thinking about sneaking around with your dads best friend instead of staying at your best friends like you’re supposed to be
to the rest of the world— your dad included— you were supposed to have spent the night at your best friend's house. and that was for the best because god knows he’d hit the roof if he knew you’d spent the night in his best friends bed.
you hummed under your breath, one of those old kinda rock songs that he always had playing when he picked you up, double checking that you had everything, triple checking that you had your modern history paper because you couldn’t afford to forget it.
you’d just reached for your laptop when you heard his footsteps coming down the stairs, uncharacteristically soft for a man of his size. “hey, i’m nearly ready, i just gotta—“ you lifted your head up as he stopped in front of you and, oh fuck.
oh fuck.
suddenly the room was too small and your mouth was drier than any desert known to man. he looked good. way too good. you didn’t know where to look first, the backwards cap, the t-shirt that looked like it was close to bursting open, or his arms— fuck, the arms. big and soft and warm and good looking enough to make you consider skipping your eight am lecture all together. and you couldn’t even get started on the flecks of white and grey in his stubble.
“you just gotta what, babygirl? c’mon, use your words for me.” he murmured as he reached out and tilted your chin up so your eyes were locked on him. “too late to go all shy on me now.” oh, he knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.
“i gotta, uh— the erm—” you were practically pleading with your brain to stop ogling him and find a coherent sentence instead, but you had nothing. your mouth open and closed a few times like a fish out of water, blush creeping up your cheeks and the back of your neck.
“your dad thinks you stayed at wanda’s last night to work on your paper, right? well— my place is at least half an hour closer to your campus than her place. add another fifteen in for traffic.” he dipped his head so he could whisper in your ear, lips brushing past the shell of it. “roads are clear as hell out there. gives us forty five minutes before you have to be there.”
of course he knew there was no traffic, probably listened to traffic report like the old man that he technically was. “huh.” he hummed when you didn’t reply. “cats really got your tongue, mhm?” his hands slipped underneath your hoodie, fingers splayed across your ribcage.
“you’re a menace.” you managed to choke out eventually. “you can’t— you can’t just walk around looking like that! it’s— you’re— you’re doing this on purpose.” you huffed, swatting at his arm playfully. “baby, i dunno what you’re on about.” he said with the kind of faux innocence that drove you crazy. “i’m just trying to drop you off and then hit the gym.”
“that’s the problem. you don’t realise that you look like a walking sin.” you murmured as you got up onto your tiptoes, crashing your lips down against his, snaking your arms around his neck to hold on. his own hands made their way up to the sides of your neck as he started walking backwards with you, chuckling against your lips as the back of your knees hit the couch. your breath caught as he pulled away just to lay you down, hands already tugging at your shirt.
maybe your eight am could wait.
authors note: heavily, and i mean heavily inspired by the sebtent that dropped earlier. there's very obviously an age gap but it goes without saying that reader is of age! also me posting twice in quick succession??? unheard of!
Series Summary: Amidst growing sexual tension in your shared home - often alone due to your mother's business trips, you and Steve Rogers, a police officer and your stepfather, finally engage in a forbidden relationship... that is soon joined by his best friend, Bucky Barnes.
Series Warnings: MDNI, stepcest, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, choking, rough sex, cokwarming, ice play, creampie, age gap (reader is of age), power imbalance, degradation, physical punishement (spanking), a little of emotional manipulation, masturbation, punishement play, possessive control, cum play, mention of infidelity (Steve cheats on his wife with reader)
Some others may be added as the writing goes further.
Pairing: Stepdad! Steve Rogers x Reader x (step)DBF! Bucky Barnes
warnings: smut, couch fucking, reader is in 20's, degrading, praises, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, ass spankin', dbf!bucky, au!steve'sdaughter, nicknames: honey, doll, baby, sweet girl, sweetie. use of daddy (bucky calling himself that).
a/n: just realized this old man sits on a couch alot. wrote this bc I love dbf!men and bucky is so yummy
thinking of dbf!bucky where he cant keep his hands to his best friends daughter who came back from uni, steve's daughter, when steve tells buck, "cant thank you enough, buck, for babysittin' her f'me, y'know how she gets when shes alone in the house." oh, buck is more than happy to watch over her.
"C'mon honey, do you think you can give me one more for daddy? yeah?" He would reach around your body to firmly rub your sensitive clit while pounding into you mercilessly into the couch, your hand gripping onto anything you could find for support. You've been teasing bucky since you two been alone in the house. He's been makin' sure you stay out of trouble while he babysit you, although you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, as said to your dad already. To get on buckys nerves, you've been wearing skimpy blouses and short shorts that are practically panties at this point around the house whenever bucky would be around, sitting closely to him in such attire while you both watched TV would make bucky resort to hiding his erection under a couch pillow.
Here you are, trapped under him after your little games finally broke his last straw. He manages to slip out of you, where you whine like a bitch in heat from the feeling of being so empty, hes doing this on purpose, edging you until you learn your lesson to not mess with daddy's best friend. It's unfair really, where your so exposed to him, your cunt dripping with your arousal while hes clothed, that Henley stretched agaisnt his braod chest while his pants are pulled down enough to where his cock springs against his stomach, glistening with your wetness and his own. He sits you onto him again without a warning, making you take every inch so easily with how soaking and sloppy he made your cunt to be. "such a fuckin' brat, teasin' me around this house like I wouldn't fuck your brains out, doll?" He pants, grinning as he manhandled you to straddle your knees bracketing his thighs, your ass seated on his lower stomach as he uses his hands to fuck you real nice and hard onto his cock, while leaving hard smack, smack, smack, onto your brusied ass with each thrust.
You whine onto for support, tears staining your cheeks as you try to find your voice, to almost beg for his mercy to go easy on you. "how you think y'daddy would feel seeing his sweet girl fucked out like this, huh?" He bites on your shoulder, his other hand going around to grope your breast so harshly, teasing your hardening peaks. His hand leaves your breasts, going back to your ass and spreading your cheeks, and kneading them together and smacking them, with each praise, "takin' me so well, you were made f'me, baby, yeah?" You nod mindlessly, feeling that knot in your stomach tighten with each bounce and of his thrusting up into you, where you grip his meaty thighs through his sweatpants, "b-buck, please, m'gonna—!" He grabs your hips so hard your sure they would leave bruises in the morning, but you're so put of it all you can think of is, bucky, bucky, bucky, and that knot in your lower tummy 'bout to bust. "Yeah? Gonna cum f'me, doll, c'mon, let go for me" He cooes, biting your neck and licking a long strip to your shoulder. He forces a few more thrusts up into you and you could also feel his movements faltering, becoming sloppy but harsh.
You cry out his name, the knot bursting and you swear you see stars, the whole room becoming so painful to look at for how much he keeps fucking you through it, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you come down from your high, and bucky keeps fucking you through it until he comes so harshly that he moans lowly, which seems to be your name but so broken. You lean forward, your chest resting on his thighs, as he tips his head back, panting and his hands mindlessly knead the flesh of your sore ass. "Such a good girl f'me, good girl, such a sweet girl for takin' me so well." He praised, pulling you up and turning you while youre impaled on his half hardening cock, making you whine and whimper at the sensation. He caresses your fucked out face, chuckling and grinning like an idiot, "round two, baby?"
Crème de La Crème — (French, literally 'cream of the cream') is an idiom meaning "the best of the best", "superlative", or "the very best".
Pairing || DBF!Bucky x Female!Reader
Summary || After telling your dad a little white lie about your plans for the night, you end up on a date with his best friend Bucky. As you bond over your shared love of whiskey, you realize you have a lot more in common than just sex. The night progresses with feelings and fears being shared, throwing teasing looks at one another, uttering flirtatious remarks, sharing a homemade pizza, and at the end, a delicious cheesecake that kicks off the most mind-blowing night of pleasure you could imagine.
Word Count || 5845
Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, major age-gap (reader is early/mid 20’s, Bucky is late 40’s), alcohol consumption, pet names (doll, baby, etc.), teasing, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note || I started this fic in January of 2023… and I finally finished it. But yey here it is. I struggled with the summary but I hope it’s ok and understandable. Idk what more to say so enjoy :)
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
DBF!Bucky Masterlist
“Argh, is there really nothing in this closet for me to wear?” you muttered, ransacking your bedroom in search for the perfect dress to wear for your date tonight. Your fingers trailed over fabric after fabric, none of them capturing what you were looking for.
Your hair and makeup were done to perfection, but finding the right outfit to go with it proved to be a challenge. You wanted something that would make you feel confident and alluring. Something that would make your dates breath catch in his throat when he first saw you.
Just as frustration started to overwhelm you, your hand brushed against something in the furthest corner of your closet—a dress you had forgotten about. As you pulled it out, a smile spread across your face. It was perfect.
Standing before your full-length mirror, you smoothed the fabric over your curves and gave a twirl. The dress hugged your body, accentuating your best features. Combined with your hair and makeup, your date wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. You couldn’t help but smile at your reflection. “Oh, he will not be able to resist you tonight, girl.”
With one final glance in the mirror, you gave yourself a nod of approval, before you descended the stairs quietly, hoping to slip past your dad unnoticed. Your footsteps were light against the steps, trying to avoid drawing attention to yourself.
Your dad had always been supportive of your social life. He trusted you to make safe and good decisions. But tonight was different—tonight you needed to be discrete, because he would not approve of where you were going.
Just as you thought you had made it past undetected, his voice carried from the living room. “Heading out without saying goodbye, honey?”
You stopped mid-step, a soft curse escaping under your breath. Composing yourself, you peeked into the room with a convincing smile.
He was flipping through the channels on the TV, the coffee table stacked with enough snacks and beer for a small gathering. The game was about to start, but his usual company were clearly absent tonight.
“Just meeting a friend, Dad,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart in your chest. You wanted this to seem like any casual night out.
“Oh? With who?”
“Um, Jessica?” The name came out more like a question than an answer, and you saw his eyebrows furrow slightly at your hesitation. For a moment, you could see him contemplating whether to press you further, but then he just shrugged, his trust in you winning over his curiosity. Relief washed over you as he let it drop.
“Have fun, honey. Just let me know if you’re staying at Jessica’s for the night, OK?”
“Of course, Dad. I always do.”
You turned to leave but paused, guilt washing over you as you looked back at him surrounded by snacks meant for friends. “Will you be okay by yourself tonight?”
“Yeah, unfortunately, Steve had to stay home with Peggy because she’s sick. Marc forgot his anniversary with Layla and is making it up to her. Sam had to babysit AJ and Cass, and Bucky…” He trailed off with a shrug. “Not sure what he’s up to, just said he couldn’t make it tonight after all.”
Your heart skipped at hearing that last name—Bucky. Your dad’s best friend since college, and the man who had started to become the center of your thoughts. He was everything you shouldn’t want—older, so much older, your dad’s closest friend, completely off-limits—and yet he was everything you craved. What had started as an innocent crush had developed into something deeper.
Shaking away your dangerous thoughts, you focused back on your dad. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“Don’t worry about your old man. Go and have fun, and say hi to Jessica for me.”
“Y-yeah, will do. Bye, Dad.” You waved quickly before heading out.
Pulling into the apartment complex, you sat in the car for a minute, your earlier excitement now mingling with butterflies in your stomach. The silence in your car felt heavy with anticipation.
Until now, what you shared with your date had been purely sex. You only shared casual conversation when others were around. But tonight felt different. Tonight would hopefully mark the beginning of something more intimate, more real.
Your heart fluttered at the thought. You knew you both wanted this deeper connection, but the way ahead wouldn’t be easy. A nagging voice in your head told you that he might come to the conclusion that you weren’t worth the difficulties of navigating a potential relationship—not worth fighting for.
“Ugh, just stop it,” you muttered to yourself, shaking away the doubts. “Just go up there and have a good time.
Tonight was about living in the moment—sharing good food, conversation, and hopefully, ending the night tangled in his sheets with mind-blowing sex and pleasure. The future could wait.
The elevator ride up gave you one last chance to check yourself in the reflection, making sure every detail was perfect. Your heart quickened with each floor that passed.
Finally reaching apartment 304, you hesitated for a moment, your fingers shaking slightly as you raised your hand to knock three times against the door.
The door opened, revealing your date, Bucky—your dad’s best friend since college, and now, for the past few weeks, your secret desire turned reality. The sight of him made your breath catch in your throat, his presence commanding your attention.
He filled the door frame with his broadness, a smirk playing on his lips as you got lost in him. The black button-down shirt he wore was open at the collar, giving a teasing glimpse of his chest hair, while a fitted navy blazer completed his devastating look.
Your eyes traced over his features. A few strands of his dark hair had escapade their slicked-back style and fell across his forehead. The salt and pepper sprinkled in his beard left countless memories burned into your skin. The thought of those made your knees weak. God, he was so beautiful.
Noticing your speechless state, he let out a deep chuckle. In one fluid motion, he pulled you inside, pressing you against the closed door. His hands found your waist, gentle but sure, as he leaned down until your lips were barely touching. The closeness made your head spin.
All your earlier doubts melted away in his presence. Whatever complications lay ahead in the future was forgotten about. This—the two of you together—felt right.
“Hi,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning across your face, carrying that intoxicating scent that left you lightheaded.
“Hi,” you managed to whisper back, your voice trembling slightly.
Unable to resist, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss you had been craving since the last time you saw him. What started as a sweet kiss quickly deepened as sparks danced across your skin.
Bucky took control, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulled you flush against him. His tongue swept across your bottom lip in a careful caress, allowing him to slip inside, making him draw a whimper from your throat. The scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin sent shivers down your spine, while the heat of his body and the intensity of the kiss left you dizzy with need, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
When you finally broke apart, breathless, you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks, humming at the rough texture under your palms.
“So, did you invite me over to your place just for sex?” You teased, trying to steady your racing heart.
He shook his head, his playful smirk returning. “I invited you because I like your company. I like listening to you talk, the sound of your voice. But my God, baby,” his voice dropped lower, “don’t blame a man that wants to listen to those pretty sound you make when I’ve got you coming apart on my tongue and cock.”
The explicit memories of him between your thighs had you clutching his hair tighter, needing something to ground you.
“So dinner isn’t the only thing you’re planning to eat tonight?”
“Hmm, don’t worry. I’ve made plenty for us to eat,” he assured, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lips as his dark eyes roamed over your dress-clad body. “But looking like this? So pretty and dolled up for me? Baby, you’re the sweetest fucking thing on the menu. And I’m definitely having a taste before the night ends.”
His words pulled a needy whine from you lips as you dragged him down for another deep kiss, nearly giving in to his promise. But your stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly, and you buried your embarrassment in his chest.
Chuckling lovingly, he guided your flustered self towards the kitchen. “Come on, doll face. I can’t have you going hungry.”
You had been to Bucky’s apartment before during the gatherings he hosted for friends and family. But tonight was different—you were alone with him, and his home transformed.
His apartment revealed a more intimate side without the usual crowd. The warmth of his personality radiated in every corner—shelves lined with well-loved books, beautiful artwork, and mementos that told stories of his life.
The soft glow of candles danced across the walls, the oldies music floating through the air created a perfect romantic atmosphere. Your hand felt natural in his as he led you through the space that already felt like a second home.
“Wine?” He offered with a gentle smile.
“Uh, yes, please,” you replied, settling onto a bar stool at the kitchen island.
You couldn’t held but watch him with adoration as he moved with ease in his kitchen, retrieving glasses and wine from the fridge. The way his muscles flexed beneath the material as he worked the cork free had your mouth water. Everything this man did left you breathless.
“What should we toast to, doll?” He held up his glass, his eyes twinkling.
“To us,” you said, raising your own. “To good food and better company.”
“And to spending the evening with the most beautiful woman,” he added with a wink that sent heat to your cheeks.
The wine was rich and sweet on your tongue. You never minded wine, but it had never been your drink of choice. You took another sip, nodding appreciatively.
“I’ll be honest,” Bucky confessed. “I’m not much of a wine guy. I just thought it would be romantic for tonight.”
“What do you usually drink?”
“Whiskey. Nothing beats a quality whiskey…”
Your face lit up at that. Whiskey was your drink too, a love inherited by your dad who had taught you to appreciate its complexities. Funny how you never knew this about Bucky despite all the years you had known him. It was a small thing, but finding this common ground beyond your physical chemistry made your heart flutter.
“What about you?” He asked, noticing your smile.
“You can never go wrong with a quality whiskey,” you grinned.
“Is that right?” His eyes darkened deliciously. “Damn, doll. You should have mentioned that sooner.”
“Hmm, is that so?” You purred, leaning closer and resting your chin on your palm. The air crackled between you, thick with the promise of sex and pleasure, threatening to distract you both. You wanted nothing more than to climb into his lap and let him devour you in whatever way he wanted, but you knew that would derail his carefully planned evening.
Bucky seemed to be fighting the same battle, desire burned in his eyes as he forced himself back. He wanted you to know this was more than just sex. He treasured your company as much as your body.
“Let me introduce you to something special,” he said, voice husky. “My favorite whiskey. I think you’re gonna love it.”
Your pulse quickened at the thought of sharing this new experience with him. “Lead the way,” you said, abandoning your wine glass to follow him to his collection.
“How do you take it—ice or neat?”
“Neat,” you answered, earning an appreciation glance that made your skin tingle.
He poured a generous amount for both, and your raised your glasses.
“Cheers, doll.”
“Cheers,” you echoed, crystal clinking softly.
You raised it to your lips, and as you took a confident sip, the whiskey rolled over your tongue, warming your mouth with its spicy and robust notes, sliding down your throat with a satisfying burn. With closed eyes, you moaned softly, savoring the smoky and complex flavor that lingered on your tongue.
As Bucky took a sip, he kept his eyes intently on you, watching as you went through the sensations. The same ones cursed through his veins, heightened even more by the shared experience with you.
“Oh, that’s good,” you murmured with a slight hoarse to your throat. “What brand is it? It doesn’t taste like anything I’m familiar with.”
Bucky’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk, a playful tease in his tone. “I’m glad you like it, and no, I will not tell you yet. I’m enjoying this shared experience too much, and would like to keep it our ritual and secret for a while longer.”
You shook your head as the same expression crept up on your face. “Fine. But you’re a cruel man, Bucky Barnes.”
He chuckled, the sound deep as he leaned closer. “Come on. You must be starving. I know I am.” His words hung thick in the air, and it seemed to hold an entirely different meaning, charged with a dark and potent energy that left you breathless. The anticipation between you was still there, growing, brewing, and it would consume you both before the night came to an end.
“Is there anything I can do to help with dinner?” You questioned while you seated back on the chair as he moved with ease around the kitchen, tending to the oven and checking the fridge. Pausing to take occasional sips from his burning drink. Watching him in the comfort of his own home, relaxed and carefree, was a relief and joy. He seemed so at ease with you, and all thoughts about the immorality of your potential future appeared nonexistent.
“It’s OK, doll. You just sit there and look pretty for me,” he winked as his fingers grazed your chin lightly, and you accept his reply with a sip of your drink.
“So, what have you prepared for us this evening?”
“To be honest, doll, I’m not the best cook,” he admitted, a slight blush flushed his cheeks, “So I’ve made us pizza. I know it’s not the most glamorous of foods, but it’s one of the few things I know how to make.”
“Oh, I don’t mind pizza at all. I love pizza.” You reassured with a smile. “You can never go wrong with a good and tasty pizza,” you added with a knowing grin, which he reciprocated.
His grin widened into a broad, toothy smile as his head shook with amusement—a fond memory or thought had sprung to mind.
“What is it?” You questioned with intrigue.
He chuckled softly as the corner of his eyes crinkled. “I was just reminiscing on my college days,” he said with a hint of nostalgia in his tone. “I used to make pizza on Fridays after lectures, and your dad and our other roommates would devour it whole before I even got a chance for a slice myself.”
And there it was. The illusion of normality broken by the spoken word of your father.
Bucky hissed in a low sound as reality set for him, of the controversy of your relationship, and an uncomfortable knot formed in your stomach.
Was it really so wrong to desire a deeper and more meaningful connection with Bucky, your dad’s best friend?
All the thoughts and insecurities from earlier while sitting in your car resurfaced, haunting you. Was Bucky willing to take the risk and pursue something more meaningful than just a playful fling? Or would the challenges and risks not be worth it to him?
You knew your own answer in your heart. In spite of how unorthodox it all was, you wanted him, unapologetically, and with a strong determination to see it through with him. You were ready to face any obstacles in your way.
But what about Bucky? As you gazed back at him his expression was thoughtful yet tinged with a hint of panic. You knew he was grappling with the same fears and worries that plagued you. Would Bucky be willing to take the leap of faith with you? Would he be able to overcome the uncertainty and see the potential for something more between you and him?
The air was thick with tension now. The traces of desire lost as you each were deep in your own thoughts and contemplation. And then finally, Bucky spoke. His words hesitant yet filled with an underlying determination.
“I don’t know what the future holds,” he began, his voice low as he finally looked at you. “But I know that I want to try. I want to see where this could lead us, doll, despite the challenges and risks we may come across.” His eyes held nothing but the truth. “You are so worth it.”
Your heart swelled with hope and joy at his words, and you knew, in that moment, that you were both willing to make this work. You were in this together. With time and attention, your relationship had potential to grow into something beautiful.
“I feel the same way, Bucky,” you said with a smile, feeling confident and truthful.
After you both admitted your feelings, there was a hopeful silence in the room, laced with the returning desire brewing between you two.
Bucky broke the silence with a determined voice, eager to steer the conversation back to lighter topics. “But you know what I can make?” He began, eyes brightening with a hint of mischief. “A mean fucking cheesecake.”
Your face lit up with delight. “We’re having cheesecake!?” You exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with anticipation of something sweet.
“Trust me, doll,” Bucky replied, a confident smirk playing on his lips. “It’s the best one you’ll ever have.”
“It’s my favorite dessert,” you gushed, unable to contain your enthusiasm.
Bucky leaned in closer to you across the island, his eyes locking onto yours. With a tilt of your chin, he declared with all seriousness, “And you’re my favorite dessert. The tastiest and sweetest of them all.” His tongue grazed his bottom lip, eliciting a soft whimper from you, which only fueled Bucky’s desire.
You wanted to pounce on him again. To bend over the counter and let him taste and fuck you for the rest of the night—the dinner forgotten. But with a teasing smirk, as if knowing your thoughts, Bucky pulled away.
“Let’s eat before we get carried away. Before I get carried away, doll. Because you know I won’t stop when I finally have my hands and mouth on you.” He winked. “We’ll have plenty of time after dinner…”
Bucky had spared no effort in preparing the dining table for the occasion. Rose petals were strewed across the table surface, while flickering candles emitted a warm glow that created an intimate atmosphere in the dimly lit space. Placed in the center, was the steaming pizza—its savory aroma filled your senses with delicious anticipation of having a taste, your mouth practically watering.
As you enjoyed the pizza with Bucky, one of the most delicious ones you have ever tasted, the conversation effortlessly transitioned from racy to more mundane topics as you enjoyed getting to know each other better. What you and Bucky shared during intimate moments seemed to translate naturally to casual chitchat, making conversing with him feel natural. You were in perfect sync with each other, even outside the bedroom. You could easily get accustomed to this; Bucky, with all that he offered—body and soul, and a hell of a good time, both in casual and intimate times.
“Wow, Bucky, that pizza was incredible,” you moaned softly, dabbing the corner of your mouth with a napkin.
“Hmm, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Bucky murmured, his warm hand settling on top of yours on the table. Your eyes met and held for a long moment. The silence between you was heavy with unspoken words and feelings—emotions that were too raw and intense to voice just yet.
What you saw reflected in his eyes both thrilled and terrified you—pure adoration mixed with something deeper. When his lips curved into that devastatingly handsome smile of his, your whole body melted. You felt safe with him, secure in his presence. This felt right—his intense gaze on you, his touch igniting your skin. This was the kind of future you wanted.
“So, are you up for trying my cheesecake now, doll face?” You nodded, eager to taste his delicious creation.
He got up and disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with two plates of cheesecake in hand. The cheesecake looked perfect, its creamy surface perfectly smooth and calling to you.
Your fork sliced through the cheesecake with ease, and as you brought the first bite to your lips, you couldn’t help but moan softly as your taste buds danced with delight. “Oh, this is really good Bucky. The texture is heavenly.”
You ate in silence this time, enjoying the quiet for a moment as you both savored the dessert. But as you got to your last piece of cheesecake, you kept your gaze on him. Your lips wrapped around the fork. An exaggerated moan escaped you as you let the final bite melt on your tongue. Bucky’s dark eyes followed your every movement, his breath hitching as your tongue darted out to swipe across your bottom lip. A low curse rumbled from deep in his chest. Feeling bold, you slid your foot up his clothed calf under the table, slowly inching higher until you felt his hardness. You were ready for a different kind of dessert now. One that Bucky and you had craved all evening and that would satisfy a deeper and more primal hunger.
“I’ve been holding back all evening, doll face,” he breathed, his voice deep and husky with need. “But fuck, I can’t control myself any longer. I need you right now.”
In a fluid and confident motion, he rose from his seat and pulled you up to meet him. His large hands gripped your waist possessively as his mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging as the pent-up sexual tension that had been brewing all evening finally erupted between you.
He kissed you fiercely as if trying to brand himself into your very soul. His tongue traced your bottom lip, begging for entrance to deepen the kiss. As soon as you granted him access, he pulled you harder against his body, and you moaned into his passionate kisses as you felt his hardness press firmly against your figure.
“I need to taste you,” he panted against your lips, his voice thick with desire.
“But you are tasting me,” you teased with a knowing smirk, though you understood exactly what he meant.
He let out a dark chuckle that sent shivers down your spine. His mouth found your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses that had you gasping. His skilled hand slipped underneath your dress, fingers trailing upward with torturous slowness until they reached their destination. When he finally cupped you through your soaked underwear, a possessive growl rumbled in his chest. His teeth grazed your earlobe as he whispered roughly, “You know exactly what I want to taste, doll. This sweet and perfect pussy of yours.” With one last devastating kiss that left you weak in the knees, he laced his fingers through yours and led you toward the sofa.
He captured your lips in a quick but searing kiss before his voice dropped to a commanding tone. “Sit down, hike up your dress, and spread those legs for me, baby.” You complied without hesitation, and his eyes darkened with raw hunger as you revealed your covered core. His gaze was intense, almost predatory with desire as he drank in the sight of you. The intensity of his stare made you feel exposed and vulnerable, and you instinctively started to close your legs. “Don’t you fucking dare, baby doll,” he growled, dropping to his knees before you. His strong hands gripped the back of your thighs, spreading you open once more as his heated gaze met yours. “Don’t ever shy away from me. You’re perfect. So goddamn beautiful that it fucking hurts.”
Despite having shared multiple intimate moments with Bucky before, tonight felt different with all the new revelations and voiced feelings. “I-I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“Hey, look at me, doll,” Bucky’s voice was gentle, filled with understanding. “You never have to apologize to me, okay? We don’t have to do this now if you don’t want to. We can cuddle or watch something if you want.”
“No,” you shook your head, cupping his face tenderly as you gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m OK. I just had a moment. I want you, Bucky. I need you so badly. Please,” you whimpered softly.
He pressed a sweet, tender kiss to your lips, and like flipping a switch, his demeanor shifted back to the possessive lover you craved.
“Tell me one more time what you need, baby. I want to hear those pretty words come from your lips,” he purred, his lips ghosting over your covered pussy. The sensation made your head scramble, leaving you struggling to form coherent words. Your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping the silky strands as your hips instinctively sought his contact. You were desperate for his mouth on your, craving his touch and kisses.
“Use your words, doll. I’m not touching you further until you tell me exactly what you need,” he teased, a smirk tugging on his lips. His warm breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, making you shiver with anticipation.
You drew in a shaky breath, your voice trembling with need. “I need your mouth on me, Bucky. I need your touch setting my skin on fire and your words making me weak. I just need you, Bucky, please.”
He hummed in satisfaction as he spread your legs wider, opening and exposing you fully to his hungry gaze. When he finally put his mouth on you, you lost it. His tongue licked a broad stripe up your covered pussy, his dark eyes locked with yours in an intense stare that made your breath catch.
“God, yes. Yes, just like that,” you gasped, your hips instinctively seeking more of him.
“Hmm, so needy, baby. So eager to get your pretty pussy eaten,” he chuckled against your skin, his scruff creating delicious friction against your sensitive skin as he placed teasing kisses around your heat.
“Bucky, please,” you whimpered, fingers tightening in his hair. “If you don’t eat my pussy out soon I’m gonna lose my mind.”
He chuckled darkly, pressing one final kiss to your inner thigh before hooking his thumbs into your underwear. You lifted your hips eagerly as he slowly peeled them down your legs.
His eyes lit up with hunger as you were finally exposed to him. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me, baby.” Without hesitation, he dove between your thighs. His skilled tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along your wet pussy, moaning at your taste. Your breath hitched as he maintained intense eye contact, his broad tongue exploring every inch of your pussy. When he reached your aching clit, a deep moan vibrated against your sensitive core, making your eyes flutter shut in pure ecstasy.
He lavished your clit with open-mouthed kisses before pulling back slightly, his voice rough with desire. “Fuck, you taste like a dream, baby doll. The sweetest fucking taste that exists.” Bucky repeated this torturous pattern, savoring your taste with broad licks across your pussy followed by gentle sucks to your clit.
He took his time, his movements deliberately slow and teasing as he savored every inch of you on his tongue. Although he knew your body inside and out, he explored you as if it was the first time, alternating between kissing, licking, and sucking your pussy, trying to find the perfect combination that has your eyes roll, toes curl, and fingers tightening in his hair. Your hips instinctively moved against his face when he found that perfect rhythm that made your mind go blank with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried as he captured your clit between his lips, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers teased your entrance before he slowly eased one into you, adding another layer to your pleasure.
He slowly thrust his finger in and out, exploring your pussy with care before adding another thick digit. Your walls stretched deliciously around him as he pushed both fingers knuckle-deep, drawing a cry from your lips at the fullness.
When he curled them just right, the tips stroking that perfect spot inside you, pleasure exploded behind your eyes, stars clouding your vision. His satisfied moans vibrated against you as he watched you start to fall apart, pride evident on his face at how perfectly you responded to his touch. The combination of his skilled fingers thrusting deep while his hot mouth worked your clit was devastating, building you towards an earth-shattering orgasm.
Your thighs trembled and clamped around his head. “That’s so good, Bucky,” you whimpered breathlessly, fingers tangling desperately in his dark strands as you rocked against his skilled mouth. His rhythm never broke as you chased your pleasure. “Oh god, that’s s-so fucking good. Please don’t stop. Don’t s-stop. I-I’m so close,” you cried out, teetering right on the edge of perfect bliss.
Bucky knew you were close. He could feel it in the way your pussy fluttered around his fingers and the way your thighs quivered against his face.
Your pleasure built higher and higher with each expert stroke of his tongue and curl of his fingers. Your body tensed, every nerve ending alive and burning in the most pleasurable way.
When he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard while pressing firmly against your sweet spot, the dam finally broke.
Your orgasm crashed through you in intense waves, your back arching as you cried out his name. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably around his head as he worked you through your high, his movement steady as he drew out your pleasure. “Oh god. You make me feel so good, Bucky,” you gasped between shaky breaths.
“Hmm, so fucking beautiful when you come for me, doll,” he growled against your sensitive flesh, his hot breath ghosted over your pussy and his stubble creating delicious friction against your skin sent shivers down your spine. “And you taste so good. Fuck, I can never get enough. I could feast on you for hours,” The hunger in his voice made it clear that Bucky was far from finished.
His strong hands gripped your thighs more firmly as he dove back in, his darkened eyes locked with yours in an intense gaze that made your breath catch. His devious tongue eagerly lapped up your release like you were the sweetest dessert he’d ever tasted. The overwhelming sensation had you gasping and writhing, but his strong arms held you firmly in place, keeping you spread open and completely at his mercy, unable to close your legs and escape the delicious torture of his tongue.
“B-Bucky, wait—” you panted, your body still shaking from the first orgasm. But he only responded with a deep, satisfied hum against your pussy, the vibrations making you see starts as he continued his mission to draw another climax from your trembling body.
Your fingers instinctively tightened in his dark locks as the familiar coil of pleasure began building once more. “You taste divine, doll. Like the sweetest of desserts. Fuck, you are my favorite thing to eat. I could spend hours just tasting you.” His sinful words pulled a desperate whimper from your lips as he resumed his delicious worship on your pussy.
When his fingers curled deep inside you again, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue worked magic on your clit, you knew you were done for. Your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, making you arch off the sofa, toes curl, and cry out in pure ecstasy as waves of intense pleasure coursed through your body, setting your nerves alight.
Bucky continued his assault, devouring you with hunger, drinking in every drop of your release as if he were a man dying of thirst, only slowing his movements when your trembling body became too sensitive to take any more stimulation.
“Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before,” you breathed out between giggles, fingers threaded through his now messy hair. His lips curved into a satisfied smile against your skin as he nuzzled your core one last time.
As your breathing slowly steadied, Bucky pressed tender kisses to your inner thighs, worshiping every inch of you, before moving up your body. When he finally reached your lips, he claimed them in a deep passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire but also filled with pure adoration.
“You’re incredible, doll,” he murmured, his thumb caressing your cheek with tenderness. “So fucking perfect for me.” His eyes held no lie as he gazed into your twinkling ones.
You hummed contentedly, still floating in a post-orgasmic bliss as you curled into his embrace, your body deliciously heavy from pleasure. His arms wrapped around you, and you felt his lips press a gentle kiss to your temple. Your fingers traced lazy patterns on his button-down, feeling the warmth of his chest beneath the material.
Drawing you impossibly closer against his chest, he whispered. “Stay with me tonight?”
“Nothing would make me happier, Bucky.”
Nestled in his strong embrace, you knew with absolutely certainty that this—this connection, this intimacy, this remarkable man—was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. The depth of your feelings both thrilled and terrified you, but you knew without a doubt that you’d move heaven and earth to keep him in your life.
The peaceful moment was broken by his low, sensual growl against your neck. “The night’s still young, doll,” he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he traced open-mouthed kisses along your throat. “I’ve got plans to make you come on my cock at least two times before we call it a night.”
His words and promise ignited a fresh wave of arousal through your body, your empty pussy clenching in anticipation. You knew you were in for a night of pure pleasure and passion, and with Bucky, you couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.
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previous chapter (twelve). series masterlist. the playlist.
chapter summary - all you need right now is space and time. shame the universe has other plans.
pairing - dads bestfriend!bucky x female reader - soulmate au
warnings - cursing. angst. allusions to a sort of panic attack/anxiety.
word count - 5k
authors note - tell a friend to tell a friend… she’s back!! hi babies. I can only apologise for the unplanned long absence - there’s a few reasons and they’re all boring. but I am so happy to be back here bringing you another chapter of honey and her honey. thank you to everyone that’s stuck with me and stuck with this series. I love you all <3
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You wake to the smell of breakfast and the sound of someone breathing steadily into your ear.
Lacie’s wrapped around you like a koala bear, legs and arms circling you like she’s afraid you’ll roll out of bed. She’s always been a clingy sleeper, ever since she was a child. As a kid, you’d open your eyes to see her hand clasping yours so tightly, you were surprised she didn’t break any bones. You’d simply smile and drift back off to your dreams, happily content that she was always seeking you out, even subconsciously.
“That smells so fucking good.”
It’s murmured into the bare skin of your shoulder, making both of you laugh. The sound of your shared amusement is slow and syrupy, both of your voices coated with sleep.
“Morning,” you whisper, leaning in to rest your head on top of Lacie’s. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby,” she murmurs back, trying to keep the volume low so as not to disturb the peace. “This bed is so comfortable. Always has been.”
“I miss it now I have my own place. My new bed is okay, but nothing compares to this one.”
“Maybe it’s all the memories it holds. Makes it softer.”
You chuckle, shaking your head gently.
“Oh, yeah. That’ll be what it is.”
“Knew it.”
She stretches like a cat next to you while you rub the tiredness from your eyes, both of you adjusting to the morning light.
“What time is it?”
“Ten thirty.”
“I definitely thought you were about to say two in the afternoon or something,” she chuckles. “Also thought I’d be hungover as hell when I woke up.”
“Maybe it was the tea that we drank before bed. Or all the crying. Counterbalanced the alcohol.”
She snorts, squeezing you tightly as she remembers your conversation from last night.
“For sure. There’ll be science behind that.”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely.”
You’re both shaking with laughter when there’s a knock on the door, both of you sitting up in bed.
“Come in!”
“Good morning my girls,” your Mom half sings as she walks in and opens the curtains to let the day in.
The melody of her voice, the words she’s saying, her waking the two of you up after going to bed too late at a sleepover… it’s like being twelve again.
“There’s breakfast on the table, thought you might be hungry after your exciting night last night. You know, drinking tea on the porch at one in the morning, all that crazy stuff you got up to.”
She can’t help but chuckle to herself as both of you do the same, amused by the familiarity of it all.
“There’s pancakes, fruit, toast and cereal. And pineapple juice for you, Lacie.”
“My favourite,” she coos. “You remembered.”
“Won’t ever forget it,” your Mom responds, pinching your best friend’s cheek like she did when you were first graders. “Now come and eat before it goes cold.”
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Breakfast is divine - which is absolutely no surprise to anyone.
“You wanna stick around here today, Lace?”
“Wish I could. I’ve got a couple of afternoon clients, but the first isn’t until one thirty, thankfully.”
“You sure you can’t stay?” you ask, hating how your voice makes you sound like you’re six years old again.
“Sorry babe. But you know where I am if you need me. Pop by the salon anytime, okay? I could use an assistant.”
You laugh, both of you knowing you’d most likely be terrible at that job role.
“Thanks for being here last night,” you say as you grab her hand atop the table. “I needed it.”
“So did I,” she replies as she squeezes your fingers. “More than I even realised.”
“You girls want to join me today?”
Your Mom pokes her head around the door frame, looking at you both with a gentle smile.
“I can’t, but thanks for the offer, Lori. I’ve got clients later. But she will,” Lacie nudges you with her foot probably a bit harder than intended, giggling as she does it.
“I will, Mama.”
“Okay sweet girls. Have a good day at work, Lacie. Don’t be a stranger, alright? We’ve missed you around here.”
“I’ve missed you guys too. You’ll regret saying that - I’m about to be here twenty four seven.”
Your Mom chuckles as she leaves, the sound of it clinking off the glasses of pineapple juice that you’re both still drinking.
“Seriously babe. You need anything, just ask. I’ll be here, no matter what.”
“Thank you. You’re the best, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You never have to know.”
Lacie leaves in a cloud of expensive perfume and vanilla scented body butter, off to go make peoples hair related dreams come true all day.
“I’ve got some errands to run,” your Mom says as you’re standing at the front door, waving to your best friend as she walks down the street. “Be my passenger? I’ll pay you in coffee.”
“Let’s do it.”
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All five of your senses are catered for as you walk around the market, soaking in all of the sensations. There’s mothers pushing their babies in strollers, elderly couples strolling leisurely, children running around buzzing with excitement. It’s alive, with sounds and smells and new sights wherever you turn.
The sun beats down, cooled slightly by the gentle breeze that whips around between the stalls. It’s a glorious day, not a cloud in the sky. It’s making you feel hopeful, more joyous than yesterday.
“Sweetheart, will you grab me some fruit from the guy in the corner while I get some bread? Pick whatever looks good.”
“Sure Mama.”
You part in different directions, making the journey towards the most colourful stand at the market. The fruits are vibrant tones of pink and orange and yellow, bright and fresh and completely irresistible.
“What do you have that’s in season?” you ask the guy behind the boxes, a redhead probably about the same age as you are.
He’s objectively handsome - freckles, cheeky smile, tall and muscular. He looks at you for a moment before holding out a peach.
“Right now is the peak time for peaches. I promise these will be the best ones you’ve ever had in your life.”
“In my entire life?” you question, hint of mischief in your voice.
“Want me to prove it?”
“Go ahead.”
He picks up a knife and carefully cuts around the pit, before tearing into the peach and handing one half to you.
“You’re not ready for it,” he teases.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
You bite into it, juice running readily down your wrist as you do. And as much as you hate to admit it - it’s divine.
“Say it.”
“Hmm?”
“Tell me it’s the best peach you’ve ever had.”
“Well then I’d be lying.”
His face falls for a fraction of a second before he regains his confidence like nothing ever happened.
“Confess. Come on.”
“Fine, fine. It’s the best peach I’ve ever had. In my entire life.”
“I knew it!” he grins, satisfied. “Knew a pretty girl like you wouldn’t lie to me.”
“I thought about it.”
“Oh, I know.”
He stares at you for a moment too long, taking in your features with his green eyes.
“Do you have a soulmate, peach?”
You’re processing the new nickname for a second when your Mom appears behind you, answering the question.
“Yes, she does. A complicated one.”
“Ah,” he laughs. “The best kind, no?”
“Depends on the day,” you smile, shaking your head. “Mama, we have to buy a dozen of these peaches. They’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”
The man winks at you before throwing some into a paper bag for you, along with raspberries, strawberries and oranges at your request.
“Thank you for these,” you say as you’re paying.
“Anytime. See you around, peach!”
“Oh he likes you,” your Mom all but sings as you both walk away. “You’re Tethered and you’re still attracting all the boys.”
“One guy at the fruit stall, not all the boys.”
“Sure, sweetheart. Sure.”
Your Mom hasn’t talked about your Tethering before. Neither of your parents have. It hasn’t been spoken about since that day your Dad was in the hospital. She’s mentioning it so easily, so casually, anyone would think that you’d all had a comprehensive conversation about it.
“Coffee now?” she asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“How about matcha? For a change?”
“Ooo, yes! I’ve heard that place on the corner does all different flavours. Clara at work had a blueberry one the other day.”
“Think I might stick to vanilla. You’re more adventurous than me.”
“Always have been,” she winks, bashing into you with her shoulder cheekily.
You can’t argue with that.
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The coffee shop has a beautiful deck with an ocean view out back, perfect for sitting and gossiping with your Mom in the sunshine. The two of you catch up like no time has passed, patching over the disconnect that has crept into your relationship recently. You both know it’s no one’s fault - life just gets in the way sometimes.
There’s a pause in conversation, and you decide it’s now or never to ask the question that’s been on your mind for a while.
“Mama?”
“Sweetheart?”
“Why haven’t you guys tried to talk to me about the whole soulmate situation sooner?”
She thinks for a moment, carefully considering what she wants to say.
“Did you want us to?”
“No. Yes. Maybe? Honestly, I don’t know. But the three of us have always talked about everything, and now all of a sudden we’re silent when it comes to anything to do with my Tethering. It’s just unusual is all.”
“When your Dad and I first figured it out, I wanted to speak to you straight away. I thought we’d tackle the topic immediately, right? I think maybe I was a little upset that you hadn’t mentioned it - it’s such a huge milestone, arguably the biggest one in your entire life. And then Jack slowed me down, and helped me think a little more rationally.”
“He’s good at that,” you whisper.
“The best,” she smiles. “He figured that there must have been a reason that you didn’t say anything to us - that you were probably working things out for yourselves. So we kept quiet. It’s not that I didn’t want to talk to you, it’s that we felt like it was best that we didn’t until you were ready.”
“So you weren’t just… ignoring the problem until it went away?”
“There’s no problem in my eyes, sweet girl. Just two people going through something they’ve never experienced before.”
You take a deep breath, willing the weight you’ve been carrying around to be lifted from your shoulders.
“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you sooner,” you murmur. “It’s not because I didn’t want to.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
She grabs your hand across the table, just like Lacie did this morning. How lucky you feel to be surrounded by such gentle, golden hearted women. What a gift.
“Can I ask you a question, sweetheart?”
You nod, urging her to go ahead.
“Did something happen? The last couple of days, you’ve seemed a little… down. And Bucky hasn’t been around, and it all feels… unusual? Like something’s changed, maybe.”
It feels like she can see into your soul when she looks at you, staring right through any kind of facade you try to put up. You’re begging yourself not to start crying again, sick of the sensation of tears falling down your face.
“We, uh - it’s a long story and it’s complicated but uh… where to begin-”
“Hey, you’re okay. If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. If you’re not ready, then-”
“It’s not that I’m not ready, it’s that I don’t even know where to start. I’m so confused about everything and I don’t even know how to even begin to put it into words that are somewhat comprehensible and I just… I don’t even know.”
The birds chirp above your heads, a million and one conversations happening around you on the deck as the two of you exist in your own little bubble for the moment.
“Give me the facts. Just the bare basics of it.”
“I don’t know if I know him, Mama.”
“Hmm?”
She looks completely puzzled, but she’s trying to stay focused on getting some cohesive answers out of you.
“There’s so much I don’t know about him. It hit me all at once the other day, and now I just… don’t know where we stand.”
She thinks for a second, measured and careful.
“What do you feel like you don’t know?”
“So many things. He never told me he had a sister, and then you and Dad mentioned her and-”
“Oh honey, I’m sorry. If I’d known you didn’t know-”
“No no, it’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. That was just the catalyst to me realising that I think we might have done this whole thing in the completely wrong order.”
“You know, there isn’t necessarily a right order.”
“I know that, but still. We’re all twisted and backwards now. Feels like we’re facing in the wrong direction.”
Your Mom rubs circles into the back of your hand with her thumb, keeping you grounded.
“You’re allowed to have a honeymoon phase, you know. Most soulmates have them. Some last longer than others, yes, but they’re not unusual. You’re wrapped up in your little bubble of love and excitement and sometimes confusion - it’s hard to see outside of that.”
“But surely there’s a difference between a honeymoon phase and obliviousness.”
She exhales her deep breath, sighing as she does it.
“You’re right.”
“I am?”
“Yes. You often are. Trust yourself more.”
“I do, I just… This is the one area of my life where I really do feel completely clueless.”
“And you hate it.”
“And I hate it.”
You take a long sip of your drink, looking out over the ocean and letting the repetition of the waves crashing against the rocks calm your racing heart.
“You wanna know what I think the solution is?”
“Tell me, Mama.”
“I think you need to go right back to the beginning, and work on everything you skipped over. Date each other again. You’ve gone too deep too fast and now you’re struggling to swim. So take yourselves back to the shallow end, put your floaties on, and start afresh. Not completely afresh obviously, but as much as you possibly can.”
“I like your water metaphors. Very fitting.”
She laughs all silvery and melodic as she kicks your foot under the table in retaliation.
“You know what I mean,” she teases.
“I do.”
“Good. The two of you need to get to know each other again - this time without worrying about getting caught or keeping the entire thing a secret. You can just be, now. Be completely as you are. No pressure, no worrying. Just you and your soulmate.”
You digest every single one of her words, knowing instantly that she’s right. There may not be a magic solution to your situation, but she’s found one that’s damn close.
“I like that idea,” you say eventually. “And if we both go into it with open hearts, promising to be completely honest, then we can’t go wrong, right?”
“Exactly. It’s all about keeping open hearts and minds. Both of you.”
“I’ll talk to him about it later. Or maybe tomorrow. Whenever I’m ready.”
“There’s no rush, sweet girl. Take your time.”
You inhale a lungful of the salty seaside air and take a moment to breathe. You’re going to be just fine. Both of you.
Your Mom stands up suddenly, grabbing her bag as she does it.
“I’m in the mood to wander around that street full of little boutiques around the corner. They all have new window displays in and you know I can’t resist.”
“Then let’s do it,” you encourage as you trail after her, almost running to keep up. “Retail therapy might be just what I need.”
“That’s the spirit!” she laughs as she grabs your hand to pull you along. “You are your mother’s daughter.”
“Always,” you grin. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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Your Mom manages to distract you for the rest of the afternoon with hours of shopping and leisurely browsing, neither of you in a rush to be anywhere. It’s exactly what you needed - rare, precious time with your favourite woman in the world. Just the two of you.
It’s when you’re sitting in your apartment later on that evening that you realise the days activities haven’t cured your sadness - only masked it temporarily.
Suddenly, the walls feel like they’re too close, the colours surrounding you too vibrant, the lights too bright. You take a deep breath and dig your fingers into the couch cushion, willing yourself to stay grounded. There’s a ball of anxiety in your chest, swirling around and slamming itself into your ribcage, your heart thrumming nervously underneath it, fighting to be heard.
You need to get out.
You need air. You need the wind whipping across your face, you need the sea salt on your lips, you need the birds squawking above your head.
You shove your feet into some shoes and grab a hoodie, throwing it on and grabbing your keys simultaneously. Practically sprinting down the stairs, you push the front door open with far more force than necessary, striding down the sidewalk with more momentum than you thought you could muster. Your legs are carrying you where they know you need to go - even if your mind can’t comprehend where that may be.
You turn the corner, and feel the sidewalk change to sand beneath you.
Inhaling deeply, you revel in the ocean breeze rattling through your bones and the chill it brings. It’s a welcome feeling. You’re right where you need to be.
You realise that you can’t even remember the journey to get here. It’s as if the Universe grabbed your hand and pulled, dragging you exactly where it wanted you to be. You venture onto the beach, heading towards the cove that’s tucked away, sinking familiarly with every step.
You turn your head, and realise suddenly why the Universe wanted you to be right here, right now.
Sitting on the sand, knees tucked into his body, barefoot and windswept.
Bucky.
He feels your presence before he sees you, even from across the beach. His head whips around to find you perfectly on the first try, eyes locked on you standing too far away for his liking. But he doesn’t move. He wants you to determine this interaction. If you walk away, still asking for space, he’ll give it to you. If you run into his arms and never let him go, he’ll hold onto you. It’s your choice. Not his.
“Hi,” you whisper, sound stolen by the wind. He hears it clear as day.
“Hi, honey girl.”
You’re a hundred feet apart and speaking in hushed tones as if you’re right next to each other, the Universe doing all the heavy lifting in your communication.
“Can I join you?”
“Always,” he says without hesitating. “You don’t ever have to ask.”
You make your way over slowly, trepidation weighing down every step. You’re not scared to see him. You’re scared of what you’re going to feel. You’re scared your heart will betray you and you’ll crumble into him, that you’ll let him kiss you stupid like nothing ever happened.
Sitting on the sand a few feet away, you try not to get lost in the deep, sky blue pools of his eyes that are watching every single minuscule movement you make. You get comfortable, tucking your knees into your chest and holding onto them for stability. Mirroring each other absentmindedly, as always.
Both of you sit and listen to the repetitive crash of the ocean waves against the shore, soothing and grounding. It’s been the soundtrack to so many of your milestones, so many of your important moments.
Bucky’s the first to break the silence. You’re not entirely sure what to say.
“How’d you know I was here?”
“I didn’t. I got a little overwhelmed in my apartment and decided I needed to take a walk. Ended up here.”
“The damn Universe.”
“Yeah. Damn her.”
There’s an inkling of a smile threatening to break across his face, but he tampers it down, stoic again in an instant.
“Are you okay?”
You take a deep breath, considering your answer carefully.
“No. But I will be. Time heals all wounds, right?”
“Is that what this is? A wound?”
“I don’t know,” you exhale. “It feels like one.”
“And I caused it.”
“Not necessarily. We have joint responsibility here. I just…”
You’re trying to find the right words to explain yourself without making the rift in between you worse. You realise quickly that you need to be entirely honest - and if the distance gets wider, then that’s a necessary pain.
“You’ve upset me, Buck. And I can’t sit here and lie and pretend you haven’t.”
“I don’t want you to lie to me. I never do. No matter how bad you think it is, or how much you think it’ll hurt me.”
You nod, half in agreement and half to stop yourself from bursting into tears.
“I’ve spent the last few days debating everything,” you say with a shake in your voice. “I want you to know that no matter what… it’s always going to be you, Buck. You are my soulmate for a reason. I love you with every single fibre of my being.”
“I love you so much,” he chokes out, eyes welling up with emotion. “I wouldn’t want to be Tethered to any other person in this entire world. Only you.”
You nod again, chewing on your lip to try and keep yourself together. You feel like you’re falling apart at the seams, held together only by the clothes on your body.
Taking another breath as deep into your lungs as you can, you exhale it shakily before hugging your legs as tightly as you can.
“I think I need to take a step back from this.”
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but you know that they’ve come from your heart. You mean it - but that doesn’t lessen the hurting.
“From us,” you continue. “You are the only person I will ever want. You are my entire life, James Buchanan Barnes. That is exactly the point. We will be together for the rest of our lives - and I cannot wait for that. That guarantee of us, forever, means that we don’t have to rush. We can take our time. And right now, I really need to take my time.”
He nods, encouraging you to continue. There are tears silently falling down his face, and you can feel the sadness and the longing rolling off of him in waves. You want to squeeze him as tightly as you can and never let go, but you know you have to stand your ground here.
“I need space, Buck. Space and time. I’m just completely overwhelmed. I need to get my priorities in check, too. I need to start really putting focus into the bakery franchise to make it the best it can be. Stella asked me if I was alright when we were on the phone a few days ago, and it made me realise that if she can tell - from the other side of the country, and just by my voice - that somethings wrong, then I need to just… take a breath.”
“I’m sorry you’re feeling overwhelmed,” he says, voice cracking with the emotion of it all. “I know that a Tethering can be all consuming and intense on the best of days. And I think that I was aware that it was a lot for you, and so I tried to keep everything as chilled and low pressure as possible - which in turn, has come back to bite me.”
“Is… that what happened here? Why we seemed to have gone from zero to a hundred really fast, but I somehow feel like I don’t know you at the same time?”
“I think so. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought these past few days, after that morning on the boat. I hated seeing you upset and I hated that I couldn’t fix it there and then.”
You give in to your instincts and reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers and resting them on the sand in between you.
“I know,” you whisper. “I could feel it in my chest. All the sadness and regret and confusion.”
“I could feel it too - the betrayal and the upset and the anger that you were feeling.”
“I wasn’t angry at you, Buck-”
“You were, honey. And that’s okay. You were allowed to be angry at me. You are allowed to be angry at me.”
You nod gently - the slightest of movements, almost imperceptible to anyone but your soulmate.
“I think I was so worried about it all being too much for you that I started holding stuff back. Not in a bad way, but just so that I didn’t overwhelm you. Stories from my childhood and about my mother and sister aren’t exactly light entertainment most of the time. We were figuring stuff out, and I didn’t want it to get too heavy. I didn’t withhold anything on purpose, sweet girl. I promise. It just happened. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“That’s not the point,” you find yourself saying. “I don’t want to sit here and quiz you about your family tree and growing up in New York, Buck. It’s supposed to come up naturally, not because I’ve asked you twenty questions at once.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry,” you say at the same time. “I didn’t mean to snap. I think I’m still a little angry. Which I shouldn’t be, because you’ve explained yourself.”
“You’re allowed to feel what you feel.”
You hum, squeezing his fingers in between yours. You’re not sure who you’re trying to comfort, yourself or your soulmate.
The wind picks up, as if she’s telling you that it’s time to go home. You shiver, the icy ocean breeze whipping around you and settling into your bones.
“Come on, it’s getting dark.”
Bucky rises and pulls you with him, brushing the sand off your pants for you in gentle sweeping motions. He does it without thinking, so accustomed to the little gestures.
“Can I walk you home?”
You should say no, tell him that the space begins now and that you can’t automatically fall back into old routines. Instead, you say,
“Please.”
He hasn’t let go of your hand yet, very aware that he doesn’t know when the next time he’ll get to hold it is.
✵ ✵ · ✵ * · ✵
No one speaks the entire way home.
Neither of you mention that you can both feel the big blue waves of sadness coursing through your chests, unsure if it’s coming from yourself or the other person.
Neither of you mention that Bucky walks you the long way, adding a good twenty extra minutes to your journey.
Neither of you mention that when he hugs you goodbye, he holds you so tight that you can’t breathe for a second.
You’re not sure why, but this feels like the end of something.
Bucky feels it too.
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summery: your parents have treated you like a show piece which Bucky hated. but what crossed the limit was when your parents hold you up for an auction without telling you.
pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x sub!reader
warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT, some plot but mostly smut, auctioning off a person, loss of virginity, panic attack mention, isolation mentioned, age gap (bucky is in his late 30s and reader is late 20s), use of nicknames (princess and baby), dom!bucky but no BDSM (because i don't know how to write it)
A/N: i love me some dad's best friend and especially Bucky. and seeing him in suit in thunderbolts is sending shivers down my spine.
James Buchanan Barnes was a bad man.
At least that's what he thought every time he saw you.
You were all he could think about every time your father was present in the room. Mostly because your father won't stop talking about you.
Your father had a tendency to show you off for his benefit and it irked Bucky greatly. You weren't something to be put in a glass jar but your father did just that. Your mom was no less. She too supported her husband on every decision he made about you and your life.
Bucky had seen you become trapped in your room because everything got too overwhelming. You had turned from a shy kid to a wallflower. That made Bucky overly protective of you. Every time your parents paraded you and your achievements around, Bucky would always cling on to you, trying to comfort you from a distance.
It was just another big party in the y/l/n household. You were forced to dress in white satin gown and were adorned with pearls. They had made you look like a virgin doll. They had their reasons for that, of course, but they hadn't told you anything about it. It's not like this was the first time you were being pushed into the unknown.
The room started to fill up and you started to notice that the room was filled with male guests. Occasional female guests but they all looked like escorts.
You shuddered with a bad feeling and slowly stepped in the shadows. A small yelp left your lips as you crashed into someone. Before you could scramble up and leave, you felt a metal hand steady your very open back.
“Bucky?”
“Hey, princess. You hiding again?” He chuckled at your jumpiness when someone walked too close. He pulled you closer. This was wrong. So wrong but you felt so right in his arms.
“Something doesn't feel right about tonight. I'm way too dressed up for this.” You always felt comfortable in Bucky’s arms but you never said anything. Why? Because you weren't allowed to think or say anything on your own.
Bucky was looking gorgeous in his black tux. His hair was slicked back and he smelled devine. His eyes held the same softness you had become used to over the few years. But you shouldn't think about this. It was wrong. He was your father’s best friend. You shouldn't let your mind take his kindness as something more.
“You look beautiful, princess.”
That nickname. He gave that to you when you met him the first day. You were dressed in your pink pjs and your hair was tied in a loose braid. You were about to go to bed but went down to the kitchen to get some water.
He was nursing a drink when you came across him. He figured you were the daughter and you knew he was the new friend your father had made. He got up from his seat and walked closer to you to introduce himself. He looked so much larger than you. To him you looked adorable and innocent, but locked up in a house. Since that day, he had been calling you ‘princess’ because your cheeks always tinted pink when he did.
“You look beautiful too, Bucky.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear you.
“Why do you look more panicked than usual, princess? Did someone say something to you?” He brought his flesh hand and stroked your back gently to calm you.
“No. That's the thing. Nobody is telling me anything. I don't know what today is about. And there are so many male guests. It's making me uncomfortable.”
“Wait, so you have absolutely no idea how today’s fundraiser is going to go?” Bucky’s eyebrows scrunched in concern. Something was definitely not right now.
You shook your head and looked at Bucky to give you answers. Your innocent eyes were calling to him but before he could tell you what's going on, your mother’s voice rang on the mic and your name was called.
Bucky reluctantly saw you walk away and you kept on glancing back at him. His eyes were filled with worry and you knew something wrong was going to happen.
Bucky sat down at his table near the stage where the auction was about to begin. He thought about why you weren't told about this but he wanted his thoughts to be proven wrong. Surely your parents weren't that power hungry.
All the women you had noticed were called on stage one by one and were being auctioned off. Your heart racing off the charts and you kept on glancing at Bucky from behind the curtains. He hadn't put in a price at any of them. You were relieved by that but terrified about you being put beside all these women.
Soon all the women in front of you were auctioned off.
“And now, a very special someone. She carries all of my pride with her.” Your father began your introduction and you smoothened your dress, trying to look brave.
Bucky felt like he was staring at the devil. How could your own father auction you off to all these sleazy men out here? His biggest fear of tonight was coming to light. He had been meaning to save you from this prison for a while and your father had just given him the reason to drag you away, even if it cost him a few hundred thousand bucks.
“Please welcome my daughter, Y/N! Her bidding starts at…”
You were now standing in front of all these… eyes. You felt cheap. You felt like a whore. Your parents had officially become vultures to you. Tears were streaming down your face as you stood on the stage. Nobody cared about that.
Because the spotlight was on you, you couldn't see who was bidding on you. But as the numbers went higher, the cheaper you felt. Till everything came to a standstill and you saw someone walk up to the stage.
“Come on, baby. Let's get going.” Bucky’s voice tore through the hooting and booing of the crowd.
You gasped in shock but you walked to him anyway. At least he made you feel safer. He wrapped one hand around your waist and the other around your legs and lifted you like a sack on his shoulder.
You refused to meet your parents’ eyes as you were carried out of the room where another round of hooting erupted.
Bucky walked straight to your room, not bothering to stop anywhere else. When you both reached the door to your room, he slowly lowered you down. You were a crying mess but at least now you were safe.
“Come on, princess. Let's go in.” Bucky nudged your back a little.
“B-b-but that's my room.” You cowered.
“Princess, listen. If you open your door and invite me in, only then will I step into your safe space. Also, I cannot talk about anything out here. There are ears everywhere.” He caressed your hair to calm you down. He brought out his handkerchief and cleaned your face a little to make you feel more calm.
You nodded and opened the door to your room and stepped in with Bucky in tow. As soon as you stepped in the room, he closed the door shut. You panicked. Was he going to do something? This is not how you pictured to spend time with the man you had fallen in love with.
“Princess, don't worry. I didn't close, just shut the door for a little privacy. Now, pack your bags. I'm taking you home with me.”
“Wh-what?”
You were shocked by his revelation. Anywhere would be better than here with your parents but you were not ready, were you? You really were a princess and anywhere else felt… scary.
“I'm not letting you stay here a minute longer. Showing off your achievements was different but auctioning you off is fucked up.” Bucky dragged out your big suitcase and started stuffing all your comfy clothes in it.
“Bucky, wait, stop! What are you doing?” You hold his hand and pull him to face you.
“I am getting you out of here. Did you know what was going on down there? Teh auction? It wasn't just for the money. Those were… i cant believe your father… he was selling you off to the highest bidder. You would have been ruined by now! You weren't going to be returned if someone else had taken you!”
Bucky closed your suitcase after emptying more than half of your room. He was frustrated. He ran his hand on his hair and started dragging your suitcase out of the room.
“Wait, Bucky! We can’t- you can't just take me with you! That's- you're my father’s best friend.”
“I can.” He holds your jaw in his hand, softly but with authority. “I paid for you, princess. This is my one and only way of saving you from all of this.”
“Why do you want to save me, Bucky?” Your voice faltered. Your face was very close to his.
“Because, my dear Princess, you belong to me now. I've had my sights on you for a really long time and now I get to have you the way I want.” Bucky pecked your lips and held your hand to pull you to his car that was parked right outside the door.
………………………..
You stepped in the Barnes Manor and looked at the grandeur of everything around you. You didn't expect Bucky to be so… materialistic.
“Not everything is mine. My ex wife was way too much into these things. Been trying to get rid of things but i don't know how or where to start.” Bucky looked at you as if he could read your thoughts.
He asked you to follow him and he took you to an empty room. It looked like an empty canvas. Bucky’s men dropped off your bags in the room and left, closing the door behind them.
“Umm… Bucky… How will you have me?” Your whispered voice bounced against the room walls, making Bucky take a sharp turn at you.
“What?” He was flabbergasted.
“Well, you, uh, paid for me. So, you get to have me, right? That's what the auction was about?” You were fidgeting, looking down at your shoes.
“Is that what you think?” Bucky walked closer to you. “That I brought you here to have my way with you?” Bucky cupped your face and made you look up. “Princess, I brought you here because I am not letting someone else have you, not because I want you.”
“So… you don't want me?” Seeing him this close was bringing back those burning desires you have always felt for him.
Seeing your pout and hearing your question, stirred the buried desire in Bucky back to life. If he could, he would've taken you right there in your bedroom but he held on to the one thread of decency.
“Don't say it like that, princess.” There was barely any space between yours and his lips. “I want you so bad, baby, but it's wrong. You're my best friend’s daughter.”
Your eyes fall on his lips, refusing to waver. “You're right. This is very wrong.” You curled your fist around his blazer pulling him slightly closer.
“Princess…” Bucky warned you.
“Yes, sir?” The designation just slipped out.
Bucky lost all his control. He grabbed your face and crashed his lips on yours. His tongue slipped in your mouth as you moaned in the kiss. Your hand snaked around his neck and forced his face closer to yours. You bit his lower lip that made him groan.
He walked forward without breaking the kiss till you both hit the edge of the bed. He pushed you on the bed gently and hovered over you, taking your lips back on his. He kept on pushing you back till you were in the middle of the bed, all tangled up in him.
His lips moved on every inch of your face, kissing and then moved down to your neck, making you moan louder. He nipped at your skin and kissed down your valley before moving back up to your lips.
“Please, sir.” You were begging so prettily. With perfectly swollen lips and dazed eyes, you looked every way ready to be fucked.
“Princess, are you sure? This is your first time.” Bucky caressed your cheeks.
“Yes, sir. Have me. I'm ready. Please fuck me. Please.” You fumbled with Bucky’s shirt buttons.
“Ok ok.” Bucky chuckled, looking at your impatience. “We've got to get you out of that beautiful dress first and then we will remove my suit, okay? And then if you still feel ready, i will fuck you.”
You scrambled up to your feet and tried to find the zipper of the dress to take it off, without trying to tear it. You pouted at Bucky who was looking at your struggle with an amused face.
“Alright. Let me help you. You'll be patient, yes?”
You nodded enthusiastically and stood still like the good girl you want to be for him. He moved you around and zipped down your dress and gently, it fell down at your foot, leaving you exposed. All you were wearing was white underwear since there was no way you could've been able to wear a bra in that dress.
“Wow, princess, you are even more gorgeous than I had imagined.” Bucky gently cupped your boobs and thumbs your nipples, making you push yourself on to him.
“You, you imagined me?” You look at him with wide eyes. You had never expected the man of your dreams doing the same thing you've been doing.
“Of course, baby. Why do you think it was so easy for you to let me kiss you?” Bucky started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon, he was standing in front of you, very, very naked.
You had wanted to cover yourself up but you were so distracted by him, his hands and then his large cock that until he held your hand and guided you back to bed, you were unaware about everything else.
“So, one last time, do you want to go to sleep or do you still want to continue?”
Bucky was ready to pull on the comforter and go to sleep naked beside you. He could relieve himself in the bathroom. He didn't want to put any pressure on you.
“Please, sir. Fuck me.”
Bucky wasted no time in tearing away your underwear and situating himself in between your legs.
“Now, I'm going to have to open you up for me. You still have a chance to say no. After I'm done using my fingers on you, if you feel you've had enough, tell me and we stop.”
Bucky was impatient to have you around his cock but he wasn't going to make you feel like you had to. He actually thought he didn't need to prepare you for seeing how wet and dripping you were for him. But he wanted your first time to be easy, as easy as he could make it for you.
“Pay attention to this, princess. I will go easy but we will use safewords. We will use traffic signals. Green is for good, yellow is to pause or slow down and red is to stop completely. Tell me, which are the safewords? I want to hear them from you.”
“Green is for good, yellow is for pause and red is for stop.” You repeated like a diligent student.
“My good girl. Now, I will be inserting my fingers in you. If you feel uncomfortable, use the safewords. Do you understand?” Bucky started stroking your petals with his fingers, very slowly.
Your breath hitched and you nodded eagerly, excited to see and feel what Bucky would do to you. But he stopped stroking and looked with disapproval. “Use your words, princess. Do you understand?”
“Yes I understand, sir. Please don't stop.” Your breathy reply gave Bucky the satisfaction and he started stroking your petals again, spreading the wetness all around.
Bucky decided not to make you beg so much and very slowly inserted his first metal finger in. you whimpered and gasped at the new intrusion. You cover your mouth with your hands and turn your face, trying to subside the noises coming out from you.
“Look at you, taking my fingers so well. So fucking beautful and tight, writhing under me. I haven't even put my cock in yet.”
Bucky was able slide his second finger just as easily because of how turned on you were. He increased his pace and you mewled under him. He tsked at you trying to hide your voices and so he brought his other hand over to your clit and rubbed it, making you move your hands from your mouth to grip the sheet under you.
“I knew I could get you to remove your hands. You sound so fucking amazing, princess.”
“Oh god! I'm gonna- Bucky! Please, sir. I'm going to-” You were struggling to get the words out without moaning in between.
“Cum for me, princess. Drench my fingers.”
And you did just that. His ministrations led to your cum spurting out on his metal hand that kept on moving in and out of you, making you ride your orgasm. When you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean, making you wetter than you already were. A small moan escaped your lips, seeing him enjoying your juice.
“You like seeing me enjoy your juice, don't you?” Bucky chuckled at your squirming reaction. He was still sitting between your legs, you being completely exposed to him.
You nodded with blush heavily creeping on your face.
Bucky leaned down and kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. Your hands rested on his biceps as he sat back up. “What's your color, princess?”
“It's green, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, do you want my cock in you?”
“Yes sir.” Bucky pulled out a condom from the drawer beside the bed and put on the rubber. You looked intently at his actions, learning how to do it when next time you get to have Bucky.
Bucky pecked you on the lips again and aligned himself against your folds. You gasped at the new sensation. Bucky faltered a little. He was about to pull away but you held onto his bicep tighter and pulled him back.
“It's green, sir. I will tell you if I want to stop. So please don't stop. I want you so bad.”
“You beg so pretty, princess. How can I say no to you?”
Bucky pushed his cock furthur in you and just as he was completely in you, your back arched, letting out a lazy moan and a hiss from your throat. Bucky groaned as he felt you tighten around him.
“Fuck, princess. You're strangling me.”
You mewled as he began to move. In and out. The motion was simple but the feeling building inside of you wasn't.
“Been wanting you for so long, sir.” A strangled cry from your mouth cut you off as he pushed himself deeper. “Been thinking only about you.”
Bucky groaned at your confession and his speed increased, making your back arch again with a sudden loud moan. “My princess. All mine, aren't you?”
A garbled moan left you before you could form a full sentence. “All.. yours… sir…”
“Please go faster, sir.” You dug your nails in his bicep.
“No, I don't want to hurt you.” His voice strained. He was holding himself back and you knew that.
“You will never hurt me, sir. Please go faster. Don't hold back.”
Hearing you affirm that you're okay, Bucky pressed himself on you and put his arms under you. Your arms held onto his back and your nails dug and dragged on his back, leaving marks as he increased his thrusting.
“Oh god! Sir! Don't stop. So good!”
“Not stopping, princess. Never stopping. I could just keep on going like this.”
You mewled and whimpered at every thrust and he tightened his hold around you. Your nipples brushed against his and he moved his metal hand from under you to hold your nipple. He turned and twisted them, making you cry out in pleasure.
Bucky put his mouth on your boobs and sucked hard on your nipples, sending waves of pleasure to your folds. His relentless thrusting just added more to what you have been holding on to. The knot in your stomach tightened, sending a familiar shiver down your back.
“Sir, i’m-”
“Cum my princess, you've been good. Cum for me.”
Bucky sped up his thrusting and you arched against him as you found your release. He kept on thrusting through your orgasm, finally finding a release in you. Your pussy had tightened its hold on him and milked him so well. He kept on murmuring praises in your ear as his thrusting faltered and he stayed still.
“Are you ok, princess?” Bucky shifted and pulled out of you. You whined at the loss but were too fucked out to move. “Use your words, baby.”
“I'm ok. I'm more than ok.” You gave him a dazed smile that made him chuckle.
He stood up from the bed and carried you to the bathroom and helped you clean up. He filled the tub with warm water and sat you in the tub and settled behind you. He pulled you flush against his chest and you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Will you send me back? Now that you got what you paid for?” Your small voice clenched his heart.
“I didnt pay to fuck you, princess. I paid to get you out of that house. Having you in my bed, naked, wanting, is just a perk.” Bucky kissed your cheek and pulled you even closer. “I am not sending you anywhere, princess. You belong to me now. The moment you stepped in my house, you were mine. And now that I've had your taste, I'm not going back.”
“So,” you fiddled with your fingers. “If I belong to you, if I am yours, then does that mean you belong to me too? Does that mean you're mine too?”
“Yes, princess. I am all yours.” Bucky kissed your shoulder and then pulled you in a sweet kiss.
You both get up from the tub and Bucky dried you with a fluffy towel. He put one of his old t-shirts on you and a pair of his old breezy boxers that had gotten too tight because of his thighs. He wore one of his joggers and an old tank.
You both slipped in bed and he pulled you flushed against him. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes as the tiring activities were taking over you. But then you had a thought and your eyes popped open. You sat up on the bed, startling Bucky.
“What about dad? He… won't he ask you to return me? What will we do? He'll be pissed. He will cut me off. I have nowhere else to go. I think I should go back.”
Bucky sat up and cupped your face, making you look at him. The panicked look in your eyes made him want to tuck you closer to him but it wasn't going to work. He needed to calm you.
“Princess, look at me. What did I say about you being here?”
“That I belong to you and I'm yours.” your voice turned smaller.
“Exactly. So don't worry about your father at all. I'm here. I will handle everything. And you are not leaving this house. This is yours just as much as mine. Understood?” Bucky caressed your cheeks to calm you down.
“Yes. Understood.” You moved closer to Bucky who pulled you further into his embrace.
“Good girl. Now get some sleep.” He pulled you back on bed and kissed your forehead as you snuggled closer into his arms.
Bucky knew it would cost something to have you in his arms but he also knew that once he had you, he would pay the price but never let you go.
pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x walker’s daughter!reader
summary: you loved to tease your dad, john walker, about his new avengers team, but that was before he introduced you to bucky barnes. he makes you weak in the knees, so when he accidentally sees one of your nudes, you know it’s all over.
word count: 5k (i think this is the longest fic i’ve ever written whoops)
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, age gap, oral sex (m & f recieving), nudes, dirty talk, bucky’s fingers, absolute filth
“What time is everyone getting here?” You yelled across the house to your dad.
“Just a couple minutes,” he responded. You finished tidying around the living room. Today, you were finally meeting his infamous New Avengers teammates.
You’d heard the stories from every mission, but since you’d been away at college, you hadn’t met any of them yet. So, you were helping your dad host a barbecue party. All the neighbors and friends of your dad had been invited, including his teammates.
As if perfectly timed, there was a knock at the door. You followed behind your dad towards the door— feeling more nervous than you expected.
Your dad opened the door to four familiar faces— Yelena, Alexei, Bob, and Ava. Meeting them all was a whirlwind. Ava had complimented your outfit, while Alexei patted you on the head and said you looked like your dad.
“All that’s left is Bucky. He should be here soon.” Your dad told you, patting your shoulders.
Yelena stayed glued to your side. “So, you’re really Walker’s daughter? He talks about you all the time— and even though he told us you just graduated, I was still picturing a little kid.” She told you.
You weren’t shocked. It was a pretty common reaction— given the small age gap between you and your dad.
“He met my mom in high school. They were 16 when they found out she was pregnant. She raised me while he was in the military, and then cheated on him while he was overseas. It’s been me and him ever since.” You explained.
“Relationships with dads are always complicated.” She told you, relating all to well.
You both were about to walk in the living room when your dad jogged over. “One second, honey. Bucky just got here. I want to introduce you.” He said, resting his hand on your shoulder.
“I’ll catch up with you later.” Yelena said, smiling at you.
“They all love you so far. I knew they would.” Your dad encouraged you as he reached for the door.
The next thirty seconds went by in slow motion.
You couldn’t see Bucky at first, as he shook your dad’s hand. Then he stepped into view— with a glow around his whole body from the sun behind him.
Your eyes tried to take in every detail. The soft waves in his hair. The way his metal arm seemed to sparkle in the sun. The way his white tshirt hugged his torso— perfectly showing off every muscle.
Bucky nearly choked on the air when he spotted you. Like Yelena, he’d also expected someone a bit more kid-ish. He didn’t expect you to take his breath away.
“Barnes, this is my daughter.” Your dad introduced you, oblivious to the way Bucky’s eyes were roaming down your body.
Bucky stepped towards you— it was like your skin was on fire. “It’s nice to meet you. You can call me Bucky.” He said, with a charming smile as he shook your hand.
“It’s very nice to meet you.” You responded.
His hand felt massive in yours. Your brain couldn’t help but wander to thoughts of what else his hands could do.
“Walker, Bob wants to walk tv. Where’s the remote?” Yelena yelled from the living room. Your dad walked away towards the rest of the team. Effectively, leaving you alone with Bucky— not that either of you were complaining.
“So, you’re the infamous daughter Walker is always talking about.” Bucky said, his eyes raking down your body. He didn’t have to be as subtle now that John was in the other room. But he still felt a twinge of guilt as he admired you.
“Don’t worry. I’ve been told I always surpass expectations.” You tested the waters, seeing how much flirting you could get away with.
Bucky did a double take. Did you mean what he thought you meant? Was he making it up or were you actually checking him out?
“I don’t doubt that.” Bucky chuckled. He was screwed— colossally screwed. A whole night with you was sure to kill him.
“You want a beer?” You asked, gesturing towards the kitchen. He quickly nodded his head. His nerves were fried around you.
He walked behind you into the kitchen. He mentally cursed himself for noticing how well your denim shorts cupped your ass. It was official— you were his Kryptonite, and he’d only met you five minutes ago.
You grabbed two beers out of the fridge and turned around to find Bucky standing closer than you’d expected.
You met his gaze, watching as his pupils grew— the blue of his eyes barely visible. Suddenly, you were having flashbacks to high school anatomy and learning that your pupils dilated when you were attracted to someone.
“Let me get it, doll.” He said, effortlessly twisting both caps off with his metal hand.
You gulped— taken aback by his strength. You knew the Bucky Barnes story, and you knew he was old enough to be your great grandfather, but that wasn’t stopping you.
Having Bucky’s eyes on you made you feel good. You felt confident and sexy when you left him speechless.
“I can think of some better uses for that arm besides opening beer bottles.” You hinted, looking at him over the rim of the bottle as you took a sip.
He choked on his beer, trying not to spit it out. A smirk grew on your face— pleased with your effect on him. “You better be careful, doll. I’m old enough to be your dad. I don’t think Walker would exactly approve.” He tried to put some distance between the two of you.
He needed to do something to keep himself away from you— or he’d continue to be putty in your hands.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” You said, batting your eyelashes and stepping towards him.
Bucky’s eyes were glued on your chest— the dress you were wearing perfectly displayed your tits. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It wasn’t why you wore the dress, but it was a nice added bonus.
Bucky’s lips drew you in. Like a magnet. It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch— a hunger. All you wanted was to have his hands on you. You needed it.
“Doesn’t make it any less wrong,” he told you. He tried to keep himself away from you. He didn’t think he’d be able to stop himself once he got his hands on you.
“Maybe— but I see it in your eyes,” you told him, brushing his hair out of his face. His breathing stuttered under your touch. “See what?” He asked, breathlessly.
You smirked up at him. “That you want this just as badly as I do.” You said, winking before leaving the kitchen.
Bucky had to take a couple minutes to breathe after you left. He has wrapped right around your finger. He took another swig of his beer and headed towards the living room, where everyone was hanging out.
He swore under his breath, realizing the only empty seat was next to you on the couch.
You gave him a soft innocent smile as he sat beside you— like you hadn’t been flirting with him just out of earshot of your dad.
“So, you just graduated from college? That’s so cool. Do you have a boyfriend?” Yelena asked you. Bucky perked up as he heard the question. Why did he care? What was it about you that pulled him in so strongly?
“No, no boyfriend. Having a little break from boys,” you replied, simply. Bucky had to remind himself to not seem too excited by that.
“I thought I was gonna have to kill her last boyfriend. Leo— that piece of shit.” Your dad groaned, remembering the guy that cheated on you with your best friend.
“Yeah, Leo was a dick. But, there’s a guy I’ve had my eye on, if I was going to end this break from guys. I’ll have to find out if he’s interested though.” You said, fighting back a smirk as Bucky squirmed in his seat.
“Well, I’m sure he is. Maybe he’s just scared because he knows who your dad is.” Bucky responded, coyly.
His eyes had noticeably darkened. You both knew it was going to be a long night of this game— this cat and mouse game.
A timer beeped in the distance, pulling you both out of your staring contest.
“Dinner is ready, everybody.” Your dad said, racing to the kitchen.
Bucky wasn’t shocked when the only empty seat at the table, ended up being next to you— just his luck, right?
He felt a jolt run through as you teasingly rubbed your foot against his leg. The look on his face was clear— trying not to react in anyway.
“Alright there, Buck?” Your dad questioned, noticing the strained expression on his face. Bucky quickly nodded, not trying to draw any more attention.
Bucky saw you smirk out of the corner of your eye, and he knew he was screwed. Under the tablecloth, you reached your hand towards him and placed your hand on his upper thigh.
The rib Bucky was eating fell straight out of his hand onto the table, splattering barbecue sauce all over his white tshirt. His free hand clasped overs yours tightly— stopping your hand from exploring any higher up his leg.
Everybody’s eyes were on Bucky. His skin was on fire. Your dad was staring at him, completely unaware of what was happening below the table.
“Oh, shit,” Bucky mumbled, noticing the stain on his shirt. This was the most he’d ever wanted to self-combust. The entire table was just silently staring as he fumbled for a napkin.
“You can borrow one of my shirts, if you want. You want to show him, sweetheart?” Your dad suggested looking towards you.
You quickly nodded and stood up from the table. “Thanks, Walker.” Bucky muttered as he followed you up the stairs.
Bucky was completely silent behind you— keeping his eyes trained on the floor. He couldn’t risk embarrassing himself any more.
After walking into your dad’s room, you pulled a black tshirt out of his dresser.
Bucky tried to grab it from your hand, but you moved it out of his reach. “Do I make you nervous?” You asked him, softly. You didn’t think it would be so easy to make the Winter Soldier nervous.
“When Walker is sitting two feet away from me and his daughter is sneaking her hand up my leg under the table— then, yeah, I get a little nervous.” He told him, in a hushed tone. He’d never be able to show his face again if Walker overheard him.
“He’d never know.” You tried to convince him. He chuckled at the thought. “If his friend was sleeping with his daughter? He’d figure it out pretty quickly.” He told you.
You were visibly disappointed by his answer. He reached, grabbing your hand in his. “Trust me, sweetheart. This isn’t about you or me not wanting you. I promise, I want this just as much as you do. But I don’t see a way we pull this off without everything going to shit.” He said.
You knew he was probably right, but that didn’t quench that feeling in between your legs. “But, you are attracted to me?” You teased, raising your eyebrow at him.
Understatement of the century.
He chuckled, stepping closer to you. “Very much so. And this little dress isn’t helping.” He said, letting his hands attach themselves to your waist. Every part of his brain was telling him to stop, but he’d touched you now— and he didn’t know how to stop.
You grabbed the hem of his shirt and started to pull it over his head. He felt like he was going to collapse with the way that you were looking at him.
You didn’t hide the fact that you were admiring him— lightly running your fingers over his chest. “That little smirk is dangerous, doll.” He warned you. It didn’t discourage you.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You replied. His grip on your hips tightened, you wouldn’t be surprised if you woke up with bruises. He was holding onto you like he needed you to live.
“This one might be a little snug on you, with your broad shoulders and these fucking arms.” You said, handing him the tshirt as your lips ghosted over his biceps.
He quickly pulled the shirt over his head. Finally, his eyes met yours. “Fuck it,” he grunted.
He grabbed your hips, effortlessly placing you on top of the dresser. He nudged your legs apart with his knee, and then wrapped them around his hips.
In a matter of seconds, his hands were in your hair and his lips were all over yours. The fluttery feeling in your stomach rose up and flooded your entire body.
The kiss was frantic— like, if Bucky didn’t touch every inch of your skin in the next five seconds, he’d explode.
You slipped your hands into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling his body closer to you. “You’re an angel— straight from heaven, doll,” he mumbled against your lips.
Bucky felt like his head was spinning— drunk on your touch. His metal hand slipped under your dress, holding a firm grip on your thigh. The cold metal stung against your skin— a direct contrast to how warm the rest of your body felt.
“Payback,” he groaned, sinking his fingers deeper into your thigh. You jutted your hips towards him, hoping to move his hand closer to where you needed him.
Then— heavy steps coming up the stairs.
“You finding it alright, sweetheart?” Your dad yelled down the hallway.
Bucky tugged you down off the dresser, smoothing out your dress and hair. You both turned to face the door as soon as your dad emerged.
“Just found it. Your organization system is a mess.” You teased, patting your dad’s shoulder as you walked past him.
Bucky was left standing there speechless. Because what the fuck had just happened. Did he make that up or did he really just get a taste of you? “You coming downstairs?” Walker asked, gesturing towards the stairs.
Bucky quickly nodded and followed after
You all finished the rest of dinner. The only thing on your mind was getting Bucky alone again. He was thinking the same thing.
“You gonna make those brownies you were talking about?” Your dad asked you, as you helped him clear the table, “I can get somebody to help you, if you want.”
You tried to insist that you didn’t need help and didn’t want to bother anyone, but before you could get a word out, Yelena spoke. “If you want someone’s help baking, you want Bucky. The rest of us are a danger in the kitchen.” She told you.
Well, well, well. Now that worked in your favor.
“If you don’t mind, of course,” your eyes found Bucky’s. He eagerly nodded and practically raced to follow behind you to the kitchen.
The only downfall to your plan was that everyone was actually expecting brownies and you couldn’t just waste twenty minutes getting distracted with Bucky.
“Doll, we gotta be more careful. That was too fucking close with your dad.” He whispered as he helped you gather ingredients.
“Oh but doesn’t that spoil all the fun?” You teased him, raking your fingers down his chest. He shivered under your touch, but tried to maintain a poker face. He wasn’t very successful.
“So, you’re a little adrenaline junkie then? Live for the thrill? I got a motorcycle back at home. I’ll have to take you for a ride sometime.” He suggested. You both hadn’t realized how close you were until you bumped into his chest. Bucky swore he could hear his heart beating. “You mean a ride on the bike…or a different kind of ride? I mean, I’m down for either, but I definitely have a preference.” You whispered, batting your eyes at him.
This was hell for Bucky— an exciting, exhilarating hell, but still hell. Being forced to listen to your constant flirting, while your dad was in the other room and Bucky couldn’t do anything about the way he was feeling.
“You’re bad for my health, sweetheart. Gonna give me a heart attack if you keep lookin’ at me like that.” He said, trying to bring his focus back to the brownies that you were mixing.
“I think you’re just jealous that I’m better at flirting than you. I mean, go ahead, if you want to try.” You said, challenging him. You didn’t expect much of a reaction.
With a new confidence, Bucky swiped two of his fingers through the batter and held them up to you. “Go ahead, gotta have a taste test,” he encouraged— the metal digits hanging expectantly in front of your mouth.
It was your turn to be speechless. Bucky’s cocky smile made your knees weak. Obliging, you stepped forward, taking both his fingers in your mouth.
Bucky could feel his jeans start to tighten. It took everything in his self control to not replace his fingers with his cock. Just the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around him was enough to make him growl.
You swirled your tongue around his fingers, getting every bit of the batter. “Fuck, doll,” he held back a moan.
Pulling your mouth away with a soft popping sound. “You believe I can flirt now?” He teased you.
“We will definitely be doing that again, when my dad isn’t within earshot.” You told him. Excitement bubbled up in Bucky’s stomach.
You started to pour the batter into the baking pan. “Can you go look at my phone over there and tell me how long these have to bake? I have a recipe saved in my photos.” You asked Bucky as you slid the pan into the oven.
Bucky grabbed your phone, noticing your wallpaper was a picture of you on the beach with some friends. You were wearing a black bikini that left very little to the imagination. He shuddered. Maybe he’d have to bring you on a motorcycle ride to the beach, so he’d get to see that little ensemble.
He moved to your photos app, searching for the recipe. Quickly swiping through your most recent photos, he felt his heart stop when he stumbled across a nude.
A chill ran down his spine. The most perfect picture he’d ever seen— staring back at him. It was you sitting in front of a mirror, your knees bent and legs wide open. He could see every inch of you.
His eyes raked over the photo, trying to commit it to memory. He noticed several hickeys on your neck. He imagined you’d taken this photo for your ex-boyfriend, but that didn’t stop his imagination.
He willed himself to pretend he’d given you those hickeys and you were sending this picture to him. Maybe when he was on a long mission.
He bit his tongue to hold back a moan. He was completely hard in his jeans. He knew in a matter of seconds, you’d ask what he was looking at, or worse, Walker would walk in and see his friend’s very obvious hard on.
“I have to go to the store.” Bucky grunted, tossing down your phone and heading for the door.
By the time you turned to face him, he was already gone. Hopping in his car and speeding away.
He drove to the closest gas station, where he parked in a shadowy parking spot near the dumpster.
He didn’t know what he was doing. He just needed to clear his head and get out of there. His mind wandered back to that picture— the picture that would be engrained in his mind forever.
He quickly unzipped his jeans just enough to stuff his hand into his boxers. He let his eyes flutter closed and thought of that picture as he tugged on his cock.
Standing, dumbfounded in the kitchen, you glanced down at your phone to see what had upset Bucky.
That familiar photo was staring back at you. Oh shit. Whoops.
You were all happily eating brownies when Bucky returned. He wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. He felt so ashamed. He was worried if anyone looked into his eyes, they’d know what he’d done.
It was a quiet rest of the night. Your dad set up air mattresses downstairs for the team— Alexei claiming the couch before anyone else could. Then, you and your dad told them all goodnight before going up to your separate rooms.
You couldn’t sleep.
You tossed and turned for hours. What was up with Bucky? He seemed so different when he came back— so distant.
You knew it was because of that photo. You’d blown it. How were you supposed to know he’d swipe back that far?
You slipped out of your bed and headed downstairs for a glass of water. As you walked by the living room, you saw everyone peacefully asleep— well almost everyone.
Bucky was lying there, wide awake. Staring up at the ceiling.
You grabbed your glass of water and quickly drank it before heading into the living room.
Alexei’s loud snores covered the sound of your footsteps. Luckily, Bucky was on the mattress closest to you.
You knelt beside him. His gaze snapped over to you, startling by your sudden appearance.
“Can we talk?” You whispered. He took a deep breath. You could almost see him thinking it over. Not being able to think of any excuse, he nodded and stood up.
You led him upstairs to your room, softly closing the door behind the two of you.
Bucky froze when he realized he was alone in your room with you. There was a fire lit in his belly again. But he couldn’t lose his sense of judgement this time— not again.
You sat on the edge of your bed, patting the seat next to you. Bucky seemed hesitant, but obliged.
He couldn’t even look at you. Every time he did, he was reminded of that photo.
This was wrong. He knew it.
“I didn’t mean to snoop, I promise. I just stumbled across it.” He told you, genuinely.
“I know,” you assured him.
Neither of you knew what to say.
The air in the room felt deathly still.
You caught a glimpse of the rising tent in Bucky’s sweatpants. He was thinking about the picture again.
You knew what you wanted, and you weren’t going to let anyone take it away from you now.
You sunk to your knees in front of Bucky. His breathing started to speed up— he was almost gasping for air. “Sweetheart, what’re you doing?” He asked, too scared for the answer. You gave him a mischievous smile and a shrug.
“Nothing,” you lied.
You pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his knees. You watched as his eyes darkened. The sight of you on your knees was too much. You were ready. Ready for him.
“We can’t,” he let out a choked groan as you wrapped your hand around his cock. You slowly moved your hand up and down his length. “Why? Does it not feel good?” You teased, knowing the answer.
He didn’t answer. Too caught up in his own bliss. “No, fuck, feels so good,” he moaned.
You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. His hand flew down to grab the bed frame— his knuckles turning white.
His eyes were clenched shut, sweat starting to appear on his brow. “Ahh shit, sweetheart. It’s wrong— so fucking wrong.” He moaned, bucking his hips into your hand.
You replaced your hand with your mouth, wrapping your lips around him. His eyes shot open. He wanted to watch you. Half the fun was watching you take more and more of him.
His cock brushed against the back of your throat. Your eyes never left his. It wouldn’t take much more before he was cumming down your throat. Bucky knew that.
He grabbed your hair, pulling you away from him. “Sweetheart, we gotta stop.” He said, his voice coming out shaky.
“What’s wrong?” You asked him.
“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right.” He said, tugging you up into his lap.
Your arousal was pooling between your legs, excited by the implication. “What did you have in mind?” You teasingly asked him.
“The first time you make me cum, it’s gonna be in this sweet cunt. Not your mouth, sweetheart.” He said. He rubbed his thumb against the crotch of your sweatpants.
Even with two layers separating you, the friction still made you whine. “Wanna know a perk of this super soldier serum? I can smell you from here.” He told you.
His calloused fingers grazed the hem of your tshirt, slowly pulling it over your head. His eyes widened when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.
He started slow. Pressing sloppy kisses down your chest. Even your skin tasted sweet. He softly pinched your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. You bit down on your lip to stop from moaning.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, doll. Can you do that?” He asked you. You quickly nodded your head.
He picked you up off his lap and laid you down on the bed. Your imagination soared— having no idea what was in store for the night.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you look?” He was in awe of you. Your hair sprawled out across the sheets, looking up at him with hungry eyes— he was surprised he didn’t melt under your gaze.
He ripped his tshirt over his head, letting it fall to the ground with yours. You reached for your own sweatpants, but he swatted your hand away.
“Let me take care of you, gonna show what it’s like with an older man.” He winked down at you as he slowly slid your sweatpants down your legs. The wetness in between your thighs was only growing.
There was something about Bucky that looked restrained. Like he could devour you on the spot, but was instead taking his time. It made it hard to keep your hands off him.
Bucky’s boxers and sweatpants soon joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
“Let’s see how wet you are, baby girl. You’re practically leaking through your panties.” He said, pulling them down teasingly slow.
He watched as your breathing changed— your chest rising and falling much faster. “This all for me?” He asked, running a cool metal finger through your folds. “Yes, yes, all for you, Buck,” you moaned. He collected your arousal on his finger.
He didn’t say a word— just held his finger in front of your mouth expectantly. You eagerly took his finger in your mouth. “Do you taste as sweet as you smell? Guess I’ll have to find out,” he retracted his hand and buried his face in between your legs.
You clasped your hand over your mouth before you had the chance to moan. His large arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping them open as he licked a stripe through your folds. His nose brushed up against your clit, making you squirm against his face.
It only encouraged him to go deeper. He was like a starved man. Your fingers found their way to Bucky’s hair, tugging every time his tongue ran over your clit.
“Bucky…Bucky,” you tried to grab his attention, pulling his shoulders towards you.
“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, looking up at you.
“I need you to fuck me, please. God— waited long enough,” you begged him. His smirk only grew.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he joked, kissing you and climbing on top of you.
His hands grabbed your thighs roughly. He didn’t waste any time as he pushed his entire length through your folds. You gasped into the kiss as he bottomed out. “So fucking big,” you mumbled.
“You love the way I fill you up, huh?” He asked. He pulled his hips back and slammed his cock back into you. You called out his name, louder than you meant to.
He held his finger up to his lips, shushing you, as he continued to ram his hips into yours. He tried his best to not make the bed creak but it would’ve killed him to go any slower.
“Gotta stay quiet. If we get caught, we’ll have to stop. And you don’t want that, right? Stay quiet for me, and I’ll make you cum.” He coaxed you. The dirty talk turned you on more than you thought it would— going straight to the warmth in your belly.
He clasped his metal hand over your mouth. Then, he used the other to wrap your legs around his waist and hold onto your hips.
You could feel the coil building and building. The sloppy sounds that came with every thrust were enough to make your legs turn to jelly. You’d assumed Bucky would be good in bed, but he was like a feral animal.
“So close, Buck. Need to— need to cum,” you begged him. Deep grunts left his lips as he rolled deeper into you. “Almost there, baby,” his voice came out husky.
You started to squeeze around him, making Bucky go crazy. He kissed you, trying to muffle both your moans. He quickened his pace— his thrusts were rushed and messy. He kept chasing that high.
That feeling in your stomach exploded. Your back arched against the blankets. “Fuck, Bucky. So fucking good,” you groaned in his ear. That was enough to shoot him over the edge.
He swore under his breath, hips bucking into yours as he came. You could feel his cock twitch as he came down from his high. He caught your lips in a kiss, trying to bring you both back to earth.
He slowly pulled out and flopped onto the bed beside you.
“I don’t know what to say except I hope we get to do that again sometime.” You mumbled, kissing his bare shoulder.
“I absolutely agree. You were lovely, doll,” he kissed you gently, “I should get back downstairs before anyone notices I’m gone.”
He slipped back into his pajamas. Before he left, you walked over to him. “Just one more,” you said, going on your tiptoes to kiss him again. He kissed you back, smirking down at you and giving your ass a playful slap before he left.
