Warnings: banter, language, snowed in, enemies to…?, a hint of fluff
"Barnes, stop with that grimace or your face will stay like this one day,” you tut as Bucky won’t stop making a face.
He scowls at you. It wasn’t in his plans to spend the evening with you, not his best friend Steve. Now he’s stuck with you at Steve’s cabin, in the middle of a snowstorm. Steve won’t make it to your planned getaway and Bucky, well, he’s fuming.
“My face is none of your business.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
“It is when I have to spend time with you,” you bite back, a little too harshly. “What if your face stays like that and I can’t call an ambulance.” You smirk darkly.
“Even then I’ll look better than any guy you ever dated,” he smirks at you, blue eyes sparkling when you get up from your seat.
“You never met one of my dates, Barnes. Stop acting as if you are the gift to womanhood. You’re nothing but a walking STD.”
“Careful now,” he snarls. “I killed people for less. Stop disrespecting me! I won’t shelter your life.”
“If you kill me, Stevie will kill you,” you sass back. “He will avenge his best friend.” You snicker. Bucky’s features darken and he pouts. “What is it, Barnes?”
“I’m his best friend. And I got my reasons for killing you,” Bucky grunts. He shakes his head and decides to just ignore your existence. “I can only hope the snow melts fast.”
“Why? Do you have a date? Aw, do you want to spread more love, Barnes?”
Bucky gets up from the couch. If he must spend time with you at the cabin, he won’t do it sober. “Just shut up and stop being a brat.”
“Now where is the fun in that?” You follow Bucky around the cabin only to tease him some more. “Do you want to play a game?”
“How about the silent game?” Bucky opens the cabinet in the kitchen to find alcohol. “Damn it, Stevie. Where is the booze?”
He sighs. No. This can’t be. Why is there no alcohol at the cabin?
“If you play a game with me, I’ll tell you where Stevie is hiding the good stuff,” you grin at Bucky. “Come on, live a little.”
“No, thanks.” He turns to leave the kitchen. “I will find something to drink…somewhere.”
“Seriously?” You sigh deeply. “Can you not act like a decent person for once? I know that you do not like me, but we are stuck in the cabin. I will miss a date with that cute guy I met, and you are the only person around.”
“I don’t like you?” He turns around, brows furrowed. “You do not like me!”
“That’s not true!” You talk back. “I tried to give you a chance because you are Steve’s friend. All you did was talk low about me. I know I’m not a big bad mafia boss or shit, but I stand my ground every day of the week.”
“I never—” Bucky looks offended. “I never said something like that. I think it’s great, that you are not part of the business, but like Steve as if he’s a normal guy. You never treated him differently.”
“He’s my friend. I don’t care about his profession,” you shrug. “He took over his father’s business, is all. Steve is a good man who does bad things sometimes to protect what belongs to him. I know people who aren’t in his line of business and did worse things.”
“Hmmm…” Bucky nods thoughtfully. “What do you think about me?”
“You’re a jerk,” you smirk. “But you are not a bad guy.”
“If you tell me where Stevie is hiding his booze, I’ll play a game with you.”
“Alright!” You clap your hands. “But be aware, we are going to play truth or dare.”
Bucky swallows thickly as you walk back inside the living room to get the booze. He’s not sure if it’s a good idea to play truth or dare with you when he's drinking.
He could let the truth about his feelings for you slip. And this can never happen. Steve would kill him...
i love how mike unknowingly turned into a guardian of the baby gays… teaching david how to take a hit and shutting up homophobic assholes… and getting rid of spiders in hotel rooms for jared and julius lmao
caved and looked at a couple pieces of big grump art. some people capture his nature so well and others capture how handsome he is........ makes me so happyyyyyjjsjsnsns
big grump gets his first |\|SF\/\/ post! and its a long one!! yay!!!
had a bit to drink tonight so i'm imagining what our first time would be like. i think it'd involve him and I at his home and we've both had our share of drinks. he's at least tipsy and i'm at least a lil over tipsy, but still rational. a bit.
and we're sat on the couch cuddling while somethin's on, i'm clearly not paying attention, cause i'm too busy cuddled up to him. meanwhile he's trying hard to keep his eyes on the screen cause his mind is trying to wander and he's avoiding that.
eventually i start getting handsy. of course he lets me cause he doesn't wanna bring attention to what he's feeling and plus he likes it. i keep rubbing our sides together and just getting myself all over him and soon enough he can't take it and says i'm making it very hard not to give in and touch me back. and i tell him that's what i want and have been wanting.
because of, yknow, his problems, 1# he didn't expect me to actually want anything further, but 2# he wasn't sure if it felt right to do. i tell him that, if i were anymore not in my mind right now, i would've passed out minutes ago before i actually tried anything. i tell him i know what i'm doing and that i'm doing it on purpose. i tell him i want to take things further because it's what i've wanted for a while. and i kiss him to prove it. i press into his lips and hold his head there. when they part just enough, i tell him this is what i've been waiting for.
he's lost his patience himself at this point. he resumes the kiss. he gives me the few seconds of me being the one to hold him before i suddenly feel his grip on my waist. he presses me hard into his side, even turning me a bit so our chests touch at an angle. i bring my hands to his shoulders to hold myself there, meanwhile one of his is going towards my thigh and kneading it. and i melt so fast at being reminded on how huge his hands are.
eventually he's got me on my back with my legs pushed into the lower chub of my tummy. he's just kneading and pulling and squeezing at my skin meanwhile i get to look at him while he's panting and squirming, and feeling him roll his hips against my butt and crotch. just feeling his super hard tip poke at me and making me groan and squeal. both our heads are fuzzy and our breaths are super hot and loud.
he gets my shorts off and his fingers dart to the excited spot on my crotch and im just thrusting myself into his hand, making me grind my butt even harder against his dick that he's now pulled out of his zipper. quickly it turns into him fingering me and his dick is freed from the fly of his boxers. i can just barely see the head twitching of my tummy and it just affirms me on how huge he is cause of his height.
it gets to a point where he cant take it. the moment he feels that i'm loose enough, he pulls his fingers out and uses them on his cock to lube himself up with our juices. he gives me one more chance to speak up before he goes ahead, but i'm already nodding and whimpering as he's getting the mumbles out. he angles, he holds me still, he makes us both breathe in, and he goes in. and he's so, so long. and surprisingly has enough girth to touch all of my walls. and he feels so solid and burning hot and slick and it feels so good.
and he makes sure to go slow so i'm not hurt. he's so sweet about it. he's had such a good time that he doesn't wanna fuck it up now. but he loves how tight i am. he loves that he has to make an effort to not hurt me. he loves that i'm so small compared to him. but most of all he loves that i'm doing this with him, of all people, and that i'm enjoying it so much. he loves that HE'S doing this to me. no one else.
so when the time comes that i tell him to let loose and really let me take him, he doesn't miss it. he gets me pinned nice and tight under him while he just slams in, all loud and sloppy and it's just so amazing. and he's vocally expressive in a way i've never heard before and it's making it so much better.
before we finish, he tries to mumble something out in-between how good everything feels. he finally speaks coherently, and it's to tell me to say how much i love it. how much i love his cock, how much i love him fucking me, how good he's making me feel- how he's the one who's going to make me cum. and i say it loud and clear as i get close, and it's enough to get us both over the edge together. i hear him snarl, and it's from total pleasure while i feel him let go completely.
we're now panting, burning up, sweating, and have dry throats. some of our joints hurt from the position we're in. mostly mine. but the afterglow is too good to notice until we're forced to get up, after we're finished cuddling, all squished together on the couch, trying so hard not to pass out while we're so cozy together. but he makes it difficult not to when he's still inside and holding me so close, like he's going to lose me any second. and i obviously love it to death.
