Summary: Tension between you grows as your secret relationship adds a thrill to your pre-show warm-up. You and Bucky, the band's bassist and drummer, steal a passionate, heated moment backstage.
Warning: Explicit Sexual Content- Under 18s DNI. Public Sex. Exhibitionism.
Word Count: 1303
The Tour Setlist | Support: Ko-FI
Edit A/N: This is now a stand alone. It did not get picked up from Prologue Season this time round 🥺🫣 Hopefully these two make a comeback.
A/N: Oh look another prologue for 'Prologue Season'. This one is just pure smut, I won't lie. Also, the tour setlist is all 5 Seconds of Summer songs, that’s the kinda vibe I have for the band. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B
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Lost beneath the muffled roar of the crowd, the door of your dressing room slammed behind you. Imagining the pulsing light, thundering bass, and the crowd screaming, you became high on adrenaline. But now, your mind was elsewhere as Bucky was already on you.
Grabbing your waist, he pulled you into him before you could say a word. As he pressed you against the door, your skirt rode up and his lips crashed down on yours. You moaned into his mouth, and your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt.
“Fuck baby, you look good,” Bucky growls against your lips while sliding a hand under your skirt, his fingers brushing the waistband of your pants.
With a smirk, you pushed back against him. “You like the pink Docs, huh?” you teased, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his hip. Your thigh pressed against the bulge in his jeans.
He grunts, curving his lips into a grin as his other hand trails higher up your thigh. “You know I do.”
You deliberately picked out tonight’s outfit– a black skater skirt, a ripped band tee from his favorite band, and the bubblegum pink Doc Martens that always drove him crazy. When you put it on, you knew exactly what you were doing. And so did he. Bucky never could resist when you dressed like this.
Tugging his hair, you pulled him into another kiss, only messier this time. Your tongues slide against each other, and his rough, calloused hands cupped your ass. He dug his fingers into your skin causing a gasp to escape your lips.
“We don’t have time,” you whispered, trying to convince yourself more than him as your hips ground against him, the heat pooling between your legs. He was hard and insistent, and it only made the need for him burn hotter within you.
“We’ll make time,” he smirked, pushing your pants aside and sliding two fingers between your folds. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he felt your wetness. The anticipation for this exact moment had built up since the second you stepped into the dressing room. As his lips found your neck, he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow and delicate circles, making your head fall back against the door.
You tried to stay quiet, biting your lip, but it was impossible as he slid inside you, curling just right. You gripped onto his shoulders, digging your nails into the skin that was slightly exposed as he moved his hand faster. You struggled to stay on your feet as his teeth grazed against your skin, biting down lightly.
“Buck–” you breathed, barely able to form words as his fingers moved relentlessly. “I’m gonna–”
Just then, a knock on the door came, moments before you were about to lose it.
“We don’t want to know what’s going on in there, but you better wrap it up!” Sam’s voice echoed through the door, soon followed by Steve’s laugh.
Bucky grinned against your neck, refusing to stop. His fingers pumped faster into you, his thumb rubbed harder against your clit, and the moans, loud enough to make you blush, slip from your lips. Bucky slaps a hand over your mouth, your eyes grow wide staring up at him, but the bastard just smirks as he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“You wanna finish for me, baby?” His voice was taunting, sending a fresh wave of arousal through you. “Don’t hold back. Come for me, right now.”
His fingers pushed you over the edge, and you tried to keep quiet as your body began to tremble with the orgasm ripping through you. You bit down hard on the hand muffling your cries, and your legs shook as the pleasure washed over you in hot, pulsing waves. Bucky’s eyes locked on yours, he watched every second as his expression switched to one more dark and possessive. He slowed his movements, drawing out every last bit of your release.
He pulled his fingers out and began undoing his belt, and before you could catch your breath, he yanked his jeans down just enough to free himself. The sight of him made your already tingling body shiver.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his rough voice leaving no room for argument.
Doing as he said, you turned using your hands to brace against the door. He hiked your skirt up around your hips as he tore open a condom. Then, in one swift movement, he was inside you, slamming into you with one hard thrust. You gasped, digging your nails into the wood of the door.
“You feel so good, baby,” he groaned, gripping your hips as started to move, fast and rough. Desperate for more of him, you pushed back against him as your cheek pressed against the door to try and keep quiet. The wetness between your legs, his body slapping against yours, and the sounds of the distant roar of the crowd, all blurred together in the haze of heat.
You could barely keep up with Bucky’s brutal pace, your body pinned against the door as he fucked you like he couldn’t get enough. He tightened his grip on your hips, digging fingers into your skin, bound to leave bruising, but you didn’t care. You wanted it– needed it.
Sam and Steve were talking outside, but it was just noise to you, backgrounding the way Bucky’s cock filled you, stretched you, and made you see the stars with each thrust. Your body coiled tight, as you were ready to snap.
“I’m close, Bucky,” you pant, pushing back, desperate to reach another high.
“Oh yeah? You wanna come again, baby?” he groaned, leaning over you and slipping a hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in rough, tight circles. “Do it. Come for me.”
That was all you needed.
You cried out, your second orgasm hitting you like a freight train. The pleasure tore through you, nails scratching against the door as you rode out the wave, your body shaking. Bucky thrust harder, faster, his movement becoming erratic as he chased his own release. It wasn’t long before you felt him tense behind you, and a low rumbling came from his chest as he slammed into you once last time, spilling into the condom as his cock twitched against you.
The air in the room was thick with the smell of sex, and for a short moment, it was just the two of you, panting and tangled together. You tried to steady your breathing while he rested his forehead against your back.
But then, another knock. Only this time, louder.
“I swear to god if you’re still in there–” It was Steve’s voice this time, it was clear he was running out of patience.
You glanced back at Bucky, and despite everything, you both burst into laughter. After pulling out of you, he quickly disposed of the condom as you fixed your skirt, and smoothed out your hair with shaky hands. Your heart continued to race, the rush of what happened left you feeling exhilarated, and more alive than ever.
Bucky gave you a playful smack on the ass as he opened the door, smirking toward Sam and Steve. “Relax, we’re ready.”
“You two are going to be the death of me,” Steve crossed his arms, giving you both his disapproving look. Sam just shook his head, a grin plastered across his face.
You couldn’t help but blush as Bucky shrugged unapologetically. Grabbing your bass, the familiar weight grounded you as you slung it over your shoulder. Bucky walked beside you as the four of you moved toward the stage, excitement from the crowds vibrated through the walls. But, all you could think about was the way his hand gently brushed against yours, your little secret still burning between you.
Hey! Im looking for a fic with drummer Bucky? He had a little girl with the reader but he was an absent father and one day he decides to visit and they kinda like lets try it again? She also said ‘Bring one of your shirts Bucky she misses your smell’
okay so i do know of the fic you are talking about but i can't find it. I actually read this a couple of months ago (it maybe almost a year) and it seems to have disappeared.
For those who need more info, reader and their kid goes to one of the shows after bucky invited them. There is a scene where bucky said he misses her or something and the reader is like you dont seem to miss me when you have all those women with you every week.
warnings: enemies to lovers, sexual themes, toxic behaviour, swearing, toxic media
masterlist (false god)
is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending, with all these nights we're spending. up on the roof with a school girl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups, say you fancy me, not fancy stuff, baby, all at once, this is enough ...
6 YEARS AGO
The band sat in front of their label, their song being played to everyone from publicist to the executives. This should sound like the best thing to him, everyone was pleased, they were going forward with recording a whole album with a fantastic team behind him; but all Bucky could think about through the daze of everyone happy at the success was that this was not their song. It was not theirs yet all their names were credited as writers and composers while she was nowhere to be found. He smiled through everyone congratulating him, standing behind as his bandmates left, only the label executive remaining.
- You guys are gonna be big. - he waved his finger around, with a smile that he’d later learn meant a good deal.
- Her name is not here. - he put the papers down in the table.
- Whose name?
- My girlfriend. The one who wrote this song.
The label executive smirked, pushing a chair and pointing at it. Bucky looked a him, seating before his chair was pushing forward and the man was awfully close to him. Perhaps Bucky should know better than to question industry titan, Maxwell. But it didn’t matter, he was promised her name was gonna be there, he was promised she was gonna get the credit. It was her song, not his or his band’s.
- People like originality, they like thinking their band wrote the songs they love.
- But we did write songs, four of them.
- No female is ever remembered for writing a rock song. They’re rock muses, not rock gods. So, if you wanna be anything in this industry, then I suggest you throw away that holier than thou attitude and play the role you’re supposed to play. After all, this is all you ever wanted isn’t it?
It was all he ever wanted. Ever since he remembered it, ever since he learned to play the drums. He wanted to be big, he wanted to be respected and now the opportunity was right in his face and he was faltering. He didn’t want to run over Y/N; he wouldn’t lie and say if he was someone else he wouldn’t, because he would, he just didn’t want it to be Y/N. He walked back home thinking of those words. What should he do? What should he do that wouldn’t hurt her? As he opened the door she came into his field of view holding a small cake with a sparkler.
- I called the receptionist and they said it was a good meeting. - she smiled while holding the cake. - So I baked you a congratulations cake.
- Princess ...
- Don’t worry. I made it myself so it won’t come out of our monthly budget. - she held his hand and pulled him further into the home and to the dinning table where she placed the cake. - What’s wrong?
He couldn’t tell her, not when she looked like that, so happy, so supportive. Heck, she’d even made a cake and she barely had time to herself much less to bake him a cake yet here it was, his favourite cake in front of him. He couldn’t do this to her, he couldn’t do this to her.
- Nothing. - he forced a smile, pulling her to his lap. - I love you.
- I love you too, Jamie. I’m so proud of you. - she wrapped her arms around him. - I just know you’ll be the best.
- I love you. - he repeated, hoping it would remain marked in her brain. That she wouldn’t forget it. - Love of my life.
PRESENT
Y/N had been stuck in his couch, with her phone on speaker listening to everyone yell measurement tactics to contain a problem which was not of her doing. He was trying not to drop in on her conversation, he knew it was up to her and her team but he starting to get mad at the suggestions. There was a bit of everything, from admitting the relationship was a youth mistake, to denying it was a relationship and they were friends and even to go on a talk show and have her face many of the people who had been slut shaming her for the past hour alone. He hit his head against the table, attempting to remember anything or anyone that could’ve gotten to the photos. It couldn’t have been his cleaning lady, she didn’t go in his bedroom at all, yet he had so many people from his team and his friend group.
- I have to go. - he got up from the table abruptly as she finished her call. - I’ll be back in an hour or so.
- Where are you going?
- Just need to sort out some stuff, princess. I promise I’ll be back, okay?
- But what if someone comes here?
- No one will come here, I promise.
She nodded yet her eyes never left his as he made it out of his home; however, his mind was miles fast, moving through each train of thought and skipping to the next one. He was always hectic, but now it felt like everything was crashing against everything. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting the swarm of photographers outside that were yelling things he’d read about himself before. Photo flashes blinded and bothered him; yet the worse was to come was once he took a step towards the curb he heard something which had his blood boil.
- She looks like she puts out.
He stopped in his tracks and took off his sunglasses, before his hand reached for the camera and threw it to the ground. The man complained, hurling insults at him but Bucky had other things to do, he had other people to confront and as he knocked on the door of the person he wanted to see, all he could think about was her. His Y/N that never did anything wrong, that always supported him, being treated like this. As the person opened the door, he pulled his fist back before crashing it against his face. Aaron went flying backwards into his flat as Bucky further walked into the flat.
- Fuck, dude, are you high? - Aaron rubbed his nose.
- You fucking leaked those polaroids?! You piece of shit! - he yelled out.
- It’s good publicity.
- SHE’S NOT FUCKING PUBLICITY. - he kept walking towards him as Aaron cowered, crawling behind and away from the angry drummer.
- You’re being ridiculous, dude. C’mon, it’s just a joke.
- You’re fucking dead to me.
- Buck, c’mon. - he cowered once more as Bucky towered over him. - If you hurt me I’ll tell the press.
- I won’t hurt you, you fucking rat. I’ll be your worse nightmare.
Bucky snickered, turning on his back to walk back to his home. Y/N was there and he needed to protect her, he needed to ensure she was alright, he needed to make sure they didn’t hurt her any more. He needed to shield her.
- She’s not gonna take you back! - Aaron spoke out just as Bucky reached the door. - Girls like her don’t go for people like you.
(...)
Y/N sighed, her phone on FaceTime as the label publicists came up with the weirdest of excuses to explain a few polaroids which barely depicted their relationship. She could think of way dirtier stuff which could’ve been leaked and done way more damage, yet it were a few polaroids that had brought down her imagine. It shouldn’t matter who she dated, it wasn’t who she was and she was not ashamed of having dated Bucky. He had been good to her, why should she be ashamed?
- We need to clean up her image. - one of the labels pipped up. - Maybe a relationship with someone else or maybe a new tour.
- No. - she interrupted them. - I, I really have to go,
She ignored all the complaining, merely turning the call and her phone off. She paced around the big home, her blood boiling as she felt like she needed to explode. She always had the words after the conversation was over and they were begging to come out. She scratched the back of her neck, her leg shaking as she moved through the house looking for some paper. She found a napkin and a sharpie and all those words translated into lyrics. She put her pen cap to her lip, looking at what was much different than sad ballads and love songs. This was angry, this was something Bucky and his band would record.
- Princess? - Bucky opened the door. - Where are you?
- Kitchen! - she yelled from the kitchen, continuing her writing onto the napkin.
- What are you doing?
- Writing.
- On a napkin?
- I considered writing on my hand. - she replied. - But last time I did that, I had it marked on my face for a week.
Bucky smiled at the mere idea of it, it had happened before after all. She used to write shopping lists in her hand and once had the words eggs and flours marked on her cheek. Yet, no matter how much those memories kept creeping into her mind, Aaron’s words were there as well. He needed to tell her who it was, he needed to tell her it was his fault. Of course it was his fault, he should’ve kept the polaroids in a vault. Fucking shoe box, like an idiot. How come he kept screwing up with her? What was wrong with him?
- What are you thinking about?
- Excuse me?
- You always make that face when you’re overthinking. - she leaned onto the counter. - Therefore, what are you thinking about?
- I’m not thinking of anything, Y/N.
She sighed, her eyes darting from his to the side before darting back at him. He feared there was an argument brewing and that was the last thing he wanted. He didn’t want to fight her, not when it was his fault that those photos were out and he couldn’t even say it. He couldn’t see the disappointment in her face, he just couldn’t. Perhaps it was more of an automated response than a thought one, but he made a bee line towards his room, locking the door behind him. He couldn’t bare to tell her, to see the disappointment of him yet again ruining and disrupting her life. Y/N’s heart dropped as she rushed after him.
- Bucky, open the door. - the hit her fist against the door. - Bucky, please open the door.
- I just need some time, Y/N.
- Please open the door. - her fist unbuckled, her hand against the soft wood of the door along with her cheek. - Please, James. I can’t do this by myself. Please.
- I know who leaked those photos. - she heard his voice once more through the door. - And it was my fault.
- Open the door, James. Please talk to me. You’re the only other person who can even understand what this is like ... I can’t do it by myself.
Her hand remained flat against the door as she opened to hear the sound of an unlocking door, but instead all she was met with was silence.
- James, please. Talk to me. - she begged once more. - You weren’t there before, please be here now. I need you, I really do.
She wasn’t met with anything but silence. She leaned her head against the door, staring at the ceiling of the house which brought her a sense of deja vu, like she had been here before. From the other side of the door, he too was going through his own deja vu. He’d been here before, hiding from what she’d look like once he disappointed her. He’d done it before and he’d apologised for something he was doing once more. No.
The door unlocked and she turned around, still sat on the floor to wrap her arms around him. It took him by surprise, the softness of her clothing against him as she held onto him for dear life.
- You know me. - she looked up at him. - And I know you. I know you wouldn’t do this, it’s not you.
- One of my friends did it. We... I had a stupid fight with him and I don’t know. Retaliation? Fuck knows. I just ... I love you.
Sam, after explaining exactly what it entailed to be pararescue, was fixed in Bucky’s mind as only slightly less of an adrenaline junkie than Steve by the sounds of it. “Shoulda heard them all hollering,” Sam laughed, “Cap here launched himself down on top of the grenade after the Colonel tossed it in as a test.”
Bucky blinked and shook his head slightly.
“What do you mean, the grenade?”
Across the table, Steve took a long, slow drink from his pint glass, averting his eyes from the glare that was coming directly toward him from across the table.
a/n: The below drabble is based on @sapphirescrolls drummer!Bucky:🥁🥁 Buck Nasty
Rockstar!AU Friends Masterlist 🥁🎶🎸
Pairings: toxic/dark rockstar Bucky x toxic Reader
Warning: 18+, toxic couple, mutual cheating, manhandling, misuse of drumsticks
Word Count: under 500
You were never a delicate person, impulsive and mouthy were your foundational characteristics. So your boyfriend, Buck Nasty, shouldn’t have been surprised that you’d fight back when seeing him zip up his fly when leaving the music studio’s bathroom with Sam’s current bedwarmer.
“You fucking whore!” you venomously spat down the gold record-ladened hallway.
“Hey!” Wilson’s flavor of the week cried in defense.
“Not you,” your eyes never leaving that shirtless asshole with the gold tooth smirk. “You.”
Before he could bother to regurgitate an excuse, you charged down the hallway and threw a set of drumsticks at him.
“You ask me to come down here- on my day off- and bring those special fucking sticks with me,” you seethed. “But you can’t bother to keep your own stick in your pants until I’m gone?!”
With your rage focused on the tattooed douchebag, Sam’s temporary girl saw an opportunity to escape and took it. Too afraid to redraw your attention, she didn’t bother retrieving her panties from Buck’s back pocket.
With all the confidence of an innocent man, Buck lightly rubbed his leg that one of the sticks hit and collected his property off the floor, “You bring my lunch order along with that pissy attitude of yours?”
Fucking musicians.
“Have fun playing alone with that wood, little drummer boy. At least Steve knows how to pound my pussy.”
Your reign of verbal glory was cut short when the tip of a drumstick was pushed harshly up against the bottom of your chin. The stretch in your neck felt good for a moment until Buck forced it up further.
“Say something like that again and I’ll stuff your mouth with that bitch’s panties while stuffing you from behind,” he threatened, flipping and spinning the drumstick away from your chin.
You tried not to recoil as he moved the sticks down your body, switching sides with every tap along your torso. You squeezed your eyes shut at how slowly he dragged the sticks over your hips, circling them closer to your crotch.
Tracing the sticks along the edge of your panties, he slid them under the lace and lifted the sheer material away from your core. With a hard kiss to your forehead, he used the drumsticks to pull your panties back, making you shudder against him when you felt the elastic snap against your skin.
“Does my kitty wanna cream?” Buck chortled heatedly in your ear, flicking his wrists and running the drumsticks over your clothed core.
Biting your lip, you stifled a moan when he flipped the hem of your skirt- retracing the edge of your panties with the sticks and sliding them under the lace again.
“Smell so good when you’re like this, kitten,” he whispered, watching his special drumsticks disappear back under your panties.
Rolling the smooth sticks over your slit, his eyes never left the lacy design ripple and stretch above the drumsticks, “Smear that good luck on them for me, baby.”
Okay. First smut fic in a very long time. It might suck, but I’m going to try really hard to make it not suck.
Ft. fem reader and rockstar!bucky. I feel like this is absolutely going to become an AU, so it’ll get it’s own header on my masterlist!!
Warnings: dirty talk, nickname (kitten), grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, somehow also a degradation kink, Bucky is obsessed with Readers innocence, minors dni
You rolled your eyes in disgust as you heard moaning coming from Bucky’s dressing room.
Again.
God, he was literally insatiable. It seemed like every show, he was pulling some girl backstage, kissing messily in the hallway as the rest of the crew worked around him and then inevitably the girl would end up in his dressing room or his bunk in the bus, which, literally made no sense considering how muscular he was. Those bunks were so small. But the girls would never stay for long, and then you would get the fun job of escorting her back to the audience, with her calling “call me!” to Bucky and Bucky already forgetting her name.
You leaned on the wall, sighing a little as you heard her moaning again and Bucky’s short grunts. God. If he wasn’t so infuriating, he might even be hot.
Oh, who were you kidding. He was hot. Six foot three, at least, insane arm muscles from the hours upon hours of playing drums, long curly brown hair and tattoos that curled around his body, Bucky Barnes was everyone’s ideal bad boy. On top of the fact that you had heard from the people on the crew that he had been with that he was… very well endowed.
Natasha from lighting told you that he was more skilled with his fingers than a drummer should be, and that she was having trouble walking for days after her encounter with him. Loki from rigging told you the way he used his tongue on them was “magical” and that they had trouble finding someone who could live up to that. Steve from audio told you that he could find your weaknesses almost immediately and that he had “never been with someone who made him cum so many times”. Which would have grossed you out, honestly, if you weren’t so impressed.
The door opened and you pushed yourself off the wall, as the girl pulled her jacket over her shoulders, blushing as she saw you. Bucky leaned on the doorframe and smirked at her.
“You’ll call me next time you’re in town, right?” She asked, giggling at him a little. Your nose wrinkled a little as you smelled the weed on her, and you rolled your eyes.
“Sure thing, doll.” He nodded. You cleared your throat.
“This way, hon, the show’s about to start,” you said softly and walked off with her. You gently pushed her through the curtain and security walked her to her seat. You turned and sighed softly and bumped into Bucky. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You said quickly pushing yourself off him. He grinned down at you.
“Not a problem, kitten,” he said. You made a face.
“My name is y/n. Not kitten.” You corrected him, and he slowly smirked at you.
“Apologies, kitten.” He said again and you rolled your eyes, walking back toward the side stage. He trailed along behind you.
“You’re the assistant tour manager or something, right?” he asked. “You’re always here late, setting shit up.”
“Yep.” You responded, your eyes on your clipboard as you walked.
“Don’t you ever do anything other than work?” he asked, snatching your clipboard away from you. You turned immediately and he held the clipboard over your head, laughing as you tried to grab it. You punched him in the stomach, thinking he would bend over, and he just laughed more. “You call that a punch?”
“You’re an asshole.” You said, punching your fists to your hips.
“And you’re short. Didn’t know we were saying obvious things,” he responded. You both glanced over at the stage as you heard the stage manager call out that there were five minutes left until show time. Bucky brought down the clipboard and you snatched it from his hand.
“Break a leg.” You said to him. “Literally.” You turned walking away, shivering as you felt Bucky’s gaze on you.
******
You sighed softly as you walked through the venue later that night, after the show was finished. The band had only one more show in this building, but there had been consistent problems with the haze machines setting off the fire detectors. Which by definition was not supposed to happen, since the haze mix was water based. You assumed that the haze tech had just ordered whatever was cheapest and you wanted to double check that the machines were working properly. As you pushed the door open, you heard drums from the stage and swore to yourself. Of course, Bucky was here. This night couldn’t get worse.
You walked backstage and fiddled around with the machines, sighing as you did. The haze tech had ended up screwing up one of the machines with a mix of different hazes, so of course it was your job to fix it now. The tour manager didn’t want to spend extra money, and you had been touring since you were a kid, your parents both a huge part of the industry.
“Didn’t know you were here,” you heard and looked up as Bucky walked backstage, twirling his drumsticks, grinning at you. You rolled your eyes.
“Someone has to clean up after everyone’s messes.” You responded.
“Mmm.” He grinned and leaned on the road case next to you. “You’re the one that helps with the girls, aren’t you?” he asked, and your cheeks flushed red as you worked. You didn’t look up at him, refusing to let him see you blush.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for that.” Bucky said. “They get clingy after a while.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yes, we’ve established that.” Bucky grinned.
“I don’t want to hear about your fucking sex addiction right now, Barnes. I’m trying to fix this haze machine.” You said finally looking up at him.
“Oh, I’ll be real, its not an addiction. I’m just very into sex, and I enjoy it.” He grinned. “Don’t you enjoy it?”
“I’m not talking about sex with you.” You said and looked down at the machine.
“Oh, come on. That’s gonna make me think you’re a virgin.” He chuckled and you didn’t reply. “Wait… no way. You’re actually a virgin?” he asked. You rolled your eyes.
“My sex life is none of your business.” You said, your voice shaking a little nervously.
“So, you are a virgin.” He responded, grinning. He hopped onto the road case, swinging his legs. “How have you been on the road this long without at the very least getting head?”
“Oh my God.” You mumbled, your face blushing bright red. “You’re such an—”
“Asshole, yeah, it’s on my resume,” Bucky smirked. “You’ve got to have thought about it. I mean. It can’t be easy, hearing me fuck nearly everyone on this tour—”
“You’re such an arrogant asshole, not everyone wants to—”
“Yeah, but you do,” Bucky cut you off. “I’ve seen how you look at the girls that leave my room. You’re jealous, aren’t you, kitten?”
“Don’t call me that.” You said, shivering just a little. Unfortunately, Bucky noticed.
“You are jealous,” he said grinning and sliding off the road case, moving toward you. “You’ve probably touched yourself to hearing me with those other people, haven’t you kitten?” You backed away, shaking a little.
“Bucky--“
“Now don’t lie to me kitten,” he said smirking as you bumped into another road case. He placed a hand on either side of you and grinned down at you. “How long have you wanted to kiss me, kitten?” he asked, and you whimpered a little at the nickname.
“I…” you stammered out as you felt his calloused fingers drift down the skin of your arm. “Bucky…”
“So, a while,” he chuckled softly, leaning so his lips brushed across your neck. “If you don’t want this, tell me. I’m an asshole, not a jerk.” He said grinning a little. You bit your lip, looking up at him. In truth, he was right. You had wanted this for so long. You had held off, not wanting to be that girl that slept with the drummer, that slept with people to get ahead. But let’s be real—Bucky had slept with half the crew already—not just women, but men too, and non-binary people. You wouldn’t get looked down on at all, and if anyone did, they’d be looking down on themselves as well.
“Kiss me,” you said softly and a second later you felt Bucky’s lips crash against yours in a fevered kiss as he lifted you effortlessly onto the road case. Your legs wrapped around his hips automatically as he gripped your hips tightly. You slipped your fingers through his hair, shivering as you heard a groan fall from his lips as you tugged gently. He pulled away from your mouth, kissing down your neck, worshiping the area where your jaw met your neck. “Don’t leave a mark—” you gasped out, your face burning and he smirked at you.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled, and you felt a wetness pool between your thighs as he growled at you. You whimpered as you felt his teeth work at your skin, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you moaned, pushing your hips into his. “God, you’re so needy for me, aren’t you, kitten?” he purred into your ear, one of his hands finding its way up your shirt and pushing it up, exposing your breasts to the cold air. You gasped out his name breathlessly as he pinched and pulled at your nipple. “Such a good, responsive girl, hmm?” he whispered into your ear. “Never had anyone touch you like this, have you? Never had anyone make you feel this good, have you, kitten?”
“No, Bucky, no one,” you breathed out whimpering and arching your back. He slipped his hands down your body, unbuttoning your pants.
“I’m going to take my time with you, kitten,” he smirked, kneeling in front of you as he pulled your pants down past your knees.
“What… What are you…” you panted, watching him, then falling back onto your elbows with a gasp as he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Holy shit” you cried out as he sucked your clit into his mouth, rubbing his finger around your entrance, collecting your slick on his fingers. He slowly pulled away, smirking up at you as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you.
“God, kitten, you’re nearly dripping for me,” he whispered. “You’re so wet for me, kitten, and I’ve barely even done anything.”
“Bucky, please—” you begged.
“I’ll be nice to you this once, kitten, because it’s your first,” he grinned. “Remember that.” He leaned forward again, slipping his tongue into you as you moaned almost immediately, your head falling back as your chest heaved with your heavy breaths. He slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out as you arched up into his hand. “Where is it, kitten, where’s your spot—” he whispered and suddenly you felt a burst of pleasure and you cried out, your hips bucking up.
“Jesus Christ—”
“Just Bucky is fine,” he smirked, and any other time you would have punched him in the arm, but he added another finger and oh fuck he was hitting that spot again, and everything was feeling so good, and he was moaning and sucking on your clit and…and…and…
“Bucky, holy fuck!” you cried out, your back arching as you clenched around his fingers, cumming harder than you ever had before by your own hand or vibrator. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, rising from his knees to kiss you deeply through it as your legs shook. You pulled away, gasping as he slowly pulled his fingers from you. You moaned softly as he licked his fingers, grinning at you.
“God, kitten, you taste so good for me,” he smirked softly and kissed you. You shivered as you tasted yourself on his lips, and he pulled away, tilting your head up, his finger hooked under your chin. “Meet me in my dressing room tomorrow, after load out,” he smirked. “There’s so much more I want to teach you.”
