Summary: While on vacation to forget about your ex, you run into a handsome Bucky Barnes at a bar. The two of you have a much-needed one night stand, and after you return from your vacation and having lost all contact with him, you discover you're pregnant.
What to expect: Smut
Author's note: Please let me know if you guys would like this to become a series!
“Tryin’ to forget your problems too, huh?” a man’s voice spoke from beside you. You turned your head to see a handsome man with shoulder-length brunette hair, bright blue eyes, and the perfect amount of scruff on his face. He wore a red Henley with a black and brown jacket over it, black leather gloves, and a black baseball cap – dark blue jeans and black boots to match.
“Somethin’ like that” you chuckled – the blood rushing to your face as you started to blush. It didn’t slip past the man, and he responded with a chuckle of his own. “How ‘bout you?”
“Ah,” he smacked his lips, “my problems can’t be forgotten so easily.” You felt him eyeing you up and down. “I’m Bucky,” he smiled. You introduce yourself to the handsome man and finished off the drink you had been sipping. “Next round’s on me.” You smiled and agreed to let him buy the next round of drinks. “So, what’re you hiding from?”
You chuckled and looked down. “Uh…my ex.”
“Yeah?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”
“Well,” you began – throwing back a shot of vodka, “he uh, well…he could never satisfy me, said it was my fault, then I found out he was going behind my back and screwing the whole city.”
He looked at you in shock and chuckled incredulously. “Your fault?” He exhaled and smirked at you. “Must’ve been blind then.”
You chuckled, and the two of you sat at the bar talking and getting to know each other. The more he spoke, the more the sound of his voice lit a fire in your core – making you want to try to take this further.
“What do ya say we uh…get out of here?” His voice was low – his eyes full of mischief and lust.
“I’d say lead the way,” you bit your lip.
As if there was a fire, Bucky led you to his apartment. “Sorry it’s a little…undecorated,” he chuckled nervously as he opened the door and stepping inside with you. “I haven’t really had time to –”
Before he could finish, your lips were on his – pushing him against the door and closing it. Smirking against your lips, his had reached back and locked the door before leading you over to the mattress he slept on. It wasn’t plush or fancy, but you didn’t care. At that moment, you just needed him to put out the burning fire he’d started in your core. He hovered over you – sliding your shirt off and then your bra – his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, and he sucked on it – your back arching at the wave of pleasure.
“Off,” you demanded through heavy breaths – pulling at his jacket and shirt. He helped you take his shirt off, and you placed kisses on his chest – your hands reaching down to his jeans. You cupped his bulge and giggled at the sound that fell from his lips.
“Gonna fuck you,” he growled – taking your pants and panties off in one motion. “Nice and good.”
“Please,” you moaned – taking his pants and boxers off before wrapping your hand around his cock. “Fuck, you’re huge,” you growled in his ear.
“Yeah?” he panted – sliding his fingers in between your soaking wet folds. “Seems this pussy wants my huge cock.” He took his fingers from you and licked them clean – moaning at the taste of you. “Can I have a taste?” You nodded breathlessly – unable to speak coherently. Immediately, his face was in between your thighs – his tongue licking up your arousal as it dripped from you. One hand gripped his hair – holding you close to your cunt and keeping the pressure and the other played with your nipples. Each moan his mouth made against your clit brought you closer to bliss, and when he added two of his metal fingers, you gasped in ecstasy.
“Fuck!” you screamed – your hips bucking against him. However, instead of letting your coil snap, he slammed himself into your warm and wet pussy. You gasped – letting out a silent scream as the force of his thrust was enough to give you your first orgasm.
“So warm,” he grunted – moving in and out at a brutal pace. “So tight.” Your head was thrown back in ecstasy – giving him full access to your neck and chest. You moaned as he moved and sucked hickeys on your breasts – furiously pounding your pussy. “Gonna ruin you for any other man,” he panted. “Gonna have this pussy red and raw…you’ll be feelin’ me for days.”
“Please…,” you begged pathetically – sounding like a child begging for candy. “Bucky…please.”
His thumb found its way to your clit – rubbing the throbbing nub – enough to push you over the edge. Your walls clenched him hard.
“Fuck yes, baby,” Bucky groaned – his thrusts becoming sloppy and his body beginning to shake, and you screamed – letting him fuck you through your orgasm. Your legs tried to close on either side of him – your body shaking and bucking underneath him. “Oh no you don’t,” he warned – grabbing your legs, pulling them apart, and pushing them towards your chest – his hands on the back of your thighs. Somehow, this allowed him to hit a deeper spot – pulling another scream of ecstasy and wave of pleasure through your body. Your fingers clawed at his chest as he exploded inside of you – his warm cum coating your walls – the bulge of the tip of his cock showing in your lower stomach. He screamed and moaned into your neck as he filled you to the brim. You felt each rope hit your insides – you didn’t know a man could come so much or that your body could hold all that he was giving you. When he softened, he pulled out of you and let his arousal leak out of you – falling next to you on the mattress as the two of you caught your breath.
You had returned from your vacation in Bucharest two months ago, and you began to feel that something was off. You were getting sick – headaches, vomiting, lack of appetite, and fatigue. Thinking that you may have the flu, you took yourself in for a checkup. When filling out the paperwork, you hesitantly circled the yes option for the “have you been sexually active in the past three months?” question. Once you finished, you turned in the clipboard and waited patiently. After scrolling on your phone for about ten minutes, your name was called, and you went back to meet with the nurse. You sat down in a chair as the nurse looked over your paperwork.
“Since you’ve been sexually active recently, we’re going to do a pregnancy test,” she informed you. “Is that okay?”
“That’s fine,” you nodded.
You watched as the nurse took out a pregnancy test and handed it to you. She told you where the bathroom was. Without a worry, you went into the bathroom and took the test. After all, you were on birth control when you and Bucky had hooked up two months ago. There was no possibility you could be pregnant. When you finished, you came back into the room and handed it to the nurse.
“If it’s positive, would you like a blood test to be done?” the nurse asked. “It’ll tell us how far along you are.”
You nodded. “If I am, yes, but I’ve been on birth control for years.”
A few tense minutes went by before the nurse looked at the test. “Well,” she began – turning the test over to you, “you are pregnant.” Your eyes widened at the result of the test.
“H-How?” you asked – your expression clearly shocked at learning that you were currently carrying the baby of a man you had a one night stand with.
“Birth control isn’t always affective,” she told you as she grabbed for the blood test kit. You held your arm out and let her prick your finger for a drop of blood. “There are options for you though.”
You nodded as she let go of your hand. “It was just a one night stand,” you whispered. “I don’t even know his last name.” Tears began to well up in your eyes. “I-I thought that with birth control, I couldn’t…,”
“I’ve seen it happen before,” she admitted. “It’s extremely rare, but it has happened.” The nurse looked at the second test. “It looks like you’re a little over two months along…when was this one night stand? Maybe we could give you some resources to help find the father.”
“A little over two months ago,” you quietly admitted. “All I know is his first name and that he speaks Romanian and English.” The nurse nodded – her expression soft and understanding.
“If you would like for us to upload the DNA of the baby prebirth, we can,” she informed you. “If his DNA is in the system, it’ll help find him.”
You nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Okay,” she agreed. “I’m going to have you lie down on the bed so that we can get an ultrasound tech in here.”
You did as told and waited for the tech to come in. A few minutes later, the tech came into the room and greeted you with a smile. The gel he put on your belly was cold – causing you to shiver. Grabbing the transducer probe, the tech began rubbing the gel over your lower stomach. Watching the image on the screen with him, you gasped when you saw the tiny bean.
“Congratulations,” he smiled – printing out a photo of the fetus with an arrow pointed to it that was labeled baby.
“Push, push, push,” the doctor encouraged you – the pain of delivery bringing you to tears. You screamed out – gripping the sides of the bed as hard as you could. “You’re doing amazing,” he praised. “You’re almost there.”
Your breaths were heavy, and you wanted nothing more than for your baby to be here and out of you. You were terrified at the fact that you would be a single parent, but you were determined to give your little one the best life possible. After what seemed like an eternity, you finally felt the pressure give, and the sound of a crying baby filled the room.
“It’s a boy!” one of the nurses announced. You fell back in tears as the nurses placed your newborn on your chest. You held him close and rubbed his back – letting him grip onto your finger.
I've been thinking of a way to combine my love for Loki, Bucky, and Steve, so, what I've decided to do is make a side blog where each of them will have their own sections. For any active series on this blog or @buckyfantaies, they will continue to be updated here. Anything NEW, however, (one-shots or new series) will be posted on my new side blog @avengersfantasies
So, I have my main blog for Loki stuff (obviously) and I have a side blog for Bucky stuff (@buckyfantaies), but would anyone want to read any Steve stuff?
i totally didn't just track down the state trooper (having only his initials) that gave my dad a baseless/useless/unreasonable $505 ticket on the happiest day of his life and was trying to get to the place where he needed to go to get the fucking tag for the semi-truck.
So, this is kind of an idea that I have had floating around in my head for a few days. Would you guys like to see this turned into a series?
It had been a long day, and all you wanted to do was go home and relax in the arms of your loving husband – James Bucky Barnes. The two of you were recently married – deciding to tie the knot when you received word that you would be stationed overseas in Japan. You had joined the army when you turned eighteen – more or less to escape the abusive family life back home, but over time, you felt a deeper connection to the armed forces – wanting to been seen as a soldier and warrior – to protect people who needed it. You quickly rose through the ranks, and you were inducted into an elite group of soldiers – ones that are sent out on special missions, and with your rank as Sergeant, you lead your own team of special operatives to carry out these missions. Lately, most of your time has been spent training – no orders having been sent out since you arrived in Japan.
You came into the apartment the two of you shared off base – putting your keys in the tray that sat on top of the end table by the front door. Still dressed in your training fatigues – the iconic camouflage cargo pants with a sand-colored t-shirt tucked in and beige combat boots.
At the sound of you coming into the apartment, Bucky came out of the kitchen to greet you.
“Hello, beautiful,” he welcomed you with a strong hug. “How was your day?”
“It was alright,” you responded with an exhausted smile.
He smiled and kissed you softly. “I’m almost done making dinner. Why don’t you go get a shower and change into something more comfortable?”
You kissed him back and then nodded at the suggestion – immediately going into the one bathroom to get a well-needed shower. Once you finished, you went into the bedroom to change into some comfortable pajamas before meeting Bucky out in the living room. He had finished making dinner, and he sat on the sofa with two plates and two drinks in front of him.
“It smells amazing,” you smiled – sitting down and kissing his cheek. The two of you ate and talked about your respective days. “Bucky…,” you began softly – knowing that you had to tell him about what you were told.
“Hm?”
You looked him in his eyes before speaking with a shaky voice. “I’m being deployed into Siberia.”
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