I know I never show up here (literally never), but this is just a friendly reminder that I love your work—my fascination with Bucky as the submissive one started because of you. It’s one of the best fanfics I’ve ever read about sex.
I'm from Argentina, and my English isn't good enough to write this on my own, so I had to use a translator. I hope there aren't any mistakes. Big kiss
its okay im just glad you enjoy it :) thank you so much for your support, means a lot to me ❤️
+18 mdni! 'i get wet at the thought of you being a responsible guy' with a very clueless bucky.
cw: responsible bucky!!!!, sub!bucky, dom!m!reader, multiple orgasms, missionary, idk this is silly
word count: 2.0k
a/n: HI omg im so sorry if this isnt as good as u guys expected but i swear its just a warm up piece 💔💔 i miss being motivated to write ANYWAYS please enjoy :3
you were out running errands when your phone buzzes.
bucky: ‘took care of the laundry. folded it too.’
bucky: ‘also unloaded the dishwasher.’
bucky: ‘watered the plants too. they looked thirsty.
you stop dead in the aisle, staring at the screen while a slow grin starts tugging at your mouth. your thumbs fly.
you: ‘you’re so fucking hot for that.’
he reads your message but doesn’t reply. is this guy seriously leaving you on read?
a beat.
bucky: ‘??? i just did some chores??’
you bite back a laugh, leaning against your cart.
bucky: ‘so, dinner. where do you wanna have it tonight?’
you: ‘nah. fuck dinner plans. i’m giving you a reward tonight.’
it takes him a good 5 minutes to reply this time. the dots flashing then disappearing like he’s hesitating.
bucky: ‘reward?’
you smirk, picturing his ears turning pink, the way his mind is probably running laps right now.
bucky: ‘come on, tell me. what kind of reward?’
you: ‘exactly what you’re thinking, baby. be ready when i get home.’
you: ‘the kind that makes you forget your own name.’
you don’t even need to see him to know he’s definitely flustered as hell, probably rereading your texts a million times to make sure that he didn’t misread them.
there’s a long pause. you put your phone away and continue running errands.
then your phone buzzes frantically in your pocket, so you pick it up to see bucky practically spamming you.
bucky: ‘holy shit.’
bucky: ‘do i have to light candles or something??’
bucky: ‘or like.. just sit here and wait?’
three minutes pass. there’s another buzz.
bucky: ‘i’m already nervous as hell, you can’t just drop that on me while i’m alone in the apartment.’
and then, a final one, after a minute of nothing but those typing dots flashing.
bucky: ‘hurry the fuck up and get home.’
—
by the time you arrive at the doorstep, you could hear footsteps padding around from inside the apartment.
sure enough, bucky’s on the couch when you step inside. his hair’s a little messy, hoodie sleeves pushed up like he didn’t know what to do with his hands while he waited. his knee bounces hard when he sees you, like a dog’s tail wagging enthusiastically.
“hi.” he says, way too softly.
you drop your keys, walk straight to him, then crowd into his space until he’s looking up at you with wide eyes.
“you really think i was joking?” you murmur, pressing your knee onto the gap between his thighs on the couch.
bucky’s breath catches almost instantly.
“i.. didn’t know if you meant it.” he says while backing up with his hands half-raised like he’s about to be arrested.
you were about to punch this stupidly cute guy in the face if he keeps this shit up.
“wait- wait- that’s not- i’m not-” he trips over his own words, eyes darting between you and the spotless apartment. “that’s literally just the bare minimum. i live here, i was supposed to do that.”
but you’re not moved at all. you just tilt your head, all amused and intent.
“mm. still did it, still getting rewarded.”
and bucky looks genuinely distressed about the ethics of this. he stands up and takes a walk to the opposite side of the couch, near the wall.
“no, this feels like cheating.” he insists, cheeks warm. “you can’t just- you can’t praise me for being a functional adult.”
meanwhile you’re crowding him into the wall, grinning, clearly enjoying how flustered he is.
“just accept the reward, bucky.”
he’s trying so hard to plead his innocence.
“i swear, i wasn’t doing it for- for this. i wasn’t trying to earn anything.”
which only makes it worse, because now he sounds so sincere and so noble, and that just makes you want to get closer.
so he gives up mid-sentence, sighs, then mutters.
“..this is fucking ridiculous.”
you grin when he looks at you like a kid who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, half desperate, half worship.
“tell me, bucky.” you whisper.
“h-huh?”
“how do you want it, dumbass?”
bucky swallows, his voice small but steady.
“slow, hard, with you.. doing whatever i- whatever you want, but-” then he chokes on the last word. “..just use me.”
perfect. you love that he asks.
you make it easy for bucky: first, you guide him to your shared bedroom. then you strip him of the stupid hoodie he’s been fidgeting with ever since you got home, peel the fabric off his shoulders and drag the collar down so you can kiss the soft skin on his neck.
he melts into you, hands coming to your hips like he can’t believe he’s actually been given the permission to want. you press your forehead to his and murmur.
“okay. slow, then.”
you’re treating him like he just did something precious, something that deserves attention, and its driving him insane because he knows he didn’t do anything special.
he keeps trying to correct you, breath shaky.
“no, that’s- that’s not- you don’t have to-”
but you’re still there, still close, still looking at him like he hung the moon and stars just for doing a few simple chores, and that confuses him.
you spend the next ten minutes unwrapping him like a present. slow, deliberate kisses down his neck, fingers ghosting over the valley of his chest. when you catch him inhaling sharply, you thumb the edge of his jaw and laugh low.
“you’re so cute when you’re needy.”
bucky clutches at your shirt, even as he tries to stay quiet.
“..say it.” he breathes. “tell me i’m good- fuck, please.”
“that you’re good?” you tease, then give him exactly what he wants, soft praise, skin-on-skin contact, the kind of filthy encouragement that makes him lose his mind. “you did everything, you were responsible, you’re mine for tonight.”
it hits him way harder than he expects. the fight just drains out of him all at once. his shoulders drop, breath stuttering like he’d been holding it for ages. he doesn’t look triumphant or smug about it either. he just looks.. undone.
for a second, bucky didn’t even dare meet your eyes. his jaw tightens, lips parting like he wants to argue again, but nothing comes out. he swallows, slow and thick, and you can see how much that simple affirmation landed.
“yeah?” he murmurs, almost in disbelief.
you nod, then guide him to his back and kneel between his legs, fingers trailing a teasing path on his inner thighs until he’s breathing erratic. you kiss him, then let your mouth follow.
he throws his head back the moment you take him in your mouth, one hand threading into your hair, the other clenching the sheets.
“fuck, please.” he rasps. “don’t stop.”
as if you were going to stop any time soon.
you give him slow worship at first, attentive to every twitch and every moan he lets out. when you feel that shift, an urgent, pleading tilt of his hips, you stand, stripping off what you need and coming down on him the way he asked.
bucky cries out at the loss of your touch, but is quickly silenced by your lips on his.
first, you make him take your fingers.
“please- please just hurry- mmh..” he whines.
“you’re just so tight, relax, will you?” you tease.
you keep working your magic with your fingers while he keeps begging for you to hurry.
“i can take it, you know-”
“no, i don’t want you hurt by the end of this.”
unfortunately for bucky, you’re not an easy person to persuade.
it doesn’t take long for you to bring him to a shuddering first orgasm. he cries out your name, breathless, skin flushed. when he cums that first time, it’s around your fingers, needy and loud. he goes quiet for a second, eyes glazed.
“shit.. that’s..”
you grin because he’s exactly where you want him.
“that good, huh?”
bucky can only nod at your words, too blissed out from earlier.
“come on, hips up.” you ordered, slipping a pillow under his hips to prevent unnecessary soreness from your.. activities.
“hurry..” he whines once more.
“what do you want, handsome?”
“..you.”
you smirk, before slowly entering him.
“fuck- fuck, plea- aah..”
“shh, i’m not even halfway in yet.”
when you finally enter him fully, you pull back slowly just to tease him, then slam back in.
“f- aah!” he yelps.
“mm, you told me you could take it, backing off now? chicken?” you coo.
“n-no! fuck off, i- i can take it.. s-swear.”
honestly, you were impressed that he can even form sentences.
“of course, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?”
fuck. you being condescending and patronising him was definitely his biggest weakness.
you sink in harder, watching his face fold.
“w-wait- c-”
heat, hunger, and the way you look at him push him over the edge a second time easily.
you fuck him through it, making him gasp, voice raw.
“you okay?”
“m-mhm.”
you don’t stop, you keep the rhythm. soft, then deeper, harder, letting him ride the waves before crashing into the next one.
bucky’s entire body tightens, his hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white.
“o-okay, you can- fuck, slow- slow down a little-”
“i know damn well that’s not what you want, buck.”
you guide him with deliberate thrusts until he eventually cums again, this time with a ragged, ecstatic sound that leaves him shaking, gasping and somehow laughing through tears.
“jeez, are you seriously laughing right now?” you tease, kissing him on the forehead while slowing down a little to make sure he has a little space to breathe.
“can’t help it- fuck, hah.. feels so.. mm.” he shuts up the moment he was about to admit how good it felt.
you start once more. between thrusts, you kiss him until he forgets to think.
at first you fuck bucky slow to steady his breathing.
“..why are you going- mm, so slow?”
“wouldn’t want my absolute saint of a boyfriend to pass out on me, would i?” you wink at him.
he cringes at what you just said, because what the actual fuck?
but before he could tell you off, you move faster, harder, each push an answer to the way he begged to be used.
bucky loses whatever little composure remained, his moans were coming out sloppy now. he cums the third time around you.
“fuck- oh shit- aah- plea- mmh..”
“okay- fuck, relax, buck- aah, you have to relax or i’ll-”
and finally it’s your turn to cum, spilling inside him while his eyes roll back from sheer bliss.
it takes you a good minute to come back to your senses, but when you finally do, bucky’s already moving his hips against you.
“desperate much?”
“only when it comes to you. you know i- aah!”
you cut him off with harsher thrusts than before, and he swears he feels his limbs go limp.
it takes only a few more thrusts before bucky is cumming again. it’s obvious his body is running on autopilot now, addicted to the pleasure you’re delivering to him.
“someone’s excited tonight. four times, really?”
he can’t answer you even if he tried. he’s shaking so hard you’re surprised your bed frame isn’t shaking along with him.
by the end he’s splayed against you, entirely wrecked, eyes half lidded, mouth slack, cheeks stained where your kisses and his own tears have muddied his skin. his brain has gone honey-thick, every breath is quick and shallow until he eventually calms down.
“are you okay, buck? come on, answer me.”
“mmh.” he nods while he lets out a half sleepy noise.
bucky presses his face into your chest and mumbles something you can’t make out, before drifting into that blissed out stupor of someone who’s thoroughly satisfied with exactly what they asked for.
you fold him into your arms and smirk into his hair.
he sighs, utterly content, somehow melting more in your hold.
+18 mdni! sexually frustrated bucky who, unfortunately, doesn't know what's wrong with him. so you, being the generous bf that you are, you fix it for him.
cw: dom!m!reader, frustrated!sub!bucky, missionary, doggy style, overstimulation, edging (like five times..), multiple orgasms, slight dacryphilia (bucky cries), needy!bucky in denial!!
word count: >2.6k
a/n: stfu imso excited to be back UGHHH hi guys what did i miss :3 i wrote this in 3 hours i hope you guys like it :' i'll work on the requests soon trusttt ... whoops
bucky’s been pacing for the past three hours. his heavy boots dragging across the floor, jaw set tight, as his voice spilled out in sharp, frustrated bursts. this wasn’t him being angry, he knows angry. this is different, more like restlessness. his shoulders are tight even when he’s sitting still. he knows something is wrong, but he just can’t, for the life of him, figure out what.
at first, he started ranting about the traffic earlier that morning, about politics, then to some guy who cut him in line at the store two weeks ago. it doesn’t matter, though. his hands kept flexing like he’s itching for a fight.
you’ve seen it before, multiple times, actually. the fourth time, you thought he had a particularly bad nightmare. the fifth time, you know better. unfortunately for him though, he doesn’t.
so, you let him burn through it like you usually do. by letting him chew out every phantom enemy in his head until his voice got hoarse. when his words start to lose steam, you break the loop.
“bucky,” you say evenly, from where you are sitting on the couch. “come here.”
he freezes immediately, shoulders bunched up under his shirt.
“what?”
“come here.” you pat on the spot on the couch next to you. “sit.”
for a long moment, bucky just stares at you like you’ve lost your mind. he’s still vibrating with energy, teeth grit, but it’s not anger anymore, not really. it’s restlessness, a gnawing frustration under his skin he doesn’t have a name for.
slowly, hesitantly, he comes closer, as if he was daring you to laugh at him. when he finally lowers himself next to you, the weight of him settles heavy and awkward. it’s as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
he sits stiff at first, like he’s waiting for you to shove him away and laugh. to his surprise, you don’t tease him. you just steady him with a palm to his back, fingers brushing the tense line of his spine until his head tips sideways against your shoulder.
“this is bullshit.” he mutters. “i don’t know what’s going on. that’s the problem.”
“what does it feel like?” you ask, while leaning back against the couch.
bucky thinks hard, way too hard for a simple question like this.
“like.. i need to do something, but i don’t know what. nothing fixes it. i tried running, didn’t help. i tried lifting, didn’t help. i tried sleeping,” he grimaces. “definitely didn’t help.”
“oh my god.” you mutter, almost laughing.
“it’s like being hungry, but not for food.” he says. “i hate this. i feel like i’m malfunctioning. is this a side effect of the arm? or the serum? or- i don’t know, stress?”
then bucky groans.
“you’re not pissed, you’re frustrated.” you leaned in, smirking, lowering your voice.
“..don’t make that face.” he frowns.
“god, bucky, have you ever considered that you’re maybe just.. sexually frustrated? you’re mad because you need to get laid.”
dead silence.
bucky blinks once, then twice.
“..what.”
“that happens to people.” you shrug.
“no it doesn’t.” he argues. “i’d know.”
“would you, though?”
he opens his mouth, closes it, then somehow frowns harder.
“i’m not- i’m not thinking about sex.”
“you don’t have to be.”
“that makes zero fucking sense.”
at this point, you don’t need words, you just do what you do. you lean over him while your hand moves to trace lazy shapes down his back, fingers learning the exact place where his shoulders loosen. by the time your lips brush the warm plane of his jaw, he’s already breathing slower, the tension in his body bleeding out.
you press a kiss there, then another, trailing until the roughness of his stubble tickles against your mouth.
bucky inhales sharp, then lets out a sound you know is halfway between surrender and confusion.
you watch the gears in his cyborg head grind in real time, he looks genuinely betrayed by his own body. you slide your fingers down to the waistband of his pants, thumb teasing the edge of it.
“what i’m saying is, you just need a good fuck, is all-”
“what the fuck! don’t say that shit!” he tries to push up off the couch, but your arm circles tighter around his waist, keeping him put.
“what?” you say, perfectly even. “you’re a grown ass man, bucky. it’s a little direct, yeah, but you can take it.”
bucky just stares at you as if you killed his first born child, half offended, half.. something else.
“you’re out of your mind.” he says, then tries to tuck his hips back like he can hide from the sheer ridiculousness of this entire situation.
he leans back against the couch, glaring at you.
you literally have to bite your lip to stifle your laughs.
“yeah yeah, whatever. try it. won’t feel better.” his voice was rough, dismissive, like you were wasting your time trying to save him.
“oh, i’m definitely trying it.” you just smirk, climbing into his lap before he could shove you off. “and when you’re all blissed out and quiet, i’ll make sure to remind you of this moment every single time you act like a raging bull.”
“it’s not gonna work.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
but bucky was already stripping his shirt off before you even got the chance to touch him.
you tried to catch his wrists, laughing under your breath.
“slow down, buck. thought you said this wouldn’t even work.” you guide him back, shifting so he can feel your body press against his. “so now you’re begging for it?”
“begging my ass.” he snaps, pulling you closer. “if you’re going to do it, do it fast, get it over with.”
“you’re unbelievable. you’re acting like im a damn chore.”
“because it won’t fix anything!” he shoots back, bucking his hips up against you, impatient, needy, despite every word coming out of his mouth.
“keep lying to yourself, buck. i’ll fuck that attitude right of you.” your hands map him, ribs, hipbones, the hollow at the base of his throat; while you whisper directions you don’t have to, ‘deeper’, ‘closer’, ‘stay’.
“you’re the one who said this’d fix it. so fix it.” his voice sharp with impatience.
you tilt your head, lips twitching.
“you really think you’re walking away from this with your pride intact, huh?”
bucky tries to grind against you, hissing not from pain but from the heat of it, from the rightness of the friction.
“god,” he breathes. “shit.”
his voice is small, rough and real. he buries his face in your neck like hiding is a sacred thing now.
at first bucky’s jaw clenches.
“you think you can just.. fix me with your cock?” he grumbles. “sex doesn’t fix a fucking thing.”
then he kisses you, but it wasn’t really a kiss. more like, teeth, tongue and pure frustration. his hands clawed at your back, nails biting, grinding against you as if he could get himself off on sheer willpower.
you let him, let him push, let him try and take control, let him rut against you like some dumb animal.
“doesn’t have to fix the world, just needs to.. take the weight off your shoulders.”
“i don’t need it. i’m not some.. needy little-”
bucky’s sentence cuts off when your hand slips under his shirt, warm palm dragging over his stomach. he shudders, trying to shift away.
“then why are you shaking?”
“..i’m not.”
“liar.” you press your lips to his ear, while your other hand cups him through his sweats.
“d-don’t- fuck, don’t-” he jumps, a sharp hiss tearing from his throat.
“don’t what? don’t touch the hard-on you swore you didn’t have?”
bucky grips onto the armrest of the couch for dear life.
“it’s- it’s not because i want it. my body’s just- fuck, just wired up, alright?”
“so let me rewire you.” you position him on the couch, then push his sweats down, freeing him.
he was just about to tell you off for getting on your knees for him; instead he gasps when your hand finally wraps around his cock, squeezing slow, dragging precum down the length.
“fuck, i don’t- don’t need this.”
“is that so? then why’s your cock leaking all over my hand?”
you don’t give him time to respond, stroking him until he’s trembling, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut like he can pretend all this isn’t happening right now. but his hips keep jerking up into your palm, chasing every stroke.
and when you slide two slick fingers inside him, his breath punches out in a guttural sound, thighs squeezing shut around you.
“f-fuck you, fuck- ah- i don’t-”
“say you don’t want it again. say it while you’re squeezing around my fingers like that.”
bucky tries, god he tries, mouth opening, but all that comes out is a choked moan. his denial crumbles further when you curl your fingers just right, grazing his sweet spot. he buckles against you, his cock twitching helplessly in your grip.
“yeah, that’s it. that’s the truth right there.”
then finally, finally does he admit it.
“fuck- need you, need you in me-”
“no ‘please’? rude.” you scoff, and he whines at you.
honestly, his pleas were what you were waiting for. you don’t let him curl up when you’re done stretching him. you carry him to the bedroom, and set him down on the mattress. then you flip him forward, press his chest to the mattress and keep his ass high in the air.
bucky grunts, tries to twist back towards you, but you palm the back of his neck and pin him.
“stay down.”
to your surprise, he snarls.
“the fuck i will-”
your hand cracks across his ass, sharp and stinging.
bucky jerks once, then goes silent.
“i said stay down. you want to burn through that storm in your head? then listen.”
“i told you, it’s not going to fix anything.”
immediately, he realises that was probably a sentence he shouldn’t have spoken. he breathes hard, shoulders tensing, but he doesn’t move again.
you stroke your cock, line it up and push in slowly.
bucky groans into the sheets, fists twisting the covers, back flexing as he tries his best to take you.
“goddamn it- fuck, you’re too deep-”
you lean over his back.
“you can take it. quit lying to yourself.” you say before finally bottoming out, hips flush to his ass.
his entire body shudders, a raw moan spilling from his throat.
you give him a second, before pulling out and slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm.
bucky’s denial doesn’t last long.
“n-no, it’s not- fuck, don’t need it. i don’t- aah, fuck..”
“say it again, come on. i’ll fuck the words right out of your mouth.” you grip his hips and pound into him relentless, the lewd slap of skin filling the room.
at some point, his arms give out. his face presses into the sheets, drool wetting the fabric.
“f-fuck, fuck me h-harder, please.”
“attaboy.” you reach under him and fist his cock, stroking him in rhythm with your thrusts.
bucky’s so far gone now, lost in it, bucking back onto you, desperate. his voice is ragged, nothing but curses and moans as you ruin him.
“taking me so deep- mmh.. where’s all that anger? gone now, huh?”
he screams by accident, it scares you a little, but somehow spurs you on more.
“please- fuck, g-gonna.. cum..”
“you hearing yourself right now, buck?” you fuck him through it, ignoring his overstimulated whines.
“s-shut up- mmh..” bucky tries to crawl away, but you pin him in place, cock driving into him harder, pulling more from him than he thought he had to give.
when he finally cums, it tears out of him like a punishment. his entire body bowed.
by the time you were done with him, he’s collapsed, trembling, ass red and leaking. you pull out eventually, your cum drips down his thighs while you lie down beside him.
bucky though? the poor thing can barely breathe, let alone speak. his eyes glazed over, mouth slack.
“now you know what’s wrong.” you say as you stroke his hair. “three days, minimum, before you get pissy again. maybe more.”
“..fuck you.”
“already did.”
—
it takes him a good 15 minutes before he growls again.
“still holding on? thought i fucked that out of you already.”
“doesn’t mean shit.. can’t fix me with your cock. takes.. more than that to.. break me.”
you smile darkly, he’s hanging on by a thread and somehow still mouthing off. then you grin, pushing his thighs up against his stomach, holding him in missionary. you drag your cock along his swollen rim and push back in.
bucky gasps, then lets out a sound halfway between a curse and a cry.
“good, i want more.” you set a slow, grinding pace, keeping him right at the edge.
every time his cock twitches, every time his breath stutters like he’s about to let go, you pull out and slap his cock, making him whine in frustration.
“fuck you- mmgh, stop teasing-”
“not until you admit what you need.”
then you keep him like that, wound tight, desperate, leaking all over the sheets. the sheer frustration makes him bite on his lip until they were red and raw.
every time bucky tries to move, you catch his waist, slam him back onto your cock and grind against his prostate until his mind goes fuzzy all over again.
“ahh- fuck, fuck- please, let- mmh! let me c-cum..”
you plant a kiss on his cheek.
“not begging sweet enough yet.” you say, before edging him again and again.
by the fifth time, bucky’s body is convulsing, thighs quivering, sweat soaking the sheets while his cock twitches helplessly against his stomach. he’s babbling now, the sharp edge long gone from his voice.
“p-please, i can’t t-take it, please- i need it, i need you-”
you thrust deeper now.
“louder. tell me you need me to fuck it out of you.” you stroke his cock and he actually whimpers. “say please.”
“i n-need- fuck! i need it- fuck, please, need you- aah! ..to fuck me, please, please-”
only then do you let him cum. you pound him hard, hand tight on his cock and he screams into the sheets. his body convulses as he spills across his stomach.
even as bucky whimpers and trembles, you don’t go for the quick fix. you keep moving, overstimulating him until his words are slurred, incoherent, nothing more but ‘please’, ‘no more’ and ‘fuck’.
“come on, buck, let it out.” you wrap an arm around his lower back and pull him up so you could bite his neck. your cock still buried deep.
“i-i’m.. fuck- fine, i don’t-”
“no, you’re not fine. look at yourself, haah.. can’t sit still, can’t think- fuck, and your body’s screaming for me. stop lying to yourself.”
bucky jerks once more.
“n-no- fuck.. i don’t-”
“yes, you do. you need me, you need this release, all of it, every last bit of frustration in you.”
then you hear the first hitch in his breath, a tiny, strangled sound he’s trying to suppress.
“n-no.. shit- aah, that’s not-” before he could stop it, the first sob escapes. “i’m.. i’m not-”
“yes you are. it’s okay, let it all out.”
then another sob rips right through bucky. his body shudders violently, hips jerking helplessly as you continue your relentless thrusts.
“f-fuck, i c-can’t-” the sobs break fully now, raw and shuddering. “i h-hate feeling.. t-this.. please-”
“shh, don’t fight it. this is good. you needed this.” you fuck him through every sob, until every last bit of tension is wrung out of him.
and when you finally spill inside him, he collapses, for real this time, limp and trembling, face wet with tears.
“there he is, no attitude left. just my good boy, hm?”
“..hate you.”
“yeah, there’s the bucky i know.” you grinned against his damp skin. “and guess what, buck?”
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