18+ Filth and pure smut. My mind is on a sexy dilf Bucky with those delicious greys in his beard. I want his sweet wife teasing him over his age, especially after he shakes his head over the way their teenage sons friends keep trying to subtly hit on her. He doesn't blame them because his wife is gorgeous; an absolute milf and he's the luckiest man on the planet to call her his.
You can't help but playfully pinch his side when Bucky ushers your son and his friends all out of the house, slipping him a few bills, insisting he stay out late as he wants. He even gives him permission to crash at a friends house for the night leaving the two of you alone. (of course your son already knows why his dad is so persistent and it leaves him both disgusted and happy his parents are still so in love).
"Breakin' young boys hearts, Mrs. Barnes" Bucky lets out a low chuckle, untying the apron that was tied around your waist, letting it drop to the floor.
"Careful there, old man" You tease, giggling at the way he cocks an eyebrow not that the house was empty, "Might get a heart attack if you try anything at your age" and with that you saunter off to the bathroom to run a shower, looking over your shoulder to see if your husband would follow. He watches the way your hips sway, the insatiable little minx in you trying to get a rise out of him, discarding your clothing in the middle of the bedroom and leaving the bathroom door unlocked on purpose.
He'd show you exactly what an old man could do.
****
You felt your muscles relax as steam filled the room, hot water spraying against your skin while you added your peach shower gel to the loofah. You wondered what Bucky was up to, usually he'd-
"James" You gasp, feeling your husbands hard cock brush against your ass as he presses up you from behind, his large hands moving up your soap slicked body to grope onto your lathered breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples, giving them a harsh tug.
"Shhh," He smirked, nipping your neck, his tongue running up your skin, licking up the water droplets, "Don't stop on my account gorgeous, go on" He let out a satisfied hum when you went back to gently scrubbing your skin, his hands moving to rub up your thighs, ghosting in between them before pulling away and standing in front of you. His cock stood tall and proud, his swollen tip so pink, begging to be touched.
"James, please-
"Uh-uh, thought m' just an old man baby, just doin' what old men do" He smirked, palming himself, his eyes raking up and down your body, wrapping his hand around his shaft, "Aren't you pretty"
You went along with exactly what Bucky wanted, letting your hands trail along your body, soapy bubbles flowing down your curves while your husband started to stroke himself while leaning against the cold shower wall. "You're a pretty sight, look at what you do me to darlin' got me acting like a perverted little boy, touching myself while watching you"
He groaned, jerking himself faster, not sure what he wanted to focus on first. He'd seen you naked plenty of times and he'd certainly showered with you more times that he could count but he'd never get tired of the sight of his wife covered in the cutest bubbles, dripping wet, putting on a shower all just for him.
While Bucky was admiring you, you admired him right back. He'd aged like fine wine, his chestnut hair still luscious, the ends of his hair curling from the steam of the water. His beard had a few flecks of grey which just added to how handsome he was along with the thick muscle that ran under his skin. Nothing turned you on more than a very naked Bucky under hot water, lost in self pleasure with you as his muse. Every groan and whimper was for you, shamelessly touching every intimate part of himself because of you. It was that very sight that had your fingers start to travel down your body, your pussy desperately craving attention.
"That's mine, sugar" Bucky grabbed your wrist before you could slip it between your thighs, pulling it away and positioning himself behind you again. "This pussy here-" His palm cupped every bit of your cunt in the most debauched way, his cock slotted between your ass while his chest was pressed against your back, "Is all mine. I get to play with her baby, s'mine to touch"
"Then touch me Jamie, please" Your voice was nothing more than a whine now and the pet name that slipped out was more than enough for Bucky to know you needed him bad.
"M'Jamie now, huh? Thought I was just an old man before" He chuckled, rubbing his cockhead against your slicked entrance, teasing and letting the tip catch on your hole and pulling away before stuffing his way in.
"F-FUCK JAMES!" You cried out as he set a brutal pace without warning, his thighs slamming against your ass, his hands holding your hips with a bruising grip. "P-PLEASE-Don't-don't stop!"
"That's it, scream for me baby, let everyone know how your husband fucks you" Bucky's hands held onto you for dear life, fucking you like a ragdoll, his fingers skimming across your belly and down to your clit. He could feel your stretch marks as he felt your body up, one of his favorite things about you, his mind starting to wander.
He remembered the way they felt when you were pregnant with your son, the way he'd hold onto your belly, tracing over those gorgeous lines as they made room for his growing baby boy. He'd feel those same curves when making love to you, loving the way you were extra sensitive, constantly craving for him to fill you up. You were the most gorgeous thing when you had a piece of him inside you, fuck he missed it, his balls felt so fuckin' heavy and full and maybe it was just the heat and steam from the shower but-
"Think you could handle another baby?" Bucky purred, his cock already getting harder at the thought of you with a rounded belly again, looking fucking gorgeous, barefoot and pregnant. He was perfectly happy with the way things were but another wouldn't hurt....
Fuck it.
"M'gonna knock you up pretty girl, you'll have my baby again won't ya, gonna let me get you pregnant again? Show everyone I still know how to fuck, show em how well you take my cum in that tight little cunt"
"Oh God, Jamess" Your eyes practically crossed as his fingers began to strum your clit, your head thrown back, barring your neck letting him bite and suck bruises onto your skin, groaning into your ear, "Gonna-gonna cum"
"C'mon mommy, make me a daddy again" Bucky's pace grew faster, the obscene sound of skin slapping filling the bathroom. "Milk my cock, take my cream, want it, want another baby"
Bucky angled his hips to hit depths you didn't know were possible, his fingers rubbing tight circles onto your clit along with those words alone sent you crashing head first into your orgasm. A sob slipped past your lips as your vision went white, your cunt greedily pulsing and gripping onto Bucky's cock, coaxing for him to empty his balls in you.
"That's-fuck that's it, just like that, milk it, shit mommy, milk daddy's cock, fuck'm'gonna-oh God I'm cumming!" Bucky bit down onto your shoulder letting out a slutty moan as cum burst from his cock, his endless orgasm leading to drops of his pearly white seed splashing onto the shower tile below. "Fuck, you make me cum so hard for you baby"
His hips stutterd at the aftershocks of his orgasm, his cock still throbbing the last few spurts while his arms held your limp body, rinsing you both off. He wrapped you up with a fluffy towel, carrying you bed with ease and snuggling up in the sheets.
"Meant what I said, angel" Bucky gave you a soft smile, a hint of shyness now replacing his previous dominant demeanor. "How about another"
"I'd give you as many babies as you want, Mr. Barnes" You giggled, squealing when he rolled on top of you, instantly hard-
My bad, I got distracted while already distracted and then this happened. Look at him though, can you blame me.
She called constantly, and you ignored her. Rebecca’s picture flashed across your phone screen throughout the day, like a storm siren alerting the whole house of impending danger. It continued to ring through your ears even when the small brick was silent, having finally been switched off. A development that hadn’t lasted very long.
Eventually, the guilt of shutting Becky out made you crack. An already uneven and weak foundation crumbled from under your feet as you switched the phone back on, letting that little white half apple glow over the screen, and taking the next call that came through.
After all, she was the innocent party in this increasingly strange dynamic.
“Hello?” Your voice was low, rasped with disuse, and choked with your previously heavily shed tears.
“Oh, my God!! Why the hell weren’t you answering your phone?!”
Becky’s voice was sharp and louder than you’d expected, but it didn’t carry the anger you’d readied yourself to hear. It sounded so scared.
“I needed some time to myself!” You parroted her tone unintentionally.
“W-was it something I did or-or said? What happened?”
You mulled over what to say, how to say it, but instead you stayed silent for a few minutes too long before finally blubbering another half-truth.
“It wasn’t anything like that… I’ve just been feeling overwhelmed lately.”
She didn’t answer, not right away at least. For those few minutes everything was silent, leaving dead air and the thrumming of your quickened pulse pounding in your ear as the only sound left.
“Why didn’t you just talk to me about it?” she finally said. Her voice was soft, sad, and dejected.
It made your heart sink, and you replied with, “I’m sorry.”
“Can we talk? In person...please.”
“I….I don’t know about that right now.”
“You aren’t the only one who feels overwhelmed. But, you are the only person I have to talk to.”
Your eyes brimmed with more traitorous tears, stinging at the corners before being blinked away.
“I should be able to visit for a little bit.” You answer weakly.
“5-ish?” Her voice was still uncharacteristically meek, but the words tumbled from the speaker quickly.
You sighed, now fully aware how easily you’ve been pushed from your ledge and right back into the trouble you ran away from.
“Yes, I can be over at 5.” You said flatly, nearly melancholic, after having lost your grip on the situation.
It was already 4, which gave you both an hour to clean the evidence of emotion off each of your teary faces. Something similar you both could feel but left unseen by the other.
The call lingered for a few seconds longer, half-baked plans still being played with before finally being left to rise on their own once the call ended.
You thank your lucky stars that your mom was at work. The deepening scowl on her face at the insistent ringing only made everything worse. It was difficult trying to keep discipline in the house while not teetering on a need to allow you to keep your longtime and only friend.
She’d lamented in the past your shy demeanor, wishing you’d been just a little more outgoing so as to not have been entangled in Rebecca’s unending emotional turmoil. You never judged Becky as your mother did, but as you’d grown older and even now, you knew that some things she did weren't right, but you could never bring yourself to sever ties with someone close enough to be the sibling you’d never had.
An ongoing battle with no one winning in the end.
For now, your journey through the house, purse packed and dirty sneakers slipped over cotton socks, was uninterrupted all the way out the front door before locking it with a quick click.
You hopped onto your bike and soon picked up pace down the suburban road, the damp autumn air tickling your skin as you rode away. You tried to will each anxious thought into your already twisted stomach as you sped down a curve in the street.
Finally, the house came into view, Mr. Barnes’ truck parked in its driveway. You stopped your tire with a wet squelch over rainy asphalt so as not to let your bike ram you into the back of the truck bed.
You stood there, half balanced on one foot with your leg slung over the bike, hands still tightly gripping the handlebars.
Your eyes were first caught on the truck, bending along the chrome edges and each tiny patch of rust. You knew that truck just as well as you knew this house, and even more so as you were learning more about the man who owned both. A man you thought, for the longest time, you knew too.
The clatter of the door creaking open pulled you out of this trance, dragging you back to the real world once again.
You didn’t move from your spot by the truck, even as Rebecca called out from the open doorway to “come in, it’s cold.”
You continued to hesitate, your molars grinding together until you saw her figure begin to leave the doorway of her home. You dropped your bike, letting it fall without a kickstand, and began trotting over before she could move another inch.
When you reach the door, Becky’s arms are thrown around you in a tight embrace. You try to match that same eagerness but pale in comparison to the air on lock of Rebecca’s grip.
When she pulled away, you took in a deep and much-needed breath, not realizing you’d been holding it until the hug was over.
“Thank you for coming back.” She said softly. You’ve never made her so genuinely sad before, and more and more guilt began filling your belly.
“I'm sorry for leaving.” The melodic sound of your voice danced through the house and directly to his ears. It shook every ounce of sleep out of his bones, and he shot up to sit at the edge of the couch.
“Come in, I gotta to grab my bag.” Becky let you by as she sped back to her room.
You stepped carefully inside but didn’t sit. You stared at your feet, not wanting to drop your eyes onto Mr. Barnes, and he did the same as he scratched the back of his head.
Becky trotted back out as she gave her father a quick goodbye. “We’re going to get something to eat; I’ll be back later.”
“Be safe.” He waved her off before finally getting up to leave the room. Becky seemed to seethe a little at the dismissal and trudged out of the house and into the open autumn air, with you shutting the door behind you and following her.
The two of you ditched your bikes, choosing instead to walk through the small town looking for a destination with cheap fare. Would you grab a mediocre burger at McDonald's, a hot meal made with love at the small diner, or an overfilled soft serve at the only ice cream shop still open this late in the season?
You both decided on junk snacks and soda at the gas station. You tried to eat your fill of Little Debbie cake and chips but ended up nibbling whatever your stomach would allow. Neither of you seemed very hungry.
You both sat at an old bench by an empty parking lot, silently picking at your food until one of you finally broke through the thick, icy wall that formed between you.
“Why did you run away from me?” Becky was the first to speak, asking a question that had been on her mind for days.
“What? Becky, I told you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just…”
“Overwhelmed.” She finished your sentence before continuing with her own. “You still didn’t tell me why. You never keep things from me when you're upset.”
That was true, but how could you tell her about how you felt about her own father?
You felt a small gust of wind roll over your shoulders, rustling your hair. It was followed by a stray droplet signaling the change that was to come.
“I saw you talking to my dad in the kitchen…and you were upset.” You stared down at the cracked asphalt, the few strands of dead grass still poking through.
You were frozen to the bench, joints and muscles locking into place as your eyes were stuck on the deep grey pits forming in the sky. Neither of you could look at the other, and you waited for her to say more.
When you and Mr. Barnes had been talking that night, neither of you had realized when the shower cut off. But, luckily, you both had kept your voices low enough to hide the true nature of the conversation. All Becky knew was that something upset you enough to send you running into the night.
“Was it something he said? Do you hate me now too?” Her voice broke, another onslaught of tears beginning to pour down her cheeks. Never in your life had you made Rebecca so sad.
“What?!” You finally snap into action, wanting nothing but to comfort her.
“I saw you guys arguing in the kitchen like my mom and him used to when they would talk about me.” She unraveled, pulling herself away from you to stand a few feet from the bench.
Another drop of rain fell, hitting your shoulder, followed by another and another.
“He doesn’t hate you! I don’t hate you, Becky.”
“That’s not what it was about! I swear!”
“Then what?! What the fuck were you two yelling at each other about?” She cried, now throwing her purse around in the damp air. The clouds opened up to mirror her strife, pouring out over the both of you.
You had to yank your hoodless coat over your head to shield yourself from the onslaught, all while screaming back at her. “It wasn’t you. I just…can we get out of the fucking rain?!!”
“No! I want an answer! You don’t keep things from me; you never ever do.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you; it’s just…" You couldn’t finish that one sentence yet again. You're one roadblock to fixing this situation, possibly making it so much worse.
“Just what?! Fuckin tell me.” She was just letting the storm soak her to her bones, too caught up in her personal whirlwind to notice.
Do you dare tell the truth? How would she react? You have to take a heavy breath before attempting to speak again. They were the first words that popped into your head, and they just spilled out without stopping to think them over.
“He was mad at me for not stopping you that night at the party. He was upset that I let you get so drunk. I was there with you, and I didn’t do enough to stop it, and he was just upset. I don’t mean to keep anything from you.” But I have to.
Another painful lie to add to your new pile of sin. But, you weren’t wrong either. You went with her to protect her, and you failed. Whether James had truly felt it was your fault, a small part of you certainly did.
Becky just sobbed there in the rain before stumbling towards you to drag you into another tight hug, crying into your shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” This time it was her who was apologizing and bawling into your already wet coat that was still slung over your head.
“Can we just get out of the rain, please?!”
She pulled away and gave a little nod before walking off towards the treeline near the parking lot. There was a metal link fence protecting the short strip of wilderness from the cracked concrete of civilization.
Neither of you were going to be able to walk home in this weather, and Becky agreed to call her dad.
You were hesitant to bother your mom, as not only was she at work, but she wasn’t keen on you still hanging around Rebecca.
You got chewed out for having her in the house again. This time the transgression would be met with an actual punishment.
The two of you waited by the trees before he came speeding by. New puddles that formed in the small dips in the road were splashed out by the onslaught of determined tires, sending a rush of water over the side of his truck before he finally came to a stop beside a set of two troublesome girls.
Becky rushed for the door, yanking it open so as to escape the rain. You followed after, breathing with relief to be out of the downpour of water and emotion.
“Why didn’t you call sooner?” Mr. Barnes rubbed his brow hard as the two of you crawled into the back of the truck.
It wasn’t that simple anymore to just answer that question. As hard as it was to give Becky a crumb, you couldn’t bear to give him so much as an inkling of the previous conversation you and Becky shared.
“It wasn’t that bad a minute ago.” Becky might not have been lying, as she didn’t pay much attention to the actual severity of the rain during her tirade.
“Well, let's check the weather next time before going out on one of your little excursions, okay?”
“Alright,” Becky huffed before pulling her seatbelt across her body with a click.
You stayed quiet during the ride, thinking only about the partial confession you’d given your friend. You looked up only once at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of a familiar pair of blue eyes looking back at you before switching back to the road ahead.
Summary: Bucky knows he shouldn't want this, but he can't resist taking a bite.
Warnings: plot what plot? smut, age gap (undefined), unprotected sex, daddy kink, Bucky's dirty mouth. The only physical description is the reader having a small tattoo, if you don't have one, pretend it's fake.
Word count: 4900
A/N: NO ONE LOOK AT ME. I am that Paul Rudd meme. Who woulda thought?
Guilt. That’s what Bucky felt every time he looked at you. His neighbor’s daughter that he had only found out about two weeks ago. Everything had been going so well. His new house in the suburbs was shaping up nicely, thanks to Sam and Clint’s help. He had made the move to help himself find some inner peace. It was working; he slept better; he ate better, he even got a cat and started doing yoga every morning. He made friends with his neighbors. Ms. Rose was an elderly (though still technically younger than him) widow who lived across the street. She brought him muffins every Sunday morning. Mark and Angela lived to the left of him. They were newlyweds and spent most of their evenings in the backyard getting high and laughing at everything the other said. Bucky thought they were sweet. And to his right, that’s where your dad lived. A single man who appeared to be about the same age as Bucky. He did something in finance and had to take a train to the city every day. He was nice enough and since they were both alone in their big houses, they became friends. Shared beers and sports games, Bucky would come over to meet his work friends now and then. But all of this, all of Bucky’s hard work, washed down the drain the second he saw you running down his sidewalk.
He had just finished his morning yoga and was about to sit down for a nice muffin and some coffee when he heard a scream. He dashed to his front window and saw a big black dog charging down the sidewalk, it’s leash flopping along behind it. And then there was you, sweaty and bleeding, and chasing this beast like your life depended on it.
Bucky opened the door and called to the dog in German. It immediately stopped and dropped its head, slowly walking up Bucky’s driveway to sit at his feet.
“How—how did you do that?!” You huffed, your hand holding your side.
“This is Bert, he belongs to Greta a few houses down… he only understands German.”
You sent an annoyed glare toward Greta’s house. “Well, that would have been nice to know before I took him on a walk.”
Bucky chuckled, “dog sitter?”
“Not really. I’m just helping her out for a few weeks while I’m in town.”
Bucky deflated a bit. You were temporary. But even so, you were standing in his driveway with a nasty cut on your knee.
“I can fix that–if you want.”
You looked down as if you hadn’t realized you were bleeding and quickly nodded. “Please.”
“I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.”
When you introduced yourself as you walked past him into the house, your name tickled something in his brain. He wanted you.
“The bathroom is right around the corner.”
Bucky followed, keeping his distance, as not to breathe down your neck. And also to check you out. It had been a while–he had needs. That’s what he told himself as he struggled to tear his eyes away from the backs of your thighs.
You walked into the small bathroom and turned to him. The sudden hesitancy on your face made him take a step back.
“You can just show me where your first aid kit is…”
Bucky nodded and stepped into the bathroom with you; you stumbled back a bit when he knelt in front of the cabinet. “Here you go. Are you sure you don’t need a helping hand?”
Bucky remained on his knees, offering the first aid kit to you. But you didn’t take it. You stared into his impossibly blue eyes and squeaked out an intelligible answer.
“Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t quite catch that.” Bucky stood up to his full height and enjoyed the way your head tilted back to maintain eye contact with him.
“Help. Please.”
Bucky smiled and patted the counter. You understood and jumped up onto it.
“Let’s see here…” Bucky cradled your calf as he lifted your leg. He rested your foot on his thigh as he got to work on your bloodied knee.
It was just a scrape, but he took his time, enjoying the way the bend of your knee offered him a lovely view. He was so lost in looking at your legs in your short shorts he didn’t notice the way your demeanor had changed.
The look of desperation in his eyes bolstered your confidence. Yes, you had been nervous. He was hot, incredibly hot. And intense. His presence had overwhelmed you, made you so desperate for him you couldn’t think straight. But now–as you watched him unabashedly stare at the bit of white lace you knew he could see up your shorts–you knew you could take him.
As he reluctantly moved on to the scrape on your elbow, you admired his weathered face. He was talking about something, but you weren’t paying attention. You noticed the cute crinkles around his eyes when he laughed, though. The salt and pepper beard, the smoothness of his pink lips, and he smelled good too. Like sandalwood and something spicy. As your eyes moved lower, you noticed the bob of his adam’s apple as he spoke, the little freckles on his neck that you wanted to bite, and lower, the muscles under his shirt… and it was only then that you noticed his arm.
“Holy shit… you’re… you’re Bucky, Bucky?!”
Bucky straightened up, looking a little worried. “Is that a problem?”
“No! I just can’t believe I didn’t recognize you until now. Fuck, you’re even hotter in person.”
Bucky’s smirk made your cheeks blaze. You hadn’t intended for that thought to come out of your mouth. But he was moving to stand between your legs, his lips inching nearer, so you weren’t about to beat yourself up over it.
“So you’re saying you weren’t driving me crazy because you knew who I was? Just because you think I’m hot?”
“Driving you crazy?” You whispered, trying your best to remain still while his nose grazed over your cheek on its path to your ear.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what you’re doing to me, sweetheart.” His voice was gravel in your ear, a chill shooting down your spine. “Besides, I can smell you.”
“Fuck me,” you breathed out and his lips instantly attached to your pulse point.
“With pleasure, kitten.”
“That was–” you were trying to explain to him you hadn’t meant it literally, but his tongue was very distracting, as were his hands, which were sliding up your little shorts to grasp your ass. “Oh god, I don’t even know you.” Your hands tangled in his hair and you brought his lips to yours.
Just as a pathetic moan was leaving your throat, your ringtone blared through the bathroom, making you both jump.
“Sorry, sorry, just let me turn it off.” You scrambled for your phone, accidentally dropping it on the floor.
“Got it, sweetheart.” Bucky bent down to pick up your phone and froze when he saw the picture on the screen.
It was a photo of you and his friend, his neighbor… and the name on the phone said ‘dad.’
“This–he’s your–fuck.” Bucky handed you the phone and stalked out of the bathroom, nearly tripping over Bert, who had fallen asleep outside the door.
“Wait! I’m not answering it. Where are you going?!”
You scrambled after Bucky, trying to keep up with his long strides and not get distracted by the way his ass looked in his gray joggers.
“You gotta go,” Bucky said emotionlessly as he opened the front door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?”
“Fuck, how old are you?”
Your brows furrowed, confused at his sudden change in demeanor. “Old enough to fuck a stranger in their bathroom. What the fuck, Bucky?”
“I’m friends with your dad, okay? We can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
You stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, before shrugging and walking past him. “Your loss, Buck. Come on, Bert, let’s go. I have some energy to work off now.”
As you and Bert walked down the sidewalk toward the park, you felt Bucky’s eyes glued to you the entire way.
The guilt only lasted so long. The universe forbid you from him. Made you off limits. So fucking young. He should have never touched you. Not because it was wrong, but because now the feel of you had burned into his memory. It came to him every goddamn night when he tried to sleep. And every goddamn morning when he inevitably woke up hard from his increasingly filthy dreams.
Avoiding you proved to be impossible. As hard as Bucky tried, you were always just there. He tried to relax in his backyard and there you were, swimming lazily in your dad’s pool. When he tried to go to the park, you were laying in the sun or running laps. The day he was across the street, helping Ms. Rose in her garden, was when he realized you were fucking with him.
He was minding his own business, having a lovely conversation with his elderly neighbor, when suddenly you appeared in your dad’s driveway. A little white bikini top and cutoff denim shorts were the only thing you wore. Bucky swallowed hard. The beads of sweat running down his neck were no longer just from the scorching sun. He thought maybe you were going to lie out. But no, it was worse. So much worse. You walked to the side of the house and bent over as you turned on the water house.
“No,” Bucky whispered to himself, his eyes wide as he watched you spray the hood of your little sports car.
Ms. Rose was oblivious, talking even though Bucky was clearly not paying attention anymore. His eyes watched every move you made. He swore he was dreaming. There was no way you just squeezed your sponge over yourself, but you must have, because Bucky was watching the soapy water seep through your now sheer top, and trail down your legs. When you bent over on your tiptoes to cleanse the back window of your car, he knew he hadn’t imagined the flirty looks you had been giving him throughout the week. You still wanted him. And goddamn, he wanted you more than anything. Just as his cock was urging him to get up and go do something about the way you were displaying yourself for him, your dad pulled up in the driveway.
“Fucking shit,” Bucky muttered, spinning away from you and focusing on the garden he was supposed to be attending to.
What worried him now was the complete absence of guilt he felt. He should be ashamed. Horrified at his behavior and thoughts. But the more he tried to tell himself that you were forbidden fruit, the more he wanted to take a damn bite.
**
He stayed confined to his house for the next two days. Curtains shut to avoid the temptation of peeking into your backyard. Your dad–his friend, kept texting, asking him to hangout and Bucky felt horrible ignoring the messages. But he couldn’t do it, not until you were gone. He thought about going to visit Sam and Clint in the city for the next week, just until you went back to wherever you had come from. But that would be too pathetic. He just needed a distraction, something to help him stop thinking about your ass in those little shorts, the water dripping between your breasts…
Bucky’s ringtone brought him back to the present, and he yanked his hand out of his shorts, cursing himself for losing control yet again. It was your dad. He sighed, pulling his large hand down his face as he answered the phone, trying to sound as normal as possible.
“Buck! I was worried you wouldn’t answer!”
“Yeah, sorry, been busy.”
“Are you coming tonight?”
Bucky was silent, trying to remember what he could be referencing.
“The game is tonight; my daughter went out with some friends, so I invited the usual gang over. Thought you’d bring that beer we all like.”
Bucky’s heart sank a little at the news that you wouldn’t be there, but maybe that was a good thing. “Sure, sure, I’ll come over soon.”
Bucky hung up the phone and looked down at his lap… first a cold shower, then the party.
**
The night air was crisp, and cool as you wandered through your large backyard. You were still a little tipsy from the night out with your friends, but your vision was clear enough to spot Bucky leaning against the fence talking to some of your dad’s friends. He was a vision in his French blue t-shirt and pants; his beard was scruffy with spots of gray, his hair fluffy and just untamed enough to make you imagine your fingers in it. When he laughed, his nose scrunched, and his head tossed back just a little. Was he a god? Apollo himself, here to bring you the sun? You didn’t even realize your feet were carrying you in his direction until he caught your eye. The look of panic on his face made you stop where you were, a few feet away. He mumbled excuses and avoided your eye as he made a quick exit, heading for the gate on the side of the house.
Determined to get what you knew you both wanted, you took a deep breath for courage and chased after him, glad everyone appeared too drunk to pay attention to you.
Once in the dark shadows and hidden on the side of the house, you called his name. He froze, his hand on the gate, likely debating if he would run or answer your call.
“You’re being very rude, you know.”
He still didn’t move.
“Can I at least thank you for your help the other day?”
His shoulders tensed. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”
“Well, I am.”
Bucky turned around then, inhaling sharply as his eyes roved over you. “You don’t need to thank me.”
“Oh, but I have so many ways I could say thank you.”
He took a step closer, and you pressed your back against the brick of the house. Heat prickled over your skin as he advanced on you, nearly touching you now.
“Don’t you wanna hear your options?” You whispered, eyes flicking between his pretty lips and his even prettier eyes.
“We can’t,” Bucky swallowed.
“But I’ll be real good for you, I promise. Let you do whatever you want.”
“Christ,” Bucky muttered, inching even closer, his thigh slotting between your legs.
“Touch me,” you whispered, afraid you’d scare him away.
His fingers trailed up your thigh so lightly you barely felt them. Bucky stopped at the hem of your dress and you were about to complain when he pressed his hips against you, his prominent erection digging into your hip.
“Oh god, I wanna suck your cock so bad, daddy. Please, please let me.”
Bucky closed his eyes, just barely rutting against you. The veins in his neck were strained as he tried to remain in control.
“God dammit, we can’t. It’s wrong.”
“You keep saying that.” Your hands skimmed up his broad chest and over his shoulders. “I think it turns you on.”
Bucky shook his head, and you pulled him closer so you could whisper in his ear. “I think your cock gets hard every time you think about how you’re not supposed to fuck me.”
“You drive me fucking crazy,” Bucky breathed against your neck, his fingers digging into your thighs. “You’re all I think about. I want to ruin you, claim every piece of you with my fingers, and my tongue, god I wanna taste you so bad.”
“Please, daddy.”
His cock throbbed against you. “Stop, you gotta stop calling me that, kitten.” Bucky pushed away from you, still caging you in against the brick. “I’m serious. We can’t do this. I’m trying to be a decent guy here.”
You weren’t listening, and Bucky’s eyes trailed down your body to where your hand had slipped under your dress. Before he could say anything, you held two glistening fingers in his face, taunting.
“Just a taste.” You gently swiped your fingers over his plush bottom lip and his eyes went so dark you were almost afraid.
And then he was gone; disappearing so quickly that he was a blur in the night.
**
Bucky couldn’t breathe. He literally held his breath for as long as he could to avoid inhaling your sweet scent. He nearly broke his backdoor down trying to hurry and get inside.
“Fuck!” He shouted as finally got the door to open and he stumbled inside, drunk with lust.
His cock was so hard, he was already unbuttoning his pants and yanking the zipper down as he hurried through his kitchen. He just had to make it upstairs, but the temptation on his lips was too much, his clothes were suffocating, he need to fucking come. He braced himself on the wall by the stairs, his right hand quickly pulling his heavy cock out and pumping it with speed and efficiency. He was already so close; it was not a time for teasing. He got off on the smell of you on his lips, the feel of you pressed against him earlier that night, the dirty things you had promised–god he was an idiot, he could have you on your knees right now. He could hardly remember the last time he had a hot little mouth wrapped around him.
He cursed under his breath, fumbling for a tissue as his balls tightened and he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, coming hard as the taste of you exploded in his mouth.
**
Bucky had reached his limit. He was done. Today was the day he was going to ruin you. He decided this as he watched you over his fence. You were lounging by your pool, completely nude, and posed to tease the fuck out of him. One leg was bent at the knee, blocking his view of your cunt. His eyes trailed up the length of your body, only to be disappointed that your book was blocking his view of your tits. But he zeroed in on the bit of side boob he could see, licking his lips as he imagined kissing the little heart tattoo he didn’t know you had there.
He cleared his throat, and you lifted your gaze to smile at him.
“Oh hello, looking for my dad?”
Bucky’s gaze darkened. “Over here. Now.”
You froze, and Bucky wondered if you really thought he could resist you forever.
“Now, kitten.”
You nodded, turning to grab your sundress before quickly making your way to his side of the fence.
“You didn’t need to bother with the dress.” Bucky grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his.
Finally.
Fucking finally.
His tongue invaded your mouth aggressively, making up for lost time. You gasped when he nipped at your bottom lip, his frustrations spilling out. He pulled back enough to look you in the eye, both of your breaths ragged.
You opened your mouth, probably to say something cocky. But Bucky silenced you by pushing softly but firmly on your shoulders. You dropped to your knees so fast that Bucky chuckled.
“Eager?”
You already had his fly open, your tongue pressed against the wet spot his cock had made in his underwear, and he shuddered.
“And you aren’t?”
“No teasing.”
You answered by pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It was thick and curved, his pink tip begging to be sucked.
“Holy–fuck,” Bucky dragged out the last word, reaching for the fence for support as you took him into your throat.
It had been so long since he had experienced this. While he longed for your pussy, this was different… looking down at you on your knees for him–lips wrapped tight and your tongue moving so perfectly–he wouldn’t last.
He should have taken you inside. Now he had to be quiet, had to contain the moans and gasps he wanted to let out every time you took him deeper.
“Sweetheart,” Bucky groaned as your nose pressed against his pelvis. “Wanna fuck your face, sweetheart.”
You moaned, and his dick throbbed in tune with his rapid heartbeat. But as he wrapped his vibranium hand in your hair, prepping himself to come down your throat, your backdoor opened and shut loudly.
“Shit,” Bucky cursed as your dad stepped out onto the patio and waved at him. He nudged your shoulder, and you pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth.
Bucky gave you a warning look as your dad approached the fence.
He should have known better. As soon as he started talking to your dad, trying to get rid of him, your hot mouth slid down his cock again, slowly, but it still made him stutter. You froze once your nose was pressed against him again, and Bucky breathed a sigh of relief, until you swallowed and he nearly groaned out loud. Somehow your dad was still clueless, rambling on about-well, Bucky didn’t know what he was talking about anymore. He bit his lip hard as your tongue lapped at his balls, the tip of his cock still in your throat. A curse slipped through his lips. He was sure he looked like he was in pain–he was about to come and you wouldn’t stop–he didn’t want you to stop.
Your dad frowned. “You, okay?”
“Yeah,” Bucky choked out, annoyed now that you had completely pulled back, licking his tip teasingly. “Just playing with my kitten. She’s being a bad girl.”
Bucky smirked as you clenched your thighs together.
“But I think she just needs attention. I’ll see you later.”
With that, your dad finally left and as soon as he was safely inside your house, Bucky tucked himself back into his pants and squatted down to look you in the eye.
“What happened to being a good girl for daddy, huh?”
“Couldn’t help it.”
Bucky kissed you fiercely, before bringing you to your feet. “Inside.”
You didn’t hesitate, running to his backdoor as he slowly stalked behind you.
**
Bucky’s tongue held power. You were sure of it. It tortured, teased, and pleased all in one firm, wet swipe. And he did it for what seemed like hours. Not letting you go until you begged for a break. When he finally lifted his head from between your trembling thighs, you groaned at the sight. His handsome beard glistened with your arousal, and his blue eyes were dark with need. Your legs spread further for him and he smirked as he climbed over your body to reach your lips.
“Good girl; gonna take my cock, kitten?”
“Yes daddy, give it to me,” you nearly whined as you felt him press the tip against your entrance.
He was quiet as he slid in, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders. You gripped them tight as he split you open slowly, every throbbing vein rubbing you in just the right way.
“Oh god, you’re so big,” you whimpered once he was fully inside you.
His breath was ragged against your neck, and even your feet pressing into his firm ass wasn’t enough to get him to move yet.
“Please,” you begged, and finally he pulled out. Bucky fucked slow but deep, making sure you felt everything he gave you. Every drag was heaven, every thrust euphoria. His vibranium hand was cradling the back of your head, tangled in your hair, his other gripping your hip to keep you in place. You climbed quickly, but you needed more.
“Faster, please, I can take it.”
Bucky’s head dropped against yours for a second before he obliged. He moved his hand from your hair to the headboard, slowly building up the speed of his thrusts.
You could feel his control slipping, his thrusts felt more frantic, the muscles in his arms bulged, and his breaths grew even more ragged.
Yet you still needed more.
“Talk to me,” you finally whispered, almost embarrassed to ask.
Bucky froze, and you feared maybe you had ruined the moment. But then he gave you that ridiculously hot, lopsided smirk and pressed his lips to your ear.
“You want me to tell you how good you feel?”
You nodded, swallowing thickly as he resumed his pace.
“Want to hear how badly I wanna ignore your pleasure and fuck you hard and fast?”
“Yes!” You groaned, lifting your hips to urge him to move faster.
“Want me to tell you how I have to masturbate every fucking day thinking about your lips, your cunt, your ass?”
“You touch yourself, wishing your cock was up my ass?”
“Fuck yes.” Bucky sounded truly broken, and you lifted his head to see the desire in his eyes.
“Next time,” you managed to speak before his pace turned even more punishing.
“Gonna fuckin’ kill me. Tell me what else you like, sweetheart. Wanna feel you come.”
“Suck my tits, daddy, I’m so close.”
“With pleasure,” Bucky immediately moved his lips to the little tattoo on the side of your breast. Swiping his tongue over it a few times while his big hands squeezed your tits. His pace slowed slightly as he lost himself in worshiping your breasts. His tongue teased until you were nearly frantic with desire. With one last slow lick over your nipple, his warm mouth wrapped around it. Your back arched, and you came almost instantly, drawing a deep groan from him as he continued to suck hungrily.
You knew he had to be close. He was putting off his own release to draw more and more from you.
“Wanna ride you, daddy.”
He didn’t argue, flipping the two of you over so you were on top of him, your hands planted on his muscular chest.
You didn’t think he could get any better, but this angle made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Yeah, there would definitely be a next time, and a time after that. As many times as he’d allow.
His fingers gripped your hips hard, and you fluttered around him at the thought of the bruises he would leave behind.
“I’m close,” Bucky said, almost reluctantly. “Gotta stop.”
“Can’t,” you said breathlessly, moving your hips faster.
He groaned, arguing with you even as his hand moved from your hip to your breast and his hips jerked off the bed.
“Come inside me, daddy, need it.”
“Jesus fuck,” Bucky’s head dipped back. “You can’t–can’t say shit like that.”
“Why?” You questioned, leaning down to his ear. “Because you’re not supposed to be fucking me? Because you’re not supposed to want to fuck me?”
“Stop,” Bucky groaned, thrusting faster.
“Because you’re not supposed to have your fat cock balls deep in my little pussy?”
A strangled noise left Bucky’s throat, and he threw you onto your back. You were disappointed, expecting him to finish himself over your stomach, but before you could even pout his was back inside you. If you thought he was needy before, this was frantic. He hugged your body tight to his, his feet scrambled against the sheets, looking for purchase so he could fuck you deeper.
He couldn’t string together a sentence anymore, but you no longer needed him to tell you how good he felt. You could feel it with each throb of his cock deep inside you.
“Can’t stop–” he gasped, and you grabbed his ass, pushing him deeper.
A hungry, desperate sound left his mouth, and you knew you had him.
“Give it to me,” you whispered in his ear. “Fuck my little pussy, daddy, it’s yours.”
Bucky’s hand gripped your ass hard as he shoved his cock as deep as it would go. His teeth bit your neck as he came. You yelped at the pain, but tangled your hand in his hair to keep him there.
His thrusts became more frantic at first as he fucked himself through his orgasm, but eventually he slowed, the static in his brain clearing just enough to speak again. You were both keenly aware that he’s still coming, fucking you slowly as he does.
“Fuck, such a good girl, taking it so well.”
All you could was whimper, entirely spent.
“Shh, it’s okay. You did so well for me.” Bucky kissed you gently, distracting you from the loss of his cock.
“Should have done it sooner,” you mumbled, and Bucky nipped your bottom lip.
“I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart. Promise.”
You were about to give a sarcastic answer when he deliberately pressed himself against your hip and your eyes went wide.
Bucky nodded, a cocky smile on his lips.
You lifted your head, looking down to confirm with your own eyes before flopping down onto the bed. “God, you’re a fucking wet dream.”
“You’re one to talk, kitten. Now let me take care of you so you can be good and ready for that round two you promised.”
Bucky squeezed your ass before leaving the bed, leading you to the shower.
His guilt was no longer present, completely replaced by fiery lust.
So Dilf Bucky totally met you at a farmer's market.
He's picking out some plums for himself when he sees you, strutting around in your cute little sundress and hat and sunglasses and that jute bag you use to put the fruits and vegetables you buy in it.
He's smitten immediately. He's a man after all, he can't unsee a beautiful woman like you.
He'd have approached you with a nervous little offer of a coffee date if you didn't trip on your feet and take a nosedive to the floor.
He's at your side immediately. Pressing his handkerchief on your bleeding nose and collecting the oranges spilt on the road from your bag.
And there's that.
You fall for the kind man just like you fell on the floor. Sudden and all at once.
You take the humble excuse of returning his handkerchief after cleaning it, to meet him again.
And again.
And again......
So...... that's how you met dilf Bucky!!!!! 😃
And about the clingier person, I think clingy!veni is wayyyy more clingy (and loved) than bucky (forgive me, I'm baised for my wife) 😏😏
Warnings: so many actually okay okay let's see oral (f & m receiving) multiple/forced orgasms, praise (they're so in love plz), minor breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it UP yall), so many pet names, marking for sure, I hope I got everything lmao
Genre: So much fluff and some nice smut to top it off ^3^
Summary: Happy Anniversary to dilf!Bucky and his teacher girlfriend
***
You clap your hands to your class's attention, waiting for them to clap the rhythm back at you.
"Alright kids, pull out your math workbooks we're gonna do-" you trail off when a knock on the doorframe of your classroom distracts you. When you turn your head, Bucky's smiling at you with a bouquet of flowers.
"James! Hi." You say walking over to him with a confused chuckle.
"Hey doll, sorry to interrupt." Bucky meets you before you get all the way to the door.
"I love you and, of course, I'm happy to see you, but I thought we were meeting later? Did I get that wrong?"
"Nah we're still meeting later, just wanted to get a jump on things. Brought you flowers." He says handing you the flowers and kissing your cheek. This, obviously, sends your class of eight year olds into a flurry of squeals and oos.
"Settle down my dears." You tell them with a chuckle. "This is a wonderful surprise sweetheart, the flowers are beautiful." You say to Bucky softly.
"I thought you'd like them. I don't wanna derail your class too much so I'm gonna go. I'll pick you up at 7?"
"Yeah that's fine, thank you for stopping by." You smile at him. Bucky gives you one last kiss before leaving your classroom.
"Miss y/n!" One of your students, Alya, shoots her hand into the air as you set the flowers on your desk.
"Yes miss Alya?" You look at her.
"Is that your boyfriend?" She asks.
"Yes, it is. Today's our anniversary but, he's like this most of the time." You muse. Several of your students oo and aw at your statement.
"He's so handsome Miss y/n!" Carla, another student, tells you.
"He is, isn't he?" You laugh. "Anyway lovelies, get out your math workbooks if you didn't before, we're going to continue working on fractions." You say refocusing to get through your lesson plan. You finish out the afternoon with your kids and get everyone ready to go home for the day. You sit at your desk, doing some grading while kids get picked up or leave to get on their buses. By the time the last of your students are dismissed, it's after four. You pack up your things and head home to get ready for your anniversary with your bouquet from Bucky in hand. When you get home you immediately put the flowers in a vase with water before getting into the shower. You take your time, enjoying the hot water on your skin after a long day.
By the time you finally step out of the shower, it's almost six. You put on a knee-length black off-shoulder dress with a short slit in it. Your makeup for the night is a gold smokey eye with red lipstick. You finish the outfit with red heels, some gold earrings, and a matching necklace plus a gold clutch bag. Once you've finished getting ready it's almost 7. You use the extra time to clean up the mini tornado you caused while getting ready. When you hear a knock on your apartment door you grab your purse and open it to find Bucky waiting with his hands in his pockets. He lets out a slow whistle as he takes you in.
"God, you look gorgeous." He breathes and you giggle at the compliment.
"You look pretty good yourself, and we match." You tell him stepping into the hall to lock your door. He's wearing a red dress shirt and black slacks. It's almost like he knew what you'd be wearing.
"I know my girl." He shrugs holding out his arm to you. You loop your arm through his and let him lead you to his car. You don't talk on the drive there, not for lack of conversation or anything, Bucky just hasn't told you where you're going and you're hoping to guess before you get there. After about 20 minutes, he pulls up to a nice restaurant you've never been to before. He parks and walks around to your side of the car, opening your door and helping you out. He always insists on it when you're out together. You look at him curiously as he leads you inside.
"I was talking to Sam and he said this was a really good place for Italian food. I know we've never been but since you really like Italian I thought it'd be a nice spot." Bucky explains finally before talking to the maitre D.
"It looks lovely." You say quietly as you're led to your table.
"Well hopefully the food lives up." He hums.
"Besides surprising me at school this afternoon, how was your day?" You ask him while looking over the menu.
"It was great, got tons of errands done since I didn't go into the bookstore today."
"Productive then. That's lovely."
"How was the rest of your day pan out? Did I totally screw up your lesson plan?"
"Not totally. The kiddos had some questions but, we managed to get back to fractions pretty quickly once I answered a few of them."
"Questions, huh?"
"Just who you were, really. They think you're handsome." You smile.
"That's cute." Bucky chuckles.
"It was! I think I'll keep the flowers in my classroom. They're at home now because- I didn't have a vase at school but I plan to take them back." You tell him. Before he can reply, a server comes up to you and asks if you're ready to order. You each order your choices and Bucky picks a wine to share that will go with both of your meals.
"Did you- look up wine pairings before we came here?" You ask, surprised with how quickly he decided on a wine.
"Well, not technically but I've been learning my way around wine selections. Nat says it's an important skill to have." He shrugs.
"I dunno how important I'd say it is but it is impressive."
"If it's impressive to you then I'd say it's plenty important." Bucky picks your hand up from the table to place a kiss on the back of it and you feel your cheeks heat. The conversation changes then and the two of you shift to sharing memories of the last year over your meal. You laugh over things like Lily's meddling to get you together and your first few awkward dates where you were both still too nervous about things being perfect, milestones like the day Bucky asked you to be his girlfriend, or when you threw him a party for his birthday. Bucky surprises you with his recollection of silly moments you hadn't even realized he noticed and you surprise him with pictures you've taken when he's not looking. The food is wonderful, though you're barely thinking about that because you're so focused on enjoying each other's company, but you do split a desert before you finally leave the restaurant arm in arm. When you're back in the car Bucky doesn't start the car right away.
"Is everything alrigh-" before you can even finish your question, Bucky kisses you fiercely with a hand at the back of your neck holding you in place. You kiss him back with as much passion as he's giving you and you're panting by the time he pulls away.
"I've been wanting to do that all night, but I knew you'd scold me for messing up your lipstick." Bucky says breathily as he leans back into his own seat with his hand still gently against your neck.
"Oh." Is the only response you can muster at first, "well, dinner's over now so- I guess it's okay." You add.
"You know, Steve has Lily for til morning if you'd like to... keep celebrating." Bucky says. His hand is now on your leg, a thumb distractingly rubbing against the skin exposed by your slit.
"It- sounds like you have something in mind." You mutter.
"Oh trust me, I do." Bucky hums. You lean over the center console, close enough that your lips practically graze his ear.
"Well, show me." You say softly, nipping his ear. The action makes him shudder and before you've even settled back into your seat Bucky's pulling out of the parking lot a little too fast. "Bucky slow down." You giggle at his sudden eagerness.
"You say things like that to me and expect me not to react? Come on doll I nearly ripped your dress off right there in the parking lot." Bucky says, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"We have all night for you to do whatever you want to me James just don't crash before we get there." You muse.
"I love you baby but if you keep talking that way we aren't going to get there." Bucky grumbles. You chuckle to yourself but decide not to push his buttons anymore. The rest of your drive is quiet and quick. Bucky hops out of the car and rushes over to open your door for you. You try not to laugh as Bucky leads you to his front door. He unlocks the door and practically pulls you into the house. You take a second to shut the door behind you although as you're trying to lock it, Bucky cages you between the door and his body. You manage to twist the lock before Bucky kisses you intensely. Bucky's lips against yours make you gasp and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, getting lost in the feel of your boyfriend's lips. You shove Bucky's suit jacket from his shoulders and make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, your fingers dancing against his skin, enjoying the way his muscles react to your touch. Before you can move the shirt off of him, Bucky drags your dress from your shoulders and you let it drop to your feet. His hands slide down your sides, settling at the back of your thighs.
"Jump up for me lovely." Bucky mutters sweetly against your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist and Bucky carries you through his house to his bedroom all while you kiss him repeatedly the whole way there. When Bucky tosses you onto his bed you giggle and he looks at you curiously. "What're you giggling about?" He quirks an eyebrow up and smirks.
"Oh nothing really." You bite your lip, barely hiding a smile as Bucky climbs onto the bed.
"What is it doll?" He sing-songs, kissing at your neck to coax an answer out of you.
"I-it's nothing, just... I like the way you throw me around that's all." You moan as Bucky decorates your throat with blooms of red.
"You like being thrown around? I'll keep that in mind." Bucky chuckles, his kisses trailing down your skin. He tugs your bra down enough to expose your breasts and immediately wraps his lips around one of your nipples, fingers tweaking the other one. You whimper as Bucky's ministrations tug at your core so perfectly. Your hands latch onto his shoulders, shuddering when he rolls your nipple between his teeth. Bucky continues to kiss his way down your abdomen until he's nestled between your legs. The sound of ripping fabric makes you gasp as your pussy is exposed.
"Did you just rip my panties?!"
"They were in the way. I'll replace them." He grumbles.
"You're not usually so impatient." You muse. Bucky huffs in a way that you're sure means he's rolled his eyes but he doesn't respond to you, instead he licks a stripe between your folds that snatches the amusement from your voice with a sharp inhale. With his hands on your hips he locks you in place as he dives in. Your fingers bury themselves in his hair when his tongue lavishes your clit with attention. He licks and sucks at your core until you're twitching beneath him, pending orgasm winding you tight.
"Bucky, I- I'm. Oh my God!" you whine loudly as Bucky works you towards release with his tongue.
"Go ahead doll, let go." He tells you, suctioning your clit into his mouth harsh enough to pull your orgasm from you with a loud cry.
"Holy fuck." You pant out as you wait for your heart to stop pounding in your ears. You whimper as Bucky continues to lap at your folds, the sensitivity of your clit making you squirm.
"Hold still sweetheart." Bucky says against you, two fingers joining his mouth between your legs. His tongue focuses on your clit again while his fingers work you open. Bucky curls and stretches his digits inside you in ways only he knows how.
"Feels so good Bucky." You moan, grinding against his hand and mouth as that tightening in your core gets stronger with each passing moment.
"Gonna cum again for me doll?" His tone is slightly amused as he watches you bend at his hand.
"God yes. Please!" You whine, feeling the pressure build.
"Lemme taste you again y/n. You taste so good baby, cum for me." His words come out almost sounding like a plea and your back arches as another orgasm washes over you. When Bucky continues lick you through your orgasm you tug his hair hard enough to force him away.
"I swear if I let you you'd never stop." You shake your head, pulling him up to kiss you.
"Sometimes I don't." He mutters against your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue as you get lost in the feel of his mouth on yours. It's true, some nights he'll eat you out until you practically pass out on him, but tonight is your anniversary, and you want to give as much as you get so you push Bucky backwards until he's standing at the foot of his bed and you make quick work of freeing him from his pants and boxers. You take him in your hand and slowly trace the prominent vein that runs along his shaft with your tongue before taking the head between your lips. Bucky lets out a strangled groan as you suck eagerly on the tip of his dick while gently stroking the length of him. He's hot and heavy in your grip as you slowly take more of him into your mouth each time you bob your head. You look up at him once you set a steady rhythm reveling in the way his mouth drops open and his chest rises harshly. You watch his reactions as you suck his dick enjoying each groan, each curse, and each shuddering breath he releases at your ministrations. His right hand is in your hair but he makes no attempt to take control of your actions, surrendering to the feel of your mouth on him. It takes you practically no time at all to work him almost over the edge, by the time he's grunting for you to slow down he's already passed the point of no return.
"Fucking hell baby, hang on a sec." His strangled grumble makes you want to giggle but you can't lest you stop. His fingers in your hair tighten in a warning that you ignore, moving noisily up and down his length until his release floods your mouth. You swallow as it comes, only letting him go with a pop when his dick stops twitching in your mouth. He leans forward a bit, taking support from the edge of the bed and you giggle at the effect you have on him. "What part of 'hang on a sec' wasn't clear enough to you?" He asks breathlessly.
"Just reminding you that you're not the only one that can pull oragsms from someone in this room babe." You smile cheekily.
"Trust me that's a lesson I'm not likely to forget." Bucky chuckles pulling your legs from under you to get you on your back.
"Let's hope not. I review it often enough." You joke, shuffling up the bed a bit.
"And trust me I am not complaining." He hums lining himself up with your entrance.
"Would be a shame if you were since I enjoy doing it so m-" your sentence is cut off by a gasp as Bucky thrusts into you suddenly.
"You were saying y/n?" He teases rolling his hips into yours leisurely.
"J-oh. Uhhh just that I like sucking your dick." You manage to get out the words though they're breathy as Bucky starts to set a rhythm.
"God you're so perfect." Bucky grunts, hands gripping your hips roughly. As much as his hold will allow, you rock against him, thrusting up to match his movements.
"Fuck- feels so good Bucky." You moan.
"Yeah? You like that baby, don't you?"
"Yes! God yes, so much." You whimper, back arching into Bucky's body. Bucky's thrusts are sharp and deep dragging you towards another orgasm. Your fingers claw helplessly at Bucky's back, red lines decorating the expanse of skin, making him hiss.
"Shit you're so fucking warm baby. Taking me so perfectly." Bucky sighs out. Bucky's fingers find your clit, making you jolt when starts toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Holy shit Bucky."
"Cum for me y/n. Want you to cream all on my dick." Bucky grunts. With a few rough circles rubbed into your clit, he sends you over the edge for the third time. At this point, you're a twitching mess of whimpers as you come down, Bucky's continued thrusts prolonging your blissed out state.
"You're so pretty doll." He says kissing you gently, a notable contrast to the way he drives into you. Bucky's head snaps back and you realize his rhythm has changed. His thrusts are erratic now as he chases his orgasm.
"You're close aren't you Bucky? You wanna cum inside me? Fill me up?" Your mind finally clear enough to coax Bucky. Your hand at the back of his neck pulls him towards you, littering his throat with hickeys until his hips still against yours and hot white paints your walls. Bucky lowers his head to your chest, breathing heavy against your skin. You wrap your arms around him to hug him to you. He always complains about crushing you if you ask him to do this on his own but he never has the will to move when you pull him against you yourself.
"Happy anniversary baby." Bucky mutters as you run your fingers through his hair.
warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of grown-up time but nothing really, mentions of food and wine.
a/n: So here’s another chapter, this series was not at all planned and just happened hehe, but I love these two!! thank you so much for all your love and I hope you like this chapter as well. Let me know if you would like to see more of them. Feedback and Reblogs are appreciated. (picture used taken from google)
Friday. At about five in the evening, there was a knock on your door. Punctual, Mr. Barnes.
You decided to wear a dress you were saving for something special. Nothing too fancy but really really cute.
The door revealed the handsome man standing in a buttoned white shirt, and navy trousers. Top buttons, undone, sleeves rolled up. Was that allowed? You thought as you stared at him up and down, while he was doing the same.
“Wow.” He managed to speak out. “You’re so beautiful” His cheeks tinted red as you smiled for him. “Got you flowers. They are not as pretty as you but I tried.”
“Oh Bucky, you’re too sweet.” With a soft chuckle, you went back in to keep the flowers in a vase. “You always look good Bucky” You told him, chewing on your lower lip. Oh he wanted to kiss you so bad.
“Ready for our date, flower?”
“Flower?”
“You like it? Well you’re sweet, beautiful, soft and you smell great. So, flower.” He added with a bashful smile.
You could only nod and smile, words failing you again. Bucky offered you his arm and you softly wrapped your hand around it.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
A little Italian restaurant, cozy and warm, by the side of a lake. So gorgeous. Bucky thought while he looked at you.
“This- this is so beautiful.” You gave his arm a gentle squeeze.
“I’m glad you like it. The restaurant isn’t very fancy but it’s cozy and they have amazing food.” Bucky looked at you. “Plus a gorgeous view. oh and that lake.”
“Oh Bucky.” you couldn’t help but giggle at his cheesy flirting, it all felt so sweet and genuine when he said it.
“Let’s order shall we?”
After placing your order, and getting the wine, Bucky slowly reached out across the table to hold your hand softly.
“Hi Neighbour.”
“Hi Neighbour.” You smiled. He was so breathtakingly handsome. The sun set casted a warm glow on his face. You felt like clicking a picture just to save it in your memories. But Bucky beat you to it.
“Flower, can I click a picture of yours? Gosh, you look so beautiful.” You bit your lip and nodded, a big smile graced your face. He took out his phone clicking a few pictures.
“May I click yours now? I want to, please” And you did.
“Bucky, I’ll be honest, this date, it feels really special. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“You’re welcome pretty girl. Thank you for saying yes.”
You both exchanged smiles, taking a sip of the wine. A question popped in your head but you weren’t sure if it was too personal.
“If you don’t mind me asking, Becca’s mother…”
“Right, I’m sorry, should have said that earlier but you know I…” He looked down at the table, “Well I’m divorced. When Becca was born, within a few months her mother felt she wasn’t ready for any of it, and she wanted out.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have want asked about it, I just- sorry if I made you sad by bringing it up.”
“Oh no, that’s okay. I’m fine with it now. She hasn’t been in the picture since the divorce, never wanted to know about her own daughter.” Bucky gulped, and you squeezed his hand softly, “Becca deserves someone who would know what a treasure she is.” You nodded.
The rest of the evening passed by smoothly with some extremely delicious Italian food. You got to know more about each other and realised you had quite some things in common.
You were both competitive at board games, enjoyed being at the beach, big fans of taking naps and loved Disney movies, among other things.
Arriving back at your building, Bucky walked you to your apartment, your hand in his own.
“Thank you Bucky, I had such a wonderful time.”
“Me too, flower, and I’m glad to know that.” He gave you his signature charming smile. The two of you stood outside your door.
“So…”
“Well I’ve a got a babysitter for Becs and she should be here for another one hour” Bucky mumbled while softly pulling you close. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Any ideas about how you want to spend that one hour” you asked him coyly, drawing soft patterns on the back of his neck.
“Oh, I’ve got some.” Bucky closed the distance between you too, crashing his lips on yours as you fumbled to unlock your door and get in.
As soon as you were in, Bucky closed the door behind, pulling you towards the sofa, not breaking the kiss.
“Gosh you’re so pretty, flower” He sat down, you on his lap, as he kept kissing you like he couldn’t breathe without you. Not that you complained.
“Bucky, you’re amazing” You told him when you finally pulled away being out of breath. He touched his forehead to yours, holding your waist keeping you close.
He had a dopey grin on his face, you pressed soft kisses on his bearded jaw. You loved his beard.
The connection, the pull you felt towards the man was unbelievable.
After kissing each other for quite a while, Bucky took you in his arms and you both laid down on the sofa.
“Um, I was thinking what if we go to a movie with Becca? The three of us? And after that if you want we can have some grown-up time too.” You asked while playing with his hair. Bucky’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed the soft touch. Gosh, he was absolutely gorgeous.
“I’m sure Becca would love that, and so would I.” He kissed you again. The fact that you cared about his little girl gave him immense joy.
Bucky looked at the time and gently you both got up. He held your face in his hand giving you a kiss on a forehead.
“I’ll see you soon then?” Bucky asked while you walked towards the door.
“You will, Neighbour.” You smiled and opened the door. He gave you another kiss and wish you good night, making his way back.
Bucky was about to go inside his flat when you softly called his name and he looked at you with those beautiful blue eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Dream about me.” It was your turn to make the man blush, you blew him a kiss and went inside while he went in his own flat with the biggest smile on his face.
“Daddy!” Becca ran towards him and he picked her up. After paying the baby sitter, the two went to Becca’s room and Alpine followed.
“Time to sleep Becs. Sweet Dreams, love.” Bucky gave her a kiss on her tiny forehead while that big smile was still stuck on his face. Alpine went up to Bucky’s lap and he rubbed her head softly.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah?”
“You Happy!” Becca commented on seeing her father’s smile.
“That’s true, I am happy, Becca.” Becca giggled knowing her father’s happy, and Alpine purred.
Soon Becca fell asleep and Bucky got back to his bedroom. Alpine took a spot on the bed and Bucky stared at the ceiling. Thinking about you.
You did make him happy, so happy. That night, he met you again in his dreams.
He knows the drill after a while. You talk big game when you're drunk after brunch but always end up asleep.
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"I'm gonna suck you so good when we got home, baby." You tell Bucky, rubbing his crotch while he steers traffic on the way home.
"Mmhmm," he responds mirthfully at the way your eyes fog over with the ten mimosas swimming in your system. "You're sleepy, though."
"Nuh uh! I'm so wet right now I bet you'd slip right in," you grab his hand and place it between your legs. Guiding his fingers past your soaked panties giggling. "See?"
Bucky plays with you as he eases through the highway. You're wriggling on the passenger seat, whimpering and moaning, riding his fingers wantonly.
"Oh shit," you gasp as you cum unexpectedly, soaking the leather of his Royce. Your back stretches at the pleasure with a dopey smile on your face.
Bucky moves his fingers, returning your panties to cover your sloppy center. He taps it before lifting his fingers to your mouth and you suck them immediately. Your hums of content fill the car making Bucky almost burst in his pants. As the noises from you die down, Bucky looks over to find you dozing off, leaning on his hand and nuzzling his palm.
He'd have to wait until the alcohol leaves your system then he can have his fun. In the meantime he's happy you still found time to go out and be rowdy with your friends. But maybe he'd bring a driver next time when he picks you up so he can have you sit on his cock on the drive home.
