bucky x fem!reader where they hate each other and for some reason they’re fighting and yelling at each other’s faces and then they get closer and closer until bucky kisses the life out of the reader????
Another fun prompt! Thank you to @happygowriting who gave me the idea of what they should be fighting over 🥰
Warnings: so much language! My blogs are 18+ spaces always.
Where.....why??
Pushing all the other cereal boxes out of the way, and still not seeing the Reese's Puffs, you slammed the cabinet door shut and stomped to the garbage can. The lid smacked against the wall from how hard you stepped on the lever - and there, right on top, was your empty cereal box.
"MotherFUCKER!"
"Quit making such a racket in there!"
Turning slowly in the direction of the dining room, your eyes narrowed and you seethed.
Barnes.
You sauntered in and over to the table and sure enough there he was, spoon in hand and a full bowl of Reese's Puffs in front of him.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't the motherfucker in question."
Bucky pushed back from the table, standing to loom over you and dropping his voice in a completely annoying and unsexy way. "How many times do I have to tell you to watch your filthy fucking mouth?"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my FUCKING cereal?!"
"Oh. Pardon me, I'm so sorry. Maybe if someone hadn't had the last bagel last night...."
You huffed, crossing your arms. "I TOLD YOU I WAS SORRY! I didn't know it was yours -"
"I went to Brooklyn for those bagels, you know they're my favorite!" His voice was rising in volume but was still growly and not at all hot, not at all.
"Well, you really shouldn't be that mad about it because it was starting to go stale. I did you a favor and saved you from a mediocre bagel, and you repay me by eating all my cereal!" You darted around Bucky and out of his reach, grabbing the bowl and shoving the spoon in your mouth.
"Goddamn it," he reached for you but you evaded him, heading for the kitchen while shoveling Reese's Puffs into your mouth as fast as you could. "You're the biggest pain in the ass I know, and THAT'S saying something."
You paused in the door, and stuck out your ass, wiggling it.
Bucky slammed his hands on the table. "That's it! Give me that bowl!"
He followed you into the kitchen and you kicked over a stool on your way around the breakfast nook, one word pushing through your mouth full of cereal. "NO."
"Give me the fucking bowl!" Now he was yelling, and you swallowed hard.
"FUCK YOU!"
Bucky stalked towards you, eyes flashing with anger and something else that you weren't sure about - maybe? You put the bowl on the counter and stood in front of it, planting yourself in resistance.
"I should give you something better to do with that smart mouth!"
You're still trying to come up with a response when you feel his lips on yours and you're stunned - completely and utterly. Bucky holds you close, his hands on your neck, thumbs brushing against your cheeks too softly for the strength of the kiss. His tongue presses against your bottom lip and it's not even a question, you're opening up for him and a little whimper catches in your throat. Damn, he's really good at this...you let go of the counter to let your fingers grip his hair and you're lost in the feeling of his lips and tongue... and that motherfucker steals the bowl off the counter and backs away from you with a grin.
"Now I know how to shut you up," he winks as the spoon goes into his mouth.
This is for my darling @buckyownsmylife and her 2k breeding kink challenge! Eyre, you're a gift. Thank you for your friendship.
My character is Steve Rogers and my AU prompt was Roommate.
Warnings: breeding kink, obviously, so smut (vague of course and this is really soft) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always. I do not give permission to translate or repost my work on other sites.
Steve Rogers was the best roommate.
Yes, even when he woke up at 5am every day to go for a run. Sure, sometimes the activity in the apartment would wake you up, but the coffee was always hot and ready for you when you woke up.
Steve was always doing little thoughtful things like that for you. Buying two kinds of milk so you always had your favorite in the fridge. Carrying your laundry bags down to the machine in the basement so you didn't have to. He had to have a sixth sense for it because he always knew when you needed a movie night, junk food and cuddles. Steve was better than all of your previous boyfriends combined...but he was only your roommate.
Unless...maybe he wasn't only your roommate.
"Steve?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?" He angled his head to catch your eye, as you looked up from where you were snuggled against his chest.
"Do you think it's weird that we always cuddle when we watch tv?"
Steve frowned, cute little lines digging into his forehead and you wanted to smooth them out with your finger. "No...why, do you not like it?"
"No, no, I do," you reassured him, "but when you get a girlfriend...or I get a boyfriend," the frown lines grew deeper, "they may not like it."
"Well, that's unacceptable. I'm always going to need cuddles from my best girl."
His best girl. How long had it been since Steve had brought someone home? He had that girlfriend when you'd moved in, and that hadn't lasted long. You'd been single since you moved in.
Why would you look for a man when you had Steve Rogers making you coffee in the morning and cuddling you on the couch in front of the TV at night?
Steve's watching some documentary about choosing the right preschools, and you're bored out of your mind. "Why are we watching this?"
Steve shrugs. "I thought it was interesting."
"It's only interesting if you have kids."
"I'm gonna have kids some day!"
"Yeah but you have to get out of here and find the woman to have the kids with first!"
Your voice was joking, but the deafening silence in the room choked off your air. You're almost too nervous to lift your head from his chest and look at his face, but you do and it's just as bad as you thought.
Steve is looking down at you like he got his hand stuck in the cookie jar. It's all over his face - he hasn't been having a hard time finding a girl, he's been deliberately not looking.
"Oh."
It's all you can think to say. It's a surprise but also there's a big part of you that's been unconsciously doing the same thing - not wanting to find someone to interrupt you playing house with Steve Rogers.
Steve Rogers, who is now staring at you like he's afraid you're going to get up and run away. But you don't.
You climb into his lap and kiss him, hard.
He's stunned for a moment until his hands find your waist, pulling you closer against him as you open up to him, letting him find what he's been seeking. You kiss until you're out of breath and then you pull away, your eyes opening slowly to find his staring back at you.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was trying to figure out how..."
You try to shush him, kissing him again quickly. "It's okay, Steve."
"You're asking me why I'm not out trying to find a girl, and it's because I had the perfect one here with me at home."
Your heart melts down in your chest, reforged into a shape that belongs to Steve only. Grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer, you kiss the breath from him and whisper, "take me to bed, Steve."
He almost chokes on air. "Are - are you sure?"
"Yes. Please. I want to be yours," you look into his eyes, "your best girl."
Steve stands up from the couch, carrying you to his room. "My best girl," he echos you, "mine."
"Yes," you answer breathlessly, and he lays you down carefully on his bed.
You've seen Steve without his shirt countless times, wandering around the apartment in just sweatpants. Sometimes, in just a towel fresh from the shower. He's seen you in your tiny bathrobe and your little sleep shorts, tank tops with no bra on underneath. Still, this is first time you've taken off everything and you're both moving slowly and admiring, and in Steve's case he's practically worshipping. Greeting all of your newly exposed skin with soft kisses and sweet praises and you've never felt so adored.
"Are you sure?" He asks you, hovering above you, poised to cross this boundary forever.
"Yes," you answer, feeling him hard at your entrance. "I'm yours."
You're home. You're with him, completely, soft words and kisses between you as he makes you his. You're watching how he's holding himself back, how the veins are popping out in his neck and along his arms as he holds his body up over yours. And then you remember - "you want to give me a baby, Steve?"
His eyes widen. "Sweetheart, what are you saying?"
"That's what you want, right?" You coo, running your hands over his arms and massaging his shoulders. "You want to see me all round with your baby - tell everyone that I'm yours and full of you, that we made something beautiful together."
"Oh honey," he closes his eyes a moment, his hips stuttering against yours, "yeah, yeah that's what I want."
"Then do it, Steve," your voice is low but steady, the pleading edge creeping in the closer you get to your own peak. "Take me, own me...breed me."
It's like something snaps - Steve lowers himself so he's only held up by his elbows, pressing to you more urgently everywhere. His mouth to yours, his skin to yours and especially the way he's finally let go so passionately for you, pushing inside you with purpose and making every inch of your body sing for him. You finish first, with a cry of his name, and he follows soon after with a shout, emptying himself inside you.
You're both wrapped around each other completely, reluctant to move. Steve presses his forehead to yours, holding you tightly in his arms. "I want to build our life together."
A/N: I'm alive... barely. So i'm catching up on my HBC Lucky in Love with the prompt Success for @the-ss-horniest-book-club
Square filled for @star-spangled-bingo: Bucky's knife
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 280
divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
“Bucky?”
“Yeah doll?” You smiled at the nickname.
“What happened to your ----?”
Bucky’s face flamed red. “I lost a bet.”
“Why ---?”
“I don't want to talk about it,” he grumbled.
“Does it have something to do with Rocket?” You tried to keep your features neutral. Instead of answering Bucky stalked off to his room. Your mind started whirling to devise a plan to help Bucky and the answer was so simple. “FRIDAY, send a message to the Guardians about a poker game this Friday please?"
You eyed Rocket and Quill across the table as Bucky, Steve, and Sam each considered their options. “I'm in,” Sam finally decided as he placed a miniature version of Redwing on the pile.
“In,” Bucky sighed, placing his favorite knife on top of the pile.
Steve threw his hand down declaring “I'm out.” You grinned as Rocket growled. “I don't have anything to call with.”
“Yes you do.” You cleared your throat and subtly nodded towards Bucky.
“Fine, I'm in,” Rocket muttered as Bucky's metal arm was added to the pile. Quill threw his cards down declaring himself out as well.
“Show 'em.” You pointed at Sam who had two Aces and two fours. Bucky followed suit and showed his hand, a full house of three nines and two threes. “Rocket?”
The raccoon laid his cards down with a rough laugh. “Read ‘em and weep y/n.” His full house of two tens and three jacks was impressive.
“But not as impressive as my… ROYAL FLUSH!” You cackled as you raked in the pot. You handed Bucky his arm back with a grin as Rocket sputtered at his loss. “Don't go betting with this again, okay?"
For @whisperlullaby 700 Followers Challenge - congratulations again on the milestone dearie - this challenge is about discovering kinks and I chose:
Breeding Kink + Bucky Barnes
Warnings: breeding kink/daddy kink/language/dirty talk/ f receive oral and unprotected sex - this is me so it's vague smut but SMUT nonetheless so 18+ ONLY AS ALWAYS. By clicking the "keep reading" link below you affirm that you are over 18.
Bucky Barnes owned you, and he loved it.
His already broad chest puffed up even more with pride when you begged for him, when you crawled onto his lap and pouted at him, when you wrapped your arms around him needing to be close. "I thought you were a good girl, but you're behaving like a needy little kitten," he would say, that little grin curling the edges of his mouth, pleased as punch at how greedy you were for his touch.
"Tell me, doll," he would say, half asking and half demanding as he looked up at you from between your legs, stubble wet with everything you'd given him, "tell me there's no one but me, no one can make you feel like this."
"No one," you breathed out, fists clutching the sheets, "there's no one but you, only you forever."
And you meant every word. No one but Bucky. Forever meant something to Bucky. He was on the edge of it but you curled around his body and his heart and made a home.
"Who do you belong to, pretty girl?"
"To you...... Ah fuck, right there .... faster, Sergeant, harder!"
"What if I don't wanna go faster?" His hips moved maddeningly slow, his fingers curled around your thighs holding you open. "What if I want to take my time and feel every inch of my sweet kitten?" Your brows drew together, whining in need, and he lowered his head to kiss you and soothe you. "What if I need to go nice and slow and fill you up, fuck a baby into you?"
Your eyes flew open, your breath stuttered and your body clenched, making Bucky gasp.
"Oh, you like that," Bucky smirked but he didn't pick up the pace. "You want that? You wanna be dripping with me, want me to breed you so everyone knows you belong to me?"
You stare up at him, eyes wide and heart racing. "Yeah," you agree breathlessly, your tone just shy of begging, "want you to fill me up, daddy."
"Oh, fuck," Bucky's eyes roll back, his hips finally moving faster against yours as you tighten on him over and over, meeting his thrusts.
"Bucky..." You whine, and you don't have to tell him you're close.
"Say it again, baby. Tell me again."
You can feel him throbbing and you tell him everything he needs to hear as you're flooding over him. "I'm yours, and I need you to breed me, daddy."
Bucky roars as he spills into you, his head falling in the place between your neck and shoulder as you both catch your breath.
It's only when your heartbeat isn't pulsing in your ears that you turn your head to whisper in his ear.
"That was new."
He lifts his head to look at you and it's like you fall in love all over again.
"Would it be bad if I said I liked it?"
"I loved it," you answer firmly, feeling him stirring inside you again.
A/N: see this post for the picture that inspired this story. This story is a standalone oneshot and is not connected with my other 1940s Bucky stories.
1940s preserum Steve x Bucky x reader (female)
Word Count: 3,033
Warnings: 18+ ONLY for m x m x f (taking turns), protected sex (this is the 40s so I used the word 'rubbers'), loss of virginity (Steve), oral (m receiving), smoking and alcohol, masturbation, language and dirty talk, cumplay, Steve is having thoughts about Bucky that he's trying to understand but there are no overt acts of Stucky in this fic.
By clicking the Read More below, you affirm that you are 18+ as this fic contains adult content!
"Slow down already, punk!" Steve struggled to keep up with Bucky's quick footsteps on the sidewalk, sidestepping the other pedestrians, out of breath and wheezing. "What's the big rush? Afraid you'll miss out on your doll?"
Bucky stopped suddenly on the pavement and Steve ran right into his back, damn near bouncing off. "First off, jerk, she's not a doll. She's a dame." Bucky emphasized the word, drawing it out with a raised eyebrow. "And tonight's not for me. It's for you."
Bucky whirled and took off down the sidewalk again as Steve shook his head, dazed. "For - for me? What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you - dancing. Smooching. Maybe more." The mischief on Bucky's face made Steve swallow, hard. He pulls on Bucky's arm to stop him again.
"Buck...you didn't...pay her, did you?"
"Will you listen to yourself?" Bucky pulled his arm from Steve's grip. "No, I didn't pay her. She's not like that. She just likes to have fun. Lots of fun."
Steve can't help himself. "Have you...had fun with her?"
Bucky nods, but it's written all over his face anyway. "Oh yeah."
"What's she like?"
Bucky looks up towards the two stars visible in the Brooklyn sky. "Like heaven, Stevie. Like walking through the gates to heaven."
*
The dance hall is loud and crowded when they arrive, and Steve's heart is hammering in his chest. He stares listlessly at the bodies moving on the dance floor until Bucky elbows him.
"There she is..."
You're not like any other girl Steve has seen.
You're definitely older than the other girls they know, and Steve doesn't recognize you from when they were in school. Your heels are a little higher, your dress is tighter and your smile is knowing, worldly. Bucky mentioned that you have your own apartment and you work in Manhattan, someone's secretary or something. You're drinking whiskey in a glass stained with the red of your lipstick and Steve's mesmerized by the column of your neck as you lean back to swallow. Bucky's right - you're not a doll, you're a dame. A woman.
"C'mon, Steve, let's dance."
You hand your glass to Bucky and grab Steve's hand and he's afraid for a moment that his palms are too sweaty or that you can hear how hard it is for him to breathe. The music changes from a fast song to a slow one, and you take Steve's hands and put them on your waist, drawing him in close. You're looking at him like he's the only guy in Brooklyn and in that moment nothing else matters - just you and your red lips and your perfume in his nose tickling the back of his throat.
"Bucky said maybe we could go back to my place and have a few drinks." You're whispering in Steve's ear, and you giggle when a shiver runs down his spine, his hands trembling on your waist. "Would you like that, Steve?"
"Y-yeah. Let's go."
*
You sneak the boys in through a side door, you tell them it's to avoid the nosy landlady. Bucky and Steve tiptoe up the stairs behind you and wait while you unlock the door and then you grab them both by the lapels of their jackets and pull them inside, your giggles floating out into the hallway. Bucky is laughing softly and he ducks his head to kiss the back of your neck while you're locking the door from the inside and Steve wonders again what am I doing here? What's going on?
"Let's have a drink, gentlemen," you kick off your shoes and grab the bottle of whiskey off the counter in the kitchenette. Bucky's taking three glasses out of the cabinet and it's clear he's been here more than once. You take a cigarette from your pack and offer one to Bucky, who takes it but opens a window before lighting yours, and then his.
"Oh," you look over at Steve, "will you be alright with the smoke?"
"He's fine with the window open," Bucky answers, sitting on the couch and leaning his head back, exhaling a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.
You pour out the whiskey, three glasses neat. The cigarette is perched between your pouting lips and Steve's mesmerized. He's never been in a place like this with a woman like you. You catch him staring and smile, soft and knowing.
"I'm going to get comfortable. Is that alright, Steve?" You ask, voice low as you hand him a glass. Bucky smirks at you when you hand him the other glass.
"Um, sure," Steve answers, taking a tiny sip and wincing at the burn. "I don't mind."
You drink, and Steve's watching your neck as you swallow again, everything about you soft but sophisticated, in Steve's eyes anyway. Putting down your glass and the cigarette in the ashtray, you unbutton your dress with your eyes on Steve the whole time. His mouth goes dry, his body feels numb, and he knows he's staring as your skin is revealed to him but he can't stop himself. You toss your dress on a chair, pick up your cigarette and lounge on the couch, next to Bucky in only your undergarments and stockings.
Steve can't breathe and it has nothing to do with the smoke. Bucky draws lazy circles on the inside of your thigh with his fingertips, and you open your legs wider for him but your eyes are fixed on Steve. You sigh before drawing more smoke into your lungs, exhaling a cloud around you and Bucky that looks like a magic spell hanging in the room.
"Do you want to touch me too?" You ask, quietly, like you're trying not to frighten him off. "I want you to. I like to play." Your lips curl up in a smile, and you put the cigarette in the ashtray again to beckon him forward, crooking your finger with a mischievous giggle. "Come here, Steve. Come and play with us."
Steve's mouth and throat go dry, and he takes a drink but starts coughing when the whiskey burns down his throat. You shake off Bucky's hand and stand up from the couch, walking to Steve and cooing, "oh, sweet baby boy, are you alright?" Steve's eyes nearly pop out of his head when you kneel in front of him, rubbing your hands up his thighs closer to where he's suddenly hard in his pants at the sight and presence of you. One of your hands rubs over his clothed cock and his head falls back, his eyes closed as he struggles to control himself.
"Steve," you're whispering, your hands unbuttoning his pants, "I know you want me, and I want you too. Will you let me make you feel good, baby?" A strangled moan escapes from Steve's throat as your hands grasp him and pull him free and he opens his eyes in time to see you lick the head, humming at the taste.
It's too much, and he has no experience and he knows he'll embarrass himself. "I can't - I won't be able to -"
"Yes, you will. Let me take care of you." Your red lips smile at him once more before you take Steve in your mouth, lipstick smearing on his skin and he raises his hips before he can stop himself, completely lost in the warmth of your mouth. You hum again, swirling your tongue and holding his hips, pushing him back down to sit and looking up to catch his eye, looking filthy and beautiful with your mouth full of him. Steve thinks he may have to close his eyes again but then he looks over and sees Bucky.
Bucky - he's unbuttoned his shirt, dog tags laying on his chest. His hair's a mess from how many times he's pushed his fingers through it, his lips are bitten swollen and pink from how aroused he is and his hand is slowly fisting his hard cock, watching you suck Steve further down your throat.
Steve's pretty sure this sinning will be worth a lot more than ten Hail Mary's, but he's in for whatever reckoning is coming his way. He gasps, feeling himself getting too close, but you know too and you pull off, tightening your hand at the base of his cock and holding him off. "I told you," you say breathlessly, "I'd take care of you." You surge up to capture his lips, rubbing off what's left of your lipstick on his mouth. You lick along his bottom lip, and Steve opens his mouth, letting you tangle your tongue with his and tasting himself in your mouth.
Steve's still painfully hard, but he could kiss you all night long. He wants to touch you but he's not sure where to put his hands, finally resting them on your shoulders and pulling you closer. Steve thinks you're about to straddle his lap and he's wondering how he'll control himself with that when you suddenly giggle and pull away from Steve's mouth and he opens his eyes.
Bucky's behind you, his hands smoothing over your skin, his mouth pressing open, wet kisses along the skin on your back and shoulders. "Sorry, sugar," he murmurs into your skin, his nimble fingers pulling the straps down your arms, "I couldn't wait to touch you."
"Bucky," you try to scold, but your voice is light and amused, "you have to be patient. Steve's first, remember?"
Steve watches as Bucky strips you, his eyes following Bucky's hands and breathing hard at every curve revealed to him. Bucky cups your breasts and teases your nipples with his thumbs as you lean your head back on his shoulder, closing your eyes in pleasure. "Bucky," you whine, "you're being bad."
"You love it," he chuckles in your ear, and Steve watches as Bucky slides a hand down to feel you between your legs. "Stevie, she's so wet for us," Bucky licks his lips and winks at his best friend. "Told ya you'd have a good time tonight."
Steve laughs, nervously. Part of him still can't believe he's here, that Bucky would share you with him and give him this experience. But then you're slapping Bucky's hands away with a soft, "behave," and pulling on his dog tags to bring him in for a rough kiss that has Bucky's hands wandering again. "Patience," you breathe out when you break away again. Bucky grins and kisses your forehead before helping you to your feet and extending a hand to Steve as well.
"The lady says you're first, pal," Bucky teases, and you pull Steve to your bed as Bucky follows.
"Why don't you lay down on your back," you tell Steve, pushing him back gently. "I'll take care of you, remember?"
Steve nods, his heart racing. He lays back on the mattress and watches you rummage in the drawer by your bed. You pull out rubbers - you're a real woman - and you straddle Steve with one in your hand. "Do you know what this is?"
"Yes, ma'am."
You smile, and lean over to kiss him, and Steve shivers at the feeling of your bare skin against his. You're so warm and wet between your legs and Steve can't believe this is really happening. "Do you trust me?" You ask, whispering into his ear.
"Yes!" Steve answers quickly, nodding when you sit up and take him in hand, rolling the rubber on and soothing him when he hisses at how sensitive he is. Then you're hovering over him, lining him up and sinking down - and oh shit Bucky was right.
Heaven. Like walking into heaven.
Steve lets his hands slide up your body as you roll your hips, touching all those valleys and curves he watched Bucky touch. He's drinking in your sounds and moans and he's loud too, he can't help it with how good you're making him feel. He fights to keep his eyes open and watch you above him, but he's falling fast and he can't stop himself. "I'm - I can't stop -" he stutters out, biting his lip, and you lean down to hold his hands and rock against him harder.
"You don't have to stop," you tell him, breathing hard, "I want you to feel good, Steve."
You're squeezing him inside you and he can't hold back, filling the rubber with a loud shout. You slow your movements, riding out his orgasm, and you kiss him hard before rolling off to lay on the bed next to him.
Steve's quiet, staring at the ceiling with a grin on his face, and you giggle and curl into his side. He's almost forgotten about Bucky - until he appears at the foot of the bed, rubber already rolled on and pulling at your ankle impatiently.
"Hope you had fun, punk, but now it's my turn."
You laugh, and move to your hands and knees, winking at Bucky over your shoulder before turning your gaze back to Steve.
"Should I go?" Steve asks, unsure, and you shake your head, balancing yourself to reach for his hand.
"No, sweet boy, you stay right there, and if you want to play more we can, but -" your voice is cut off by your moan as Bucky's pushes inside you, his hands gripping your hips. He leans over to brush a kiss to your shoulder before starting a quick and rough pace.
"But it's my turn now," Bucky groans out the words, jaw clenched and lips bitten. His dog tags bounce as he thrusts into you, and you - you're a vision, fists clutching the blanket, back arched, breasts bouncing and when you open your eyes you smile at Steve.
Steve's eyes are wide and he can't stop watching. He can't believe it but he feels himself starting to stir again, and he hurriedly removes and ties off the rubber, tossing it on the floor in a daze. Not like you care where he throws it, because the headboard's banging against the wall now with how hard and fast Bucky is fucking you.
"Can't get enough of you, you know that," Bucky's muttering, and your head falls to the mattress, moaning in response. "Dreaming about you, about fucking you everywhere, getting my head up your skirt and not caring who sees."
Steve can't believe the words coming out of Bucky's mouth, and the wild look in his eyes. Then those eyes drift to him, and Bucky grins, letting go of your hips for a moment to push his hair out of his eyes.
"You like this, Stevie? You like sharing a girl?"
Steve nods, too stunned to speak, and wraps his hand around his cock, stroking as he watches. He's not sure what he wants, but he wants more and he can't stop watching you, or Bucky.
You wail, something's happened and Steve's not sure what. Bucky pulls out of you and rolls you over and your head lands close to Steve's shoulder. You look up at Steve and smile, your eyes glassy and unfocused. Bucky crawls over you and licks a drop of sweat from between your breasts and you whimper. "Gonna cum for me again, baby?" Bucky asks you, softer now.
"Yeah, want more, Buck. Need more." Your voice is rough, and the slight begging tone shoots straight to Steve's cock.
Bucky grins, charming and roguish, and leans down to kiss you before sitting up and positioning himself between your legs again. Steve is mesmerized as he watches Bucky slide inside you again, watches the way Bucky's eyes roll back at the feel of you and watches how your chest rises and falls with the effort to breathe. Steve syncs his strokes with Bucky's thrusts into you, steady but longer this time, dragging in and out of you and making you moan.
You look up at Steve and then back at Bucky, and he understands what you want.
"Touch our girl, Stevie," Bucky says, nodding to him. "Let's make her feel good, huh?"
Steve nods, rolling on his side and figuring as long as he has permission he'll do what he's wanted to all night long. He lowers his head to your breast and sucks your nipple into his mouth, his hand keeping a steady pace over his hardening cock as your whimpers drive him faster and faster. His tongue flicks around you and Bucky suddenly groans.
"She's squeezing me, Stevie, she likes that," he encourages, and Steve lifts his head before moving to the other breast and sees Bucky wet his thumb in his mouth and then start rubbing you on a spot between your legs. You lurch up, back arched, and Steve files that away to ask Bucky about later.
"Bucky! Steve!" You're crying their names, and Bucky speeds up.
"Cum for us, darlin'," he demands, low and husky. "I'm right there with you. Look at Steve, he's gonna paint you up all pretty."
Steve looks at Bucky, and then down at his own hand flying over his cock, and he realizes what Bucky's saying. Is he - is that what he's supposed to do? You're wailing again, eyes closed and mouth open, and Steve shouts, his mess covering your breasts.
"Fuck..." Bucky swears, and thrusts into you twice more before he cums into rubber, pulling out of you slowly and collapsing onto the bed on your other side.
Steve watches you and Bucky, stunned silent. Your eyes open slowly and you look up at Steve, and you start giggling.
"You should see your face right now, Steve. Are you okay?"
Bucky looks over, and snorts. "Punk can't believe his good luck."
Steve smiles at you, sheepish. "Yeah, something like that, I guess."
You lift your hand, cupping Steve's cheek. "Was it a good first time, baby?"
Steve holds his hand on yours, moving to press a kiss to your palm. "Yes."
Bucky removes and ties off his rubber and looks over at Steve. "Do me a favor, grab a cloth from over there," he points, "and help me clean up our girl. She takes care of us, and we take care of her."
You move your other hand to Bucky's cheek, smiling up at him. "You were right. This was a really good idea."
For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Candy Hearts Club - Day 1 - I chose the prompt "cutie pie" and we're back with everyone's favorite cutie pie, College!Sub!Bucky...this begins directly after Part 3.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Bucky’s praise kink.
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Bucky gave you one last kiss and left the room, leaving you to flop back on the bed and think about everything you'd just done, in this bed and in your own.
You hold his cheek, pulling him to you for a kiss. "You're cute."
That blush again, it's your weakness. "You're beautiful."
Now it's your turn to lower your head, giving him a little grin. "Did I teach you to be this charming?"
"That's a God given talent, ma'am," he teases.
Smiling at the ceiling, you blow out the breath you didn't know you were holding and sit up, straightening your clothes again before standing and checking your reflection in the mirror. Biting back the satisfied grin unsuccessfully, you head downstairs and follow the noise to the beer pong game that Steve was so insistent on Bucky joining. You watch for a bit, still smiling as you watch Steve and Bucky sink shot after shot into the opposing teams cups, gleeful cheers and high fives abounding.
Steve is coaching Bucky before he takes his final shot when you sidle up beside them, giving Steve a little nod in greeting.
"Gonna be my good luck charm?" Bucky whispers.
"You don't need luck," you answer, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "I know you can do it because you're such a good boy." Bucky's hand grips the plastic ping pong ball, his eyes closing for a moment and you can feel the shiver the runs down his back. You slide your hand into the back pocket of his jeans, ignoring Steve's wide eyes. "Go ahead, honey. Make me proud."
Bucky takes in a long, shaky breath, aiming for the last cup and letting the shot fly. The ball lands in the cup with a splash of beer, a roar erupting from the giddy crowd. Steve claps Bucky on his shoulder but Bucky's already winding his arms around your waist and kissing you, before either of you can even think about the consequences. Coming up for air, you giggle when Bucky looks around, the "oops" expression on his face priceless.
"That's my cutie pie," you tease, patting his cheek with your hand. That delicious blush that makes you weak covers his cheekbones, and you lean forward to kiss him quickly one more time before walking away, finding your roommate standing at the bar. You playfully tip your finger under her chin, closing her open mouth for her, before grabbing a tequila shot from the tray.
"To answer your question," you purr, bringing back your discussion from this afternoon, "Bucky Barnes is mine."
hi can you please write bucky x reader where the reader sees bucky with a black suit and she just gets really turned on by him and you know....
Sure can 😏
Warnings: language, lust, vague pre-smut (if you will) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always.
"Doll?"
You shake your head to clear it, comically. "Yes?"
He smirks. "You feeling okay?"
"Yes, yes, of course." You check your gun and ammunition, doing your best to ignore his hands - that damn metal hand that you can't stop thinking about - as he does the same. You're about to go out into the unknown, and you need to be at the top of your game, focused and - oh fuck - now his arms slide in the sleeves of the suit jacket, the fabric hugging the muscles on both arms and you snap your jaw shut before you drool on the floor.
Utterly distracted, you don't even realize your full leg is on display up to the top of your thigh as you check the knife in your holster until you look at Bucky, the unintelligible noise escaping his mouth catching your attention. His eyes dart away, and you straighten your dress and secure the rest of your weapons, both of you sneaking glances at each other until Sam walks in.
"Ready?"
"YES."
You and Bucky share another glance and quickly look away after answering in unison.
If Sam senses the tension in the air, he doesn't draw attention to it.
It's not until after the successful mission, with that metal hand holding your thigh and your hands fisted in the collar of that black jacket as Bucky holds you up against the wall, that you're able to give voice to your desires.
"Please - just fuck me already, Barnes."
"Tired of just fucking me with your eyes, doll?"
"Don't tease," you murmur, biting his lip and giggling at his hiss, "and don't pretend you haven't been doing the same."
He holds eye contact, pushing up your dress and you work to free him from his pants. "This is probably a bad idea."
His first touch to your bare core makes you whimper. "Feels like a good idea to me, Buck. We're just...very friendly coworkers."
