Summary: Bucky often turns up at your door in search of comfort, but this time it's the other way around.
Word Count: 0.9k
Pairing: Bucky Barnes × gn!reader
Warnings: Mention of reader having wisps of hair
A/n: My very first posted fic! Here we go<33
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The quiet that blanketed the apartment was something almost tangible.
Disturbed by nothing but the occasional sighs of discomfort that left it's sole occupant- who had found himself curled up uncomfortably on the living room sofa. The coffee table clock read 00:32 in a bright red that slightly messed up his eyes when he stared at it for too long.
The knock at the door was subtle, light. Almost as if it did not want to be heard. Bucky thought it probably would not have been, if not for his super soldier hearing.
With a grunt, he got up from the sofa and grudgingly dragged his feet to the door. For just a fraction of a second the thought of who the hell it might be flitted across his mind.
"Um...hey Buck."
He thought his brain might have stopped working for a moment. Maybe he was dreaming again.
"Hi."
But when he clocked the way you kept picking at your nails as you tried to look anywhere but at him, it seemed to knock some sense into him.
"It's late, doll. What're you doin' out at this time?"
You found yourself fiddling with the buttons of the coat you were wearing- it was Bucky's. It still smelled like him.
Finally gathering the courage, you looked up at him. Trying your level best not to let the burning sensation behind your eyes win.
Bloodshot eyes met Bucky's. Uncertainty and embarrassment swimming deep within. He felt his heart break into a thousand little pieces. Those eyes should never have known pain, it was unbearable to watch.
"Could I come in?" The words had made their way out of your mouth before you could bite them back.
With a fervent nod and a hand at your back which put a gentle pressure, Bucky led you inside.
Silently, he led you to the sofa where he sat down with you. The warmth from where he had spent the last few hours had not yet dissipated completely.
"Hey, hey..look at me." Bucky started softly as he tried to persuade your gaze to him.
You felt like you were about to break. An icy hand reached out from within you as it cruelly wrapped it's palms around your heart and squeezed with all it's might.
Tears raced down your cheeks, an unstoppable waterfall. Everything was blurry, even the baby blue eyes that seemed as though they were gazing right into your soul, filled with so much concern and pain at the same time that it made you wonder for just a moment how it was possible.
You gasped for breath as a chocked sob resounded within the room. Only after hearing the panicked "It's okay doll, you're okay"s and "it's okay, just breathe"s that seemed to last forever did you realise that the noise had come from you. You were crying. Sobbing so hard you were curling in on yourself.
And Bucky was pulling you towards his chest with an expression that suggested that maybe he'd been stabbed with a knife to his heart.
He rocked you back and forth for what seemed, at the same time, both like seconds and all of eternity, rubbing your back in what he hoped what a comforting pattern.
Once the small, panicked gasps had eventually died out, with the lightest pressure possible Bucky slowly pulled you back up to face him.
He greeted you with a quiet 'Hey' as he nudged the lone wisps of hair that had managed to fall over your face away with his fingers. "You wanna tell me what's on your mind?" Bucky proded lightly. Hoping, praying you would let him in on whatever it was that was bothering you because seeing you like this, so wounded and vulnerable— to say it broke his heart would be a dire understatement.
A broken 'Buck—' was all that could make it's way out before your voice broke, strained and your throat raw courtesy of your burst of emotion earlier.
This was all still very new to Bucky. Being on the other end of the line. The receiving end. It was you, who more often than not had the pleasure (or perhaps it was a displeasure, one that you never let show) of welcoming a teary eyed Bucky on the verge of a meltdown, into your apartment. And you would do whatever he needed to calm down and feel safe in that moment. Whether it was to just simply hold him or brew him a cup of the tea he loved and often associated with comfort, solely because it reminded him of you.
Now it was his turn to give. To hold you and whisper reassuring words into your temple as he offered to brew you a cup of the tea that had at this point in his life, become an unavoidable part of his it. Along with you.
You broke the heavy quiet that had settled over you both again, clearing your throat in an attempt to complete your sentence. "I'm sorry I—" But apologising turned out to be the wrong move, as Bucky immediately but firmly stopped you in your endeavour, dropping a barely-there kiss on your forehead. "You don't need to apologise, ever."
"What can I do for you? Please, I want to help." Bucky pleaded, desperate to find a solution, because now the universe was really screwing with him, messin' with his girl like this.
"Just...stay with me." Your answer came out muffled from where you had your face securely tucked into the curve of his neck.
His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly close to himself.
"I'll stay for as long as you need."
Thank you sm for reading!! 💕 Likes and reblogs are appreciated from the bottom of my heart :)
warnings: Dom!Steve x Sub!fem!reader, smut, Sir kink, degradation, praise, male and female masturbation, light choking, light breeding, cumming inside, unprotected piv
guess i‘m back? not proofread btw
“Don’t you think that this is a bad idea?”
Sam didn’t need to say that. You were able to feel the tension in his shoulders and the fear that radiated from him. Still, he fulfilled his best friend duties and helped you. Though he was right and this was probably the worst idea you ever had in your entire life
To be fair, it was Steve’s own fault. His idea to agree with Tony on this celebration party in a club somewhere in New York. His idea to ask you to be his date. His idea of what you should wear. His idea to tease you by small touches and smirks and dark looks. And definitely his idea to not interact with you otherwise. He knew what he was doing. He had smirked every time you pressed down your thighs together after he touched you.
Now, the tables have turned. You had discarded your jacket, now revealing the little of an outfit you wore and asked Sam to go to the dance floor with you. He had agreed way before he saw the death stare his friend gave him.
“Don’t be silly, Sam. What could possibly happen?” To you, Sam. There was a lot to happen to you, though—at least you hoped so. You and Steve had been teasing each other forever to the point that you weren’t possible to give yourself the much needed release anymore. And Steve knew. God, he so did. And he got off on the way you tried everything to get a reaction out of him.
It surely seemed like you did now. He watched you from the table as Tony and Clint talked about something he definitely was not listening to. His had that rested on the table was balled into a fist, his eyes filled with lust and jealousy. It wouldn’t take much longer for him to get up, drag you out of here and fuck you.
“Are you really sure that-“ Sam stopped mid-sentence when you slung your arms around his neck and pulled him closer towards you. “What the fuck are you doing?”
You moved your face to the other side of his head, where Steve couldn’t be sure what you were doing. “Just relax, I’m this won’t be much longer. Put you hands on my-“
Before you could finish your sentence you were pulled off of Sam and dragged out of the club. You looked back over your shoulder when Sam stood, head shaking and grinning. Then, you looked up the the person on your right. Steve looked furious, which only increased the wetness pooling in your underwear.
His hand gripped your upper arm tightly when he opened the door to his car for you. Never had you been driven around New York so quickly. “You just had to be a little slut, didn’t you?”, Steve asked harshly and opened the door to his room in the tower. “Desperate little girl.”
“I just ended what you started. I think you should thank me.” Oh, so someone would help you.
Steve gripped your neck and squeezed. “It had only taken a little ‘please’ from you and I would’ve made this so much more pleasurable for you. But apparently, the idea never crossed your mind. Or you just wanted to be treated like the whore you are.” He let go of your neck and threw his jacket somewhere into the room. “Clothes off. On the bed.”
You did like he had asked in record time and lied down on the bed. Steve had gotten rid of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. “Steve, please.”
“Now’s not the time to start with the begging. You should’ve done that a lot earlier, baby”, he said and stood in front of the bed. “I think seeing as you were a bad girl, you should be punished. Denied what you want most.” His lips turned up into a devilish grin as your eyes widened. “Make yourself cum, otherwise I won’t touch you.”
“Steve-”
“Wrong”, he interfered sternly. “Adress me properly, baby.”
Your eyes rolled back at his words and your hands involuntary found their way to your dripping core. “Sir”, you breathed. “You know I can’t do that.”
“You should’ve thought about that a lot sooner, then. Get going, we haven’t got all day.”
Fuck, maybe it was possible to do that if he continued with his words. You started teasing your clit, head already throwing back. Everything was sensitive, especially now that Steve was watching. Your other hand gripped your tits and squeezed and massaged.
You were already moaning and shutting your eyes after a few touches. You pushed two fingers inside of you, whereupon a particular moan erupted in the room. But it wasn’t yours. You opened your eyes to see Steve standing naked now, his semi-hard cock in his hand.
A whole new wave of arousal came over you. “Sir, please, j-just touch me. Let me touch you.”
“No, baby. Be a good girl and continue. If you’re good I’ll fuck you afterwards.”
At the thought your fingers sped up, trying as hard as possible for your filthiest dream to come true. Much to your surprise, it didn’t take much long for you to reach the point where you were able to cum already. It was probably the way Steve had jerking himself off, throwing his head back here and there, but always looking at you and keeping eye contact.
Something about all it was forbidden arousing, having you ready to cum—just like he had asked. “G-Gonna cum, Sir. Please let me.”
“Already? I thought you said you couldn’t do it.” His eyes were fixated on your fingers as they sped up again, bringing you so close to the edge. “Go on, be a good girl and cum all over your fingers.”
And you did. You felt yourself clench around your fingers and let out a series of loud moans. Still, you kept your eyes open and watched how Steve admired his view.
In a moment of content, you let your eyes fall shut for a second while you pulled your fingers out of your dripping pussy. Steve had used this to his advantage, got on the bed and thrusted into you in one hard thrust.
Your eyes flew open in shock, immediately whimpering at the stretch. “Fuck, baby, always so fucking tight”, he moaned. “My good slut.”
You rapidly nodded, watching how Steve’s cock pumped inside you. “Mhm, s’good, Sir.”
“Yeah? Feel good, baby?”
You nodded, throwing your head back when Steve grabbed your waist and took you at a different angle. That allowed him to hit this specific spot inside of you, making your legs shake and mind cloud. Every time he pushed his cock back inside of you, an unidentified noise escaped your mouth.
You had stopped registering anything else than the pleasure and Steve’s word a long time ago. Now, you felt the edge building in your stomach again, there was just a little something missing.
“Please, Sir, m-more”, you mumbled and gripped his biceps.
Steve smirked down at you, knowing exactly knowing what you wanted. “What do you need, baby? Hm? Tell me or else I can’t help you.” You mumbled something incoherent. “C’mon, be a good girl.”
You couldn’t talk anymore, simply grabbing his wrist and placing his hand around your throat, closing his fingers with yours. It was like something had snapped inside him. He closed his hand tightly, a little oxygen still making its way. He pounded even harder into you, his other hand circling your clit.
“Needa cum, Sir”, you said. “Please, p-please, cum.”
“Do it, baby. Right behind you.”
You fell over the edge the second he finished his sentence. You were still shaking around him, because he was pounding into you restlessly, trying to chase his own high. “Where do you want my-“
“Inside”, you answered before he could finish his sentence.
With one last thrust, he spilled his seed inside of you. “Look at that, baby. You think anyone else would’ve bred you this beautifully?”
