dreaming about something elseâŠ
âWanna taste your milk, sweets, gonna fuck a baby into you and suck on these full, pretty tits till I can drink from âem.â
Well thatâs new, you think, pussy clenching around nothing at the image of your neighbour suckling on your own breasts.
He turns to love on your other boob, mumbling incoherently into your plush skin. âYou like your sarge playing with your tits, doll?â
You mewl a yes when he looks up at you while continuing his assault.
âAtta girl.â He praises, âWhat next?â
You look down at him in bewilderment.
âIn your dream, sweets. What happens next?â
âOhâŠâ you blush at how easily heâs distracted you. âUmm, you take my bra off and turn me around and you take my jeans and panties off.â
You faintly hear a âYes Maâamâ before you being flipping onto your stomach and having your hips lifted so Bucky can tug your jeans and panties off.
âSo pretty,â Bucky swoons, âso fuckinâ pretty like this, all on show fâme. What now, sweet girl?â
You gulp, knowing what came after this, and knowing youâre finally about to get what youâve been fantasising about ever since the damn dream itself.
âYou bend me over,â He lifts you up onto your hands and knees but pushes you into the bed between you shoulder blades. âAnd you hold my hip with one hand, and r-run your cock through my- um-â
Stumbling over your words, Bucky leans forward until his lips brush the curve of your ear. âThrough your pussy lips? Hmm?â
You nod eagerly, waiting patiently for him to follow suit. It feels like hours before a hand finds your left hip, and days before you finally feel the swollen tip of his cock delving through your folds. Hiding your whimpers into the pillow, Bucky presses lovingly kisses to the back of your neck and across your shoulders.
âLike this, baby?â
Your muffled agreement brings a smirk to his lips as he continues to rut through your sex. So consumed by the moment, Bucky doesnât notice you reaching behind yourself to tug on his hair. The feeling surprises him enough that you hear a small gasp fall from his lips, and you take full advantage of him being off guard to push your hips back into his, at just the right point for his cock to slip inside your desperate hole.
âAnd then,â you pull Bucky by his hair till youâre able to look him in the eye, âyou fuck me.â You say, watching as his pleasure-struck expression morphs into one of awe; the stillness of the moment leaves nothing but your tangled breathes to be heard before your neighbourâs body catches up with his thoughts, and he finally rocks into you.
Itâs slower than youâd expected. Deep thrusts arrive inch by agonising inch, allowing the walls of your weeping cunt to memorising every vein of Buckyâs length. Mouth curved and brows pinched, the firefighter buries his face deeper into your neck, cries of your own name falling upon your ears like a prayer.
âSo fuckinâ tight for me, doll.â
âJust-â A moan tears through you as Buckyâs cock edges further inside your pussy, âjust for you, Jamie.â
âGod, you canât say shit like that, baby. I wonât last.â
Well in that caseâŠ
âSâall yours, sarge, yours to fuck wh-whenever you want.â You drawl, enjoying the way Buckyâs hips stutter mid thrust. âCockâs fillinâ me up so damn good, youâve ruined me for anyone else. Only you can make me feel this good, baby.â
Spurred on by your praise, Bucky speeds up, ramming into you faster with each stroke. The searing hot pleasure has him releasing a long train of swear words, muffled by your own skin.
âYou really want me to bust, donât you? Practically begging for your sargeâs cum like a whore.â
A fresh wave of arousal rushes around his dick and the sound of his balls slapping against your folds grows louder.
âHear that, sweets? How wet this pussy is fâme? Fuck, we sound so good together, babydoll.â Bucky grunts while fucking into you with vigour. Long gone is the slow rutting he started with, his hips now slamming into you faster than you can cope.
âI know youâre close,â Bucky murmurs, âI am too. My ballsâ havenât felt this full in my life. Gonna give you every last drop, sweets. Bet thatâs what your dirty little head imagined, isnât it?â
Words fail you and your left with nothing but whimpers to give in response, but your neighbour isnât satisfied.
âTell me, doll, youâre the one who wanted this, huh? Tell me how hard you came in your dreams when I filled you up with my cum.â
âArgh!â If your throat werenât so bruised from being a fleshlight for a certain firefighter, your exclamation may have sounded like a scream. Instead, it comes out broken, tired, and laced with a burning desire to be bred. âSquirted a-all over you, sarge, it went everywhere, I- oh fuck- Iâve never cum so h-hard in my life!â
âThatâs my perfect girl, gonna make you cum so hard you never have to dream of my cock ever again, okay? Iâll give it to you whenever my girl needs it.â
The knot in your belly is tightening just a step faster than Buckyâs balls are; youâre mere seconds away from giving him everything, but you wait for him to tell you that you can.
You peer over your shoulder to find him with his lip between his teeth, his eyes closed as he focuses solely on making you feel good. You watch in real time as he slides a hand around your waist and delve between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit faster than you ever have.
God, he knows you so well.
âJamie, please, please- oh- Iâm gonna cum. Please let me cum, sarge, please!â You cry, the strumming of your clit ready to send you over the edge.
âYou want my permission, doll?â
âYes! Yes, please, Jamie.â
âIâll let you cum,â He begins, mouth drawing closer to yours as those glassy blue eyes bear into your own, âif you tell me you love me.â
âFuck, thatâs it?â You all but scoff. âThatâs like asking me to breathe.â
Resting his forehead against yours, Bucky rocks his hips into yours and his eyelids flutter shut. âJust need to hear it, doll.â
With a single, love-soaked kiss, you tell him what he wants to hear. Not because youâre desperate to finally let go, but because itâs true.
âI love you, James.â
The next few minutes are a blur. You orgasm tears through you like a freight train and your sweet juices soak Bucky in just seconds. He, however, has buried himself so deep inside you that the cum shooting from his cock head hits your g-spot, and sends you tumbling into yet another orgasm.
Your ever tightening cunt grips onto Bucky like a vice, and it keeps him from pulling out. Not that he ever planned on it. He wasnât lying when he said heâd give you every last drop.
Hot, white seed spills out around his length and onto the sheets, enough that you wonder if he ever came inside you in the first place. But while your sexâs remain fused together, as do your foreheads; Bucky never pulled back, and neither did you, the sheer need to be closer than close keeping you from parting.
Despite your sorry attempt to stay awake, Bucky whispers sweet nothings into your ear until you still beneath him. He has no intentions of forcing you to stay awake, not when he gets the honour of watching over you, to keep a close eye on your sleeping form as you rest in his hold. Eventually, once your breathing has evened out and the rise and fall of your chest has slowed, heâll reluctantly pull himself out of your warmth and clean up any cum thatâs clung to your thighs. Heâll wipe the drying beads of sweat from your brow and run his fingers through the soft but tangled hair tumbling over your shoulders. The lamps will be switched off, clothes will be folded neatly on the dresser, front door will be locked and blankets straightened and tucked in around you.
And then heâll climb under the sheets to join his beautiful doll, the one heâd give everything for. Heâll thank the heavens you got out of that building today, but heâll thank them more for bringing you back to him. Back to his loving arms, that heâll wrap around you and pull you to his chest. Youâll snuggle into him, press a sleepy kiss to his bare chest, and drag him into your dreams with you.
a/n: ok ok ok iâm sorry it took like a year to get this done. most of it has been written for months, but i just couldnât figure out how i wanted it to go when bucky turned up at her doorstep. i hope you liked it, i also hope itâs not too horny (but letâs be real, itâs a smut fest). letâs see if i actually get on with any other projects đ€
18+ Want me some "we can't make a sound" sexy times. I'm talking Bucky's large hand slapped right over your mouth, muffling those screams while his cock slams into you extra hard. He knows neither of you can get caught and he's making harder than it has to be for both of you. It's no better for him either, he wants to run his mouth telling you how tight you are, how badly he wants to empty his full, heavy sack until it drips onto the floor. His cock is pushed in as far as it would go as he takes you apart in a tiny closet, your dress hiked up to your hips, his hips grinding into you because there really isn't enough space. His pink, spongy head is ramming against that spot that makes you squirt each time he thrusts forward and he no longer cares that his pants are getting wet because of you. He's so deep in there, his eyes rolling back at the way you're gripping onto him, your tears flowing down your cheeks, over his hand. Your silenced whines get more desperate, you feel his cock get harder, he's not going to last much longer. This is all about him anyway, he couldn't deal seeing you look that good all night, he had to calm himself down somehow. He can feel himself about to explode, biting down onto your neck to stop himself from sounding like a complete desperate slut. It doesn't really do much because he still makes a muffled sob as he keeps his face buried into the crook of your neck as he starts to cum. And cum. And fuckng cum until you can hear the drips splatter onto the floor. When he finally pulls out, you giggle looking at his soaked, creamy looking, still semi hard cock, still aching with need. He pouts, reluctatly tucking himself back in, he'll behave for about 15 minutes before he drags you in there again.
Hi!!!! I love your work and talent, you are so amazing!đ I was wondering if you could do a light angst fic. Like bucky is a player who is just running through women, and the avenger reader has a big crush on him . She has to watch him string girls through the tower all the time and it makes her sad. Bucky's type is dark,red lip, baddie but reader is the mom of the friend group and wears pink and is super sweet and a little awkward, she is also a mutant who has like earth powers. So whenever she's happy or laughing flowers will bloom in her hair. She's so cute. Kinda like the trope: she fell first but he fell harder. And like bucky realizes that he's madly in love with our sweet baby angel reader. And the FLUFF!! đđđ
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Yes. Yesyesyes. I hope you're all ready cause I sat with this piece for weeks. Jealously, Misunderstandings, love sick Bucky, idiots in love, SO MUCH ANGST AND FLUFF . Protective best friend Steve and dash of smut cause I can't help myself, its so sweet and soft and I love these two, put myself in my feelings with their spicy and sweet loving.
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"See you later Sargent" A gorgeous woman walked by the kitchen on her way out or the tower, winking over her shoulder and blowing a kiss to the soldier who smirked at her in response. Her lipstick hadn't budged even after a night of who knows what with Bucky, her perfectly curved hips swaying along with the click of her heels.
You were busy with making breakfast, dustings of flour covering your nose and cheeks, still in your baby pink pj's, looking the total opposite of the gorgeous girl Bucky spent the night with.
"Damn Barnes" Tony whistled after the she had left, clapping a hand on his shoulder, "Where do you find em'-Ow!" Tony yelped when Nat gave his ear a flick, cocking her eyebrow up in amusement.
"I'll let Pepper know you're curious-
"Nope. No. I was just admiring Terminators taste" Tony threw his hands up, swiping a hot pancake from the stack you were plating making you giggle, tiny daisies blooming around your hair "These are delicious Petal. I'll never get tired of seeing that" Tony smiled, looking at the fresh little flowers that reflected your mood, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before returning to the lab.
"Sure, admiring taste" Nat snorted while Bucky snickered, taking a seat at the kitchen island; his fluffy hair still messy from bed. You set down a plate in front of him, adding butter and some fresh strawberries on the side just the way he liked.
"Here you go Sargent" You smiled softly before getting started on cutting up more fruit for Steve and Sam who would be returning from their run soon.
"These are amazing" Bucky hummed, reaching for more; he'd never get tired of your cooking. You tried to bite back a smile while vines of baby pink roses weaved their way through your hair, matching the fuzzy feeling the soldier made you feel. The flowers were not missed by Bucky who watched you continue to flit about the kitchen like a little garden fairy, making sure everyone would have something for breakfast. He couldn't help but chuckle at the way you crawled up onto the counters like a cat to reach the highest shelves, a few knotty tendrils sneaking their way through your hair indicating your frustrations when you nearly dropped a cup.
"Do you have different flowers for different moods?" Bucky continued to watch you while you slinked off the counter, starting on a smoothie.
"Sort of? Yeah I guess" You thought to yourself, noting you'd often have yellow ones when you'd laugh, or purple ones when you were excited. You only ever got pink ones around Bucky; the only person to make you feel warm and shy and soft. You were caught off guard the first time you saw the tiny pink buds in your hair the same day you met him when you joined the team. No one else seemed to notice, too busy admiring the fact that gorgeous petals decorated your hair.
Everyone except Bucky.
The soldier was trained to notice everything.
He'd seen every type of flower adorn your hair but these ones were just around him.
"What do the little pink roses mean you're feeling?" Bucky asked, cocking his head when you looked at him like a deer in headlights.
Shit.
"It-I-happy! It means I'm happy" You stuttered out unconvincingly while Bucky hummed, cleaning off his plate before heading down to the gym, taking one last glance over his shoulder before rounding the corner.
Those tiny pink roses suited you perfectly; the human embodiment of a little fairy.
Ever since you'd joined the team, they were blessed with a full breakfast almost every morning, sometimes even dinner. Outside of your role as an Avenger, you took on a nurturing role within the team and of course that was just who you were, being so in tune with nature and naturally caring for those around you. Still, it was evident you went above and beyond just instinct when it came to taking care of others; you were very much the mom of the group. Initially Bucky found it confusing, wondering why you were so nice to everyone, always checking on their needs and being prepared for just about anything. He was so used to functioning on his own, he found it jarring when you were looking out for him too; didn't you know who he was? Why were you being nice to him?
He didn't even have it in him to give you the cold shoulder like he did with everyone else. What kind of person would he be if he was rude to the sweetest person he'd ever met. You were just so precious and sweet and you always smelled like fresh flowers and sunshine, he would've basked under your light for hours on end if you let him-
Bucky shook his head, breaking away from the train of thoughts he was having about you yet again. You didn't make sense. More specifically, him thinking of you didn't make sense. He was rough, rugged, made of muscle and metal, didn't like most people and the last time he'd been nurturing was back when he'd nurse Steve back to health more than 70 years ago.
You on the other hand were literally made of flowers, combined with soft sweetness, shy smiles and giggles. You were cute. Too cute. He had no business thinking about you, ignoring the fluttery jitter in his heart as he tossed a wink to a SHIELD agent who was training at the weights. She had joined recently, typically taking on missions which required her to go under cover in skin tight dresses and bodysuits; it was perfect for her given her tall and toned build. The woman smirked in response, biting her dark red painted lip before making her way over to him by the punching bags.
"Hey Sarge" she purred, bringing her hand up to toy with his dogtags, tugging at them suggestively, "Busy tonight?"
"We're having a movie thing" Bucky shrugged, not suggesting they had to do anything else after but if that's where the night led then-
"Hmm, I'll see you later then" She batted her lashes at him before going back to her set.
This made sense.
Casual. Sexy. Flirty.
Everything Bucky was good at and comfortable with. No feelings, no attachments. No deep, undying love he felt for a certain sweet girl on his team that he'd give his life for.
This made perfect sense.
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You were the last to make it down to movie night after spending most of the evening prepping drinks and snacks for others. Movie nights were rare and it was even more rare for everyone to be present. You made sure there was something for each member of the team, from sour candy to chocolate, chips, cookies, tiny sandwiches and an array of drinks you'd set up on the coffee table.
You stood at the edge of the living room dressed in your warm oversized sweater and mismatched fluffy socks, nervously peering around the room for an empty space; usually you'd curl up on the two seater sofa with a thick fuzzy blanket draped over you but-
Your heart sank seeing yet another beautiful girl cuddled up next to Bucky, taking up all the space on the couch. A part of you contemplated on going back to your room; the sinking feeling in your stomach worsened seeing the new agent adjust herself until she was pressed right against the soldier. Why did you have to fall for for the person who wouldn't look at you twice. You were dressed in clothes too big and soft, a stark contrast to the matching silk lounge set she was wearing, leaving no doubt over how absolutely perfect her body was.
"Hey Petal, c'mere" Steve noticed you looking for a spot, patting he seat beside him, shifting over so you could join. You smiled at the Captain, quietly shuffling through the room, hiding into the cushions as the movie started. Your heart dropped further each time you heard the girl Bucky was with giggle, slinking around his lap while he gave her his flirty smirk. There were occasional times where flowers wouldn't bloom in your hair and this was one of them.
Steve noticed your less than enthusiastic demeanor, catching you glancing over at the brunette super soldier and his friend for the night, internally rolling his eyes at what an idiot his best friend was. He threw his arm around you, pulling you in to snuggle with him, whispering his own commentary as the movie progressed, hoping to lighten your mood.
You giggled, a few yellow flowers blossoming in your hair making Steve grin. Bucky watched carefully, a new emotion flaring in his chest as he watched bright petals fall onto your lap each time you laughed. He didn't like the new feeling that started off as warm to blazing hot, what was it he was even feeling-
Irritation? Sure a bit.
Confusion? Most certainly but not quite.
Jealously.
That's what he was feeling. He wanted to be the one who caused gorgeous tendrils of flowers to bloom, the one to make you giggle and laugh, the one who got to snuggle up with you. He was envious over how lucky Steve was, getting to cuddle up with such a soft bunny, his jealously momentarily interrupted when he took a moment to look at what you were wearing.
You looked so comfy with your warm sweater, your feet nice and toasty with your favorite socks. Bucky remembered you talking to him about them once, reading socks you'd called them.
"They're super soft and warm!" you grinned, clutching them to your chest after a trip to a book store. "I've been wanting a pair for ages. I finally caved and got them, I can't wait to put them on"
Bucky remembered chuckling to himself over how excited you'd gotten over a pair of socks, a few buds of lavender poking through your hair from how relaxed and calm they made you feel.
You looked so soft to cuddle up with like a little bear he'd hold to his chest, one that would protect him and keep him warm and safe. He wished he had a spot beside him because you would've sat where you always do and it would be him with his arm around you instead of Steve. He didn't want anything else. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to create some distance between himself and the agent, her close proximity suddenly feelings much to hot. She frowned, feeling him pull back, scooting over till she was cuddled up with him again.
Great.
"Did you want me to grab you something?" Steve asked you as he reached over for some chips, popping a few into his mouth. Before you could respond, you saw the woman whisper something in Bucky's ear, winking playfully before sitting up and taking his hand, the both of them leaving the movie half way. You felt like throwing up knowing he was taking her to his bedroom though you knew you had no right to be upset. He wasn't yours and he was welcome to do as he pleased though that didn't make the pain go away.
Bucky's POV
"How about it Sarge" She moved her hand up his thigh, giving it a squeeze, not bothering to wait for the movie to finish. Bucky stared at her like a deer in headlights while she cocked her head waiting for a response. Bucky glanced over to you, his heart breaking seeing your face fall. "Bucky? Are you listening to me?"
Bucky blinked realizing he was paying attention to you, mumbling an apology before turning to the agent. He didn't know who he was fooling but it was getting embarrassing, especially when he knew Steve was glaring at him from across the room. Neither of them had to open their mouths to understand the silent conversation they were having through their eyes alone.
"You're an idiot"
"Shut up"
"You know you like her"
"I-I don't..."
"Then why do you keep glaring at me like I stole your girl punk"
"Don't worry about it"
"You better figure it out before you hurt her more"
"She likes me?"
"You're an idiot"
"Jerk"
That did it. Bucky couldn't' last another second seeing your petals fall, the flowers Steve brought all retreating away and he couldn't sworn he saw you blink back tears. He couldn't keep doing this.
"Um, yeah sure" Bucky nodded, leading the woman away, walking past the elevators and towards the compound exist instead. As soon as he'd told the new agent he just couldn't do it he ran back to the living room in hopes of finding you only to find your spot empty.
You did your best to bite down on your trembling lip but it didn't work. As soon as the first whimper slipped out, Steve hugged you softly, telling you to to go to your room. You looked at him through wet lashes, his soft blue eyes filled with understanding. You rushed straight to your room, zooming right past Bucky's hoping you wouldn't have to hear anything, curling up into a ball in your bed where you wept under the covers.
Why did you fall for him?
Bucky looked over to Steve who nodded towards the elevators that took you to your floor, the super soldier wasting no time pressing the button to the 4th floor. He was at your door as soon as the elevator dinged open, softly knocking while his stomach continued to churn.
What would you think of him.
Why didn't he just accept his feelings the second he fell in love with those pretty little pink roses?
God you probably hated him now.
Bucky nervously chewed his lip,
"Petal?" Bucky called for you, hoping you'd open the door, his his heart hammering against his chest hearing soft sniffles from the other side of the door. "Petal, can you open the door sweets?"
He heard you continue to softly cry, his body working before his mind could catch up as he let himself into your room. He hated the sight of the little ball buried under a pile of blankets, hiding away from the world with a broken heart because of him. He made his way to your bed, sitting on the edge, petting the blanket gently to let you know he was there.
"Bucky?" You shuffled some of the blanket off, surprised to see him there, what was he doing in your room? Wasn't he spending the night with the girl he'd brought? Why did he look so distraught? You sat up with concern, looking him over to see if he was hurt because why was he here with you when he should be with her?
"Did-did you need something, is everything okay?" You tried to keep you voice steady, quickly wiping away your tears and forcing a smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.
"No sweet girl, everything isn't okay" Bucky whispered, smiling at your confused pout, his hand coming up to brush some of the strands of hair that were near your forehead. He let his hand linger on your cheek, wiping away your wet cheeks with his thumb before sitting closer to you. "Why were you crying"
You averted your eyes as soon as he asked the question, staring at your lap instead, playing with your fingers. Your voice was caught in your throat, shrugging as if you didn't know the answer. Bucky was surprised with himself, equally shy to actually say anything even though he wanted to pour his heart out. With others the smooth talking, the flirting, the boyish smirks came easy.
Not with you.
Not with his little fairy.
"Y/n, please" He tilted your chin to meet his puppy like eyes, hoping you'd understand how he felt without saying anything. His innocent gaze caused your cheeks to heat up, feeling his rough calloused hands touching you so softly. You bit your lip as your hair betrayed you, pink petals starting to decorate your hair.
"What do the little pink roses mean?" He whispered with hope in his voice, his heart aching with need seeing your shy smile, "Please tell me pretty girl. I- I only see them when I'm around you"
"It-it means-" you hesitated, scared this would all come crashing and burning if you told him the truth. Maybe he was just being nice, pausing his date to check on you. Or maybe-Just maybe? "I like you"
Had he not had super hearing Bucky would've missed your near silent whisper. The blush on his cheeks matched the flowers in your hair as he reached out for you, pulling you to his chest.
"C'mere my precious little petal" Bucky cooed, scooping you in his arms. You squeaked in surprised before giggling into his chest, the sound making Bucky's heart swell. "There she is" He smiled against your hair seeing little buds blooming again, the tiny pink roses he loved so much sprouting to life.
"Don't you have a date" You asked hesitantly while Bucky shook his head, holding onto you tighter.
"You should've been my date petal, m'sorry for not telling you how I felt about you earlier. I was scared"
"Scared?" You cupped his scruffy cheek, letting your thumb stroke his beard while he nodded, leaning into your touch.
"Scared I wasn't right for you. It didn't feel right falling in love with someone so precious when you're the complete opposite of me" His confession caused stray tears to slip down your cheeks while Bucky kissed them away. "But I promise, if you'd let me have you, I'd take care of you and love you with my whole heart. I promise I'd never hurt you sweets, I've fallen so hard for you, there's no one else I'd rather be with"
You couldn't help yourself, pulling him down for a kiss, giggling at the surprised squeak he let out before groaning and melting into your sweetness.
"I'm yours Jamie"
Stop here if the fluff was enough. Cause next is their sweet love making.
I know it's not part of the ask but imagine their first night together where Bucky doesn't want to over step so he doesn't make a move. He notices you being more cuddly and shy, burrowing into him when you're in his room and that's when he sees gorgeous deep red roses blooming in your hair. He knows by now how to read your mood based on your flowers but he hadn't seen this before.
"Petal?"
"What is it Buck" You look at him with wide doe eyes, hoping he doesn't feel the the heat you feel radiating through your body. You need him. It's more than just physical; you need him as close as possible in the most intimate way because you adore him so much.
"Your hair sweet girl" He runs his fingers through your hair, stroking the velvety petals making you whine from sensitivity, immediately silencing yourself from embarrassment. "What do you need love, you can tell me"
"Need you closer" You whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck where you could breathe in his cologne and a scent that was distinctly him.
"Closer how baby, you're-" It takes a moment for the pieces to click for Bucky to figure out just how much closer you need him, moving his hands to your hips, rubbing them up and down. "oh. OH. Is that all baby? Need me extra close?"
You nodded with another whine while Bucky moved you to lay against his pillows before slowly undressing you until you were both bare with nothing separating you.
"Bucky please, just-just want you" On any other night, you'd allow him to tease and toy with your body but you needed him so badly, your body throbbing, feeling more empty than ever.
"Shhh, m'here baby, it's okay, breathe for me petal, okay?" He stroked your hair while rubbing his weeping tip through your folds gathering your slick before pressing his cockhead against your entrance, "m'right here"
You both gasped at the feeling of him pushing his length inside, his movements slow until he was buried to the hilt. Your pussy quivered trying to pull him in deeper, tears welling along your lash line as he started to move, hardly pulling out, keeping his cock deep inside you.
"Look at these pretty roses" Bucky whispered against your lips as he rocked his hips, his hands laced with yours while more flowers bloomed, your legs moving to wrap tightly around his waist.
"All-all just for you Bucky" You hiccupped with pleasure between moans feeling a different level of satisfaction with him inside you. You finally felt complete as he moved faster, clinging onto him so you'd feel his full body weight lay on you. "More-I-I need more"
You'd never felt like this before, your powers starting to manifest throughout the room as you grew closer and closer to your orgasm. Dark green stems crawled up the bed posts as he fucked you harder, your gorgeous floral scent sending Bucky into over drive. He was the only one who'd make you feel like this, the only person to ever get to see those dark red petals strewn across his bed.
There was something so intimate knowing no one else would ever get to see you like this, no one else would smell how sweet you were when he drove you mad with pleasure.
All the dark red roses full of love and lust just for him.
"I'll give you more pretty girl" Bucky growled, his own high licking down his spine feeling your pussy tighten around him, begging for him to keep going.
"Don't-please don't stop" you begged, clawing at his back, "I-I'm gonna-"
"Cum baby, cum for me petal, give it to me" He pleaded right back, sweat beading at his forehead, his pace growing sloppy. Your back arched off the bed as he reached to rub your sensitive bud sending your nerves into over drive. "OH BUCKY"
As soon as he felt your pussy clamp around his cock as you cried out in pleasure Bucky moaned loudly, tucking his face into your neck as he spilled into you.
"Take it love, t-take it" He stuttered, trembling as the last of his orgasm dribbled into you. He watched in awe as the deep red petals that previously covered the room disappeared into thin hair, his classic favorite little pink roses decorating your hair once more. Bucky pulled the sheets over you both, holding you to his chest while kissing your forehead at you closed your eyes.
You smiled down at your sleeping boyfriend, playing with his hair as he softly snored, his metal arm tucked under his head. His body was littered in scratches and little bruises from the night before; you'd marked him up just the way he liked. Well, most of his body. You'd woken up before him this time, your eyes trailing down, smirking at his semi hard cock pushing against his boxers.
You pulled away from him, careful not to wake him up, your hand just ghosting over his boner, a low grown slipping past his lips. You tugged his boxers down before happily lying down between his legs, his impressive length growing harder against his abs without you even touching him.
You could feel yourself getting wetter having his perfect cock and balls right in front of your face, his beautiful relaxed sleeping form, just waiting for you to take what you needed. His inner thighs were perfect, a blank canvas for you to play with.
You nipped his sensitive flesh, making him stir, a devilish smirk flashing across your face before you sucked a bruise onto his skin. He whimpered in his sleep, his legs squirming slightly before relaxing again. You nipped and sucked his inner thighs until you left perfect little bruises on his skin, still careful not to wake him.
You licked a careful stripe from his balls to the base of his cock before taking them both in your mouth and sucking them. You moaned at the way they felt in your mouth, his perfect taste coating your tongue already. Another whine slipped past Bucky's lips, his head lulling to the side while his hands started to fist the sheets.
You trailed gentle kisses from the base of his cock to the tip, before wrapping your lips around his sensitive head. You grasped him firmly, swirling your tongue around while his face contorted in pleasure, his brows furrowed. You could tell he wouldn't stay asleep for much longer, his hips thrusting up to chase more of your mouth the deeper you sucked him.
As soon as you let the tip touch the back of your throat, your nose pressed flush against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock, he moaned, his eyes cracking open to see your mouth nice and full.
"Fuck...."
You moaned, looking up at him while you continued your ministrations, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth while you focused your lips and tongue on his leaking tip.
"Oh god Angel, you look gorgeous" Bucky groaned, his voice deep and laced with sleep, "Prettiest fucking angel I've ever seen" His forced his eyes to stay open, his hands coming down to hold your head in place.
He rolled his hips upwards to fuck your mouth, his head thrown back onto his pillow, relishing in the feeling of your soft warm wet lips.
"Fuck babygirl, your so perfect, m'so lucky-shit "
You could feel his cock harden and throb, his arousal dripping onto your tongue, he was so fucking close.
"Gonna cum angel, m'gonna fill that pretty mouth, gonna cum, oh FUCK"
You moaned around his cock, stroking him faster as he let out a deep strained groan, his hips lifting off the bed as he came in your mouth, twitching and spilling ropes of his warmth down your throat.
You pulled off him, swallowing every drop before crawling back up and pressing your messy lips against him.
"Good morning soldier"
You squeaked, as he yanked you up and flipped you so you were under him, his body shuffling down until he was face to face with your soaked pussy.
You know who'd talk you through it? Bucky. Bucky would talk you through it. I'm feral therefore this is feral. I always say I'm sorry after writing shit like this but this time I'm genuinely sorry, lost sight of the plot.
18+ af, minors dni
I'm gonna finish a wip, I swear, but just imagine for a moment, Bucky being intimate with the most soft shy little bunny ever and learning what she likes based on all the pretty moans and squeals he can pull out of her. He gauges what she's into based on how fucking soaked his balls get from the way she drips on him. Her pussy gets so tight around his dick and he knows whatever he's doing is working because she
She was too scared to tell him anything about what she liked so there was a lot of experimenting in the start. He took it soft and slow at first, basking in how warm her body felt against his, relishing in those quiet sighs she makes when he rolls his hips. For a while he thinks that's as vocal as she gets until a slightly harder thrust of his cock makes her squeak, her cunt clenching around him. His eyes widen at this new found discovery, thrusting harder and harder each time, that squeak turning into a slutty moan.
So she can get louder...
It's become a game for him, talking you through every single orgasm he pulls from you, growing more and more feral over how vocal you are when he does something new.
"Mmph, fuck yeah, that's it baby, moan f'me" He coos as he fucks his fingers in you faster while kneeling in front of you, his own knees keeping yours apart. He's truly playing with your body to his own delight having you naked, legs spread far apart with your pussy on display for him. He loves fingering you because he gets to look at your entire body whither beneath him. Little does he know how crazy it makes you because while he towers over you, eyes raking over your pleasure consumed form, you're admiring him right back. His thick pink cock is so full and hard standing achingly tall. His balls look deliciously heavy and you love the way he uses his knees to keep you spread because he ends up showing off even more of his sac and you are rightfully obsessed.
Your clit makes him drool. It's so perfectly sensitive and he's perfected licking, rubbing and sucking it till your gushing on his face and pulling his hair.
"Y'like that huh baby" He whispers to himself when he rubs faster and you start to claw at his arms, your back arching off the bed, moans growing louder. He watches your reaction like a predator watching it's prey waiting for the perfect moment to let you fall.
"Y-ess" You manage to cry out but Bucky thinks you can do better.
"Y'know what m'gonna do now bunny?" He knows you can't answer but based on the way your clit is throbbing against his fingers your attention is 100% on him. You loved his dirty talking and he's going to keep going until the sheets need to be changed. "M'gonna lick and suck on that pretty little clit of yours, you like that, don't you?"
You frantically nod and he lets out a breathy chuckle, his own cock getting wet at the thought of tasting you.
"Lookit what you do to me" He pulls his hand away making you look down so you can see him squeeze his cockhead, smearing his arousal onto your swollen bud, tears falling from your cheeks from how erotic and dirty he was. He rubs his tip all over not bothering to muffle his own whines and whimpers, "M'so fuckin' sensitive here baby" He'd never miss a chance to edge you both, your most sensitive parts rubbing against each other until he's done teasing. "See how wet you make me bunny? You're not the only one who gets soaked baby, shit you make me so wet"
You can see clear sticky webs clinging from his cockhead to your clit as he continues to tap and rut himself against you, "Don't worry baby, I'll clean up the mess I make"
He goes down between your legs, starting off with tentative licks like a kitten. That's before he lets those pouty lips of his seal around you, suckling with needy gurgles as if he were drinking milk. He groans at the taste of his own precum he marked you with, your taste combined with his makes him nearly cum.
"O-OOH-" The squirm of your legs are held still by his arms. He doesn't know how anyone other than you can look so adorably sweet and slutty at the same time with your eyes rolling back, jaw slack, sinful sounds filling the room, your white cream making a mess on the sheets. His dick is dripping and while he'd love for you to finish on his face, he knows that's not your favourite way to cum.
No.
Your loudest moans are when your filled with his cock while he plays with your clit with his lips by your ear.
Favourite position? You're not picky but he knows the ones you love the most. Your pussy gets so tight when he puts you in the sluttiest ones.
"Good girl, good fuckin' girl" He whispers tugging your earlobe between his teeth while maintaining a brutal pace, the sweat slicking his chest hot against your back. You're kneeling while he fucks you from behind, holding your body up, one hand wrapped around your throat while the other holds your hip. He wasn't sure how you'd feel about being choked until you squirted on him the first time he did it. "You love my fat cock don't you bunny, slut for big dick-" He brings his hand down to slap your clit making you sob, your wetness squirting onto the sheets, body limp in his hold, "Baby, you're soaking my balls, should make you suck them clean"
You moan louder.
Bucky smirks.
He's going to keep going.
"You like that don't you, you wanna lick my balls clean angel? Empty them first and then get down and suck 'em. Suck my cock, drink up all the cum that's still dripping after I cum in you"
That's all it takes. You're cumming without warning but Bucky's gonna make your orgasm last minutes if possible, his dirty talking getting filthier with each clench of your pussy.
"M'gonna be all sensitive for you angel, y' know how hard m'gonna cum for you? Gonna keep on cumming until I'm all empty"
"You're such a slut huh, you'd suck my cock even if it was soft-oh shhit baby-you like that too? You like me turning soft for you? You want daddy to get subby for you baby, hm?"
"I-I-Oh god James!!!" You whine and desperately try to fuck yourself back on him to prolong how good he's making you feel, all these feral thoughts too much-He reaches to pinch your clit, now rolling it between his fingers and you nearly pass out-
At this point anything he says doesn't matter. Maybe it happens. Maybe it doesn't. He just says anything and everything that clouds both your fantasies that make you sob and sob from overstimulation.
"I can be subby for you bunny, y'know that. Tell daddy what you want, you can have anything y'want"
"Love when you lick my balls, clean my cock. Shit, y'know I'd let you touch me anywhere baby"
The very thought of what that entails sends you into a second orgasm.
"s'that it? You wanna taste daddy, bunny? Touch me where no one else has? Hm? Just my bunny putting her cute little tongue on my-
"FUUCCCKKKKKKK" You fall forward and love being smothered by him, lying flat on your tummy while he mounts you from behind letting his full body collapse on you.
"So little under me, no where to run, you make me wanna breed you when you're like this baby, wanna give you all of my cum.
"Bucky-Buckyy!" Your muffled screams and taut body have him pounding you harder, your orgasm squeezing cum out of his body even though he want's to hold it. You make it impossible He's still gonna talk you through it all while falling himself.
"I know, I know baby, feels good-s'good-oh God you're milking my cock bunny-fuckk" His hips stutter to a grind, "Shit I can't st-top, God y/n please-want it-need you" He's babbling at this point, the both of you utterly gone, floating in bliss. He's going to clean and take good good care of you, making a mental note of what he did to get you scream this time. He smirks to himself with his new information, next time he'd be more than happy to see you lose yourself while you play with and lick his-
18+ Minors dni Enemies to lovers with some massage therapist Bucky. Breeding kinnk, aftercare, Bucky is a secret softie, all that.
Imagine Rival Biker Bucky x f reader. A smutty, slutty little concept while I add the finishing touches to another fic, just getting this out of my system first. I just love the idea of a sexy, bad boy Bucky getting his hands on the one girl who won't give him a second glance because she's too good for him and they're from opposite worlds. Since childhood. Now he's a biker. Covered in black ink. He works in an auto shop. Owns the bar that brings in chaos. He's smoke, whiskey and leather.
She, however, is soft, pretty, smart and does not have the time to entertain someone like him. She has her degree. Working on a second. She has a career. She does not associate with the likes of him, not as the police chiefs daughter. She'll be damned if she has to even breathe the same air, especially when his gang is the cause for half the problems in the town that her father has been trying to get rid of.
Now, imagine that hours of working on her notes and papers leave her with unbearable knots and kninks in her back. She doesn't want to take a break but the pain only gets worse as the week goes by. It doesn't take long for her to shoot her regular massage therapist a message to book the very first available appointment.
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You unclasped your bra, folding and setting it off to the side while waiting for Wanda in the warmly lit room. You could have sworn she was a witch with the way she made pain disappear; sheâd also become a good friend after your many visits.
The knock at the door interrupted you as you slid your shorts off, leaving you in your panties, not rushing to jump onto the table considering it was just Wanda anyway.
âCome in!â You smiled, making your way to the massage bed as the door clicked open- âOh my God!!â You nearly shrieked seeing Bucky walk in, a shit eating from spreading across his face as you scrambled to grab the tiny towel to cover yourself though it was a futile attempt. âWhat the hell are you doing here?!â
"You have an appointment, don't you?" He quirked an eyebrow as if it was clear as day why he was there.
"Yeah, with Wanda, why are you here, did you get lost on the way to jail?" Your face scrunched in a mix of confusion and disgust ignoring the roll of his eyes while you snatched your shirt to better cover up.
"Well Wanda couldn't make it in but she sent me" He said with a shrug, sighing when he saw your less than impressed face, "Don't flatter yourself, I'm just training under her as part of my physiotherapy internship"
"I'm sorry, you're trying to tell me you of all people are learning how to give massages? Please"
"Physiotherapy" Bucky corrected, "You're not the only one who has a degree, princess" Bucky watched as you groaned realizing you hadn't put your bra on, opting to stuff it in your bag instead of putting it back on in front of him.
"You are NOT laying a finger on me-ow!" You hissed, feeling the knot in your back tug at the rest of your muscles.
"You're not gonna be able to do a whole lot with that much pain" Bucky smirked, only half joking. He wasn't wrong. The pain was worse than before and you needed this an you really didn't have the time to reschedule.
"Fine" You mumbled, turning away from him so you could take your shirt off again, glaring at him when you noticed he hadn't turned away. "Could you at least give me some privacy instead of lurking in the corner like a pervert"
"Whatever you want, princess" He bit his lip as he faced the wall, hearing your feet pad across the tile to lay down on the massage table.
"Alright" You huffed after covering your lower body with the towel, now laying face down, immediately second guessing yourself as he walked over.
"Let me know if anything's uncomfortable or if you want me to stop" His voice was no longer snarky; in fact he sounded professional. "Where do you feel the most tension?"
"Um-shoulders and-lower back" You mumbled out the last bit, he was going to massage you there anyway so there so no pointed hiding it. You tensed at the feeling of his oiled fingers starting to work at your muscles, he had no right to be that good. At all.
âShitâ you hissed trying to keep your voice down, ignoring the clench of your stomach feeling his rough fingers press down on the areas that were tight. Little did you know Bucky was struggling far more than you were.
It went against every bit of professionalism he had. Every moan you tried to silence went right to his cock, his hands making their way lower before trailing up again. Fuck, you sounded so pretty...
"Better stop making those sounds"
"Or what" You challenged back before you could even stop yourself.
"Princess..."
"Your attitude is what needs fixing" Bucky growled, professionalism be damned, "fuck this"
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You have no idea how you ended up here. It didn't matter though, not when there wasn't a single cohesive thought in your brain as you wailed letting Bucky absolutely rail you. Your back didn't feel an ounce of pain as he took you on all fours, pulling your hips to slam back against him, gripping your ass with enough strength to leave you sore.
"Feel better now huh baby, not trying to stay quiet anymore, are ya" He let out a low chuckle which melted into a groan feeling you tighten on his dick, "Such a good little princess like you letting me put my dick in you, dirty girl"
You hate to admit it but the clench of your cunt betrays how much you love this. It was so wrong. You had no business fucking someone like him and yet where you were letting his precum paint all over the inside of your walls.
"What would your daddy say princess, if he knew where you were right now, what you were doin'? Thinking you're studying when you're actually all pretty and naked, letting me rub that gorgeous body up and down, bet you'd let me put my cum in you too, huh? Bet your dad would love that, his perfect little girl all knocked up with some bikers baby"
You could have said no, stayed silence, just about anything but nope. You screamed feeling his fingers reach around the massage your clit, your orgasm wasting no time hurling towards you.
"Ja-Ja-JAMESSS"
"MMMPHH I love the sound of that baby, could get used to hearing you sayin' my name, say it again princess, say my name with my cock in you, c'mon, that's it"
"Fuck-James-I-James" You were a mess and loving every bit of it, tears starting to flow down your cheeks, all the pent up stress you were feeling finally releasing. You felt your throat tighten, a sob escaping your lips as you let go, your arousal making a creamy mess on the dark curly hair on the base of his cock.
"God, you're milkin me, you want my cum that bad huh baby, want a little biker baby in that tummy of yours, I'll give it to you, give you so much I might even put twins in there-FUCKK"
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"Shhhh" Bucky cooed, wrapping you up in a fluffy towel while cuddling up your limp body, wiping away any remnants of tears while you stayed floating in a subby, post sex haze. "I got you, you did so good princess" You only manage to let out a weak whimper, giving into his warm, thick arms that rock you.
"You alright angel?"
"Mph" you mumble against his chest and he reaches over for a glass of water that's nearby, bringing it up for you to take a sip. You're surprised at how sweet he's being, drinking up before snuggling into him again. Damn him for being so warm and comfy.
"Y'know, there might be a little Bucky in there" He whispers with a playful smirk in his voice, fingers tickling your lower belly, chuckling when you narrow your eyes at him.
"You wish" You sass back, ignoring the butterflies you feel.
"I do" He admits, biting his lip, his previous cocky demeanor replaced with a shy one, though he tries to mask it. Poorly. His cheeks are pinker than the time you threw paint on him for pulling your pigtails. When you were both 4. "I'd want Bucky jr. to have your brains though"
Imagine that incident sets off a very interesting chain of events. A confession of feelings. You both couldn't be happier, meanwhile your father is grumbling about how he knew this fuckin' day would come, God damn it.
"I never liked that boy" He struggles to keep a scowl on his face watching you giggle like you were 4 again, running to the door as soon as you hear the rumble of his bike.
"Shut up, you love him" Your mom chides, watching Bucky swoop you up for a loving kiss, heading you a bouquet of yellow flowers as he always does.
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"I still don't like 'em" Your dad says while you roll your eyes, your arm linked with his as he walks you down the aisle.
"Is that why all the files you had to build a case against him all suddenly went missing?" You tease and your dad shugs.
Perhaps Iâm a menace for this but imagine chubby baker bucky who is an even bigger menace and I think this should be deleted.
âWhatâs wrong cupcakeâ he cooed, feeding you another bite of his profiteroles, âI thought these were your favourite, youâre making a mess sugarâ
You choked a sob, moaning when he slowly dragged his cock back out, just to slam it into you again, his thick body littered with red lines from where you clawed at him. All the clothes in the floor were dusted with cocoa and icing sugar, while he kept going right on his work space with your legs wrapped around his waist, his large frame holding you up right.
âItâs-s-so goodâ
âJust so good? You want my cream instead doll, is that it? Daddy didnât fill his princess enough? All you had to do was ask pretty girlâ
âGot so much for ya baby, seeâ he gently cupped the back of your head to look at where you were both connected, a complete creamy white debauched mess covering his cock and your thighs. âCock is so swollen baby, thereâs so much cum for you, might be able to stuff all of you, you want thatâ
Your broken cries and moans made him more feral, desperate to cover you in his cum, his load always big enough to soak you.
âI know your hungry baby girl, my princess is always so hungry for cream and milkâ his eyes flicked down to the sensitive bundle of nerves that throbbed between your legs, his favourite thing to have his mouth on, âAwww baby girl, itâs so swollenâ Bucky cooed, bringing his calloused thumb to swipe over your clit making jolt.
âDaddy!â
âWhat is it Bubâ he feigned innocence, rubbing faster, not giving you a chance to gather yourself, your orgasm ripping through without warning.
âFUCK DADDY!â
He started to fuck you harder, his own climax warming his body, his cock swelling, balls heavy and full.
âYou want your milk now baby?â he licked up your neck, humming at the sugar that had fallen onto your collar bone, pulling his cock out while you dumbly nodded and whimpered.
âGo a head princess, nurse off my cock, make daddy feel betterâ he pulled you off the counter and down into your knees, shoving his length into your needy mouth. Your eyes rolled back at his taste, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue, desperate to taste every drop he was ready to give you.
âSo greedy, thatâs all you needed, huh? My baby wanted her bottle so bad? Drink up, câmon, my good girl feeding off daddy so wellâ
You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making his balls twitch.
âSâthat it? You wanted your bottle baby, you got all needy and pouty because you were hungry for something else? My dumb little princess, nursing so goodâ
âIâll feed yaâ so well baby, thereâs so much for you, donât worryâ he took your hand, cupping them over his heavy sac, groaning at the gentle squeeze you gave.
His massive framed loomed over you, almost godlike, long dark hair with messy tendrils around his face, unforgiving strength holding your head down while your nails dug into his burly thighs. His head was thrown back, deep moans growling louder, body tensing.
âYouâre gonna make me cum baby, Mâgonna fill that little mouth right up-OH FUCKKKâ he stilled, his cock throbbing, his warmth spilling right down your throat.
You lapped up the streams that continued to pour, a few landing on your tummy and breasts, a pretty picture for him to think of later when he had his hand between his legs.
You took one of the vanilla macarons near by, swiping it along your body, collecting his silky streams before popping it in my mouth, making Bucky growl, his semi hard cock twitching again.
âTastes good daddyâ your eyes rolled back, plucking another and doing the same till you were all cleaned up. âWan moreâ
You pouted while Bucky smirked, shoving his cock back in your mouth, gently thrusting.
âWhatever my baby wants, this time mâfill that tight little holeâ
