Why were you at this cliche sweaty bump and grind for teenagers? Especially when you knew he was here. You looked around and grimaced with disdain. You never liked parties like this, you much preferred low key hang outs with your best friends- movies, drive thrus, midnight target trips, scavenger hunts at ikea, hide and seek in a museum- that was fun. Not this frat house where everything smelled like sweat and cheap tequila- where all the dudes attempted to score girls like points in a soccer game. This was not fun at all, and seriously, god why the hell were you here?
âY/n are you sure you donât want me to make a mocktail for you?â
Ahh, thatâs whyâŠ
lawyer!bucky introduction
It was just a fact: Bucky didnât care anymore.
He just liked the power. And the money. And winningâŠ
a/n: yall lawyer bucky does things to me⊠sorry no sexy times yet but whatevs! also, i know ZILTCH about the legal system so SORRY IF THIS ISNT ACCURATE. p.s. tumblrs spacing SUCKS so i am so sorry about that!
pairing: lawyer!bucky x da!reader
warnings: objectification?, sexual themes, no sex but its referenced, enemies to lovers BABY (eventually hehe this is just a set up to see if you dig it)
all mistakes are my own, lemme know if thereâs something i need to fix!
banner by: @maysdigitalarts (thank you love! the banner is so pretty!!)
gif not mine! i know its steve not bucky, but use your iMAGiNAtiON :DD
Bucky had this in the bagâŠ
Sure, his client was annoying as fuck, and, in Buckyâs personal opinion, completely and utterly in the wrong in the court case, but Bucky had it in the bag. And when he slam dunked his way to victory, he was promised an even bigger bag in the clientâs gratitude. This case was the easiest money he would ever make.
The morals behind the case were pushed to the side completely- suing was the adult way of ratting someone out to the teacher, and when that person you rat out is innocent, thatâs even more pathetic. If Bucky was still a law student- still bright eyed and had some kind of faith in the world, he would have kicked the potential client to the curb and contacted the accused, ready to defend him in court. However, Bucky wasnât a child anymore. Working for the law had a funny way of breaking down your morals, ironically. The just and true psychological crime-fighting he dreamed of doing in school had slowly been warped by a collection of bad jobs, small pays and unfair court rulings that slowly chipped away at any lust he had for the truth.
It was just a fact: Bucky didnât care anymore. He just liked the power. And the money. And winningâŠ
He especially liked winningâŠ
The morning of the hearing, he was 100% confident he would walk out pockets swollen, so he treated himself to an early cigarette outside before the trial began at 8:30am sharp. He stood in the icy fresh air in his thick wool coat, and scarf which covered his clean suit and tie, back resting against the brick wall of the side of the building, one thousand dollar shiny Italian leather boot crossed over another, as he took a drag of the Camel. He let the sweet nicotine sit in his lungs for a bit before blowing out the smoke, checking his Rolex for the time.
8:20am. He had ten minutes to kill. Hearing the distinct yet clean click of a car door opening, he looked back up to find a woman stepping out of a small green Mini Electric car. She walked around the car to the opposite door and opened it, pulling out a brown leather briefcase along with a large yet manageable stack of manilla files. She set them on top of her car before reaching in again (Bucky will admit, his eyes did wander down a bit as she leaned in). She pulled out a keep cup before closing the car door, locking it, arranging the items in her hands so that they sat comfortably, before walking past him to the front of the building, soon out of his sight, but the door opening and clicking shut indicated her entrance. She was cute- her hair was up in a loose yet clean ponytail (which Bucky only knew the name of due to the fact that he too had styled his hair in a similar fashion many a times when he still had long hair), her brows furrowed in concentration. Her ass wasnât half bad either- he could tell even under the baggy business pants, which fit around her hips with a belt well enough that she could get away with them being a size or two bigger than her while still looking professional. She was some sort of assistant, or maybe a witness, he was sure of it. Women dressed like that with faces like that were always there for just a taste of the legal system, never there permanently.
And BuckyâŠ
He smirked at the plan building in his head as he snubbed out the cigarette and flicked it away. He uncrossed his legs and pushed off of the wall, stuck his hands in his pockets and walked back into the courthouse. He would wink at her, let her know his eyes are lingering, maybe even pretend he was interested in what she was saying if she was an especially hard catch- and with these few moves, he would secure himself the crescendoâŠ
Yeah⊠He was gonna fuck herâŠ
*
Bucky entered the courtroom as others murmured last minute ideas to one another. He scanned the room meticulously until he found who he was looking for- the girl, standing on the opposite side of the courthouse, talking to a man in a suit- tall, blond hair and around his age. This was probably her boss, and also the defence attorney. He stared at her, waiting for her to notice so he could begin the game, but his thoughts were interrupted.
âWhere the hell have you been Bucky?! I thought you bailed on me!â
Bucky let out an exasperated sigh and peeled his eyes away from his future bang. His attempt to steer clear from his client until the actual trial began was for naught- Allen was a jittery man and needed consolation at every other moment. It was pathetic.
He glanced over to Allen before unpacking his briefcase- he couldnât even give the man boy more than a second of his recognition. Thank fuck this was an easy case.
The judge walked in and everyone rose. Bucky kept his hands together in front of him. The judge sat before the bailiff asked all to be seated. Bucky cracked the joint in his neck, fixed his suit and sat.
Here we goâŠ
**
What the fuckâŠ
What the actual fuck just happened in there.
The fact that she was the DA was surprising enough- but then the way she completely wiped the floor and won over the jury. Fuck, she even walked all the way across to offer a handshake to him in good sportsmanship.
âY/n L/nâ she introduced.
Bucky didnât say anything- didnât even take her hand. He was pissed. He was livid.
She didnât let the unconventional lack of response bother her- she simply retracted her hand and, with an air of smugness in her tone, gave a âWell, nice to beat- sorry, meet you today.â She 100% meant for that fumble. She smiled, turned and walked off to the blondie, who Bucky found was her assistant, not the other way around, her heels clicking as she did.
Fucking hell.
Bucky had never been more pissed off in his lifeâŠ
If fairy had chosen her career and life without Bucky and walked away would he have respected that decision and allowed her to walk out of his life forever?
mob!bucky x fairy alternate ending
at first, absolutely! he'd assign at least two guards to watch over you constantly, from afar. he'd make sure you know that you can still count on him for anything. if you did choose to leave him, you'd have to leave new york, too, but he'd keep tabs on you. once a month or so, he'd ask sam to take a trip out to texas where you're practicing real estate law. it's boring, but boring's what you need. at first, sam would keep his distance and just observe you from afar to make sure you're doing okay, but eventually he can't stop himself from approaching you.
bucky's incredibly jealous when sam returns and tells him about the coffee date he took you on, or the carnival you took him to, or the movie you caught together. but he's happy to know that you're healthy, financially comfortable, and even happy. sam doesn't tell him that every single visit ends with you sobbing in his arms about how much you miss bucky, because he knows bucky won't be able to sleep at night knowing you're hurting.
this got longer than i expected sooo 18+, mature themes, angst, mention of smut under the cut >
but then, one day, sam returns from texas with a sour taste in his mouth.
"what's wrong?" bucky asks him with a sense of urgency. "is she okay?"
"she's fine, but..." sam didn't wanna tell bucky, but he can't hold it back. "she's seeing someone."
bucky sits down, his grip tightening around his glass of whiskey. he knew this day would come, but it doesn't make him feel any better. "who?"
"i don't know much about him yet, but i don't like him," sam admits gruffly, putting his hands in his pockets. "he's an older guy. a divorcee. name's quentin beck."
"why don't you like him?" bucky questions lowly, trying his best to ignore the image of you with another man in his head.
sam's lip twitches upwards as he shakes his head. "way he looks at her. she likes him, but he... just gives off bad vibes."
"and you left her there with him?" bucky asks, clenching his jaw.
"she's been seeing him for a couple months, now," sam reveals. "she only just told me today."
after that, bucky does some more intense research. he finds out everything he can about this beck bastard, wanting to dig up his every dirty secret.
but he's clean. there's nothing dark about his past; no criminal record, no connections to the underworld, just a 100% clean engineer from austin. the complete opposite of bucky.
he tries to be happy that you found someone nice, but he can't shake off sam's words.
so, he decides to take the next trip to texas instead of sam the following month.
the last saturday of every month, you know not to make plans because that's when sam comes to see you. you have no idea how to react when you open to door to see bucky.
your eyes are wide as your heart races. it's almost been a year since you last saw him.
"hey, fairy," he whispers, a faint smile on his lips. "i missed you."
you immediately crash into him, wrapping your arms around him as you lifts you up. the hug doesn't last long as you pull him into your apartment, shaking your head with shock.
"what are you doing here, jamie?" you ask him, taken aback.
"i wanted to see you," he says simply. "it's been too long, and i missed my best friend."
pretty soon, you're sobbing into his chest, crying about how much you've been missing him, angry that he took so long to visit.
"wait, what?" he asks, grabbing hold of your shoulders and pushing you back so he can properly look at you. "you wanted me to visit you?"
"of course i did, you idiot!" you cry, hitting his chest. "i was so excited the first time sam came up to me, thinking you wouldn't be far behind. but you never were. you never came."
"i- i was respecting your decision," he claims. "i didn't think you wanted to see me."
"well, i did," you tell him with a huff, glaring up at him. "peter's kept me updated about all your little girlfriends."
"you've been talking to parker? that prick," bucky grumbles.
"yeah, i have been," you say firmly. "you whore."
he frowns. "so what if i've been whoring around? sam told me all about your elderly boyfriend."
"well, peter told me that all your girlfriends look like me," you relay arrogantly.
"he said that?" bucky mutters with narrow eyes, before sighing. "sam told me your grandfather plays fuckin' bingo for fun."
"quentin's not that old!" you exclaim. "and he doesn't play it, he volunteers to host it at the care home."
bucky snorts. "who is this guy? why are you with someone so...?"
"boring?" you offer with a raised brow.
"... not me?" he finishes lowly.
you let out a sigh. "are you only here because you heard about quentin?" you ask him.
his brows furrow together. "yes."
"so, you only really miss me when you know some other guy is with me," you comment flatly.
looking down, he rubs his mouth. "even though i never saw you, it still felt like i had you. from all those miles away, i still felt like you were mine."
"oh, yeah?" you question him with a scoff. "even while you were fucking all those other women?"
"yeah, even then," he admits. "there was a part of me that figured you'd be going on dates and sleeping with other guys, but i didn't let myself believe it. i thought we still belonged to each other, deep down. then sam tells me about this geriatric boyfriend-"
"he is not that old," you reiterate with a grumble. "what are you doing here, buck? really? what was the goal of this visit?"
he thinks about it for a few moments, looking around your apartment. "nice place. it's cute."
"thanks," you mutter, leaning against the couch. "do you want a drink or something?"
"some water, please," he requests. following you into the kitchen, he leans against the counter, watching as you grab him a bottle of water from the fridge.
"tap tastes like ass here," you tell him, handing him the bottle.
"thank you," bucky mumbles as he takes it from you. your fingers touch for a brief second, making his heart skip a beat.
you rest against the sink, watching him drink. Once he's done, he puts the bottle down on the side and walks over to you, boxing you in with his arms on either side of you.
"jamie," you whisper with a warning tone.
he brings his hands up to your cheeks, holding them gently. "i missed you so fucking bad," he murmurs, glancing down at your lips.
you say nothing, staring up at him.
moving closer, he presses his body to yours. "it's a crying damn shame that i never fucked you, you know that?" he says lowly.
your breath hitches in your throat as you try to keep your cool. "is that why you came here?"
"if it was," he begins, his eyes darkening as he looks down at you. "would you let me?"
you bite your lip.
"would you let me fuck your brains out, fairy?" he asks you softly as his dick hardens against your stomach.
your mouth goes dry as you feel your panties soak, and you squeeze your legs together. "jamie."
"fairy," he whispers back, nuzzling his nose against yours. "you want me just as badly as i want you, don't you? you need me. you're desperate for me."
finally finding your voice, you rest your hands against his chest. "do- do you ever think about what it would've been like?"
bucky smirks at your question. "every damn night, baby."
"even when you were with those other women?" you challenge him.
"i was never with them," he claims. "it was always you i was imagining. but i need the real thing now, fairy. i need to feel you wrap around my cock. i need to fill you up with my cum."
"jamie?" you whimper.
"yeah, baby?" he asks softly.
your eyes meet his. "fuck me."
and he does.
and then he leaves. but he comes back a month later and fucks you again. you end things with quentin. buck starts visiting twice a month, then thrice. and then he's spending every weekend in texas with you.
it takes you about another year before you're ready to move back to new york. by then, you're well off enough to build your own firm. fuck stark and his black mark.
you learn how to balance both lives, but soon enough, they slip into one big gray area. you're known as a dirty lawyer, but nobody bothers launching a real investigation into you because they know you have barnes right behind you. and the two of you live happily ever after.
a/n: i dont know what this is⊠i just like frat boy bucky, but idk this just kinda got me annoyed at him. anywho, hereâs a short lil thang with absolutely nO payoff. this is just an intro to the universe so feel free to ask me things about you and bucky and iâll write, honey!
warnings: alcohol mention, complaining about white people, slightly sexual? (slight booty grab (not of reader)), reader is completely sober, drunk bucky, literally nothing happens i just wanted to write something HEHE
all mistakes are my own, lemme know if thereâs something i need to fix!
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gif not mine!
Why were you at this cliche sweaty bump and grind for freshly turned young adults? Especially when you knew he was here. You looked around and grimaced with disdain. You never liked parties like this, you much preferred low key hang outs with your best friends- movies, drive thrus, midnight target trips, scavenger hunts at ikea, hide and seek in a museum- that was fun. Not this frat house where everything smelled like sweat and cheap tequila- where all the dudes attempted to score girls like points in a soccer game. This was not fun at all, and seriously, god why the hell were you here?
âY/n are you sure you donât want me to make a mocktail for you?â
Ahh, thatâs whyâŠ
âIâm sure some club soda and fruit juice would be nice, right?â Wandaâs sweet sympathetic and concerned voice asked, aware of your sobriety, and attempting to give you something to do instead of stand against the wall and turn down horny classmates who donât even recognise you as a functioning and fully sentient being.
Wanda was the sweetest girl you had ever met- kind, caring, considerate.
âNah, donât worry about me, Wands, Iâll be fine. You go have fun.â You didnât want her worrying about you, itâs not her fault she likes the exact parties you despise. You gave her a reassuring smile to calm her nerves, and it evidently worked, as she took a deep breath out that she was holding.
âI would wish for you to enjoy parties like this, but Iâm well aware of how trashy and cringe they are,â she remarked with a little laugh.
You shook your head before answering. âWanda, thereâs no need to feel bad for liking parties like this.â You looked around the party scene in front of you before continuing. âYouâre right, this isnât my perfect idea of a night out, but just⊠calm down. Have some fun- I can endure one night of this, easy peasy!âŠâ You knew she was just putting herself down in an attempt to make you feel better- she didnât need though.
ââŠAlthough, I will admit that if he talks to me, I will tear my eyes out of my skullâŠâ You rolled your eyes in distain of even the very thought of him.
Wanda held a knowing look on her face. âWould it really be that bad to see him, even if it was just for one second?â She sighed in exasperation.
Y/n knew that to Wanda, you sounded unreasonable as hell- why would you avoid and hate a guy so much for the plain reason that you simply did not click with him? But it was more than that- so much more. Wanda had only seen the occasional cocky and annoying one liners that popular âGod of Partyâ o mighty Mr. James Buchanan âBuckyâ Barnes would throw at you, somehow always knowing when you was in the worst moods and sneaking up on you only then. But, what she didnât understand was how truly awful he wasâŠ
There was just something about James Barnes that boiled your blood and tested the very patience within you 24/7. You had already gotten your fill of the annoying, drunken, walking boners that were the white, daddyâs money fuelled frat boys of your uni on day two, but James seemed to go above and beyond what you could tolerate as a mere human being. From the loud yelling, the idiotic flirting despite not even knowing your name, to the constant belittling and underestimating of you⊠for Godâs sake, he even had to follow you to your friend group, allowing you not a single spare moment to simply relax and have fun.
You thanked your lucky stars that his incredibly large ego and appetite for attention made sure he was in attendance to every single party ever held, a feat that made him unavailable for midnight Target runs or drive thruâs- everything that you thought was fun. And when you wanted to go to IKEA or flower festivals, which werenât open in the late hours of the night, avoiding James was as easy as planning the meet up times early, with him unable to wake up and leave his room after a âbangerâ, despite his seemingly energetic and frantic leave from his flavour of the nightâs house, usually some white sorority girl who seemed to forget the socially acceptable limit to how dark a fake tan can be.
But, unfortunately for you, despite your numerous attempts to shake him off, he had a solid placing within the friend group, one that would not ever waver- he was best friends with Steve Rodgers, a.k.a. The Golden Retriever of people. Childhood friends in fact, together as a matching set since primary school. However, close as they were, Steve was the antithesis of James to a T- Steve was sweet and caring, while James never cared about anything but his dick. While Steve regularly checked up on his friends, James didnât care to talk about anything other than himself. Steve was cautious around women, aware that his large appearance may intimidate some, resorting to taking measures to make sure people felt safe around him, while James, a deadly flirt, would fuck a cactus if it had a tan and hole.
Steve made you feel listened and looked out for, but James⊠he made you feel anything but.
Wanda excused herself to say hi to Victor Shade- a geeky Brit, studying some smart subject that involved too much math for your taste. Though a bit of a textbook nerd- what with the glasses and wit, going as far as earning him the nickname âVisionâ, it couldnât be denied how awkwardly charming he was. It was refreshing for there to be a down to earth, slightly anxious, tall and lanky man with proportions akin to Gumby in a school full of jacked dickheads- it made sense for Wanda to be so drawn to him, despite her insistence that she is just being friendly. Both you and her knew the truth, Wanda was just in denial of her feelings.
Thinking of how happy your friend is around him, you smiled to yourself. She deserved something good- something sweet and simple. Seeing it unfold in front of your eyes made you feel nothing but pride as they shyly conversed in the kitchen, both grasping red solo cups tightly for a release of their anxiety.
You continued to watch them, not noticing the figure coming towards you until he stood against the wall and looked at you before following your eye line to what was holding your attention.
âHuh, I guess this is a perk of being a wallflower,â he commented, voice as soft as it could be in the noisy party.
You looked over and saw the sweet face of your friend, Sam Wilson. He smirked at you and looked back at Wanda and Vis across the room. You smiled at him before he wrapped an arm around you. You leaned into him, fully resting on the side of his chest while the two of you simply enjoyed each others presence. Though not exchanging any words, you knew he was attempting to comfort you for being in a setting you so obviously werenât in your element in.
The moment of a breath of peace in a wave of overwhelming noises and smells was interuppted, however, when another presence hastily entered your field of view- brown hair mussed and sweaty, blue eyes wide and lust blown, panting breath and clothes crinkled from the girl clinging onto him- of course another sorority chick. She was sucking deep angry red hickeys into the tender skin of his neck. You looked at him with a face filled with disdain, nose scrunched up and eyes squinted. You took your head off of Samâs shoulder to look at him properly, guard lowered previously now fully raised once more. He gave a quick once over at you before looking at Sam, acting like you werenât even there before beginning to talk about you.
He yelled, drunk as anything, body swaying and words slurred. âYo man! Whatâre you doing! You need homework help or something?!â
Wow, so original. You rolled your eyes hard. The most pathetic bit was that he probably thought this genuinely hurt your feelings. Who ever felt sad or insecure about being smarter than a dude who spent his weekends buttchugging Titoâs like it was his last day on Earth? Your three year old cousin, Zayn was smarter (he really was- you were so proud of his ability to distinguish between colours, numbers and complex problems like 7 x 55).
âOoft, careful there princess. Attitude wonât get you nowhere⊠except maybe my bedâ he smirked with his signature smile and winked at you. You looked over at Sam with an eyebrow raised- was this guy for real? He looked at you, rolled his eyes and looked back at the girl hanging off of Bucky, fully ignoring his comment.
âLooks like youâre having fun, BarnesâŠâ
Samâs comment brought your attention back to her, and Bucky held onto her ass even tighter, his hands going white with the grip. The girl moaned a pathetic little whine, and Bucky lightly swatted her, smirking at you and your face filled with disgust.
You were so uncomfortable that you had to fully avert your eyes. God, you hope no one saw you in the same vicinity with the monster that was Bucky. He had no shame at allâŠ
your fave strokes his cock with one hand and tugs on his full heavy balls with the other when he masturbates to the thought of you because he can't stop thinking of his cum being milked from him with your creamy cunt. spreads his meaty thighs and pants open mouthed at the pressure of his slick fist around his dick, muscles flexing and sack twitching in his palm as he chants "milk my fuckin cock, baby. milk it, fuckin' milk me." over and over.
hes just rlly obsessed w the thought of breeding you :/ sm so that he doesn't buy condoms when he takes you on dates because the possibility of not fucking you raw is just not a possibility.
series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life youâd left behind. Â you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairmanâ even though the two of you donât speak the same language.
total word count: 31k
series warnings: smut, some angst (but lots and lots of fluff as well), discussions of infidelity/divorce, brief violence, more than anything just prepare for wholesomeness
a/n: this series was always pretty niche but you loyal readers mean everything to me! thanks for sticking with me and I hope to see you around on my future works
to google translate or not to google translate: itâs up to you! the longer you wait, the more you have to discover if you come back to read it again. but either way, I hope you enjoy!
This is the moment baker!Bucky knew he was going to propose. The thought struck him out of nowhere and render his speechless. He frozen on the steps of the museum, watching you saunter towards the door. Have you always been this beautiful? This perfect?
You look over your shoulder, gazing down at him with a smile-taking another piece of his heart. "Cmon Bucky," you say, reaching out for hand.
He tilts his head, his eyes softening. You're it for him, his now and forever wrapped around his heart and soul. He can only hope to convince you to be his.
"What are you waiting for?" you ask, a hint of a laugh in your tone, when he doesn't move.
You.
Bucky inhales, reining in the wave of emotions and jogs up the steps. "Sorry Peach." He takes your hand in his, his thumb stroking your ring finger with a little touch. "I'm ready now."
Warnings: a smidgeon of angst because I am incorrigible.Â
Happy Valentineâs Day, my loves! This is my contribution to the Sweetheartâs Diner challenge hosted by @bemine-buckyâ. My prompt was âI just need to know that itâs possible that two people can stay happy together foreverâ with a side of friends to lovers and a delicious librarian AU. And truly, who could not love librarian!Bucky? Enjoy and please let me know what you thought!
Bucky swears he is not pining. He isnât lovesick.
Warnings: SMUT (sex tape of bucky and girl he cheated with) language, angst (yelling, cheating, crying), ROOMMATE BF!BUCKY BARNES and ROOMMATE BESTFRIEND!STEVE ROGERS
ALL mistakes are my own.
Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my fics!!.
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âAnd then what happenedâ?
âY/Nâ Bucky lets out an exhausted sigh. The both of you have been at this all night. You trying to get the story out of him, and him not wanting to explain what happened.
You glare at him with nothing but hatred in your eyes. âAnd then what happenedâ?
âY/N I donât know what good this is doing? I love you! So damn muchâ! Bucky brings his palm mid-chest and the other one vertical, striking it with every word.
Andrew always told you that guys will always say âI love youâ in situations like these. Just so that they could try and win you back.
âGood? There isnât any good Bucky. I want to know exactly what happened. I deserve to know exactly what happenedâ!
He brings his hands to your shoulders and shakes his head slowly. âI can't. I can't tell you. Youâre asking me to hurt you. I canât do thatâ.
Why is he acting like he didnât already hurt you?
"Then show me".
"I don't have it".
"Buck I know you have it." you scoff, reaching your hand out.
"I said I don't have it, Y/N!" he yells, his eyes swollen from crying.
You take a step forward and slam both your hands into his shoulders, forcing Bucky to fall back a bit. Your lips turn into a sarcastic smile and your eyes narrow looking at him. "No! You don't get to yell at me and you sure as hell don't get to stand there and tell me that you donât have the videoâ you spit.
Bucky looks at you and tilts his head slightly to the side. âY/N I donât have the videoâ.
Bucky had the audacity to cheat on you, film it, and now he was refusing to show you the sex tape he had made with his little side whore. This was his fault and he was trying to make you look like the bad guy.
You pat your hands over his front and back pockets.
âWhat-What are you doing?â Bucky smacks your arms back down to your sides.
âGive me your phone Bucky! I know the videos on-â you're cut short when your eyes lock into the black iPhone hidden under his side of the covers. You jump over the bed and grab it into your hand.
âY/N you donât want toâŠâ Bucky starts as he reaches over but you step off of the bed just in time. You scroll on his photos app until you finally find the video you're looking for.
Part of you wished you wouldnât find it. That this was all just a bad nightmare and you were going to wake up from it any time now. Bucky would wake up beside you and give you a good morning kiss. The sun would warm your skin and you would spend the rest of the day in bed with him, laughing about the rest of the team.
But what was on the video, her moans, Buckyâs giggles on her neck, his fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, there was no way in hell that this was a nightmare. It was your nightmare but it wasnât one that you would wake up from.
âFucking hellâ you mumble as your brain fails to comprehend whatâs happening.
âBabyâŠâ
âDonât. Donât you dare.â You speak in a low voice as you bring an index finger to level his face.
Your knees grow weak as you stand there and watch the rest of his sex tape. âOh wow,â you laugh at the end of the video, rubbing the back of your neck.
âThere you saw it. Doll give me my phone now and we can put this all behind usâ he practically whines with his hands frantically wiping the tears off of his face.
Put this all behind us? How could he possibly think that this was something that you would just get over? It isnât fair. None of this is fair.
âNo. You know what? Take a seatâ you point to the right side of the bed. Tossing the phone into your other hand, you walk over to the tv. Biting the inside of your cheek, you grab a cord and plug the smaller side into his phone and click the âpairâ button with a weak smile on your face.
âWhat? What?â he throws his hands in the air. "Youâre gonna fucking watch this shit again? I know youâre hurting Y/N and I hate it. I hate it because I love youâ Bucky tries to plead again, not moving from his seat at the edge of the bed.
âYeah well, maybe you shoulda thought of that before you decided to sleep with some other bitchâ you speak as you reach over to your nightstand to grab the remote.
âReady?â you smile at him.
âDoll donât-â
âGoodâ you look back at the screen and press play.
Bucky puts his head in his hands, unable to watch as the girl whimpers under him. You can hear his shallow breaths but you donât care. You want to watch as he makes this girl he picked up from a bar cum using nothing but his fingers.
You stare at the tv, mesmerized by how Buckyâs fingers slide so easily in and out of her pussy. Mesmerized by how her juices fully coat his fingers, making them glisten on his thick beard when he brings them up to his mouth every so often. Mesmerized by his groans as he licks his fingers clean and then dips them right back into her folds.
You werenât mesmerized, you were disgusted.
âY/N-â Bucky starts but is quickly interrupted by a shush and a waving hand. âShut up! Itâs the best partâ you laugh. âSheâs so closeâ.
The room is filled with nothing other than the sound of her moans, Buckyâs praises, and his fingers smacking against her drenched pussy.
âAh look at that. Clenching around daddyâs fingers? Youâre close arenât you dollâ?
You let out a chuckle when you hear the word âdaddyâ. He said he hated that pet name so you made sure not to call him it.
Your head inches closer to the tv when even you can feel her orgasm coming.
Your ears are filled with âBuck, donât stopâs and âCum for me babyâs. Besides the talking from the video, you can hear Bucky repeatedly telling you to turn the tv off and that it wasnât worth it but you tuned him out.
And then it happened.
What this whole night was leading towards finally made an appearance and the girl came onto Buckyâs fingers. You watch her whimper and squirm under Bucky until at last, it hits you. You come over the shock and look over to him. Your eyes frantically run over his face and just like that, tears flow down your cheeks and your body goes numb.
At the moment it feels as if the ground beneath you vanished. Your face heats up in a mixture of anger and sadness and your ears ring like someone was just taken off of life support. âOh god,â your fingers shake on your lips as tears fall onto your bedsheets.
âY/N-â he moves closer to comfort you but you leap off of your bed.
âOh god,â you repeat in a shaky tone when you realize that he cheated on your bed. That her presence stains the cloth you sleep in every day.
âY/N just listenâ Bucky whispers from across the bed.
âNo. No you listen Buckyâ. You walk around the bed until you are just inches from his face. âIâm done. Weâre done. You fucking recorded it?! What the hells wrong with you!!â you scream as you shove past him.
You fumble to grab your keys and lip balm from the table behind him. You can hear Bucky constantly begging you to listen to him for a minute. To stay for a bit, just so the both of you could talk about it. Your ears ring for a bit and then everything goes quiet. You swerve past Bucky and open up your closet door.
âIâm not staying hereâ you mumble as you grab your gym bag. You plop it down onto the bed and start shoving random t-shirts and underwear into it. The tank top youâre wearing now has tear droplets all over it and youâre sure your mascara is smudged.
Your eyes scan the room for your glasses but you shove a hand into your hair and place another one into your hip when you donât see them. âDammit where are they?â you manage to sob out.
âWhereâs what? You need help finding something baby?â that sentence has your stomach turning inside out. "You're fucking pathetic Bucky. There's nothing you could help me with after that" you yell, pointing at the video on the tv.
You zip up your bag and swing it across your body, your eyes burn half from exhaustion and half from the salty liquid that continuously pours out onto your skin.
âHey, doll listen to me. Please.â Bucky begs.
âFuck you Buckyâ you shake your head as you turn the knob on your door.
You walk into the living room to see Steve standing there with tired eyes. Judging by his white guinea tee and joggers you can tell that at one point in the night he was asleep.
âDid we wake you?â you ask, wiping your tears.
All he gives you is a nod and worry in his eyes.
âBabyâ rolling your eyes you turn around to see Bucky walking towards both of you.
Steve steps up before he can reach you. âJames I think you should just go to sleep. Both of you will think better in the morningâ he stops him with his arm.
Bucky looks at Steveâs face, his arm, and then back up to his face. âStay outta this man!â he yells at him.
âLook. This is your fault, Barnes! You cheated on her!â Steve spits in his face with a finger at you. âNow Iâm telling you to go back to your room and sleep it off before you do anything stupider than youâve already doneâ!
Bucky looks over at you and chuckles lowly. âYou gotta listen to me Y/N-â.
âNo, I donât! Just listen to him for god's sakeâ!
At those words, Bucky curses at Steve, and walks back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
âThanksâ you utter, tucking a price of hair behind your ear and scrolling through the contacts on your phone.
âYeah, no problemâ.
There was no one on there you could stay with tonight. Nat wasnât in the city. You werenât even sure Wanda was on the planet. You scroll and scroll and scroll until you get so fed up that you throw your phone back into the dining table and start pacing the room.
âY/N? SâThere a problem?â you hear Steve ask.
âI donât- I donât have anywhere to sleepâ you laugh rubbing your right hand onto your other arm.
Steve steps closer to you and places his hands on your arms to stop you from walking any further. âItâs okay. Itâs okayâ he lowers his head to meet your eye line. âSleep in my room tonightâ.
âWhat? No, I canât sleep in your roomâ you mumble as you shift your bag to the other side of your body.
âItâs all good. Iâll sleep on the couch for as long as you needâ Steve says walking over to the couch and setting a pillow down on the first seat.
You give Steve a weak smile, thank him, and walk over to his room where you stay awake the rest of the night and sob, thinking about why you werenât enough for Bucky.
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