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[buckyownsmylife]

just wanna be with you - bucky barnes smut

The one where Bucky’s your roommate

Warnings: smut, name-calling

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Could you maybe keep it down a bit?” I winced, almost startled by Bucky’s sudden arrival. I had no idea he’d be back so soon, he usually spent way longer at the gym than just an hour. But maybe Steve had other plans and forced him to stop exercising and do something else for once.

It was a Friday night, after all. That was why Wanda and Natasha were on our tower floor, drinking and chatting while some pop music played in the background and I tried to find the courage to get ready.

“Of course, Buck. Sorry about it.” He shrugged but gave me a small smile like he meant to say that he knew I meant no harm. I gave him a smile of my own in return, and he stared at me for a few seconds before disappearing inside his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Although our relationship was much better than when he first arrived at the tower, he still kept himself at a distance that was too uncomfortable for someone who was supposed to be my roommate.

I got it, though. I was aware of what he had been through. It couldn’t be easy, and I was determined to make him feel as welcome as possible in our little busy lives as the Avengers, but with his hiding and avoidance, my objective became harder and harder to accomplish each day.

“Still cold?” Nat asked, easily understanding what was going through my mind. I nodded automatically, before frowning in guilt at my best friend. I didn’t want to give off the wrong impression. He really wasn’t that bad, and she could be so overprotective…

“I mean, he’s just… it’s just so… he’s just so hard…” I should have expected the outcome, but it still managed to surprise me with just how childish my assassin/spy best friend could be.

“Ooooh…” A snort escaped me, despite my best wishes. She was just too much - most times. Rolling my eyes, I got up to start fixing some of the mess we’d left as my mind became filled with thoughts about Bucky. It’d become a constant ever since we met.

“To understand, Nat. Don’t get any ideas.” She just chuckled to herself, taking another shot before winking at Wanda.

“Too late.”

Bucky’s P.O.V.

I groaned for what felt like the millionth time that evening, unable to find any sleep. It was already hard with everything that went on in my head all the time, but now that I had this roommate to distract me, it wasn’t the nightmares that stopped me from relaxing.

It was her. It had been like this ever since we met when I became hypnotized by her soft eyes and how clearly she showed her emotions through them. Where everyone saw me with suspicion or pity, she met me with curiosity and kindness, and I was obsessed. 

I even asked Steve if there was some way to live close to her, and so we ended up becoming roommates. But if I thought this would help me open up to her, it only made everything more difficult.

She was just too perfect. The smell of her perfume and the warm fog from her scalding showers always took me by surprise, prompting my member to harden inside my pants. 

That was a reaction I’d become too used to being subjected to when around her. It happened when our hands met by accident, for even just a second, the softness of her skin contrasting to the feeling of my cock against my thigh. 

It happened when she looked up at me from under her eyelashes, an expression so soft and coy that it was impossible to react any differently to her innocence. 

It even happened when she addressed me with that soft voice, tone reaching me much like a caress in itself, immediately soothing the uncomfortable, instinctive answer my body wanted me to suffer through.

So there I was, in love or lust with her, and unable to express it. The fact that I had to start avoiding her so she wouldn’t notice my ever-present boner definitely didn’t help my case, and still I tried to be as great a roommate as I could to her.

Like when she was leaving for that party tonight and I was surprised by her dress for the evening, staring hard at the way it hugged her curves and showed just enough skin to leave me wanting more.

I wanted to tell her not to go. I knew what she was looking for out there, and I wanted to tell her she could have it right here. I’d give her anything, she just had to ask for it. 

But I couldn’t. So I resorted to wishing her a good night, knowing at least once she was out, I’d be able to release some of the tension she provoked inside of me.

“Bucky, are you okay? Did you call for me?” I hadn’t realized just how loud I’d been until she opened the door to find me naked in bed, grasping my cock in my hand. It pulsed in time with my heartbeat, and it somehow had to justify why I was having such a hard time finding words to explain what was happening to her.

She looked so pretty, staring at me with wide eyes and an open mouth, all dolled up and ready for a night out with her friends. All I could think of was to somehow justify it with, “I-I couldn’t sleep.”

Her sharp inhale resonated in the room, taking over the sound of my own heartbeat as I remained frozen and her eyes remained on my dick. Then, she looked over her shoulder and announced, “Go on without me, I think I’m staying in tonight.”

The sound of the door slamming behind her startled me, taking me out of my state of shock. She walked with confident steps towards my bed, climbed it and started crawling in my direction until she was standing between my spread legs, her eyes fixated on my hard cock as she licked her lips.

“That looks so good,” she commented like she was talking about a popsicle I was sucking on or anything else rather than my aching cock which throbbed in my hands as she tilted her head and looked me in the eye. “Can I taste it?”

A shiver went down my spine, my body, at last, comprehending this turn of events it never anticipated being a part of before. Since my brain was still having a hard time understanding that she was really here, that she really wanted me, I couldn’t help but confirm, “You want to have sex with me?”

The edges of her lips curled up, her hands reaching out to cover mine, restarting the movements on my cock. “Desperately,” was her response, right as I started panting from the stimulation on my member.

“I actually bought this dress hoping it would make you want to throw me I this bed and have your way with me.” What was going on? I couldn’t believe this was happening, and the fact that she didn’t stop touching me wasn’t helping one bit.

“But I thought,” I choked up as she leaned down to lick a stripe up my dick. “I thought you were going out?” It was the wrong thing to say, I knew. What kind of a person has the woman of their dreams in bed with them and feels the need to remind her she was supposed to be doing something else?

“Do you want me to leave?” She teased, thankfully not at all bothered by my dumb question. “’Cause I think I’m right where I should be.” Speechless, I watched as she pulled away from me and pulled her dress over her shoulders, leaving her completely nude.

“Touch me, Bucky,” she ordered, and I don’t think I’d ever been as happy to follow an order in my entire life. She really was here, in my bed. Telling me to do naughty, naughty things to her. “You have no idea how wet I am.” But I was eager to find out.

“And I want it rough.” That’s when my heart skipped a beat, a hungry smile painting my lips as I adjusted in bed to hover over her.

“Oh, you want to be my little bitch…” I shoved her legs open, groaning at the sight of the wetness that waited for me. “Is that it?” She nodded, and I leaned down to take a lick at her spread cunt.

It tasted like honey, and I was instantly addicted.

“And here I was, thinking you were such an innocent little thing.” She whimpered at that, spreading her legs further, as if to say ‘look at me, I’m as far removed from innocent as possible’.

“Stay still,” I ordered, slapping her cunt and groaning again at the sight of it clenching. “Let me look at you.” My beard tickled her as I slurped her juices, but she obeyed me and didn’t complain.

“Such a good girl,” I praised because she deserved it, and the sight of her melting against my sheets had my cock twitching against my stomach.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you.” When she nodded eagerly, hands pulling me up to kiss me despite her juices still on my face, I knew I could slip my cock inside of her, and so that’s what I did.

“Such a fucking slut,” I name-called her then. I couldn’t believe that I was inside of her, that I had her on my bed, spread open just for me. “Such a stupid, wanton slut.”

Her moans let me know that she enjoyed everything that I was doing to her, but I wanted more. Gentle wasn’t going to cut it for what I needed from her.

Turning her around, I had her on her hands and knees, holding onto the frame of the bed as I pummeled into her.

“Is that what you wanted?” I yelled over the sound of our bodies together. “To be fucked like the slut that you are?”

“Yes!” She yelled back right as the bed broke underneath us, sending us into a fit of giggles even though I didn’t stop moving.

“Well, I’m gonna cum inside of you, slut,” I warned, feeling her channel contract around me, announcing her orgasm. “I’m gonna leave you dripping with me, like the whore that you are.”

She screamed as I thrusted inside of her a few more times, and then I let myself fall on top of her - being careful not to crush her as we cuddled naked on the broken bed.

The peaceful atmosphere of the night was interrupted by my phone ringing. “What do you mean workout?” I all but yelled at Steve, who was on the other side of the line. “I’ve been exercising all night. Fuck off.”

[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

Secrets of the Heart

Summary:

Bucky and y/n are childhood friends and both are children of biggest companies in New York. Y/n has a secret crush on Bucky but never showed a sign of it. Both always act like best buddies who support each other in their hard time. But what if suddenly someone decides to come between their relationship? What happens then? What's secret behind y/n's career? Why y/n acts so mysterious?

Genres: Fluff,angst,y/n career is mysterious, y/n is little possessive but has good control over her feelings. Smut (It depends on Story progress if smut will be there or not).

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (Coming soon)

Chapter 5 (Coming soon)

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Note: PLEASE REBLOG. Don't steal my work. @jobean12-blog and my friends encouraged me to write a little. And please don't steal this work. and if u wanna be tagged in, let me know guys.

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[buckyownsmylife]

I Want You - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's your boss and he's tired of pining for you from a distance.

Warnings: smut, DUBCON, boss-employee relationship, manipulation, praise kink, fingering, squirting, cum eating, mentions of breeding.

Word count: 2k

A/N: This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @river-soul! I hope you like it, lovely!

A/N.2: This has been in my drafts for far too long 😂 I think I posted it on my Patreon back in May! So I figured: what better way to get back into a regular posting schedule than to actually get it out? I barely remember what it’s about, but I do know I was proud of it and excited to see if River would like it! ~ 💙

Bucky’s P.O.V.

It always impressed me how she never noticed just how much of my attention was focused on her at all times. If she wasn’t already brilliant, that laser-like focus would have been enough to put her on the top of my best employees list. But as it were, she topped that list for many reasons, and that was only a small part of it.

My favorite was how she was one of the only people I paid that didn’t completely fawn over me. Everyone else seemed to want to get in my pants, always trying to please me and make simple things, like getting me a cup of coffee, some overly sexual activity somehow, but not her.

Oh, no.

She just went on with her day like nothing was wrong. Like I had absolutely no power over her. And still, whenever we were alone and I towered over her smaller frame, making sure to keep eye contact with her, I could see just how affected I actually made her. She’d always blink a few times and take several seconds to resume her activities when I stepped away, like her mind was lingering on the magnetic field I was sure I radiated towards her.

God, I wanted her. I wanted her bad. And I was growing tired of waiting for her to notice it. The knowledge that this professional boundary had to be crossed by her was beginning to slip from my mind and I didn’t want to make any more efforts to keep it there anymore.

Would it be so bad if I went after what I knew we both wanted? I was convinced it would be a good thing. Then we’d both be happy - I’d make sure to make her happy - and there wouldn’t be this fucking need growing inside of me, without her to take care of it.

I should definitely do something about it.

I started by asking her to focus on a very important project I needed her help and only her help with. No one else was as dedicated as her anyway, so it didn’t seem suspicious when I explained she was the only one I trusted with this job. She even seemed proud - as she should be.

I had big plans for her.

I let her work on that project for a whole week, taking away all of her usual tasks so she could focus solely on a document I’d never even glance at.

Of course, she didn’t need to know about my intentions. All that was important was for her to fully dedicate herself towards it, pour all of her in it, and so I made sure to always remind her just how important this project was to me, personally.

I’d pay her visits from time to time, if only to make her flustered and see the look of envy in her coworkers’ faces. They wanted the attention I only ever gave her because they didn’t deserve it. Only she did.

“Everything alright with the big project?” I asked her with a wide smile, hands deep in my pockets as I fought the urge to stand there and analyze her work environment, take in every single little knick knack she decorated her table with.

There would be time for that later. I’d get to know every inch of her later.

“Of course, Mr. Barnes.” Her diligence and the respectful way with which she treated me only added to my arousal. I needed her desperately. But that was alright. I was so close to getting what I wanted now, there was no way I was about to screw it up.

“Figured as much.” I winked at her, who quickly hid her face behind the computer, probably so I wouldn’t catch her embarrassed expression, and then I forced myself to walk away from her, whistling in an effort to distract my mind.

Only two more days.

On Thursday, I asked if she had big plans for Friday night. I was hoping she’d say she wouldn’t mind staying back to go over the project with me. Fortunately, that’s precisely what happened.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Barnes! I can’t wait to show you what I’ve done.” And I couldn’t wait to see her.

Friday arrived and I’d never been happier. It was hard to keep the smile off my face, so I just left it there, surprising most of my employees - not because I was usually in a sour mood, but because I wasn’t as open about my emotions in the workplace.

I had a feeling this would all change after today. I could barely control myself around her, but now that I was so close to actually having her? I knew I’d never go back to how I was before and I’d make sure she would accompany my change.

“How are you doing, Miss Y/L/N?” I swirled in my chair as she shot me a smile, closing the door behind her when she approached me with her USB in her hands.

“Should I…?” She signaled towards my computer, and I pushed the chair away from it so she could stand between me and my desk, taking advantage of the position to check out her ass. She always wore the tightest skirts, my only complaint was that they were too long.

I let her do her thing, set up the file in my computer, knowing I’d asked one of the guys in IT to tamper with it so anything that was inserted in the machine would simply erase itself. When her breath hitched, I knew it had worked, even before she muttered to herself, “It’s not working…”

I watched her tap some keys, her movements growing more frantic by the second. It was getting harder and harder to keep the smirk off my face, so I was thankful that she kept her back to me as she mumbled, “Oh, no.”

There were a few more repetitions of the “Oh, no! Oh, no!” before she was finally able to turn around and look me in the eye. I made sure to keep my face blank when she told me, “I-I think I’ve done something wrong.”

And then I allowed myself the time to relish in these seconds right before I got her. This was it. This is what I had been wanting for so long. This was the moment where everything changed.

“Oh, God! I ruined your project!” She lamented, covering her beautiful face with her hands and the perspective of her crying because of something I had planned all along had me springing into action.

“Of course not, doll,” I rushed to reassure her, reaching out for her hand so I could see her again. Once I touched her warmth, though, it was impossible to part from it, so I just kept my grip on her and used it to pull her body to me. “Come here.”

She did so without resistance, stumbling a bit but ending up in my lap, like I wanted. The minute I felt her body pressed against mine, I knew I was going to keep her forever.

“Sh…” I consoled, caressing her hair. “It’s okay, I know how to make you feel better.” My fingers danced over the edge of her skirt, slowly dipping underneath it to trail down the inside of her thighs.

“I know that you worked so hard on this project. I think you deserve a reward, sweetheart.” Nuzzling her neck, I breathed her in, drunk on her proximity. “Open your legs for me.”

I was expecting some sort of hesitancy, but she actually did so as soon as I asked her to, almost instinctively. “Good girl…” The praise fell effortlessly from my lips, my fingers easily dipping under her panties to rub her spread cunt. “You’re so wet already… Think I can fit two fingers in here?”

I shoved them inside of her before she could formulate an answer, groaning at the tightness that fought against me. “Oh, yes!” I groaned. “God, you’re perfect.”

Something made her snap out of her haze, at last. I’d been waiting for it, so I managed to keep her legs open, tightening up my hold on her body.

“Mr. Barnes,” she stuttered, “y-you’re my boss.” Chuckling, I buried my face in her hair, breathing her in, admiring her innocence, her character.

“Yes,” I recognized, still slowly thrusting my fingers in and out of her, exploring her walls, trying to learn what made her clench. I wanted to stay right there forever. “And you’re my favorite employee,” I disclosed, as if telling a secret. “So willing, so beautiful…”

She cried out when I curled my fingers, letting me know that I had, in fact, located the sweet spot I was eager to memorize. “So I’m really interested in letting you know that I’m not angry,” I continued, kissing along her shoulder to loosen up her muscles. “Now, let’s see you relax around these fingers, huh? Let your boss take care of you, honey. You know you deserve it.”

It took her a little while, but at last I felt her body melt on top of mine and I smiled triumphantly. “Good girl,” I whispered, keeping up with my movements just to hear her sounds. “Doesn’t it feel good?” I insisted, “Tell me.”

When she nodded, I couldn’t take it anymore. I used my free hand to turn her head to the side and capture her lips in a heavy kiss - the first of many we’d share, certainly.

I’d been waiting for this for so long. I couldn’t believe I’d get to do it for the rest of my life.

It would never be enough. I would never get enough of her. And that’s when it hit me: I would never be alone anymore. I could have this - could have her, until the day I died.

She started to tremble on top of me, fidgeting on my lap like she couldn’t relax anymore. “You have no idea how pretty you look,” I sighed, rubbing my nose against her cheek until her panic started to weigh me down.

“Are you scared, sweetheart?” I confirmed, running my free hand down her body in an effort to calm her down. It took her a little while, but at last, she shook her head, forcing herself to slump against my chest.

“There you go…” I praised, resuming the movement of my fingers. “Will you let me keep on consoling you?” I wanted to see her nod, witness her accept this for what it was.

Me taking ownership of what was already mine.

“You don’t have to keep those pretty sounds in.” She’d been biting down on her bottom lip so hard, the poor thing… I was scared she was about to split it open, and there was no reason for it to get that far. “There’s no one here but us, honey.”

She leaned her head against my shoulder, mouth falling open and allowing her beautiful sounds to escape freely. I felt like I was in heaven. She looked so pretty with my fingers inside of her. I couldn’t even picture what she’d look like when it was my dick spearing her open.

Just thinking about it had my cock twitching in my pants, right against her back. I knew she felt it from the gasp that left her lips, and I groaned in need, fingers speeding up in their onslaught of her insides.

“You’re mine now,” I warned her, but my only answer were more moans, as she seemed unable to formulate any sentences. “You’ll be mine forever.”

I couldn’t contain my smile as I breathed her in, listening to her sounds become more high-pitched as she struggled to resist her orgasm. There was no need for it, though. It was inevitable.

I would bring her to bliss, and it wouldn’t be the last time. I intended to take care of her for the rest of my life. She’d never need to worry about anything, anymore.

“C’mon, doll,” I urged her, “Come on me. I want my suit to smell like your juices, c’mon.” She came with a scream as she squirted her orgasm all over me.

“Hmm…” I hummed around my fingers as I raised them to my lips, desperate to taste her. “Such a good girl… I can’t wait to breed you, honey.”

Rubbing my beard against her neck, I whispered my last confession, “Can’t wait to have you forever.”

[buckyownsmylife]

I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers

Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty​ for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817​‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr​ gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.

If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.

I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.

I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.

It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.

“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”

Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.

Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.

“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I’d kill and die for her at that very second.

Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.

“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.

“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.

“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.

“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”

The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?

“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.

I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.

“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.

“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.

But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.

In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.

He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.

And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.

“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.

“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.

“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.

“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.

My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”

I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.

Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.

“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”

God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.

“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”

His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.

“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.

“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.

“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”

A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.

“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.

“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.

To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.

“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”

I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.

“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.

“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”

I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. “You seem to have worked out enough already.”

Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”

The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.

[buckyownsmylife]

An Empty Land - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers smut

The one with a little bit of degradation and humiliation

Warnings: smut, implicit previous consent, humiliation, degradation, jealousy, namecalling, submissive reader, sir kink, dominant Bucky, hair-pulling, poly!relationship, oral (m), dominant!Steve, gagging, kind of dacryphilia, voyeurism, shoe-grinding, dirty talk

A/N: this is part of the A Shared Future universe.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“What the fuck do you think you’re wearing?” An incredulous laugh escaped me at the sight of my girlfriend clad in what could only be described as lingerie. Normally,  that wouldn’t be a problem - if only she wasn’t wearing an open coat over it, making it very clear that the dress she had chosen for the evening wasn’t, in fact, something for my eyes only to take in.

She thought she could go out on our date like this.

“Buck…” Steve warned me in a low voice, probably anticipating the inevitable shit storm that was about to unfold, but I could only grin widely at the frown on her adorable face.

We’d talked about this before. She wanted to experiment more, this is exactly the type of situation we could try this.

“… A dress?” Her frown warned me of her genuine confusion, and I scoffed.

“Baby girl, back in my day, not even whores would be seen wearing this.” The silence that followed didn’t turn cold because I crossed the distance between us, forcing her to rest her weight on the wall as I inquired, “Tell me, sweetheart… Are you a whore?”

Her heavy breathing denounced she had caught on to my intentions, and she watched with parted lips as my finger slowly drew over her collarbones until it reached one of the straps of her dress.

“I’d answer him if I were you, darling.” Steve was onto it now, and I smirked down at her as she licked her lips, scrambling to adjust herself as one strap fell. “Wouldn’t want to leave him waiting, huh?”

She seemed unsure of what to do, breathing heavily with those fuck-me eyes of hers. God, I loved her.

“Yes, I am,” she suddenly answered, surprising me. I didn’t even have the time to come up with what to say when she continued, “if that’s what you want me to be, sir.”

Steve’s sharp inhale was the external reaction to my internal one. What my dominant mask didn’t allow me to share certainly did affect me. My cock hardened, the lines in my expression did too, and I was sure by now my eyes were nothing but pools of darkness, denouncing my desire.

“You think you’re pretty funny, huh?” I growled, pulling her by her hair to come closer to me, abandoning the wall. “Okay, if you’re so willing to be my little bitch, why don’t you drop to your knees right now?”

The sight of her doing just that was enough to have any man ruining their pants, I was sure of it. “Fuck, sweetheart…” Steve, of course, was close to breaking, but I wasn’t about to let this opportunity go to waste.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, nodding towards her. “Get on with it.” A hand on my boyfriend’s chest reminded him what this was about. Our eyes met and whatever he saw on mine seemed to strengthen his resolve.

“You better suck him good.” Groaning, I threw my head back as her lips wrapped around the head of my member, tiny hand circling it as best as she could.

“God, I love when you get all dominant.” I pulled him by the back of his neck so I could slip my tongue in his mouth again, and when we finally broke apart to catch our breath, I found her watching us with lustful eyes, cock halfway into her throat already.

“What are you looking at, slut?” I growled, grabbing her by the hair to speed up her movements. “You better focus on this cock, you should be grateful that I even let you suck it.”

She hummed in appreciation, always such an eager cockslut. In all honesty, there was no reason to egg her on because she was nothing if not anxious to please and she made it very clear how much she loved to suck our cocks.

But we were playing a role here. And I was determined to see it through.

“God, what a mouth,” I groaned despite my best efforts, letting my head fall back as I felt Steve’s fingers run through my hair. I was tempted to crack. Almost. But then she pulled away to boast and I snarled, holding her by the back of her head.

“Don’t you dare.” She froze, lips still wrapped around my member, eyes wide as saucers. “Don’t you fucking stop.” She hesitated for just a second before going back to work, and I smirked as I curled my hand around Steve’s nape once more.

“Come back here.” I got lost in his kiss as she diligently sucked me off, the sounds of her vigorous slurping reverberating across the hallway. I only realized something else was going on when Steve abruptly pulled away to moan, eyes closed as he too let his head fall back in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Looking down, I found her mouth still milking me, but one of her hands had now made its way around my boyfriend’s cock, and the sight of it had me tingling on the inside.

“You really are a whore, huh?” Pulling her from my member by her hair, I forced her to turn towards him. “If you want his cock so badly, better treat him right, sweetheart.”

And then I proceeded to gag her on his cock, taking sick pleasure on the way tears immediately rose up to her eyes. Her hands went up to his thighs, scratching the soft skin, and I loved how seeing them like this didn’t spark an ounce of jealousy in my body.

It made me believe that we truly were soulmates.

Steve moaned loudly, replacing my hand with his on the back of her head so I could watch the scene from a distance. A couple of steps from them, I saw the way she was grinding against his shoe, desperate for any sort of relief in that hungry cunt of hers, and it made me laugh.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You just need to be fucked, huh?” Bucky taunted, tugging me by my hair and making me moan at the pleasurable sting. I nodded eagerly, desperate to satisfy him so maybe he would satisfy me because I was aching for him and Steve.

“Yes.” It was all I needed to say. He could see the need in my eyes and I knew he smelled my arousal too. It’s why he looked that hungry and desperate. Steve was much the same, I would bet on it.

Bucky leaned closer and closer until he could glue his forehead to mine, a dangerous smirk on his lips. “Can’t wait to have our cocks inside your holes,” he whispered, “Filling you up like the whore that you are, huh?”

I could only nod.

A hiss escaped me as he dragged me by my hair towards the bed, angry with my lack of words, and so I struggled to force some out. “Yes, yes!” I repeated as he threw me on the mattress. “Use me.”

Steve was the one who approached me, dipping the bed with his weight as he pulled me closer to him so he could devour my mouth. “We’re gonna ruin you, darling,” he warned me when we parted.

I couldn’t wait.

[buckyownsmylife]

On my way - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky was your penpal and now he's here.

Warnings: military AU, smut, long-distance relationship, pen pals, oral sex (f), dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, cumplay.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N:  This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @tuiccim​. She’s a friend and an inspiration and I hope she’ll like this just as much as I hoped she would! Thanks to my lovely @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for reading this over for me!

Dear Angel,

Your letters are all that keep me going now. The recovery process has not been easy, but it makes me smile to think that each day in pain is one less day until I get to see your face for the first time.

You have bewitched me. I cannot explain the power you have over me, even from a distance. I can only hope you’ll still want me when we do meet, despite every scar and missing piece in my body and soul. Although I have a feeling you will soon fill these pieces and make me feel complete again, like you’ve done to my heart.

Forever yours,

James

My heart pounded against my chest as I read over his words over and over again, like it always did whenever I went to check the mail and saw there was a letter from him waiting for me. Signing up for that online pen pal program so I could write to lonely people in the military, away from their countries so they could serve for our lives, was the best choice I’d ever made in mine.

Lord knows I was lonely too. And getting to know James - or Bucky, how he was called by his friends - had been the absolute highlight of my year. Over the last ten months, we went from strangers to friends and then… something else entirely. It was weird getting to know someone over actual letters, but not a bad weird. Just… different.

It was like getting to know their soul first, what they were really like instead of falling for the mask of a person you always end up seeing when out on first dates. Everyone wants to put their best foot forward, that is perfectly understandable, but when you are already miles away (and not intending to fall in love) the need for masks quickly disappears. You’re left with the very essence of the stranger you’re trying to meet.

And his essence was just perfect for me. He was kind, funny, smart, incredibly protective of his friends - the people he considered his family. He was lonely, just like me, but that hadn’t made him cold. No, instead of closing in on himself, he’d become attentive and understanding.

Everything I’d ever wanted in a partner. And for some reason, it seemed like he felt the same way about me.

Just as my thoughts became consumed with him yet again - a new habit ever since we started exchanging letters - a knock resonated through my apartment, snapping me out of my own mind, and then a slight jolt of fear consumed me. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Hell, I barely knew anyone in this overwhelming, big city - it was part of the reason why I decided to start looking for a penpal in the first place.

The knock resonated again, forcing me to do something about it. It could be one of the neighbors, in need of something. Even if we’d never exchanged a single greeting ever since I moved in, I suppose that was possible.

Cursing my landlord for not giving me a way to check who awaited me outside, I tried asking, “Who is it?”, only to be met with silence. So taking a deep breath, I decided to open the door at once.

And I was met with a hard chest, under a dark red Henley that was covered by a brown leather jacket. I looked up, up, up, until I found the brightest, sweetest blue eyes I’d ever seen, in a face that could only have been sculpted by the Gods.

“Hey, Doll,” he smiled, clutching the handle of his satchel. “Mind if I come in?” There was only one person who had ever addressed me as doll, even if I’d never actually heard him call me that.

For a few seconds, I just stood there frozen, looking up at the man I couldn’t believe was in front of me, clutching the door in the hopes it would keep me up.

And then I was in his arms. He caught me easily, huge smile taking over his face as his bag was abandoned on the floor, and he twirled me around while I grasped every part of him I could reach.

“What on Earth are you doing here?” I just couldn’t process it. He was really here. This was really happening. We both giggled in delight as his hands roamed over my body, apparently as touch-starved for me as I was for him.

How did his touch electrify me when I had never even seen him before?

“I got leave, I didn’t have anywhere else to go and the only place I wanted to be was here.” His voice was so different from what I’d pictured. It was even better, rough but warm, I felt like it was making its way inside my bones and melting to fill the empty parts of me.

“You made the right call,” I assured him once he looked up at me from under his eyelashes, obviously nervous about my reaction to him suddenly deciding to inhabit my life.

He smiled in gratitude and I did too. The excitement was palpable, but then it was silent. The heavy sexual tension, the need to have him was simply too much.

“God, just kiss me already,” I begged, pulling him by the shirt so our lips could meet, and even though he was surprised, he smiled in the kiss when he returned it.

“Fuck, you want this too, doll?” He asked, walking us into the apartment and kicking the door closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Please tell me that you do.”

I don’t know how he ever thought I could feel any differently. The need to have him was overwhelming, I could barely even speak. So I opted to nod eagerly, hoping he could see my enthusiasm in the way my fingers trembled as they reached for my own clothes and then his, leaving us naked for each other’s gazes to explore.

I’d been dreaming about this moment for so long, but now that it was here, I couldn’t believe it was really happening. I wanted to relish every second of it.

“Fuck, did you touch yourself while thinking about this?” He asked after he had deposited me in bed, making quick work of his shirt as I got out of my dress. “Because I did. I thought about you every damn night.”

The thought of him touching himself to the little that he knew of me, just as I’d done on this very same bed he was now climbing, made me hotter than nothing else.

“So many times,” I admitted. It wasn’t a lie. Even without knowing what he looked like, the memory of his words on the letters he had written me was enough to get me aroused - but not as much as the feeling of his calloused hands running over my body, playing me like a fiddle.

“I want to get you all dirty,” he warned, and my wanton moan was enough of a response to show him that I wasn’t against that plan at all. His body scooted further down the bed, hands pressing me open, exposing my slit to him, and I saw him lick his lips before he leaned over and licked me. “Oh, damn…” He whispered, making me even more breathless. “So sweet. Don’t think I can’t handle you, sugar.”

That pet name would be the death of me, I was certain of it.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his as he easily brought me to an earth-shattering release right onto his waiting tongue, lapping every single drop of my juices before nuzzling the lower part of his face against my cunt. Once he pulled away, he was the one dripping, and I licked my lips in need.

“I need to be inside of you now,” he warned. I’d never oppose that. The first time he tried pressing his member on me it slipped, rubbing against my clit, making me moan. He chuckled as he tried again, forcing the head of his member to breach my opening before he released it and let his hips do the work. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice low and raspy and perfect.

“Can’t believe I’m here with you.” I couldn’t believe it either. That’s why I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he held my hands on each side of my head and began to drill his cock into me, prompting moans of pleasure to escape my lips like never before.

His own eyes never left my face either so maybe that’s how he noticed that I was holding back, biting down on my lower lip in an effort to contain myself somewhat.

He let go of one of my hands to grab my cheeks, burying his fingers on them. “Scream,” he ordered, voice serious and inciting shivers down my spine. “I can’t believe I get to know your voice now, and it’s so fucking perfect. I want you to scream for me.”

Needless to say, once he let go it was all I could do.

But who could really blame me? I was overwhelmed with the way his hips seemed eager to press against mine, and how his hands ran all over my body as he murmured to himself, “You belong to me now.”

It wasn’t an order or a question. It was only really a statement, a truth I couldn’t deny as he brought me to a release that was blinding and paralyzing, right as his hips began to lose their rhythm.

“And I belong to you,” he whispered as he approached his own orgasm. “You’re the only thing I’ve got now, sugar. I’m gonna take damn good care of you.”

I could barely even think, but I had no doubt in my mind about it - just from the way he had fucked me tonight. My cunt still clenched around his cock, trying to milk his orgasm, and I knew I was close to getting what I wanted from the way his breath hitched.

It was like he couldn’t stop talking, couldn’t stop praising me as he got closer and closer to spilling inside of me. “Good girl,” he panted, hands leaving my hips to find a hold on the headboard of my bed. “Such a good girl for me.”

His words had me shaking underneath him, right when his grip tightened and his whole body tensed, his cum filling me up, warming me from the inside.

He pulled away almost immediately, and I would have whined if he hadn’t replaced his now soft cock with two of his digits, pushing his cum back into me and keeping me plugged up. I could barely stay still, body instinctively squirming away from him because of the sensitivity, but he didn’t let me get too far.

“You got nowhere to go, angel,” he chuckled, eyes still stuck on where he was touching me. “You’re all mine now. All mine.”

[buckyownsmylife]

Good Help (Is so Hard to Find) - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky forgets it's supposed to be a pretend relationship

Warnings: dub/noncon, dark!bucky, fake relationship, jealous!bucky, possessiveness, angst, smut, delusional!Bucky, perceived infidelity, spanking, oral sex (f), cum eating?, fingering, anal play, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: 2k

A/N: This was written for @navybrat817! I kept it hidden until your birthday because I wanted you to know how special you are to me! You are an incredible person and an amazing writer and I feel so lucky every single day I get to count on your friendship because you make me so, so happy! I hope this story will make you happy too! Happy birthday, honey! Thanks my darling @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over for me!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing when the opportunity finally came. This is exactly what I was waiting for. The chance to prove myself worthy, to make her see me with different eyes.

I’d been wanting her for so long, maybe pretending to be her boyfriend was exactly what I needed to do for her to realize that we were in fact a perfect match.

Thankfully, no one else offered when she explained the situation during breakfast. No one questioned my eagerness to do it either. I guess it was just that obvious how deeply my feelings for her ran.

And the way she looked at me when I agreed to help her? Fuck if it wasn’t the best thing I’d ever seen. She was just so grateful if her eyes didn’t outwardly say that, the way she treated me during the ride left it clear.

We chatted the entire drive there. I offered to be the one behind the wheel, and it didn’t surprise me when she happily accepted it.

I knew how anxious she got whenever she was the one responsible for the car. There were enough things for her to get nervous about this week that we’d be staying with her parents. I’d do anything to make her feel better. And I hoped she’d see that, after this trip where we’d be together pretty much all the time.

“Here we are,” she commented, her eyes focused on the house at the end of the street. It looked familiar enough to me - I’d researched about her and her past, so I knew this was where she grew up and I couldn’t wait to see it all in person. “Let’s get this over with.”

I restrained myself from admonishing her for wanting to rush this experience. She didn’t know how much it meant to me - to us. She wasn’t aware that this was the first time her future husband would meet her parents, but I was, and so I made sure to show them my very best.

“I can see where Y/N got her charms from.” A simple sentence and her mother was already head over heels for me. “She has told me so much about you, I already nurture a profound respect for you.” Her father was even easier to win over. Just play to his ego, and he’d forget I was twice his age.

But the best thing about this assignment was playing the part of the dutiful boyfriend - staying close to her, always keeping some part of my body touching hers. This is what I’d longed for ever since we met, to feel the warmth of her smaller body tightly pressed against mine. I even managed to steal a few kisses here and there, and she didn't seem to mind.

It made me realize that she must want this just as much as I did. Surely, she did. That was why she kept looking up at me with those wide eyes, filled with gratitude and love.

God, she was captivating. I couldn’t wait to get her back to her room.

“Are you having fun?” I murmured as I rubbed her arms from behind, taking note of everyone present. Her parents had organized a small gathering to welcome her home, the perfect opportunity for me to know my future family, and I was beyond excited about it.

Having been alone for so long, this was truly everything I’d always wanted. That was until he walked into the room.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” I grumbled underneath my breath so she wouldn’t hear because I wasn’t supposed to recognize him. He’d been her last serious boyfriend, but they had broken up long before we even met. I would never know about him if it wasn’t for my own research.

“Scott!” She greeted, excitedly making her way towards him before throwing her arms around his body. He chuckled when he squeezed her, and I tried to wipe the shock off of my face. We’d have to have a serious conversation about this soon. There was no way I’d let her keep touching other men so freely.

Seeing him smiling so big at my woman made me feel sick - something I couldn’t even physically feel, so I tried to focus on Aunt Margaret while still keeping an eye on them.

“Oh, you haven’t met Mildred yet? Now come here, you won’t be a part of the family until she pinches your cheeks.” I did want to be a part of the family - in my mind, I already was, but I couldn’t help but worry, leaving her behind with that guy.

Throwing a look over my shoulder, I hoped she would be alright for the few minutes it would take me to get acquainted with Mildred, and then I’d be back into her arms, where I always wished to be.

The conversation with the old ladies was amusing, if not a little annoying - particularly since I wished to be near Y/N the entire time. She should have been there with me, introducing me to her great-aunts herself. The thought that they were such important people to the family and she didn’t even care to do so hurt more than I was expecting.

But that was nothing compared to the ice in my veins once I returned to the living room to find her gone, only to approach the bedroom we were supposed to share and find her jacket discarded by the door.

I had an inkling as to what I would find when I pushed it to open further, but it still felt like someone was driving a sword right through my heart.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I hissed, careful not to alert the guests of my greatest humiliation. “Y/N, what is this supposed to mean?”

She was startled to see me when she looked over her shoulder, chest still heaving from the kisses I’d interrupted, but as soon as my tone was processed by her brain, she frowned.

“What’s wrong?” She had the boldness to question. “Is someone around?” I felt like the room was swirling and I held onto the wall since I couldn’t hold my heart together.

“I am around,” I roared. “Am I not enough for you anymore? Don’t you know what it feels like to find you kissing someone else? As if you don’t even have a boyfriend?”

She blinked a few times, taking much too long to answer me for the level of distress I was feeling. When she finally did speak, it only made me madder. “… You do remember you’re not my actual boyfriend, right, James?”

It was enough to have me growling, pulling the boy from her grip by the collar of his shirt and throwing him out of the room before slamming the door in his face.

When we were the only two left in her room, I paced around before her, trying to ease the despair that filled my chest and threatened to take over me.

“Alright, doll, I’ll bite. If I’m not your boyfriend, then what am I?” Coming to a stop in front of her, I set my hands on my hips, towering over her smaller frame as I waited for an answer.

It took her longer than I was hoping for. “We’re friends!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

It wasn’t.

“I am not your fucking friend!” I roared, crossing the distance between us to turn her around and press her ass against my crotch.

“Feel this?” I asked, shaking her lightly but keeping her back attached to my front so there was no mistaking the boner I was sporting. “Does this feel like something a fucking friend would have for you?”

The room was eerily silent after my question, save from the pants of my harbored breath. I didn’t care much for it. She should be begging me for forgiveness.

“Bend over,” I ordered, already pushing her down so she was forced to hold herself on her bed. “I’m gonna teach you not to pull shit like this anymore.”

The first spank had her hips jerking, and that was even before I shoved her dress up and slid her panties down. She tried to move out of my grip, but I was too focused on my mission for her to get anywhere with her twisting.

I spanked her until her ass was bruised and sensitive, and only then did I relent, pulling her up by her nape to capture her lips in a kiss that I’d been dreaming about since we met.

“Did you- Did you plan this?” She asked once I let her pull away to catch her breath, smirking at the way her eyes looked glazed over.

I didn’t need to answer her.

“Get on your hands and knees,” was my next command, already manhandling her into that position, a firm hand on the small of her back so she wouldn’t just squirm away.

“Stay still. Let me get a taste.” I groaned in ecstasy at the first swipe of my tongue between her lower lips. She was everything I imagined, and more. Sweet. So sweet. Sweeter than her personality, and I was once again reminded of why it was that I fell in love with her.

“Come here.” I pulled her up by her hair so I could bend her back and share her taste with her. “See this?” I asked after I forced our spits to mix. “This is why we’re not fucking friends, sweetheart. I don’t think friends can get this fucking wet for their friends, now can they?”

I collected more of her nectar with two fingers that I quickly rubbed over her lips, leaning over her to lick it all off afterwards. I didn’t care how dirty it was. The messier, the better. That was my motto.

If she didn’t like it, I was about to change her mind.

“Bucky,” she cried out once I had shoved her against the bed once more, fingers fully inside her pussy to prepare her for what was coming next. “Bucky, this isn’t you!”

Her arms came up behind her, making it extremely easy to capture her wrists and use it as my leverage to get her in the position I wanted her to be in.

“Of course, it is!” My free hand roamed all over her exposed body until it stopped on her ass, massaging it as a silly smile took over my face.

I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. The hunger I’d always kept at bay when she was around had finally taken over me, and I teased us both by circling her puckered hole as I insisted, “You know me!”

She gasped when my finger slid inside her ass. I had one more reminder to pronounce before I slid my length inside her pussy: “You love me.”

The moment I bottomed out inside of her, I knew I had undeniably changed the nature of our relationship - forever. She’d never be able to pretend this was nothing more than a friendship again.

“Take it, doll,” I growled as she cried, but tried to keep her noises down so no one would hear. I knew she didn’t want anyone interrupting us.

She truly did want this.

“Fuck, that’s so good, baby…” I moaned, throwing my head back as I thrusted in and out of her. I couldn’t let myself close my eyes to relish in the moment, though. I didn’t want to miss even a second of it. “You feel so fucking good…”

Her cunt started to clench around me, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. “This is all I’ve ever wanted…” I admitted, panting over her. “I’m gonna mess you up real good… Have you dripping with my cum…”

I was still hard when I collapsed on top of her, but this would have to do for now. I knew she needed some recovery time, and I’d grant it to her. Didn’t want to overstimulate my poor doll right on our first time…

“Can’t wait until we’re back home,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder. “And I don’t have to share you with your family anymore.”

I kept her body tightly pressed against mine, fingers drawing random patterns on her back as I waited for her to fall asleep. This is all I’d ever wanted. There’s no way I’d ever let it get away from me.

[buckyownsmylife]

Let Your Tears Fall - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky can't accept that he's now your ex

Warnings: smut, violent dubcon bordering on noncon, ex!Bucky, anger, possessiveness, unprotected sex, breeding kink, no foreplay, no regard for reader’s pain, dacryphilia, brief physical aggression

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: okay, so this one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. Yes, I’m aware it’s not quite october yet (although... where the hell is the year going, I swear every time I blink it’s a new day) but the thing is, I decided to scrap my original intention, which was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which will expand on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the first bonus piece of that original intention, dedicated to my lovely friend @bestofbucky​. Jenny, you are a lovely person, a talented writer and truly a joy to talk to. I know this year hasn’t been the easiest on you but I am so grateful that you’re in my life and I hope you know you can always count on me for anything.

Another call that went straight to voicemail. I was tempted to leave one more message, try it one more time, but I’d been doing that for the last two weeks and still, no response. I just couldn’t reach her. She wasn’t giving me any chances.

For the first time, the despair I’d been feeling since she called it quits started to morph into anger. Why the hell did she think she could do this? Toss an entire year of our relationship for something that small, and I didn’t even get a say in it?

Fuck this. I knew I could get her to talk to me. What could she possibly do to keep me away? I’d been patient. I tried giving her time. Now it was time to get her back, no matter what.

It wasn’t hard to get inside her apartment. I knew the place inside and out, after all. And then it was only a matter of waiting. I took advantage of that time to take in the little differences in the living room.

It had been at least six months since I last stepped foot in this place, and I truly believed I’d never have to again. Y/N was comfortable in my floor at the tower and I was about to ask her to move in officially when it all went to shit.

Night had fallen by the time she walked in, looking tired and thinner than I’d last seen her. Had she been taking care of herself at all? What kind of stress had she been through that could affect her so much in the little time I wasn’t around to take care of her?

“Have you been eating at all?” I asked, alerting her of my presence before she managed to turn on the lights. Her instinctive reaction was to scream, a hand flying up to cover her heart before she realized it was me.

“What are you doing here?” She sounded annoyed. I scoffed, deeply offended by the question. How could she even ask me that? Where else would I be? This is where I belonged, wherever she was, just as long as I could take care of her.

“What else? I’m here to get you to take me back.” That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. She angrily let her arms fall down next to her body, staring at me like I’d murdered her family. But I couldn’t let her go, so I pressed on, “I can’t take this anymore. I need you. I can’t sleep, can’t breathe without you.”

Minutes of heavy silence followed. When I thought she might actually say something, she opted to turn her back to me and hung her purse before taking off her coat and shoes, moving slowly and deliberately, like I wasn’t even there.

“Well, I guess you’ll have all the time in the world to learn how to do all that.” My jaw clenched at her words, her spite. She thought she could act like I wasn’t here and she’d be able to keep going with the pretense of this break-up without any fight from me.

I did not like that for one bit. I hated every single day I had to spend apart from her, and I wasn’t prepared to go home empty-handed. She should have known better. She knew me well enough by now to be aware of my stubbornness.

“You don’t mean that.” She abruptly turned around to look me in the eye, all fire and anger despite her smaller stature. It made me excited, I realized with a startle. I liked seeing her like that, chest heaving and with a clenched-jaw. I liked knowing I could still elicit such a reaction from her, even if it wasn’t precisely the one I had hoped for.

“I don’t? Haven’t I left the tower, got my stuff back into my apartment, been living here for the last two weeks all by myself? What else do I have to do for you to understand that I won’t take you back, Bucky?” She got closer and closer with each word she said, and although it wasn’t the sort of contact I wanted, when her finger poked my chest, just that small touch ignited every single nerve on my body.

I lost all semblance of control. Her clothes were ripped and thrown on the floor before I’d even realized our lips were connected again, that simple connection breathing life back into my cells after so long without one of her kisses.

“Yes,” I growled against her lips, swallowing her complaints, arms wrapping her close to me. But it could never be close enough, not while I was still outside of her. “Do you remember all of the times I had you cumming around my dick?”

My fingers had instinctively found her pussy, spread her open before plunging inside of her, the desperate cry of surprise a boost to my battered ego. How could she so easily leave this behind, while I remained forever haunted by the memories of how she feels, wet and tight and perfect and mine?

“All the times I bent you over the nearest furniture and had my way with you, can you ever forget it?” I asked, the hand that wasn’t inside of her gripping her jaw to force her to meet my eyes. “Look at me,” I growled, anger getting the best of me and leaving only the dark, possessive parts reaching out to her.

“Look at me while I make you fall apart around my fingers.” It was barely even human, the way those words left me, but that’s how she made me feel. More animal than man, moved by the hunger for her that dominated my every waking thought.

She instinctively obeyed me, looking up at me with those innocent, supplicant eyes. “You still want it,” I reminded her, shaking her lightly while I gave her what she was silently asking me for.

The sounds of her wetness reverberated on the walls of the tiny living room. “You still want me,” I encouraged, her eyes falling shut at the tone of my voice paired with the soundtrack of her juices.

“And I need you,” I whispered, just as her body fell limp on my hands and she succumbed to me and my dark desires, accepting that she would never be able to resist me. “I need you, Y/N.” Unshed tears stung the corner of my eyes, but my voice denounced just how wrecked I was even without them leaving trails on my cheeks.

“Can’t even fucking drink to forget you,” I murmured, talking almost to myself. “It wouldn’t work anyway. And I don’t want to forget you. I need you,” I insisted, shaking her lightly yet again, prompting her to open her eyes and connect them to mine once more. “I’ll show you just how much.”

Taking my fingers out of her, I pulled her body to me, pressing my hardness against where it wished to be. “Feel this?” I questioned, warm breath hitting her cheek. “Only you can get me like this. Only you, baby. I am never letting you go.”

Her shaky breath as I inhaled her natural scent broke me free of the last of my control. “I need to be inside of you,” I voiced when the realization occurred to me. “I need to wake up next to you tomorrow, or life will be meaningless to me.”

She didn’t fight it anymore. I heard her breaths coming out as pants as she stared straight ahead, the silence heavy in the room. “Bucky…” I didn’t correct it because I wanted to hear what she was going to say, but I hated that she was calling me anything other than baby. “I don’t have a condom.”

My cock twitched in my pants, fingers squeezing her tighter. I wasn’t anticipating that but God, did it make me hard. “Fuck it,” I growled, pulling her down to the floor with me. “I’m taking you right here on the floor, right now.”

Clothes were ripped, leaving her naked and trembling underneath me, just how I liked it. I loved seeing how the desire took over her, making her lose control over her muscles and depend solely on me.

There was no time for foreplay, there was too much pent up tension, too much desire to make her hurt as badly as she hurt me. I released my cock from its confines and shoved it in her, who welcomed it with a cry.

“Yes, fuck.” I cursed, punching the hardwood floor in an effort to control myself. She was unbelievably tight after keeping herself away from me for so long - it was like her channel had forgotten the shape of my member and I hated it.

There was nothing slow or gentle about the way I fucked her this time. Whenever I laid in bed at night and thought about our encounters, it was always sweet and loving, whispered praises of adoration as our hips danced with one another.

This was brutal and bruising, I knew from the way she cried, fingers clawing at the floor while I tilted her head to the side so I could savor each and every one of her tears as I tasted them on my tongue.

“So tight… but you take me so fucking well…” She sobbed underneath me, broken cries of stress or pleasure, I couldn’t tell. I was lost on the feeling of being inside of her again, of experiencing this connection she had tried to keep from me. “No one can take me like you,” I admitted, covering her hands with mine.

The idea of ever being with someone else was ludicrous to me. It made me chuckle. “Who else would let me ruin them like this?” I asked, to no one in particular. “Who else would enjoy playing with my heart like you do?”

She didn’t answer. But I wanted to hear her voice, and so I nuzzled against her shoulder, hoping to tickle her into answering me. “Did you miss me, my love? Did you miss my big cock stretching you open?”

Once more, she didn’t speak, and I knew by the sounds of her labored breaths she was keeping her sounds in, probably biting on her lip. And so I gave up being nice to her. Slamming her head against the floor, I left it there as I picked up the pace of my thrusts.

“Okay, I understand. I know I hurt you, but guess what? You don’t get to decide to waste a whole year together for one stupid mistake. I won’t let you.” A groan left my throat at the feeling of her cunt clenching around me, the first of many orgasms I’d make sure to give her to make up for lost time.

I could feel my own approaching, making me blind with hot red desire or rage, I couldn’t tell. I leaned down to bite her back, loving the way it made her scream as I felt myself getting closer and closer to spilling inside of her.

“Maybe if you’re carrying my child, you’ll decide to give me another chance.” The comment picked up her attention, getting her to raise up underneath me and begin to struggle again. Not that it made any difference. I was heavier and stronger, I could stay inside of her forever.

“Yeah, you’ll stay with me then, huh?” I egged on just because it clearly got to her - I could see it from the way it made her pussy throb around me. “You’ll stay with the father of your child. No more finishing on your stomach or over this beautiful ass. From now on, you’ll be my little cumhole, won’t you?”

She convulsed underneath me, coming with a scream and milking my own release. I made sure to bury myself inside of her, as deep as I could get, just to make sure it would take.

But I wasn’t really worried. I would make it take.

Panting, I collapsed over her body and stayed there for a while, just catching my breath and waiting for her to get back to her senses again. It felt so good to know that I had her in my arms again and that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Tears were still slipping from the corners of her eyes, making me frown because she avoided my gaze. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll make you fall in love with me again,” I assured her, even though the idea of my feelings not being reciprocated anymore cut me to the very core. I knew I’d follow through with that promise, because I was never letting her go.

I took her to bed with a smile on my lips, watching how she hid her face against my chest. I was so happy knowing that when I woke up, she’d be in my arms.

“Until tomorrow, kitten.” Caressing her cheek, I watched her eyelashes flutter as she let sleep take her. “And the day after that, and the day after that.”