❣️a blurb based on the HLAYK universe ! read more under this link ❣️
—boxer!bucky barnes x reader
— summary: the night Bucky meets the love of his life.
—word count: 1k (ish)
—tw: swearing, mentions of alcohol, anxiety, underlying hints at abuse
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“You. Are. Not. Staying. Here.”
You groaned and threw yourself backwards onto the bed. The softness of your comforter, the glow of the tv playing Friends for the 50th time, the soft twinkle of your beloved fairly lights and your cat lightly purring beside your ear were all calling out to you and you were more than eager to pick up the phone.
“I’m just tired tonight, Son.” You tried to fake a yawn.
“No way you’re tired. You watch my kids during the day and other than that you do jackshit.”
Sonya was applying her eyeliner, ever so carefully, in the mirror of your vintage vanity.
You’d been staying at the Wilson’s house for almost 5 months now. Which means it’s been almost 5 months since you worked up the courage to walk away from Brock Rumlow once and for all.
Sam and Sonya Wilson had taken you in, despite barely knowing anything about you except for your first name. They gave you a spare bedroom with an en suite bathroom, which was big enough to practically be your own apartment, a job nannying their 4 kids. You tried other jobs but because of the stress from your PTSD and anxiety, you couldn’t hold a job. But most important of all of it, they gave you friend friends. And a family.
A second chance.
You kind of owed them everything.
“Your tab is on me if you come!” Sam’s voice rang through the house, echoing off of the walls.
You raised an eyebrow, slowly sitting up from your bed like a mummy come back to life, shifting your gaze towards Sonya who was already wearing a smirk.
“Don’t tell Natasha you’re coming or she’ll blow up our groupchat.”
Maybe the least you could do was tag along for dinner with their coworkers.
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You were excited, really. Of course you enjoyed putting on a nice outfit and a pretty pair of shoes, using your fancy hair care product, adorning your skin in pretty jewelry and perfume that you couldn’t pronounce. Sam wiggled his eyebrows and giggled when he told you that Bucky Barnes would be there, and you blushed, putting in a little bit more effort into your appearance than you normally would.
Of course you noticed Bucky Barnes. And of course, Sam Wilson noticed you noticing Bucky Barnes and teased you relentlessly for it.
But now it’s real, and it’s happening. You’re about to meet Bucky Barnes and you cannot stop fucking fidgeting with the rings on your fingers and picking at the skin surrounding your nails. The fabric of your dress was suddenly too itchy and the hair on your neck was suddenly uncomfortable and sticky. But it was too late, the driver was pulling up to the valet at the restaurant and Sonya was grasping your sweaty hand into hers and before you knew it, Sonya’s hand was replaced by Bucky’s and now your sweat was all over him.
You were a sweaty mess and your makeup was probably smudged and you could feel your hair getting frizzy and your fucking palms were sweaty and Bucky thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Bucky had heard your name so many times from Sam and Steve but never really gave you too much thought. He knew you were married to Brock Rumlow and it ended in messy divorce, so you were staying with the Wilson’s. He never asked too many questions, figured it wasn’t his business.
But now, standing in front of you as you shook like a damn chihuahua he wanted to know everything about you. He wanted to ask a million questions and he wanted to pick your brain until he had memorized every detail about you.
And he had the strangest feeling coursing through his veins that he could’ve hunted down Brock Rumlow and killed him right then and there for whatever he did to you that was making you shake so bad.
You were a perfectly pieced together angel from heaven with stars in your eyes and all Bucky could say was, “It’s nice to finally meet you, doll.”
Unbeknownst to him, it turned your legs to jelly.
He reluctantly let go of your hand when you didn’t answer, giving you a tight lipped smile, before making his way to sit on the other side of the table. He sat, never breaking his eyes away from you, sandwiched in between Sonya and Tony. You were only one person away, in between Sonya and Sam. You tended to sit in between them in public places, feeling safer that way. Bucky knit his eyebrows together, wondering why you would sit between the couple. It wasn’t helping his need to ask you a million questions. Your eye caught his.
He had torn through two double whiskeys and a couple appetizers before he finally worked up some courage to ask Sonya to switch seats with him.
“And sit next to Tony? I don’t think so.” She shook her head before taking another sip of her champagne.
This was your first real outing that wasn’t McDonald’s or Chuck E Cheese in 5 months and she wasn’t prepared to leave you alone.
Bucky groaned. “$20.”
Sonya whipped her head in his direction, “Barnes are you bribing me?!”
“I want to sit next to her.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“$50.”
“James Buchanan Barnes-“
“I don’t mind sitting next to him, Son.” Your soft voice rang in her opposite ear.
Bucky felt like his chest had filled with a gigantic ball of light and warmth. You wanted to sit next to him.
Sonya stared you down with her signature piercing eyes, wordlessly asking you if you were absolutely sure.
You nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips.
Sonya put her hands up in surrender, “Alright, but you still owe me $50, Barnes. Holding you to it.”
She pushed herself up out of her chair, and she switched seats with Bucky Barnes.
Bucky landed on the seat with a thud, adjusting the perfectly unbuttoned top buttons on his black shirt, revealing his perfectly tanned chest. You noticed a few tattoos, but you couldn’t make out what they were since you snapped your eyes back up to his immediately as to not get caught.
He looked amused.
“You’re just three peas in a pod huh? You and the Wilson’s?” He gestured towards Sam. You could feel your cheeks heating up as embarrassment took over.
You scratched the back of your neck with whatever you had left of your nails. You were such a sticky sweaty mess and the heat rising in your cheeks was not helping.
“Oh, yeah. Well, just um-“
Bucky could sense your rising anxiety and he felt his heart fall.
“Hey, I’m just messin’ with you. The Wilson’s are good people, you’re lucky to have both of ‘em love you so much. Must be one hell of a girl, huh doll?”
You smiled.
God, Bucky wanted to be the reason for that smile forever.
You hadn’t been so confident lately, maybe it was because your ex husband had torn you to bits and pieces or maybe it was because you were practically a teenager again living with your parents and babysitting for a living.
But you had had 3 lychee martinis and the Bucky Barnes was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and you felt a little boost of your old self take over.
“Guess you’ll have to find out, Barnes.”
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boxer!bucky already wants to kill Brock Rumlow for what he did to his girl can you imagine what’ll happen when he actually finds out 😭
Do you have any boxer!bucky fic recs?? Been looking everywhere and can’t really find much
Boxer!Bucky
masterlist | req masterlist
ONESHOT
His Prize by @targaryenvampireslayer
Making an already sexually frustrated bucky even more frustrated is likely to lead to just more frustration, but…if you can wait… Bucky has plans for you after his win…
Angel by @toastedkiwi
your favorite fighter is in recovery.
The Fight by @bxcketbarnes
Love Hurts by @itsbuckysworld
Boxer!Bucky/ College!Bucky/ Boxer!Reader
fight club by @spidermanswifi
boxer!bucky where he gets knocked out in a match and y/n loses her shit because it was a cheap shot and she takes matters into her own hands.
more than worth it by @marvelous-fiction
Secrets and Fighters by @bucky-iss-bae
SERIES
Southpaw by @gogolucky13
Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.
Mess Is Mine by @scrumptious-delusion
as a date night surprise, your boyfriend takes you to a boxing match. little does he know, one of the competitors is responsible for breaking your heart five years ago and an accidental encounter is about to send your whole world spinning.
Fight For You by @revengingbarnes
At the annual local boxing championship, Y/N is the leading medical specialist on call. It’s a whole new environment, and despite the drastic change, she loves it. Bucky Barnes is the reigning boxing champion of Brooklyn. Virtually undefeated, this tattoo artist by day, boxer by night is someone that is now fighting his way into Y/N’s head. And she’s helpless in front of his winning streak.
A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.
Bucky x Reader
AU: Bucky is a boxer, and you have a surprise for him.
Warnings: filthy smut, slight angst, soft!Dom Bucky, anal sex, friends with benefits situation, idiots in love, presumed unrequited love.
The sound of the shower stopping caught your attention and you paused, listening for movement. After a few moments you went back to your phone, reexamining once again the pictures of you and Bucky posted on Instagram from earlier tonight.
Or last night, it was three hours past midnight now. Last night was the fight of Bucky’s career, and you had a front row seat to the ninth round knockout. Despite the beautiful women who had been crowding and flirting with him all night it was you he had chosen to take back to his luxury hotel suite.
You were reclining on the bed, body among the plush pillows when he stepped out of the bathroom. Water droplets were still clinging to his chest and disappearing below the towel slung low around his waist.
“Hey Champion,” you teased.
Bucky smirked at you, his eyes raking your body, appreciating the silky teddy you wore that enhanced your curves. “Are you my prize?”
You bit you lip, turning coy. “Yes sir,” you breathed.
Bucky’s smirk turned to a smouldering gaze and you squeezed your thighs together hoping to relieve some tension but you tingled even more. He licked his bottom lip as his eyes raked over you shamelessly. “Are you going to be my good girl?”
You nodded eagerly and he smiled. “Words Sugarplum,” he warned.
“Yessir,” you blinked at him.
His corded muscles bulged as he stalked towards you. Watching him earlier in the ring you saw not only his opponent flinch but the contingent of potential future challengers shifted uncomfortably too. Bucky was a force to be reckoned with, and now his attention was solely on you.
Fighters needed confidence and cockiness and Bucky had that in spades. He didn’t brag and postulate the way most others did, his quiet confidence was conveyed in an unnerving and unwavering stare.
Yes they would probably challenge him, convince themselves they could and would beat him, they would even give it their best shot but Bucky was steadfast, smart and swift despite his massive bulk.
As he dropped the towel you licked your lips, admiring his thick thighs and tapered hips. His hard leaking cock curved upwards and you thought about crawling forward and wrapping your lips around the tip but you had other plans tonight.
Bucky was in top form and despite the bruises and marks from the opponent on his body he was eager to claim his prize, and that prize was you.
“Will it fit?” You teased, keeping up with the little game.
Bucky nodded thoughtfully and tilted his head to the side to examine you, and you felt your cunt flutter again as he stalked closer.
The bed dipped as Bucky knelt on it, and one big hand curled around your ankle, thumb brushing the smooth skin as he followed your leg to where the satin rested on your thighs.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
You preened at his praise, proud that you were the one in his bed, the one he wanted in his bed. Bucky was a popular man, a ladies man, and when he finally decided to settle down hearts would break; you just hoped your heart wasn’t one of them.
You pushed the tiny gnawing feeling away as Bucky settled over you, his mouth going straight to your neck. He kissed and marked your skin as you ran your palms down over his impressive pecs, pausing to scrape his nipples with your nails.
Bucky hissed in pleasure and rocked against you leaving a wet spot on your thigh. He moved to the other side of your neck, nipping the sensitive flesh and you moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head.
Long fingers played about with the hem of your nightie, his warm hand sliding over your soft belly. He used his teeth to tug the satin from your left breast then licked over your nipple. “Love these tits,” Bucky mumbled as he licked your nipple then drew it into his mouth.
His hands played under your satin nightie and thick fingers explored your soaked pussy, parting your lips and brushing your sensitive clit.
“Bucky, feels so good,” you sighed to him. “Need more.”
Bucky chuckled and pushed two fingers into your channel. You knew the drill, Bucky had a system, an unspoken kink that you were prepared to explore, he loved to tease your tightly furled hole with his pinky as he fucked you with his fingers.
You felt almost smug spreading your legs as Bucky’s finger drifted lower, and you couldn’t help but sigh as he discovered what you had done.
“Sugarplum? What have you done?” He voiced your thoughts as he sat up on his haunches and gripped your ankles in one hand. The other slid under your butt and he lifted you easily to get a better view of your asshole. Or of the plug peeking out from between your cheeks.
You spent a long time exploring your options, but in the end you chose one with jewelled base for tonight. You had spent weeks preparing for this, stretching yourself with toys. Given your friends with benefits relationship you took a chance wearing it for him tonight, but he invited you to the fight and he had yet to discard you on a fight night.
You blushed at his manhandling of your body, moving you about as if you weighed nothing. “Your prize,” you breathed.
You felt suddenly nervous, you were about to give Bucky every single piece of your body, he already had your heart, with no idea if he felt the same way. You chased that little voice away as you watched him scan you with his eyes.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” you whispered softly.
Bucky’s eyes darkened and you felt your cunt flutter again. “Filthy girl,” Bucky groaned. He draped himself over you, kissed you hard then sat back up spreading your legs. He wasted no time in sliding two pillows underneath your hips and settling between your thighs.
“First I’m going to eat this ass, then I’m going to fuck it,” Bucky said. His mouth was hot on your thigh as he kissed the skin, and then the plug was shifting and twisting. “Is that what you want Love?”
“Yes please sir,” you said. Bucky’s chuckle was dark as he teased your hole. When the plug popped out his mouth was right there, licking your skin. He circled the rim, sucking at the puffy skin and making the most obscene slurping noises. He rested a hand over your tummy, and his thumb circled your clit. His other hand strayed up to tease your breast and nipple and you grasped at his thick wrist.
Bucky was determined, his mouth hummed against your rim and his thumb became more aggressive against your tight bundle of nerves and you tried to arch against him, but his arm anchored over your hips held you tight to the bed.
“Gonna’ come for me darlin’?” Bucky asked. You looked down into his lust blown eyes and squeezed his wrist tighter. He shifted, lacing his fingers with yours to anchor you as you felt your muscles begin to contract. “Come.”
You felt that burn in your hips snap and you cried out as you tried to grind against his face. Bucky groaned and humped against the bed as he worked you through your orgasm. He kept hold of your hand, and somehow that felt more intimate than his tongue probing your hole.
Your eyes fluttered and you watched in a daze as Bucky sat back and fisted his cock. He was dripping, and the bulbous head was nearly purple. “D’you got more lube?”
You nodded and reached underneath your pillow. Bucky leaned over you to kiss you, catching both of your hands and pressing them against the headboard. “Keep em’ here for me Sugarplum,” he ran his fingers through your natural slick and drew it down to your hole, and then added a generous dollop of lube to his cock, hissing at the cool temperature.
Big hands turned you over and you went easily, glancing back over your shoulder to watch him. Bucky pushed the bottom of your teddy out of the way, baring your rump to him and then used three fingers to test the stretch of your hole, adding lube and being careful to warm it. When he was satisfied you were stretched enough he made a pleased sound and pressed a kiss to the small of your back.
“Oh god Bucky,” you sighed as he positioned himself at your entrance and pressed forward. You had never taken anyone there and you already felt gone for him, desperate to have him in you.
You gasped, the stretch burned but it was a pleasant feeling and Bucky took his time, easing back and pushing in an inch at a time until his heavy balls rested against your pussy lips.
You grasped at the sheets, your teeth biting into your bottom lip as Bucky shifted getting used to your body. He slipped an arm beneath you and squeezed your tit, nipping the skin of your shoulder between his teeth then soothing it with wet kisses.
You rutted up, clenching around his length. “Bucky please move,” you panted unable to take the tension. He kissed your neck one last time, his tongue sneaking out to taste you before he drew his hips back and pressed forward slowly.
It wasn’t long until you found a rhythm, and Bucky’s moans mixed with your cries and the sound of skin on skin was the only sound in the room. His chest rested on your back as he pumped his hips, his thighs rested on yours pinning you down and his arms caged you in trying to keep his weight off your body. You felt safe and protected, and the haze in your mind started to clear out as he fucked you.
“So fucking tight Sugarplum, so good for me, good to me,” he said. “Your tight ass is the most amazing feeling. Like my cock in your ass huh Doll, I think you do?”
“Yeah, I can be your girl, your good girl,” you replied desperately. The hand between your breasts drifted lower and Bucky pressed two thick fingers into your channel.
“Fuck I can feel me inside you,” Bucky gasped as he moved his fingers. You felt so full, your thin walls between Bucky’s fingers and cock were burning and you whole body was buzzing. You could barely breathe, and at this point you weren’t sure you needed to. All you needed was Bucky.
You clenched around him and Bucky cried out. “Strangling my cock Sugarplum,” he moaned as he nipped your earlobe. You turned your head to share a messy kiss, all tongue and no finesse. The action made you giggle softly and Bucky kissed your head fondly.
You could soon feel his hips stutter, and he curled his fingers just so inside your sopping pussy while pressing your clit with his thumb at the same time. You cried out as you came and Bucky groaned, biting your skin lightly between his teeth. You felt his warmth a few moments later, ropes of his come filling you up.
You both lay in a haze, his hips occasionally rocking slightly. Your clit still twitched under his thumb with tiny aftershocks and you knew that you wanted to do this again.
“Next time on my back so I can kiss you proper,” you said quietly.
“Oh fuck,” he said as he heaved himself off you and collapsed back onto the mattress beside you. He gathered you into his arms and pulled you close, his hand cupping your ass. “You’ll be the death of me you beautiful menace.”
“I look ridiculous,” you giggled. You had one boob out of your nightie and your hair and face were a mess. Not to mention the sticky mess between your legs.
“Beautiful,” Bucky praised. “Thank you.”
You pressed a kiss to his lips and then Bucky was on his feet. He grabbed a wash cloth and after wiping you and himself clean he helped you off with your nightie. You snuggled in next to him as dawn began to break outside.
“You’re amazing,” you couldn’t help but say.
I love you.
“Thank you for being here, I love it when you watch me fight,” Bucky said as his fingers played with your hair. You snuggled into his broad chest and draped your leg over his thigh.
Bucky always bedded you after a fight, spent the days afterwards with you, as his adrenaline settled and he allowed himself to indulge in the pleasures that he denied for so long leading up to the bout.
“Thank you for bringing me along to your fight.”
Tell me you love me.
“You’ve been here from the start, only fair you get to see the biggest one so far,” Bucky murmured against your head. “Besides, your my best girl.”
“You’re so needy,” you rolled your eyes playfully, hiding your disappointment behind gentle teasing.
I may be your best girl, but I’m not your only girl.
“Let’s get some sleep Sugarplum,” Bucky said.
You nodded and kissed his chest but sleep was slow to come as your mind whirled and studied every word you had shared with Bucky tonight, but you settled down knowing that at least for now he had chosen you.
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As you lay awake your mind whirling with thoughts so did Bucky.
It’s was getting harder for him to give you up, to let you go back to your life, and he hated how far gone he was on you. Other girls were an easy distraction for a time but all he wanted was you and they were becoming less satisfying.
It was an offhand comment you had made years ago, the first time you hooked up, that kept him from confessing his feelings. Even then he was hung up on you, the quiet granddaughter of his mentor and the man who owned the boxing gym he first trained at.
I’m not looking for anything serious and neither should you be, you’ve got a career to think about now. Besides, your not the kind of guy a girl like me deserves.
He could still hear your voice clearly almost a decade later. The words still cut. He wasn’t good enough or smart enough for you, he wasn’t what you wanted in a husband.
Bucky wondered if he should give it a chance with you, put his heart on the line one last time? He turned his head, curled his arm across your tummy and snuggled into your side.
His actions settled both of you, and unbeknownst to each other you both fell asleep with each others comfort.
Bucky was doing those insane push ups. The ones where he held onto those heavy duty ropes and pushed himself up on his arms hard enough to lift from the floor like he was on springs, flicking the ropes across the floor when his palms left the surface of the gym mat.
You sighed to yourself, shifting on your feet as you filmed this intense workout to post on his Instagram later, trying, and failing, to alleviate the growing tension that was building in your lower stomach at the sight. All that muscle, shifting and moving under that golden skin, the way his face was pulled into the most ferocious looking scowl.
It was reminding you too much of the times his face would screw up like that when he was thrusting into you back at home, how he would lower his forehead to yours and make sure all you could see was the clear blue of his eyes, and all you could smell and feel was his huge and powerful body as he fucked you so hard your bed would shift across the floor and make dents in the plaster walls of your apartment.
Being the girlfriend of the (hopefully) future heavyweight champion of the world had its upsides, the sex being just one of them. The flip side, however, was that when he was training for a big fight, like right now, he was banned from any and all types of sexual release prior to the fight. It helped with his aggression in the ring, helped encourage him to throw everything into a punch so that he could knock his opponent out as quickly as possible. So that he could win.
And boy, did Bucky love to win.
The workout finished and you watch as he finishes the visually enticing pushups and, rolling his head on his shoulders and bouncing on the balls of his feet, he heads to the punching bag. You moan under your breath at the sight, the graceful and powerful way he moved! It was violent poetry in motion, and it sang to the base part of your soul. To the millenia old part of your DNA that only wanted the strongest and fiercest in your bed, as only they could provide for you.
It irked you how easily you were willing to fall to your knees for this man, and how desperately you wanted to, regardless of how sweaty and disgusting he may be. It only added to his appeal, to his truly warrior like appearance. Bucky Barnes was the sexiest man alive, and, especially when he was training as hard as he was right now, he absolutely knew it. You could tell by the way his topaz blue eyes caught yours as he rained holy hell on the punching bag. By the way his lips curved up at the edges in a sinfully sexy smirk. By the way his arms flew faster and at impossibly more complicated combinations at the black fabric.
And you knew he knew what his display was doing to you by the way his gym shorts started looking just a little bit too full and tight. Your eyes latched onto the sight, and drifted idly over the thick thighs encased in the high quality material. All muscle, just a fine dusting of coarse dark hair across all that skin… your fingertips positively tingled to drag their nails over the powerful limbs, to gouge deep red marks across the expanse of stupidly toned flesh as he fucked your face, his right hand holding the back of your head firm and his tattooed left hand pressing down on your jaw to keep your mouth open for his long and hard cock…
Your pussy clenches in the confines of your underwear and you groan… goddamn it, you hated when he was training! It was sensual torture of the most frustrating kind. You were reduced to a ragged and panting mess, right here in this crowded gym filled with beautifully muscled Adonis’s in every direction, and not one of them could ever distract your attention away from Bucky “The Winter Soldier” Barnes, not even for a moment.
It had been like that since the beginning. Your best friend Nebula had taken you to a boxing match that you hadn’t wanted to go to because who wanted to see sweaty amateurs hit each other, but it was her birthday and she enjoyed regulated violence for some unfathomable reason, and that’s when it happened. You saw Bucky in the ring, and his presence and sheer animal magnetism had hit you like an uppercut to the jaw, making your ears ring and block out all other sound, your vision swam and the dark haired God in the ring was the only thing you could focus on. Your eyes met, Bucky smiled and landed the knockout punch, and that was that.
You and Nebula met him after the fight, she had disappeared with a ring girl by the name of Helen and you had found yourself thoroughly fucked by the gorgeous boxer in one of the stalls of the bathrooms.
Not the most conventional way to start a long term relationship, but you and Bucky loved each other, could barely imagine a moment without the others love and support, and that’s what kept you going through it all. “Conventional” just wasn’t important.
Your eyes had drifted shut at the pleasant memory of how he had bent you over the cistern and ripped your panties right from your body before sinking into you at a torturously slow pace, his voice growling in your ear, “I haven’t fucked in months, baby girl… I wanna take my sweet time over this pussy of yours… prettier than my medal…”
You had cum three times before he was done, an achievement even more astounding than the record breaking amount of wins he had for his age, and you both had left the bathroom wearing sappy grins, sex mussed hair, disheveled clothing, and you wearing his medal around your neck.
The sound of deep groans and curses caused your eyes to snap open again, and you cursed under your breath.
Weights now. His damn trainer had him doing weights.
The sounds erupting from deep within Bucky’s large chest was all too reminiscent of the sounds he made when he fucked you, the soft moans and lip biting exactly how he looked when you rode him long and hard… you couldn’t take this anymore! You grabbed your purse on a huff and stalked towards the ladies bathroom, the ache in your pussy too much to take.
Just because he couldn’t orgasm, didn’t mean you couldn’t.
You went into the office at the back where you would work on the promotional stuff for Bucky when he was training, locked the door, and closed the blinds. As soon as you had your privacy, you walked around the desk and sank down onto the plush leather seat, breathing deeply against the arousal coursing through you.
Bucky hitting that punching bag… smirking at you as he lifted those weights, how soft his lips felt as they caressed your nipples through the lace bra you were wearing…
You bit your lip as your fingers mimicked what your imagination was playing out for you in your head, trying to smother the moan that wanted to come out at the sensation. It wouldn’t stop though, soon you were thinking about those lips kissing against the softer skin of your inner thighs, how wet and warm his tongue would feel against your overly sensitive clit-
“Y/N? What’re you doin’ in there, baby? Let me in, right now,”
Your eyes snap open and you almost cry as your incipient release evaporated away at the interruption, “Bucky! Go back to training! I’m just… working!” You facepalm at your choice of words, knowing that Bucky would see it for the lie it was immediately. Sure enough,
“You workin’, huh? Open this door and show me what you’re working with, baby. I want to see…”
“Bucky…”
“Open this door, Y/N, now!”
Rolling your eyes, you get up and head to the office door, taking your time opening it and staring defiantly at your boyfriend when it finally swung open, “Yeah, babe? I just needed some me time, you know what I mean?”
Bucky’s ice chip blue eyes raked over you, going dark as he saw how a few of your blouse buttons were undone. You look over him too, he was freshly showered and wearing his nice grey sweats and crisp white t-shirt. Apparently, you had been in here longer than you thought.
“Me time, is that right?” Bucky ducked through the door, closing it and locking it behind him, and your heart started to pound in and out of lust as he stalked towards you, backing you into the corner and beside the large potted plant that held residence there, “I think you were trying to get yourself off in here whilst I am out there training my ass off, baby girl. I thought we were in this together? You know I’m not allowed,”
“I couldn’t help it, Bucky… you looked so good, so fucking hot!”
Bucky’s arms braced themselves on either side of your head, and he leant forwards to meet your eyes, “I like knowing that I can get you turned on like that, but I think I want to know just how much. Turn around, Y/N.”
The look in his eyes was dark and filled with sensual promise, of course you turned around and faced the wall, Bucky looming behind you. His left arm went around your front and pulled you back against him, you could easily feel all those recently worked out muscles against your back and it sent a fresh coat of slick to your already damp core,
“Stay still, baby girl, just want to see what me working out did to this pretty cunt,” his right hand snuck under your skirt and deftly found their way under the crotch of your panties, and you squirm desperately against his hold, trying to get more friction, “ohhh… you’re soaked, baby! Just dripping for me!”
Two fingers suddenly were inside you, the thrust of them just barely stretching you out and rubbing over your inner walls almost sent you to your knees, but Bucky just held onto you tighter,
“Poor thing, so needy for my cock, you get so wet just from watching me work out… I should reward you. It’s not your fault that I can’t have sex right now, is it?”
His thumb brushed over your clit then, making your vision go white and for you to cry out instead of answering him. The next cry was louder as Bucky pulled his fingers from you and slapped your clit just this side of painfully,
“I asked you a question, Y/N! It’s not your fault, is it?”
“No!”
“Good girl,” his fingers went back to fucking you, his thumb went back to stroking your clit gently, and your head fell back onto his shoulder, “I think maybe I’m being mean, huh? Making you abstain with me.. I just figured we were a team…” Bucky picked up the pace a little, scissoring his fingers softly as well, “I figured you wouldn’t mind waiting for me. This needy little pussy of yours could hold out,”
“I-”
“Because I miss this too, you know, getting to make love to ya slowly, fuck ya hard and fast, make ya cum so many times you beg me to stop… and then I pull another out of ya, just because I can and you fall asleep in my arms, where you belong,”
“Bucky- fuck!” Your orgasm is about two seconds away from hitting, your knees start to tremble and you’re letting out an almost continuous whine, when Bucky, World Heavyweight Bastard that he is, pulls his fingers out, leaving you right on the edge,
“You don’t get to cum if I can’t, Y/N,” Bucky growls in your ear, rubbing his erection against your ass and holding you firm against him still, “You know what I want to do to you after I win next week, beautiful? What I have planned?”
It would be nothing that involved a long night's sleep, that’s for sure.
“You know how long I can make it last, I would never give you just a few minutes, would I?” When you shake your head against his shoulder, Bucky spins you around, making you watch as he sucks on his fingers, “No, that’s right… get on your knees, darlin’,”
You drop without hesitation, already your previously denied orgasm is building at the thought of what Bucky wanted from you, “B-But-”
“Just open your mouth and listen to me, okay?” Bucky’s words are calm, even and soft, completely the opposite of his eyes, they burned at you. His movements were slow and deliberate as he pulled at the strings on his sweats and lowered them just enough to release his cock, “Good girl, just suck me… aghh, fuck!”
You’re going slow, taking your time to get him as wet as possible before he took over. Already his hands were on your head and jaw, keeping you in the exact position he liked, your previous fantasy coming to life in your work office, with just the pictures on the wall and the potted plant as witness to the edging you were both putting the other through,
“This is my biggest fight ever… I need to know that when I win, you’ll be there, ready and waiting for me, Y/N. Desperate and needy for me. I want to see you watching me fight on the side of the ring, knowing that you’re growing more and more frantic for me…”
He’s thrusting harder now, hitting the back of your throat and you love it, the overwhelming feeling of Bucky. He’s all you can see and smell and hear and it makes you feel more alive than anything else.
Bucky might be fighting for the belt, but you had already won the biggest prize in the world.
“I’m gonna take you backstage, to the quietest corner I can find, and I am going to feast on that cunt, tongue your pretty ass as well, bury my whole face in those soft folds of yours and drown myself in you. You’re going to give me every goddamn orgasm I am making you hold back right now, and I will drink it down like ambrosia, do you hear me?”
You can’t nod, his fingers are too firm around your skull. You can’t speak, his cock is ramming into your esophagus. You blink and dig your nails into the back of his thighs, and this seems to be enough for Bucky and he smiles devilishly at you,
“I’ll sit you up, spread your legs wide, and fuck you hard, watch myself disappear into your greedy cunt over and over, maybe I’ll even film it this time? You can watch it back with me? See how you take my big dick and make it shine brighter than the gold?”
Your eyes close in bliss, his cock was almost choking you, but you loved it. Your pussy was throbbing to the beat of his words, you wanted to touch yourself so badly…
“Then I’ll bend you over, and you had better be wearing that dress and lingerie we picked out, baby girl, your skirts are going on your back, your underwear is going in your mouth, and I’ll fuck you from behind as well. Maybe play a little with your tight ass with my thumb, I’ve had a taste after all, why waste an opportunity to work over both holes a little? I won’t fuck ya there though, don’t worry. I will take my time in our bed to do that.”
Your wetness is dripping down your thighs and Bucky grows impossibly bigger and harder in your mouth, you can tell he’s close, his taste is growing thicker on your tongue…
“Lastly, oh shit, your mouth is heaven! Lastly… I’m going to lift you up and you’re gonna ride me. I’ll be in my shorts, you’ll be naked and wearing my belt, and you’ll ride me. All I can see is you. My biggest prize, wearing the belt you helped me get, and fucking me until I scream your name…” Bucky’s hips stutter and he groans as he pulls out of your mouth, leaving your jaw aching, your core weeping, and both of you completely unfulfilled.
Bucky gingerly tucks his still rock hard erection back into his sweats and helps you stand. You go to the seat and Bucky moves away to the other side of the desk, “So? Think you can wait a week with me, baby girl?”
You smile weakly at him, you feel just a little bad for trying to sneak a quick, and most likely unsatisfactory, orgasm in here whilst he had been training, and you nod, “Yes… I’m sorry I snuck away. I promise to wait with you.”
“We’re a team, right? We win.”
“Hell yeah we do.” You stretch, deliberately straining the fabric of your blouse across your breasts, and smirk at Bucky when he glared at you, “What? Winning isn’t easy, gorgeous! And I got to make sure you remember what you’re fighting for! Now, what should we go and eat?”
A week later, and in Las Vegas, Nevada, Bucky won the fight against Brock Rumlow, one of the quickest fights in history. Bucky threw a knockout punch in the second round to the most thunderous applause and cheers the you thought would deafen you. All you saw was Bucky though, as his face crumpled with his emotion when he held that long awaited belt in his hands. All you could hear was Bucky when he called your name with a smile bright enough to light up the strip. Bucky help you in the ring, blocking out everyone and everything else, and you had never felt prouder or more in love with him.
Fifteen minutes after his win, Bucky didn’t waste any more time before he followed up on his promise to you. For a solid twelve hours after his win, neither of you got a wink of sleep and you were too blissed out to care about something as trivial as bags under your eyes.
You stayed in Vegas for the weekend and by the time you came home, you were Mrs Bucky “The Winter Soldier and Heavyweight Champion of The World” Barnes.
If life and love were a championship, with Bucky at your side, you felt like you were the undisputed champion and your reign had only just begun.
Warnings: 18+ (it's my blog so fuck off that's why) Cursing
Word Count: 984 (i can only write so much you guys)
A/N: okayyy this has been sitting with me for the absolute longest time ever! it's currently after 1am here, and ive been completely mia for way too long, sooo I'm deciding to post this right now😭 there is no way in hell I could be doing any of this without any of my sweet friends on here but I want to especially shout out @sweetdreamsbuck and @writing-for-marvel for inspiring me and encouraging me through this🥹 i love you guys so much and I can never thank you enough for all you've done for me since i joined this place<3 (yall already know the moodboard was made by me)
God you hate time. You hate looking at the clock, what feels like every five minutes, only to find it's been maybe two at the most. Especially on days like today; the days Bucky fought.
Bucky.
Your stomach aches thinking about him being in the ring later.
He is such an incredible boxer, one of the best in the city actually. But that knowledge did very little to ease your nerves about his hobby.
You've seen what he can do, and you love watching him practice. The way every muscle in his body flexes when he throws a hit, sweat running down every inch and crevice, flying off him like rain drops. The sounds he makes when he lifts weights and the pants he lets out when he hits a punching bag—everything about it - about him is mesmerizing.
You loved it just as much as you hated it. You knew Bucky could handle himself, especially in the ring, but you worried anyway. You always worry. Anything could happen up there and you couldn't stand the thought of him being seriously injured. Your over-thinking got the better of you and nothing could make you feel better. Nothing except seeing him yourself after the fight.
Most fight days, you're torn–constant anxiety looming over you. You think only the worst first, every little (and not so little) way he could be hurt. The bad outcomes are endless if you really let yourself think about them. Bucky never lets you get too far down that rabbit hole though, always reminding you he loves what he does and that helps him to be the best.
Interrupting your thoughts, Bucky starts coming down a hallway–which you know leads to the locker room. Where he's been hiding and getting himself ready for tonight; doing some warm-ups and wrapping his knuckles, and whatever else his pre-fight routine entails.
When he steps in the light of the gym people immediately start to cheer for him and he breaks out in a grin, his nose scrunching up in the most adorable way, raising his gloved fist in the air.
He really does love this. And you'd never underestimate how much he does again. You only had the one time, you were just upset really, but after a broken nose, mild concussion and many scrapes and bruises, you'd say you were allowed to be. Even after all that you'll never forget what he had told you when you asked him why he chooses to do this to himself.
"Well.. I like it. I like the way it makes me feel, you know? It's freeing in a sense, like how some people meditate? When I'm up there, it's like nothing out of that ring matters just for a moment, and I don't have anything to worry or think about. It's just me, and it feels good. It's exhilarating. It's like this good insane feeling I can't really describe, but I love it. I can't imagine not doing it." He spoke with so much emotion that you almost forgot about his many injuries that night.
You can't help but smile at the sight of him, no matter how many times you see his introduction. He's wearing his robe, a livid blue-gray color with 'Barnes' in black across his upper back. It's a shiny material–not a glittery one, and he's got his hood up on his head.
He hoists himself up on the platform and splits some of the ropes to duck between and step over, and finally he's on the canvas mat.
His hood is off now and you can tell he's scanning the room for you. A smile of endearment is on your face and it only grows bigger when he finds you and shoots you a wink.
Buckys opponent for todays match enters as he did previously. Once they're introduced to the gym, they bump gloved fists for a show of good sportsmanship before they start.
When Bucky's up on the platform he’s the only thing in the world that matters. Your eyes never leave him for a moment. He's enchanting.
Once the fight begins though, a slight grimace stays on your face. Your brows are furrowed and your lips are parted the smallest bit, hands grasping and fidgeting with his dog tags that dangle from around your neck. You wear them for Bucky on fight days, "safe keeping," he said once.
When he fights, you don't watch quite the same way as when he's practicing. Your focus is on holding your breath every time a hit is thrown his way. It's a sigh of relief when he dodges or blocks but a distressed sigh when he takes the hit with all the force it's been given to him.
Bucky is damn good at what he does but you can't help but fret. You're not always sitting but you're at the edge of your seat for the whole match watching Bucky and whoever he's fighting dance around the ring. You can never tell how long the matches last, supposedly it's different each fight with each opponent, but to you they were all the same.
You felt like time wasn't moving and like it was speeding around you at the same time. This could be torture if Bucky didn't look so good. Truthfully though, sometimes you didn't even pay attention. You only found yourself thinking about what nasty cuts you'd be cleaning up and how many bruises he would have later, staining his skin for weeks at a time.
You shiver at your own thoughts and blink your focus back on Bucky in time to see him land a punch on his opponent. A soft smile makes its way onto your face as you admire the pure and genuine excitement on Bucky’s beautiful face when he's announced the winner of the match. And come on, how could you argue with that?
Sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding past his nose and blending with the crimson red seeping from his bottom lip. With heavy-lidded eyes, he takes in your pretty lips, gaze hardening as he tries to decipher your words.
A loud ringing pierces his ears, the sounds of the stadium coming to a deafening silence. All he can focus on is you. The way you shouted encouragement against the noise, your hand finding its way to his cheek, wiping the blood from his bruised lip before kissing them softly.
"C'mon Bucky, you gotta get back in there. Keep fighting. You've almost got him, baby."
He scans your face lazily, his lips upturning in amusement at your worried expression. He wants to say something, to grunt a snarky reply to the way you called him "baby," but the words can't formulate. He's too far gone.
So he settles with a nod, closing his eyes and nuzzling into your grasp so quickly that you almost missed it. You weren't officially his yet, but god forbid you tried to call yourself anything else. He loved the way “baby” rolled off your tongue. It was natural and he couldn’t wait to hear it again.
You grin as he shakes off the pain, standing up from the seat and sinking his mouthguard back onto his teeth.
pairings || Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Personal Assistant!Male Reader (Boxer AU)
summary || Being the personal assistant of all-knowing Bucky Barnes can come with its pros and cons. One of those cons being that Bucky is so deep in love with you he can’t help but to choose love over his career.
authors note || I’m so so sorry I haven’t posted a fic, so I did this for you all. Any mistakes I apologize for. Enjoy my loves !! Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3!!
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BUCKY slowly taken off the red velvet soft blanket that was on his broad half naked body. He turned his head over to where his alarm clock stood and set his gaze on the time — 7:30 am. He had a busy schedule today and he knew.
He used his upper strength and took his body from the bed. Getting up and making his way to the bathroom that was also shared with his modernly old-fashioned bedroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, rubbing the light stubble that was growing on his face.
Bucky did his daily routine. Take a shower: check. Brush his teeth: Check. Wash his face: Check. Get dressed: Check. Make a simple breakfast meal: Check. The only thing that wasn’t checked was a call from you.
You usually called Bucky around this time — which he wasn’t complaining about — The upcoming boxer, James Buchanan Barnes had a damn crush on his personal assistant. This never-ending crush made him feel as if he was in high school all over again.
Once he finished his breakfast, he made his way to the front door. Twisting the knob slowly but surely. He entered the elevator and pressed the main floor button. He greeted people as he strolled his way to his black exterior car.
Still no call, the blue-eyed man would be lying if he said he didn’t feel uneasy that you didn’t make a call to him. It was something he could always look forward to when waking up first thing in the morning.
He pulled his black car in front of the — Run down but still well built — building he would train at for his upcoming tournament. It’s not like he had a choice but, he has to do whatever that’ll “help” his career. Believe it or not, Bucky actually wanted to be a doctor when he was growing of age.
That’s right. The all-knowing, Bucky Barnes wanted to be a doctor, saving lives. But instead, he’s training for an upcoming tournament his father signed him up for. If he won, he — well his father — would get loads of cash. Bucky knew not to disobey his father knowing what he’ll do.
Bucky let out a heavy — but surely — needed sigh. When he entered the building, he laid his brown bag down on the wooden floor and wrapped his hands in bandages. He started to let out unknown anger on the punching bag.
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“Can I see her?”
You said to the man who was caring for your mother right now. Your mom was in the hospital bed — almost looking deceased — and you couldn’t do nothing but hope for better. You took a seat, sitting next to her bed. Engulfing her cold hands in yours.
A few tears slipped from your eyes as you looked at the machine that was monitoring her heart. Your mom was perfectly healthy. That was until she got the news that she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Your heart shattered at the feeling of losing someone as important as your mom.
She was always there for you. During your highs and lows. No matter what. She always supported you with what you did. You bring her hand to your forehead before opening your mouth.
“Please don’t leave me. I — I can’t imagine this world when you’re gone. You can’t just leave me like this. You still have to see me get married and have kids.” You kissed her palm and looked at her unconscious body before getting up.
The doctor returned and gave you a sympathetic smile. You wiped the dried tears before kissing her forehead. “I’ll come back. I promise.” You walked out of the hospital and made your way to your car.
You made your way to the cafe and brought Bucky his usual morning coffee. You hadn’t noticed the tears that built up in your tired eyes and wiped them. You started the car, ready to start your day with your boss. Bucky Barnes.
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Just smile.
Before exiting your car, you made sure there were no tears begging to be released from your dark eyes. You grabbed Bucky’s coffee and let out a deep breath before entering the building.
You were greeted with the settling gaze of Bucky fighting the punching bag. A small smile made its way to the end of your lips. “Good morning Mr. Barnes!” You said in a sheepish tone, making sure to cover any trembling emotion.
Bucky smiled at the sound of your voice. Oh god your voice. The way your voice would sound like an angelic song played by the angels themselves. A perfect angelic voice for a perfect beautiful boy. He turned his gaze from the punching bag and set his blue-eyed gazed on your small frame.
“Please Y/N. We’ve been over this. Call me Bucky.” Bucky said in a voice — which was filled with calmness — You frowned for a second but brought back your smile to the man standing in front of you.
“Sorry Mr. B — Bucky.” You looked into his icy blue eyes and there was this feeling. This emotion you couldn’t put your finger on. You took yourself out of your own thoughts and remembered you held his coffee in your right hand. “Oh, I got your coffee just how you like it.”
Bucky gave you a smile again that would cause many people to quiver. Bucky couldn’t help himself but to only smile when you were around. Your eyes, your smile, your presence was enough for him to fall head over hills for you.
“I have your schedule for today, Bucky.” You said which took Bucky out of his desirable thoughts. He nodded for you to continue, and you scrolled through your tablet trying to find his schedule again.
“So, at 12:45 pm you have lunch with Mr. Anderson.” Bucky nodded. “3:00 pm, you have to meet up with your trainer and at 5:15, your father personally requested to see you.” Bucky’s face screamed anger at the sound of his father wanting to see him but all he could do was nod and smile at you.
“Thank you, Y/N. For everything I mean. I genially am thankful for what you do for me.” You felt heat rush up to your cheeks. For crying out loud, the man was only thanking you and you felt butterflies take over the emptiness in your stomach.
But something you didn’t know was, Bucky actually was relieved knowing you were there for him. Growing up was hard for Bucky. He had to do this and that. So much pressure on one single child. You were the only person Bucky trusted with his whole heart. Your mother created a masterpiece for his eyes.
“I’m just doing my job Bucky. But you’re welcome. I’m always here for you if you need anything.” You said with a loving smile and if you weren’t around, boy oh boy Bucky would be giggling and kicking his legs like a five-year-old.
The things that you do too the blue-eyed man was unspeakable.
Just as you were about to walk into the bathroom, Bucky wanted to ask why you didn’t call. He wanted to know if you were okay. He knew someday he would eventually ask you out. So, why not show that he cares for you now?
“Hey Y/N?” You stopped your tracks hearing your name come from Bucky’s pink plump lips. You turned around so your full attention was on his tall frame. “Mhm?” “I was just going to ask, I — I know it’s none of my business but, is everything okay? You didn’t call today like you usually do.”
You felt a tear forming in your eye at the thought of your mom. You haven’t told Bucky about the condition your mom was in yet. He believed your mom was healthy and living her nice calm life back at your hometown. ‘Think Y/N, Think!’
“Oh, I had a very long night and I slept in. Calling you must’ve slipped my mind.” You put on a fake smile hoping to convince your boss. But Bucky knew something was wrong. He was in love with you for God’s sake so of course he would know if something was wrong.
He decided to just smile and respond with an ‘okay’, making sure not to make you feel even a pinch of uncomfortableness. In the near future, he wants to let you know that you can trust him and tell him anything. Just anything would be perfect for his ears.
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Bucky sat at the bar.
He let out a huge sigh before taking a chug of his beer. He set his gaze onto the screen that presented a football game, but it wasn’t like he was paying any attention to it. His mind was stuck onto and hour before when meeting with his father.
Bucky laid his palm on the cold doorknob that would open the door to his dad’s office. He twisted it — slowly but surely — and opened the door. His father was sat down at the desk lost into the world of his computer.
“You wanted to see me father?” Bucky said grabbing his father’s attention. His face held a cold look like he was angry. Fuck. Joseph raised his body from his seat to stand up. He laid his hands on the desk before looking at his son.
“Bucky. Take a seat son.” Bucky hesitated for a second before taking a seat on the rich soft fabric that felt nice against his skin. “It has come to my attention that — you have been getting way to close to Mr. Y/L/N. I feel as if we should find someone new.” Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“What do you mean ‘find someone new’? I’m perfectly fine with Y/N.” Bucky stated getting irritated at his father’s words. “Son, hanging out with Y/N is dangerous for your career. Hanging out with a fag like him will ruin your career.”
Boy oh boy was Bucky’s blood boiling. “What the fuck did you just call him?” He balled his fist up trying oh so hard not to punch this man who claimed to be his father. “I’m just trying to protect your career son. Like stated before, if you continue to talk to Y/N, he might brainwash you.”
What was the bullshit he was speaking?
“Brainwash?” Bucky asked confused through gritted teeth. “Since he’s gay, he might turn you gay and son I can’t let that happen. I don’t want you turning into something you’re not.” Bucky let out a low chuckle before pushing his chair back.
“You know what? That’s very hypocritical of you to say Joseph. I didn’t want to be a fucking boxer. Do you understand where I’m going at? I didn’t choose this fucking life you set me up with. So, I don’t care for this career. If being with Y/N ruins my career, I could care le —”
Bucky was cut off with a violent smack to his face. “Don’t... don’t say you don’t care. Because you do. And you will. I don’t want to see you fucking around with a twink like him ever again. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!” Joseph yelled.
All Bucky could do was just stare at his so-called father. He shook his head and made his way to the door. “Fuck you.” Was the last thing Bucky said to his father before exiting the office.
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Bucky was clearly drunk.
He wasn’t thinking straight when was making his way to your apartment. Tonight, was the night where the icy blue-eyed drunk man would confess is undying love for you. He need’s you to know just how much he loves you.
Bucky stood inches away from your door banging on it like a mad man. “DOoll?” Bucky slurred out. You took your attention off the T.V and to the banging loud noise coming from your front door. You slowly raised your body and looked through the peephole... seeing Bucky.
Your eyebrows furrow from utterly confusion. You open the door and see Bucky smile instantly at the sight of you. “Bucky?” “Heya doll. I — I really, really, really need to — tell yOu s — something.” Bucky managed to get out while rubbing the back of his neck.
“Bucky, are you drunk?” You asked your boss who clearly had some drinks before arriving to your apartment. Bucky scoffed. “Me? Drunk? Pfft. I w — would never drink.” Heat raised to your face remembering he called you... doll.
“Okay get inside, I’ll get you some water.” You told your drunk boss. But something you did NOT expect happened. A moment you wish would happen if the man was sober. Bucky grabbed your face in his rough palms and connected his plump lips with yours.
Eyes going wide, you would enjoy it if he wasn’t drunk. Obviously, he didn’t know what he was doing... Right? You pulled away from the kiss which made Bucky grow a frown on his perfect face. “Do you not... love me too doll?” Bucky looked like he was about to cry.
You pulled Bucky into your apartment and brought him to your bedroom. Bucky smirked thinking the total opposite of what you were doing. He sat down and waited for you to return back half-naked, but you returned with a glass of water and Tylenol.
“Drink some of this water now and in the morning take this Tylenol. You understand?” Bucky was taken aback that you were giving orders to him, but he wasn’t complaining. “Yes sir.” Bucky smirked seeing you rolling your eyes.
He saw you get up from the bed and raised his eyebrow. “W — Where are you going?” Bucky asked you. “I’m sleeping on the couch, and you can sleep on my bed. Goodnight Bucky.” You left before he could respond with something else.
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Bucky woke up.
His head was spinning, and he had a hangover. The amount of alcohol his body consumed made him this way. He ran to the bathroom next to the bedroom and he let out all of the things he consumed the night before.
He siffled a bit before looking around the bedroom and bathroom. This was obviously not his apartment. That’s when he remembered what he said that night. Or at least what you said. “Shit.” Bucky mumbled under his breath.
He took a shower and brushed his teeth. He saw that you laid out a pair of shorts and t-shirt for him to wear. He smiled before taking the Tylenol and drinking the rest of his water that was given to him.
Bucky made his way downstairs, taking in the small details of your welcoming home. He couldn’t help, but to think of little scenarios of waking up with you wrapped in his strong arms every morning. The illuminating scent of bacon and pancakes roamed around the house as Bucky walked into the kitchen.
“Morning Doll.” Bucky said which sent a scarred shock through your body. You held your hand to your chest, with a shaky breath. “Bucky, you scared me.” Bucky smirked seeing the way how his pet name affected you. That million-dollar smile sent many vibrations to your body.
“I — I made us breakfast.” You said breaking the silence. Bucky nodded and sat down at the table and made his plate. He started to eat but you haven’t touched an atom of your food. All you could think about was his confession.
“Bucky?” “Mhm?” You let out a — deep needed — breath before talking. “Was what you said true? Do you actually love me or was that some... drunken action?” Bucky’s eyes went soft, and he put his hand over yours. Again, with those butterflies.
“Of course, doll. I would run out of breath trying to describe all the reasons why I love you.” You smiled and nodded slowly. ‘Jesus why won’t these butterflies go away?’ Bucky connected his icy blue eyes with your e/c eyes. There was this... spark that held in his eyes. He was telling the truth.
You swallowed down a pit of spit before saying the three words to Bucky — who not to mention is your boss — “I love you too Bucky.” Bucky could’ve jumped and down right there hearing those words escape your beautiful lips.
“So, would you maybe want to go out some time? My treat.” Bucky in the inside was laughing. Remembering his father’s orders not to hang out with you. Fuck him and his orders. Bucky wants and will be with the boy he loves. “Of course.”
“Well, you can stay here if you want... only if you want. Your schedule is clear for the day.” You smiled and took his plate to clean the mess, but he took a hold of your wrist. “Please let me clean up. You’ve done enough for me.” You nodded and made your way to the living room. Waiting for his return.
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You two returned from dinner.
The date Bucky set up was amazing. The food and everything else were amazing. Bucky made sure that everything was perfect. A perfect date for a perfect boy. You two returned to your apartment, putting your bags down.
The cold air hitting against your skin made goosebumps grow over body. You turned around to where Bucky was standing and opened your mouth to say something. “Thank you, Bucky. For the date. It was perfect.” Bucky smiles and stalks closer to where you were standing.
His face only inches away from your face. Nervousness ran through your veins as he licked his lips and looked at yours. Your breath becoming hitch from the anticipation of him kissing you. He leaned down to your smaller frame and connected his lips with yours.
The kiss was magical. Breathtaking. Any good word can describe the way his lips felt on yours. Bucky’s tongue hit your teeth begging for entrance. You opened your mouth a little which he took the chance to stick his wet tongue into your mouth.
You moaned at the contact.
Bucky grunted hearing the moan that sounded like heaven in his ears. He backed away from the wet steamy kiss and smirked. “You’re going to be the death of me you know that doll?”
You looked at him with a look you never thought you would look at someone with. Lust. Lust taking over body as your lips were slightly parting needing his touch. Just not knowing how to ask.
Bucky seen the lust in your eyes. He smirked and picked you up, making your legs wrap around his waist. He brought you two to your bedroom and he laid you down gently. He started to leave kisses on your neck. When he heard you moan, he knew he found your sweet spot. He started to take your skin between his teeth, making sure to leave Hickie’s for the next day.
He took your shirt off and took your waistband in his hands. You panicked and stopped him. Concern covering Bucky’s face hoping that he didn’t take it too far. “Bucky... I’m a — a virgin.” You said embarrassed thinking he would want to stop.
All Bucky could do was smile knowing that no one hasn’t touched you yet. He could mark you as his and only his. He was going to be your first and certainly your last. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” Bucky said smiling.
You nod and he continues where he left off. He pulled your pants and underwear off, your cock springing up from its release. Bucky turned you over, so your ass was on display for the blue-eyed man. Your plump cheeks made Bucky suddenly feel as if he was starving. He was hungry. Hungry for you.
He massaged each cheek within his hands making you moan from the contact. “Fuck, your ass is so beautiful doll.” Heat rushed to your face and then you felt your cheeks being spread.
Bucky licked his lips before diving into your ass. Like a predator eating its prey. His wet tongue felt so good on your red velvet walls. Bucky pulled his tongue out and then spat on his fingers. He pushed one finger in slowly making sure not to hurt you.
“Does that hurt baby boy?” Bucky asked cautiously. You shook your head which signaled for him to continue. He thrusted his finger in a nice slow pace. Then he entered two fingers. Then three. Your walls clenched around his fingers which made his eyes roll back from the feeling of your tight ass.
“You’re ready now. Just relax okay doll? It’s going to hurt at first, but the pain will go away. I promise.” You bite your lip hoping you could prove to Bucky that you’re good enough even for your first time.
Bucky took his shirt and pants off. His 12-inch veiny and girthy cock from his boxers. Its head was leaking precum already from the sight of your beautiful soft ass. He spat on his dick and jerked it off a little before making contact with your hole.
He entered his red head in first. Then inch by inch until he was fully in. You close your eyes shut from the girthy monster cock that was ready to fuck your ass. A few tears forming in your eyes from the pain but almost pleasure.
“Good boy. You take my cock so well doll.” If you were standing, your knees would tremble from the praising words that left Bucky’s lips. Who knew a romantic like Buck can also be great in bed?
Bucky started to thrust inch by inch in your ass. Trying to find your prostate. “Nghh, F-Fuck Bucky~” All of sudden, you scream in pleasure and Bucky smirks knowing he found your prostate. Game on.
He thrusted his hips, hitting your prostate over and over. He took it gentle and slow as he promised. But you wanted more. You needed more. “Bucky... Please~” “Please what baby boy?” “P-Please fuck me faster.” Bucky’s icy blue eyes went dark. His hard cock bulldozed your prostate from the increased speed of his thrust. All you could do is moan and cry from the pleasure.
Your cock twitched from being ready to release its climax. “B-Bucky, I’m about to cum!~” Bucky took your cock his lubed hands and jerked your cock in fast motions. You moan as ropes of cum leave your cock. Bucky feels his climax rushing in, but you stop him.
‘I want to... I want to ride you.” You said innocently and Bucky smirked. He laid back on the bed with his legs spread out. You sat over him getting a hold of cock that was girthy as a wine bottle. You pushed him slowly into you and he rolled his eyes back. His head hitting the back of the headboard.
You started to move your hips from front and back. Taking him whole. “You’re doing so good baby boy... Just like that. F-Fuck~” His moaning encouraged you to ride him faster. “Ngh, B-Bucky!~” You moan loud as you start to bounce on his cock.
“F-Fuck baby boy, taking my cock so well like the good boy you are. Fuck so beautiful~” Bucky felt his climax rushing in and you felt yours coming for a second time. You grabbed his shoulders and came all over his chest. Releasing your second orgasm.
Bucky got a hold of your waist in his hands, and he met your thrust. He slammed his cock all the way up your prostate making you sweat. “Fuck don’t stop baby boy. Keep going. Be the fucking good boy you and keep riding my cock.” You used all your strength to start riding him again.
Bucky squinted his eyes shut and curled his toes as he shot 15 hot ropes of cum in your ass. Painting your walls like the canvas it was. He pulled out and saw his hot sticky baby batter leaking from your hole down to his dick.
You laid your body on top of his. Both of your sweaty bodies colliding together. “I can’t believe you’re a virgin.” Bucky said which made you look at him. “Was I good?” You asked shyly. Bucky smiled and kissed your temple.
“You were more than good doll. I’m so proud of you.” You smile and Bucky gets up. He picks you up and brings you into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and cleaned both of your bodies. You were lucky to have someone like him...
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You woke up in Bucky’s arms.
The sight of Bucky sleeping so peacefully made your stomach grow butterflies. You tried to leave his arms without waking him up but that was a no go, he woke up and groaned at you trying to leave his warm broad arms already.
“I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to early to get out of bed.” You whined and tried to leave once again, but he held you tighter to his chest. “Fine, you win.” Bucky let out a small chuckle before kissing your temple.
