Claimed by Bucky
Bucky Masterlists: ◆ Smut ◆ Non-Smutty ◆ AO3 ◆ With Steve ◆
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Description:
Steve was away again.
Steve chose to go on another mission.
Nevermind that the two of you had planned a date night.
Nevermind that he had missed every damn date night for the past three months.
He always chose the mission.
Rating: Explicit
AN: This one shot includes cheating! Don't read if that's something you don't like reading lol.
Steve was away again.
Steve chose to go on another mission.
Nevermind that the two of you had planned a date night.
Nevermind that he had missed every damn date night for the past three months.
He always chose the mission.
You knocked on the door of Bucky's flat, maybe a little harder than you had meant to. The door didn't deserve your anger, nor did Bucky. It wasn't long before Bucky opened the door. His eyes wide and full of shock. He was only wearing sweatpants as usual.
"Hey. What are you doing here?"
You walked in, your arm brushed against his nude torso as you did. His flat's front door walked straight into his living room. You paced back and forth as the anger bubbled inside of you.
Bucky shut the door behind you as you walked into the apartment. He leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What's got you all worked up, doll?"
"Steve!" You snapped, feeling a little bad for your tone. Bucky didn't deserve your anger. "He has fucked off on another mission! He had missed so many date nights I'm not even sure when our last one was!"
Bucky sighed deeply, rubbing his hand over his face. He moved away from the door, towards you.
"I know, doll. I tried to tell him but-" He paused, shaking his head. "He's stubborn as hell. Doesn't listen to anyone."
You stopped pacing and watched Bucky walk over to his couch and sit down. You were a few paces in front of him, standing with your hip cocked, your arms crossed across your chest.
"He's driving me insane, Bucks." You say, letting out a long, deep breath. "I tried telling him, and all I got was 'Sorry baby, but they really need me' What about me? I need him!"
"He's an idiot, doll. Anyone with eyes could see that he should be spending every second he can with you. He doesn't know how lucky he is."
"Calling your best friend an idiot, huh?" You ask, laughing bitterly. This wasn't the first time you had stormed off to Bucky's flat to complain. Bucky chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"He is an idiot. A total moron. He doesn't know what he's got with you, doll. He chooses to be a reckless idiot, throwing himself headfirst into a fight when he has a damn good thing back home. He's lost sight of what's important."
"He has." You say with a groan. "Do you know what I did earlier to try and convince him to stay instead of going on the damn mission?"
Bucky leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked up at you. "Tell me, doll. What'd you do?" His tone was playful, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes.
You narrowed your eyes at his tone. "I bought a new set! I'm still wearing it for god's sake." You let out a bitter laugh. "They're all lacy and grey, just like he likes them! God I am such an idiot."
Bucky raised an eyebrow at your words, his gaze slowly traveling up and down your form, taking in your appearance in a new light. His eyes lingered over the curves of your body.
"Damn," He mutters under his breath. He cleared his throat, looking back up at your face. "And he still left, huh?"
"I laid out on the bed, Bucky! Rubbed my hands all over my body and he still fucking left!" You sneered angrily.
"You should've been enough to make him stay. Should've had him on his knees begging you to let him stay home instead of going on the damn mission. Any sane man would've fallen at your feet if you greeted him like that."
You flop down on the couch next to him. "I just wanted him to see me, to notice me."
He shifted slightly to give you some space, even though his thoughts were very much on how close your body was.
"Doll," He says, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "You seriously think Steve doesn't notice you? He's got to be blind or stupid to not notice a woman as beautiful as you."
"Then why did he leave?" You whisper. "I begged on my knees, Bucky. Begged on my fucking knees wearing the sexiest lingerie I have ever worn."
Bucky cursed softly under his breath. The mental image of you on your knees, wearing lacy grey lingerie, was doing dangerous things to him. He clenched his jaw, fighting to keep his thoughts in check.
"Maybe he's just an idiot," He managed to say, his voice a bit hoarse. "A damn fool who doesn't know what he's got and isn't smart enough to hold onto it."
"I'm sorry." You say, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I shouldn't have bothered you, it's late."
"Don't you dare apologise. It's not your fault that your damn boyfriend is a complete and utter moron." He paused for a moment, his eyes studying your face in the dim light. "You're welcome to stay here tonight, y'know. It's late, and you shouldn't be walking home alone in the dark."
"I better go home." You say quietly. "I want to get out of this lacy shit, wear my own pyjamas."
"Alright. But let me at least walk you home. I don't want you out there alone." He grabbed a shirt and his jacket, slipping it on. "And if you ever need to talk or… vent again, my door's always open."
"Alright Bucks." You say softly, standing up. You leave his flat and walk back to the apartment you and Steve shared.
"You gonna be okay, doll?" He asked quietly.
"Guess so." You mumble as you open the door. "Do you want to come in?"
Bucky hesitates for a moment, his mind warring with his thoughts. The thought of going inside your shared apartment, knowing that Steve wasn't there, was incredibly tempting. He eventually nodded, his voice gruff as he replied. "Sure, doll. I'll come in for a bit."
"I've got a fancy bottle of wine." You say with a grin, the first time you had smiled today. "Could always open it?"
"Lead the way, doll. I won't say no to a glass of wine." He followed you into the apartment, his eyes flitting around the space. It was so... comfortable and inviting. He mentally cursed Steve for not appreciating what he had.
You walked straight into the kitchen, the wine rack was annoyingly high so you reached, trying to grab the bottle. It was an expensive bottle, one Steve hadn't wanted to be opened.
"Need help up there?"
"No, I've got it." You answer, standing on your tiptoes, pressing your font to the counter trying to reach a little more. Your fingertips just brushed the bottle.
Bucky's gaze involuntarily traveled down to your backside. The sight of you straining to reach the bottle was incredibly attractive to him, and his thoughts were quickly going to places they shouldn't.
He took a step closer, standing directly behind you. He reached out, his hand landing on your hip as he spoke softly into your ear. "Are you sure you don't need help, doll?"
"Alright, maybe I need a little help." You mumble, your thoughts were flooded with how he felt so close behind you. His warmth was intoxicating.
"There," He murmurs, pulling the bottle down and holding it out towards you. "Got it for you."
You moved away from him and grabbed two glasses. You poured two very full glasses for the both of you.
Bucky accepted the glass you handed him, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. He took a long sip of the wine, the alcohol doing little to dull his thoughts.
He watched you fill your own glass, noticing the anger that still lingered in your expression. He couldn't blame you for being frustrated with Steve. The man was an idiot for choosing a mission over you.
You moved to sit up on the counter. "You know what the worst part is?" You asked bitterly, swirling your wine glass. "I keep waiting for him to change. To finally choose me over the damn job. But he never does." Your voice cracks slightly.
"You deserve better than waiting around for someone who makes you feel like an afterthought."
"I know." You whisper sadly.
"You need someone who appreciates you, doll. Who worships the ground you walk on…not some idiot who chooses a mission over your happiness."
"Always know what to say, don't you?" You say, taking a long drink of wine. "Thanks Bucky, I shouldn't have come to you. Steve is your best friend..."
"Don't you dare apologise for coming to me, doll. Yeah, Steve's my best friend, but-" He hesitates for a moment before continuing, his voice low. "That doesn't mean I'm gonna ignore when he's being a damn fool. Especially when it comes to you."
You finish your glass and place it down, you rest your arms on the counter behind you, ignoring the way your shirt lifted slightly. The lace was obviously showing ever so slightly to Bucky.
He swallowed hard, his voice gruff as he spoke. "Doll… you're making it damn difficult for me to behave like a gentleman right now."
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean." He growled. "With you lookin' like that…it's taking every bit of my self-control not to do something really stupid."
"You're right." You whisper, feeling guilt. "I'm sorry Bucky." You hop down off the counter. "Do you...want to see?" You ask quietly. You shouldn't have, but you just wanted someone to see how pretty you looked...
Bucky's heart skipped a beat at your question. Part of him knew he should say no, that he should maintain some semblance of self-control. But the other part, the part that was being driven wild with desire and need, won out. He took a ragged breath, his gaze locked on yours.
"Yeah," he almost groaned. "Yeah, I wanna see, doll."
"Doesn't have to mean anything." You say with a shrug, knowing full well you were lying through your teeth. You weren't sure what would happen. "Just think someone should see, make it worth buying the damn set."
"Then show me."
You take his hand in yours and pull him along with you, taking him to the bedroom you and Steve shared. You thought, at least after you showed him the set you could change into your pyjamas, drown your sorrows with the rest of the wine.
"Show me," he repeated, his voice raspy with barely concealed need. Bucky sat at the edge of the bed, and you stood a few paces away from him.
Slowly you lift your shirt first, dropping it on the floor.
"Damn," he practically choked out. "You're stunning."
You then take your trousers off, leaving you in the lace set. The bra and underwear were see through, despite being lacy. It felt so soft against your skin. You had covered your body in cocoa butter before showing Steve. He hadn't cared. You hadn't shaved in days between your legs, knowing Steve preferred that.
Bucky's throat went completely dry as you stripped down to the lace set. His pupils dilated, his breathing shallow and uneven. His hands twitched at his sides, aching to reach out and touch, to trace every inch of the delicate fabric clinging to your curves.
"Fuck," He rasped, his voice thick with desire. "Steve's an idiot. A goddamn idiot."
His metal hand flexed. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of you, soft skin, the delicate lace barely containing you. His chest rose and fell heavily, struggling to keep control.
"You shouldn't have had to beg for his attention, doll. Should've been on his knees for you."
"Bucky..." You whisper, you take a step closer to him, and at the same moment he reaches out. His fingers clumsily touch your waist. He shouldn't be touching you right now. You were Steve's girl. But oh god, you didn't want him to stop. His fingers felt like fire on your skin.
"Tell me to stop," He murmurs, his voice rough with restraint, "And I will. But God help me, doll... I don’t want to."
Bucky’s fingers traced the delicate lace at your hip, his touch featherlight yet searing. His breath hitched as he felt you tremble under his fingertips, proof that you wanted this just as badly as he did. His other hand reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear before trailing down your neck. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, his gaze locked onto yours, searching for permission, for the final push that would shatter whatever thin barrier remained between you.
"We shouldn't." You whisper, your voice breaking slightly. "But..."
"Say the word, doll," He growls. "One word, and I walk out that door right now. Or tell me not to stop."
"Don't stop..." You whisper. You knew you shouldn't, and the look in Bucky's eyes said he knew that too. Steve didn't care anymore, Steve wasn't here... Bucky was.
That was all the permission Bucky needed. In an instant, all restraint shattered. He pulled you into his lap, his hands roaming over your body as he crushed his lips against yours. The kiss was hungry, desperate, his metal hand curling into the soft flesh of your waist as he groaned into your mouth.
"God damn," He rasped between kisses, "Should have done this months ago."
"Oh! Bucky!" You gasp, heat spreading throughout your body. You could feel his hard cock beneath his sweatpants, pressing up against you.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you like this." He breathes against your skin. "No idea how much I've fantasied about you like this…"
"You have?" You ask, feeling yourself blush.
Bucky smirked against your skin, trailing hot kisses down your neck.
"Every damn time you walked into the room wearin' somethin' tight," he admitted gruffly, his fingers tightening possessively on your hips. "Every time you leaned over the counter, every time you laughed-Christ, that sound drove me insane."
Bucky then lifts you with ease, turning you around. Your back was against his front, you were looking back at your own reflection through the standing mirror opposite the bed. He held you against him, his metal arm wrapped possessively around your waist, his chest pressed flush against your back. His breath was hot against your ear as he spoke, his voice thick with desire.
"Look at you, doll," He murmured, his gaze roaming over your reflection in the mirror. "So beautiful…so goddamn perfect." His hand glided up your thigh, his fingers dancing dangerously close to the edge of the lace underwear. "And this…" He hummed, his eyes dark with arousal. "This should have been for me."
You whimper, his other hand moves to press against your stomach, and then slowly he moves it down, edging closer and closer to where you wanted him.
Bucky's hand continued its torturous journey down your stomach, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin as he held you close. He could feel the heat radiating off you, the way your body responded to his every touch. His mouth moved to your neck, teeth nipping and lips worshiping every inch they could reach.
"I could do so much to you, doll…things Steve couldn't even dream of…" He teases the edge of the lace, his hand dipping lower until it was mere millimeters from where you needed him most. "Would you want that, baby?"
You nodded, not trusting your own voice right now. Your body was abuzz, his touch clouding your thoughts. Your eyes were trained on his movements, watching his hand slip lower.
"Use that pretty voice." He whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Say it for me. Say you want me."
"Y-Yes Bucky, I want you...please."
Bucky groaned, watching you in the mirror. "Good girl." He growls, his touch firm as he starts teasing you through the fabric. His other hand slid up to cup your breast through the lace, fingers teasing the peaked nipple beneath. "Gonna make sure you never regret this, doll."
"I'd never regret you." You whimper, meaning the words, soft noises left your lips as you spread your legs further apart.
"Damn right you won't," He whispers into your ear, his lips nipping playfully at the lobe. His fingers dip lower and push the fabric aside, moving through your folds, feeling just how hot and wet you are for him.
"No more nights of beggin' on your knees for someone who doesn't even see you. No more of him not treatin' you like the goddamn angel you are." Bucky's thumb finds your sensitive bundle of nerves and starts stroking small, deliberate circles. "Only for me."
"Only you, Bucky!" You cry, your legs shuddered from his touch, threatening to close, but you kept them open.
"That's right, doll. Mine. All. Mine. No sharing. No more bullshit from him." He pulled his hand free of the fabric, his fingers glistening with proof of how much you wanted him, only him. He brought his hand to his mouth, his gaze never leaving yours as his tongue licked clean his thumb.
"Tsk." You say, having a moment to breathe. "Touching your best friend's girl, in his own bed."
"Damn right I am." Bucky growls, he stands up and moves, placing you on the bed. "And if he had any sense, he'd have been the one worshiping you like this every night. But since he’s too busy throwing himself into danger…"
Bucky stands at the edge of the bed and pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, revealing the defined planes of his torso, the scars, the muscles, the faint trail of dark hair leading down to the waistband of his sweatpants. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, his hunger for you evident in every tense line of his body.
"Last chance." He whispers, gripping the hem of his trousers. "Tell me to stop." But his hands were already moving, pushing the fabric down his hips, his erection straining against his briefs. "Or tell me you want this as bad as I do."
"I want this, I want you." You say calmly.
Those words were all Bucky needed to hear. In a heartbeat, his body was covering yours, his muscular frame trapping you against the sheets as he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss. His hands found your wrists, pinning them above your head as his body pressed against you in a primal display of ownership. His touch was rough but gentle, his lips and teeth marking a trail down your neck.
You let out a small giggle as his beard tickled you as he kissed lower and lower down your body.
"Ticklish, huh?" He chuckles darkly. His hands pressed against your inner thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin. "Bet Stevie never did this for you."
Before you could respond he pushed the lace panties to the side, his tongue swiped up your folds in one long, slow stroke, just to prove his point.
"I haven't shaved!" You cried, embarrassed as his tongue dipped between your wet folds. And then his mouth was on you fully, hot, wet, relentless, tongue circling and lips sucking as his fingers dug into your hips. Every flick, every slow drag of his tongue was deliberate. Proof that he knew how to worship you properly.
"Could stay down here all damn night," He mutters against your flesh, voice vibrating through you. "Learn every way to make you scream."
"Bucky, please." You cry, your hands grasped at his hair, holding him down there, like you needed to. One of his hands stayed on your stomach, his thumb pressed to your clit as he plunged his tongue deep into you. His other hand, the metal one moved up and under your lacy bra, twisting at your nipples.
"Please what, baby?"
You let out a soft, whimper, feeling a little embarrassed, completely spread out for him. Steve had never done this, not ever. He never took his time, never spread you out on the bed for his enjoyment.
"No need to be embarrassed. I want you to look me in the eye, and tell me what you need."
"You-Your tongue. Please."
"Sweetest damn words I've ever heard," He mutters before diving back down, his tongue immediately finding that perfect rhythm, long, slow licks from your entrance all the way up, circling your clit before repeating the motion. His hands held your thighs apart firmly, his beard scraping deliciously against your sensitive skin as he worked you relentlessly. He could feel your legs trembling around him, your hips arching against his mouth, but he didn't let up, didn't slow down. He wanted to feel you come undone on his tongue.
Bucky pulled back just enough to watch you, the way your chest heaved, your fingers clutching at the sheets, before diving back in with renewed hunger. His tongue flicked ruthlessly against your clit, fingers slipping inside you in tandem with every stroke. He curled them just right, pressing against that sweet spot until your thighs clamped around his head, silencing the growl of satisfaction rumbling from his chest.
When you finally shattered against his mouth, he drank you in greedily, only easing up when your trembling turned oversensitive. He lifted his head with a slick, satisfied smirk, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
"Steve's never gonna know what he lost," He murmurs hoarsely, crawling up your body to claim your lips again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"St-stop saying Steve." You whine, whimpering against his lips. Bucky chuckled darkly against your lips, nipping at your bottom playfully before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.
"Then tell me whose name I should be saying, doll," He rasps, grinding his hips against yours, letting you feel just how hard he was for you. "Tell me who this belongs to now."
"Fuck! You!"
Bucky let out a low, throaty laugh, pure sin wrapped in satisfaction, as he reached between your bodies, guiding himself to your entrance. His forehead pressed against yours, breaths mingling as he paused just before pushing in.
"Damn right, doll," He growls. "Say it again."
And then he was filling you completely, claiming you in a way Steve never could, groaning your name like a prayer.
"Bucky!" You cried, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Please, give me everything."
Bucky wasted no time, snapping his hips forward with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt before pulling back almost completely, only to drive into you again with punishing force.
"All yours, doll," He grits out, one hand gripping your thigh to angle you deeper. "Every goddamn inch, always shoulda been mine."
His pace was relentless, each thrust designed to drag that perfect sound from your lips. His metal hand curled possessively around your hip, the other threading into your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat to his teeth.
"Say it again," He demands against your skin. "Tell me who you belong to."
"Absolutely feral." You mutter, your hands grasp at his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. Bucky growls, feral was damn right, and suddenly flipped you onto your stomach, hauling your hips up as he pressed his chest flush against your back. His teeth sank into your shoulder, his thrusts turning brutal, possessive.
"Say. It." Each word punched out between ragged breaths, his fingers digging bruises into your skin. "Tell me, or I stop."
A lie, he’d never stop, not now, but the threat alone had his name tumbling from your lips in a broken cry. He rewarded you with a hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back as his other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you impossibly closer. "Good girl."
"Fuck! I'm coming!" You scream.
Bucky grunted into your ear, hips still bucking like he had something to prove, and god help anyone who tried to take his prize from him. His fingers found your hair again, holding it taut as he leaned in, his lips almost brushing against your ear. "You know what I'm thinking?"
"W-What?"
Bucky chuckled, the sound a deep, raspy rumble as he nipped at your earlobe. He slowed his movements, his breath ghosting over your skin. "I'm thinking…I'm not gonna let you call anyone else's name ever again."
"Bucks." You whimper, your voice sounding pathetic. "Fuck, do you mean it?"
"Every goddamn word, doll," He growls, his voice thick with a possessive edge. "You're mine now. Mine to take care of. Mine to taste. Mine to worship. You understand?"
"Yes, sir." You say playfully, though your words were breathless as Bucky fucked you harder and harder. "I want you to finish inside of me!" Something you never let Steve do. Or rather Steve wouldn't allow himself to finish inside of you. He'd always pull out at the last second, cover your stomach or arse in his cum.
Bucky groaned at the playful title, his grip tightening on your hips as he resumed his punishing pace. His thrusts became erratic, losing their rhythm as pleasure coiled tightly in his gut.
"Christ-" he chokes out, burying his face in your neck as he spills into you with a ragged groan, hips stuttering against yours. Breathless, he pressed a possessive kiss to your shoulder before murmuring against your skin, "Should've claimed you a long time ago."
"Wow, holy fuck." You whimper, your legs shake. Bucky moved the both of you. Moving so he laid on his back and you on his front. His hands lazily traced patterns along your spine, his chest rising and falling heavily beneath you.
"Yeah, doll," He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Holy fuck is right." His fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your face up to his so he could kiss you slow and deep, the kind of kiss that made promises neither of you would ever regret. "And you better get used to it…because I'm never letting you go."
"Bucky." You say quietly. The weight of what you had just done hitting you. You were Steve's girlfriend... But Steve didn't care, he left you for a mission, kept leaving you for missions. Bucky was right here.
"I know what we just did. But ask yourself this, when has Steve ever looked at you the way I just did? When has he ever made you feel like this?" Bucky asks, like he can read your thoughts. His voice drops to a whisper, rough with emotions. "You deserve someone who chooses you, doll. Every damn time."
"What... What are we going to do?"
"We're gonna keep this quiet," He whispers. "For now. Can't let Steve know anything, okay? It'd cause too much damn drama." His thumb traced slow, soothing circles on your hip, grounding you to him.
"You want us to be a secret?" You ask him quietly. You weren't sure you could do that, pretend with Steve any longer.
"No, doll, I don't want us to be a secret," Bucky murmurs, his thumb brushing across your cheek. "But we need to be smart about this. You ain't just Steve's girlfriend anymore. You're mine, now. And I'm damn well gonna protect what's mine. That means staying under wraps until I figure out the best way to handle this."
"I'll leave him." You whisper, your voice cracking around the words. "I'll leave him, if you're serious about me."
Bucky's breath hitched at your words. A thousand emotions battled behind his gaze, hope, awe, worry, protectiveness. He couldn't believe you were willing to walk away from a relationship for this; for him. He cupped your face in his hands again, his voice low, rough.
"You'd do that?" He asks, searching your eyes for any indecision. "You'd walk away from Steve, for me?"
"Like you said, he doesn't care. He cares more about being Captain America than about me." You say bitterly. "He's a hero, he'd choose saving the world over me. Every damn time."
"Then it's done," he murmured. "No going back. You're mine now, and I won't let anyone, not even Captain America, take you away." His thumb traced along your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze again. "We'll tell him when the time's right, but until then…this stays between us. His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Because I swear to god, doll, if I see him touch you again, I’ll put him through a damn wall."
"Take me away from here." You whisper.
"Yeah, baby." He growls, his voice thick with determination. "Let's get the hell outta here."
"Should I leave a note? That's dumb... Should I wait for Steve to find us?"
Fuck no," He mutters. "He doesn’t deserve an explanation. Not after the way he treated you." His jaw tightened as he glanced around the room, Steve’s room, where he’d left you alone too many damn times."Let him come looking," Bucky growls. "And when he does, I’ll be the one telling him exactly why you’re mine now.
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