i read this amazing fic recently but cant find it :( it was like bucky x civilian gf reader and he has to go on missions with his ex gf tara and bucky's not at home alot anymore and reader gets rly insecure and one day bucky says he had to kiss tara for a mission or smtg and its angst but i think they make up?
Hi. Sorry it took me so long to reply. Unfortunately I can’t say I’ve seen it. I haven’t really been in the marvel fandom in a while. But I’ll try looking. And maybe someone else might leave a comment. Cause I now wanna read this too.
Your boyfriend's being an asshole during a work party. His boss sees a chance to swoop in.
Content Warning: CEO!Bucky x Reader, asshole!boyfriend, angst, argument, flirting, sexual tension, cheating, smut (dom!bucky, penetrative sex, dirty talk, creampie).
"Didn't I specifically tell you not to wear that dress?"
You let out a long sigh at Kevin's words. Only five minutes into the party and he's already begun. That's gotta be some kind of record.
"It's my favorite dress," You tell him honestly. The dress itself is made of black silk, with a high slit in the left leg and a low neck. It makes you feel sexy, powerful, and confident; all the things Kevin makes you forget you are.
"I bought you the pink one for a reason," He grumbles, making you roll your eyes.
The dress he sent you looked like a Victorian England-era cosplay outfit, only without the heavy cleavage. "It didn't fit," You lie effortlessly; a skill you've been forced to learn to keep him relatively calm.
"You look like a slut," He says bluntly with a blank face as he looks around the busy room. "My coworkers are probably gonna think I hired a prostitute as my plus-one."
Hiding how hurt you are, you raise a brow. "Well, maybe you should introduce me to some of them, then. Clear the air. Let me meet your boss; I’ve heard impressive things."
"Please," Kevin scoffs. "Mr. Barnes’ would laugh me out of a job. Why don't you just go mingle with the waiting staff, or something?"
Utterly taken aback, you widen your eyes. "What the fuck, Kevin? You invited me here; I didn't even wanna come!"
"I invited you here and I told you not to wear that fucking dress," He seethes, glaring at you. "If you don't listen to me, don't expect me to be happy about it."
With a huff, you storm away from him, not sure where you're going. When you see the bar, you immediately walk over to it and ask the bartender for a drink before sitting down on a stool.
That fucking asshole. How dare he treat you like that? He's the lucky one for bagging you; he doesn't deserve you at all.
"Hey, there," A deep voice greets you from the left, making you look over at the source. Fuck. He's handsome. Is he real?
"Hi," You reply quietly, giving the bartender a grateful nod when he slides over the cocktail.
"You look incredible tonight," The beautiful stranger says smoothly, making your cheeks heat up.
You don't exactly feel incredible after Kevin's remarks, which makes you reject the stranger's compliment. "Oh, stop," You say softly, letting out a dry laugh.
"I'm being serious," He insists, looking you up and down with a smirk. "I scanned the entire room and it's obvious that you're the sexiest one here."
Your eyebrow raise up at his words, and you’re impressed by the fact that he’s able to give you butterflies. His charming smile and dangerous eyes draw you in, and though you know it’s wrong, you’re turned on by him. “Um...” You bite your lip, looking back to see if Kevin’s in view. When you don’t see him, you relax a little and turn back to the stranger.
“I'd ask you to look down at my boner for proof, but I'm not sure that's appropriate,” He says, making your heart jolt.
With a gasp, you can’t help but glance down. Holy shit. He wasn’t kidding. The bulge in his black pants is huge, and you quickly look back up at him. “Oh, my God.”
“You looked,” He accuses you with a laugh.
“You mentioned it; I can't not look!” You defend yourself, turning back to the front with a shaky breath. Woah. You gave the hottest guy you’ve ever seen a boner. Fuck what Kevin says; you look hot as fuck tonight.
“I saw you arguing with your brother,” He says. “Kevin, right?”
Snorting, you shake your head. “He’s not my brother.”
“No, I know,” He states. “I just wanted to comment on the total lack of chemistry and sexual compatibility I sensed between you two.”
You bite down on your lip to hold back your laugh. “What are you; a sex guru?”
“I’ve been called that a few times,” He says with a nonchalant shrug. “But by day, I’m your little boyfriend’s boss.”
You’re thankful that you didn’t take a sip before he spoke, because you most definitely would have choked. “Y- you’re Mr. Barnes?”
A wry smirk blooms on his lips as he moves closer. “I’d say you can call me Bucky, but I don’t want you to.”
His words send a shiver down your spine, as you run your finger around the rim of your glass. “He talks about you all the time. You’re his hero," You tell him.
“Oh, yeah?” Bucky asks, a smug look on his face. “Well, you know what they say: never let your girlfriends meet your hero.”
“Why not?” You ask with a whisper.
He leans in closer, lowering his voice. “Because the hero will have fucked her brains out by the end of the night.”
Your legs squeeze together and your toes curl as you let out a nervous laugh. “Mr. Barnes...”
“Yes, Y/N?” He asks, taking you by surprise when he uses your name. He must have done his research.
“Aren’t you married?” You question him with a frown, recalling all the times Kevin spoke about a Mrs. Barnes.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Bucky counters with a smirk.
“I’m not the one flirting,” You defend yourself, taking a sip of your drink.
“No, but I bet your pussy’s wet for me. Wet for another man. A better man,” He mutters into your ear, shocking you into silence. “That’s why you’re sitting here, isn’t it? Waiting on fate to bring you a better man.”
You say nothing, staring down at your drink.
“Well, I’m here,” He continues arrogantly. “Now, here’s what you’re gonna do: go to the receptionist in the lobby, and tell him Mr. Barnes wants you in his room. Take the key he gives you, and make your way up. Do you understand me?”
There’s no hesitation. No reluctance. You nod.
"That's a good girl," Bucky praises you, standing up and wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. "I'll see you up there."
Ten minutes later, you're in Bucky's hotel room, watching as he reaches into the ice bucket at the foot of the bed. He takes a bottle of champagne from it and pops it open before taking a long sip.
"Want a taste?" Bucky asks, walking over to you. You're standing with your back against the wall and he slowly brings it to your your lips. Letting the champagne pour into your mouth, the cold sweetness delights you. He tilts his head, a smug smirk on his lips. "Good, isn't it?"
You nod, swallowing down the liquid. Bucky takes another step forwards, closing the gap between you. A gasp leaves your mouth as his crotch presses against yours, making your stomach clench. He drops the bottle without a care before placing his hands on the wall on either side of you, leaving you trapped between his arms.
"I think," He begins with a whisper, his lips brushing against yours with every word. "I want something sweeter."
You're frozen in anticipation as he pulls up your dress, bunching it around your waist. He then slips his fingers under the rim of your panties, slowly edging them down. Any words you could possibly say die on your tongue the second his fingers rub your folds, making you squirm.
"That feel good?" He mumbles, to which you nod. Bucky then takes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, sucking them clean as his eyes roll back. "Mmm. That hits the spot."
Swallowing thickly, you keep your eyes hooked onto his. You hear him unbuckling his belt and fumbling with his pants, before you feel his hard cock brush against your thigh.
Resting his forehead against yours, he wraps his hand around your throat. "You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you?"
A shuddered breath leaves your mouth and you nod. "Yes, Sir."
Bucky smirks down at you, gently rubbing his cock against your wet pussy. Slowly, he pushes the tip down to your entrance and slips it in, inch by inch. Your cunt clenches before he bottoms out, making him hiss with pleasure as he continues sinking his dick into you.
Once he's fully in, he lifts one of your legs and rests your calf on his shoulder, giving him more access to you. Without a word, he starts fucking you, your back banging into the wall behind you.
"Fuck," Bucky groans, one hand holding your face while the other strokes your leg. "You feel so good around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you so much better than that useless, little boyfriend of yours."
You do your best to keep quiet, the slight guilt of cheating on Kevin making you hesitate, but soon, Bucky's all that matters. The pleasure of him pummeling into you is too great for you to remember that anything else exists, so you let go of your inhibitions and release a string of cacophonos moans.
"That's it, keep moaning for me," He grunts, fucking into you harder. "You're such a little slut, aren't you? Just aching to be fucked right."
He's bringing you bliss in ways you didn't think possible. God knows Kevin hasn't ever made you feel anywhere near as incredible as you feel right now. "Yes," You promise earnestly, wanting nothing more than to please him and ensure that he's satisfied.
Bucky smiles at your response, rutting his hips faster as he pulls you into a daze. "You enjoying getting drilled by my cock?"
A cry leaves your mouth as he brings his fingers down to rub fervent circles onto your clit, making you nod hurriedly. "Yes, Mr. Barnes."
He gives you a sloppy kiss, your mouths wet with each other's spit. It's messy and rushed, but it feels so good. "Would you do anything for me, baby?" He asks you between kisses. "Leave that limp-dicked little boy for me?"
"Yes," You moan, your mind wholly taken over by him and his cock. He's fucked you into oblivion, leaving you pliant and submissive.
Holding you closer, Bucky thrusts harder, hitting your g-spot and making your eyes roll back. Lifting up your chin, he forces you to meet his eyes, which are almost as stupefying as his dick. "Who owns this pussy, huh?"
You don't even have to think. "Mr. Barnes."
Bucky chuckles, stroking your cheeks while fucking you faster, both of you rapidly approaching your peaks. "That's my good little fast learner," He mumbles, before pinching your clit and making you gush all over him as your orgasm takes over. You let out a loud cry which he swallows with a kiss, grunting into your mouth as he shoots his load inside you. "Oh, fuck."
Your legs shake as he rocks gently in and out of you, riding out his high while your clenching cunt milks him of every drop of cum. He remains buried deep inside you even when he's fully spent, resting his face in your neck and breathing heavily.
"Baby," He begins, to which you weakly nod.
"Yes?" You whisper, your eyes half-shut.
"I gotta get back to the party," He utters through heavy breaths, before giving you a chaste kiss. "You stay right here for me, though."
"Okay," You reply weakly.
"You feel okay?" He asks gently, slowly slipping his cock out of you.
You let out a gasp as he pulls out, before nodding again. "I'm okay."
Bucky takes your leg off his shoulder, carefully putting it back down before picking you up and sitting you onto the bed. He gives you another kiss, softly and sweetly. "Order room service, have a nap. I'll be back in a couple of hours," He promises you.
Following his lips when he moves back, you steal another kiss. "Okay, Mr. Barnes."
He stands up straight and buckles up his pants. "I'm gonna have a talk with your little boyfriend, too. Gonna let him know that he's lost his girl, and she's all mine now."
Too weakened by his hypnotism to process his words and still floating on clouds painted by pleasure, you simply hum in response.
Bucky smiles at your stupor, letting your weakened demeanor stroke his ego as he gives you one last kiss. "You're all mine now, baby. All mine."
Nodding, you let out a sigh of content. "Okay."
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Yk, I dont like angst, and I so do not like cheating fics. I agree with u, it could be triggering for me as well. (I read it anw still bc I like hurting myself) But i really love how you ended all of it. Never once did the reader forgave and took Bucky back. Love it.
If I may suggest, (solely for my petty ass self’s satisfaction) something for boundaries bucket and Sharon.
Like the group intentionally planned on going somewhere (just overnight) and excluded Bucky (a vacay, a celebration). Thats just the start tho. Bc y/n decided to invite Sharon to accompany bucket while theyre gone. And all of these info were given to bucket right before they left. Something like:
B: hey where are we going tonight?
Y/N: oh well, its (insert event) and WE *literally pointing at the group and excluding bucket* will be gone until tomorrow.
B: bu-
Y/N or nat idk hehe: and since we care sooo much abt you getting lonely here, we decided to invite Sharon over, so she could entertain you, keep you company, yk? You seem to like her presence so much anw.
B: no. I do not want her in anyway at all. I dont need her here. Just send her home.
Steve(?) maybe: oh do you not like the idea of us knowing? You guys would like to interact with the idea that you guys are hiding? You like the thrill?
Y/N(?) maybe: well, easy, maybe just forget and pretend that we dont know!
set it up like this in your head Sergeant Barnes, we told you we would be gone overnight, you decided this is the perfect time to go behind our backs again since yall badly miss and need e/o, so u invited her here, and bam! There ya go. You got the whole scenario set up.
Steve (?): I heard she misses you, you must miss her a lot, no?
B: no. No I do not want anything involving her, never needed nor missed her. If she goes here….
IDK SOMETHING LIKE THAT (it doesnt have to be exactly the way the convo went). I just love the idea of them always excluding bucket out unless necessary to include him, then pushing it in his face that he chose Sharon’s pussy over everything else, so he must live with it. Also Sharon may have liked bucky but all she would get from bucky after that incident is a glare of disgust. She kept throwing herself at bucky but in the end bucket avoided her like plague, even said he hates her more than hydra.
(Idk maybe im petty? Maybe I do not let go easily? Maybe im putting the blame too much on Bucket, but I just want them to suffer sooo much, emotionally.)
But this is just a scene? I think? Its your choice what plot, how it starts or ends, whatsoever, I trust ur creative and beautiful mind 💙
I'm sorry this took for fucking ever to get to, I hope this is sort of how you imagined it.
Months later after the incident:
Bucky looked at the pile of bags by the door, confused since he hadn't been told about any missions and it was rare the group went anywhere together. You sauntered in with a tiny sundress, adding a few last minute items to your bag, ignoring Bucky as he looked at you longingly. He still loved you. So much.
It was one thing to lose you if things simply didn't work out; the way he lost you was so much worse. He clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down before speaking.
"What's with all the bags...?"
You turned around, smiling at him sweetly, the smile he missed so much. The smile you only genuinely gave
"Well, WE are going to Clint's cabin for the weekend"
"Oh-
"Surprised no one told you, after all I even invited Sharon just to keep you company"
You shrugged at his hurt expression, continuing to arrange your bag. Bucky's jaw clenched, he'd ignored Sharon’s mass of calls and texts, surely 50 of them must have been regarding this trip but he never bothered checking.
“I- I don’t even want her, just send her home, or uninvite her, I never even liked her, she-
“She was wrapped around your dick” You snorted while Steve came to start putting things in the Jet.
“Go easy on him y/n, maybe they just like the excitement of sneaking around and and fucking each other behind peoples backs. Honestly, if that’s what gets you off, we’re more than happy to pretend we don’t see you”
You nearly cackled while Steve threw a few bags over his shoulder, not bothering to look at Bucky who was most likely about to cry.
“Just pretend we don’t even know! I’ll even lay it out for you, picture this. We just told you we were taking a quick trip out of state and since you’re star crossed lovers, who just desperately miss and need each other so badly, you decided to take a romantic getaway here while we were all gone. I’m pretty sure Tony made some upgrades to the cabin, the walls are probably sound proof”
“Y/n, please...” Bucky looked at you with pleading eyes, this was so much worse than any pain he’d experienced before. “I don’t like her, I still love you”
You ignored him, zipping up your luggage while Nat walked by smirking.
“Hmmm I heard she misses you” She sassed, rolling her eyes seeing Sharon making her way down the elevator. “You must miss her too, right? You guys had some real chemistry”
Bucky remained silent, watching you while his heart continued to break. You were supposed to be his girl. It was supposed to be you. The girl he married, the girl he had a family with, the girl who he grew old with.
He hated it. He hated himself. He had 100 choices he could have made every single time he had slipped up. It was bad enough it happened more than once. He betrayed you. He betrayed Steve. He couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror, feeling pure disgust and guilt with himself.
Did he fuck up royally? Yes.
Did he genuinely love you? Also...yes. And he always would. This wasn’t something he was ever going to move on from.
“Baby...” Bucky’s voice cracked as you shook your head, walking away. He’d times as many times as he could, begging and pleading. He knew the damage was done. He knew you’d never come back to him, even though he was going to wait for you for the rest of his life.
“Bucky!” Sharon smiled, making her way towards him. Bucky felt bile rise in his throat, it didn’t matter how many times he told her he was done, she continued to throw herself at him. “You didn’t reply to my message. Everyone’s going to the cabin”
“Don’t you feel an ounce of guilt?” Bucky growled, staring at her packed bags in disbelief.
“For what?” She snorted, shrugging nonchalantly, her eyes trailing up and down his body.
“Sharon, I- never mind. I can’t make this any clearer, I’m not interested”
Bucky tried to shove past her to go back to his room while she ran after him, grabbing his arm.
“But it’ll be so much fun! We’ll even get our own room” She whispered by his ear and Bucky could feel his blood boil. He yanked his arm out of her grasp, nearly knocking her off balance. “Don’t you like me-
“WILL YOU FUCK OFF?! PLEASE?!” Bucky took a few steps back, his patience reaching his limit. “I NEVER FUCKING LIKED YOU”
Sharon gaped, staring at him like a fish out of water. Nothing pissed her off more than the fact that Bucky still liked you,
“Why the fuck do you still like her?! Have you seen her? You can do so much better-
Bucky ran a hand over his face, taking a few deep breaths that did nothing to calm him down but he didn’t want to do something he’d regret. He’d already done enough of that.
“Fuck off. FUCK OFF I lost my girl because of a stupid fucking choice I made, I’ll deal with those consequences now, but that doesn’t mean I want you. I never wanted you. We fucked. That’s it. I loved her and I STILL love her”
“You-You can’t do this to me,
“Sharon, in all fucking honesty, Hydra wasn’t as awful as you”
Sharon scoffed, tears streaking her face as she threw her bag to the floor before going back to her room.
“Shall we go, pretty lady?” You squealed as Thor effortlessly swept you off your feet from behind, carrying you to the jet. (Or some other character if Thor isn’t your cup of tea, pick through your roster of choices)
“You don’t have to carry me” You giggled, throwing your arms around his neck, snuggling into his hold.
“And let my princess walk while carrying these bags all day?” He gasped, before kissing your nose. “Absolutely not”
Bucky watched you leave in his arms, your eyes twinkling, your laugh echoing down the hall. He broke a hole in the wall. Then another. Even after utterly destroying his room, he felt nothing. No sense of relief. You were gone. You were not coming back.
The nightmare he brought on himself would never end.
-
(and then it was all a dream, and he woke up from the nightmare and you were snuggled by his side and he proposed to you the next day and you got married and Steve was the best man and then you had lots of sex and had lots and lots of babies and grew old together the end im never writing about this godawful au again)
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Warnings: cheating, insecurities, lies, angst, misleading storyline?? This one is long
Summary: when Bucky stops texting his long distance girlfriend good mornings each morning she gets suspicious, going back to America to visit him she's in for a surprise she had never expected.
A/N: guess who's writing again? No one because no one guessed because like 3 people will read this and it will be dead forever *shrug* I feel like this storyline is really misleading so, sorry? Also AOS is a main theme for this but if you don't watch the show it really doesn't matter
This is Bobbie btw for anyone who wants to know what she looks like for this
It had been over a year since you had seen your boyfriend, well properly seen your boyfriend, moving back to England was a hard decision for you but you knew it was the best one, you knew that taking the promotion was the best thing you could do but your mind was still constantly plagued with insecurities and worries, but you knew Bucky wasn't like that, he could never? Could he?
It had started about 3 months ago, his usually cheerful morning texts which never failed to bring a smile to your face had stopped, almost ceased to exist, from his constant hey, baby! How's my gorgeous girl? To his babyyy! Wake uupp! It's been too long! Facetime me when you're free my pretty doll. his morning texts had fallen to a simple hey or I'm busy we'll talk later and the main fact he never bothered to text first anymore had caused your usual insecurities to skyrocket, why did he never have time to send you a simple hello anymore? Or more importantly who meant he didn't have the time?
Your phone buzzed as you say in bed, mind plagued by thoughts, you immediately shot up, hopefully Bucky had gone back to usual? Opening your phone you had found a simple text from your boss Phil 'meet me in the headquarters at 10', why was Phil in England? More importantly why did he need to see you?
Standing up you prepared yourself for the day to come.
"Hey y/n/n!" Your good friend and teammate Bobbi chirped as she brought you your regular morning drink
"mornin' Bob" you slurred out as you wrapped your coat around your frame tightly, shivering as you took in the very open windows.
"someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Argh! No! Stop throwing things at me!" Hunter shrieked as Bobbi began throwing pillows at him.
"Wow, adorable couple" you mumbled as you took in the pair, after getting remarried the pair had fallen deeply in love once again, you wished you could have that but unfortunately being the director of S.A.B, shield associations Britain you barely had the time to speak to Bucky, yet alone the time to break up with him or move on, whereas normal couples may have fallen apart you were way to busy to even think about dating or parties or even making new friends, you stuck to your own lane.
"hunter! Barbra!" A familiar, fatherly voice boomed as the familiar figure of Phil Coulson stepped into the office, taking in the pair he hadn't seen since Russia "I thought you two were never coming back to shield?" He grinned happily
"we could never leave our dear y/n alone in a country! She's so far into work she hasn't even been shopping yet!" Bobbie exasperated "and please, Phil! Dont call me Barbra! Barbra is far worse than any possible nickname you could give me!" The blonde grinned cheekily
"Bobbie, stop being so dramatic, we went shopping last month!" You shook your head playfully as you took a seat at your desk, gesturing for Phil to sit opposite you beside Hunter -who had perched himself happily onto one of the plush leather chairs-
"I need you to come back to New York for a while" Phil stated softly
"what? Really? Ohmygosh nofreakingway!" You shrieked happily
"English, y/n/n!" Hunter playfully chided, wagging a finger at you as you practically glowed, you had missed your friends and especially Bucky.
"when?" You asked excitedly
"next month, I'm sending agent Piper to hold things down till you get back here" Phil smiled at the young woman, barely reached her late 20's and still so experienced yet full of life. A small smile graced his lips as he watched the h/c girl jump up and start rambling.
• time skipy•
The buzz of the quinjet filled your ears as you stepped off, e/c orbs wandered as you took in the familiar tower in which your boyfriend and some of your closest friends lived, sighing deeply you grabbed Bobbi's hand and quickly guided her to the doors
"nervous?" She asks over the low rumble of the quinjet ascending back into the air and back to the main s.h.i.e.l.d base. Turning your head to face Bobbi you opened your mouth to deny but quickly remembered how useless it would be- you knew the spy since s.h.i.e.l.d academy! She knows you better than you do and vice versa
"I don't know why, b! I mean I'm going to see some of my best friends AND my boyfriend!' you blurted out exasperated, anyone walking past might have looked at you like you're crazy but Barbara Morse was your best friend in the entire world and she had seen much worse than you screaming out into the rough winds.
"y/f/n" she stopped walking abruptly piping your linked arms backwards with her "has Bucky been acting weird with you?" She asked inquisitively, shrugging you immediately regretted not speaking to her about Bucky before, she would have helped. "Oh y/n/n; you didn't you tell me? No wonder you're so skitterish today! Whatever it is I'm sure it's nothing too big, Bucky loves you and I can even tell that without meeting the man! He's probably on a mission or something, he IS an avenger" Bobbi calmly rubbed your back as she spoke, guiding your hand to the identification scanners.
"thanks Bob, you always know how to make me feel so much better. I love you" you sighed dreamily, aiming to annoy the woman "oh you cow! Stop being so corny!" The blonde laughed aloud and she lightly smacked your hand, walking into the escalators you began calming your nerves, you felt like a giddy teenager going to her first date. And you hated it. The fact that a few stupid texts had lead you into this trivial paranoid stage had fully set into your mind. It was Bucky for god's sake! James Buchanan Barnes, the same James who stumbled over his words when asking you out, the same bucky who arrived an hour early to pick you up for said date and almost died when he realised, the same Mr Barnes who quit the avengers (although for 10 minutes) to be with you. He was your Bucky and you don't need texts to know that.
As the elevator doors pinged open you and Bobbie stepped out and into the large lounge which occupied the avengers.
Looking up Steve's mouth gaped open before jumping up and accidentally flipping the table over as he ran towards you "Y/N/N! YOU'RE HERE OH MY! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG! I MISSED YOU!! AND IM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW HE-" Steve blabbered out as he squeezed hugged you tightly, barley taking in anything he was saying you were quick to end his ramblings
"'tevie! I've missed you and all but shhhh inside voices remember" you laughed as the soldier nodded looking like a lost puppy
"sorry y/n/n but I've missed my best friend so-" this was when Bobbie felt to make her presence known "hold up! Wait a minute! If anyone is y/f/n's best friend; it's ME. So sit down mate, she's mine" bobbie stated proudly, reminding you of your (then) puppy when meeting Bucky
Shaking your head you introduced Bobbie and greeted everyone else, sitting down inbetween Pietro and Wanda you looked around the room, the obvious man who wasn't in the room still plagued your mind "hey,guys where Bucky?" You asked with a small smile, the avengers a looked at you as if you'd grown 2 heads "what? Can't I see my boyfriend?" You laughed, greeted with silence you stood up "I check I'll check his room then?" You asked wearily before all but sprinting our the room, barely noticing how the room erupted and bob and Steve had run after you.
The elevator door closed as soon as you stepped inside, you were so confused, why was everyone so shocked? Especially when you called him your boyfriend? And Steve looked mortified! Taking a deep breath you stepped out and walked to your "boyfriends" door
"hmm yes buck!" A feminine voice sighed from the room as you neared it, stopping about a step away from the door you could almost feel the tears gathering in your e/c orbs, pushing them away you stopped to listen...not a sound came out, your mind must have been playing tricks surely!
Gulping a big breath of air you stepped forwards and opened the door quickly "Bucky! Surprise! I'm- Oh my god" your playful tone turned quiet and lifeless and you took in the scene Infront of you, bucky laying almost naked ontop of a scantily clad Natasha
•
Steve knew something was wrong the moment you asked for Bucky, why would she ask where Bucky is? Bucky had told the team he broke up with her to date Natasha MONTHS ago, then y/n called him her boyfriend and the entire team was stunned as it dawned onto steve.
Bucky didn't break up with his girlfriend, he was cheating on her with Natasha whilst the girl was off being a good person in England.
Steve quickly ran after his friend, Bobbie following shortly after as they attempted to keep up with the h/c girl, when the elevator doors closed quickly the man knew he was far too late.
"Rogers? Care to explain?!" Morse snapped as she stared up at the giant of a man
"buck...no" too in shock to believe Bucky, HIS Bucky would do this, words Jumbled and the man leaned against the wall awaiting the lift to come
"spit it out Rogers! If something is wrong with my best friend I need to know!" Barbara placed a hand onto the blondes arm, staring into his eyes as she searched for answers
"Bucky said they broke up, he's been seeing natasha since October"
•
Bucky knew he'd messed up, quickly scrambling off of natasha and throwing the blanket over her barely clothes body the ex assassin stared up at his girlfriend...well ex now he guessed
"you... little...I can't even.." you gasped out as you stepped back into the hallway
"y/n! Baby no!" He cried running after you
"OH FUCK OFF BARNES" your calm yet betrayed tone turned Malicious as you turned too him in a rage and screamed, the other avengers at this point had caught up and we're watching shocked, they had seen your angry side of the field or in life or death situations (or scariest of all, during monopoly) but never had you ever screamed or raised your voice at any of them and here you were fists clenched and body shaking as you stated at the man Infront of you.
"YOU ARE HONESTLY THE MOST EVIL MAN I'VE EVER MET! WHILST IM OUT THERE WORKING SO HARD FOR SHIELD YOURE WHORING AROUND WITH THAT SLAG?!" You screamed, natahsa at this point had stepped out and stared at you in shock
"Hey! You want a punch, bitch?!"
"she's not a slag!" The pair yelled at the same time, this just fueled your rage.
"OH FUCK OF! DON'T KID ANY OF US NATASHA YOU SLEEP YPUR WAY THROUGH LIFE AND YOU BARNES IM SURPRISED YOU EVEN GOT NATASHA SEEING AS YOURE SO FUCKED UP I'M EVEN SURPRISED YOU GOT ME!" you had no idea where this was coming from but rage and pain from all these few months had come crashing down on you
Feeling a familiar and protective arm wrap around your shoulders you expected the figure to pull you away, or hug you, or calm you but no- Barbra Mose does NOT tolerate betrayal and most certainly not when it's directed at her best friend
"you're surprised? Babes, the whore has probably slept around with half the world, i mean the cheap cunt probably had to flash her saggy boobs and that bitch ran to her with open arms" Bobbie stated, her voice strong and insulting yet everyone without even knowing this woman could tell that she was about to commit a murder.
"let's go, hun" bobbie stated, your energy gone as you pushed through the team behind you, however you stopped and turned to see that Bucky and natasha, although looking guitly had traveled to eachother, you turned back to face them and took menacing steps towards them, as soon as you were in range of the pair you cocked your fist back and bought it to the throat of your boy- your ex.
"bye Barnes, rot in hell with this demon of a woman"
And with that you called Phil, you wanted to disconnect the avengers from the S.A.B and told him that you would be extending your trip; it was time to step up as director, you were here now and your job was to make sure Sheild is at the top, and no sex obsessed dick of an ex is gonna break you.
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Okay it's so bad I know but the first parts were in my drafts for so long and I need to start writing again, I accidentally deleted my Steve imagine AND the first Bucky imagine so I'm trying to get those back but I'm also trying to actually right again. No one's gonna read this I know but it was a fun idea I had that strayed far, plus as long as I like my writing I'll keep doing it and maybe I'll do a part 2? Idk
based of the song “from the dining table” by harry styles
warnings: cheating, liqour, feelings, lots of language, angst, iM soRRY
The night wasn’t supposed to go this way. You had come back from a mission early, elated to surprise your loving boyfriend. Seems more like you were the one surprised instead. As you trudged up the stairs to your shared apartment, it was startling to find two people standing in front of the cheaply made door.
It didn’t take long to realize who one of them was, tall with a dark haired man bun. Your Bucky. What you didn’t know, was who the other person was. Or why the pair of them were standing so close.
You swiftly hid behind the wall concealing the stairway and listened closely. You could feel your head pound to the rhythm of your heart and the tips of your fingers tapped together in anxiousness.
“I really had a great time, Buck.” The woman had obviously spoken, using the nickname reserved for his closest friends and you.
“Me too, doll.” Your heart twindged at the adorning name but you couldn’t find it in you to reveal yourself.
“Maybe next time, we can end it at my place?” She spoke suggestively and you could hear it followed by Bucky’s chuckled.
“I’d like that,” You peeked your head around the corner and took in the sight before your eyes. Her long arms around his neck and nails in this hair, her lips planted firmly on his. His arms snaked around her hourglass figure as he lifted her off the ground and reached for the door knob.
You felt physically ill. With your stomached tied into several knots and your knees feeling weak, you turned on your heel and slowly walked down the stairs leaning on the wall for support.
Of course it had to rain this night of all. The cold splatters soaked you to the core as you stepped out into the night. The rising bile in your throat made an appearance as you ran to the bushes and dry heaved seemingly forever.
You chest hurt and it felt like someone was stabbing into you repeatedly, all the while rubbing salt in the wounds. You stumbled to a standing positions and began walking toward the hotel a block from your- his apartment.
The receptionist had noticed your distraught look, recognizing it as heartbreak; something no one was immune to. She took pity on your defeated form and gave you a room on the top floor, far from anyone. With a muted thanks and a slow sluggish walk you willed yourself to the elevator to the 14th floor.
The room was nice, with a crystal chandelier and a mini fridge, any other time you would have been elated but now you just wanted to cry. You stood in front of the closed mahogany door and the tears you managed to keep in spilled from your bloodshot eyes. Sliding down the door, and shook violently as you screamed out in frustration.
How could he do that to you? How could he find another woman within the weeks time you were gone. Thats when it hit you, it was going on much longer than that. All the late night gym trips and sudden disappearances had added up. How did you not see it before? How had you been so stupid? So blind to what was right in front of you?
The pristine white of the bed mocked you, the purity of the sheets mocked you. You had given Bucky everything you had, and he tainted it all without you noticing. Your pure view on him was ruined, ripped apart and stomped on until there was nothing left with dust, painful dust. Sorta like your heart.
You shakily stood and stripped the soaked clothes from your body and dragged
yourself to the shower. The water burned your skin and left you raw and red, but you secretly hoped it would wash your pain away. You stayed in there until you felt so tired you were worried you may collapse in the shower.
The bed was cool against your hot and raw skin and soothed the scars of your heart. Your eyes stared at the white ceiling and the tears leaked out of the sides of your eyes. Sleep engulfed you like the darkness your heart now felt.
Woke up alone in this hotel room
Played with myself, where were you?
The sun shone through the opened curtains and you winced, the pounding sensation in your head making you feel delirious.
The unfamiliar room was puzzling to you until the events of last night rushed to your mind. The pain reinstated itself into your chest and you pulled a shaky breath, unable to cry anymore.
The digital clock next to the bed read 10:47 and the lump in your throat grew as you thought of Bucky. His mystery woman was probably making them breakfast, or was leaving to go home. Thoughts ran through your head at a rapid pace and you stopped yourself.
You didn’t deserve to feel this pain.
You threw the mini fridge open and found they had no alcohol stored, but when you walked to the door to run to the bar downstairs, you found a bottle of bourbon at your feet.
A small note was attached and you bent over to inspect it. “Heartbreak’s a bitch, but bourbon isn’t” You realized it must have been from the receptionist and faintly smiled as you picked the glass bottle up.
It was half gone by twelve.
Fell back to sleep,
I got drunk by noon.
I never felt less cool.
It was another day before you gathered the courage to go home. To him.
Standing in front of the cheap and poorly painted door of your apartment, it almost seemed unreal. Walking into what was once a home filled with blissful memories, it was hard to believe there was something sinister behind closed doors.
You cautiously treaded on the wooden floor, not wanting encounter anyone. Much to your dismay, Bucky was sitting on the couch and heard you come in.
“Doll?” He grinned widely, rushing towards you to engulf you in a hug. You stood in the embrace, not moving to hold him too. He took notice and pulled back with a concerned look. “You okay?”
You pulled a sad smile and nodded, “Just tired” The lied passed straight through yor teeth so effortlessly you wondered why you explode on him.
The rest of the day had been filled with silence, besides Bucky’s attempts at starting a conversation. He tried to understand that you were tired, but his frustration was obvious.
we haven’t spoke since you went away
the comfortable silence is so overrated
why won’t you ever say what you want to say?
“Doll, you gotta talk to me. I haven’t had anything to do since you left.” He whined and pouted his bottom lip at you. It was so cute you almost forgave his sins right there.
You scoffed and mumbled under your breath, “But you had someone to do.” You dipped a tea bag into some boiled water and tried to avert your attention.
Bucky furrowed his thick eyebrows, “What was that, love?”
You set the mug aside to sit and rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Nothing, James.” That had caught him off guard, you never called him James.
Why won’t you ever say what you want to say?” He groaned and leaned against the white countertop.
Something in his tone had ticked a nerve, and that’s the exactly moment things went from bad, to hell.
“You wanna know what I have to say?” You snapped, turning around and facing him, anger etched into your features. He gave you a look that urged you to continue, so you did.
“What did you really do while I was gone, hm?”
His stomach dropped for a split second before he regained himself and tried to reason that you had no idea. “Whaddya mean, doll?”
“Oh shut the fuck up James.” The anger and betrayal leaked through your voice and he knew everything was going to change.
“Excuse me?” He tried, feigning confusion to her outburst.
“So who is she, Buck?” You glared into his blue eyes and saw fear flash through them. “An agent? A civilian? Some random whore?” You spat and began to walk away.
“The hell are you talking about, (Y/N)”
“Jesus Christ James! Just stop lying already. I fucking know you’ve been sleeping with someone else.”
The pain that pulsed through your heart showed in your eyes, because Bucky took a step back and felt a knot form in his throat.
“I came home two days ago, and saw you and the skank outside of our door.” You whispered and ran a shaky hand through your hair.
His blue eyes got glassy and he was at a loss for words. For the first time, James Barnes didn’t know what to say to woman. “Doll-”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT DAMNIT!” You screamed slamming your palms on the counter.
“THEN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?” He yelled back, fat tears starting to roll down his scruffy cheeks.
“NOTHING! IT MAKES IT WAY EASIER TO HATE YOU THAT WAY.” You screamed and blinked rapidly to push the oncoming tears back
“Oh so you’re gonna hate me now? After one lousy mistake?”
He was trying to play the victim. To flip the whole situation like it was your fault he cheated. “Oh stop being such a fucking prick. I know it was more than once.” You turned around and placed your palms on the counter that was previously behind you. “All the nights out. The early morning disappearances. It all makes sense now.” You gritted out through your teeth as the tear spilled over your clenched eyelids.
“Well it wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t such a shit girlfriend. You were never good enough!” He seemed to realize the venomous words that slipped off his tongue and immediately wished he could take them back.
It happened so fast he barely had time to react. The mug filled with hot tea flew passed his head and shattered against the wall as glass flew to every inch of the room. “Maybe everyone was right,” You spoke fiercely before shrinking to a whisper. “I’m not good enough. But at least i’m not a monster like you.”
He had never felt pain like he had in that moment. His stomach knotted so tightly he feared he was going to puke all over. His temples pounded to the beat of his heart and his world spun around him. How had he done this to you, he wondered. To the one person who had ever accepted him after everything he did, and forgave every thing he had done in the past. How had he tainted the one pure thing left in his life? How had he taken every inch of your big heart only to vandalize it with infidelity and hateful words? He hated himself, he hated what he did to you. And he would never forgive himself.
As you rolled your packed luggage to the door, tears soaking your pink cheeks, you paused. Bucky sat crumpled to his knees, his head buried in his hand and he cried roughly. Your heart lurched at the defeated sight, and had it not been for the cab already waiting downstairs, you would have stayed. His crystal blue eyes traced your features, trying to memorize every detail before you walked out of his life forever.
“I hope she was worth it, James.” You whispered before walking out the cheaply painted door, wishing never to see his face again.
Your last words haunted his sleep for years. He had never regretted anything so deeply and sincerely.
On what would have been your 6th anniversary, had he not ruined everything, he picked up his phone and typed in the number that was forever chiseled into his brain. Pressing send, he let out a shaky breath and waited.
“I’m sorry.”
He waited and waited for the familiar ding of his phone. But it never came. He would have to wait until death to be relieved from the weight on his shoulders. And he did.
Maybe one day you’ll call me
and tell me that you’re sorry, too.
But you, you never do.
Summary: Anna is your best friend. Anna recently broke up her with shitty boyfriend, Bucky. Anna wants you to go pick up her stuff from their shared apartment. Bucky hates you. You hate Bucky. But you soon realize that there’s a thin line between hate and horny.
warning: SMUT. daddy!bucky, sub!reader, reader + bucky are both kinda shitty people (but so is anna so like, it’s okay?), many rules of the girl code are about to be broken, off-screen stevexreader. also, a LOT of swearing
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“The fuck are you doing here?”
You roll your eyes at his blunt tone and the dirty look in his eyes. With folded arms, you lean against the door frame, glaring right back at him. “The fuck do you think? I’m here to pick up Anna’s shit.”
He lets out an overdramatic, long sigh. “Seriously? Just like that?”
Snorting, you shrug. “What; did you think she was gonna leave it all here? Some of that shit is valuable, you know.”
“It’s been three days,” Bucky says with a clenched jaw. “Can she not come and talk to me about this?”
“Look, I seriously couldn’t give a fuck about your relationship,” You tell him with a bored tone. “All I know is that it’s fucking over, and you need to get that into your fucking head. So move out of my way, and let me get Anna’s fucking shit.”
Reluctantly, he steps aside, wordlessly permitting you to enter. And enter you did, the sound of your heeled boots hitting the ground with every step you took. As you look around, you’re disheartened at how normal it all looks. “Really?” You ask him, spinning on your heel with a frown. “You didn’t even have the decency to box her shit up?”
He slams the door shut behind him, his eyes narrowing. “And that bitch didn’t even have the decency to break up with me in person.”
You tilt your head, confused. Anna had told you otherwise. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the crappy break-up text,” He reveals, making your eyebrows raise.
“She did it over text?” You ask. “She didn’t tell me that.”
Bucky lets out a dry laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure there’s a lot of shit she lied to you about.”
Smirking, you take off your leather jacket and place it on the back of his couch. “She probably lied about how good you are in bed, seeing as the minute you guys broke up, she admitted to faking it every single time.”
That touched a nerve. His metal hand clenches into a fist, sending a shiver down your spine. You’ve always been intrigued by it, to the point where you’ve almost asked Anna if he’s ever used it in bed, but you held back in case she accused you of being interested in her boyfriend.
“Just take her shit and fuck off,” He grumbles, before storming over to the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind him.
You hold back a snort and take out the list of items Anna gave you of the things you are absolutely not to forget. She had taken most of her things, but in her enraged rush out of the apartment, she understandably left some things behind.
laptop + charger (don’t fucking forget the charger)
yankee candles - there’s 3 limited edition ones in my dresser I NEED
underwear (esp. the pink fenty set)
grey fluffy blanket
There are two entire pages of the most boring, nondescript items possible, but you owe it to her to collect them all. After all, Anna's the only reason you felt confident enough to take on life in New York fucking City, and she has helped you out numerous times before.
You find around half of the items when you traipse over to the bedroom. Knocking on it, you wait until Bucky lets out a grunt before walking in.
It's dark, and messy, but you weren’t exactly expecting a honeymoon suite.
“What?” He asks gruffly, laying on his back in the bed while staring up at the ceiling.
With a deep breath, you manage to keep in your laughs at how pathetic he looks, and turn on the light. “I’m gonna need that blanket back, Barney.”
He lets out a long groan, before sitting up and resting against the headboard. With a glare, he crumples up the blanket that was covering his legs and throws it over to you.
You catch it and fold it in your arms, giving him a smug look. “What were you expecting, exactly?”
Bucky’s eyes narrow as he looks over to you. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“I mean, you were literally the worst boyfriend ever,” You state with an incredulous scoff. “I’m surprised she even put up with you for eight months.”
“I was not the worst-”
“Did you not cheat on her?” You ask with a deadpan expression. “Like, two days into your relationship?”
“You don’t fucking know anything,” He says angrily, getting up to his feet. You notice that he's only in a tight black top and some loose grey boxers. “We weren’t even officially dating back then.”
“You were still a shitty boyfriend,” You maintain with a smirk. “You forgot her birthday, tried to make it up to her with a fucking cup signed by Iron Man when it’s a known fact that Cap’s her favorite, you were late to almost every date - oh, and here’s the kicker; you laughed in her face when she told you she loved you.”
He processes your words before sneering. “Don’t call him that.”
You tilt your head, “What are you talking-”
“Calling him ‘Cap’ like you know him,” He cuts you off with a bitter tone. “When you don’t.”
“What do you mean? Steve and I are buddies,” You tell him nonchalantly with a shrug. “Besides; he likes when I call him ‘Cap’. Makes his cheeks pink.”
“And,” Bucky begins, choosing to ignore how angry your comments about Steve make him while stalking over to you. “I only laughed when she said ‘I love you’ because I knew she didn’t fucking mean it. And you know what she did? She broke up with me - proving my fucking point!”
“Oh, whatever,” You groan, turning to leave. “I literally could not give a single shit.”
“You know, you keep saying that,” He comments, following you out of the bedroom. “You keep acting like you don’t care- then why the fuck are you here?”
You roll your eyes at how stupid he is. “I’m here because I care about Anna, and because she’d rather swallow razor blades than have to see you again.”
“You’re here for Anna, huh?” Bucky questions, a sly smirk on his face which unnerves you. “Then why the fuck do you keep glancing down at the imprint of my cock?”
You laugh. It's all you can do. A mixture of nervousness, embarrassment, and a clear attempt to prove he's wrong leads you to bursting into laughter, shaking your head. “Holy shit, Barnes. You really are deluded, aren’t you?”
The smirk only grows on his lips, his eyes looking you up and down. “Wanna know something? Sometimes, I wish it was you I took home that night.”
Your breath hitches in your throat at the mention of that fucking night, the memory of which comes crashing down on you like an unexpected wave.
“And then Jason said he’d be down, as long as I didn’t kiss Ranvir,” Elena told you, her voice slurring as he hunched over the sink. “Which, like, what the fuck is up with that? Kissing is such an important part of sex for me.”
You sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as you tried to ignore the feeling that you were floating on a boat. “Well, you need to be careful. Having a threesome could ruin things with Jason.”
“But we trust each other,” She insisted with a pout, looking up at you through the reflection in the mirror. “I just- hic- I just wanted to take our relationship to the next level.”
“I wouldn’t say a threesome is the next level,” You said with a laugh, feeling yourself relax as the effects of the alcohol began simmering down. “It’s more like... a side mission. It’s definitely an option, but it isn’t mandatory. If you do it, it could be great. You could win some extra points and maybe a new skill or two. Or, you could get killed, and the game would end.”
Elena took in your words with wide eyes, her mouth opening and closing like a fish while she contemplated things. “I need to talk to Jase. Right now.”
Before you had a chance to say anything, she grabbed your hand and pulled you off the counter. You almost tripped and face-planted the ground in the process, but you were able to find your footing and keep up with her rushed journey out of the bathroom and back into the bar.
The dancefloor was busier than when you last saw it, but it wasn’t Elena’s destination. Instead, she pulled you back over to where Anna and the boys were sitting in a booth, empty jugs and toppled over glasses covering the table.
When you got there, you saw a few new people with your friends. Anna’s eyes widened when they landed on you and she rushed over, pulling on your hands. “You won’t fucking believe it.”
“What?” You asked, just wanting to get a drink as you felt yourself sober up.
The excitement in her eyes was unlike anything you had seen before, and you admittedly felt it rubbing off on you. “The fucking Avenger guys are here. The hot ones.”
“Aren’t they all the hot ones?” You asked with a mumble, letting her drag you over to the table.
“Guys, this is my best friend, Y/N,” Anna introduced, smiling widely before turning to you. “Y/N, this is Steve, Bucky, and Sam.” She spoke proudly, as though she herself had created them.
Sure, they were good looking. Sure, they had celebrity. Sure, they had literally saved the world multiple times.
But you just wanted a fucking drink.
You were polite and greeted them, not thinking much of the interaction- until your eyes met a pair of blue ones, and it felt like the world had stopped turning just so you could focus on speaking to this magnificent being.
“Hi,” You managed to get out, feeling tingles when he took your hand in his. “I’m Y/N.”
He smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat. “I should’ve known a jewel as pretty as you would have just as pretty a name.”
Before you could offer him a blowjob, Anna practically jumped onto him, her hands digging into his arms. “This one’s mine, Y/N,” She informed you with a cheeky wink. “Is it okay if I leave a little early tonight?”
You felt disheartened, but it wasn’t the end of the world. It was typical for Anna to get first dibs on guys, and most of the time she didn’t even need to call dibs- they’d naturally gravitate towards her confidence and beauty. “Of course,” You replied, unable to meet the man’s eyes as you kept your gaze trained on Anna. “Just be careful, and text me when you get home.”
“I always do!” She sang before dragging him away, but not before you and him could share one last look that said, ‘Fuck, I wish it was you I was going home with’.
Instead of letting your mind imagine what they must have been getting up to, you got to know Sam and Steve while trying to drown out the sound of Elena begging Jason to drop the threesome idea.
“You snooze, you lose,” You say with a casual tone, hoping your facial expression isn’t betraying you.
“Only thing I lost out on was a good fuck,” He muses, smugness on his features. “Anna may be a lot of things, but she’s sure as hell a lot less annoying than you.”
Glaring at him, you place the blanket into the box of Anna’s things before giving him a pointed look. “You think about fucking me a lot?”
Bucky gives you a toothy grin. “All the damn time. If you weren’t so annoying, I’d act on it.”
You laugh again, shaking your head while busying yourself with picking up Anna’s trinkets from the coffee table. “You’re such an ass.”
“It would have saved me eight months, too,” He begins, walking over to you. “If I had taken you home that night, I wouldn’t have been in a useless relationship for the better part of a year.”
“No?” You ask absentmindedly, trying to act nonchalant while stacking up tiny plates and potpourri into Anna’s box.
“Nope,” Bucky confirms. “I’d have fucked you and never seen you again.”
“What makes you so sure about that?” You ask, finally looking over and meeting his eyes.
He licks his lips before answering you. “Anna, I saw a future with. She’s a good girl. Sensible, most of the time, and devoted to me. You, on the other hand,” He lets out a dry laugh, a wicked grin on his lips. “You’re not exactly the type of girl I’d move in with after three months.”
You fake a pout and poke his metal arm. “Are you trying to hurt my feelings, Mr. Barnes?”
“Not at all,” He maintains, crossing his arms across his chest. “Just telling you the truth.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so scared of me, you would have taken me home that night,” You challenge him. “But you chose the good girl. The sensible girl. The girl who promised you her devotion. And for that, you were served with boring sex.”
He laughs loudly, falling back onto the couch. “Who said it was boring?”
“Anna, for one,” You tell him with a sly smirk. “I didn’t peg you as a gentle spooner.”
“What can I say?” He asks with a shrug. “I know my audience.”
You turn around, done with the conversation, and bend over to plug out Anna’s laptop charger. To your confusion, Bucky starts laughing, making you roll your eyes before spinning on your heels to face him. “What?” You spit maliciously.
“Kinda laying it on thick there, darlin’,” He begins with a smug tone, making you huff. “You come over to my place, days after I break up with your best friend, wearing the shortest skirt you own. What’s your play here?”
A snort leaves your nose. “If you must know, Barney, I just came back from a hot date.” Walking closer to him, you lift up your chin and meet his eyes. “And this is not the shortest skirt I own.”
“No?” He mumbles, his jaw clenching as he looks you up and down. “How was the date?”
You shrug, “Boring.”
He pouts, placing his cool metal hand on your hip and making you shiver. “That’s a shame. He missed out on what could have been the greatest night of his life.”
Raising an eyebrow, you bite back your smirk. “And how would you know about that?”
A dry laugh leaves his mouth. “Anna told you what I was like in bed.” Leaning closer, he drops his voice to a teasing whisper. “And Steve told me all about you.”
You’re lost for words, your lips parting but failing to muster up some words. Bucky begins sauntering away, but you can’t let him leave you after dropping such a bombshell. “I hardly even remember that night with Steve.”
He faces you, grinning. “You’re quite the heartbreaker, aren’t you?”
“Is that why you’re so scared of me?” You challenge, biting your lip. “You think I’ll break your heart, too?”
“Darlin’, I have no heart to break,” He tells you. “Just ask Anna.”
“So why stay with her for so long?” You question him. “If you never felt anything?”
“I cared about her,” He insists. “I still do. I thought that would have been enough for her.”
“An orgasm or two would’ve helped,” You tease, to which he groans.
“I’m not bad at sex,” Bucky tells you through gritted teeth. “She was just... too gentle for the kind of sex I wanted.”
Now, that sounds intriguing.
“Oh?” You walk over to him, teasingly trailing a finger down his chest. “Is that so?”
“What are you doing?” He asks gruffly, tightly grabbing your hand. “Don’t start something you won’t be brave enough to end.”
You laugh at his overdramatic words. “Calm down, Barney. I’m just playing with you.”
“So play with me,” He utters, taking hold of your hips and pulling you closer. “Just this once.” You begin to laugh, but he continues talking before you can say anything. “It’ll be our little secret. It isn’t like we’ll see each other again after this.”
You’re in disbelief at what you’re hearing. “Are you insane?”
“You can’t deny that there’s been a sexual tension between us since the night we met,” He stated gravely, keeping his hands tight on your hips. “I know you want me just as much as I want you.”
He’s right. God, he’s so right. “But, Anna-”
“Fuck Anna,” He cuts you off bluntly, his hypnotic eyes boring into yours. “She isn’t here. She won’t find out.”
Swallowing, your eyes widen. Are you actually thinking about doing this? “Barnes-”
“Let me make you cum,” Bucky mumbles, making your legs squeeze together. His lips brush against your ear, his smooth voice lowering. “I know how naughty you are. How naughty you can be. I know our sinful secret will only make you cum harder.”
It doesn’t take long for him to pick you up and take you into the bedroom, where he drops you onto the bed with a bounce. He strips down while you do the same, throwing your clothes onto the floor where they form a pile. Now naked, Bucky climbs on top of you, his action filled with urgency.
“I’ve been waiting to try you for so long,” He admits, grinding his boner against your inner thigh. “I’ve had lucid dreams of this moment.”
You laugh at his admission, spreading your legs a little wider for him. Finally, your lips meet in a hot kiss, your mouths immediately opening as your tongues stroke against each other. He sucks and bites down on your bottom lip while trailing his finger up your thigh and onto your throbbing clit. You’re already wet, but his touch makes your pussy even wetter, as he begins rubbing circles on your sensitive bud.
“Oh, fuck,” You whine, bucking your hips.
“So soft and wet for me,” He whispers, placing his free hand around his cock and pumping himself, getting his shaft as hard as possible for you. It doesn’t take long for him to be fully erect, his fingers slipping into your entrance while he rubs his dick against your stomach. “You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” You let out with a whimper. “Please, Sir.”
He shivers at the name, wasting no time in bringing the tip of his dick to your needing, wanting cunt. With his metal hand tightly holding your hip in place and his flesh hand cupping your cheek, he plunges into you, giving you every inch he has. Your back arches and your eyes roll back as you feel him fill you up and stretch you out, with a perfection that only nature could write.
Bucky groans at the sensation of your tight pussy gripping him, and he takes a deep breath while trying to calm down his heart rate. He cannot allow himself to cum this fast. You’d never let him live it down.
With new determination to last, he begins fucking you, hard and slow, making you moan beneath him. He revels in the sounds, knowing that he is the conductor of the music. “That feel good, baby?” He asks you, but you can’t reply. Your mind is elsewhere, in a place where only Bucky’s touch and voice and smell and sight and taste matter. You’re floating in a bubble that he blew up just for you, but after some dazed moments you see his blue eyes and you float back down to semi-reality.
“Yes, daddy,” You say, in too much bliss to regret it. If you were in your right mind, you’d be mortified at what just left your mouth - but here, in the bubble, you don’t care.
Bucky, on the other hand, grits his teeth. Are you purposely trying to make him cum before even three minutes had passed? Nobody has ever called him ‘daddy’ before, and he never really got why Sam and Steve would rave about it so much - but now, he understands. He completely fucking understands. “Holy fuck,” He groans, resting his forehead against yours. “That was fucking hot.”
You only moan in response as his cock pummels in and out of you, speeding up. He lifts up one of your legs, resting your calf on his shoulder, before leaning forward again. The new angle allows him to fuck you deeper, hitting your g-spot over and over.
“You feel so good around daddy’s cock,” He tells you, causing a stupefied grin to grow on your lips. “So fucking good.”
Your hands hold his head close to yours, your fingers rubbing his scalp, causing his eyes to roll back. “Am I your good girl?” You ask innocently, needing to hear him say it.
Bucky can’t believe how good he feels. He thought Steve may have been over-exaggerating when he called you the best one-night-stand ever, but now he realized that Steve hadn’t hyped it up enough. Then, a slight fear came to Bucky- what if he likes this too much? As agreed, this is a one-time thing, but what if one time isn’t enough?
“Daddy, please,” You beg, tearing up. “Say I’m your good girl.”
Who gives a fuck whether this is a one-time thing? He’s too overwhelmed by you and the situation to refuse anything you ask of him. “You’re my good girl, baby,” He mumbles, making you moan with delight. “You’re daddy’s good girl.”
Bucky feels your pussy clench around his cock as he speaks, driving him to chase that feeling.
“Fuck, baby,” Bucky groans, his thrusts getting sloppy as you both feel your orgasms approaching. “You gonna be good and take all of daddy’s cum?”
“Yes, yes,” You promise, squealing as his thumb makes its way down to rub rapid circles on your clit. Holding your breath, your orgasm washes over you and you scream out with pleasure, digging your nails into Bucky’s back. “Fuck, daddy!”
He can’t take it anymore. Feeling your juices squirt around his cock, Bucky fucks you faster before his own orgasm hits. He fills you with his hot cum, letting out a shuddered breath. “Oh, fuck, baby.” He thrusts a few more times, making sure to give you every drop, before pulling out of you with a low groan.
You’re whimpering and mewling underneath him, while he collapses onto you, breathing heavily. In your head, you’re still floating around in that bubble, unable to come to grips with reality just yet. After a few minutes, though, you hit the ground, and realize just what happened.
Feeling a wave of embarrassment, you put your hands on Bucky’s shoulders and push his body off of you. You can’t believe you fucking called him daddy.
“You okay?” He asks softly, almost dragging you right back into that bubble.
But you fight it. No matter how much you want him to take you into his arms and stroke your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you fight it.
“I’m sorry,” You stumble, sitting up and moving to the edge of his bed. “It’s just - I went into...” Would he even understand the concept of subspace?
“It’s okay,” He assures you, even though he doesn’t exactly understand what it is you’re apologizing for. “That was... great.”
“It was,” You agree, picking up your clothes and pulling them on. Once you’re clothed, you turn back to face him and give him a small smile. “I look forward to never seeing you again.”
Your words dishearten him, but he does well not to show. “Me too, darlin’.”
Opening the drawer behind you, you pull out the three Yankee candles Anna asked for before waving at him. “Goodbye, forever.”
He watches you walk towards the door, giving you a salute. “And ever.”
