Hi! This was a request from the always wonderful @the-kestrels-feather :)
Warnings: some blood / Bucky's injuries, ~nudity~ (but not smutty)
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A metallic scraping sound nearly scared you out of your skin. Maybe it was just noise from the street below. Maybe your weird neighbor was playing with his katana again. You pressed play on your paused tv show and tried to continue watching, but the sound persisted. It almost sounded like- was it coming from the front door?
In nothing but a pair of underwear and one of Bucky’s shirts, you tiptoed toward the peephole. It went against everything scary movies ever taught you. You can’t go investigate a strange noise. And you should never say “Who’s there?”- that’s how you end up dead. You wanted to make it to the end credits, but your many viewings of Scream clearly taught you nothing.
You held your breath as you peered through the peephole- if someone was here to kill you, you at least wanted to know who. And through the distorted lens, you saw a familiar face.
“Bucky!” you chirped as you threw open the door. Your hands were on him in seconds, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a long, long over-due kiss.
“Hey, baby…” he dropped his forehead against yours. God, he needed this. He needed you. And nothing welcomed him home quite like his best girl wearing his shirt.
He pulled you into his body with a groan and a grimace. He’d taken his fair share of beatings- and a few of Sam’s- on this mission, and his body hated him for it. Yes, the serum would have him good as new in no time. But it didn’t dull the pain. It couldn’t save him from the vibrating agony that pulsed with each beat of his heart. The throbbing inside his head. But he needed to hold you. He didn’t care that your elbow dug into his stab wound. He’d been gone too long. And with his arms wrapped tight around your body, every last ounce of anxiety dissipated.
“You okay, babe?” With your head pressed to his chest, you heard the pained sound rumble inside his body. It pinballed against his ribs and echoed under your ear. Bucky always came home a shell of himself. Empty. Hurting. It killed you.
“I’m good, just-“ he craned his neck back and forth, “sore. And tired. And I missed you."
He caught a glimpse of his dirty hand around your waist, and nearly recoiled. "Shit, sorry. I'm a mess. I shouldn't be-"
"But you're my mess. Come on, let’s get you inside, Sarge.”
You gently tugged him through the door and welcomed him into the warmth of the home you shared. He missed this space when he was away. The warm light, the shelves lined with classic books, the half-burned candles. This small apartment gave him a safe hideaway from the world that hated him, and shielded him with nothing but love and light.
“Here, I’ll take this…” you slid his bag from his shoulder and dropped it to the floor. “And this-” Your hands made quick work of his belt, removing it and its many sheathed knives. “You know, sometimes I can’t believe that you actually have a utility belt,” you laughed. “I mean, you’re like Bat Man… or Wonder Woman”.
Bucky gave you an affectionate eyeroll and a strained laugh.
“Oh, and I’ll take this too,” you said, unbuckling the holster from his thigh. You couldn’t believe they made holsters big enough to wrap around Bucky’s beefy quads. His ‘thighs of betrayal’, as you often called them.
“Alright, now come're,” you pulled him over to a kitchen chair and made him sit before sinking to your knees in front of him.
“Woah, woah, sweetheart,” Bucky teased, “At least buy me dinner first.”
“Oh, hush”, you stuck your tongue out at him. Truth be told, you’d been ready to jump his bones the moment you saw him. And wrapping your hands around his thigh to remove his holster had your mouth watering. But if he was hurting, if he was exhausted and depleted, your desperate lust for him could wait. He needed to heal before you replaced his stab wounds with bite marks and hickeys. You freed Bucky’s feet from his combat boots and made a move toward the shoe rack, but Bucky stopped you.
His hand darted out and hooked around your fingers, “don’t”.
“It’s okay, Buck. I’m just putting your boots away-”
“But- can you come here?”
He hated being needy. And clingy. And desperate. But after his time away, he needed you close by. He needed to make up for all the miserable days and cold nights spent without you. He needed his best girl.
With a gentle tug, he pulled you into his lap. His arms wrapped around you as you straddled his hips, locking your bodies together. He rested his chin on your shoulder. You pressed a kiss to his cheek. A deep sigh fell from Bucky’s chest. The fear dissipated. The dread fell away. And suddenly, it was just you. Just you and Bucky and the home you shared. He checked his ghosts at the door and fell into the peace you brought.
“I’m so glad to be back”
“And I’m so glad to have you, babe. I’m so- wait, hang on…” You pulled back a bit and met his eyeline. “Why’d you knock? Did you lose your keys?”
Bucky let out an exhausted laugh, “No…but they were in my bag. And I was too tired to look for them.” He let his head fall against your sternum. He could fall asleep like this. “I just wanna go get in bed and sleep for fifteen hours, or so.”
You wriggled free from his grasp and tried to pull him to his feet. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, Sarge.”
But Bucky resisted. He almost didn’t have enough energy to stand, let alone shower. “But baaaaaby,” he whined, “I’m too tired”. His slumped shoulders and under eye circles told you as much. His mission was supposed to be four days- but he was gone for nine. Double the work, double the effort, double the fatigue.
“I know, Buck,” you said, cradling his face. “But you can't get in bed like this. Your hands are all covered in in gunpowder and there’s blood in your hair- blood I’m hoping doesn’t belong to you…?”
He nodded.
“I promise you’re gonna feel much better after a shower.”
He shrugged. He just wanted to crawl into bed with you- anything else was simply a distraction.
“It’ll be a lot easier to get the blood out of your hair if we do it now,” you said. “The longer we wait, the stickier it’s gonna get.” You could just see Bucky tomorrow morning, raking a comb furiously through his bloody hair and ripping it out at the root. “Okay, how about this: You stay here.” Bucky perked up. “I’ll go run a bath- that way you can relax a little bit and won’t have to stand in the shower?”
He thought it over for a moment. The idea enticed him, but didn’t convince him.
“And I’ll join you. I’ll help you get cleaned up. I can take care of all this…” you grabbed at a few strands of his hair. “And I’m sure you’ve got some wounds that need cleaning. Deal?”
You knew Bucky’s injuries couldn’t get infected, but leaving them unattended felt neglectful. Regardless of the serum, he needed care. And you needed him to know how much he meant to you. After each mission, you cleaned and bandaged his fast-healing wounds. You gently freed them of debris and broken glass, checked on them until the serum made them vanish.
Although unnecessary, it showed Bucky just how important he was to you, how highly you valued his well-being. Before you, he didn’t care to disinfect or cover his injuries- he let himself bleed.
Bucky didn’t hear anything after you promised to join him in the bath. His desire for sleep vanished, revealing an even deeper need: you. Your body against his. Your hands in his hair. Of course, he’d thought about fucking you since the moment he left- but this was different. He needed to feel you. To know you were there. To hear your steady heartbeat. Each new mission brought with it the fear that he’d never see you again. And it scared him more than any Hydra agent ever could. It was a fate worse than death.
Bucky nodded against your hand, his stubble scratching your palm.
“Okay, you sit tight. I’m gonna go start the water.” You made an attempt to get up, but Bucky wasn’t having it. He refused to let you go for another few minutes, and you let him take his time. Coming down from a mission was hard on him. You moved at his pace.
When he allowed you to get up, you headed for the bathroom and filled the tub with water. Bucky remained in his chair, exactly where you left him. He felt himself nodding off a few times, but refused to plunge into full-blown sleep. He found himself teetering on the edge once again when you called to him.
“Ready whenever you are, Sarge!”
You padded toward him, your clothes missing, and found him blinking away sleep. “Come on, I promise this won’t take long.”
At the sight of you, Bucky perked up. “I mean, if it takes a long time, it takes a long time…” he said, making grabby hands for your waist, “who am I to rush you?”
“You’re a fiend, you know that?”
“I know. But I’m your fiend.”
With his hand in yours, you dragged him in the direction of the bathroom. A pitstop at the laundry room let Bucky shed his bloody clothes, giving you the chance to lay eyes on his body. You still weren’t used to his Adonis-esque physique. And you knew you never would be. But the blood and bruising distracted you. Red slash marks ripped across his abdomen. Purple bruises stained his shoulder. A bloody stab wound dug into his chest. And his back was just as bad.
“I know it looks bad…” he said, “but I’m fine. I promise.”
Bucky’s definition of “fine” never quite matched up with yours. And seeing him hurt never got easier. You swallowed the lump in your throat and ushered him down the hall.
He grimaced as the hot water met the gashes littering his legs, but the stinging subsided when you stepped into the tub. Or maybe his open wounds still throbbed in the scalding water- he wasn’t sure. He was too distracted by you pulling him into your body. His shoulders rested against your chest and his head fell back against your shoulder, his nose brushing along your neck.
“Is that even comfortable?” you laughed, “looks kinda like you’re gonna have a crick in your neck by the time we’re done here.”
He took a deep inhale. And let out a long sigh. “Don’t care. Missed you.”
“Missed you more”.
You let him rest like that for a while, let him drink in the feeling of home. But you watched the water slowly redden, like you were steeping raspberry tea. “Okay, babe. We gotta get to work”, you said, forcing Bucky to sit upright. He watched you loosen the drain and run more water until the red tinge vanished. But he knew it would return soon enough.
“Just tell me if I hurt you, okay?”
He nodded. And you got to work. You let your hands weave slowly in and out of his locks, gently scrubbing and massaging his scalp with shampoo. He didn’t like putting you in this sort of position, but couldn’t stop himself from enjoying the feeling. He’d missed you so much. He thought about you constantly and ached for your touch. And even though the two of you sat chest-deep in blood-stained bath water, he smiled. He hummed in approval every now and then. He leaned into your touch. He felt safe.
Coagulated pieces of dried blood fused his strands together. You cringed when they plopped into the water. Every time you pulled your hands from his locks, a red stain smeared across your palms. Lathering and rinsing and re-lathering Bucky’s hair dyed the water crimson. And you feared it would never end. He’d loosen the drain, let the tub empty, and fill it again- only for the sickly scarlet tinge to return. You’d promised to do this for him, but it seemed as though you’d run out of shampoo before fulfilling your promise.
Just as you used the last bit of shampoo, your hands returned from his scalp without a bloody stain. You dragged your nails across his scalp and inspected every last strand, finding no blood in sight. Finally.
“Hair’s all clean,” you said, “now just let me condition”. Bucky gave a small nod, too tired and entranced by your scalp massage to really listen.
And when you finished with his hair, you moved to his body. Both of you sat stewing in a bio-hazard of blood and grime- it almost made you sick. Breaking your promise, you made Bucky stand and take a proper shower. He groaned as you helped him up, but found his smile again as you pressed your body against his. Your hands worked over him slowly, ridding his battered body of gun powder and ash and dried blood. You helped him feel like a new man.
And then it was your turn. Guilt soured Bucky’s experience when he noticed your blood-stained nails and red-streaked body. And he was determined to make it right. Just as you’d done for him, he carefully dragged his hands over every inch of your skin. He was thorough- maybe a bit too thorough- but couldn’t resist touching you. And you’d never protest.
“You hang right here for a sec,” you said, “I’m gonna go grab us some clothes-”
“I mean, do we really need clothes?” He shot you a tired wink. Even exhausted, this man was a menace.
“I mean, no. We don’t need clothes,” you dropped your towel. “But you do need some bandages.”
Bucky sat on the edge of the tub while you carefully cleaned and covered his wounds. He never protested when you played doctor. Sure, it was more work for you. But he knew it made you feel good to take care of him. And it made him feel good to know how much you cared.
“All done,” you admired your work with a satisfied sigh. “Let’s get you to bed, babe.”
Bucky followed you like a lost puppy, nearly stepping on your heels as he walked. This was the moment he’d been waiting for since the second he left. And as he collapsed into bed next to you, he finally felt at peace.
“Can I…?” he asked, motioning for your chest.
“I’d be upset if you didn’t.”
With that, Bucky rested his head on your chest. His wet hair sent goosebumps flooding across your skin, but you didn’t care. You stroked his back and left kisses against his scalp, whispering ‘I love you’s every now and then. He returned each and every one. His arms wrapped tighter around you, as though he feared you’d disappear.
“Go to sleep, Buck. I know you’re exhausted.”
“I know, I’m just-” a yawn interrupted him. “I just missed you.”
“And I missed you. But I promise I’ll still be here in the morning.” You pressed another kiss to the top of his head, “rest, baby.”
He took a few more seconds to drink in the environment: your warm body under his, the cozy blankets, the smell of your shampoo in his hair. And with his last conscious breath, he told you once more just how much he’d missed you.
This fic was inspired by fakesngay's amazing Bucky fan art and strongly encouraged by @delaber
Word count: 4k
Summary: Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.
Need to know: Sub!Bucky, soft dom!Reader, hands tied, tease and denial, edging, oral (male rec), masturbation, slow teasing handjob, titfuck, p in v, ball worship, cock worship, use of the word daddy even though Bucky is the sub, very light mommy kink, fluffy ending
Please do not post this anywhere else. Reblogs and comments are appreciated :)
Bucky should have been embarrassed. His cheeks should have been ablaze. He should have been stammering excuses and attempting to cover his stiff cock and the mess he had made all over himself. And he would have if he had heard you come in. But he heard nothing beyond the whimpers and moans playing on his phone as he built himself up to another orgasm.
"Whatcha watchin' Buck?"
"Oh shit!" Bucky, once a highly trained assassin, and current crime-fighting partner to Captain America, threw his phone across the room and yanked his blanket over his lap. "Noth–nothing!"
You weren’t supposed to be home until next week! Not that he was complaining, the past two weeks without you had been miserable, but your timing could have been better.
You raised an amused eyebrow at him and bent over to pick up his phone. The erotic noises started again as soon as you unlocked it.
Bucky internally groaned as he felt his cheeks heat up. He was so caught off guard, and his brain was still so full of lust that he couldn't think straight. He needed to get up and take the phone away from you before you saw too much, but he couldn't move fast enough.
He wasn't embarrassed about the porn, but he was embarrassed about that particular video. A video in which a man was tied to a bed while a woman pleasured him over and over, never letting him reach orgasm. No matter how much the man begged and pleaded or how much the woman seemed to enjoy what she was doing, she always stopped short of the final touch that would send him soaring. Bucky had never expressed these desires to you; to be fair, he never knew he had them until today when he stumbled on this video and so many others like it.
He had a routine with you, he always took the lead in the bedroom, and you liked that; he did too. Loved it, in fact. But this…he could be into this too.
But what if you weren't? What if it turned you off? Weirded you out?
You locked his phone and threw it on the dresser before stepping out of your boots and walking toward him.
"And here I was thinking that you missed me."
"Of course I did! I'm sor–"
Your finger pressed against his lips, effectively shushing him. Bucky's mind raced, trying to think of how he was possibly going to fix this. Maybe he could say he hadn't been watching that video; he had accidentally clicked on it.
His panicked thoughts dissipated when you leaned forward and kissed him. It was too gentle for how long he had been apart from you, but it still made his head swim.
"I missed you," he whispered, chasing your lips. "So much."
"I know," you kissed his neck and slowly moved your lips down to his chest. "But it seems you've been a bad boy. Haven't you?"
Holy fuck. Bucky's breath hitched as you threw his blanket on the floor and eyed his heavy cock with heat in your eyes. Were you actually into this? The smirk on your face told him that you were.
"I asked you a question." You dragged one finger down his muscled thigh.
"Ye–yes," Bucky stammered, still nervous despite how excitedly his body reacted to you.
You leaned forward again, whispering in his ear, "you want this, daddy? Want me to take care of you this time?"
You calling him that never failed to turn him on, apparently not even when he wasn't the one in charge. "God, yes, yes , angel, please." Bucky groaned as you sucked his earlobe.
Not even ten minutes later, you had his wrists tied to the bed and his thighs shaking as you teased him with your tongue. You were working your way up from his feet; each toe had already experienced the delight of your warm mouth and swirling tongue. The pleasure shot up his legs straight to his cock. It was big and hard, curved up against his belly, red and angry at the lack of attention it was receiving. But Bucky breathed through it; you were at his thighs now, almost there. Your teeth gently sunk into his inner thigh, and he groaned as his cock flexed, searching for stimulation. Bucky clenched his jaw as you moved to the other thigh, and your breath tickled his heavy balls. Your mouth repeated the same ministrations, yet the bite still made him shudder.
This was it; finally, you were gonna put your mouth where he needed it most. He was focused on trying to regulate his breathing and gain control over himself, so he didn't immediately start thrusting into your mouth. But disappointment and frustration drew a low groan from him when instead, your tongue slid up the seam where his hip meets his pelvis.
"Such a goddamn tease," he huffed as you did it again. "Please?"
You ignored him, moving to his other hip to repeat the actions. Your warm tongue slithered so painfully close to his cock that he gasped and lifted his hips. You did it again and again, humming at the taste of him. When your lips locked tightly around a piece of skin on his hip as you sucked a bruise, he cried out.
"Please! Please," he drew out the word in a needy moan, "please fucking touch me."
Your eyes flicked up to his for the first time since you had settled between his legs. "No. I'm gonna go shower."
"Wha–what?" Bucky stared at you in disbelief as you climbed off the bed and started shedding your clothes.
"I just got back from a two-week mission. I'll be back." You winked at him before disappearing into the bathroom.
Surely you were joking, right?
Bucky groaned when he heard the water turn on. He could break out of his restraints and join you, but you would have told him if you wanted that.
His eyes squeezed shut in frustration when he heard your music start. That wasn't good. You only played music when you planned on taking your time. How long would you make him wait like this?
He looked down his body at his dick. The tip was red and weeping, pointing up at him accusingly. But, he had never felt so turned on in his life. He could only imagine how good his orgasm would feel once you granted it to him if you granted it to him. His hips flexed up at the thought of being denied, of you using him only for your pleasure.
"Fuck me," Bucky muttered to himself, trying to keep the images of what he knew you were doing in there without him out of his head. Soap-covered breasts and wet thighs. He wasn’t doing a good job. Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to try this new kink after missing you and your body for the past two weeks. He could have already been inside you, had you screaming his name…his thoughts were interrupted when you finally exited the bathroom. You were wearing your robe, and Bucky hoped nothing else underneath it.
"Better?" He asked, trying not to sound too impatient.
"Much," you grinned and straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him. You did it properly this time, with all the passion you both had been missing out on.
Bucky hummed in pleasure, a drunk look on his face when you pulled back.
"How we doing, daddy?"
Bucky's eyes fluttered closed, "Need you so bad."
"What do you need, daddy?"
Bucky licked his lips as he watched you sit up. But you didn't give him a chance to answer before you were hovering over his throbbing erection. God, he hoped you didn't have anything on under that robe.
"You need this?" You gently lowered yourself until you were sitting on his cock.
"Fuck me!" Bucky's hips surged up. Your bare pussy gently rocked against his length. "Need–shit–need inside of you."
"Oh baby, I don't think you can handle that," you pouted at him, rocking your hips a little faster. "You’ll come.”
“No, no, I won’t, please, angel?” Bucky’s voice had never sounded so strained. And he was making promises he couldn’t keep.
“You're close already, aren’t you?”
Bucky ignored you, rocking his hips up in time with yours. His dick was nuzzled in your warm wetness, and his tip caught on your entrance with each thrust. Yeah, he was fucking close.
“Aren’t you?” You repeated, undoing your robe and shrugging it off your shoulders.
“No,” Bucky gritted out.
“Liar,” you smirked and lifted your hips, leaving him thrusting into the air.
“Fuck, fuck,” Bucky took a few deep breaths, but you didn’t give him too much time to recover.
You helped move him into a sitting position with his back against the headboard his wrists were tied to. You straddled him again but kept your warm pussy out of reach, instead choosing to wrap your hand around his aching length as you kissed him.
The sound that came out of Bucky’s mouth as you stroked him from base to tip, making sure to press your thumb into the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, was embarrassing. But he could not care less at the moment. Your breasts were pressed against his chest, your soft legs straddling his hips, and your intoxicating lips hardly left his.
“That feel good, baby?” Your husky voice made his cock throb in your hand.
“Yeah, gonna come,” Bucky answered.
“Yeah?” You taunted in a breathy voice.
“Yeah,” Bucky grunted against your lips.
You moaned along with him as if he was inside you and gave him two more firm strokes, but when his eyes fluttered closed, you stilled your hand at the base of his cock until his breathing settled. Then you started again. And again.
“Let me touch you,” Bucky groaned as you sped up your hand. He wanted to touch and squeeze every inch of you. The restraints dug into his arms he flexed against them.
“No.” You sat back and wrapped both hands around his cock.
The up and down twisting motions of both your hands on him were too much. He couldn’t even form the words to warn you that he was about to come. But you knew and stilled, except for your thumb, which rubbed achingly slow circles against the sensitive spot on the underside of his sensitive tip. Making sure he stayed on the razor-sharp edge without falling over.
“Holy shit,” Bucky mumbled; the veins in his neck popped as he tried to will his orgasm to continue.
“You close, Buck?” You murmured against his lips.
He could only respond with a high-pitched desperate noise as he tried to thrust against the pad of your thumb.
“I bet you are; I can feel your legs shaking.” You let him go and sat back again so you could see him. The pout on your face made a dribble of precum leak from his tip. “Poor baby, this looks like it hurts. Maybe my mouth will make it feel better.”
Bucky whimpered as your warm tongue lapped at his heavy balls and trailed gently up his cock. You made sure your tongue touched every inch of his cock. The gentle caress of it was both too much and not nearly enough. You looked so concentrated, so intent on giving him the most pleasure you could; Bucky could only describe it as worship. But he needed more. He needed you to wrap your lips around him and take him into your throat like he knew you could.
Finally, as if you could read his thoughts, you kissed his leaking tip, and your tongue slid seductively over it. Fuck, this was more than a kiss; you were making out with his sensitive head, moaning and using your tongue like a goddamn weapon.
“Holy shit, angel, that feels so good,” Bucky moaned, the back of his head hitting the headboard. He tensed, waiting for the moment your mouth slid further down his shaft, but it never came. You seemed content to tongue him without ever wrapping your lips around him like he needed.
He lifted his hips, trying to force himself past your swollen lips, but you moved away, focusing your tongue on the spot under his head that made his toes curl.
“Good god, please just suck it, angel, fuck it hurts!”
You smiled at him, and Bucky knew he wouldn’t get what he wanted anytime soon. You straddled his thick thigh and began grinding on it while you continued to run your tongue slowly over his cock.
He wished you would at least match the pace of your tongue to that of your frantic hips. Then a new strategy hit him.
“Angel, let me taste you; I’ll make you come, please.”
You let out a short, breathy laugh. “Oh, come on, Buck, you think I’ve forgotten about all the times you’ve come just from eating me out? No way.”
Bucky groaned; he was beyond frustrated. His cock was shiny with your saliva, yet he hadn’t even been in your mouth, and your warm wet pussy was so close yet so far. He could tell you were about to come, and he would give his right arm to be inside you when you did.
You teased his cock again, nearly slipping it past your lips but stopping short. Fuck being inside you; he would settle for your throat right now.
“Oh my god,” Bucky moaned and pulled on his restraints. “I’m so fucking horny, fuck, suck it, angel,” his voice was throaty and deep as he begged.
“What’s the matter, daddy? Thinking about fucking my face right now? Want me to be your good girl and take it all? Open my throat up real nice for you?”
Your voice shuddered as you came hard on his thigh. He flexed it up for you, drawing your orgasm out as much as he could and hoping you’d return the favor.
With a tired but satisfied sigh, you slid off his thigh and landed between his legs again. Bucky nearly yelled when your mouth wrapped around his balls. You sucked on them like you typically sucked his cock. Cheeks hollowed, moaning, and messy. You tongued at the tight seam down the middle of his balls, and Bucky’s thighs started to shake again.
“Please?” He whimpered.
You ignored him, sucking him like it was your life’s work.
“Please,” he said a little louder, “please suck my cock, I’m begging, fuck your mouth feels amazing, suck my cock, angel!”
You slowly pulled your mouth off of his blue balls and placed a soft kiss on his tip. “Okay, but you’re not gonna like it.”
Bucky lost track of time as you gave him the blowjob he had asked for, no teasing, no slowing down, at least not until he was about to come down your throat. Then you stopped everything and listened to him beg for mercy before you repeated the process over and over again. Eventually, you got bored of blowing him and started torturing him in new ways. You edged him with your ass, grinding on him while you fingered yourself, your hands, and even your feet when you got tired. Every part of you that he worshiped, worshiped him right back.
Now his twitching dick was buried between your breasts. And just like the video, no matter how much he begged, you got him to the edge and stopped. He was very close to crying. His legs were shaking, his body covered in sweat and precum. The sounds coming out of his mouth were hysterical; at one point, his gasping, whining moans made it sound like he was laughing. But nothing was remotely funny about how bad he needed to come.
He bit his lip, trying to hold back the brimming tears. You were so fucking into this, and it turned him on so much he was buzzing out of his skin. The angry tip of his cock peeked out between your breasts, and you tilted your head down to swipe your tongue across it.
“Jesus, fuck, please, please, please,” he said like a prayer. But it went unanswered as his balls tightened and your warmth disappeared. A frustrated tear ran down his cheek.
“Angel, please, please, I can’t take anymore.” His breaths came in gasps, and his voice shook.
Your hand was on his face in seconds. You made him focus on you as you shushed him and brushed his tears away.
Once he calmed down, you kissed the tip of his nose and then both eyes. “You good, baby? Color?”
You smiled wide at that. “I’m glad, baby, but as much fun as I’m having,” you leaned in closer like you were going to tell him a secret. “I really wanna come on your cock. I’ve never seen it so hard, and I need it inside me right fucking now.”
Bucky groaned, “yes fucking do it, please.”
“You’re gonna be my good boy, right?”
“I’ll–try.”
You smirked and straddled his lap again, lining up his cock and slowly sinking down on it. “If you come without my permission, I’ll ruin it.”
That got Bucky’s attention, even as his brain started to turn to mush at the feeling of your pussy gripping him. “Wait!”
But it was too late, your ass settled flush against his thighs, and you both groaned at the feeling of finally being united. You didn’t give yourself, or Bucky, time to adjust. Your hands landed on his heaving chest as you worked yourself frantically up and down his cock.
“Oh god! You gotta slow down!” Bucky’s hands clenched as he fought his restraints. The sound of his vibranium arm whirring with the effort to stay put made your pussy flutter around him.
“Can’t,” you breathed out, “feels too fucking good. I should keep you this hard all the time.”
Bucky whimpered; he fucking wished. He just had to hold off until you came, and then you’d let him have his too. He tried to focus on something other than how fucking good your tight pussy felt sliding up and down his dick. Or how beautiful you looked using him for your own pleasure. Or the fucking sounds coming out of your damned mouth. His hips were thrusting faster than they had the right to be.
“Oh god, right there, daddy,” you gasped as his swollen cock head rubbed against your g-spot. “Fuck my little pussy.”
These were things you usually moaned in his ear when he had his way with you—when he filled you up over and over until you couldn’t take anymore. And now he couldn’t do anything but take what you gave him. He felt the pressure in his cock grow, and his balls tightened painfully.
“I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” Bucky’s body tensed; he swore he could feel his cum moving up to the base of his cock. He couldn’t stop it; he needed it too damn bad.
“You’re not,” you said matter-of-factly, reaching behind you to pull his balls down, effectively stopping his orgasm. “You don’t have permission.”
Bucky couldn’t form words anymore; he was beyond rational thought as he writhed underneath you.
“I’m gonna come for you, daddy, gonna come all over your fat cock.”
Jesus, you were cruel.
More tears streamed down his face as your orgasm hit you and your walls clenched rhythmically around him, trying their best to make him come too. He couldn’t breathe. His words came out between gasps of air. “Please! Let me come! Oh god, oh god!”
But you didn’t answer him; you kept your iron grip on his balls until your orgasm ended. Then you slowly sat up until his cock slipped from you, and he let out a pained whimper.
“Don’t worry, baby, mommy’s gonna take care of you. You did so well.”
Bucky didn’t know why but that made a choked sob exit his mouth. Despite everything, he swore he had never felt this good. You had spent hours showering him with attention, worshiping every part of his body, and now? Now you were gonna take care of him.
You gave him a soft smile before turning around and assuming his favorite position. He loved your ass more than he loved himself sometimes. He sucked in a deep breath as you once again slid his cock inside your tight heat.
“Knees up so you can fuck me properly.” You tapped on his thigh, and he immediately planted his feet on the bed.
You started moving, and he met your thrusts, slowly at first, he was already so close to the edge, and each bounce of your ass made him want to dive straight over.
“Faster, Buck,” you groaned.
He hesitated, his balls already tight in anticipation. “I can come?” He almost didn’t want to ask.
“If you fuck me harder. Give it to me!”
Bucky took that as a yes, and his head fell back as he pounded into you as hard as possible in this position. Your sounds of pleasure made his cock twitch inside you, and his balls got impossibly tighter. He swore they were gonna snap off if they tightened anymore.
“Please don’t stop; god, I’m so close,” Bucky huffed, moving like a machine with how hard and fast he was fucking you.
“Such a good boy, fucking mommy so well, baby.”
Your words broke him and healed him at the same time.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh fuck, fuck , I’m coming!” A spike of fear flitted through him at the thought that you’d pull away at the last second once again, but it quickly disappeared when the first shock of pleasure pulsed through him from head to toe. He had stopped moving, moaning in ecstasy, but you kept riding him through it, taking him for everything he had.
“Oh god, I can’t stop cumming,” he gasped, “feels so fucking good,” Bucky whined, finally breaking his bonds to hold you. His flesh arm wrapped around your chest, holding you close and squeezing your breast. The other wrapped around your hips and helped you move.
“Thank you,” he murmured over and over again with his face buried in your neck.
“I’m so full, daddy,” you groaned and kept grinding your hips until you came again.
Bucky gasped as the pleasure quickly turned to pain. He had never been so overstimulated. But keeping true to your word, you eased off him quickly. You turned around in his arms and planted kisses all over his face, careful to avoid touching him anywhere else.
“How about a warm bath, Buck?”
Bucky nodded, trying to talk but giving up when only mumbled nonsense came out. It made you laugh, though, which made him smile.
“Was that better than your video?” You asked as you laid him back onto his pillow.
Bucky managed a weak thumbs up as his head lolled to the side.
“Good.” You kissed his temple and left the bed.
Bucky wanted to reach out for you, but by the time he made his arm move, you were too far away. “Come back,” Bucky mumbled.
“I’m right here. Gonna clean you up. Bath later.”
Bucky hummed in pleasure as you gently cleaned his body with a warm towel. “Thank you,” he whispered as he rolled to the side so you could slide the towel he had used to protect your sheets out from under him.
It felt like you were gone forever as he fought his slipping eyelids. He didn’t want to fall asleep without you there. But just as he was about to lose the battle, you slid in bed behind him and laid your warm cheek against his back.
“Hi.”
Bucky smiled as he felt your breath against his skin. “Welcome home. I missed you.”
You responded by squeezing him tightly. “Sleep; I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Bucky fell asleep with a soft smile on his face, safe in the knowledge that nothing between you had changed and feeling more loved and cared for than he ever thought possible.
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When Bucky put the ad for a roommate in the paper Sam made fun of him. “Only old people read the paper now Buck! You’re gonna get stuck with someone who’s just as old as you.” The jokes only continued when someone reached out to him about it via letter in the mail.
Warnings: Bucky (of course.. ), blood, violence, kidnapping, mentions of death, IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE SKIP THIS READ.
-WHAT THE HELL TONY? - asked Steve furiously.
-Rogers... I know she's your daughter. I know you lost her mother in a mission. But we also know that she inherited the serum in your veins, and in fact she's one of the best around here. It's about time she goes on a mission. - states Tony calmly.
-I'm not gonna lose her. If it means i have to get her fired from the team i will, but you sure as hell won't send her on any damn missions...
You stopped, and the smile that previously graced your face had fallen. You just finished sparring with Nat, and were on your way to the briefing, but seems like your dad caught word of your upcoming mission, and thought to put some words in... Tony's eyes flickered behind Steve, seeing the disappointment on your face. You clearly heard that your own father would be willing to get you fired. Effectively destroying all your hard work since you were little, and possibly your relationship with him as well..
The rest of the team started to fill the room as you first made eyecontact with your dad, he tried to say something, but you weren't gonna hear any of it. You turned on your heels, and ran. Or at least you tried, cause as the elevator opened, you collided with a hard chest. You apologized, eyes on the floor, when you heard your dad's best friend's concerned voice.
-Are you all right (Y/n)?
-Sure i am Buck. - was all you said, suddenly hearing your father calling for you. The elevator wasn't fast enough, so you opted for the stairs, asking FRIDAY to lock all the doors to the staircase, except for the P1, parking area's. You wanted to get away from there.
-(Y/n), Honey, wait.. IT' NOT.... - Steve tried to talk to you, but you ran.
-What did you do again punk? - Bucky asked his friend.
-Tony wanted to send her on the mission with Nat and Sam and You, but you know.. i just.. she must have heard some stuff i said... and just... - he blabbered.
-What did you say huh?
-That i'd rather have her fired than let her go on a mission... I can't lose her too Buck.. i can't..
-I know punk, but on the other hand that girl started fighting before even learning how to talk... She also has the serum... You know she is more than ready and capable. And if you think any of us would let anything happen t o her... then i don't know what else to say.. - Bucky said dropping a supporting hand on Steve's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
Nobody saw you for the remainder of the day. You went to the club that was farthers from the tower, making sure noone of the team ever went there. You were sitting at the bar, sipping your fifth whiskey when there was a poke on your arm, asking for your attention.
As you turned, you saw a cocky looking guy, with a shit eating grin.
-I never saw any woman holding herself this well after 4 whiskey.. - he said looking you over. -The name is Rumlow.
You finished your drink. Before noting that it was your 5th drink, as you stood up, deciding it was time for you to leave. Ransom caught you by your wrist, twirling you back to him, his other hand flying for your waist, keeping you close to him.
-Where are you running sweetheart. I was just trying to get to know you... - he said still grinning.
You rolled your eyes before twisting his free hand, nearly breaking it.
-Now, now. You'll get your filthy hand off my waist. - you smiled at him. Before you could continue, you heard a cough behind you, then another hand snaked around your shoulder, a familiar scent hitting your nose.
-Honey, is everything alright? Sorry for taking too long, the traffic was a nightmare. -Bucky stated before giving a kiss on your cheek. Well this makes it easier. You won't need to beat this asshole up after all.
Before you could react, the creep started to talk.
-Well i like a stong handed woman for sure.. As for you my man... I watched your pretty little thing from afar for the past few hours... The traffic shouldn't be that bad at 11 pm after all... I'm guessing you have a side chick as well don't you.. - his eyes flicker to you, trying t o see if he's getting under your skin, and to be honest, you knew Bucky was only your father's best friend, and probably thought of you like a daughter... but you could help but feel a pang in your chest when you imagined Bucky in some woman's arms. -Uh oh.. i hit a nerve there sweetheart, didn't i? -Rumlow asked, reaching for your waist once again, but this time, Bucky twirled you away, tucking you to his side safely before punching Rumlow straight in the face, before turning around, dragging you outside with himself.
-I had it under control... - you muttered under your nose.
-No doll you did not... Do you have any idea who is that man?
-No i don't.. but seems like you're just like dad. Not believing in my skills in the slightest. - you said, as you shoved his arm off of you, trutting away to the opposite of his bike. He just sighed. It wasn't the reason he stepped in at all.. At first he wanted to find you to reassure you that they talked to your father, and you can go to the mission after all.. But then he saw Rumlow's hand around your waist, and he acted without thinking. A strange possessiveness came over him, his mind only focusing on getting you away from the stranger. Now all he could do is sigh at your retreating form.
He got on his bike, to catch up with you, but you didn't even look at him.
-Doll, hop on, i'll take you back..
-No need Buck, perfectly capable of walking.
-It would took 2 hours even with the serum to walk back, hop on.
You looked at him, knowing he wouldn't let it go, so you sighed defeated, and got on behind him, snaking your hands around him. He would never admit it out loud, but he loved when you did that. He loved your faint perfume sneaking it's way into his nose and his heart. Steve would surely kill him if he'd know how many times he had to stop sparring with you lately, running to the showers to cool himself down, or how many times he had to adjust himself in secret when he was over at you and Steve's floor and you walked into the kitchen in only a big white dress shirt of your dad's, and your hair in a messy bun.
When you got back, your dad was standing in the middle of the shared living room. Face showing he was worried sick for the past few hours. He ran up to you as soon as the elevator opened, engulfing you in a big hug, muttering sorries as he held you close. You just stood there without moving a muscle.
-You... you can go to the mission.. i.. i can't keep you locked up when you're one of the best around here... Sam, Bucky and Nat will be there too... i shouldn't worry... i just... - he stammered, looking guilty.
-Mom.. i know.. but that one accident doesn't mean that you can undermine all my years of training... and that goes for you too... - you turned, showing a finger to Bucky's chest before heading off to your room, shutting the door with a loud thud.
The mission was quite simple. Abandoned HYDRA building, in needing of a good swipe, then making it equal with the ground. You and Nat starting from the top to the ground, the guys starting from the basements, heading upwards.
It wasn't empty as they thought it will be, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. You were fighting off 2 men, when you heard a loud bang. They tried to crash the top floor on you and Nat, one side of the building already collapsing. Nat were caught up falling with the debris, and you quickly grabbed her hand, yanking her up t the remaining floor.
-Thanks (Y/n).. - she said, as you started to hear Bucky's and Sam's concerned voice over your comms. You looked at Nat rolling your eyes as she started to laugh.
-Nobody is injured dad, stop your shit. - Mocking Bucky in the meantime - How's things down there? They are collapsing the top floors on us. - Nat stated.
-Swiped, we are 2 floors under you two. Meet in the middle in 10. -Sam answered as Nat went to check another room not too far away.
There was another door you didn't check. You stepped in cautiously, when someone shut it behind you, strangling you with a wire. A woman stepped before you, holding a knife to your neck, smiling wickedly, walking close in her heels, touching the comms in your ear, as you heard your teammates asking for you, before she whispered into it seductively.
-Tell Rogers i have his little girl.. She will suffer the consequences if he doesn't met my demands. - She smiled in the camera in the corner, knowing full well the rest of the team were able to hear and see the scene over at the tower, before smashing the handle of her knife into your temple, knocking you out, making you go limp in the arms of the man.
They took you into a secret basement, before speeding away in a secret tunnel. When you regained consciousness you found yourself strapped to a chair. The place seemed eerily matching the one where they tortured Bucky years back.
-Oh the little birdy is awake.. - she smiled at you walking closer.
-What do you want? - you spat.
-Oh honey, i want your dad back... We had quite fun times before you and your mom came along... I can't believe i had to wait 24 years to have you too...
-You were the one that killed her... making her leave her husband and her 2 year old child... - the realization hit you.
-Bingo honey, and now that i have you too, there is nothing stopping me... But you see, it would be just way too easy to kill you and be done with it... After 24 years, i want your dear daddy to suffer... I'm sure you saw this chair in the Winter Soldier's files... We're gonna erase your little mind, until you simply won't remember any of them... then, you're gonna kill them off one by one for me, leaving dear daddy for last... Nobody crosses Peggy Carter.. - she smiled again, before having one of her men setting up a camera in front of you.
-Say hi to daddy. - she singed, as they hit the record button, and she started shocking you, making you scream out in pain.
The avengers were shocked to see the video. It was encrypted, so they wouldn't be able to find you through it. Steve stood up, looking all over the team.
-And you all said nothing would happen to her... - he said, as he left, shutting the glass door with such force, it broke into pieces.
The rest of the team immediately started to search, and swipe every HYDRA base they could in search for you, with no luck so far.
A week later they recieved another video, showing your beaten up face, you ad various cuts over you as well.. She didn't stop at the electrocuting.. She wanted you to suffer, and wanted the team to see it. Both your arms were cut deeply, blood slowly dripping from it, as she electrocuted you again. You couldn't even scream anymore. Then the video cut to Peggy smiling.
-Honey, it is about time you come back to me.. We can use our little bird here to take care of the rest of your team.. that is if you ever wanna see her again.. -Then the camera cut back to you, barely breathing, lump in the chair.
Bucky's heart broke at the sight. He knew what kinda pain you were in. And they even hurt you further.. If you ever make it out of this alive, he'll never let you out of his sight...
Bruce barged in with his laptop.
-I found where they send the videos from.. - he informed the team. Before they could set up a plan they needed to know how many HYDRA agents are in there. It was no question that everybody will go to this mission. They connected to their security system, now having access to every room in the building. That's when they saw you. You were wincing through the pain as you tried to get yourself out of that fucking chair.
Bucky silently prayed that you'll make it out.
The plan was in motion, they were sweeping the rooms one by one, trying to find where exactly they hold you. Without Steve cause his nerves would be a huge mistake factor right now... That's when Bucky heard commotion from the far corner. When he bursted the door open, he saw you, bleeding from your wounds, limping, to the wall, to sink down on in, sitting on the floor. Then he saw Peggy, in the chair, lifeless, with a knife in her chest, basically pinning her to the chair.
He ran to you, hands cupping your face, searching for any sign that you did not forgot him.
-Buck - you whispered, your voice breaking as you looked into his eyes.
-Yes doll, i'm here, it will be alright, you are incredible. - he said as he kissed you on the lips, before gathering you in his arms, keeping you close. You fell asleep in his hold, and he did not dare to put you down on the jet either. He only did when he arrived in the medbay of the tower, but even then he didn't leave your side.
The door of the roomn bursted open as Steve ran in, tears falling, as he held your limp hand in his. Quietly thanking Bucky for saving you.
-It wasn't me. - Bucky said with a sigh, clenching his jaw.
-What? -Steve's eyes shot up.
-I didn't save her. When i arrived Peggy was pinned to the chair with a knife, lifeless. It was her. She overcame it. She is stronger than any of us Steve.
Steve's eyes shot to you, scars already healing, the wounds you had already closed thanks to the serum. He kissed the back of your hand, hoping you'd wake up.
And later that night you did. You were in a dark room, machines beeping, making sure your vitals are fine. Your dad holding your hand, his head on your bed as he slept beside you on a chair. He must have fallen asleep there. Then your eyes went to your other side, moonlight slowly illuminating Bucky's smiling face. He was relieved. He stood up, gently caressing your head and pressing a kiss on it, before leaving the room. The door closing woke up Steve, who squeezed your hand as the tears started the fall again.
-I thought i'm gonna loose you kid.. - he said hugging you.
-They'll gonna have to try harder than this... - you smiled as you carefully hugged him back.
-You are so incredible.. I can't believe i ever doubted you for a second.. My fears took the best of me... I'm so so sorry honey...
-I understand your fears dad... I just.. I work 10 times harder every time, i want to make you proud.. and you never let me prove myself..
-It will change now baby.. you just need to get well again.. i promise i'll try hard to change my old ways okay? ...
And then it really changed. Three weeks later you were sparring with Nat again. Life was back to somewhat normal, you were getting ready for a mission with her. The only thing bothering you was the fact that Bucky avoided you. As soon as you were in t he same room as him, he basically ran out. You were annoyed by this. You didn't recollect anything that you might have offended him with. But you had no way of asking him.
Sam walked up to your training form, stopping the boxing bag from swinging from your last hit.
-Whoa princess, who hurt you? - he said as he saw the bag completely ruined.
-Noone, i'm just frustrated. - you sighed, taking the bandage off your hands.
-Why, what happened?
-Ever since i'm back from.. you know.. Bucky seems to be avoiding me.. But i can't recall anything i said or did to offend him so... i don't know.. - you sighed again.
That night Sam invited Bucky out for drinks to a nearby bar. Hoping to find something out for you. He never saw you lose your cool like that.
-We hardly see you at the tower anymore.. what's up dude? -Sam asked.
-Yea i just.. i have a lot on my mind and it doesn't help being there..
-You can talk to me you know.. Did something happen?
-Well.. i just.. you remember that i found (Y/n) slumped to a wall after killing Peggy, and carried her out and stuff?
-Yea, what about it? She is fine now, she was incredible back there.
-Yes .. um... i .. - Bucky stuttered.
Sam sat up straighter in his seat.
-What did you do Buck? - he asked.
-I.. i couldn't help myself.. i wanted her for the last 2 years.. i know it's wrong.. i just.. i was so proud, and glad we found her.. i.. i kissed her Sam... Now i can't look her in the eyes, nor Steve... I'm supposed to be his best friend... I should be looking at her like she's my own daughter... and for most of the time i could.. but now.. i just.. i cant.. I even thought about quitting..
-Jesus Dude... - Sam sighed - Firstly, there's no way you'll quit. Second.. she has absolutely no clue why are you avoiding her, but is sure affects her.. She ripped a boxig bag apart today.. And lastly... The heart wants what it wants.. I'm sure if anyone would be to court (Y/n) Steve would be glad if it's someone he knows he can trust... I heard he K.O.-d Rumlow when he dared to ask if he can date her..
-Yea well, i wouldn't wanna be knocked out thank you.. And what do you mean she doesn't know.. I mean.. she called my name.. she kissed me back. - Bucky didn't understood.
-Well you'll need to talk to her to figure that out..
It was late at night, you were sure your dad was asleep. You were tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep. You had this reoccurring dream since You killed Peggy. AT first it was just Bucky kissing you, then every night it went further and further, it became more passionate. You didn't understand why, and you were sometimes even glad that he avoided you lately. It helped keeping whatever this was under control. Sparring with him would surely kill you. You touched yourself, imagining it was him touching you. You shouldn't be thinking about him this way, but in the comfort of your own room you let yourself. Your breathing became uneven as you neared your climax as you thought about him bending you over the kitchen counter, or pushing you up the wall of his shower.. Small whimpers left you as you came. Sighing that sadly these fantasies were probably all you'll get.. You should find someone to help ease these urges.. Not as your dad would let you.. but your were 26... You needed something c'mon. The opening of your door startled you as you wiped the sweat off your forehead. For once you were thankful that you kept your panties and the henley you stole from Bucky before the mission.
-Sorry i heard your heart punding fast, and the whimpers, i thought you were having a nightmare... - Bucky said, as he slowly turned to leave seeing you weren't having a nightmare.
-Buck, stop.. - you pleaded. - Why are you avoiding me? Did i do something?
He shut your door then turned around sighing, looking at the ground.
-No you didn't.. I did.. and .. i ... I kissed you okay? I know it wasn't right, and it is unrecruited.. but i .. i was so happy you were alive.. i was so happy i didn't lose you... - he babbled as your finger shot up to caress your lower lip as you sat up in your bed.
-So it.. it wasn't a dream? You did kiss me? - you asked.
-Yes doll.. and i'm so fucking sorry... Listen i'll quit.. and .. i'll ... - he went to say but you interrupted him.
-Well i'm not sorry... - you whispered now looking at your crossed feet on your bed.
-Wait.. what? - he asked, not understanding.
-I.. i know you're dad's best friend.. and i know you practically watched me grow up.. but lately i ... i don't know Bucky.. I don't understand why or how.. but ever since that night at the HYDRA base i kept having these dreams... It started with you just kissing me once... and now you say that one wasn't a dream...
-You had other dreams? - he whispered sitting on your bed and searching for your eyes.
You were embarassed now, and were glad for the darkness of your room as you nodded not looking him in the eye. He was curious now. He never seen you this shy. He hooked a finger under your chin, making you look at him in the eye as he asked.
-What did you dream about doll? -his voice was so low, almost like a growl.
-I.. um.. well first you just kissed me.. then it slowly went further and further every night... - you tried to look away from him, but he didn't let you.. He leaned closer until his next question was only whispered on your lips.
-So that's what i've heard just now.. You were touching yourself thinking about those dreams? - you felt embarassed again, but if he didn't let you look away, you'll just close your eyes... Then you bit your lip before nodding as you felt his finger trace down your neck slowly.
He sucked a bit of air in seeing your answer, he felt himself already hardening just at the thought. He pressed a featherlight kiss on your lips, testing the waters. When he moved away you whimpered and moved after him, taking a hold of his hand. When you looked him in the eye you weren't sure what you saw. It was as hearing your words, and kissing you was all he ever wanted, but as he hated it at the same time.
-I shouldn't be doing this doll... God knows it's all i ever wanted but.. i shouldn't... Steve... - he said, making you sigh.
-He didn't wanted me to be an avenger either.. I am a grown woman and can make decisions myself wether he likes it or not.. But if it makes you this conflicted then just go... -you said as you turned your back to him, hiding yourself into your pillows and blanket.
He sighed and left. As he closed the door he heard your sniffles... he knew he fucked up big time...
The next two weeks it was you who avoided him. If he couldn't see you the grown woman you are, he isn't deserving of your thoughts and never was. Tonight most of the team were going to your usual pub to dance and drink. It wasn't often that most of you were in the compound at the same time without the world needed to be saved. You were dancing with Thor as your dad and Bucky arrived. Bucky glanced at you then turned his head... You hated him and had every right to.. At least Thor didn't care about Steve... he thought as he clenched his jaw.
Steve just sighed as he sipped his beer.
-When did she grow up? I can't keep worrying about the time she'll come home with someone who will take her away... I can only hope we showed her what kinda guy she should go for.. - he smiled.
Bucky just clenched his jaw again, angrily sipping his beer.
-I would be most glad if she'd came home with someone like you Buck, then i'd know she'd be in good hands and protected and stuff.. - Steve said not looking at Bucky, instead of looking at you dancing with Thor.
Bucky's eyes shot to you, as Thor whispered something into your ear making you throw your head back laughing.
-Yea well... let's hope he doesn't fuck it up.. like i did. - he says, only whispering the last part, making sure Steve did not hear it.
Steve sips his beer, looking at his friend then you, then Bucky again. He saw the pain in Bucky's eyes as Thor's hands were snaking around your waist, holding you closer. It took everything in him to tore his eyes away from you, so he didn't see when you looked at him, before leaving him on the dancefloor alone as you went to search for Nat.
Steve smirked. He knew this game, your mother did the same when he fucked up.
Now he understood the rest of the team... Just this afternoon they were making bets about how much time would it take a certain someone to rip Thor off of you, as he was the only one who dared to do this, possibly angering your father as well. The certain someone was Bucky for sure.
YOu were back, grinding against Thor, your back to his chest, as his hands rested on your hips, while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear while secretely looking at Bucky, making you smirk. At least that's what he thought. He ordered a whiskey and downed it in one go.
Steve laughed, earning a look from Bucky.
-You know.. her mother did the same to me when i fucked up.. - he said smiling. - there was one time, in the very beginning, when i was a foolish teenager and couldn't decide between her and some blonde plastic chick, she got Scott to act like her new boyfriend, after two days, when he nearly kissed her after they won the football game i just couldn't keep it anymore. I marched up and knocked Scott out. Told her she is the only one i ever wanted and the only one i'll ever want...
-Yea but why do you think i... ? - asked Bucky, but got interrupted by Steve.
-Well i know her, and i know you... I see how you look at eachother... and I'm not against it you know... You're right for eachother. - he said with a fond smile looking at you, while Bucky's eyes widened. Looking at you, then looking at him, then back at you.
-Go get her tiger.. - Steve said snorting at how eager Bucky stood up and marched towards you.
Thor's hands left you as he held them up in surrender, as Bucky grabbed your face and kissed you in the middle of the dance floor passionately, making everything and everyone else disappear around you. You melt into his touch.
When he let you go, he pushed his forehead to yours and just stared into your eyes.
-Came to your right mind Buck? - you smiled.
-You could say that... i also got your papa's blessing.. - he smirked before throwing you over his shoulder and walking out of the pub, only putting you down on his bike.
When you got back at the tower, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. You kissed passionately until he pushed you up to his now closed door, as you snaked your legs around him, smiling. The kiss he gave you was calm, as if he was savoring it. It wasn't urgent anymore, he wanted to take his time.
-I.. it's been some time since i've done this doll... - he said, putting you down carefully.
-It's alright... we don't have to do anything you don't want to.. - you said smiling.
A smirk appeared on his face. -Shouldn't i be the one who says that doll? -making you giggle as you push him to sit down on his couch. You took a step back, biting your lip before dropping your little red dress on the floor, leaving you in your matching red lace bra and panties.
-Fuck me.... - he said looking you over as you moved to straddle him. His hands immediately went to caress up your thighs only to stop on your buttcheeks, as he hide his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you sweetly, surely leaving a mark. You throw your head back, only to hear him whisper into your neck.
-How did i get so damn lucky? - before he squeezed your butt and brought you to sit over his hard on. You nearly moaned as you felt how big he was, you started to slowly grind down on him. He stood up, with you in his hands, kissing you as he walked to his bedroom, dropping you on his bed. He towered over your body, holding your hands above you with one hand, as his other slowly wandered towards where you wanted him the most. As he started to circle your clit through the fabric of your underwear, he watched your face, admiring how responsive you were to him. When he heard your breathing become uneven he stopped, smirking down at you. Your eyes shot open as you took his hand and showed it down your panties while saying : "Don't you dare stop Barnes" earning a chuckle from him, before he started kissing down your body, lowering himself to be inbetween your legs. You felt his hot breath even through your now soaked panties. He slowly lifted a finger, hooking it under the soft fabric, pushing it to the side, before licking along your slit. The moan that left your mouth was possibly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. Your fingers found his hair and he didn't mind one bit. He added two cold, metal fingers to your needy hole as he continued licking your clit, the sensation being even better than you imagined. Soon enough you were trippling over the edge, gushing around his fingers. He lifted them to his mouth while looking you straight in the eye. He then lowered himself next to you, cuddling closer, giving you slow kiss.
-Oh no no Mr. Barnes.. we are not finished.. - you whispered between kisses.
-I don't mind.. i just wanted a taste.. - he said.
-Well too bad i want you to make me yours fully... - you said seductively, as you moved on top of him, your pussing sliding along his shaft making him shudder.
-God.... woman... you make me crazy... - he said eyes closing, as he enjoyed the little game you were playing. You continued to slide your folds up and down his shaft, before he had enough and throw you on your back, pinning your arms above your head, showing his dick deep in you with a single thrust, earning a moan from you. His other hand went to your throat as he continued to fuck you into oblivion. Your second orgasm neared as he kept pushing the spongy soft inside that made you scream. You squirted on his cock, gripping him thightly and soon enough he came inside you as you were trembling around him. After a few lingering kisses and breaths he picked you up and took you to his shower to clean you up. You giggled at how boyish he looked while doing it. He saw you looking at him, a hint of worry crossing your eyes.
-I hope you are not thinking about what i think you do doll. I want you for good. Not for a night or a month. It's not a game alright? - he said cupping your cheeks, popping a small kiss to the tip of your nose. - I want to fall asleep and wake up holding you, i want to make you happy. - he continued as he gave a little peck on your lips, before intervining his fingers with yours. You just nodded, the butterflies in your stomach making it impossible for you to speak. He gave you one of his henley-s to sleep, while he went for a simple boxer. You fell asleep on his chest, so peaceful and content... It all felt like a dream.
The next morning you woke up to the sun shining harshly in your eyes. You turned around only to find yourself being wrapped in strong arms and smushed into a strong, tiny bit hairy chest. You moaned a bit, enjoying the warmth.
You heard a light chuckle then HIS morning voice followed. Gosh this was surely your new favourite thing to hear.
-Go sleep a bit more dolly, i'm not ready to wake up and let you go. - murmured Bucky as you smiled into his chest, which slowly turned into a giggle.
-Whats so funny, huh? - he asked eyes still closed, holding you closer. You rolled on top of him, propping yourself up just enough so you can look in his eyes. His hands started to caress your sides and back lovingly under his henley as he finally opened his eyes, smiling at you.
-Does this mean i'll have two oldies forbiding me of going to missions? - you asked, still giggling. He lifted one of his eyebrows, smirk forming on his handsome face as he started to tickle you, while turning you both around, so that he was seated between your legs.
-I'll show you who's old dolly... -he said before kissing you passionately.
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The jangling of your car keys caught Bucky’s attention, and he watched with a furrowed brow as you slipped your feet into your boots. Tonight was supposed to be a cozy night in for the two of you- no distractions, no work-talk, and no random, solo outings. He caught your eyeline and quirked a brow in your direction, “Where are you running off to, doll?”
“I just gotta go back to my place real quick, I forgot something,” you leaned over the back of the couch and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be right back, I promise”.
A dramatic huff left his chest, “but baaaaaaaaby…” He pressed himself up from the couch cushions and made grabby hands for your cheeks. “Don’t leeeeeave,” he pouted, “what did you forget?”
“Oh, um, just a sleep shirt…” You twirled a strand of hair between your fingers, knowing damn well Bucky didn’t want you to leave. And you didn’t want to go, it was a necessary evil- in your mind.
The frown immediately melted from Bucky’s face, “You don’t need a shirt, sweets. You don’t have to wear anything to bed at all…” A sly smile perfectly punctuated his less than subtle flirtation- and you couldn’t help but laugh. His strong hands slid down your body and laid their firm grip on your ass, giving it a squeeze.
“Buck, it’s like twenty degrees out. If I don’t wear a shirt to bed, I’ll freeze my tits off-” you crossed your arms over the tits in question, “and I know how much you love them- so I’m guessing you don’t want that to happen”.
A vehement shake of Bucky’s head confirmed your suspicion. “But I don’t want you to leave, baby. Just wear one of my shirts! Whichever one you want- it’s yours.”
Bucky was wholly yours. He offered himself to you, completely and totally, and that included all his earthly possessions. He left his spot on the couch and took your hand in his, “one of my henleys will probably keep you warmer than a t-shirt, anyway. Win-win.” He gave your hand a gentle tug and did his best to lead you to the bedroom, but you hesitated.
“No, really, Buck. It’s okay, I can just go get one of mine and-”
“Baby, ‘it’s like twenty degrees out’,” he quoted you to yourself, “why would you want to go all the way back to your place in this weather when you can just go pilfer through my dresser?” He gave your hand a light squeeze, “Really, I don’t mind. Come on, let’s get you something comfy”.
Bucky robbed you of all reasonable excuses. The repeated refusals you threw his way were simply no match for his kind, giving nature. All he ever wanted to do was help. He wanted to bring you the same happiness and comfort you granted him. And if something as simple as loaning you a shirt would save you a trip in the cold, he was more than happy to oblige.
But you wished he’d accepted your first rejection to his offer. It wasn’t like you to ever distance yourself from Bucky, and no part of you actually wanted to make the trip home. But a familiar anxiety resurfaced as Bucky dragged you to his dresser.
You watched as Bucky dug through his drawers in search of the perfect shirt. He deemed a few of his shirts too itchy, while referring to others as “not comfy enough”. The rejected shirts fell to the floor one after the other, forming piles near Bucky’s feet as his ferocious hunt continued. He had the perfect shirt in mind for his best girl, and wouldn’t rest until he’d found it.
“Oh! Here it is… this one- this my favorite shirt” he unearthed a red Henley from his drawer and displayed it to you proudly, “it’ll look great on you.” He held it up to your body, smiling as the fabric dwarfed your frame. He’d always wanted to see you in his clothes, and felt his cheeks aching as he smiled at the thought of you in his shirt. He’d offered you sleep shirts a few times here and there, but you were always always prepared with clothes of your own.
It seemed like every romantic movie he watched with you featured the beautiful ingénue wearing her lover’s shirt, and Bucky wanted to see his ingénue do the same. He’d never gotten the chance to wake up next to a woman he loved, her beautiful body cloaked in his clothes- but your forgetful moment while packing your overnight bag had granted him just that.
A hesitancy kept you from taking the shirt. In all honesty, you wanted to strip out of your clothes and wrap yourself in the fabric that remained laced with Bucky’s scent. Ever since you’d gotten together, you’d been tempted to drown yourself in his soft shirts and comfortable hoodies- but you wouldn’t dare tell him. Instead, you always double and triple checked your overnight bag, making certain you had everything you needed- and a few extras just in case.
“Are you sure?” you almost reached for the soft red fabric, but recoiled at the last second. “I can just run home, I really don’t mind.”
“Just put on the shirt, doll”, Bucky tossed the garment your way and crossed his arms over his chest. “I know you waaaaant tooooooo”.
And he was right. Layer by layer, you shed your clothes and slipped Bucky’s shirt over your head. The worn fabric rested gently against your skin, cloaking you in comfort and warmth. And suddenly, you hated yourself for always bringing pajamas to Bucky’s apartment. An unexpected ‘hmmm’ emanated from your chest as you reveled in the safety of Bucky’s scent. There was something so homey, so intimate about wearing his clothes. The only thing better than his arms wrapped tight around you body was his cozy shirt cloaking you in comfort.
Bucky couldn’t stop staring at the long sleeves dangling over your hands, the hem falling below your perfect ass. It was just too cute, seeing you dwarfed by his shirt. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe you were real- but believing that you were actually his proved even harder.
“Better than a t-shirt?” Bucky shot you a wink, all too pleased with himself.
With all your might, you tried to fight the smile that threatened to breach the surface. But Bucky’s goofy side got the best of you. “Yeah…” you muttered, “Way, waaaaaay better”. Nothing you owned could ever come close to the all-encompassing comfort of Bucky’s shirt.
Without warning, you launched yourself into Bucky’s arms. He caught you with ease, holding you close as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. No moment had ever been as perfect, as tooth-rottingly sweet. Wrapped in Bucky’s cozy shirt and strong arms, you could’ve died happy.
“I’m so glad you like it, baby…” Bucky couldn’t help but beam. He always saw himself as inadequate, having nothing of any value to offer. You were the epitome of perfection, beautiful and sweet and kind- and he was the former Winter Soldier with PTSD and a staring problem. But seeing you so earth-shatteringly happy to be wearing his shirt melted his heart. He couldn’t believe he’d been the one to make you smile that way, and vowed to do it for the rest of his life.
“You should just keep it,” he said, too over the moon to care about losing his favorite shirt, “it’s yours now, doll.”
Bucky’s words brought your rush of happiness to a screeching halt. “Buck, no. I can’t take it-,” You stared at him with big, uncertain eyes, “it’s your favorite”.
But Bucky would hear none of your refusals. “No, you’re my favorite. Plus, I want you to have it! It would make me very, very happy, baby.” He adjusted your lopsided collar and brushed your hair out of your face, drinking you in, “it looks perfect on you. And this way, you’ll have it while I’m away on missions, you know?”
His words turned your cheeks a bright shade of pink, and on the surface, you appeared happier than ever. But conflict raged inside you. This was the sort of romantic thing you’d dreamed of, but never dared act out. Knowing Bucky was more than happy to sacrifice his favorite shirt just for you made you feel loved, made you feel special. But it stirred your anxiety none the less. You couldn’t just steal his clothes- especially not his favorite shirt.
“But are you-”
“Yes, I’m sure!” Bucky laughed, “Baby, you literally sighed with relief when you put it on- I can’t just not give it to you!” Bucky knew you were sweet and always selfless, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint your reluctance to accept his offer. He knew you loved him, loved being his best girl- why the hesitancy?
“Can we compromise?” You slipped from Bucky’s arms and stood before him, offering your hand for a shake. “How about I sleep in it for tonight- and then I wash it and give it back? And then, if you’re still sure about giving it to me, you can- HEY!”
Bucky’s broad shoulders connected with your thighs as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. “No compromises!” he shouted as he flopped you down on to the bed, “No compromises!” His hands made quick work of your sides, tickling you until you begged for mercy. One threatening hand hovered just above your ribcage, teasing you with more uproarious torture, “You still wanna compromise, doll?’
“No, I- truce! Truce!”
“You sure?” he ghosted a few fingers over your side, “you suuuuuure you’re sure?”
“I’m sure!” you shrieked, “I promise!”
Bucky peppered your face with kisses, dotting them along your forehead and cheeks before landing one on your lips. He was certain your adamant refusal to accept his shirt had passed- but something was off. A strange tension kept your smile tight-lipped and your jaw tense, as though you feared you were in trouble.
“Is something bothering you, sweets? You seem kind of anxious…” He helped sit you up and pulled you into his lap, “what’s goin’ on?”
Dread eclipsed any sliver of levity left within you- and suddenly, you hated yourself for ever making this an issue. You should’ve just accepted the stupid shirt and ‘accidentally’ left it behind when you went home. Simple as that. But no, you had to make it a big deal, drawing attention to yet another one of your idiosyncrasies.
“Ugh, no, I’m fine. I just-” you huffed, “obviously, I’ve got some like, weird habits and tendencies and stuff. And I have stupid anxieties about random things…” A strong rush of shame pulled your eyes down, fixing your gaze on your hands.
Bucky refused to let you alienate yourself that way, “hey, I have anxiety about random things, too. I had a panic attack on the G train last week because someone dropped their aluminum water bottle and it was just a little too loud for me.” He tilted your chin upward, “so it’s okay. Just talk to me”.
A frustrated sigh forced its way from your chest, “I hate, hate feeling like an imposition or an inconvenience or an annoyance…”
Bucky stared at you, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you never elaborated. “Um, sweets, I don’t- I’m sorry, I’m confused. What does that have to do with the shirt?”
“Taking your shirt makes me feel like an imposition!” you nearly shouted. “Like, right now, I am incredibly comfortable because this shirt is fucking cozy as hell. But, my brain is like, vibrating with anxiety. I borrowed my ex’s shirt for a day once because I spilled coffee all over mine, and he gave me shit about it for months. He always made me feel bad- like I was an annoyance or a bother…”
Bucky’s heart broke.
“He always made me feel like I was inconveniencing him with my presence. He’d invite me over but… He never let me just, I don’t know, hang out there- even on the weekends. If I slept at his place, he’d wake me up at eight in the morning and tell me I needed to leave, almost like I was a booty call. He didn’t want me borrowing his jacket if I was cold or impeding his space in any way. I asked once if I could leave a toothbrush at his apartment, and he got angry at me- said it was ‘impolite’. I was with him for quite a while, and he did a lot of things like that... the entire time we were together, he acted like everything I did was a nuisance. My existence was an imposition.”
Puzzle pieces of your behavior slowly began falling into place for Bucky. He’d noted a few of your habits that struck him as a little different, but he never brought them up. He’d never say anything and possibly make you self-conscious. But now that you’d drawn him a picture, he understood.
“So, that’s why you always pack a bag when you come to my place, instead of just leaving some things here? Even though you’re here almost every night?”
You nodded.
“And why I have to very explicitly and clearly invite you over- like you’re a vampire?”
“Yeah…”
“And why I have to basically beg you to just laze around here with me?”
“Mhmm”.
“And why you always knock, even though I gave you a key?”
Another nod.
“And why you insisted on making the trek home in below freezing weather just to grab a t-shirt?”
Once more, you nodded with downcast eyes.
“Oh, baby, that’s- I’m sorry”, he wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter, holding you close to his body. “That’s terrible. I mean, letting your girl wear your shirts to bed is like, the bare minimum. And he really- I’m sorry, I can’t get past him waking you up just so he could kick you out.”
The memories of those days were embarrassing, sometimes even a bit shameful. You’d known at the time that you didn’t deserve to be treated like a burden, but it took you nearly three years to leave. And even though you hadn’t spoken to or seen your ex in years, the ghosts of his mistreatment still haunted you.
“Can you look at me, doll?” Once you dragged your eyes up to meet his, Bucky took your face in his hands. “I want you to hear me very clearly when I say this, okay?”
“Okay…”
“You are not, never have been, and never will be: a bother, a burden, or an inconvenience of any kind. You can wear my clothes, eat my food- steal my car, I don’t care, doll. I am yours, completely and totally. I want you here. Always. You can never overstay your welcome or impose- this is just as much your home as it is mine. Sleep in, leave a toothbrush here…Hell, you can leave an entire wardrobe in my closet- I’ll put my clothes in garbage bags.”
You laughed at his exaggerations and dramatics, but his lighthearted words carried an air of seriousness. Bucky wanted you. He prioritized you and cherished you, to the point that you sometimes thought he was a little nuts.
“Buck, I can’t tell you how- I’ve wanted to hear that for…years,” you nuzzled your face into his neck, happily breathing in his warm scent. “You have no idea the weight you just lifted off my chest- I’ve kind of been living my life on eggshells, trying not to step out of line. It’s been…uncomfortable.”
“Well, you don’t have to do that anymore. Break the eggshells, doll. Step outta line- there are no lines in this relationship”.
Bucky’s talent for eliminating your anxiety always blew you away, no matter how many times he pulled you back from the brink. But the tension still lived inside you, lying dormant until the perfect moment to strike. “I can’t promise that I’m not gonna feel this way next month or next week or tomorrow. So, I just wanna say sorry in advance for-”
“Baby, don’t apologize. You don’t have to, okay? I know better than anyone that a few nice words from your significant other can’t instantly fix your problems- if that were the case, I wouldn’t have panicked on the subway”. He shot you a wink, but dropped the goofy grin as he stared down at you, “any time you feel this way, any time you need reminding- just tell me. I’ll be more than happy to say all of this again. Because I love you, I want you- you’re my girl. And I’d do anything for you”.
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Summary: you and Bucky have been co parenting for 3 years. You’re re-married and he’s still in love when you go through a dramatic experience that makes you finally open up about your husband.
Warnings: miscarriage, mentions of blood, hospitals, ambulances, depression, toxic and mentally abusive relationship, death, funerals. Also major Bucky fluff, because you need a warning for fluffy Biker Bucky
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“Okay, little man it’s time for bed.” You heard Bucky’s voice from the living room. Him and your son, Bennet, had been watching Benny’s new favorite cartoon since Bucky arrived 3 hours ago. He had been excited, all week, to introduce his dad to the new show he was watching.
“But Daddy-”
“No buts. Your mom said bedtime was 9:00 on weekends and you gotta listen to your mom, Buddy. She’s tired too.” Bucky says gently as he stands up grabbing a few of the things the two of them had managed to throw about. “Will you help me pick up these dishes, Bensy-Boy?”
Bennet just giggled at the nickname. He grabbed a few cups and the boys made their way into the kitchen.
When they reached their destination, Bucky was not happy with what he saw. His face dropped instantly.
It was you standing at the sink, still washing dishes. It seemed like you were always slaving away doing something around the house when he was here.
“Do you even know what it feels like to sit down anymore?”
“I gotta stay busy, Bucky.” You say almost frantically.
“Yeah I know,” he mumbles sadly as he paces over to you. He drops a few dishes in the sink and turns around to Bennet.
“Hey buddy, why don’t you go ahead upstairs and brush your teeth, I’ll be up there in a second.”
Bennet just smiles and nods, always excited to do anything his dad tells him to do. Bucky watched as the boy runs up the stairs before yelling a quiet “walk please” and chuckling at his hyper son.
He turns back to you, watching you scrub desperately at the plate in your hand.
“Come on, it’ll still be here in the morning, you need to rest.”
You didn’t answer, you just picked up another plate and started washing.
“Y/n, I’m serious, you just had surgery you need to lay down.”
“Can’t.” You say quickly, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.
“Yes you can, come on, I’ll take care of the dishes.”
“No, Thomas won’t like that.”
Thomas... the absolute bane of Bucky’s existence. Thomas.... the new husband with a corporate job who always works too late, never able to do so much as help his depressed wife with the fucking dishes.
Thomas is a piece of shit is what Bucky wants to say. But he doesn’t. Now is not the time to be arguing about your new relationship. You two have had that conversation before and it didn’t really go in Bucky’s favor.
“Y/n, honey, it’s just dishes. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Bucky turns off the water and you don’t even have enough energy to fight him.
He hands you a towel to try your hands on while he turns out the kitchen lights.
He let’s you walk up the stairs first, slowly following in behind you. You both can hear the water running in the bathroom from Benny brushing his teeth.
The water turns off as you reach the top step and the little boy you both love more than anything in this world proudly steps out of the bathroom and into the hallway. His big blue eyes shinning and a smile on his face.
“Look Daddy! I put on my jammies on too!”
Bucky beams at him “good job buddy! Go on to bed and I’ll be in there in a second to read you a book.”
“And Mommy?” Benny asks with a grin.
Bucky could practically hear the incessant voices in your head screaming at you. He knew the struggle it had become to even spend time with your son, and how much it pained you to feel that way when your whole heart belonged to him mere months ago.
Bucky had always been a present father in Benny’s life, even after your breakup. He’s never missed a game or a birthday party. These past 5 years, he’s fully devoted his life to his son as much as he could and you never stopped him.
Your break up was mutual. Sometimes people just don’t work out. Neither of you wanted your son to grow up in a house full of arguing. During your time together you both had said some pretty hurtful things, all in passion of loving the other one too much. But you were young, too young to have a kid and too young to be making the decision of who you’d spend forever with.
You took primary custody of Bennet, moving back in with your parents. They didn’t like Bucky very much, but they’ve grown a civil relationship after they saw how good of a father he was.
Bucky sees Bennet probably just as much as you do during the week. You take turns dropping him off at school and picking him up. Bennet has his own room at the garage and you know he loves his room there more than here. Bucky helps with school projects and volunteers for things at PTA fundraisers. He’s very popular with the moms, they practically drool over him but Bucky’s too busy enjoying his son to even notice them, half of the time.
Maybe that’s why you were so trusting when it came to Thomas. Bucky had never not been a good dad, and it must have made you naive to the world because when you met Thomas, your heart eyes instantly turned into rose colored glasses and you married him after a year. Bennet was 3.
At first, Thomas was really great with Bennet... well that’s what you would say but if you asked Bucky he was “doing the bare minimum to sleep with you”
You would just brush him off when he brought up Thomas and all things he didn’t like about him. Maybe it was selfish and careless of you but you wanted to believe he was good.
1 year later, you started trying for a baby. You were ecstatic, and even Bucky was happy for you. You were a great mom, and you and Thomas seemed to be doing really well in your relationship.
That was until you actually got pregnant 6 months ago. At first, Thomas was happy but soon you became a chore to him.
He was distant and neglectful.
All you could think about was how attentive and nurturing Bucky was when you were pregnant with Benny. Making you dinner every night, elevating your feet when your ankles would swell and even helping you bathe sometimes. You were his angel.
Bucky wasn’t surprised when you had first mentioned Thomas’s change in behavior. And yeah, maybe venting to your baby daddy/ex boyfriend about your current husband wasn’t the best idea but you didn’t seem to have many friends anymore. Thomas always gave you a reason to not like them or not trust them, so it was easier to just not have any.
Bucky was the only one he couldn’t convince you to cut off and even if he could, you have a child together so you would have to interact eventually. Maybe that’s what Thomas hates Bucky so much.
You never seemed to notice the tension between the two, but Bucky certainly didn’t shy away from it. Bucky was an intimidating guy. He’s all motorcycles, buzzcut, tattoos, chains and jeans while Thomas is more “I get my suits custom tailored.”
But even through all the bad things you had told Bucky about Thomas, you could usually defend him for most of his actions... it was bullshit reasons in Bucky’s opinion but he tried to keep the peace.
Until recently. For the past three months Bucky had been daring Thomas to show his face around him again. He wanted to fucking pummel him into the ground.
Not after what Bucky witnessed. The look on your face when you woke up in the ambulance, screaming and crying.
Thomas knew your pain and chose to ignore it. Ignore you, Bucky’s whole world.
Bucky can remember the moment it happened, three months ago.
You and Bucky had been with Benny at a school fair. It was October, so it was time for the annual Fall Fest. Bucky had volunteered to stand in line with Benny and ride all the rides with him, while you enjoyed your funnel cake from the bench. You had been getting motion sick easily since you got pregnant, so rides were out of the question.
Thomas had originally suggested you just let Bucky take Benny to the fair while you stayed home and waited for him to get back from a business dinner.
Despite how demeaning he sounded, you just smiled and declined the suggestion, saying “I won’t get to do many things like this when the baby gets here, plus I wanna spend time with Benny before he thinks he’s too cool for me.” You giggled gleefully and Thomas just rolled his eyes.
But despite Thomas’s pleas, you were still here, sitting at the small school fair watching your boys hop from ride to ride.
“Let’s go check on mommy, before we do another ride.” Bucky said to his son as they exited the large metal ride.
“Okay!” Benny agrees. You had always wished he agreed with you the same way he did Bucky but you could except that he thought Bucky was cooler than you.
You smiled as Benny raced towards you, past his dad. He sat down next to you and stole a piece of your funnel cake, getting powder all over his mouth.
“Are you okay? Daddy said we should check on you!” He says using the nonexistent filter from his brain to his mouth.
You giggle at his honesty and nod. “I’m feeling just fine, Benny.”
Bucky called bullshit almost immediately. Your voice sounded strange and you seemed weak as you held the plate in front of you. You looked wobbly.
You knew Bucky was basically a human lie detector, so you glanced at him with a smile trying to hide your lightheadedness.
“How about I get us some water?”
“I want a slushie!” Benny squirmed next to you.
“Okay Bud, you got it!” Bucky says as he walks towards the concession stand.
He’s not even in line yet when he hears “mommy wake up!” He whips his head back towards Benny’s small, panicked voice. “Daddy! Mommy won’t wake up!”
Bucky’s running back towards the two of you. You’re slouched to the side, eyes closed and poor Benny is desperately trying to hold your dead weight up.
Bucky reaches you, sitting you up and diligently looking you over, and that’s when he noticed the red blotch covering the inside of your thighs. You were bleeding.
A commotion of bystanders quickly formed around them, and someone was already on the phone with emergency services.
Benny cried and Bucky died a little inside.
It was a scary night. Benny had refused to leave your side since they allowed visitors in your hospital room. Bucky had been sitting outside in the waiting area with Benny while your new husband, Thomas, was perched up by your bedside, pretending to be the concerned lover.
At first Bucky was focused on comforting Benny. But the calmer Benny got, Bucky finally let himself feel everything his heart had been trying to feel since the fairgrounds.
A nurse noticed his distressed state and took him to get his blood pressure taken. They gave him some food and crackers to settle the nauseous look on his face.
It mostly helped, and Benny thought the machine they used was cool, so it was a small victory for the otherwise completely dreadful day.
Bucky never got to come back and see you.
Thomas had taken Benny back, saying “she’s just too overwhelmed to see anyone right now.”
Bucky was distressed but he understood. As long as you were doing better then it was okay if he didn’t get to see you. He wouldn’t dare be that selfish.
Now, it was 3 months later and you had refused to talk about it. Bucky assumed you were finding solace in Thomas but he would be very wrong.
You had tried to express your feelings to your husband but he seemed to be indifferent about the subject and blame you for his “pain” at the same time.
So you kept to yourself, filling your day with busy tasks until the doctor cleared you to go back to work.
You hadn’t had any appetite since that day so you’ve dropped quite a lot of weight. Bucky always made sure you ate when he came over. Thomas seemed to appreciate your new, barely fed physique. Again, Bucky wanted to pummel him.
“Mommy?” Benny asked again, confused by your silence.
Bucky reached out and grabbed your hand, grounding you a bit. He gave it a slight squeeze of encouragement.
“Yeah sweetie, mommy will be there too.” You said, blinking away a few tears.
Benny ran back into his room with a new excitement.
Bucky takes you to your bedroom where he helps you change, brush your hair and gently wash your face. He notices a few silent tears slipping out of your eyes by doesn’t mention it, he just wipes them away.
When your skincare is done and your teeth are brushed, he pulls you into a hug and you sigh with a bit of relief.
Even the smell of him brings you comfort.
You suddenly feel a lot more relaxed and ready to cuddle with your son. Bucky didn’t know it, but you’ve been putting a lot of your self care on the back burner since you lost the baby. It all seems obsolete and time consuming, and your dreaded it everyday.
And without even asking Bucky noticed your distress, took care of you, and even remembered your skincare routine.
“Bucky would do that for anyone in my situation” is what you tell yourself. But Bucky knows and Thomas knows that Bucky still loves you, and he would do anything for you. He would be anything for you, even if you never wanted him as anything more than a friend. He would always be here. There was nowhere else he’d rather be.
You sighed and lifted your head from his chest. “Benny’s waiting, and he’s been really excited to show you the new books he got at school.” You smiled. It didn’t quite reach your eyes but it seemed genuine, and Bucky could bask in the little bit of joy you were expressing for just a moment. You hadn’t done that in so long.
“Y/n, you can go to bed, I’m sure Benny will understand.”
“No, Bucky. He’s just a kid, he shouldn’t have to understand what his mom is going through. And I’ll be damned if I let it affect my relationship with him anymore.” You pulled away, turning out the bathroom light. “Plus, I really like when we all spend time together as a family.”
Family. Bucky smiled. “Yeah me too.”
You followed in tow behind Bucky, as you stepped into Benny’s room.
You settled in on the right side of Benny’s bed, and Bucky was on the left. Benny was cutely wedged between the two of you.
For about 15 minutes, Bucky held one end of the book while you held the other, flipping the pages. Bucky read to Benny, per Benny’s request, and you would make all the sound effects the way you use to when he was littler.
Soon, you heard snoring and You and Bucky both chuckle at the sight. Benny was passed out. Hair in all kinds of directions, mouth open and drool on his chin.
“I guess tv nights with dad aren’t for the faint of heart.” You teased.
Bucky laughed quietly as he turned off the bedside lamp.
“Yeah, the Where’s Waldo puzzles got pretty wild.” He gave you a look and you giggled.
You both sat in silence, enjoying the presence of your sleeping kid.
“Bucky?” you whispered over Benny’s head.
“What?” He whispered back, looking at you in the moonlight that was peaking through Benny’s curtains.
“Thank you.” You said simply. You knew Bucky assumed you were saying thank you for taking care of you earlier tonight, but you meant it in so many ways for so many things, you couldn’t even count.
“You don’t have to thank me, Malyshka, you would do it for me.” He says softly, reaching his metal hand over and brushing some hair behind your ear.
Tonight was the most physical affection you’ve gotten in nearly 5 months, and you could feel yourself getting emotional. But you didn’t cry. You haven’t cried since that first night, it’s all seemed to dry up.
You smiled at Bucky, but he didn’t miss the sadness in your eyes.
Bucky’s hand dropped from your ear onto Benny’s pajama clad stomach. His metal arm always cooled down Benny while he slept.
A few moments passed, just the two of you listening to Benny’s snores. You had been so quiet that Bucky could have sworn you were asleep, until he heard you mutter something.
“He asked me what I was making for dinner.” It almost sounded like a confession.
Bucky didn’t know what to say because he was a bit confused, but he locked eyes with you and it encouraged you to continue.
You peered down to make sure Benny was really asleep before you unfolded yourself from the bed, cueing Bucky to do the same. He pressed a kiss to Benny’s head before following you out the door. You say at the top of the stairs waiting for Bucky to join you, and when he did, you continued.
“Thomas. The night I lost the baby, while I was in the hospital. He asked me what I was cooking for dinner, because he was hungry. And he said he was hungry because I made him miss his business dinner.”
Bucky could feel his blood boiling at the sound of you broken voice. Bucky never knew what happened in your hospital room. He was only mad at Thomas for not allowing you to have a funeral, like you had expressed you wanted to do. Bucky had never seen you in that kind of pain until that day, sitting in the back of the ambulance with you while you screamed and cried. You had no idea what to do, and once you had settled down, you expressed your desire to have a funeral for the baby. The only thing you asked for and Thomas vetoed it like some kind of law maker in your life. “It’s a waste of time and money”, he said.
“Y/n, honey, I know you don’t like me saying this, but Thomas is fucking asshole.” Bucking whispered the last words extra quiet incase little ears decided to wake up at any second.
You didn’t even argue, you just sighed and said “I just don’t wanna lose again.” You voice was so weak.
“Lose?”
“I lost you, I lost my baby, I almost lost Benny because I’m so depressed. I can’t lose anything else Bucky, no matter what it is. I can’t take another loss.”
“Baby, you didn’t lose me.” And yeah, maybe Bucky should cool it with the pet names for his ex-girlfriend/baby-mama who’s remarried, but he can’t. You are his baby, his honey, his sweetheart, his malyshka. There’s no one else who’d take your place, in a million years.
“I lost you way before we split, you know that.” You exhaled.
“No, Honey-” Bucky started but you interrupted him.
“Stop calling me those names.” You said sternly.
“Why?” He was taken aback.
“Because I like when you call me them but I’m not your honey, no matter how much I want to be.” You admitted involuntarily.
“You want to be?” Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Of course I do Bucky. You were always my first choice.” You affirm his growing heart. He takes a second to bask in your confession before he realizes you’re probably just saying this out of emotional frustration.
“As much as I love hearing that, you have a husband, y/n. You never married me. You chose him.” Bucky wasn’t saying it in an accusatory, but more like trying to point it out to you.
“I have a husband on paper. A husband that won’t even touch me, or kiss me. He just wants me to sit and wait for him. He doesn’t love me, he loves that I let him control me.” You say, dropping your eyes in shame. “And as for you. I didn’t marry you because you were already married to the club. What we had was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love and I was ready to give up everything for you. I did, and you already gave up so much for me. I couldn’t ask you to give up the club too.”
“Y/n, if you asked me to, I would give it up right now just to sit at your feet until you called for me. I would sell everything I own just to wake up to you every morning. Y/n, you have no idea how much power you have over me, and yeah maybe it’s a little unhealthy but I’ve never trusted anyone with life the way I trust you because I know I can. I trust you enough to trust you.”
Your eyes were glossy and you could feel yourself getting torn up inside so you decided to lighten the mood.
“Not even Dot?”
Bucky’s heart melted all over again when he saw your teasing grin and mischievous eyes.
He laughs and says “she sure was crazy wasn’t she?”
You smiled bigger and nodded. Bucky sighs, looking over at you picking at your fingers, nervously.
“I’d give up everything for you and Benny. I just don’t wanna mess it up. Benny’s old enough to know now. Just the other day, he asked me why Thomas and I weren’t talking. He asked if we got into a fight.” You breathed out with some stress to your voice.
“Parents fight all the time, y/n. We’ll handle it as it comes. You’re an amazing mom, I can’t imagine you can screw it up too terribly.” Bucky chuckles, happy when he gets a smile from you.
“You’re an amazing dad too, Bucky.” You compliment him and he bashfully grins as he looks down.
He glances back up to see you still looking at him. You both lock eyes and there’s a tension lingering in the air from your sudden emotional conversation.
You don’t know when but you find yourselves leaning into each other but Bucky stops you.
“I’m sorry, y/n. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing than kissing you. But I don’t want you to regret it. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it the right way. We’ll wait until you’re divorced. I just know you’ll beat yourself up over it if you don’t and I don’t want it to become something Thomas can hold over your head.”
A smile replaced your confused face. You brushed a hand over his. He knew you so well, always trying to protect you.
“You’re right. And since we’re making demands,”
“I wasn’t demanding you” he laughs at your exaggeration.
You don’t miss a beat while continuing. “I wanna real house. Not the garage. A small house that’s white and has a front porch swing.”
Bucky chuckles at your eagerness. “Whatever you want you will get.”
You squeeze Bucky’s hand. “I’ve really missed you.”
“I’ve missed you so much baby. I love you, I never stopped.” Bucky kisses your hand.
please, can you do CNC x loki smut. don't do it if you not comfortable enough, thank you, love
You'll learn to love me
A/N: my mind was whirring for this so I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: CNC, knife play, kidnapping, wait and see for the rest!
A trip to the market was on your agenda today. You had planned to go down into the market to pick up a few things to prepare dinner tonight for yourself. It had been a while since you had treated yourself so you thought it would be a lovely change, to have a grand meal cooked and to enjoy it on your own by candlelight. Pulling on a simple green dress, leggings and a cardigan with leather boots, you headed out the door and down to the market.
You passed by many different stalls set up for trade and you smiled as you passed them, grinning as people welcomed you and blessed you to have a good day. You danced with the little girls that passed you by, scolded the boys who tried to gang up and bully a girl for wanting to play with them using a sword and you just enjoyed being among the citizens of your small town.
You smiled as you passed stall after stall, looking for ingredients for your dinner. You bought a few vegetables from a farmer and smiled politely as he nodded to you before you were walking on.
As the day reached noon, you decided to stop off at the baking stall to grab you and your beloved some treats. You bought some brownies, muffins and also some bread before you moved on. You relented easily though and picked out a brownie, lifting it to your lips before someone bumped into you.
"Hey!" you called out into the crowd as the cloaked man disappeared into the masses of people. Shrugging, you lifted the brownie back to your lips and took a large bite out of it before placing it back in the bag to finish later.
You didn't get much further before the world started to spin and you had to get out of the sunlight. Finding an alley, you leaned against a wall to catch your breath as your body started to feel numb. You decided that it was time to get to your house if you were starting to feel this tired but you found that your body wouldn't listen to you.
Everything felt so heavy and your head was so dizzy that you couldn't think straight. Before you knew it, you were falling forwards, completely unconscious. Luckily, you felt someone catch you before you could hit your head. Unluckily, you didn't know that and didn't feel yourself being whisked away in a flurry of magic.
Cold awakened you from your sleep and you instinctively tried to reach up to rub your eyes but your arms would not move from above you. Odd, you pondered silently, body shuddering from the cold, I didn't fall asleep here, did I?
"You're finally awake," came a voice from the darkness and you opened your eyes slowly to see someone emerging from the shadows. A sense of fear washed over you as you recognised his face, he was the guy that attacked New York! "I had thought you would sleep forever, lazy bitch."
"Where am I?" you snarled, glaring at the God as he approached you. he chuckled and cupped your chin but you forced your head to the side to avoid his grip, "answer me, coward!"
Loki chuckled and grabbed your chin more forcefully this time, forcing you to look into his brilliant emerald eyes. His lips curled into a snarl as he glared at you, "you do not get to ask such questions. Your king has not allowed it."
"My King?" you spot, terror and rage building inside of you, "I have no King, you disgusting scum!"
Loki chuckled and reared his hand back before slapping you across the cheek, "you do not address your King as such. You need to be punished."
With a click, the shackles holding your hands in place disappeared and you took your chance. You sprinted past the God, tracing every wall to try and find a door but your heart sunk when you found none. You were trapped in here, no doors, no windows, no way of escape. You pressed your back to the wall as you watched Loki approach, horror painted all over your face.
"Now, pet, where did you think you were going?" Loki purred, his rich voice floating through your ears.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted a knife sitting on the edge of a table. You could try to slit his throat and escape, digging might do but what would happen if you couldn't? You'd be stuck here with his dead body for eternity. Still, you took the chance and grabbed the knife, lunging at the God with all of your might only to fall through him as he dissolved in a glow of green.
Dumbfounded, you looked around in horror before you choked back a gasp when a dagger was pressed up against your throat and Loki's body was pressed against your back. "Try that again, pet, go on, I dare you," Loki snarled, the dagger pressing harder into your throat and you felt a faint trickle of blood when he retracted it slowly.
Gasping for breath, you turned to face him with your hand over your neck, "are you crazy?! You could have killed me!!"
"But you asked for it, pet, you are the one that attacked me first," Loki retorted easily, looking down at his black nails before looking at you with a brow raised, the dagger being passed through every finger on his other hand without him looking. "Now that you seem to be past your disobedience, pet, I need to punish you."
In the next moment, your dress was stripped from you along with every other item of clothing. You covered yourself quickly but green shackles formed around your wrists and spread them out to the sides as more shackles kept your ankles in place. Your eyes widened in fear as you glared at him, "let me out of these shackles, monster, what if your brother hears of this!?"
Whack!
You froze in shock as your breasts erupted in pain but soon it melted into sinful pleasure. Your eyes darted back to Loki, who was now holding a flogger, and your eyes widened in realisation. "Where am I?" you tried again, your hands trembling in the shackles, "where. Am. I?!"
Loki tilted his head and a sharp grin raised on his lips before he whacked the flogger against your breasts again and you shrieked but he knew the secret pleasure. Oh, he could smell it! You didn't want to admit it but you were tempted, you were getting aroused.
"Monster, am I?" Loki cooed, stepping back and coming back with a chain in his hand. He walked close to you and smirked as your eyes met his in terror, "why don't we test that?"
When Loki pulled back, you felt tightness on your nipples and looked down to see that he had clamped your nipples. Loki chuckled and brought a finger under the chain, curling it around the chain before tugging. The shriek that erupted from your lips was music to his ears.
"Such a slut," Loki smirked, tugging again and watching you whimper in pain, "such a dirty slut, getting turned on by your kidnapper. What's going on in your mind, pet? Do you want my cock too?"
You shook your head, trying to display how much you didn't want that but he only hummed and walked closer to you, cupping your dripping core and whispering 'liar' into your ear as he sunk two fingers inside you, making you cry out and shake your head more.
"You're so wet for me, pet," Loki smirked as his fingers trusted in and out of you, listening to your pleading pants and whines, "such a dirty slut. Who in their right mind would get off from being fingered by a psychopath?"
Loki's teasing made tears form in your eyes as you tried to fight the shackles and tried to push him out of you. Instead, Loki smirked and curled his fingers, hitting that best spot inside you and you cried out, your orgasm washing over you in a powerful wave. Dazed, you whined and tried to push yourself away from him desperately.
Loki retracted his fingers from your cunt and smirked as he made you watch him suck your juices off his fingers, "you taste so sweet, pet," the God teased as you sobbed and hung your head.
"You...you won't get away with this," you spat, sneering at him as he merely smirked at you, "the Avengers will come find me."
Loki laughed and walked around you, the flogger appearing in his hand again and he slapped your arse five times, watching you whine and cry every time, "the Avengers will not come for someone like you. Just one person out of seven billion, you are worthless to them! So you will be here with me, as my pet."
You glared at him and snarled, "I will never be your pet, monster."
Smirking, Loki grabbed your chin and tilted his head, his pale skin shifting to that of a rich azure, his emerald eyes shifting to enticing ruby red and you felt your legs ache as his clothes disappeared alongside the shift. He was bare for you and you couldn't help but stare at his impressive cock.
"You're staring, pet," Loki teased with a sinister grin, his fingers hooking the clamps on your breasts and tugging again, his cock twitching when you whined and moaned, "you're such a slut, moaning for more from a monster."
"St-stop..." you tried, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you stared up at him, "please..."
Loki chuckled and green surrounded you, changing your position so you were up against the wall, your hands shackled above you with your arse on display for the Jötun. The God hummed and slapped the flogger against your arse again.
"Count, and thank your King," Loki snarled, bringing down the flogger again and at your silence, the chain connecting the clamps on your nipples was pulled downwards, making you whine and sob, "count, bitch."
Whack! "Thank you, my king!" you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks even as your pussy got wetter and wetter.
Whack! "Th-thank you, my King!"
Whack, whack, whack! "Th-tha-thank you, Loki," you moaned, screaming when the chain was pulled down further. Realising your mistake, you sobbed, "'m sorry, my King, 'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, slut," Loki snarled, "for that, I am going to put you through the worst torture. You deserve this."
You whined as Loki's magic gleamed between your legs and a buzzing started over your clit and you moaned in pleasure, biting your lip as the vibrator started to stimulate your clit in the way that you needed. Another shimmer and your back was to the wall, your arms chained above your head and your legs spread apart and shackled to the floor.
Loki stepped away from him, his hands glowing a deep emerald before he looked at you victoriously, "I will be back in a few hours, pet, a Prince of Asgard has much to do."
You watched him shimmer away and you whined, looking around your prison.
~~~~~~~
Three hours. That bastard had left this vibrator on your clit for three hours and had even taken away your ability to cum. Every time you were about to roll over the edge into bliss, the sensation would just ebb away on its own and you sobbed, wishing for just one orgasm.
The familiar sound of Loki's shoes clicked on the stones and your head weakly lifted up to glare at him. Smugly, he took your chin into his hand and tilted his head, "what do you say, pet?"
"I'm sorry, my King, I'm sorry for addressing you incorrectly. Forgive my rudeness," you responded meekly, staring up at him, "please let me go."
Loki chuckled and shook his head, "no."
Your legs became unbound as Loki stepped between them, wrapping them around his waist and keeping them there with his magic as he got rid of all of his clothes and forced his cock inside you, moaning as you screamed in pain, the buzz of the vibrator not helping in the slightest.
You felt so full of him, you shook your head and tried to kick your legs as he started to thrust into you. You started to whine and cry until you were magically turned around, your legs still wrapped around Loki's waist as he thrust into you but your torso was now held against him too with the smooth metal of a dagger pressed to your neck.
Stunned, you immediately stopped crying to stare down at Loki's hand holding the dagger to your neck. He fucked into you at a ruthless pace, his cock hitting all the best places in your cunt as he moaned and threw his head back, bliss consuming him while completely disregarding your pleasure.
The blade to your neck was steady even with Loki's erratic pace and you cried out, feeling another orgasm approaching but you supposed that Loki would keep it from you. Instead, Loki ripped the vibrator from your clit and he started to circle it roughly, his thrusts matching the pace of his fingers as he groaned behind you.
"Cum, slut, cum for me and scream my name," Loki demanded, the dagger digging into your neck more as he got closer to the edge and you whined in pain, the dagger retracting minutely at that.
Your orgasm ripped through you, feeling like you were struck by lightning as your body twitched and convulsed, your walls pulsing around his cock making Loki moan and release inside you, resting his head between your shoulder blades.
As you came down, you realised that your legs were no longer wrapped around Loki and your wrists had a balm rubbed into them to stop the soreness.
"Loki..." you whispered softly and the God looked up at you from rubbing a balm into your sore pussy and legs. You smiled and ran a hand through his hair, "I love you..."
Doubt filled Loki's eyes as he stood, cupping your cheek and resting his forehead on yours, "are you sure? I didn't mean to hurt you, if I did..."
"You didn't..." you whispered softly and smirked up at him, "next time, you pretend to be the clueless mortal."
"There's a next time?" Loki smirked and you nodded, squealing when he picked you up, conjured clothing onto you and dissolved the illusion of the dungeon before walking through the door from the spare room in his chambers to the couches by the fire.
Usually, you would rest between Loki's legs by the fire but this time, he laid you down on the couch and rested his head on your stomach, his arms wrapped around one of your legs as you both watched the fire.
"Thank you for trying this," you whispered, your fingers twirling through his hair, "I actually liked that side of you."
"NEVER mention my brother during our acts again," Loki muttered, a laugh bubbling in his chest.
tropes ✎ avenger!reader / enemies to lovers / smut
warnings ✎ masturbation, dom/sub, nipple play, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, peter parker doesn’t just have bde he has a big dick, handjob, voice kink, grinding, cowgirl, multiple orgasms
summary ✎ on a mission with the avengers, the team unexpectedly crashes at a motel and you get stuck sharing a bed with peter, who you can’t stand. to make matters worse, you’re ovulating and can’t sleep without touching yourself.
a/n ✎ hey besties, i’m reposting because it didn’t show up in the tags yesterday :(( like i said yesterday, i’ve been dying to write and post fics for a long time but i was too insecure and scared to try. part of the reason why i was inspired to make a new blog and give it a try is because of the great writers i followed so i want to thank @duskholland @worldoftom @venomsilk @vendettaparker @userholland @t-lostinworlds for their beautiful writings that motivated me so much when i need it. you’re all icons ♡
You were in hell.
No, really. You weren’t much of a religious woman but right now, you felt like there was some deity out there who had decided to curse you with the worst luck possible. Here you were, doing a good deed by helping free people being held hostage by a Hydra subdivision, and you were rewarded by Tong making you share a room in a dusty, cramped motel with another Avenger you couldn’t stand. Just your luck, there was only one bed and, after almost killing each other to see who would take the floor, you both gave in.
And now you were lying next to the guy, sharing his body heat, whilst your own body was thrumming with arousal, at the height of ovulation. And Peter, deep asleep as he was, smelt fucking heavenly, like your very own personal temptation.
There was no chance of you sleeping. None. Not with your thighs rubbing together as you lay on your side. Not with the way Peter was shifting behind you. You closed your eyes and prayed. Whatever you had done, you would undo it. You didn’t care. You would do whatever it took. Just take away the need, and you would serve soup at a homeless shelter for a month if it meant being able to get some rest.
You squeezed your eyes shut, taking deep breaths. A minute passed. Then another. Another. You listened to your heartbeat and Peter’s even breathing.
Cursing silently, you shuffled away from him. “Peter,” you whispered.
No response.
Spider boy was dead to the world.
You carefully slipped one hand down to unbutton your jeans, and made as little movement as possible to work your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. Pausing, waiting. No response from your companion, so you pushed a little further, stretching your underwear. The noise of the slick between your thighs was audible and you winced, waiting for something, anything. Peter was still asleep, so you swiped your fingers up your slit. Shaking at the abrupt touch, you forced down a gasp, and drew your hand up just a little to stroke in minute circles against your clit.
Trying to keep yourself still was difficult. You needed more friction, more speed, but your arm shook and so did your hip, tugging at the blanket thrown over the both of you. Your other hand slipped over your mouth, pressing down hard to muffle the soft whining that tried to escape you. And when Peter shifted behind you with a soft noise, you ripped your hand out of your pants, swallowing.
You paused, listening, waiting, wondering if he was going to stir and catch you in the act. The sound of his breathing as it evened out seemed so loud in the otherwise silent room. It must have been several minutes before you dared to slip your fingers back to where they were. You bit down on your lip, rubbing gently again, keeping your arm so tight to your body that your muscles started to ache. But it was worth it – the pleasure was slowly growing between your thighs, and the fabric of your panties muffled what must have been an impressive wet noise.
Peter arched, groaning, and rolled onto his back. Freezing, you yanked your hand out again, placing it on your stomach. Other than a long, deep exhale, he didn’t move, but now his arm was braced against your back, the warmth of his skin bleeding through your thin t-shirt. You pressed your lips together, and then you shuffled a little further away. The blanket slid up, just about covering part of you, and cool air wafted against you. Gritting your teeth against the sudden cold, you took a deep breath, then slid your hand back down once more. Just one orgasm. Just one. Then you could sleep.
You wriggled your panties down into your pants, fingers going straight to your clit. You needed to make this quick and quiet. So you moved in fast little circles, your hand over your mouth again as you tried to stop your hips riding your hand they way they seemed to be trying to. The wet noise was almost audible now, and your cheeks burnt with embarrassment. If Peter woke up right now—
Oh god, he was a fucking coworker you didn’t like, and here you were touching yourself whilst he slept beside you. And yet you didn’t stop, pressing your head into one of the pillows beneath you that Peter had brought along for the mission. Bad idea. He had apparently used it before, and it smelt of him, masculine and arousing. The scent seemed to drop straight to where your fingers were stroking, and you whimpered.
Peter stirred.
You froze. Fuck, fuck—
Nothing.
You almost growled. It was like he was unwittingly edging you like this, interrupting you before you could reach that edge. God. What you wouldn’t give for him to just fucking slide into you, right now. His fingers, his dick, whatever he was willing to spare for you. You needed it.
Wetting your fingers with your slick again, you returned to touching yourself, panting softly into your hand. You couldn’t keep doing this. You were going to go insane. The need throbbed beneath your fingers, like an ache that wouldn’t go away, and you moved your hand to bury your face in the pillow, sneaking your fingers up to play with your nipple. Anything for more stimulation, for more touch, for more.
Your thighs trembled, and you fought to keep them from moving too much, to give yourself just enough space to touch without broadcasting to your sleeping companion that you were trying to cum with him lying next to you like this. Your breathing came sharply into the pillow as the heat coiled beneath your fingers and began to grow.
Peter rolled onto his side once more, chest towards your back, and you bit down a whimpered curse as you stilled. A shiver rushed through you, and you wanted to scream.
A low chuckle filled the air, curving down your spine like a warm touch. Your eyes shot wide open.
“You’re the least subtle person I know, Y/N,” Peter murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
That heat between your thighs throbbed again. “You were awake,” you panted.
“Yeah sweetheart, I was awake the moment you said my name,” he told you. “But you didn’t say it again, so I thought I’d wait and see what you wanted. And let me tell you, I wasn’t disappointed in the slightest to find out.”
You stilled. “I—I’m sorry,” you stammered. “I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to—“
“I’m not mad, Y/N,” he said softly. “Hell, I was waiting for you to ask me for a hand.”
Your mouth went dry and you immediately found yourself wondering what Peter’s big fingers would feel like between your thighs, working your through that urge. “You,” you swallowed, “you’re…ok with…me…”
“Y/N,” his voice was breathy, “Just tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
You felt hot. “I just…I need…something.”
“How about we get your clothes off and I start you off with my fingers?” Peter suggested gently. “Then maybe after that you might be able to think clearer.”
Warm fingers wrapped around your wrist, and you watched as Peter eased your fingers out of your pants. Warm golden light filled the space when he switched on his lamp, and he let go of your wrist to hook his fingers into one of the belt loops on your jeans, tugging you back under the blanket so that your back was pressed against the firm slope of his chest. Your ass met his hips, and oh, ok, ok.
Peter tugged at your pants, working them down to your knees. Your thighs were wet, and you bit your lip as he pulled them up to slide your jeans over your feet. There was a soft sound as they were tossed with their bags, and then Peter’s hands were at the hem of your shirt, stripping that off. You were quickly left in just your bra.
“I’m going to pull the blanket down, ok?” Peter asked.
You nodded. “Sure.”
Peter folded the blanket over, baring your torso, and you arched to let him unhook your bra and slide it off you. Your nipples were immediately obvious, but you didn’t have time to cover yourself before one hand was cupping a breast, the other tossing your bra to join the growing pile of clothes. The big, warm hands groped at you gently, thumbs pebbling the stiff nipples, and your hips bucked. Your ass rocked against his erection.
Peter rolled you onto your back, and knelt up over you. His head immediately dipped to your breast, and his now free hand slipped between your thighs. You almost choked on your moan. His fingers were big, and rough, and they rubbed gently against your clit with just enough friction to have you almost sobbing at the touch.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, and ran his tongue over your nipple.
You squeaked, grabbing hold of the blanket, and Peter reached down to guide your hand to his shoulders gently as he stroked a little faster.
“You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart,” he added. “Must hurt where my fingers are, huh?”
“God,” you gasped, “yeah, it hurts…”
Peter gently probed at your slit with a finger. “I can fix that.”
“Please,” was the only thing you said.
If this were any other time, you would be more coherent, more sexy, more verbal, but Peter slipped a finger into you and you threw your head back and moaned. His thumb came to rest on your clit and began to rub, hard and fast. Tremors rocked your body at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, and Peter leaned over you, his mouth on your nipple, one hand resting on your head as his finger fucked you. The wet noise of that combined with the wet noise of his tongue, and you gripped his t-shirt tight, your hips bucking desperately into his hand.
Peter brushed another finger along your slit, and slowed his hand down, gently working it into you. You whined, another tremor rocking you, and you tried to relax. Peter’s thumb kept rubbing at your nub. Your nails dug into him. Peter grunted softly, and when he had gently spread you open for him, he sped his hand up once more, angling his fingers to—
You came with a cry, clamping down on his fingers and wriggling your hips desperately as the sudden orgasm washed over you. Holy shit. Holy shit. You weren’t the most experienced woman in the Avengers, sure, but coming that quick, that hard—? You could hear yourself whining as Peter worked you through it, all the while his lips sucked at your nipple and his thumb rubbed at your clit until your muscles felt like water.
Your hips quivered as he kept stroking, the sudden electric overstimulation pulling a groan from you. Peter nodded wordlessly and slipped his fingers out of you. Laying back, you watched as he raised his hand to his mouth and began to lick his fingers clean. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. He kept those big brown eyes on yours as he did so.
“Is,” you swallowed, your lips trembling, “this your wicked plan to have your way with me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter teased, leaning over you. “I’m just doing you a favour while you’re suffering.”
You rolled your eyes. “Sure, sure, you’re totally,” your words caught in your throat as his hips slotted between your thighs, “free of ulterior motives.”
Two strong arms came down either side of your head as Peter leaned closer, the warmth of his defined abs separated from your own by the old white t shirt he wore. Fuck, he was broad. You had always wondered what the hell that spider bite did to him to make him that big. And yet he didn’t scare you. Sure, you’d seen superheroes and mutants and super soldiers before, but a boy like Peter who’s your age, a boy as powerful and relentless as him, there should’ve been something stressing you about him. Especially since neither of you like the other and are always fighting even during missions, driving Tony and Steve crazy. Though you had to admit, you probably would have been just as turned on by him if he was scary.
So you had a thing for putting yourself in danger…
“Well, that depends,” he murmured. “Are you feeling better?”
“…what happens if I say no?” You asked.
Peter grinned. “I have a couple ways of dealing with that.”
You blinked. “…yeah? Does one of them involve needing protection?”
“Probably.” Peter looked at his bag, then at you. “But if it helps, I’m clean, and since my spider-bite, I don’t even know if I have a chance of knocking anyone up.”
Still, you watched him reach over into his bag, and he pulled a little foil packet out of one of the pockets, handing it to you. His hips pressed against yours as he did so, and if he was trying to hint at something or if it was a genuine mistake, well – you neither knew nor cared, because you could feel his cock pulsing through his jeans. You couldn’t believe Peter Parker had a big dick.
“Your call,” he said gently.
You blinked. “…what’s the thing that doesn’t involve needing protection? Just…so I know.” Jesus, there was no way that thing was gonna fit in you.
“I mean you might have noticed I’m a pretty talkative guy and I like to run my mouth,” Peter said.
Your brow arched. “Are you being delicate with me? Right now?”
Peter gazed at you. “Not a fan of delicate? How about I just offer to eat you out then.”
You swallowed, nodding as your breathing wavered a little. “That…that works,” you agreed.
“Glad to hear it.”
Peter’s head immediately ducked, and you watched, squirming a little, as his lips pressed to your ribcage. The slide of his skin tickled yours as he slowly kissed your stomach, then your hipbones, and then two fingers were spreading your thighs wider, and his tongue licked a long, broad stripe up from the base of your slit to your nub.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” You gasped out as his nose was pressed directly against your clit. His lips surrounded it, sucking.
“Hard and fast or do you want a bit more to build you up?” Peter asked, his voice muffled.
“Whatever means you don’t fucking stoP!” You yelped. “Oh fuck, don’t—don’t be a dick about this!”
“Yes ma’am,” Peter chuckled.
One hand slung over your belly, holding you against his mouth, as the other cupped your breast, gently squeezing, playing with the nipple. Your hands clung to Peter’s head, your nails digging into the scalp. Peter purred pleasantly, the vibrations hitting your clit and jolting your hips into his mouth.
You abandoned holding his hair, rocking desperately against his mouth as the man between your thighs—oh god what was he doing with his tongue, fuck yes—ate you out like you were his last meal. You slung your thighs over his shoulders, your heels digging into his muscular back as you thumped your fists against the lumpy mattress beneath you, sucking in heavy breaths.
Your back arched as he abandoned pinning you down to grab both breasts, his thumbs teasing and tugging at your nipples. You watched him play whenever your eyes could meet his, looking at the mouth and the pink flash of tongue and always those big brown irises, looking at you like he could give you head blindfolded.
Oh my god maybe he could.
Nails dragged over your ribs, down your belly, before fingertips ran over the scratches and back up to play with your breasts again.
“Peter,” you felt your stomach swoop, “Peter, fuck, oh my god, fuckfuckfuckfuck—”
Both your hands clapped over your mouth as he pinched gently at the stiff peaks of your breasts, and you came with a muffled scream, your hips riding his mouth frantically. He just pulled you closer, let his lips rub against the sensitive nub of your clit, of your folds, and shook his head to work that friction until you were sobbing beneath his tongue.
You twitched beneath him, your skin oversensitive to even the gentlest brush, and Peter let your whimper under him like that for a good few seconds as his tongue lapped gently to bring you down from your orgasm. Slumping limp against the bedding, you panted sharply, whining when the bastard kissed at your thigh, scratching you. A thumb teased your nipple. You slapped his hand away, and all he did was chuckle.
“God you’re cute when you’re coming,” Peter murmured, and damn him if that didn’t make you throb. You’d barely recovered from your last orgasm, you didn’t need to want another one.
“Shut up,” you panted.
He was watching you the whole time as he wiped your slick off his chin, somehow managing to look innocent like he hadn’t just had you screaming into your own hand, and slid down onto the mattress to lie next to you. He didn’t speak, just waited.
That throbbing didn’t go away.
You looked at the little foil packet. Then you looked over at Peter, and one hand reached for the button on his jeans. He didn’t help or hinder you, just let you unzip him, tug down the hem of his jeans and push your fingers past his black boxers.
Yeah, he was about as big as you thought he was.
You felt yourself throb again. Well, if all else failed…
“Is that gonna fit?” you heard yourself ask.
Peter threw back his head and laughed. “Fuck, that’s a question I like hearing,” he admitted. “It should do, never had a problem with it before.”
You swallowed, and Peter arched up to let you pull his jeans down until his boxers were visible. Reaching in, you freed his cock from his boxers, and ran your fingers over it. Peter moaned softly.
“You often get asked if it’ll fit?” You asked.
Peter reached over, his fingers slipping beneath your chin. “Y/N. You don’t have to.”
Your brow furrowed. “I never back down from a challenge. You know this.”
“I don’t want you hurting yourself because you’ve got something to prove,” Peter said softly.
You shot him a grin. “Worried you won’t last, Spider-Man?”
You barely saw his hand grab your waist before you were being tugged into his lap and Peter was sitting up, shucking his shirt off. “My dick is a one and done offer, but remember what I just did to you with my mouth and hands,” he purred. “You’re practically in heat so I need to make sure you’re completely satisfied. And I’ll take as long as I need.”
You exhaled heavily. “You always this talkative?” you croaked.
Peter kicked off his jeans and moved you to straddle his waist as he tugged his boxers down. You felt his cock just about pressing against your clit, still erect enough to be able to do so.
“So,” Peter’s voice cut through your thoughts, “you want the condom?”
You shook your head. “Nah.”
He nodded. “Ok. So, what’s your favourite position?”
“Uh,” you paused, “I—I don’t know, I haven’t exactly done all that much.”
Peter nodded. “Stay in my lap then, it’ll make it easier for you to control things like that.”
How could he say this in such a blasé way? It was like he was discussing the weather. You just nodded, watching as he sat back, and then you clambered onto him. Your eyes found his cock, and then your hands, wrapping around him and rubbing gently. The man beneath you moaned, brown eyes disappearing briefly as they shut.
“Move at your own pace,” he said softly, and lay down, his hands running up your belly to cup your breasts.
Your lashes fluttered as your wrist jerked, moving slowly up and down his cock. Shuffling forward a little, you braced the tip of him against your folds, wetting him. His tongue flicked out to lick his lip, and his thumbs gently circled your nipples as you lowered yourself. The slightly burn of the stretch was more from your lack of action than lack of preparation, and you kept it slow, letting yourself adjust as the first inch filled you. A soft moan filled the room, and you shut your eyes.
“You ok?”
He was watching you when you opened your eyes, hips dropping a little further. “Yeah,” you breathed, grasping his forearms as the next inch slipped in. Another moan, louder this time, escaped you. His eyes were fixed on you, gauging your every reaction, checking for pain, for nervousness. You let a little more of him fill you. “You gone all shy, Parker?” you added.
His brow rose. “You’ve got half of my dick in you and you think I’m shy all of a sudden?”
You spluttered, pausing. “You’re not talking,” you pointed out.
Peter grinned at that. “You want me to talk?”
Fuck. You’d been caught. “It’s just weird you’re not running your mouth, that’s all.”
Peter’s eyes were fixed on where you were slowly slipping more of him into you. “That’s what you’re telling yourself, huh? Whilst you’re naked and sinking down into my lap? After I just made you cum twice?”
You stuck your tongue out at him, and Peter reached up to drag your head forward so that his mouth pressed against yours. Heat surged through your body, and you returned the kiss eagerly as your ass met his lap, legs draped either side of him. Both hands came back to your breasts, palms rubbing against your nipples, and you braced your hands on his chest as your back arched. Your hips rolled a little, working gently back and forth on him. A low groan buzzed against your lips.
“All yours, Y/N,” Peter murmured softly, and nipped at your lower lip.
“You’re not gonna help?” you teased.
His eyes glinted. “Later. When you ask me to.”
As you used his chest to lean up and start to rock, you had to wonder what he meant by that. But it didn’t take you long to stop caring about that once you began moving your hips.
Your eyes closed, and you began to roll, back and forth, the pressure of him filling you sating some of that irritating need that had been plaguing you all damn day. And for all the thickness of him, you were wet, and there was no trouble letting him work in and out of you. The rough pads of his thumbs on your nipples sent little flecks of heat to your core as you rode him, and he seemed content to let you do what you liked without much other than a few soft groans.
“S-so.” You opened your eyes and your mouth went dry at the sight of the pale grey eyes gazing up at you in curiosity. “W-what? What’s the look for?”
“You’re cute,” Peter told you casually, and his thumb slid down between your thighs.
You bowed as he began to rub at your clit, and now his hips started to oh so slowly thrust up into you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he kept it languid and casual, like it was no big deal that there was a woman on top of him with his dick in her.
Fuck. Maybe this was no big deal.
“Penny for your thoughts, Y/N,” Peter drawled. “You ok?”
You nodded. “Been a while.”
His thumb pressed a little harder and you whined. Licking your lips, you arched and started to move a little faster in his lap, breath catching.
“You’re quiet,” you muttered.
“Y/N,” Peter grinned, sounding genuinely amused, “are you saying you like the sound of my voice?”
Your cheeks burnt. “I’ve heard worse,” you muttered.
Peter snorted, and bucked his hips a little harder, his large hand palming your breast. “So you want me to talk to you while you ride me, is that it?”
“Mmm, maybe,” you whispered.
He smirked. “Sure. I can do that.”
Bracing yourself on his chest again, you sat up and began to bounce on him, a soft gasp escaping you. Peter’s breath came gentle but sharper, and the smirk wavered just a little.
“How long have you wanted to fuck me, Y/N?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes even as a soft wave of heat rolled over you. “Not answering that!”
“That,” he exhaled, “is code for ‘since I met you’ isn’t it?”
Groaning, you nevertheless sped up as the touch of his thumb started to work you slowly up, pleasure building gently. “Shhh and let me, mm, do this,” you complained.
Peter just laughed, the sound breathless and punctuated by sharp pants. “Hey, you asked me to talk,” he reminded you.
“Regretting it,” you panted.
There was a wet noise coming from between your thighs, and Peter’s hips rocked a little as your nails dug into his skin, the wiry hairs that covered his chest brushing against your fingers. Your eyes met his for a moment, and when he ran his tongue over his teeth, all you could think of was how he had reduced you to a mess with just his tongue. Shivering, your eyes closed, a bolt of heat pulsing around where he filled your.
“So should I shut up?” he breathed.
You groaned as you sped up, chasing that coiling heat. “F-fuck, just d-don’t stop!”
“No?”
His thumb slowed down just a little, enough to be noticeable, and you keened, your body moving frantically against his to make up for the loss of sensation.
“Fuck you,” you groaned. It wouldn’t be long. Your body was tensing, expectant of the relief.
“That what you’re into?” Peter’s thumb pressed harder all of a sudden, moving faster. “You like thinking, fuck, thinking ahh- about me taking- taking it away, Y/N? Leaving you hanging?”
A frustrated noise ripped out of your throat. “Don’t you dare!”
Almost—
There was a soft chuckle below you as you closed your eyes. “C’mon, Y/N.” His thumb—
You let out a sharp cry as you came around him, nails raking down his chest and pulling a sharp gasp from his lips before his moans curled along your skin with each clench of your walls around his cock. Your lips parted, heat flushing your body, and you shook in his lap. His name escaped you, filling the room, and finally you sagged against him, breathless and hot.
“Better?” Peter asked cheerfully.
“Yeah,” you gasped, slumping down onto his chest. “Yeah, I’m, I’m good.”
“Glad to be of service.” His hands gently grasped your shoulders, gently stroking, and you felt him twitching inside you.
“You—right, you didn’t,” you managed.
“Nope,” he agreed. “I can take care of it, though.”
You sat up, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine. You can—I’m good. Just give me a second and you can—yeah, go ahead.”
You were on your back before you even realised it, the man kneeling above you, arms caging you in. You gasped as he gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head.
“This ok?” he asked casually.
“Yeah.” You wriggled your hips. “Should’ve known you mutant types were into this.”
Peter just chuckled. “You think a radioctive spider made me kinkier?”
Your thighs slid around his hips. “I’m just saying. You all get worked up so easily and that radioactivity combined with your skintight suit can’t be helping your temper.”
“My deepest,” his hips slid forward to meet yours with a gentle slap, “apologies, Ms. Y/N. Here was me thinking you enjoyed the skintight flight suit and mask.”
You moaned gently. “…all right, maybe it’s not the worst.”
“I knew you secretly liked it.”
And then he was fucking you, driving down into you fast and hard. Your head fell back as you arched up into the movements, heels digging into his back. The sound of them was noisier now after you’d gotten what you needed from him, and you felt less desperate now. You damn well hoped so, after three orgasms.
Possibly four, if he was determined.
His breathing was heavy, and when you looked up, gazing into the brown eyes, you found them lidded and hazy. It was a good look on him. You’d seen the full spectrum of his emotions, and here and now, with him leaned over you, it was the first time there hadn’t been a hint of sadness in there. You bit your lip, wanting to kiss him all of a sudden.
“Feel better?” Peter panted, his large hand spanning your hip, thumb rolling over your clit again.
“Oh fuck,” you whined, eyes fluttering shut, toes curling. “A-again?!”
“Can’t, god, can’t have you waking up in the—the night just to—mmm—get yourself off,” Peter teased with a wavering smirk that was undermined by his breathlessness.
“Much—much appreciated!” You managed to shoot back, but the way he was drilling you like this was rubbing up against your sweet spot, and you were starting to feel that heat coil between your thighs again even though you weren’t certain you’d get there before he did. Still, you cracked your eyes open to look at him, green meeting silver.
“Glad to be of service.”
His eyes shut tightly, and he trembled, his nails digging into your hip as his lips curled back over his teeth. A growl rumbled in his chest and his muscles tensed. It was—god, it was something to watch. You had never had sex with a guy who was as ripped as him before. In the dim light, the cuts and ripples of his muscular chest shone even before. Not to mention the freckles on his nose and that tongue.
“This—fuck—it’s ridiculous,” you complained, the frustration in your words as tattered by the moans that escaped you as his smirk had been. “H-how are you, fuck, this attractive?”
The brown eyes opened, meeting yours. “Keep talking.”
“Nnfuck.” You strained against his hands as took him in. “A-aren’t you d-done yet?”
“No.” It was firm. His thumb moved faster. “Talk.”
“Too good for the d-damn Avengers,” you gasped out, as your toes curled. “Way too good!”
“Yeah?” His voice was ragged all of a sudden.
“Seriously,” you moaned, “you’re all like this- and- god- th-they’ve got sticks- up their-!”
Peter’s thrusting was growing uneven, and you weren’t going to last much longer either. His fingers flexed around your wrists, reminding you of all that power coiled under his touch, capable of pinning you down, of hurting you, but you knew he never would.
His teeth flashed in a grin. “C’mon. Cum.”
You obeyed, tipping over that edge and clamping down on him for the second time this evening as he fucked you through your fourth orgasm. Thumbing at your clit, he was shaking, but he didn’t stop, not until you were groaning from the sudden sensation of too much. Then his hips were sliding away from yours, and the hand on your wrists gripped his cock and stroked rapidly. Twitching, he spilled onto your stomach.
“Fuck,” he breathed, slumping onto his knees.
You were still panting from your own orgasm, the strings of his cum hot and wet on your belly as you lay back. Arms still above your head, your eyes closed, and you let your legs relax, swinging wide open against the floor below you. After a moment, Peter fell to his side next to you, raking his nails through his chestnut curls. Slowly, the sweat began to cool on your skin, and you shivered.
“Let me.”
Peter moved around to your right, and a few moments later, you felt a cloth wiping the mess from your skin. You rubbed your eyes, exhaling heavily.
“That was good,” you murmured.
“Good?” he repeated. “Fuck, I’m losing my edge.”
The cloth left your belly. you rolled over, looking at him. “Fine, fine. I’ll stroke your ego. That was perfect. I needed that.” Your brow arched. “Better?”
Peter grinned. “Absolutely. I enjoyed myself too, in case you were wondering.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Your ego.”
“Almost as big as my dick.” Peter reached for his clothes. “You wanna dress, or sleep naked?”
“Naked,” You replied, pushing yours above your head. “We can just snuggle up.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Peter pulled the blankets back, and shuffled closer to you, rolling you into his arms and tucking you beneath the covers. You curled into the warmth, relaxing.
“Next time you feel the urge, you’re welcome to ask for it whenever,” Peter murmured in your ear.
Summary // Bucky has yet another nightmare, and you take care of him. Just a short fic with tons of fluff.
Word count // 909
Warnings // Plenty of angst, fluff, Bucky has hearing aids cause I say so, brief mention of a cat and… that's about it. Enjoy!
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Crash!
You woke up in a sweat, the thick cotton sheets sticking to your body like Saran Wrap. You peeled them away from your limbs while still mostly asleep, and it slowly registered that something had woken you up other than your poor summer bedding choices. Your first groggy thought was the cat, and the second —of course— was…
“Bucky.” You sleep-drunkenly croaked your roommate’s name. You swung your legs out of bed and onto the cool laminate, breathing a sigh of relief at the cold touch of your cheap flooring. The “plap plap plap” of your bare feet was the only sound in the flat as you shuffled towards Bucky’s room, running a hand along the wall to guide yourself.
You gave the door a few gentle taps with your knuckles before letting yourself in, the instinctive mental preparation for aiding Bucky somewhat sobering you as you entered.
“Oh… Buck.” You sighed.
The supersoldier was sitting on the floor by his bedside, his knees tucked up to his chest with his face buried in them. He was curled in between the window AC unit and his bed, like a frightened stray dog in an alley. It hit you how cold the room was fairly quickly; it was a stark contrast to the muggy rest of the apartment. It almost would’ve been refreshing if your friend wasn’t in such apparent distress.
You approached him slowly; noticing that his hearing aids were laying on his bedside table, you knew better than to startle him when he was like this. A gentle tap on the shoulder alerted him to your presence, and he jumped a little as he turned to face you. His stubbled cheeks were stained with tears, and his blue eyes were wide with fear.
“Hey Bucky, it’s just me. I just came to check on you.” You murmured reassuringly. He just planted his forehead back on his knees and shook his head.
“I’m fine. Go back to bed.”
Decidedly ignoring his order (you had known him long enough to know this was on the “not fine” end of his mood spectrum), you placed a hand lightly on his shoulder.
“Did you turn the thermostat up?”
“No. Was tryin’ to fix it.” He mumbled in answer.
“Do you want me to turn it back down?”
Silence followed. You were about to ask again, worried that he hadn’t heard you, when you heard a small sob come from somewhere within the tight ball that was Bucky.
“Buck-“ you started, growing more concerned.
“It was the nightmares again.” He cut you off, shaking a little as he visibly and unsuccessfully tried to hide his crying.
You didn’t say anything. You knew what he meant. You just sank down next to him slowly, hugging your knees with one hand and placing the other on his back softly.
“It- it reminded me of… the thermostat was too high and the cold…” he breathed shakily. You rubbed his back. He always always the bravest when he didn’t need to be, you thought to yourself. He didn’t need to hide that he was torn up right now, but he did. You wondered silently if you would ever understand why.
You leaned forward and wordlessly turned the AC down to match the rest of the apartment, and tugged the edge of the blanket off the bed to cover his shoulders.
“Is this better?”
He nodded silently.
There was a pause.
“…Do- I mean I was gonna go back to bed but, do you want me to stay?”
Another pause. Longer this time.
“Yes.”
“Yes you want me to stay? Or y-“
“Yes.”
You turned to look at him. His eyes weren’t pleading —they never were— but there was a bit too much wet in the ocean of his eyes, and he looked like he needed help bailing out.
You nodded. “Ok.”
After helping him up and into bed, you climbed in after. His sheets were noticeably cooler than yours, and you felt yourself instantly start to get sleepy again. You curled up facing away from him, giving him his space but making sure he felt secure.
Silence hung over the room. Not an uncomfortable silence, but the kind between two friends who’ve known each other long enough to just exist in each other’s space without the need for conversation. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, listening to Bucky’s gentle but somewhat labored breathing.
Suddenly, you felt something cold, metal and heavy drape across you, tugging on you gently from behind. You turned in surprise, seeing that Bucky had shifted closer, his arm around you hesitantly.
“Can I…? I mean it’s ok if-“
You interrupted him, scooting closer until your head was level with his chest and he was fully spooning you. You gently guided his arms around you and closed your eyes, smiling softly as you tried to fall asleep again.
His chin rested lightly on the top of your head, his body radiating heat into you.
“Thank you.”
“Shh.” You whispered back, not because you were trying to sleep but because it was ridiculous that he would apologize. He just hummed in response.
Right as you finally drifted off, and a nice dream started to unwind itself in your brain, you could swear you felt someone press a kiss to the crook of your neck and hug you tighter, hot breath like the summer breeze hitting your neck softly.
Probably just a good dream.
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Any advice is welcome! Hope you enjoyed, this is the first fic on a new blog. I would love it if you'd stick around for more!
summary: Bucky needed someone to get him through a particularly hard night. Now, he isn’t sure he can handle being alone again.
warnings: angst!! fluff, a bit of violence, hurt and broken Bucky :(
words: 4.8k
a/n: I don’t know what this is or why I wrote it idk I was going to add smut but maybe part 2 ;;;) listen I just want to hold bucky and make him better
The first time Bucky had a nightmare after you’d moved to his floor, it wasn’t you who went to him, but the other way around.
You’d heard the yell, the quiet sobbing. You were awake but frozen, not sure if Bucky would want you to comfort him when he was like this. You’d seen him snap at Steve before, when he’d tell Bucky that it was normal not to remember something or that no one expected him to be okay all the time.
I don’t want your fucking pity, Steve. From you, or any of you. Why does everyone keep looking at me? Enjoying the show?
It wasn’t his fault, and if it was you, you’d probably feel the same. With all that fear and anger and sudden freedom, came a lot of shame and guilt. You wouldn’t blame him for wanting to push through his nightmares alone, too.
But not long after the cries woke you up, you heard a knock on your door, slowly opening. He heard your heart rate, knew you were awake.
“Can I sleep here?” he asked quietly, voice rough from sleep and so broken that you felt your own heart break. You opened your mouth to speak, but not before he finished with a devastating whisper of “Please? I really can’t be alone right now.”
summary: you calm bucky down after a nightmare and reveal something that should have stayed hidden…
word count: 1.4k
warnings: mention of nightmares
When you go to sleep at night it isn't unfamiliar for you to hear noises. The noises come from across the hall from your bestfriends room, Bucky. You and Bucky had been bestfriends since he came to the tower. You both have been kidnapped and brainwashed by Hydra, so you guys bonded over that. Tony also knew that which is why he put both of you guys on the same floor. You loved spending time with him, if it was watching a movie, going out for ice cream, or even being partners for a mission. Even life and death situations with him were fun. You loved his sense of humor, his smile, and his laugh,
You loved him.
You had only been able to admit that to yourself a few months ago. You had been on the couch cuddled up with him. You had been having a horrible day. Almost everything went wrong but, when Bucky bought all your favorite snacks and turned on your favorite movie, the bad feeling from that day went away immediately. Since then you’ve been in love with him.
It was maybe midnight when you heard thrashing from across the hall. You assumed it was another nightmare. When you heard him suffering everything in you wanted to go help him but you didn’t want to overstep and ruin your friendship. But tonight was different. Tonight you heard cries. Your heart broke into a million pisces. How could you just listen to the man you love suffer. You couldn’t take it anymore. You got up from your bed and walked out of your door to the door across the hall. You stood there for a few seconds. You could still hear the thrashing and cries. You started to feel tears well up in your eyes, you hated that he was feeling this way. Wiping away your tears you twisted the knob and quickly ran and sat on his bed.
You shook his bare shoulders, “Bucky, wake up it’s me. You’re just having a bad dream.”
At this point his whole body was shaking. Your heartbeat quickened, you had to wake him up. You started to lightly tap his face.
“Bucky! Please wake up, you're having a nightmare!” you practically scream. He jolts up and has his metal arm around your neck.
“Y/N?” when he realized it was he quickly retracted his hand. “I am so sorry. I never meant to do that. I would never hurt you,”
You cut him off with a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his found your waist.
“It’s okay, you didn’t know who it was. I know you would never hurt me.”
You lost yourself in the hug. You wished that you could always hold him like this, but reality hit again. You guys were just best friends. You pulled away from him and saw that he had tears in his eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay, I'm right here. Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked softly.
He looked at you and nodded. You were his best friend and he trusted you.
“It was me back in that hydra base. But it wasn’t just me, you were there too. They had you in this chair and they electrocuted you so many times and I couldn’t stop them. I’m so sorry.” He was in full on tears by the end of his explanation.
“Oh Bucky, It’s okay, It’s not real. I’m right here.”
Then he asked you a question that made your heart stop.
“Could you stay with me? At least till I fall asleep?
“Yeah, of course,” you answered immediately.
You laid down on his bed facing him. He was facing you too, You both just stared at each other before you broke the silence.
“I should probably get to sleep I have to go to shield early tomorrow,”
“Yeah, yeah. I should go to sleep too. Goodnight Y/N.” He said while closing his eyes
“Goodnight Bucky” He had his arms wrapped around you, so your head was pressed to his bare chest. After a while you heard his heart beat even, you assumed he was asleep.
“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” you whispered
~
You woke up a few hours later. You checked Bucky’s clock on his nightstand.
6:00 am
You had to be at shield at 7:00.
You carefully lifted Bucky’s arm from around your waist and left his room quietly. When you left, Bucky’s eyes opened. He sat up against his headboard and pushed his hands through his hair. He was rethinking everything that happened last night. Especially what you said last. Did you really mean what you said? He got out of his bed, put on a shirt and went to the floor below him to talk to his oldest friend.
“Steve?” Even though it was early he knew that Steve was up. The guy literally woke up at 4:00 am every single day just to work out. At this time he would just be getting done with his morning run.
“Hey, Buck. What’s up” He walked from out of the hallway.
“I need to talk to you.” Bucky said seriously.
“Yeah what’s up.”
Bucky went on to tell Steve everything that happened last night between the two of you.
“,and she said she loved me. I think she thought I was asleep. But does she really mean it?”
“Does it matter? You don’t love her back right?”
“What? Of course I love her. She’s literally the reason why I wake up every morning. Her smile, her laugh, her voice. She just makes me so happy, Steve. I can’t imagine my life without her.”
Steve was taken back. He never thought that you guys were more than friends. But Bucky’s whole declaration of love to you definitely changed his mind.
“Well, you gotta ask her. You can’t just go around your whole life wondering if she loves you or not.”
Steve was right. He had to ask you.
~
It was about 10:00am when you came back from shield. On your way back you bought some of yours and Bucky’s favorite donuts. When you arrived on your floor you called his name.
“Bucky? I got our favorite donuts. But I’m gonna eat them all if you don’t come out.”
When you heard no response at all. You thought that maybe he was on another floor.
“Friday? Can you tell Bucky wherever he is that I have our favorite donuts and he better come fast or they’ll be gone?”
“Yes, I’ll tell him right away.”
Not even a minute later you heard the elevator doors open and out walked Bucky.
When you saw him walk towards him he looked a little anxious and almost nervous.
“You alright Buck? Is there something wrong?”
“Yeah actually can I talk to you?” he said looking everywhere but at you.
“Yeah sure what’s up?” you started to get a little nervous. Did he hear what you said?
“Did you mean what you said last night?”
“What do you mean I said a lot of things?” you chuckled nervously
“No, when you said you loved me, did you mean it?”
Your heart dropped to your toes. You felt light headed, almost like you were about to throw up. You really thought he was asleep. Now because of your stupid mouth you actually had to admit to your best friend you were in love with him.
“I, uhh, I mean I don’t know”
“Y/N, please.”
You sighed defeatedly
“Yeah, Bucky I meant it. I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now. I know this will probably ruin our friendship but I can’t live with just being your friend.”
You were sure that your friendship was ruined. You were looking at the ground as tears started to fall. Bucky put his hand under your chin and tilted your head up.
A half second later his lips were on yours. You felt fireworks go off in your stomach. He moved his hand to the back of your neck to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped in your mouth as you slipped yours into his. After a few minutes of sloppy kissing you both came back for air.
“Oh I forgot to tell you I’m also in love with you.”
“Shut up” you said and went back in for another kiss.
“Yeah I’m lucky to call you my girlfriend.” he said against your lips.
You leaned back, “ Girlfriend? I like the sound of that boyfriend.”
You both had the widest smiles on your face and went back in for more kisses.
A/N: this is just 7am filth, tbh smut without plot? THE PIC LORD HAVE MERCYYYYYY
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“Good girl….that’s a good fucking girl.”
You moaned in response, shoving his cock even further down your throat. The enlarged veins rubbing your mouth raw while you gagged on his above average size.
Stretching to fit all of him, his hand fisting your hair to steady himself. Leaning his head back to close his eyes, clenching his jaw from the overwhelming feeling of your lips wrapped around his dick.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He moaned.
Hard marble floor making yours knees ache as you continued to hollow your cheeks in and out. Letting your tongue swirl around his hardened length. His cock slipping out of your mouth just before the tip only for him to thrust full force. Jamming the back of your throat while tears continuously ran down your cheeks.
His blue eyes meeting your teary eyed ones, his jaw falling to let out loud and animalistic moan. Humming in response while you hollowed your cheeks in, his cock twitching in response.
“T-That’s it, that’s my girl.” Loki praised, continuing to thrust in your mouth. Saliva running down the sides of your lips, tears staining your cheeks.
The sight of you on your bruising knees for him sending him absolutely feral.
He fucked your mouth senselessly, roughly shoving his cock down your throat while you struggled for air. Thrust after thrust, he felt his cock twitch before spilling his seed into your mouth.
His hand softly caressing your jaw while you stared up at him, swallowing every bit of his cum. The bitter, yet familiar taste, lacing your throat with some relief.
Loki brushed his fingers against your cheek, wiping the remaining tears that had fallen. Slowly moving his thumb to collect up the saliva and left over cum, grazing it against your bottom lip while you sucked on it.
The pool of your arousal slipping between your thighs as you whined. Desperate for your own release now that you had given Loki his.
He smirked, cock still at eye level as he slowly began to pump himself. “What do you want darling?”
Sensing your need for pleasure as you stared up at him with lust and absolute hunger. Ready to devour every inch of his cock inside of you.
“You know what I want,” you snapped. His teasing making you grow irritated by the second.
His eyes furrowed, your heart sinking as you realized the mistake you just made. Loki’s temper growing short by your spoiled attitude.
“I would watch that mouth of yours, pet. Such a pretty little mouth but since you want to act like a fucking brat, I’ll treat you like one.” He hissed.
Yanking you off the floor to stand with a grab of your arm. Pulling you towards him, forcefully kissing you. Lips melting over yours as he bit your bottom lip roughly, earning a moan from you. Slipping his tongue into your mouth while moving your bodies to the bed.
The back of your knees hitting the plush comforter before Loki pushed you down. Hovering over top of your naked form as he continued to pepper kisses along your jaw.
Your hands roaming the chiseled muscles of his chest only to fall to palm his cock. Pumping his cock with your own hand while he sucked on the skin of your left breast.
“L-Loki. I-I need you,” you panted.
Grinding your hips up to run the tip of his cock along your slick folds. A moan leaving both of your lips as he broke his contact from your breast to look at you.
Grabbing ahold of the hand that pumped him, pulling both hands above your head only to magic them tied. You gasped at the feeling, the cool silk bonding your hands together.
“What the fuc-“
You had no time to respond before Loki shoved his cock balls deep inside of you. Giving you no time to adjust as he thrusted roughly in and out of you. Looking down to view his dick disappear inside your soaked cunt.
Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you cried out. Mewling at the sensation of his cock stretching your velvet walls, the tip hitting your g-spot perfectly.
“You like it when I fuck you like this? Yeah, you do.”
Not even bothering to wait for your response as he had his way with you. Still watching you come undone for him, completely and utterly ravished by him.
Gasping for air, you struggled to regulate your breathing as your stomach tightened. The coil building as Loki continued to pound into you. Your hands still restrained as you cried out to touch him.
His hair falling over his face while his blue eyes stared lovingly, hungrily in your own. Another release of his building as he watched you plead for him to let you come.
“Come until I say.”
Becoming a withering mess, you sobbed as you begged Loki. “Please. Please let me come,” you cried out.
Your walls clenching around him causing his cock to twitch inside of you. Loki’s thrust becoming uneven and lousy as his lips met yours. Magicking away the green silk so you could finally touch him.
Hot ropes of his seed filling you up as you moaned into each other’s mouths. Walls clenching around his pulsating cock as you struggled to hold off much longer.
Loki broke apart from your heated kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, nodding at you. Giving you approval to come around him as you moaned into his mouth as you reached your own high. Tugging his dark locks as he finished his last few thrusts.
His sweaty body falling on top of yours, both of your chests heaving as you came down from your climax. Reaching up to brush a few damp strands of hair from your face, a delicate kiss on your temple.
Loki slowly pulled out of you causing a whimper from you. The cool air hitting your sore, exposed core.
Lust still clouded his eyes as he longed into your gaze. His cock twitching for another orgasm, missing the feeling of your warm cunt soaking his length.
His fingers softly caressing your cheek as he begged,
“You can give me another, can’t you Dove? For me, please?”
Your cunt already soaking from the pet name. The eagerness in his eyes as he looked for any discomfort in your eyes. Making sure you were okay with another round.
Pressing your lips to his, you straddled Loki’s lap. Grinding your hips against his as you rubbed your palms against his broad shoulders. Slowly working your way to squeeze his triceps, his cock twitching at the touch.
Loki growled, “You’re such a tease.”
Sucking in a breathe as you rolled your hips on his growing erection. Your pussy beginning to soak him in your arousal as you toyed with him.
His patience wearing thin as his hands gripped your waist. Tsking, he glared at you, “Don’t test me, love.”
You hummed, “Don’t tempt me then, love.”
Cutting him off before he could quip back by roughly kissing him. Lifting your hips slightly while your one hand guided his tip into your entrance. Sinking down as you adjusted to his size, a moan erupting from both of you. Bouncing up and down as Loki thrusted into you from underneath. His hands roaming to touch every part of your body, from your thighs to your breasts.
Both of you becoming a heated mess as you continued to find rhythm. Allowing yourself to explore each new angle he hit with every thrust as you bounced on top of him.
One hand against the headboard while the other gripped his shoulder for support. The coil in your stomachs forming. A sign that you were both reaching your peak.
You watched each other as you both came completely undone, moaning and spilling profanities. Both of your come shooting through each other as hot ropes of cum filled you.
Collapsing on top of him, you slowly climbed off of him. A sting hitting your core from the sensitivity of its abuse, another whimper leaving your lips.
“I’m sorry, I know it hurts darling.” He apologized, moving down to press a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“Was I too rough this time?“ Loki questioned, his cool hands rubbing delicate circles on your calves. A gesture he makes to show his affection for you.
Still recovering from one of your many orgasms of the night, you shook your head. “No Lokes, remember we have a safeword for a reason,” you reassured him.
He nodded, “I know, love. Still have to make sure my girl is okay, we did a lot tonight y’know. Didn’t want to break you too hard.”
Getting up to grab a towel to clean both of you up. Your exhausted form still sprawled out on your shared bed.
“I won’t break, my Prince. If anything it would be this bed you would be breaking,” you teased.
Summary // You and Bucky have always hated each other. That's just the way it is. That is, until Sam can only afford two hotel rooms and refuses to share his...
"Thank you, have a nice stay." The concierge said dully, handing Sam two small brass keys and turning back to his computer.
You, Sam, and Bucky were all huddled together in the lobby of a small hotel in God-Knows-Where, Germany. Sam had taken a brief break from parenting you and Bucky after a long, tedious, argument filled car ride here, but it didn't last long.
"Thank you." Sam replied as he turned to hand one key to Bucky, who was standing awkwardly behind him in the cramped foyer. Bucky went to grab it from him, but you noticed and decided to be annoying, brushing past Bucky and taking it from Sam before the supersoldier could argue. He rolled his eyes, looking from Sam to you, silently begging Sam to do something about it.
The Falcon ignored his friends annoyed look (to Bucky's dismay), moving past you two to the elevator. You grinned triumphantly and followed Sam, slipping the stolen key into your pocket. Bucky let out a heavy sigh and followed you reluctantly.
To absolutely no one's surprise, you and the Winter Soldier argued the entire elevator ride, all the way up to the fifth floor. Sam was practically crawling out fo his skin by the time the bell dinged, and immediately made a B-line for his room, leaving you and Bucky staring each other down.
"Give me my key. I'm not sharing a room with you." Bucky said through gritted teeth.
"What key?" You answered with a look of fake innocence. "Oh, you mean..." You pulled it out of your pocket and dangled it in front of him teasingly. "This?"
He immediately lunged forward to grab it, and you winced as you felt his metal grip around your arm.
"Give it..." He growled as the two of you wrestled for it. Eventually, he managed to pry it free from your hand (it was never really a fair fight anyway), and took off toward his room. You groaned and gave chase, pursuing him down the narrow hallway but falling just about a foot short as he managed to unlock the door to his room and escape, slamming it in your face.
You pounded a fist on the door in frustration. "Bucky! C'mon where am I gonna sleep?" You shouted. You jumped as a door opened behind you and an elderly man peeked out, holding a withered finger to his lips.
"Shh!"
"Oh- sorry." You said embarrassedly as he shut the door.
"Bucky!" You hissed, quietly, rapping on the door with your knuckes. "Sam could only afford two rooms! Let me in!"
You got nothing but silence for an answer. Slumping against the door, you groaned. "Man..." As disgusting as it was, you started to detect a tinge of... remorse coming from somewhere very, very deep down.
"It was just a joke!" You said dejectedly to the closed door.
More silence.
You hesitated, cursing yourself internally for what you were about to do.
"I'm... I'm sorry, okay?" You called, pinching your brow and praying that he didn't hear that.
Unfortunately your prayers were not answered. The door swung open behind you, and you tumbled backward into Bucky's room.
"Ow!" You looked up to see the supersoldier staring down at you, a shit-eating grin plastered on his stupid stubbled face.
"What was that, doll?" He asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"Shut up." You muttered, clambering to your feet.
"Ah ah ah!" Bucky stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder. "I'm gonna need you to repeat that if you want a place to sleep that bad.
God, you hated him. Why did he have to be so damn difficult all the time?
"Ughh, fine. I'm... I'm sorry." You grumbled in the least sincere tone you could muster.
"Apology accepted." He replied smugly.
Bucky stepped aside, letting you fully enter the hotel room. It was nothing special; just a bed and somewhere to eat and-
It hit you like a garbage truck. A bed. Just the one.
"Ohh God..." You groaned, running your hands through your hair. This literally could not possibly get worse.
"What?" Bucky asked as he joined you. You pointed at the bed as if you'd discovered something utterly grotesque and horrifying, like a dead body.
"Oh. Ohh boy."
The two of you just stared in silence for a few seconds. Neither of you knew what to say or do, and both of you would rather lose and eye before sharing sleeping arrangements.
"You could share with Sam..?" You suggested hopefully, nodding in the direction of the room next door.
"Were you not listening?"
You looked bewildered and Bucky sighed.
"I'd rather cut off my own arm and match you, Buck, before I share a room with either of you bickering old hens." Bucky parroted Sam, imitating his stern tone and posture.
You sighed in disappointment. "Fine." You jabbed a finger at his chest. "But I am NOT sharing a blanket."
He held up his hands. "Fine, sure. Sounds good to me."
The two of you searched the apartment for blankets, before you finally secured one for each of you and started getting ready for bed.
"GOD DAMN- ughhh..."
You turned around from brushing your teeth confusedly as you heard Bucky swear. He was leaning on the bed, raking a hand through his dark hair.
"Whar?" You asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"You didn't happen to see any extra pillows laying around did you?"
"Um," You spat your toothpaste out. "No?"
Bucky chuckled. "Of course you didn't."
"Why? What's... Oh." You stopped in your tracks as you went to join him, following his gaze to the single white pillow on the bed.
"Why. Just..." You sighed.
"Look I'm not too tickled about it either, but I've had to do worse. It's only for one night." Bucky said, sounding like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything.
"Yeah..." You sighed, your eyes still fixed on the bed. "Just one night."
The two of you got ready for bed without speaking to each other. This probably didn't help the already horribly awkward atmosphere, but you were both too worn out to care. Finally, you awkwardly crawled into bed, trying desperately to touch as little as possible.
The worst part by far was the pillow. There was no way you could keep from touching, the most either of you could do was face away from each other, but the backs of your heads still touched. Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like whole days. You were so tired, and yet you had to fight yourself to fall asleep.
You silently wondered to yourself why this was so difficult. Sure, you and Bucky fought a lot. It had just been that way since Steve introduced the two of you: you were hardwired to not get along. It wasn't even that the two of you were so different, it was just... something else. Some unspoken agreement between you. But even despite all the fighting and tearing each other down, you were around one another almost constantly, so why was it this difficult just to share a bed?
You yawned quietly, feeling yourself start to doze off. Whatever. You would deal with your personal crisis in the morning. You needed to sleep now.
And oh, if it had only been that simple for you.
· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·
"Mmph."
You shifted, being pulled out of your light sleep by something touching you. You groggily opened your eyes and nearly yelled.
There was Bucky. Dead out asleep, facing you, and so close to you that your noses were touching and you could feel the gentle, steady rumble of his snores.
Oh no, oh shit.
What were you supposed to do? If you moved, and he woke up, it would be even more awkward, and if you didn't do anything there was a solid chance he would wake up like that in the morning and...
No. Just... no.
You held very still, almost afraid to breathe or blink, gradually accepting your fate of being stuck here until Bucky moved on his own.
Just gotta... wait.
Minutes ticked by and he still hadn't moved. If anything, he felt somehow closer. You could see ever razor burn and scars on his face, and see the sweat cling to his skin and in his thick dark hair. His eyes fluttered gently in his sleep; he must be dreaming. You wondered what the dream was about.
Suddenly, the fluttering of his eyes grew faster and he began to tremble slightly, his red lips twitching. You frowned, mildly concerned. Was he having a nightmare? You barely even had time to consider doing something, when suddenly you felt a hand rest on your side, and an arm slink over your rigid body.
Oh no, no no...
He had draped an arm over you in his sleep, to your horror, and now his face was even closer to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him, pleading he didn't get any closer. Any closer and your lips would be touching.
Was it creepy to watch him sleep? You wondered silently to yourself as you studied him. You tried not to guilt yourself about it; what could you do? It was his own fault for being this close, you were just sleeping.
More minutes passed and you felt yourself start to slip into madness, begging whatever God that was out there to please, please end this torture. You were tired of having to lay here and watch his broad chest rise and fall, watch his long eyelashes flutter...
His... stupid... pretty...
OH.
OH...
Your eyes widened. This would not be happening. No, it was just the lack of sleep. You hated Bucky, you'd always hated him. You hated... each other...
It could not have been a worse time for him to grumble in his sleep and hike his sweatshorts-clad leg up and over your side, pinning you to the bed with his thigh. It ALSO could not have been a worse time for him to shift closer, closing the only gap the two of you had left and unconsciously locking his soft, cracked lips with yours.
Your eyes were the size of dinner plates, and you were pretty sure you were trembling like a newborn fawn. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. And you couldn't be liking it! But it was, and you were. So now you were pinned between a shitty box spring and an unconscious Winter Soldier, and your heart was racing.
"Mm." Bucky grumbled suddenly, his brow knitting together in his sleep. "MmMm..."
Your heart did a summersault as his mumble turned into more of a moan, and you felt his lips close tighter on your upper one. His grip tightened on you, and you wondered in a rush if he was even still asleep, and if so how he was managing to stay out like a light through all of this.
He continued to kiss you in his sleep, seemingly enjoying it, and finally your couldn't take it anymore.
"Bucky." You whispered into his mouth, terrified of what was to come. Nothing happened, so you wiggled an arm free and shook his shoulder gently. "Bucky!"
This time it worked, and you felt him stir, his lips parting with yours (you didn't want to admit it, but you immediately missed them).
"Mm... wha-? OH!"
The sheets were torn away from you as Bucky jumped back in groggy surprise, rubbing his eyes with one hand as if trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
You didn't know what to say, and for the first time since you'd met Bucky you were fumbling for words. "I- We- You- Close." You cringed internally as you barfed whatever that was supposed to be out of your tongue-tied, Bucky-flavored mouth.
"We-" Bucky's eyes were almost as wide as yours, and his metal hand tightened on the blankets like he was preparing to defend himself. "We didn't..?" He trailed off.
"We, what?" You traced his gaze downward, and took a second to connect the dots and realize what he was looking for before you hurriedly corrected him. "No no! Nothing like that, I- it was an accident... you were asleep and I couldn't move, and we kissed and- and..."
He looked relieved even though you were still stammering. He rubbed his face with his normal hand, looking...
Embarrassed? Was he blushing?
"I'm so sorry, it was an accident you're right. I didn't mean to, I promise."
"No, that's- don't be sorry." You said, your cheeks heating up.
Bucky cocked an eyebrow, frowning. "That's... highly uncharacteristic of you..."
You realized how that had sounded too late. "I..." You sighed. You were going to hate yourself forever if you didn't just get it out. It was just the person you were. And if it made Bucky hate you more... so be it. It wouldn't be anything new.
"It was ok. I mean, it wasn't ok. But- but not like that, what I mean to say is-" You grew increasingly frustrated with your poor ability to speak. "UGH. I LIKED IT." You finally managed to get out, the sentence coming out far rougher than you intended.
You winced as you say the look of shock on Bucky's face.
"I... I liked it. It was... nice." You repeated softer, looking away.
"...What?" Bucky asked, dumbfounded.
You turned to look at him, picking at a pill in your blanket nervously. "I dunno, I just... I guess I feel bad for being a jerk to you... Obviously it's ok if you still hate me, I really thought I hated you for the longest time, but I- I don't anymore."
Painful, crushing silence followed what you felt was you pouring your heart out. You started to feel the weight of anxiety creeping up on you when Bucky finally spoke.
"I never hated you." Bucky said, a small disbelieving chuckle in his voice. "I guess I just thought we'd never get along."
You felt your jaw fall open slightly. "Oh." Was all you managed to squeak out.
Bucky laughed again, a smiled spreading across his face. God, you couldn't believe you never realized how beautiful his smile was before. His laughter made you feel warm and fuzzy, and you cracked a wobbly grin.
He stopped laughing, smile still hanging from his face. "Doll?"
Your heart leaped at the nickname. "Yes?"
"C'mere." He gestured to his lap, holding his arms out.
Heart singing, you crawled into his lap and rested your forehead on his. "I like you, Bucky. I'm sorry for everything before."
He hummed. "I like you too honey, a whole lot. I'm sorry too."
His arms wrapped around you, his hands resting on your waist. "You wanna try this again?"
You looked into his eyes and nodded, and before you could even lean in to kiss him his lips were crashing into yours, his strong arms pulling you flush together. You recovered from whatever shock you were in and kissed him back passionately, your mouths moving together seamlessly like two lost puzzle pieces that had finally found each other.
"MmmM..." Bucky moaned into your mouth, the same deep, rumbling noise from earlier that did unspeakable things to you. He kissed you harder and harder until you found yourself pinned under him on the bed, licking at his mouth as you savored every motion of his lips and rub of his stubble against your cheek. You felt the weight of his chest fall onto yours, as he let himself down and pressed himself into you, making the inside of your thighs burn with arousal.
"Ohh... baby..." Bucky sighed, burying his face into the crook of your neck and showering you with kisses.
"Bucky... I..." You breathed airily, not sure how to say it but knowing exactly what you wanted.
He pulled away enough to lock eyes with you, the steely blue of his eyes dark with lust. "I wanna feel you, doll. From the inside." He rumbled.
You swallowed, practically shaking at this point. "Please..."
He ran his fingers through your hair, pressing further into you and sliding up until...
"Ah!" Your breath hitched as you felt the hardened mound of his cock make purchase in between your legs, his length straining at his shorts as he groaned, his head falling forward.
Bucky let out a low moan as he moved up and down, grinding into you slowly. Your hands instinctively flew up to his hair as you panted quietly.
"Please, please Buck..." You begged softly, pressing kisses into his shoulder as he let his full weight down onto you.
"Please what sweetheart? What do you want?" Bucky said as he thrusted his clothed dick into you once again.
“Please fuck me Bucky, you’re beautiful.” You whispered, looking into his eyes.
He looked you over, undressing you with his eyes. “Anything you want baby, you’re so gorgeous.”
You smiled softly as he began tugging at the waistband of your pajama pants. He was so gentle, so respectful. Nothing like any of your previous boyfriends. You helped him pull your shirt of over your head, and started working on pulling his own pants down as he placed kisses all over your bare torso.
“If I could take back all of our exchanges from the past two years and replace them with this, I would.” Bucky crooned gently.
You finally tugged his shorts down to reveal the print of his hardened cock in his boxers. You leaned down and pressed your lips to it, causing him to groan as a shiver ran through his well-muscled body.
“Me too.” You whispered in agreement, slowly tugging the waistband of his underwear down. You didn’t know why, but you were nervous. It could be because this felt real, realer than any other relationship you’d had. Another smaller factor could be how incredibly large the outline in his boxers was.
His stiff cock finally sprung free, his swollen tip flushed red and already leaking precum. You kissed along the length of his shaft, making him moan until you felt the cold metal of his arm gently guide you up and into his lap. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you forward as he leaned in to kiss you, deep and meaningful.
“Ride me sweetheart, please?” He whispered into your ear, making you shudder with anticipation. The warm wetness in between your legs was almost unbearable now, and you were more than happy to scoot forward on his lap, straddling him and placing your hands on his broad shoulders as he lined up with you. He teased you with his tip first, moving it up and down that sensitive spot and making you moan an embarrassing amount.
Bucky took notice of you holding back another loud moan and gently reassured you. “Moan as much as you want baby, it’s so sexy.” As he said this his tip slipped into your prepped cavity, and you followed his advice by moaning and sitting down fully. He groaned loudly, cursing under his breath.
“Ohh god, fuck.” He rumbled, his hips bucking up into you as he thrusted deeply. He started slow, pumping into you gently and methodically, watching you pant and moan and squeeze his shoulders as you rapidly got closer and closer to climax. You were astonished at how he was getting you there that fast; he barely had to do anything and yet you were coming unglued all over him. Maybe it was something pent up from those years of lying to yourself and never understanding what you really felt for him.
His thrusts gradually got faster and more aggressive, yet he was still very careful not to hurt you, muttering little “Are you ok doll?”’s and “Tell me if it’s too much.”’s under his breath. It was amazing how his words and his actions were so different; it was clear he was making up for lost time too. He was practically dragging you down onto his cock now, his hands digging into your waist as he grunted and moaned.
“You feel… so, so good baby…” He panted as his tip touched just the right spot inside of you, making you see stars briefly.
“Bucky… I’m-I’m gonna…” You breathed, your voice high and airy. You shut your eyes tightly as tears formed in their corners, your face contorting with pleasure.
You didn’t need to finish your sentence, Bucky knew what you were trying to say. “Cum for me doll, please. You’re being such a good girl for me. My good girl.” He pressed a kiss to your breast, his warm tongue circling the bud as he looked up at you.
Your hands flew up to his hair, fingers knotting in his brown waves as you felt your core start to release. It was too much, it’s like he had been had been planning this for years. If someone had told you he had, you wouldn’t have been surprised; he was fucking you so perfectly you were about to cum after less five minutes.
The last thrust sent you over the edge. Your pussy clenched around him, and you let out a breathy moan as your head rolled back, your body melting into him. He watched you practically in awe: you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Ohh doll… sweetheart you’re so…” He started to praise you, but as your pussy clamped down a second time, he was tipped over the edge too. He grunted loudly, his head falling forward as his hips rolled, touching the deepest part of you as ropes of cum shot out of his throbbing cock. You moaned as he bit at your neck, pulling you tighter against him as he finished cumming.
The two of you panted as you came down from your separate highs, holding each other tight like you were each scared the other would disappear.
Bucky spoke first, after cradling the back of your head and looking into your eyes. “Are you ok?” He asked concernedly. Clearly he was as well aware of how big he was as you were now.
You just laughed, beaming up at him and nodding. “More than ok.”
He smiled softly. “I’m glad. You’re so amazing sweetheart.”
He pulled out of you (you only whimpered a little bit), and got out of bed briefly after wrapping you in a blanket. He came back quickly, holding a bottle of water and a packet of the cookies the hotel staff had set on the counter.
You giggled. “You didn’t have to do that Bucky.” You said, accepting the provisions as he offered them to you and climbed back into bed.
“Yes I did.” He dismissed, snuggling up to you and kissing you softly on the cheek.
The two of you layed there, enjoying each other’s company for the first time. You felt yourself growing sleepy, and cuddled into his side. You were just about to drift off when Bucky spoke again for the first time in a while.
“Baby?”
“Mhm?”
“I love you.”
You looked up at him in surprise, and noticed his expression was deadly serious. You felt tears well up suddenly, and you tried to force them back down.
“I love you too Bucky. I think I always have.” You said, kissing him on the stubbled cheek.
“Me too.” He said softly, resting his cheek on your head.
“I wish we’d realized that sooner…” you trailed off, finally giving in to your exhaustion.
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"GET UP YOU TWO! WE'RE LEAVING!"
You and Bucky were jolted awake by the sound of Sam pounding on your door. Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked around the room, the memories of last night flooding back to you.
You felt the soft scrape of stubble against your cheek as Bucky kissed you, and smiled. "Good morning sunshine." He rumbled in his gravelly morning voice.
"Morning~" You chimed back as he got up started packing your things.
You admired the view of his bare back as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You wondered what you were to each other now. Whatever it was, it was definitely more than friends, and way more than you were before.
The two of you got ready together, and you relished tiny things like his cheek kisses and hand on your waist. You silently cursed yourself for all the time you could've had this, but were to blinded by the preconception that you would just always be enemies. You decided to put that behind you, however. All that mattered now was that you had each other, and you were the happiest you'd been in your whole life.
"Ready to go?" Bucky asked, backpack over his shoulder and one hand on the doorknob.
You stole a look over your shoulder at the bed with one pillow and smiled to yourself before joining him.
"Yeah, lead the way."
· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·
Downstairs, the two of you joined Sam, and you turned over the key you had stolen the previous night. He gave it back to the concierge, and you and Bucky stared at each other like lovesick teenagers as he checked out. You were suddenly snapped out of your love haze, however, when you heard Sam chuckling to himself somewhat ominously as he turned back to the pair of you.
"What?" You and Bucky asked, almost in sinc.
Sam continued to laugh louder and louder, seemingly incapable of voicing what was so funny. All he could do was point a finger at you and Bucky's conjoined hands.
Oh shit. You hadn't realized you were holding hands.
You simultaneously separated hands, both of you embarrassedly stammering to explain yourselves. Meanwhile Sam’s laughter was turning into an asthma attack.
“I KNEW IT! It actually worked!” He roared, doubled over.
Bucky started to protest, before stopping as his brow furrowed. “What worked?”
Sam looked up at him, shaking his head as a very Bucky-esque shit eating grin crept onto his features.
“Sam.” Bucky said flatly, starting to get visibly angry as it began to dawn on the two of you. “What worked.”
Sam wiped a tear out of his eye. “That’s for me to know, and you two to wonder.”
“You could afford more than two hotel rooms, couldn’t you!” You exclaimed, something clicking suddenly in your head.
Sam just shook his head. “You two are so, so stupid.”
Bucky started towards him, and Sam took off towards the door. “SAM GET BACK HERE!” Bucky roared, barreling after him. You scrambled after the two of them, cursing loudly at the Falcon as he made his getaway.
“Sam you asshole!” Bucky yelled as he raced Sam to the car.
Despite how angry Sam’s stupid prank made you, you felt a sense of gratitude to him in the moment. If it wasn’t for him, none of the past night would have happened, and you and Bucky would have lost even more time hating each other.
Then again, Sam was a massive dick.
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Thank you for reading! This is my first time publishing smut, any advice or criticism is welcome! Hope you enjoyed, as always likes and follows are appreciated~
Summary: Bucky’s in love with you. You’re in love with the warmth of him, even as it stings and aches in the cold.
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: Angst, symptoms of hypothermia, protective!bucky, lots of hurt/comfort because I turn to that when I have writer’s block 😌
a/n: Hey :) here is a little angst out of nowhere 🤜 I was inspired by the song wasteland, baby by hozier and also hypothermia… for some reason. Anyways, enjoy!! <3
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In the darkness, there was a kindness. No eyes, no voices, no feelings if you found it within your consciousness to turn those off. There was only you and the walls of this cave that dripped with tepid water from the ice melting in its cracks. Only you and this brief kindness before the shivering stopped.
Bucky had warned you about the cold. Gonna be freezing out there, he had cautioned, you sure you’re good goin’ solo on this one?
Of course, Buck, you had said. I got it and I’ll be fine, and just kiss me before this stupid quinjet takes off.
a/n: idk what this is, it’s smut but it was written in pieces and idk if it’s any good, sorry y’all i’m all over the fucking place rn
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Red wine flowed from your glass into your mouth, swirling enticingly as you gulped down the sweet liquid. You followed the pleasant burn of it as it slipped down your throat.
“I’m not kidding.” Natasha leaned forward, topping off her own glass with more of Tony’s expensive wine.
“And he just kept going?” Wanda’s mouth dropped open as Natasha giggled while nodding in ascent to her question.
“Had my legs shaking, I swear.” She held up three fingers, “Scout’s honor.”
You laughed, digging your hand into the bowl of Cheetos tucked between your legs. Wanda shook her head, seemingly not believing what Natasha was telling her.
summary: Bucky needed someone to get him through a particularly hard night. Now, he isn’t sure he can handle being alone again.
warnings: angst!! fluff, a bit of violence, hurt and broken Bucky :(
words: 4.8k
a/n: I don’t know what this is or why I wrote it idk I was going to add smut but maybe part 2 ;;;) listen I just want to hold bucky and make him better
The first time Bucky had a nightmare after you’d moved to his floor, it wasn’t you who went to him, but the other way around.
You’d heard the yell, the quiet sobbing. You were awake but frozen, not sure if Bucky would want you to comfort him when he was like this. You’d seen him snap at Steve before, when he’d tell Bucky that it was normal not to remember something or that no one expected him to be okay all the time.
I don’t want your fucking pity, Steve. From you, or any of you. Why does everyone keep looking at me? Enjoying the show?
It wasn’t his fault, and if it was you, you’d probably feel the same. With all that fear and anger and sudden freedom, came a lot of shame and guilt. You wouldn’t blame him for wanting to push through his nightmares alone, too.
But not long after the cries woke you up, you heard a knock on your door, slowly opening. He heard your heart rate, knew you were awake.
“Can I sleep here?” he asked quietly, voice rough from sleep and so broken that you felt your own heart break. You opened your mouth to speak, but not before he finished with a devastating whisper of “Please? I really can’t be alone right now.”
concept: begging him to slow down or take it easy and instead he just says “you’re okay, you’re okay” and fucks me harder
need that with yhhmsgm bucko please 🥵
you can take it
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (yhhmsgm universe)
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. Established relationship. Established consent. DUBCON/CNC— this prompt can be considered dark. In the context of this drabble, it is not dark, but please use caution if these things upset you. Our sweet Bucky is a bit of an animal here. Dry humping, PIV sex
Word count: 1.4k
A/N: “Let’s just write some quick smut,” I said to myself. “You don’t have to make it complicated.” Spoiler alert: I did make it complicated. Also, I wrote this entirely on my phone for once, so apologies if it ends up weird.
Here’s the thing with Bucky— he would never hurt you. He’s all too aware of what he’s capable of with his preternatural strength and his weaponized arm. He knows the power he holds, knows the damage he can cause if he loses himself in the grips of pleasure.
So when he tells you “you can take it,” it’s because he knows you can.
He’s got you on your knees in front of the couch, your face pressed into the seat cushion while he slams into you from behind. You had been teasing him all evening— no, teasing wasn’t the right word. You’d been edging him with his fucking clothes still on, working him up to near delirium while a movie played forgotten in the background. It started with you ‘innocently’ rubbing your ass against him while he spooned you, and serum or not, he was only human. He was hard within a matter of seconds, his cock straining against the confines of his sweatpants and twitching against your backside.
Then you rolled over to kiss him, and that was far from innocent— the taste of your mint chapstick was intoxicating, and when your tongue swiped across his lower lip, he groaned and let you in. He slipped his hand up under your shirt while he kissed you, kneading at your breasts in that selfish way he knew you liked, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching your nipples gently. He liked it, too, and soon he was on top of you, rutting against you like some kind of horny teenager in their parents’ basement. It was fine. You liked it.
When you finally broke away from him to catch your breath, he was panting heavily, his mouth open while he looked down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He couldn’t see or hear anything but you over the static crackling in his brain, and when you smiled at him, he thought his heart might stop altogether.
With a gentle push against his chest, you both sat up, and you climbed up onto his lap. His head fell back when you straddled his thick thighs, because that was it, it was game over— he couldn’t help but groan when you settled yourself down on top of where his length was clearly visible in his sweatpants.
You rocked against him in that delicious, slow, torturous way that you knew he liked, your mouth on his, letting out little whimpers and moans when you felt him twitch against your clothed heat. Those telltale flames were licking at the base of his spine, the corners of his consciousness, and he needed to get inside you— but when he tried to tug his sweatpants down, you just shook your head and smiled that infuriating smile. No, you wanted his clothes on.
With his hands on your hips, you continued to grind against him, and it was fine until it wasn’t— until your motions stuttered and your plush lips dropped open, your muscles tensing up. “Oh, fuck,” you whispered, your wide eyes locking onto his when you finally noticed your orgasm creeping up on you. A whimper squeaked out of you, and you dropped your face to Bucky’s shoulder, biting down on the collar of his shirt to muffle your moans.
“Look at you,” he whispered reverently, pulling you flush against him and holding you tightly in his arms while you shook. “God, look at you.”
His breathing was fast to mirror yours, and his heart matched your hummingbird beat— each of your pretty little noises went straight to his cock, and he almost just said fuck it, almost let himself fold under the pressure of pleasure and come in his pants like you were trying to get him to do. It’s what you fucking wanted, right? His ears were ringing, the fire in his blood boiling up to a fever pitch when he grabbed your hips again.
He was so hard that it hurt, and when your breathing slowed, he started thrusting up against you again— if the dark spot of precum on his sweatpants was any indication, it wouldn’t take long for him to come— but you flashed him that blissful, wicked grin and rose up onto your knees. He groaned indignantly at the loss of friction, and when he met your eyes, you stifled a giggle— this was on purpose, you were torturing him on purpose— and that was that.
“Bucky, please,” you choked out, your words punctuated by the way each swift thrust of his hips knocked the air from your lungs.
As soon as he made his decision, he had you on your knees on the floor in an instant, your soaked panties tugged down around your thighs and his throbbing cock nudging at your entrance. He slid inside you with ease; you loved teasing him, and making him squirm always left you slick and ready. He found a merciless rhythm, the slapping sound of his skin against yours drowning out the noise of the TV.
“Buck, I can’t—” you panted, turning your head so you could see him from the corner of your eye. “Oh, god— slow down—”
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Bucky murmured without slowing his frantic pace. He held your hips with both hands to hold you steady as he slammed into you, the pressure of his fingertips causing blood to pool under your skin. Your eyes watered from the power behind each of his thrusts, and there were black lines on the couch where your mascara smeared across the fabric.
And yeah, maybe it was a bit quick. Maybe it was a bit rough. But Bucky never took his eyes off of you, and the corner of your mouth was curled into a thrilled smile, even as a tear leaked down your cheek— he ducked forward to pepper kisses against it, then down your neck, across your shoulders, anywhere he could reach without throwing off his rhythm.
Bucky was fucking greedy. Always had been. And now that he remembered how good this wretched body could feel, how good you made him feel, he couldn’t fucking resist.
“You can take it,” he panted as he slammed into you, prodding relentlessly at that spot inside of you that made your mind go numb. “C’mon, baby, give it to me. Gimme another. Need to feel you squeeze my cock.” His balls were so fucking heavy, pulled up tight against him, but he had to wait— he was not greedy, he reminded himself, he wasn’t—
“I can’t,” you sobbed, but then Bucky tangled his left hand into your hair and pulled back sharply. Your protests melted into moans as you tightened around him like a vice.
“That’s right, sweets,” he breathed as your muscles began to tremble. “Come for me. I know you need to, know ya want to— you can do it, baby.” He could feel it, could feel you dragging him along with you as you careened toward bliss. Maybe it seemed like he was in control, but you both knew the truth— he was a passenger, a stowaway, and he needed you now more than ever.
“Bucky!” you cried when you hurtled over the edge, the tension in your muscles dissolving into overwhelming pleasure. Your cunt clenched around him in waves, nearly pushing him out of you with the force of your orgasm.
“Ah, fuck, there she is,” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he fought to bury himself deep inside you despite your body’s resistance. “Good girl. That’s my fuckin’ girl.” Fully sheathed just in time for that wildfire to take over, he let the flames consume him, pumping you full of cum with each pulse of his cock. You moaned louder when you felt him throbbing inside you, pushing your hips back against him to keep him as deep as possible.
When Bucky was finally spent, he hunched forward to wrap his arms around you, covering you completely as you continued to flutter weakly around him. He nuzzled his sweaty face against your neck, but the aftershocks jolting through you prevented you from stringing together a coherent sentence.
“Bu… oh g…” you panted against the couch as he pressed kisses everywhere he could reach. He didn’t want to pull out quite yet, but he tugged your shirt back down, straightening the fabric, and ran his fingers through your disheveled hair.
“So good, baby,” he rasped into your ear, and you turned to kiss him with a weak smile on your face. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you so much.”
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