Reach For Me - Finding release -14
Masterlist
-Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes/Bucky x You/x reader (afab) no use of y/n
Word count: 6.7k
Synopsis: He comes close to you, hands running down your side. Feeling you quiver as he gets to the hem of your shirt. Your reactions always catches him off guard, how excited you were for the simplest of things that he did.
MINORS and AI dickbags GET OUT. I am not in control of how you interact with my work. My work is not to be used or reused for anything
Rating/Warning: Hurt/comfort, minor angst, fluff, minor description of wounds, brace, crutch, kissing, mutual masturbation, graphic descriptions of nudity? shower masturbation, this one is a little steamer than the last. (If I missed anything let me know)
All mistakes, grammar, and plot holes are my own.
Dividers@/cafekitsune
Waking up next to you was still new for Bucky. You often would be in his worn shirt and shorts, wrapped up in a blanket with your hair tousled. It didn’t feel real, that you’d sleep beside him on purpose. Choose every day to be beside him. Your eyes flutter open, brows scrunching when you see him staring. Grabbing the blanket, you drag it up over your face with a groan.
“It’s too early, the sun isn’t even up,” You grumble under the covers.
Bucky ducks under the covers with you, looking at you in the small tent he’s made. “You can keep sleeping,”
You huff, wiggling closer and kissing his nose. “But you’re awake, and I could use breakfast.”
He moves closer, tucking an arm under your waist and dragging you against him. A small squeak leaves you, as you tuck yourself against his side. Leaning down, he kisses your forehead, down your nose, and across your cheeks. Giggles escaping out of you, as you roll yourself so you're facing him. His hand cupping your cheeks and kissing you, your hand rests on his chest. It feels perfect, normal.
Then his phone is going off.
You groan as he pulls away, tossing the blanket back so he can grab his phone. Steve’s name flashes on it. Bucky debates whether to answer it or not. You wave a hand, already starting to get out of bed.
“Hey, Steve. Morning,” Bucky sighs, watching you disappear into the shower. “Better be good.”
“We got intel, can be off the ground in an hour if you’re ready to go?” Steve states into the phone like it isn’t five am.
Bucky groans, rubbing his face, “Okay, I will be ready to go.”
He hangs up the phone and is already moving to the closet. Grabbing new clothes and throwing them on, already deciding to skip breakfast. Bucky felt annoyance creep up his neck; he’d really wanted to spend a morning with you.
You pop in, dressed, hair wrapped up in a towel, still looking half asleep. Taking him in, you let out a small huff, which he knows is you being disappointed.
“It’s a half day mission, I’ll be back before dinner,” Bucky says, coming over to stand in front of you.
“And I am still not cleared.” You cross your arms, flopping down onto the bed. “I know. I know. It’s fine.”
Bucky crouches down in front of you, his hand gently resting on your knee. It was still in a brace, you were moving around more, but still needed an arm crutch for any long periods.
You look at him, eyes a little hazed, “Just struggling, I’ve hit a block with the builds. The emps are not sizing up properly. And I was excited to maybe get to spend the day with you.”
His heart flutters; he knew you were working hard. Too hard, according to Dr. Tamalin. She was hell bent on making you rest, and you were determined to get stuff done, one way or another.
“Sweetheart,” He says softly, taking your small hands in his. “You are doing so much already. You need to heal, take the day off. For me.”
You grumble, “Fine. I got to finish book three anyway.” He grins, kissing your forehead again. “Plus, I can give Melody a break from Sam.”
That made him laugh, “I am surprised she hasn’t quit.”
“I think she likes him, in a weird way.” You grin, standing up and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him. “And when you get back, me and you, dinner.”
“Chinese food?” He asks, kissing you back, trying to ignore how warm you made him feel.
“Extra spring rolls,” You promise, “Now get out there before Steve comes to find us.”
Bucky grins and takes off out the door.
You’re sitting in Pepper’s office, it’s stunning, with big windows on two sides, everything perfectly organized. A sprawling abstract painting in gold and red on the other. It was both opposing and comforting, in a way Pepper could only pull off.
“Nice to see you, Doc,” She says with a smile, closing the tablet in front of her. “I am guessing you’re here to talk about you and Bucky?”
Sitting straighter, you nod your head. “Yes, I wanted to touch base with you about it.”
She blinks a few times, swiping something away from the screen beside her. “What about?”
“Is the relationship going to affect my position here?” You ask bluntly, not bothering with poking around the bush. It had been weighing on you for some time, and you were surprised that Pepper hadn’t brought it up before.
Pepper goes to speak, stops, and then sighs, “Do you feel like it is affecting things?”
Confusion crosses your face, not sure what to think. You instead reply honestly, as you always had with her. “No. I believe I can maintain a professional relationship, particularly with his prosthetic. That said, I would ask that we have a doctor on standby to deal with any major injuries.”
A smile crosses her face, “Dr. Damian Miller has signed on, along with a couple of others. We made arrangements when you were cleared to go on missions.”
Your mouth opens. Pepper, as always, was one step ahead of you. “Oh.” Shaking your head with a small laugh. “Of course, you have it covered.”
Pepper chuckles, “Doc, you’re a key part of our team. We wouldn’t be the same without you.” Flipping open her tablet, she types a few things in. “Nothing in this tower is,” She waves her hand in the air. “Typical. And I doubt you’d be one to abuse your power over Bucky. Anymore than Tony would with me.”
“Neither of us would dare.” You grin, a knot that had been sitting in your chest relaxing. “I really appreciate this, Pepper.”
“Of course, Doc.” Pepper replies with a small smile. “Don’t be a stranger.”
Downstairs, you and Sam have the lab mostly to yourselves. You were supposed to be relaxing, but after a particularly devastating chapter, and Sam falling asleep under a book, you both decided some lab work won’t hurt. He was in a walking boot, with his arm still wrapped in a cast; being able to move was a lifesaver. The man was losing his mind, not being able to move.
Now you had the layout for Rhodes’ suit in front of you, the emps seemed to affect his suit the most. Starks seemed fine, Sam would have minor glitches, but Rhodes would fall out of the sky for a solid thirty seconds. Which could be a death sentence. It needed to be figured out before your large emps could be used. That was if you could get them to cooperate with you.
Sam was currently flipping through his own suit, adjusting things, and showing different paint colors that he prefers. His wings are a full rebuild; there had been little to gather from the rubble. Getting his input was helpful; he understood the tech a lot more than he let on. Pointing out different flaws and issues he had run into. You’d also both agreed to look at strengthening the wings; you really wish you could get your hands on some vibranium right about now. Extra weight was concerning, and genetic testing hadn’t shown any mutations that would help his body deal with the strain.
The doors open, and Lily walks in, along with a couple of other lab techs who you suppose have clearance. Sam watches her as carefully as you do, the two of you trading looks. The list of cleared techs was a work in progress, and often didn’t update as fast as people were cleared. Limited staff would kick you in the ass. You mentally note to ask Natasha about the techs.
You flip through the different wiring, insulators, and padding that could be used for Rhodes' suit. It felt like a band-aid, you needed to know what was drawing the emp to the suit. That would be the solution. Clicking through some tabs, you send some of the info to Max and Stark.
“Hey,” Lily comes over as you close up your email. Sam is using a stylus to sketch out rough ideas of different wing designs on the other side. You hesitate, but Sam gives a knowing nod. “Was wondering if there was anything I could do to help you?”
“Umm, not sure,” You say quietly, checking your phone quickly. “Just going over some redesigns. Do you know anything about Rhodes’ suit?”
Lily looks at the diagram in front of you, flipping through a few of the pieces, she zooms in on the power source.
“Yeah, Stark wanted to update the power source,” She says, pointing at the piece. “It’s the only one like it, and we used lighter insulated wires. Trying to save weight.”
“Huh, I remember that. I didn’t think he actually installed them,” Sam says, sliding over to look at the layout.
You zoom in on the piece, “Huh, that could be the problem.”
“The problem with emp killing the suits?” Lily asks. The hair on your arms standing up. The emps were still under wraps, and you didn’t know if Lily was cleared to know.
Sam stands up, concern crossing his face, as he wobbles over and closes his own tablet
“Yeah, something like that.” You reply, not nearly as smoothly as you wanted.
“Ms. Romanoff cleared me a few days ago,” Lily gives a small smile, looking over at Sam. “I hope that is okay, for both of you.”
“We need four people updating that damn clearance list,” Sam mutters, but his body loosens at the words.
You rub the back of your neck, still unsure about whether to trust her or not. “Yeah, just a lot going on lately.”
“Like you and Mr.Barnes.” She adds, highlighting a few different components that should be replaced.
Sam’s eyebrows shot off his face, mouthing wow, and walking away from the volatile situation. You are glaring at him for abandoning you.
“That’s a personal matter, and I would like to keep things professional.” You add, feeling your cheeks flush at the comment.
Lilly snorts a little, the attitude you remember poking up. “Hard to keep things professional when you are dating the patient.”
“Lily, please.” You say, feeling anxiety curl in your stomach. Sam is spinning around to face her like his leg isn’t in a cast. “I know it’s not conventional, or normal, and crosses several lines. But nothing has changed.”
“I am not sure that’s appropriate for a lab tech,” Sam grumbles at her.
She was quiet for a moment before closing the scans out, “I am doing my doctorate, thank you. Besides, it’s all cleared by the board, so really, nothing is stopping you.”
“Lily, did you come here to help? Or to pick apart my life?” You point out, feeling the exhaustion prick at the edges of your nerves.
“Apologies.” Lily swallows, finally backing down.“I would love to help.”
You and Sam trade glances, but let it go; some people were just odd.
Vance was kind enough to bring up the Chinese food for you; you had bought him a box of ginger beef with a large bowl of wonton soup for his troubles. Coupled with a sizable bag for Sam. You busied yourself laying everything out on the counter and eating a spring roll for good measure. James had messaged you letting you know he was close, you’d already gotten a towel and fresh clothes out for him. A pot of coffee put on, and some tea for you.
James knocks before coming in. He is covered head to toe in dust. His hair up in a bun, there is an outline of where his mask and goggles had sat. A grin twitches at his lips when he sees you.
A laugh breaks out of you. He looks ridiculous. “What happened?”
“Landed on drywall,” He sighs, looking down at his boots. “Well. Through drywall.”
You snort, grabbing a kitchen towel and wetting. Coming over to wipe at his face. “You were picking up an informant. Not building supplies.”
He shrugs as you wipe his face and down his neck. “He spooked when we showed up.”
“Did you manage to get him in? Or did he turn into a puff of dust?” You tease, happy that dust won't get into his eyes.
“Yeah, he is in a room for the night.” James sighs, taking his boots off and making sure they are on the mat.
You walk towards the bathroom, James following behind you. “Okay, towels, that body wash that smells like forest you like, also some shampoo and conditioner to try. Steve mentioned it, think Nat-”
James’ fingers turn your head to look at him. Leaning down, he captures your lips with his, moving so that your back is against the wall. A gasp escapes you as he pushes forward, teasing a groan out of him. His tongue pushes against your lips, and you let him in, tasting the dust, protein bars, and him. James’ hands holding you close, your own hands coming to rest on his shoulder. Going up and tangling in his hair. Your breath catches as your body arches against his. Shuttering, feeling the solid mass pushing back against you.
James finally pulls back, his eyes watching yours, mouth slightly open. Your flush under his gaze is so intense and yet soft.
“Missed you,” he says quietly, your fingers tracing over his face.
“Missed you too,” You reply, giving him a quick kiss.
The two of you stand there for a moment. Listening to the water run. You fight the urge to start removing his clothes. To peel him out of each piece of clothes and touch him everywhere, let him feel how much you'd missed him. A shuddering breath leaves James. He kisses you gently this time.
“Gonna shower, then we can eat.” His voice is gruff, and you can hear the need behind it.
You let him move away, a bit of disappointment resting in your chest. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Bucky leans his head against the cold tile. Trying to will his body to calm down, the sounds you made when he kissed you. He shivers; he needs to get out of the shower and go eat dinner with you. But he is currently standing at attention, and no matter how cold the water was, it was not going away.
“Fuck,” Bucky hisses, turning the water to something comfortable.
Maybe this would be a good thing, and he won't make a mess in his pants like last time. His hands grab his cock, biting into his cheek as he strokes himself. Remembering the feeling of you underneath him, how you pushed back against him. The way you gripped onto him, the heat pressing from your center. It felt so good to be so close to you. Head tipping back, he lets the thought run through his mind as he touches himself. Grinding his teeth to keep from making any noise. His hips work with his hand, the slick of water providing enough lube for him to feel his peak coming. Mind wandering to what it would be like to see under your clothes, to hear you fall apart under him.
Bucky's mind stutters as his orgasm rips through his body. Hand pumping, at the thought of your hips tipping up, mouth open with bliss. Groaning low in his throat, his hips stutter to a stop. Breathing in deep gasps that makes his chest hurt. Eyes closed, he absently cleans himself off before shutting the water off. That post-release spell has him feeling dirty; you were just on the other side of the wall.
Stepping out of the shower, Bucky was greeted with clean clothes. Soft black sweatpants and a long-sleeve red henley. You had an uncanny way of picking out clothes that he'd want to wear. The care you took with him, had always taken with him.
She cares about you, buddy, don't let her slip through your hands.
Steve's words rang in his head as he gets dressed. Adjusting so that his dog tags rest against his chest. He had to believe that you wanted the same thing, that this wasn't some elaborate ruse. Or a dream. That and you won't wait forever.
Coming out, he saw that you'd laid out plates. The smell of food makes his stomach grumble. The craving for food, real food, had become more prevalent in his life. You love cooking for him or ordering food he likes. Helping him try foods he had never heard of before. Food wasn’t just for energy anymore; it was also for enjoyment.
“Hey, handsome,” You say, getting up and limping over.
The brace is still locked onto your knee. A reminder of how fragile you were. Tough, stubborn, and smart, but still very fragile.
The two of you set out to eat food. You ask him about the mission, and he asks what you did for the day. Huffing that you and Sam had gone to the lab, neither of you could sit still. At least you hadn't done any building, and it sounded like Natasha had cleared a few lab techs to help you. Everyone was still very on edge about the mole, but the world kept spinning. People needed to be saved, and nothing was stopping that.
“I think I will drop the rest of this food off in the kitchen. I am stuffed,” You hum happily, rubbing your stomach.
Bucky stretches, the day settling into his body. Landing on a pile of drywall, with the informant on top of him, had jarred his bones. Not enough for him to bruise, but enough that sleep was singing his siren call.
“You look wiped.” Your fingers come to cover his metal ones. He tries to pull them away, but stops himself, and you squeeze them.
“I wouldn't say no to bed,” Bucky smirks at you, eyelids heavy. “Especially if I get to sleep beside you.”
Your eyebrows go up, “No ifs about it.”
He watches you get up, holding your hand out. His brain is spinning with a million things as he links his fingers with yours. The need pooling into his guts like a snake, pushing the thought of sleep out of his mind. He follows you to the bedroom, clicking the door closed behind him.
Watching you plug your phone in, hair coming down, how you peel your socks off. The way your body moves under the loose clothes. You turn and meet his eyes.
“Do you like what you see, Sergeant?” You ask, a playful smile crossing your lips.
Bucky flushes, ducking his head at the words. The way his title rolls off your tongue makes his mind glitch. “Yeah. ‘Tis hard not to stare, with a pretty girl in the room.”
You move towards him, placing your hands on his chest. “Look who's talking, handsome.”
Part of him wants to walk back, deflect, not believe what you're saying. But there is no hesitation in your voice. Your eyes are wide and dilated, the same need that has him aching to touch you reflects back at him. Bucky had seen this a dozen times since you had shared a date with him. And he’d always turned it away, shrinking back from his own desires. From your desires. You never pushed, never made him feel bad. Would just crawl into his arms and let him hold you until you both slept.
“I want,” He swallows, struggling to find words, to not let the need radiating off both of you overwhelm him. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Okay, we can do that.” You say, in a playful tone in your voice. “Do you want me to guide you? Or do you want to explore?”
“Ahh,” Bucky stands still, having no idea what to do. His memories of intimacy were scarce at best. “Both?”
You nod, always seeming to know what to do next. “That can be arranged.”
Walking back, you stand closer to the bed. “First, we are wearing too many clothes.” You gesture for him to come over to you. “What do you want to take off first?”
Bucky just stares at you; he's caught glimpses of you. Bare legs, the wound on your chest, but never naked. Never completely bare to one another.
“Umm shirt?” He stutters out, trying to keep himself composed. Already feeling like he was tripping over emotions, as his body was eagerly taking an interest.
“You can take it off me.” You say, like it's a simple gesture. As if his heart isn't beating out of his chest at just the offer.
He comes close to you, hands running down your side. Feeling you quiver as he gets to the hem of your shirt. Your reactions always catches him off guard, how excited you were for the simplest of things.
Bucky forces himself to slow down and take it all in. Hear the way your breath catches, heart speeding up, eyes always on him. Grabbing the edge, he lifts it up, watching your skin be revealed in front of him. Doing his best to slide it off without catching your hair.
You stand in front of him with just a simple white bra on. Eyes following his movements as he takes you in. He reaches forward, stopping before touching you. Bucky always waits for you to give permission, just as you do with him.
“You can touch me, James. Don't need to ask, if I want it to stop, I'll tell you.” You say quietly, gently taking his wrist and guiding his hand to your skin.
He could feel his breath get tangled in his chest. Your skin was so soft under his rough hands. Dragging his finger pads over, he watches gooseflesh break out, your eyes never leaving his face. Coming up to your shoulders, he runs his hand over the satin finish of your bra strap. Bucky pushes it down your arm, letting it fall. Trying to quell his hesitation, he leans down to kiss your shoulder before going down along your collarbone. Letting his hands run along your stomach to your back, up to undo your bra. Fingers shaking as he does, having never done it before with you.
You let out a small shudder under his lips as it drops to the floor. The touch of your fingers under his shirt makes him still as you drag it up over his head. Taking your time to pull it over his head and untangle it from the plating of his arm.
Tipping back, he looks down at you, hands resting on your waist. Your hands run along his stomach, tracing each scar and mark. Brows furrow slightly as you mapped them. He wonders what you see in him. To always look at his body like it's new.
Trying not to let his mind run, Bucky leans down to kiss you, pressing you against him. The skin to skin contact making him feel like liquid warmth was pouring onto him. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, walking you a few steps back to the bed. You let yourself fall onto the bed, Bucky stopping to look over you. Hair fanned out, breast moving, hands reaching for him. He kisses you again, but continues down.
He felt more in control. The long day, coupled with the release in the shower, makes it easier for him not to lose himself. It was still so much. Your smell, taste, and the noises you made went straight south. Making his cock twitch and leak, thankfully not enough for him to come too early, this time.
Your hands tangled in his hair, nails itching gently against his scalp. His lips trailing along your jaw, then down your neck. He lets his tongue come out and lick along the salt of your neck. Which prompts a whimper above him. Your fingers are holding him there. Bucky grins at that, letting himself lick and kiss around your neck and collarbone. He wants to memorize every bit of you, carve it into his mind so that he will never lose it.
“Fuck, James,” Your body arching off the bed. Pulling back, he looks at you underneath him. Your fingers moving from his hair to trace over his lips..
“That feels good?” He asks, already knowing the answer.
You giggle, “No, it's horrid. I think you gotta try again.”
Bucky chuckles back, letting a small smile flicker across his face. “Maybe try something different?”
Your eyebrows go up as he dips down, trailing over your skin below your collarbone. Then lower to lick across your breast, your reaction is instant. Breath hissing between your teeth, he looks up at you. Legs straddling yours, he opens his mouth to nip at the tender skin. Your stomach sucks in, your hands gripping the sheets, eyes rolling back.
Sitting back a little, he uses his warm hand to gently cup your breast. Thumb coming up to rub over your nipple. Your hips move up, and he can feel how warm you are there. Pushing up against his own need, but that wasn't what he wanted right now.
Your eyes close as he takes your nipple into his mouth. Going on instinct he sucks on it, teeth rubbing over the skin. A whimper leaves you, breath stuttering at the attention. His own body was taking interest, that tight band of pleasure pulsing in his groin. Bucky pulls off, switching to the other nipple. Your hands now move up and down his body, gripping into flesh. Fingers digging as you groan, body moving under him. He has to pull back, trying to stop his reaction to the noise and movements.
“Do you want my pants off?” You say quietly, hand going down to run over the waistband of your sweats.
Swallowing, Bucky isn't sure he wants you to take them off. The idea makes the heat in his stomach intensify. Your fingers come up to his face, pulling him back to the present with your touch.
“Only if you want to.” You say softly, you were so in tune with him. As if you could hear what he thought.
He moves so he is on his side, facing you. “I want to make you feel good.” Trying to hold it together. “If you touch me. I am not going to last.”
A smile flickers over your face; it wasn't mocking, more unsure of what to do next. “You don't have to last, James. This is for both of us.”
He worries at his lip, hoping he can explain what he wants to do. “But, tonight I want you to also-” His mouth opens and closes, not sure what to say.
“You want me to have an orgasm?” You ask, your face so straight it was almost comical.
Bucky sat up for a moment, stunned by how clinical you could be about something so intimate. “Yes. I want to do that for you.”
You nod, “Alright, I can guide you. Just got to take these off.”
“Oh, ah, do you want to?” Bucky stutters, feeling like he should be covering his face.
“Or, we can stick with touching over top of clothes? If that's better for you?” You stop, waiting to see what he'd say. Always taking into account what he thought and wanted.
Bucky is just staring at where your hand is, how your breast moves with each breath. Your fingers are tucked under the material, ready to push it down. There would be no barrier between you both if this happened.
“Umm. If you're okay with it.” He says, before deciding to just take off his own clothes. Feeling absolutely ridiculous that he was being so hesitant.
It's impulsive, but he can't take the suspense hanging between you two. He grabs the waist of his sweats and underwear, pushing them down as he raises his hips. You do the same, laughter finally breaking the tension as clothes go flying. Both of you are lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a fit of giggles.
It’s gone quiet now, and Bucky can feel his cock twitch on his stomach. How had he ended up here? With you lying naked beside him, despite the fact that he was on the edge of falling apart.
Your hand touching his metal arm has his arm twitch away. It doesn't faze you, your fingers gripping tighter onto the metal plating. Not saying anything, you just run your hands along the arm up to where the metal touches his skin. You move along his collarbone, down his sternum. His eyes closing as he tries to keep himself still and in control. Fingers moving up and back down his metal arm. Taking your time and not rushing him.
“Do you want to touch me?” Your voice makes his skin break out in gooseflesh. Offering yourself to him, like it wasn't snapping every line of control he had.
He really wants to touch you, not with his metal arm. Which you seemed to know instinctively. Holding the metal but not guiding him, it would feel wrong to touch you with that hand. The part of him that had done nothing but hurt and destroy. Your body started to go tense, waiting for him to stop, to ask for things to end. He knew you wouldn't even hesitate to just cover both of you. Curl into Bucky's side and tell him that you care for him. You both could try another time, or not at all.
Part of him wished he could just take what he wanted. Or have you do the same to him without asking. But that had never been you, never been how you operated. From day one, you'd made sure to never do anything he didn't want. So he finally turns to look at you, trying not to hide himself under the blankets. Even though he knew you wouldn't look at him with disgust. You never had, just fascination and adornment. Like he was something special and worth looking at.
“Hey,” You say, a small smile on your face, keeping your eyes on him. Even as his eyes traveled over your body.
“Hi,” Bucky replies, trying hard not to stare, but he couldn't keep his eyes from looking over you.
You're so beautiful, every bit of you, sculpted from light and calm. Body marked by various wars he didn't know the story of, yet, and the work you had put in the training room. He could spend the rest of his life lying here mapping out every piece of you. If you let him, he’d never stop worshiping you.
Fingers still shaky, he reaches and touches the skin of your hip. You turn so you're more on your back, hand slipping on top of his and guiding him down towards your center. The urge to pull away made his chest tighten, but you never slowed. Just move him to rest on your pubic mound.
The sound of your heart picking up made him hesitate. It was pounding so fast, your breath coming out in small controlled breaths. If it had been another situation, he'd have thought you were injured. Instead, you directed his fingers to spread over the soft skin. Each of your fingers are positioned over his, directing him on what to do. He could feel how warm you were, how you trembled when his fingers rub along the outside of your core. Your hips are tipping at the contact. Bottom lip drawn into your mouth as he let his fingers touch.
His eyes flicker back and forth, between watching you and seeing what his fingers were doing. It was like he was out of his body, watching from far away. Getting to do something he'd never thought he'd earn. Following some instinct he thought long gone, he slides his fingers down over your pussy. Letting out a groan as he feels wetness gliding him downwards.
“Jeez, is that just from me?” He whispers, moving so that he can watch your face.
Letting go of his hand, you bring his face to yours, kissing him as an answer. He lets his fingers follow the curve of your body, dipping between the folds, seeking out the heat and wet.
“Move up, just a bit,” You ask, breathlessly, and he follows the instructions by moving his finger tips up and rubbing over your clit.
Your reaction is instant, hips shifting to press against him. Bucky leans down and kisses you, taking in your reaction and repeating the movement. His whole mind focuses on you, on how you react. Rubbing over the sensitive bud, moving in circles. Increasing as you gasp into his mouth. Studying the noises you make and adjusting accordingly.
Breaking away, he kisses down your neck, sucking at your collarbone. Keeping firm, consistent pressure on your bud. You whimper, body writhing against the bed as he moves lower. Fingers pushing against the wet heat there. Groaning as he presses inside, you're so wet that his finger slides in with only a small amount of resistance.
“Fuck, you're so warm, so wet,” He mumbles, before latching onto your nipple.
Back arching, you push against his finger. He revels in your reactions, trying to memorize how this all feels. How you smell, and taste against his tongue. His thumb goes up and grazes your clit.
“Oh, yes,” You moan, one hand in his hair, the other clenched in the bed sheet. "Keep doing that."
Bucky adjusts his hand, thumb rubbing against your clit, finger inside sliding in and out. Mouth sucking and licking at your breasts. He can feel your body react as he adds a finger. The whole thing has him rutting against the bed, searching for some friction against his aching cock.
A stream of affirming words tumbling out. Your head is tipping, and your body is tightening. Bucky picks up pace, before he takes a risk, biting and sucking at your breast enough to leave a mark. The combo has your body arching into him.
“OhgodJames,” You stutter out, your body clenching around his fingers.
The noise you made was music to his ears. He pulls back to look up and watch you crest. Your face flushing, body shaking as he keeps working you until your thighs slide shut. Lips swollen from biting at them, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Bucky had never seen anyone look so beautiful. A bit of pride swelling in his chest, knowing that he had brought you pleasure.
As gently as he can, he removes his fingers from you. Looking over the wetness that coats them. Turning back to you, your eyes half closed. Watching him as your breath evens out. He leans up and kisses you slowly. Your hands cup the back of his head, pulling him against your body.
“Damn,” You grin against his lips, “You’re very good at following instructions.”
Bucky lets out a chuckle, “Got a good teacher.” He kisses across your cheeks and down your jaw.
“Mmm, it’s your turn,” You push at his shoulders, Bucky not moving, more than content to just stay right here.
“I am good,” He murmurs, rubbing his face against the side of your neck.
You huff, pressing against him harder, “James, please.”
He lifts his head, staring down at you, eyes wandering over your flushed face. Hands pushing against his chest, his own body twitching at the idea of having you touch him.
“You don’t have to.” Bucky murmurs, meaning every word, fingers tucking hair behind your ear.
Eye narrowing at him, you push against him again, and he finally rolls over. “You just made my toes curl, Barnes. Let a girl have some fun in return.”
Bucky lets himself lie back against the sheets, feeling completely exposed and raw in front of you. He could feel wetness pressing against his lower stomach from where his cock was leaking. Your hand resting against his chest, assessing how he was sitting.
“Do you want to show me?” You ask quietly, your eyes on him, as your finger tips brush over his skin slowly.
He shakes his head, voice caught in his throat, lost in the fog of your gaze. Tilting your head, you look away, eyes going down over his chest. Involuntarily, Bucky’s stomach sucks in, trying desperately not to hide himself away from you.
“You’re so handsome,” You murmur, leaning down to kiss at the seam where the metal and flesh meet. “All scars and marks, the history you carry with you. I want all of you, nothing hidden.”
The way your words fall across him, nothing but care and love behind them. It eases the panic moving up his throat. As you shift so that you press closer to him, the softness of your body comforts him like nothing else. How it made sleeping easier, made being exposed to you okay.
Your hand finds its way lower, ghosting over the curl of hair there. Hand steady as you run your fingers over the top of his leaking cock. Bucky swallows, air sucked through clenched teeth, as your hands work down to the base. Heat is crawling up his chest, and he has to close his eyes; he can’t look, wanting to hold on.
Then you’re gripping onto him, moving so that you can use both hands. One cupping his balls, and fuck, it feels so good. His whole body reacts as you start to stroke him.
“That’s it,” You lean forward, gently kissing him.
His mouth opens, and he feels like he can finally move, reaching up to hold your face, as he feels his own release coming like a freight train. Your hands are moving exactly the way he needs them, fingers so soft, using his own slick to guide your hand over hot skin.
“I-I am,” Bucky pants, his hips moving on instinct pushing up into your hand.
You grin, kissing him deeply, hand picking up pace on his cock, the other pulling and rolling his balls just right. The tingling crawling up from his spine and pushing through, making him gasp.
“Let go, James. Just let go,” You whisper, before nipping and sucking at his lips.
The words have him pushing over the edge, eyes rolling into his head, as his body goes tight. His hand clenching against your skin, holding on as his hot release hits his stomach and thighs. The whole space narrowed down into the feeling exploding over him. Bucky’s whole body is tingling with the sensation. Your hand slowly down, and guiding him through the last of his orgasm.
Eyes pushing open, he slumps against the bed, body melting against the sheets. You hum your approval, kissing his cheek, staying there for a moment. Body curled against his.
“I am going to go get us each a cloth,” You say softly, before moving away.
His hand comes up and rubs against his face. It feels so different, so good, no guilt plaguing him, no sense that he had done something wrong. Just a sense of peace. Letting out a small breath he relaxes against the bed, head turning as he hears your footsteps coming.
“Hey,” You smile, your eyes bright even with the press of sleep close by.
“Bed,” Buckley murmurs, before grabbing the towel and cleaning himself off, then tossing it onto the laundry pile.
You snuggle in beside him, not bothering to get dressed, just pulling the covers up and over both of you. His metal arm slides over your skin, it feels like sin to touch you with it, but he doesn’t want to ask you to move.
“You’re allowed to touch me with your arm,” You whisper, pushing one of your thighs up and over his. “I know you don’t like it, but it’s okay.”
Bucky huffs, hating how transparent he was to you. How you just knew things.
“You always know,” he replies, kissing your forehead, and pulling you tighter to his side.
You sit up a little and look at him. “Cause I care about you, I want you to be comfortable.” He felt his brows pull together. “But that isn’t going to always be easy, and there are going to be things that make you uncomfortable. Things you don’t want to do, cause it triggers you. That’s okay too.”
He nods, trying to find words, “Means a lot to me.”
“It’s the least I can do,” You kiss him softly, the two of your foreheads leaning together. “I’d do anything for you.”
Part 15
Author note: Thank you for all the love, sometimes, I get lost in the sauce of things and wonder if it's worth writing. But the kind comments and reblogs really help.
This was very Bucky focused, it just felt like it was what was needed. To have him explore the emotions and enjoy what he is doing with them. The next chapter is going to be intense. So hold on to your butts.
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