Good Morning
Summary: You leave bed before Bucky can say good morning.
Word count: 1.8 K
Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: This drabble is in the Knock You Down AU, and is the answer to this ask. Please let me know how you feel by commenting, reblogging, and interacting. 😉
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Frumoasă is pregnant, Bucky is feral. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.
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If Bucky could mainline you straight to his veins, he would. He woke up feening and alone.
The moment he stepped into his en suite that morning, which was your bathroom now too, a primal pull drew him on a string to you.
You were standing at the mirror trying to tame your hair in just white cotton panties and Bucky’s dress shirt from the day before, partly for use as a robe, but mostly for his smell.
At the sight of you in his shirt, diamond on your finger, pregnant with his child, something in his chest tightened.
Mine he thought.
You tried to focus on fixing your hair, but the weight of his gaze on you in the mirror was distracting as hell. There were a few other things that had changed about you in the last few weeks: your appetite, your energy level, but the best and the worst was your sex drive.
“You’re staring again,” you murmured, meeting his gaze in the mirror and trying to pretend you didn’t want him to slut you out.
“Sorry,” offered Bucky, who was leaning on the wall behind you, smirking and probably reading your mind.
He was definitely not sorry.
“Can’t help it, Frumoasă.”
You raised an eyebrow at him over your shoulder at his cracked voice.
“You can’t?”
You destroyed him with a look. He couldn’t take how beautiful you were. You standing there, no makeup, all that hair, his white shirt and panties. He never knew that Jockey that made lingerie to turn him on, but here you were.
And Bucky was so weak for you.
“No. I can’t. You’re too beautiful.”
But the way he was looking at you, eyes burning you, that tongue peeking out of his mouth as if recalling your taste on his lips; it made you shiver.
Bucky strode toward you, so gotdamn handsome in the mirror that you didn’t want to turn around and see the real thing.
He was clad only in low slung grey sweatpants, the bulge in them growing by the second, his abs standing out, his tiny nipples erect. The medal on his golden skin gleamed and you longed to bite it between your teeth as he stroked his thick cock inside you.
Bucky Barnes’ blue gaze had you in a chokehold.
Fuck, you wished he would choke you while he fucked you hard, but he stopped with the breath play the moment he found out you were pregnant.
Your eyes glazed over and your mouth dropped open in a small pant as your pussy clenched down on nothing, thinking of how Bucky handled you on his cock.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Frumoasă?” Bucky teased, eyes locked on you when you turned your dreamy eyes on him.
You pretended you didn’t notice and refocused on arranging your curls. The sharp points of your breasts under his shirt might have been a clue however, and if he could see between your legs, he might have ascertained a wet spot.
Bucky’s voice was low and rough around the edges as he moved closer to you, watching as you as your fingers pulled through your hair again, your arms akimbo and offering the perfect view of your body.
He also didn’t miss the smile that played on your lips after what he asked. He knew what you were thinking.
Your hands fell from your thick hair to your hips and your eyes zeroed in on his bulge.
“My eyes are up here, Baby.”
Bucky’s firm hands were sliding over your hips now, pulling you back against him. His lips brushed your shoulder.
Slow. Lazy. Possessive.
His hands moved to your belly, his fingers spreading possessively over the softness there. There was only the slightest change, but Bucky noticed everything. His breath moved over your neck and made you shiver as he kept eye contact in the mirror.
“Bucky… got to get ready,” you murmured, trying to ignore the way his fingers smoothed down the curve of your waist.
“Not yet…”
A hand slid under the hem of the shirt. You inhaled shakily.
“I woke up, and you weren’t in bed.”
His voice was low, rough, and thick with desire.
You swallowed hard.
“Because I was getting ready to—“
“You’re supposed to be in my arms,” he interrupted.
His words sent heat through your body as his hands tightened on your hips. And you felt him, hard, ready, and pressing against you from behind.
You gripped the vanity with trembling fingers. He chuckled, his hips pressing into you.
“You’re wearing my shirt, looking like this, carrying my baby. You’re killing me,” he looked up at you in the mirror those blue eyes destroying your soul.
“You know that right? You drive me crazy,” he murmured, voice thick with need as his hands glided higher over your ribs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin beneath your breasts.
You gasped, body weak against the hard planes of his torso and Bucky groaned, his large hands extending and gripping your nipples gently. He rolled them lightly, his hands working under his shirt, and a moan escaped you.
“Fuck, you’re sensitive, aren’t you?”
You didn’t have time to respond before he spun you around, lifted you on top of the counter, and stepped between your legs. Bucky’s hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider.
And just like that, going out was forgotten because Bucky was between your legs, his long, hard cock pressing against your melting pussy, kissing you like he was starving. His palms were hot on your skin, fingers gripping, claiming, and dragging you closer.
You gasped into his mouth, and he deepened the hot, slow, and delicious kiss like you two had all the time in the world.
Like he wanted to devour you.
“Bucky, Baby—”
You barely got his name out before his fingers tightened, and suddenly your back was pressed to the mirror, legs wrapped around his waist, body caged in by his. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and yanked it open, baring your skin to his.
You shivered at the way his eyes darkened as they swept over you, hunger rolling off him.
“Shoulda stayed in bed, baby,” he murmured, trailing his lips down your neck and his hands spreading you wider.
“I was going to meet Peach for brunch,” you whimpered.
In the back of your mind, you were certain that this was a plan between him and Steve to keep you both in the house after what happened in Atlanta after New Years.
Bucky chuckled, his breath hot against your skin and his teeth grazing your collarbone.
“I’m sure she’s busy as well.”
You shook your head and smirked as his mouth moved lower, dragging down your stomach, over your hip, until he was kneeling between your legs.
“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his voice dropping into a rough whisper as he looked up at you with those baby blues.
“About this body. About what we made together. About how deep a part of me lives inside you.”
His hand drifted over your stomach, then slid down to the waistband of your panties, teasing.
Your breath hitched, “Bucky!”
His palmed your clit and slipped three fingers along the cut of you, playing in your slick, teasing.
“So fucking wet. Here, taste.”
And he inserted his wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes closed as you sucked yourself off of him, but they flew open when you felt something sharp and cold against your skin.
Bucky had picked up your hair shears from the vanity and was using them to cut your panties off.
“James!”
Bucky outright laughed as you moved your mouth and prepared to gripe at him, until he got on his knees. He settled between your legs, pushing between them with his shoulders and stared at you.
You were glistening, slick and swollen, your body so fucking ready for him.
He dragged his wet fingers through your folds, pressing just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to make your hips jerk up.
You were desperate for more.
“Look at you,” he murmured, watching you fall apart.
You whimpered, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. He slid a finger inside you, slow and deep, watching as you gasped, your body clenching around him.
“So tight. So fucking perfect.”
Bucky added another, stretching, preparing, feeling your pussy adjust to him.
You moaned, arched, writhed, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing Bucky had ever seen.
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue through your slick heat, tasting, devouring, and feeling your body tremble under his grip. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, gripping, and begging for more.
“Please, Bucky, please!!!”
Your fiancé smirked into your pussy.
“Impatient?”
You whimpered, your hips jerking as he held you down, licking slowly, deeply, watching you come undone.
“You’re perfect like this,” he mumbled into your cunt.
At this point, you were shaking and gasping. Bucky didn’t stop until you were arching off the vanity, crying out his name, legs shaking around his head as you came.
He wiped his mouth as he watched you come down and trying to close your legs although he still had one thigh in his grip.
Your drooping eyes widened as he lowered the waistband of his sweats, pulled you forward by your hip, and lined himself up.
“Need more. Need to be inside you.”
“Please!”
It was an over stimulated plea, but it died on your lips in a moan. Bucky held your gaze as he pushed inside your wet, hot pussy.
“Tight,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Fucking perfect.”
Your fingers clenched his shoulders and you let out a breathy moan, making him almost lose it right there. Bucky sunk deeper, feeling your body stretch to accommodate him.
“That’s it, mama. Take every fucking inch of my fat cock.”
He groaned, burying himself to the hilt, feeling you tighten and pulse around him, sucking him in deeper.
Bucky pulled back and thrusted back hard, watching the way you face twisted in pleasure.
“Mine.”
He said it aloud this time.
Bucky gripped your hips, pinning you down, fucking you slow and deep. He gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him.
“Eyes on me.”
His voice was rough and demanding.
“That’s it. Take me. Take all of this cock.”
Your nails dragged down his back until you were too weak to hold on, your body shuddering from wave after wave of pleasure, which spiked when the splashes of his hot cum hit the convulsing walls of your cunt.
Bucky held you tight and kissed the top of your head.
“You don’t leave the bed without saying good morning.”
“Yes, Sir. Good morning, Sir.”
“Smartass. Let’s teach it a lesson.”
You thought Bucky Barnes was done.
But when you slid down to your feet, he turned you around and bent you over the sink. You felt his cock get hard again and press against your bottom.
You gasped.
“James!”
“You’re gonna be a little late for brunch, Frumoasă.”
