a/n: this is my part two to my bucky barnes series! i hope you all enjoy and i’m sorry for the long wait. :)
pairing(s): dom!bucky barnes x f!sub!reader
story summary: warned by your father-like-figure to stay away from his war buddy, James Buchanan Barnes, but you find him in your bed after a few too many drinks. Is it just a drunken mistake or something more? (a series in the making)
warnings: 18+, obvious age gap, dom/sub dynamic, unprotected sex, size kink, daddy kink, praise kink, soft degradation/teasing, choking, creampie, petnames (peach, doll, princess, baby girl), sexual tension, shower sex, overstimulation (please lmk if i missed any!)
word count: 3.2k+
You woke up in your empty bed, Bucky’s warmth long gone as you sat up in the sheets. The events of the night prior had yet to return to your sober mind until you stood from the bed. Your shoulders and back ached in pleasurable pain, causing your eyes to unconsciously widen in surprise. Your first instinct was to run towards your mirror, but you found yourself struggling to even take a step due to your shaky legs. With a soft groan, you held onto the wall for support, knees trembling with every step. It was then you noticed the redness around your wrists, brushing your fingertips along the sensitive skin as you began to piece the last several hours together.
Once you finally made it to the mirror, you were in shock of how messy you looked. Your once freshly curled hair had become knotted throughout your head, while streaks of mascara ran down your cheeks due to past overstimulation and the worst second worst part was the light bruising that dusted your lips. The cherry on top though was that you had deliberately broken the rules and slept with the one person who was off limits;
Bucky.
In an instant, the missing memories pieced together the rest of the puzzle and all you could think of was how you craved more of him. More of his warm body pressed against yours while his cold digits ran over your skin. And more of the mind-numbing kisses he pressed all over your body. You felt your stomach drop at the realization of the night before and anxiety quickly filled your body. You needed to take a shower and head to training.. with Steve.. after you fucked his best friend. You shivered stay the thought, trudging to the bathroom in the walk of shame.
As you turned the handle of the shower, you found yourself smiling softly as your eyes landed on one of Bucky’s famous sticky notes. It was his thing for you that had started a few months ago when you were upset at the team for not bringing you on one of their most important missions. Bucky seemed to notice you start shying away from everyone, including even him and as a means to fix that, he began to leave small notes where he knew you’d find them, usually having old jokes or new songs that he had found that he thought would peak your interest. You couldn’t stop yourself from noticing his older mannerisms, finding them rather romantic even if it was just as a friendly gesture.
This one was different though. It was sweeter, more personal, and even had a touch of his younger girl-charmer self. Written on the blue post-it was ‘Good morning, my peach. I slipped out before the others woke up, but I’ll see you at training. <3 With love, James.
You felt your heart pound in your chest as you placed the piece of paper down before slipping into the shower to calm your nerves. You felt as your muscles relaxed under the water, the heat breaking down the knots that had formed. A stressed sigh escaped your lips as you continued your shower routine quickly, subconsciously rushing to see Bucky again.
As soon as you were finished and dry, you began throwing on your clothes, the fabric sliding over your damp skin. You truly didn’t have time to doll yourself up, almost tripping over yourself when trying to rush out the door. You peered at the phone in your hand, gasping when you read the time; 9:13.
You were already over a half-an-hour late when you barged into training, eyes quickly falling over your way. You noticed a hungover Wanda and Kate chugging water, while Sam held his pounding head in his hands, and in the center of the room, Steve stood with his arms folded over his chest.
“You’re late, Maximoff.” He said blankly, his sharp eyes staring daggers at you. You faltered slightly under his gaze, your brain pondering all the ways he could have found out about the events of last night before Bucky came out from behind his frame.
You felt your heart pound at the sight of his sweat glistened body that was almost ripping through his shirt, begging for freedom. He placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder, chuckling at how serious his friend suddenly looked.
“Cut the girl some slack, Stevie, she downed a lot of alcohol last night thanks to a little someone.” Bucky motioned towards Kate who flashed the two an awkward chuckle and avoided eye contact before turning back to her training. “She can’t hold her liquor like we can.”
“Okay.. but I don’t want this to become a common thing, alright Y/N?” Steve questioned, gaining a quick nod from you in return. “Bucky, get her warmed up and stretched out, will ya?” The innuendo caused you to tense up as you began to tie up your hair, not missing the eager grin that became pasted on Bucky’s lips.
“You got it, Cap.” The brunette began to make his way towards you, causing the hair on your skin to pipe up in anticipation. Your eyes locked with his as he got closer, a mistake that you soon realized as memories from the previous night started pooling into your brain. “G’morning, peach.” His gruntled voice softly reached out to you as he leaned past you to place down his things.
“Good morning, Buck.” You managed to croak out, using your voice for the first time that morning. Bucky looked over at you cautiously, stopping himself from questioning the sudden use of his common nickname. You gulped softly as his eyes took a quick scan of your body, Bucky happily catching his delicately place love bites on your skin. He sighed inwardly, before taking a step back from you.
He extended his hand out, yours gently being placed in his before letting him lead you to the mats and after that, the rest of training went by in a blur. You did your best to avoid eye contact with your training partner, which didn’t happen to go unnoticed. At the end of the session, Steve came up to you and started congratulating you on your improvement, though it went through one ear and out the other as you noticed Bucky waiting for you by the door.
“Thank you Cap, and I apologize again for being late, but I am beyond sweaty and would really like another shower.” You flashed him a small smile as you picked up your items before reluctantly walking towards Bucky.
The large man smiled down at you whilst opening the door, his hand finding it’s way to the small of your back. Usually, it would make you feel comfortable, since it was a usual gesture coming from Bucky, but instead you felt like you were about to catch flame. Bucky felt your body tense under his touch, sighing once more that morning as he began leading you through the hallways.
“Relax, doll. No one knows about last night,” He whispered gently in your ear as he turned the two of you around a corner. “No one, but us.” You felt his calloused hand began to travel down towards your hips as he turned you to face him. He saw the hesitation in your eyes as you instantly looked around for other members of your team. “What is it, peach?” He tried to cup your face, but you pulled yourself from his touch. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”
This made you unconsciously gasp as you finally met his blue eyes, the same ones you’ve been trying to avoid all morning. You noted the way worry spread over his face, causing you to soften in his hold. He looked like a little kid when he was worried. With one more look and listen of your surroundings, you placed your hand on his stubbled cheek.
“No, James. You did everything perfectly.” You felt him ease up under your touch as you started to run your fingers over his nape. “It was an amazing night, but..” You paused, trying to find the right words while feeling his eyes boring into you as he pulled you closer to his body. This caused your eyes to go wide in surprise as his grip on your hips tightened. You couldn’t help but falter at his touch, leaning into his chest slightly as he searched your face for any clues of what the problem was. “It’s against Cap’s rules, James.”
“Oh darling, we’re far past following the rules.” He interrupted, the stress leaving his body as he was finally able to cup your jaw. “You’re such a good girl, peach.” He pushed his teasing further as he began to get comfortable, bringing his face inches from yours before pulling back completely. You were about to question him before he took ahold of your hand, pulling you towards his room. You felt your nerves reignite as he unlocked his door, pushing you inside quickly.
Déjà vu hit you like a bus as he began backing you up into the spacious room, closing and locking the door behind him. It was your turn to search for an answer to his actions as he turned away from you to open his bathroom door. You watched from behind him as he turned on the shower, steam soon filling up the small space.
“You coming with, baby?” He cooed softly, extending his hand for yours once again as he stood in the doorframe, steam circling his broad frame.
You look from his eyes to his hand before choosing to instead pull your shirt from your sweaty skin and over your sore shoulders. You slowly began to strip of each article of clothing, watching Bucky let his hand fall to his side as he watched with his bottom lip between his teeth, dumbstruck once more at your body. When you were fully undressed, you began to walk towards him, trying to slyly slip by his body and into the bathroom only to be stopped by an arm wrapping around your waist.
“Not so fast, pretty girl,” He pulled your body against his chest, his hands beginning to roam your sticky skin. “You aren’t getting away that easily.” His fingers began to carefully tickle your sides, helping you relax as you engulfed in laughs.
This continued for a few moments longer before he released your frame, allowing you to scurry into the bathroom with a small smack to your bum. You took this chance to check yourself out in the mirror, the lack of alcohol in your system making your confidence plummet slightly as you crossed your arms around yourself. As you stared at the reflection, you caught glimpse of Bucky undressing his buff body.
In your sober state, you took in all of his features once again. Unlike last night, you noticed the small things like the way his shoulder muscles tense when he stood up straight, or the big vein that ran down his stomach and past his v-line. The happy trail enticed you and you held your breath, watching him pull down his briefs. Your jaw almost dropped as you fully took in his size, seeing it bounce back against his stomach. You felt yourself begin to drown with slick as you pulled your eyes from his stature and back to yourself.
When he finally turned his attention back to you, he began walking your way causing a shiver to travel down your spine as your eyes found his already hard member again. Bucky slowly pressed your body flush against the counter, caging you between him and the cold granite, using his metal digits to keep ahold of your hip. Your eyes met his in the mirror as his free hand found its way around your throat.
You tried to catch his next move, but he caught you by surprise when he pushed his member through the gap of your thighs, his shaft rubbing beautifully through your folds. Your hand flew to grip his wrist as he continued to tease your throbbing entrance with painfully slow thrusts, his throbbing tip threatening to enter you every time.
“I’ve wanted round two all morning, baby girl.” He let out an audible groan as he pushed you down against the chilling surface, your womanhood becoming exposed to his eyes. He kept his hand on your back as the other began to pump his length, wet from the juices that had dripped from your core. “Unless you want to follow the rules?” He asked, batting his eyes innocently as they found yours.
“Jamie..” You whimpered softly at his taunting, using an unexplored nickname, causing Bucky to freeze momentarily. You froze as well when you saw his reaction, worried that you had said something wrong. Not a second later did you feel him enter you inch by inch before bottoming out inside of you.
“Only you are ever allowed to call me that.” He whispered as he towered over your frame. His hips began to grind against your ass, allowing his tip to blissfully kiss your womb. The sensation caused loud whines and mewls of pleasure to leave your mouth as you reached behind you to grab on to any part of him you could. His eyes stayed glued onto your core as he pulled himself almost completely out before sinking back in, watching as his girth stretched out your tight hole. ”You hear me? Only your pretty little voice can use that name. Okay, little one?”
You unconsciously moaned at his words, nodding repeatedly as he began to pick up his pace. It wasn’t until he harshly grasped your hair and pulled you up to see him in the mirror did you realized what he wanted. Your mind flashed to last night, causing your cunt to clench around him at the thought.
“Yes, daddy.” You managed to get out between your noises, but happily so as you watched a proud smirk fall onto his face. His hand left your hair to find your throat, pulling you to his hairy chest so he could plant a kiss on your temple whilst keeping up his brutal assault on your g-spot. Thankfully, his other arm snaked around your waist to keep you upright as your knees began to buckle. Your loud moans bounced off the echoey walls as you watched his face contort in pleasure.
“That’a good girl. My best girl.” He softly praised in your ear as his grip on your neck tightened, knocking the breath from your lungs.
“Thank you, daddy.” You couldn’t help but accentuate the nickname, feeling him twitch inside your warm walls as his thrusts started a feral pace.
Your mind began to become a fogged up world of bliss, causing you a struggle to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. You tried so hard, desperate to watch Bucky as he properly stretched you out. You small hands gripped the wrist around your throat, digging crescent shapes into his skin. You couldn’t help but let out a small squeal as Bucky pressed his golden hand against your lower stomach, caressing the bulge that formed with every thrust.
“You look so perfect, peach.” He groaned out, staring at the way your small body melted into his, loving the way you took every inch of him with adoration. He kept his eyes on yours in the reflection as he began to nip at your skin. You groaned softly, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach begin to form.
And then in a instant, it was gone. You watched in shock as Bucky released you, pulling completely out of your now gaping hole. You angrily turned to face him, ready to put up a fight for his immense teasing before he quickly grabbed you up by your thighs. He situated you on his hips before he carefully filled you up again.
You leaned your chest into his, holding onto his shoulders for support as he began to walk into the shower, the hot water falling over your bodies. You gasped as your back touched the shower wall, the cold tile being a relief to the heat between the two of you. You met his eyes before he rutted his hips into yours, his lips swallowing the moan that left you.
You loved how he felt, loved how he treated you like an angel and a slut all at the same time. He took care of you even when it wasn’t allowed and that thought made your heart beat quicken as he gently caressed your hips. His movements hit the perfect rhythm to send you over the edge causing your grip on his skin to tighten. You both yelled out in bliss as you hit your high and flushed around his cock. His thrust became sloppy and his shoulders tensed under the pads of your fingers as he persisted in abusing your core.
“Stay with me, baby girl, daddy’s so close.” He gasped out before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, gaining a weak nod from you as your body convulsed in overstimulation. He pressed his lips to yours as he thrusted his tip against the deepest part of you, releasing his load into your sore body.
After a minute of pressing soft kisses to your skin accompanied by soft thrusts into you, Bucky gently helped you down to your feet. He held you up as he placed you under the water, allowing you to become fully drenched.
“Jamie..?” You ask meekly, turning to face him with shaking legs. His hands rested themselves on your sides as he cocked his head, a caring smile on his lips as he waited for you to continue. “Does this mean, that it wasn’t.. well you know..?”
“A one night stand, princess?” He asked, chuckling to himself as he nuzzled your nose, his hands cupping your face lovingly. “You, my dear, are way more than that to me.”
You felt him lean into you, pressing his lips against yours for what felt like the 100th time that day. This kiss was new, causing you to melt at the amount of emotion he put into it. His arms slowly embraced your frame, holding you close as a mixture of sweat, cum, and stress ran from your bodies.
When he pulled back, your eyes scanned his face for any hint of a lie, your insecurities getting the best of you. Like usual, Bucky knew every one of your faces, pressing his body closer to yours as he reconnected your lips. His lips hit yours like honey, his large hands holding your face close to his.
“I promise you.” He quickly stated before coming back to your lips, kissing you for several moments before he began to quickly place small kisses to your cheeks, your nose, and even your ears. You couldn’t help but let out a childish giggle as his scruff tickled your skin, squirming in his hold.
“Okay, okay, I believe you!” You yelled through laughs, his bright smile giving you butterflies as he gave you his final kiss before quietly beginning to run soap over your skin. You sighed contently in his arms, giving in to his help in washing your body.
a/n: definitely not the first piece I've written, but my first post on here! please like, comment, reblog, basically just boost this story for others to see <3 i'm currently taking requests, so please don't be shy and let me hear your amazing ideas!
pairing(s): dom!bucky barnes x f!sub!reader
story summary: warned by your father-like-figure to stay away from his war buddy, James Buchanan Barnes, but you find him in your bed after a few too many drinks. Is it just a drunken mistake or something more? (a series in the making)
warnings: 18+, smoking/drinking, soft mentions of trauma, obvious age gap, dom/sub dynamic, unprotected sex, size kink, daddy kink, praise kink, BDSM, soft degradation, soft exhibitionism, choking, creampie, pussy slapping, petnames (peach, doll, princess, toy), fingering, sexual tension (please lmk if i missed any!)
word count: 5.6k+
It was an average Friday for you, having found yourself at Kate's bar, loudly chatting with the almost deaf Clint - who was a few beers too deep for how early it was in the night - and your bubbly sister Wanda who matched Clint’s energy perfectly. You laughed at the two lightweights though you couldn’t quite complain, fore it would be total hypocrisy after how many shots Kate laid in front of you, thankfully placing a cup of water next to each one. You smiled graciously at your friend as she decided to forego the next shot and replaced it with soda. You took a sip of the cool drink, sighing at the relief it gives your burning throat, causing Clint to chuckle.
You turned to look at the clock that hung above the entrance of the bar, smirking to yourself when you see the time. You pulled out your pocket mirror from your purse, checking your lipstick and smoothing down some stray hairs before you notice both Kate and Clint widely grinning at you.
“Getting dolled up for Mr. Barnes, aye?” Clint slurred, his attempt at a whisper loud enough to pull a snort from your friend on the opposite side of the bar. You punched his arm with a playful smile tugging at your lips. “’m not judging, just be careful of Daddy Rogers.”
You managed to force a small laugh, suddenly embarrassed by the topic. It wasn’t a secret that you were attracted to Bucky, almost the whole team knew. It started about a year ago, when you first met Bucky.
You were quite new to the team, along with your siblings, Pietro and Wanda, when Bucky was brought on to the team by Captain Steve Rogers. You were training with the other two triplet’s, trying to take on both at once when Bucky walked in next to Steve, causing you to lose your concentration and allowing Pietro the opportunity to rush a punch to your stomach.
Clutching your stomach in pain as your brother held an arrogant grin on his face, you felt your adrenaline skyrocket and by the look on Wanda’s features, Pietro knew he messed up.
“Wait-“ You quickly casted your spell before he could finish speaking, vines racing up his legs, trapping him in place before he could run. You smirked as you managed to outsmart him perfectly before colliding your fist with his chin and watching him fall back in shock as the plants dispersed.
With a smug look on your face, you finally turned your attention back to the two men who had just walked into the training room, a tint rising to your cheeks when you saw Bucky staring at you in a mixture of amazement and shock. Rogers stood with his arms crossed over his chest with an approving look on his face before speaking up.
“Glad to see you improving on your magic use, but before you steal the show, I’d like to introduce you all to James Buchanan Barnes. He’s a childhood friend of mine!” Steve energetically says, clapping a hand on Bucky’s back.
You looked toward the man, finally being able to take in his looks. He looked disheveled, hair long and knotted, unshaven and a readable sadness lingering in his icy blue eyes, but you felt your heart stutter as you looked him over. He looked so broken, yet so… beautiful.
As Steve was introducing your siblings, you faintly heard him speak your name, causing Bucky’s eyes to meet your stare. He chuckled softly before reaching for your subconsciously outstretched hand. His hand had enveloped your small one completely as he gently shook it.
“Pleasure. You can call me Bucky.” A deep, raspy voice crocked out of his throat, almost making you melt right on the spot.
“Okay, James.” You teased lightly, hoping to ease his obvious discomfort at least somewhat. He chuckled softly before releasing you to return to your sister’s side.
“I wouldn’t mind training with him.” Wanda whispered in your ear, a giddy giggle leaving her lips. You turned to remind her of their super hearing before Steve looked towards the two of you.
“None of that. He is 105 years old, and he’s off limits to you girls.” Steve declared, pointing at you and your sister, but you were too busy linking eyes with Bucky. This time, it was you who had caught him staring. “Do you understand, y/n?” Steve brought your attention back to him, causing you to quietly nod at his father-like tone and turned away to continue your training session, but not without feeling eyes staring you down before the men took their leave.
You didn’t lie when you agreed that Bucky was a line to not cross, but that didn’t stop you from applying a light layer of make up right when you wake up, or wearing the tightest sports wear you could find on the days you trained with Bucky, or even wearing a dress that shaped your body perfectly to his birthday party, and now here you were, getting ready for him while you waited for the rest of the team to join the four of you.
Like clockwork, you heard the chime of the front door opening, causing you turn in your chair - the other’s around you followed your eyesight – to see the other avengers filing into the bar. First was Steve, Natasha on his arm as the two laughed at something Sam said as he stood beside them. Behind them was Bruce and Tony, the rich inventor bragging to the doctor about his new suit. Your eyes searched for Bucky but a pout formed on your face when he was nowhere to be seen.
Natasha was the first to cone squeeze you tightly, squealing as she did so. She kept her hands on your arms as she pulled away and her famous grin formed on her lips.
“Bucky is outside smoking, just in case you were in need of a smoke.” She spoke in a hushed tone, your mood instantly becoming brighter. You couldn’t help but grabbing her face and placing a kiss on her forehead. You didn’t know if it was your girlish excitement or the countless shots you poured down your throat for a confidence boost, but you hardly had time to worry about it before you were on your feet and rushing out the door.
Looking around for the all too familiar rough looking man, you spotted him leaning against the side of the bar with his eyes on his phone. With one last smoothing of your hair and clothes, you walked into his eyesight. When Bucky finally saw you, a small smile grew on his face before he disregarded his phone in his jacket pocket. Taking a drag from his cigarette, Bucky pushed himself off the wall, walking up to you, his tall frame towering over you.
“Couldn’t wait another minute for me, doll?” Bucky teased in his usual manner, before wrapping his arm around your waist in a hug. It had been a few days since you last saw him due to his last mission. Your arms wrapped around him in return, a laugh leaving your mouth before you pulled away.
“Don’t flatter yourself, James,” You said, pulling out a cigarette from your personal pack, placing it in your mouth. Bucky watched as you lit the cigarette between your teeth, his eyes resting on your lips for a moment. “I just don’t like smoking alone in public.” You added after blowing the smoke from your lungs and leaning back against the wall.
“Worried someone will come snatch you up?” Bucky smirked, taking a step closer to you, somewhat trapping you against the wall. His eyes watched yours for a reaction, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. You strained your neck to look up at him, innocently looking at him through your lashes. “You’re stronger than that y/n.” He teased as he hit the cig in his hand, blowing the smoke lightly over your face.
“Funny you think so. Maybe you should tell that to Stark.” Your fingers found his jacket zipper as a sigh escaped your lips.
You hadn’t been on an actual mission like your siblings had. Not once since you joined the team, but you could only blame yourself. It wasn’t that you were a bad fighter, but over the last couple of months, your magic had been acting.. weird to say the least. It would fluctuate with your mood, causing you to be a safety hazard on the field. It was starting to frustrate you. You hadn’t notice Bucky shift his position, placing his gloved metal hand on the wall beside your head. It was only when you felt his hot breath on your face that you looked up at it, placing your hand flat on his chest.
“You know why he’s like that, peach,” Peach. His personal nickname for you that made you gush like a teenager. “We just got to get your powers under control, then you can come be my pretty sidekick.” He lightened the mood like always by teasing, granting him a laugh from you. He stayed close to you for a little while longer, waiting as you finished your smoke, his already long gone and the butt discarded on the ground.
Once you were done, he led you back into the bar, his hand on the small of your back in a domineering way. You felt a familiar flutter in your heart, one that only Bucky creates. He carefully brought you through the now crowded bar as you struggled to make it back to the team, Sam throwing his hands up in the air when he saw you.
“y/n!” He pulled you in for a hug, Bucky’s hand disapprovingly leaving the exposed skin on your waist. “Where’d you go?” You smiled up at him, about to answer before Steve lifted you from behind. You squeal, slapping his arms, cursing the super serum running through his and Bucky’s veins. He placed you down steadily on the ground, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“How are you doing, shortstack?” Steve asked, receiving a chuckle from both Sam and Bucky, the two of them now nursing beers in their hands. You rolled your eyes with small smile on your face as you took your seat between Wanda and Nat.
“I’m alright, I saw an old friend today, so not too bad.” You replied, bringing up events prior to this evening. Natasha’s eyes widened, her hand quickly grabbing yours in curiosity. You mentally cursed yourself, calling Kate over to order another drink, you’d need one with your sister and best friends now throwing questions towards you. The only one who hadn’t said anything was Bucky.
Ignoring the obscene number of questions being asked of you, you buried your head in your hands, feeling a presence lean over you to place a now empty bottle on the bar. You looked up from your hands to see Bucky once again towering you, causing a hot blush to run to your face. He leaned down closely to your ear as he waited for another beer to be placed in front of him.
“So, who’s the guy?” Bucky asked with a smirk, Natasha smiling to herself as she hears his protective tone that completely goes over your head. You took a small sip of your drink before giving a meek reply.
“It wasn’t a guy, Buck,” You assured him, not taking note of the way his shoulders relaxed slightly. “It was just someone who I used to know back in grade school.” Wanda perked up at the mention of old times, a reminiscent smile resting on her lips as she turned back to her previous conversation.
“Mm.” He hummed softly in your ear, somewhat content with your reply before Kate placed a round of shots on the table instead of his beer. A groan left Bucky’s mouth, causing you to stiffen slightly in your chair due to his proximity. The alcohol was definitely starting to get to you, but that didn’t stop you from grabbing the small glass in front of you as everyone else lined up at the bar.
You felt Bucky once again return his hand to your skin, his fingers brushing your waist as he tried to fit everyone at the bar. You shivered slightly under the touch of his cool leather gloves but smiled as everyone hit the bottom of their glass on the bar before throwing back their shots. Your face scrunched up a bit at the burning that returned to your throat, Bucky grinning to himself.
“Careful there, peach, it’s not even nine o’clock.” He held your water up for you to take and once you did, you almost finished the full cup, earning a chuckle from Bucky as he rubbed your back. Tonight was gonna be a long night.
It was around one thirty in the morning when you and the rest of the team stumbled out of the bar. You and the other three girls were laughing loudly as you almost fell over each other. It was obvious that you four were hammered, and even Clint and Tony were babbling nonsense as Banner pulled them too his car with a groan of annoyance. Steve and Sam took ahold Natasha and Wanda, pulling them away as well while Kate pulled you into a hug before beginning to walk back to her apartment. Once the team dispersed, that left you and Bucky standing on the sidewalk alone.
“Let me give you a ride back to the complex,” He offered, reaching over to hold you up as he led you to his motorcycle. You gasped when you saw it and put your hands on his chest to object, but you were already being lifted onto the bike. “Come on, doll, it’s only ten minutes away, five if you wanna go faster.” He bargained, making you bite your bottom lip nervously as he took his seat behind you, his burly chest pressing against your back.
He rested his hands on your waist as he waiting for confirmation, smiling when he saw you timidly nod. He removed his hands from your body before reaching around your frame and revving his engine. The bike took off fast and you squeezed your eyes shut as your fingernails dug into his thighs. Bucky noticed your nerves and you felt his stubble hit your cheek as he leaned into earshot.
“Open your eyes, peach, I got you.” His voice was soft and comforting, reassuring you as you slowly peeled your eyes open. You watched as he swerved through the once full streets, careful enough not to jostle you around as the Christmas lights that littered the streets flew past you. You relaxed into his chest as you put your trust in him and you smiled as the wind hit your faces. “There you go, peach! Good girl.” Your mind blurred at his praise, wiggling against him in embarrassment as you let a small smile graze your features.
His comment made your heart rush, leaving you praying that Bucky couldn’t feel it banging against your rib cage. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol making you courageous, but you slowly reached up to wrap your hand around the back of his neck as you buried yourself deeper in his chest.
Your fingers played with his now short roots as you looked at him with glossy eyes. Bucky had definitely changed a lot since joining the team. He looked healthier than before, fresh and clean, but his eyes still held the same sadness that they did the day you met him. You softly scratched at his scalp with your nails, hearing Bucky take a sharp inhale as he glanced down at you. Your face was rosy from the alcohol, and he could see how intoxicated you were just by the way you looked at him.
Bucky wished time could stop for a moment, just so he could look at you longer. He groaned softly as you gave the hair at his nape a tug, causing him to accelerate. He knew that if he had you with him any longer, he wouldn’t be able to head Steve’s warning, you were just tempting to him. Before long, you pulled into the Avenger’s complex, Bucky parking his bike before he politely took your hand to help you off.
You stumbled, grabbing his forearms to stable yourself. You could feel his cold metal through his jacket, the arm that he so desperately tried to hide from public view. It made you heart ache just to think about. With a small tug of your arm, Bucky led you to the elevator, releasing your hand as he pushed the button to your floor, but not pressing his. Was he going to walk you back to your room? What a gentleman. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by Jarvis speaking.
“Good evening, Mr. Barnes, Ms. Maximoff, welcome back.” The human like voice echoed through the elevator.
“Thank you, Jarvis. Where are the others?” You asked curiously, nodding when he told you they were all already in their rooms. You nodded, sure the AI picked it up on the security camera above you.
When the door opened, Bucky continued to lead the way towards your room as your eyes stayed fixated on his back. He had slipped off his jacket in the elevator, leaving him in a tight red shirt while the gold on his metal arm shimmered in the light, slightly covered by the jacket thrown over his arm. You found yourself caught staring when he turned around in front of your door, frowning when he saw where your eyes landed.
“I’m sorry,” You squeaked out as you fumbled to unlock your door. You flashed your eyes over your shoulder as he took of his gloves, his hands turning into fists as he stared daggers at the floor. You pushed open your door before placing your fingers on the metallic groves. “If it’s any consolation, I was admiring, not judging.” You say in a hushed tone, looking up at him with a small smile.
“I don’t know how you could do that, doll.” Bucky sighed, running his flesh hand in his hair as his icy eyes meet yours, tension building in him as he watched you begin to trace the pattern of the cool surface.
“It’s you, James. I will always admire you.” You confidently spoke, keeping your eyes on his as he searched your face for dishonesty. His eyes dipped down your form to take you in fully before he instinctively starting to step towards you. You timidly let him back you into the room, eyes never leaving his as you heard the click of the door locking behind him. “James?” You managed to crock out as he continued walking towards you, dropping his jacket to the floor in a lump.
You felt the bed soon hit the back of your knees, submissively sitting down before him on the soft mattress, gulping softly as Bucky stilled right above you. He didn’t make a sound, his pupils blown in an emotion you couldn’t quiet read as he looked down at you. He hesitantly reached out to you with his left hand, something he usually wouldn’t do, holding your chin as his thumb pulled on your lip. You melted into his touch, kissing the metal digit as it played with your mouth.
Fuck it.
Before either of you could remember that you both knew better, Bucky had your face cupped in his hands and his soft lips were finally on yours. It didn’t take you nearly a second before you returned his needy touch, the alcohol pushing you along like a wing man. He reached down to cup your thighs with his large hands before picking you up from the bed and into his arms, not once letting his lips leave yours as he delicately placed you both down farther up on the big bed. His lips left yours only to connect with the skin of your jaw, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin, careful not to make any visible marks.
“Tell me to stop,” Bucky breathed out into your ear before he continued hastily planting kisses to your skin. You could feel his hands massaging your hips as your legs stayed clutched around his waist. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave. But if you don’t, I can’t promise that you won’t be waddling tomorrow.” You couldn’t help but release a small whine at his statement, wanting needing to make this forbidden fantasy a part of your reality.
“I want you.. James.” You hushed him as he faltered, the sound of his name rolling off your tongue was heavenly. He was quick to trap your lips in another kiss. It was different then the first kiss, secure and sure of his decision as he now bruised your lips with his. He reluctantly pulled away from you to pull his shirt over his head, about to return to your lips before he felt your fingertips graze the many scars on his shoulder. He grabbed your hand to pull it away, but you kept it firm in place.
“Relax, I would never judge you.” You reassured him, feeling him put more weight on you as he relaxed into your touch. You couldn’t begin to imagine what Bucky had been through but the scars on his body all told a story, one’s that you were so desperate to understand. Before you could change the topic, you felt Bucky shift against you, causing another small whine to form in your throat as his erection brushed against your warm core. You thanked whatever gods there were that you wore a skirt today, and just a skirt.
Bucky smirked, - knowing full well what had happen - before carefully grinding his hips into you, creating friction where your bodies met. Your breath hitched as the fabric from his tight jeans rubbed your sensitive mound, your eyes falling closed. His hands found their way back to your hips, aiding you in grinding against his hard on while he placed another kiss to your swollen lips. Not ceasing his actions, Bucky reached up your short skirt, hiding his warm fleshed hand under the fabric and smirking against your lips as further exploration discovered your lack of panties.
Carefully, his calloused thumb found your clit, beginning to rub small, lazy circles as he pulled from your kiss to hear a soft moan escape you. A sound rumbled in his chest, and he dips a thick finger into you. He wanted more of the beautiful noises you made, and you easily gave it to his demands.
“This wet for me, peach?” He watched as your eyes fluttered open to meet his, struggling to respond as he pumped his finger in your tight hole, failing to form a sentence and giving him a simple nod in reply. “Words baby, use ‘em.” He commanded as he leaned over your body, slipping another finger into your throbbing cavern, causing you to squeal.
“Y..Yes, James.. all for you..” You managed to mutter; submissiveness clear on your face as you gripped his shoulders for support. Bucky kissed your temple in praise before deepening the thrust of his fingers, his digits curling perfectly inside of you. He placed his lips on yours again, swallowing your sounds as he continued fucking you with his fingers. Breathing became harder against Bucky’s lips and he soon carefully removed his fingers from your sore cunt.
You whined is displeasure, missing the feeling of his thick fingers filling you, shocked as he slowly brought them to his lips. You watched with hooded eyes as he licked his fingers clean of your juices, a loud groan leaving his throat at your taste. He pushed himself off you to stand, your thighs instantly pressing together in hopes of some relief. He gently helped you sit up on your shaky knees, removing your cardigan from your shoulders, followed by your shirt. His smirk grew when he saw you were also lacking a bra and when you go to unzip your skirt, his hand stopped you, making you look up at him sweetly.
“Leave the skirt. I love how you look in it.” He complimented earnestly before flipping you onto your stomach, knocking the breath from your lungs. He then grabbed your hips, hiking them up into the air before lifting your skirt, allowing the cold air to blow on your slick covered pussy.
You blushed at how exposed you were before Bucky placed a harsh smack on your ass. Taking note of all the pretty love scars you have on your bum and thighs; it was clear to Bucky that you weren’t the pure girl you had made yourself out to be. Another moan filled the quiet room as he refilled your hole with his fingers, a squelching sound from your slick becoming louder as more of your slick puddled onto his palm.
“Can’t wait to fill this pretty little cunt.” He mumbled, mostly to himself as he slowly unzipped his pants, your cunt squeezing his fingers as you hear his pants hit the ground. “‘m gonna fill you up until you’re leaking me for days, peach.”
He removed his fingers before grabbing ahold of your wrists, pulling them together behind your back. He carefully begins to tie your hands together with his belt, the leather rubbing your skin in a majestic way as he tightened its hold. You pressed your cheek deeper into the bed, straining to see the man behind you while he pulled down his boxers. You watched in awe as his thick and veiny member hit his stomach, causing you to subconsciously arch your back further for him.
“What a sweet little toy you are, hm?” Bucky cooed softly, running his tip through your folds, gathering your slick and using his hand to pump it down his length. Your cunt clenched around nothing, whimpering due to the emptiness as you pressed your backside against him, his tip popping inside your pussy. He carefully grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you back until you were flush with his chest. “Patience, little one,” He pushed into you with an agonizingly slow thrust, his dick splitting you in two. “That’s it.. fuck..”
The stretch of him inside had you seeing stars, tears stinging your eyes as he pulled almost fully out before sheathing himself deep inside of you. A loud moan escaped your mouth and Bucky released your hair to wrap his metal digits around your neck, but not nearly tight enough to hurt you in any way. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before completely stilling his movements. Your whimper echoed off the wall as you started circling your hips on his cock in a silent plea for him to move.
“Beg for it, doll.” He commanded and you didn’t have to think twice before shakily whispering ‘please sir’.
Bucky pushed you down onto the bed, his hand between your shoulder blades to still you while metal dug pleasurably into you ass. He began to thrust into you deeply, reaching unexplored parts of you. Moans and mewls of pleasure fell from your lips, increasing in volume as Bucky’s thrusts quickened. His body trapped yours into the mattress as he bit your shoulder to quiet his own sweet noises. He continued to pump into you, you mind become hazy as you muttered out ‘thank you’ and ‘’s so good”.
“Are you cock drunk, peaches?” He grumbled in your ear, nipping at its sensitive skin as his pelvis smashed against your ass. The nickname made you clench around him, earning a loud groan from his throat. “Oh baby, do it again. Please, peaches. Be a good girl for daddy.” His encouragement hit you straight in the core, your walls fluttering once more around him as the coil in your stomach began to make itself known.
“J..James..” You stuttered, slowly losing yourself to the pleasure. “I’m close..” You finally whined out after struggling with his deep thrusts into you.
Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving you in a bit of worry before he easily flipped you on to your back. It was the first time you got to see all of him clearly. Your eyes trailed down his scar covered chest and to his pulsating cock that was quickly stuffed back inside of you. You back arched due to your hands still tied behind your back, leaving your nipples open for Bucky’s metal fingers to pinch.
“Look at me, princess,” He began, his nickname for you once again changing, not being able to choose which suited you more in his lust drunk state. “Wanna see you when you break.” You mewled in response, Bucky once again pounding himself into you.
Then a knock was placed at your door.
Bucky stilled as Steve’s voice broke through the silence.
“y/n?” Steve called sheepishly. “You and Bucky get home alright?” Bucky grinned evilly before he gripped your hips and started thrusting deeper than before. You couldn’t help but clench your pussy around his length as you replied.
“Y..yeah! I’m s..safe!” You manage to get out as the sound of skin slapping against skin began to grow in volume.
“You okay in there?” Steve asked obliviously. Bucky chuckled in your ear as he felt your pussy get tighter around him. Bucky was about to push you off the edge in front of Steve and he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Y..yes.. Steve!” You yelled his name as Bucky hit that special spot, Bucky growling in distaste as his pace turned sloppy. You should be screaming his name.
“Okay. Remember, you have training tomorrow,” Steve continued, the mewls starting to escape your lips. Bucky placed his hand over your lips, letting you moan into his hand. “So be up by eight thirty tomorrow. That’s all. Goodnight, shortstack.”
“Good..night Ca-!” You felt the orgasm ripple through your body as Bucky quickly returned his hand to your lips after allowing you to reply. Your walls held Bucky tight, pulling him closer to his own high as his uneven pace began to overstimulate your body. You wiggled in Bucky’s grip, but he held on firmly as he helped you ride out your high, simultaneously reaching for his own. Once the two of you heard Steve’s door click shut, Bucky released your lips, listening as you began to babble nonsense.
The cold metal came in contact with your neck again, you earning your neck a warning squeeze when you tore your eyes off of him. Bucky held your face straight in front of his, making you look into his blackened eyes as his other hand found it’s way to your puffy clit. Your back arched in sensitivity as you quickly felt another high coming.
“Don’t want you ever fuckin’ screaming another man’s name. ‘s my little toy.” He said possessively, leaving a smack against your cunt, the pain almost bringing you back to your tipping point. “’s all mine.” He claimed, biting down deep on your chest, causing a small whimper to leave your lips as he kissed the indention of his teeth.
You were so close and all you wanted him to do was kiss your aching lips, but your brain wasn’t allowing you to make a compounded word. As if reading your thoughts, Bucky pressed his lips firmly to yours and pulled his hand from your clit to wrap his arms around your waist, releasing your lips to keep his eyes on you as he stopped thrusting out of you, simply rocking his hips fast onto yours.
“’m so close, baby,” Bucky chocked out, finally losing his composure and ducking his head in the crook of your neck as he began to lose all control of his hips.
You couldn’t bear to talk, simply letting out lewd noises as your second orgasm hit you, walls gripping Bucky’s dick for dear life and with one final thrust, he coated your walls with his thick streams of cum. He stayed buried deep inside you as he caught his breath, carefully releasing your wrists from constriction, rubbing them gently to improve circulation before noticing his cum dripping from you and on the bed.
“Now, this won’t do, peach,” You mewled softly as he lifted your leg up against his chest before thrusting into your overstimulated cunt. You moaned loudly in return as he fucked his cum back inside of you, causing your body to shake and tremble.
Once Bucky was happy satisfied with his work, you felt his length slide out of you. You noticed him stand, looking back at him with sleepy eyes. He caught sight of your stare, soon returning to you and placing a deep kiss on your lips as he dipped a towel between your legs. You hissed softly as the fabric made contact with your swollen pussy, leaving Bucky to gently message the sore skin with his gold digits before lifting the covers over you. He brought your hand to his lips before turning to the door with his clothes in hand, about to take his respectful leave before you quickly grabbed his hand.
“Stay..” You sat up a bit to meet his eyes, a grin spreading on his lips before he walked away to flip the light switch.
You watched for his movement, wondering if he would leave the room before you felt the bed dip beside you, a warm body wrapping around yours. Bucky’s stubble tickled your shoulder as you pressed yourself into him, sighing contently. It didn’t take long before noticing that Bucky was deliberately not touching you with his new limb. Slowly grabbing his left wrist, you wrapped the heavy object around your body, smiling at the chill it provided your burning skin. You could feel Bucky smile against you as he tightened his hold on your waist.
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