am I tripping or you wrote something like bucky and neighbour? if I remember correctly reader wasn’t kidnapped or anything but he had sad thoughts about someone like her being so nice with him??
I know technically it’s not a fully request but if you have it still I’d like it 🥹 (hope you didn’t lose it completely)
My sweet neighbour
a/n: hi anon!!! no you're not tripping, i have wrote something like that with a neighbour but unfortunately it was one of the few i lost when i had the problem with my old account. so here we are i wrote it again (that's why it took me some time) hope you like it as you liked the first version. this version contain SMUT.
“Why do you still live there? It’s so far from here.” Sam asked Bucky on the jet, coming back from a mission.
“Yeah pal,” Steve adjusted his shield. “It’s far and you always have something to do.”
Bucky looked down at his boots.
He liked that place, the cozy condo he found four or five block away from the Avengers’ Tower, but he loved even more his neighbor.
“It’s somewhere I can wind down… you know how I am…” Bucky gulped, worried about saying something more than what he wanted. “It’s also cheap and there’s no Tony Stark pumping heavy metal in the morning.” He smirked.
The billionaire laughed snorting at the cockpit near Nat.
The remaining journey back home was quiet and peaceful, everyone thought about what to do within the next couple of days of rest.
Once the jet landed on the tower’s platform, Bucky packed his bag and headed out.
He always walked from the tower to his condo. He liked the night air and the dark atmosphere around him. He passed in front of a florist, and like every time he did, he thought of coming home to you with a big bouquet of roses. He saw in his mind the happiness on your face, your arms linked to his neck and your body pressed to his.
The reality was way more different.
You were on his floor, your door right in front of his. Some hello every now and then, a wave of hand if you saw him while being on the phone. He would never forget how your eyes widened the first time you saw him.
You recognized him immediately.
Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier, on your floor.
Broad shoulders, wide chest, blue eyes and dark brown hair. A cheeky but shy smile when he presented even if that wasn’t necessary.
You run into your apartment, not wanting to face him and Bucky immediately got it.
You were scared of him.
Again, the reality was different.
Once you run into your apartment, you rested your back against the door. Chest moving up and down, a hand on your heart trying to calm it down. Your lower lip crushed between your teeth.
Bucky Barnes was by far the most handsome and hottest man you’ve ever seen.
Your body reacted immediately, like on autopilot, and you clenched your legs.
In the following days, you took a peek in the peephole trying to figure his routine.
Bucky did the same with you, but you had very different habits.
Bucky at five in the morning always headed out for his morning run. You preferred sleep.
Around nine, you finally woke up. Shower and a light breakfast and then straight to your office. At the same time he usually took his shower after his four hours of cardio and exercises.
Having different habits and routines, and not seeing you both as much, made it even more weird when you both got locked in the elevator.
People were supposed to know your neighbors and the fact he was taking more space with his body made you tremble.
Bucky got that as fear.
He saw you in the corner of the elevator, trapped and scared. He tried to make himself little bit but of course it was impossible.
He was a super soldier, six feet tall and 200+ pounds. His shoulders took all the space and he shuffled in his feet uncomfortably and ashamed of his past.
In your head tho, the reality was the total opposite.
You looked at him, finally not from a peephole. It seemed that his shoulders almost asked you to grab them, to rest your tights on them while he ate you out while grabbing his locks. You took a moment to admire his metal arm. You noticed how he tried to pull down the sleeve, trying to cover even the hand.
You took your sweet time admiring his lips. They seemed so soft and full. Imaging them on your skin made you shiver more.
His eyes were the thing you loved more. They were usually so shiny and bright. A blue so intense you found yourself staring at them in pictures once you found out he was your neighbor.
The great Bucky Barnes. The man turned into a weapon and then finally a hero with all the recognition he deserved.
You suspected he wouldn’t like being recognized like the Winter Soldier and so you preferred waving at him from the distance and simply saying hello to him.
“Sucks being stuck here, right?” You tried to asked him.
He hummed nodding.
“Okay,” you whispered crossing your arms on your chest. “So… do you like it here?”
“It’s fine.”
This time, you nodded without speaking.
You saw him in the opposite corner of the elevator far from you, as far as the space allowed.
Suddenly the elevator shook and you lost balance, crushing into his arms. His reflexes were on point like you suspected, as he grabbed you in a second. His flesh arm around your waist and your face against his chest. You inhaled his intoxicating smell. You didn’t see it but he smelled your hair too as he was way more taller than you.
“Oh sorry, Bucky.”
You looked up at him.
He looked down at you.
Bucky.
You said his name, so you of course knew him.
You saw the pain in his eyes. The regret of his past conditioning his present.
He removed the arm immediately from you and licked his lips.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “Did it hurt you?” He asked with a low tone.
You were about to reply but the elevators’ door opened. You saw two firefighters opening the heavy and metal door.
“Are you alright guys? Hey,” one of the firefighters removed his helmet. “You’re Bucky Barnes… god… you’re a hero.”
“Yeah… thanks…” Bucky replied shyly.
The firefighter who opened the door immediately helped you to get down since you were blocked between two floors. You refused his hand, and looked for Bucky’s hand. He gave his flesh hand to you, helping you balancing.
You looked at him straight in the eyes while thanking him.
It was now two weeks after being locked in the elevator. Bucky was nowhere to be found. He disappeared three days after.
You heard his door opened during the night and you immediately run towards the peephole. You saw him with his tactical gear and a duffle bag.
Almost a week away, you heard the news.
The Avengers were in a country you barely remember the name, fighting for the world. The local anchorman and cameraman filmed them after a fight.
Dirty, bloody and exhausted.
Bucky appeared on the screen.
Your breath got stuck in your throat.
He was suffering, painfully tired and absolutely handsome. His eyes tired and puffy. His chest moving up and down.
You picked the phone up and took a picture of the screen.
You missed him so much even tho you barely interacted with each other.
You got back on the bed and closed your eyes imagining him coming back.
After another week, he was back. You heard the keys in the door and immediately jumped up from your couch. You swung your door opened as he was about to close his.
“Bucky,” you whispered.
He turned and looked at you.
He didn’t have the same exhausted and dirty look he had on TV the week before, but he had a sad look in his eyes.
“Go back to sleep.”
“No.”
“We barely know each other… you should stay away from me.”
“No.” You replied again.
Bucky moved suddenly and you took a step back flinching at the speed not at him.
He froze.
“See?” He smiled sadly and got inside his apartment.
You run towards the closed door. “Bucky, please… you don’t get it. Open please.”
You kept knocking on his door but he didn’t answer.
He stayed near the door, hearing your knocking and looking at you through the peephole.
After some minutes your eyes were red and tears began to stream on your cheeks.
Bucky died inside seeing you like that, but he kept his facade.
As the days passed, you noticed how he avoided you even more. It looked like he was trying to even avoid getting on the floor the same time as you. At least sometimes you used to meet at the elevator.
He kept his five in the morning run cause he knew you would sleep at that time. He began to notice how the curtain of the living room, perfectly on sight from the street, was closed every time you were out and wide opened when you were in as you took all the natural light possible. He started monitoring the curtain as his personal tracker.
Close safe.
Open not safe.
It was inevitable seeing each other again.
It happened one afternoon after a summer storm. You were back from the office, no umbrella and light dress on. The first thunder made you walk a little bit more faster. As the rain began to pour, you found yourself two blocks ways from the condo.
The water wet your dress, making it cling to your body. Sadly that attracted weird looks from a man waiting on the bus.
You passed in front of the stop, one block from home, and he whistled at you. You kept your face down for not getting an eye contact with the man, and also for shielding your eyes from the rain and wind. You were right in front of your door looking for your keys, sensing his presence approaching.
“Hey beautiful,” the man began. “Why don’t you let me in your home.”
“Get off!”
“Mommy didn’t teach you the manners?” He lifted his arm in the air. You didn’t know what for, because it got stuck in the air.
Turning, you saw something shiny and metallic grabbing the man’s wrist.
Bucky.
You exhaled calming yourself, while your heart kept beating hard in your chest.
“Think you need to go dude.” Bucky said with a lower tone of voice. His eyes almost closed threatening, teeth gnarling and an evil smirk on his face. A wet wall of muscle, probably coming back from a run.
The man completely shuttered.
He nodded quickly and once Bucky left him, he run in the rain.
“Bucky,” you began.
“Did he hurt you?” He asked you worried. “Did he?”
You shook your head, thinking at what could have happened. “Thank you. You’re my hero.” You said opening the door of the hallway.
He looked down, letting you pass in front of him. You noticed he gave a final look at the street before closing the door.
You press the elevators’ button and stood near him. His scent, mixed with the rain, was in the air and you found yourself inhaling all.
The elevator hissed and again he let you pass in front of him. He pushed your floor’s button and rest his back against the wall of the elevator.
His henley stuck to his chest, his hair wet and messy. He passed a hand through them and you took a deep breath.
You turned and pressed your chest against his.
“Don’t talk.”
You pressed your lips against his, lifting yourself on your tip. Your arms circled his neck as your fingers began to play with his hair.
He growled in the kiss and grabbed your hips. You began to press yourself more against him and you felt definitely something getting harder.
“Wait,” Bucky told you. His hands on your shoulders. “Wait… wait… wait.”
Shame and sadness on your face.
You’ve never felt so bad.
Was that meaning he wasn’t interested in you?
Was it all in your head?
Were you the only one feeling the attraction?
“Sorry Bucky… I misjudged apparently…”
You slid away from him.
The elevators’ door opened and you rushed out. Bucky remained blocked and shocked.
You kissed him.
Hardly and passionately and roughly.
He saw you closed the door of your apartment and disappeared.
Why did he told you to wait?
Wait what?
Something more exciting of this?
His body reacted way too good at you but his brain stopped him.
He got back to his home and didn’t let anyone interrupting him.
He moved to the bedroom, cock heavy in his pants. He laid down on the bed while removing pants and underwear. He grabbed his shaft, already hard and leaking. He thought about your face, your hands around his neck and your chest against his.
Your soft and full boobs crushing on his hard pecks. He pressed his metal hand more around the base of his cock, while his mind pictured you in your soaked dress. The fabric clinging to your body like a vision.
He slid his hand up and down more, his thumb gliding on his tip as he felt the pleasure rising in his body.
What he didn’t know in that moment, was that you were doing the same in your bedroom.
You didn’t even take your time to remove the dress, you simply pulled it up around your hips as you sat on the bed. Legs spread opened and your phone on the dresser.
Bucky’s news picture on the screen.
You looked at him. His eyes looked at you as you were able to capture the moment the starred at the camera.
Your hands began to slid down your body. You fingers rolling your nipples pinching them.
Your chest already moving up and down quickly. You spread your legs more, lifting one on the mattress. Your index began to play with your clit, but it wasn’t enough.
Sitting better, you laid down on your elbow and rolled your clit more into your fingers.
“Bucky…” you panted. “Yeah… please…”
You licked two fingers and slid them in your hole. Already worked up, you didn’t need much time.
His picture staring at him was able to let the pleasure rise in you. You grabbed the sheet under you and starred more at the pic. You remembered his chest against yours, how his hands grabbed your hips and his soft and wet hair in your fist.
“Please let me come Bucky…”
“Please let me come Bucky…”
Bucky couldn’t possibly imagining what was happening on the other side of the wall. He suspected over the weeks that your bedroom was right near his and just a wall was separating you. Now he was sure.
He heard your moans after coming down from his high, already worked up enough.
He stood up, letting his clothes fall on the ground and rest naked against the wall. He pressed his forehead on the wall and grabbed his cock hard again.
Being a super soldier with enhanced senses had some flaws but this one was definitely an advantage.
Metal hand on the wall and flesh around his cock, Bucky began to pant and moan again.
He heard all the wetting sound your fingers made. He heard his name coming out of your lips and that made him shiver more.
“Y/N,” he grunted against the wall, punching it as he came again.
It was the first time he said your name out loud.
Everything stopped and he realized it later.
You heard him hearing you.
You stood, unsatisfied, and walked toward the wall. “Bucky?” You asked in the silence of a stormy afternoon.
“Yeah…”
“Can you hear me?”
“Yeah… I can…” his hand still around his cock. He pumped himself more as you spoke.
“Want to help me?” Your hand slid down too. “Why don’t you come here? I’ll opened the door just now…”
Bucky heard your footsteps getting far and even your door unlocking. His sense were so overstimulated that he was aware of everything.
You got back and punch lightly the wall for him. “Here I am… I’m waiting Bucky…”
“I’m ruining you if I’ll come…”
“I’m counting on it…” you breathed out. Your fingers sliding inside you again and Bucky heard the wetting sound he heard before.
He took his short, no underwear, and put them on. “Coming sweetie.”
He didn’t think of putting his shirt on, it wasn’t necessary.
In a second he was inside your apartment.
You scent reached his nostril in a second and he felt his cock hardening even more.
He removed his shorts and began pumping himself again.
“Follow my voice, Bucky…” you told him.
He gulped and licked his lips and indeed followed your voice.
You kept talking to him until you saw him on the edge of your room, naked and hard. He growled when he saw you. He kept pumping himself as you kept sliding in and out your fingers from your pussy.
“How… how could you… po-possibily... hear me…oh my god…”
“Sweetie,” you saw his knuckles getting white as he pressed more. “Super hearing… you made me weak and on alert all the time…”
His cock twitched in his hand.
Naked too and legs spreading on the bed. You back anchored to the mattress as you rested on your elbow. Your hand kept playing with your pussy.
“Why don’t you come here?” You asked in a sexy tone.
He moved like a leopard, precise and fast.
He grabbed your knees and spread your legs even more. He took a look at your glistering pussy before diving in you. His tongue licked a long stripe until his teeth grabbed your tiny and pulsing clit.
“Fuck… Bucky… you’re so good…”
“I know… stay there…” he ordered you.
You tried, really tried, but he was too good and your upper body irreversibly stood a little.
As he felt your core clenching, after began pumping two fingers in you, he stopped.
“Why?” You whined.
“Told ya to stay there. You have to earn it now…”
He looked at you with a smirk, you didn’t feel any ounce of fear, just excitement.
He slid up, reaching for your lips. He dove his tongue in your mouth as his hand kept your chin steady. He bite your lower lip while his all body crushed yours. You felt his fingers still playing with your pussy.
“Bucky… please…” you panted against his mouth.
“You wanna come?” He asked you, kissing your neck.
You nodded.
He looked at you and turned your entire body on the bed.
“Ass up,” he said lightly spanking it. “Are you gonna stay there?”
“YES YES YES… I’LL DO IT…”
“Good girl…”
He kissed your back, still a little wet from the rain in your hair. He grabbed his fat cock and teasing your entrance with his tip. You tried to wiggle a little but you were remembered what he told you with his hand grabbing a little harder your hip. You stopped when you felt him sliding into you.
It stung a little but it immediately transformed into pleasure. You felt every inches of him, stretching you deliciously.
He grabbed your hips both and began to push harder inside you. “God you are made for me…”
“Bucky…” you were able only to pant and moan his name.
“Yeah… that’s my name… scream it loudly…let everyone hearing it…”
“BUCKY!” You screamed as he pull out and push himself inside hardly.
“So beautiful with that dress on it… wait,” he kept pushing inside you. “Is that my face on your phone?”
You froze while he was still pushing into you. In the rush of adrenaline you completely forgot your phone and his picture.
“Can… explain…” you tried to told him in the middle of your moans.
“God,” he lowered more on you, letting your legs buckled and fell on the bed. He crushed you more as he kept pounding in you. “That’s the hottest thing even… I heard my name from your mouth pretty girl…”
“Bucky… please…”
“Yeah… just like that…”
He grabbed a fist of your hair, pulling yourself up on your not so stable knees. He circled an arm around your waist, then rested his palm on your chest letting you up. Your back pressed more against his chest. His cock kept sliding in and out. He felt clenching your muscles and snacked a hand on your clit. His fingers played with your clit.
“God Bucky… I need to come…”
“Come pretty girl… come on my cock…”
Your body reacted in an aggressive rush of pleasure. He let you fell forward, balancing on your elbows. Your ass pushing more against him as he kept pushing and sliding in you walking you through your orgasm.
“I’m coming sweetie…” he rasped, hands grabbing your hips.
“Inside Bucky. I want it inside.”
He let his head fall behind and grunted as he came. Hot spout in you, that he kept inside with his big cock.
He finally slid out of you, resting his forehead on your back. Once he stood, you stopped him.
“Lay down.”
“What?” He asked you confused.
“Do it.”
He did, and laid down on the bed. You knelt on the bed and turned. Bucky began to understand once you straddled his legs.
You lowered your head near his cock, too close.
“Sweetie… you don’t have to…”
“I want to,” you smiled at him. “I really do.”
You pressed a kiss on his tip as he pushed his head more into the pillow. Grabbing the base of his shaft, you began to bob the head on him. He was very well endowed so you had to really hollowed your mouth. His hips jerked up a little as he felt the tip of his cock in the back of your throat.
His hand immediately flew to you head, grabbing a fist of your hair. He wasn’t controlling you, he was guiding you and you wanted to be guided by him.
Already overstimulated, Bucky came again in a few minutes. You let him come into your mouth, greedily swallowing all of him.
You felt on him, arms opened and chest ready to let you sleep on it.
As your skin touched his, he circled you with his arms and caged you against his warm and sweaty body.
He peppered your head of kisses, it was sweet and kind, totally the opposite of what you both did.
“Why did you avoid me, Bucky?”
“It was easier. You’re too pure to be in this with me…”
“But I want to…”
“No, you don’t,” Bucky slid his hand on your back in a gentle caress. “The first time you saw you run away… I know fear when I see it… but it’s not your fault… I mean…”
“OH MY GOD!” You laughed hard and loud. “YOU REALLY THINK THAT?”
Bucky looked at you as you stood naked in front of him.
“Sweetie it’s normal… I get it…”
“Why the hell would you think that after I let you fuck me?”
“Well-” Bucky stopped.
Now that he was thinking, why letting him in your bed if there’s only fear from your side?
“You don’t tremble because I scare you?”
“Bingo,” you replied sarcastically. You took a look at his sad eyes. “Oh god, Bucky I’m sorry… you must sensing fear from people a lot…”
He nodded sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Well,” you said sitting on his tights and circling his neck with your arm. “I am not scarred of you… and the first time I saw you I run inside because I was horny…”
You looked down, right at his cock, and smirked.
“Horny?”
“Yes horny. Weren’t you horny the first time you saw me?”
“I’m always horny when I look at you…”
You turned, straddling his lap. The warm of your pussy touched his cock, hardening it again. You kissed him deeply and hardly. His tongue fought with yours. You snatched a hand between you, grabbing his half hard cock.
A couple of pumps and it was hard fully again.
Keeping kissing him, you let it slid inside you again.
You didn’t move, he didn’t just grab your hips.
He remained there, his cock protected in your warm and welcoming pussy. His metal hand, a little cold treat with the warm temperature in your room, resting on your back keeping you caged against him.
Kissing Bucky was good, maybe too good.
You rolled your lap a little and he grunted in your mouth. The sound made your nipple hardening even more.
He circled his flesh arm around you now, he pressed it against your hips.
You began to move a little, adjusting the position.
“Don’t move please…” he moaned.
You nodded but clenched your muscles. He moaned more, harder and deeper.
Music for your ears.
You did it again and made him come again.
A couple of pushes from under you as he came, made your orgasm approached too.
Hours later, the storm was already a memory from the past.
You convinced him to take a bath with you.
“How could I fit in there?” He asked you confused.
“We’ll make you fit…” you voluntary smirked in an allusive way.
You did made it fit in the tub.
His back completely against the end of the tub. His long and big legs spread opened. The right one completely out, resting his calf on the edge of the tub.
You sat in the middle of his legs, grazing his cock on more.
“Sweetie, you need to behave…”
“No.”
You laid down, back to his chest.
Your torso completely on him.
You took his arm and circled your collarbone with it.
“Are you sure it’s okay for you, sweetie?”
“More than okay, Bucky.” You said, eyes closed.
His metal fingers grazed your forehead, sliding out of your cheek some wet locks of hair.
“Can I wash your hair?” Bucky asked whispering.
“Of course, Bucky.”
You sat better, feeling already the loss of his chest to your back. You stretched your arm on the other edge of the tub, where some bottles stood there.
“Here,” you said, turning to him slightly. “Here’s the shampoo.”
He took the bottle as it was made of glass, then squeezed out a little amount of shampoo. Lathering between his hands, he makes the foam.
Once his fingers were on your scalp, you moaned.
“God… your so good…”
You heard him taking a deep breath.
“Mmh... Bucky… just like that…”
“Sweetie please…” he fought the urge to pull your head toward him and kissing you.
“I love this.”
“Yeah,” he snorted. “Figured…”
As he washed and rinse your hair, and even untangled them, you turned to him.
“Your turn…”
“What? How…”
“Don’t worry.”
You took the same little amount of shampoo and lathered it too.
You began washing his hair, and then you pulled his head toward your chest.
“Stay there.”
Bucky rested his face on your boobs, the best pillow he could get. They lightly giggled as you move your arm on his head.
He found himself cupping them with his both hands.
“Sorry,”
“Don’t say sorry. Do it again.”
He did.
Light and soft touch. He took care of them as he took care of you before.
His fingertips rolling your nipples making you deep breathes.
Once you rinsed his hair, he kissed your chest.
“I can get used to this, sweetie.”
“You have to get used to it.”
You kissed him, he circled your waist and pulled you against him slouching some water out the tub.
Thinking of the question from Steve about how he preferred living there, well… now he had a real answer.
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