You trusted Bucky with your life, you've known him, and Steve, since you were kids. Being an only child, Bucky and Steve were like your big brothers. You were all there for each other, even after the war, the serum and Hydra brainwashing, the three of you were always there for one another. At least until you got pregnant.
The guy was a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, later found out to be apart of Hydra, you'd been dating him for nearly two years when you uncovered the truth. You hadn't seen the son of a bitch since D.C. and you didn't care to see him ever again. Steve, although he meant well, gave you a lecture to last a lifetime when you told him. You nearly ripped his head off when he told you how stupid you were being, raising a kid whose father was a no account villain. Bucky, however, let you cry to him that whole week. Got you crackers and ginger ale to settle your stomach, he became your support system throughout your pregnancy. Steve came back around eventually, but Bucky was the one to never leave your side, even held your hand through your eighteen hour labor.
Which is why you trusted him to watch your baby while you ran a few errands.
"Why can't Steve do it?" Bucky asked, looking at Jamie, your baby girl, clinging to your shirt
"Steve's on a mission with the others, and before you ask Sam is off with some new fling this week. C'mon Buck, you've watched her before."
"Yeah, with Steve, and she was asleep for most of the time." Bucky locked eyes with Jamie again, her face just as serious as his "She doesn't even like me."
"What don't be ridiculous, she loves you." you hand her over to Bucky. "See."
Jamie squirmed uncomfortably against Bucky's awkward grip, she whined slightly kicking her feet. Bucky looked to you for help but you were halfway out the door at that point.
"(Y/N) don't you dare-"
"I'll be back in an hour, two at most. Bye my little chunky monkey butt." you cooed at Jamie before rushing out the apartment
Bucky looked down the child in his hands. "Hey."
Jamie's lip quivered, leading to a loud wailing cry. Bucky did everything he'd seen you do with Jamie, bouncing her on his knee, rocking her in his arms, even singing a nursery rhymes. The kid just didn't like him, it wouldn't bother him as much if it wasn't your kid. Strangers he understood because he came across as mencicing and cold, but he didn't know how to handle it if Jamie was never going to like him.
"Come on Jamie, you gotta give me a break." Bucky pleaded
He sat on the floor, Jamie in his lap, still crying even with the toys in front of her. Without any other option, Bucky took his phone out and called Steve.
"What's going on Buck?" Steve's face appeared on the screen "Is that Jamie crying? Is she alright?"
"I don't know, I think she's broken." Bucky held the phone out to get Jamie in the shot. The second she saw Steve her cried subsided to small whimpers.
"Hey kiddo." Steve cooed "Are you giving Uncle Buck a hard time?"
"How are you doing that? How did you get her stop?" Bucky watched Jamie stare at his phone making grabbing motions for Steve
"Maybe if you smiled at her, she likes it when you call her nicknames and make faces." Steve looked off to the distance "I gotta go."
"No no no, you can't leave me with her. I can't do this by myself."
"Sorry Buck, Nat just blew up a tank I gotta go." the called ended, and Jamie's cries started up again
Bucky groaned lifting her up to see her tear stained face.
"You look like your mom when you cry, it's breaking my heart kid." Bucky sighed, watching Jamie kick her chubby little legs "You are a little chunky butt."
Jamie cooed softly, the corner of Bucky's lips lifted slightly.
"Chunky monkey butt." he bounced her against his knee, a soft laugh coming from her. Bucky stuck his tongue out at her, making a funny face, Jamie giggled then proceeded to tug on Bucky's hair, doing her best to catch it in her mouth. Bucky shook his head, more of his hair falling his his face. Jamie played in it, pulling on it tightly and attempting to climb on him.
"Such a cutie, but you know that don't you?" Bucky pulled her back to his lap
"Ba." Jamie pressed her hands to Bucky's face. He continued to make strange baby noises and silly faces, keeping her satisfied until your return
When you did come back, Bucky had Jamie in her high chair eating cheerios, and even sharing a few with him, stuffing them in his face until he ate one.
"You cook just like your mama, yeah you do." Bucky tickled her under her arms, making her giggle again
"Look at you two getting along." you smiled kissing Jamie on her head "Was she much trouble?"
"She's your kid, of course she was, but we came to an understanding. Isn't that right chunky monkey butt."
Jamie squealed, throwing the cereal pieces to the floor.
Request by @marvelhpaprendice: Hi! This may come out of nowere! But i love your Bucky fics! So i have a request to make! Could you do a one shot where Bucky and the reader hate each other (not really hate, like hate with sexual tension beetween them) and one day, as they watch a movie, they feel the tension that they make and just give in to each other? Thank’s!!!!!!
Summary: Your blind date goes wrong and you find yourself watching a movie with Bucky despite how much you two despise each other.
Warnings: Smutty smut, really small angst.
A/N: I did this request right away because the messaged me personally and I honestly forgot about the requests in my asks. I’m going to get to them, I promise. I’ve just been extremely busy with school. I’ll try to work on a few tonight and tomorrow if I have time. Thank you all for being so supportive of my Bucky x Reader fan fictions! I love getting feedback, whether it’s positive or negative, both help me improve my writing and story telling.
“Are you shitting me, Barnes?” You raised your hands in the air in disbelief at the soldier.
“What? All I’m saying is you should change your outfit, it’s a little revealing.” He eyed your skin tight leggings. His eyes rested on your sports bra before meeting your gaze.
“I can wear whatever the fuck I want. Besides, I don’t hear Steve complaining about my training attire.” You pointed at Steve as you argued.
“Did you ever stop to think that he doesn’t hate being in such close proximity to a scandalously dressed woman?” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“Scandalous?” You clenched your fist, ready to take your anger out violently. “I’m wearing workout clothes!”
“(Y/N), let’s just go train.” Steve placed his hand on the small of your back and led you out of the room.
“What the hell is his problem, Steve?” You dug your nails into your palms.
“Sometimes two people just don’t get along.” Steve shrugged. “But I’m sure you two will be friends eventually.”
“He’s such an ass.” You mumbled as you entered the training room.
“He’s been through a lot; he may just not know how to connect with some people.”
“He gets along fine with everyone else!” You swung a punch at Steve and he blocked it.
“Okay, (Y/N).” He laughed. “I know you’re pissed, but wait until we get into the ring.”
“Fine.”
The two of you fought for what seemed like forever. Steve wouldn’t end the session until you had gotten all your anger out. You tried to tell him you had a date, but he wouldn’t let up. Once you told him you had to meet your date in an hour and a half he let you go.
“So, who’re you going on a date with?” Steve asked curiously.
“Don’t know, it’s a blind date. It’s a friend of Sam’s from the military.” You pulled your hair down from your ponytail and started walking to your room.
You showered speedily allowing for more time to do your makeup, hair, and pick out your dress. Your makeup was done with a smokey eye look that accentuated your (e/c) eyes. You thought about lipstick but decided against it. You didn’t it to smear everywhere if the date went well. Despite the intense makeup, you kept your hair simple- loose curls.
You walked to your closet and started pulling out dresses. You couldn’t decide what you wanted to wear; you wanted to look stunning. Then you saw it; you grinned at the sight of your favorite dress.
It was a red, velvet dress with long sleeves and a mock turtle neck. The fabric hugged every one of your curves and had a slit in the side that went up your thigh. You paired it with white heels and studied your appearance in the mirror. You look fucking incredible.
After checking the time and grabbing a white clutch, you headed out of your room. You wanted Sam’s opinion before you left, hoping he’d say his friend would like the outfit.
“Hot damn, (Y/N)!” Sam’s voice boomed in the living room. “You look fucking sexy as all hell!” He laughed as he finished his sentence.
“So, your friend…” You paused, realizing you didn’t know his name.
“Brian.” Sam smirked.
“Brian! So do you think Brian will like the dress?”
“Oh definitely! You’ll drive him crazy with how tight it is.”
“Okay, good.” You blushed at his comment. “Thanks, Sam.”
“You’re wearing that?” Bucky’s voice slithered into your ear.
You turned around to face him. He stood behind you in a tight white teeshirt and grey sweatpants with an empty plate in his hands. He had his brows furrowed together as he looked you over.
“What, don’t like it?” You crossed your arms.
“It’s ugly.” He scoffed as you made an offended face.
“Well, I’m not wearing the damn thing for you. I’m wearing it for Brian.” You pointed your clutch at Bucky as you spoke.
Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically and walked out of the room. You chased after him, not ready to stop arguing. You approached him as he washed his dish in the kitchen sink. You were inches away from him.
“You think my outfit is ugly? What about what you’re wearing, huh?” You pulled at his tee shirt.
“I’m not going out anywhere. You’re going on a first date dressed like you want to get fucked.” He placed his dish on the drying rack.
“Maybe I want to sleep with Brian!” You inched closer.
“You’re a virgin, you’re not going to sleep with some random guy.” He cocked his head at you.
“I’m not a fucking virgin.”
“I’ve seen you flirt, you have to be one. You’re way too awkward.”
“You don’t know even anything about me do you?” Your voice turned quiet, catching Bucky’s attention. “My first love died shortly after we got together. He sacrificed his life for mine when we got captured a few years ago. They wanted information about his boss, neither of us would give in. They said they had to kill one of us to send a message. They left us to decide who was to die. Joel surrendered and offered himself up.” Tears formed behind your eyes and you stormed away.
You touched up your makeup in your pocket sized mirror as you rode in a cab to your date. It was at some Italian restaurant you’d never heard of. You arrived right on time.
A nicely tanned man approached you when you walked through the doors. You were just about to ask him about a man you were meeting when he shook your hand.
“Hey, hi! I’m Brian! Sam showed me a picture of you and holy mother fucking shit, you look amazing.” He scanned your body as he stopped talking.
“Hi, Brian. It’s nice to meet you. As you know, I’m (Y/N).” You adjusted your hair, embarrassed at his reaction to your dress.
“Our table is over here, let’s sit down and eat.” He guided you to a small booth in the back corner.
You talked about your interests and disinterests. You were awkward, but Brian made sure that you weren’t uncomfortable. He had a beautiful smile and lips you wouldn’t mind attached to your own.
You flirted mercilessly with him all throughout dinner. When it came to leave after paying the check, you thought about what Bucky had said and decided to invite Brian over for a movie. He accepted.
Brian found Sam when you arrived at the tower. They hugged and started exchanging information about their recent activities. You thought about interrupting them, but you decided to set the tv up for the movie. Bucky and Steve sat on the couch.
“Hey, Brian and I were thinking about watching a movie, is it alright if we use the tv?” You raised your eyebrows, waiting for a response.
“Of course!” Steve smiled.
“You don’t have to leave or anything, you’re welcome to watch it with us.” Brian cocked an eyebrow as he heard you say that.
“Why would we want to sit here as your date eye fucks you?” Bucky didn’t look away from the tv.
“Bucky!” Steve nudged him.
“He’s not wrong, I’ve been dying to get that dress off of you all night.” Brian walked behind you and whispered in your ear.
Chills went down your spine and you got scared. You didn’t want to sleep with him, at least not yet.
“Told you.” Bucky mumbled under his breath.
“I’d love to have you take this dress off of me! Forget the movie, let’s just go to my room!” You forced a smile and grabbed Brian’s hand. You were going to prove Bucky wrong.
You led him to your room, leaving the other’s with shocked expressions on their faces. You swayed your hips as you walked, making sure to have him watch your ass. You knew he was when he groped it with his free hand.
His lips crashed into yours as you entered your room. His hands laced themselves underneath your dress and he tried to hike it up. He pushed you back onto your bed and started undoing his pants. Anxiety filled you; you were moving at an uncomfortably fast pace and it seemed Brian didn’t care for foreplay. He crawled on top of you as he reached into his boxers.
“Stop.” Your voice came out as a whisper.
“What?” He didn’t stop.
“I said stop.” You made your voice louder.
“What’re you talking about? You just said you wanted to sleep with me.” He sounded annoyed.
“No, I said I wanted you to take this dress off of me. I never said I wanted to sleep with you.” You spoke sassily.
“So, you don’t want my cock inside of you?” He kissed your ear.
“No, I don’t. Now get off of me. I’m not going to ask again.” You gritted your teeth.
“Seriously?” He sat up, adjusting himself as he buttoned his pants.
“You know what, just get out. I’m not really in the mood to hang out with anyone right now.” You brushed your hair out of your face.
“The fuck is wrong with you? You were flirting with me all night!” He was raising his voice.
“Flirting doesn’t mean ‘let’s go have sex’. It mean’s that I like you a little more than I would a friend. Now, I would appreciate it if you would respect my wishes and get out.” You spoke as calmly as you could.
“Fucking Sam setting me up with a teasing bitch.” He mumbled as he left your room.
You sat on your bed in silence for a few minutes, collecting yourself. You slipped your heels off and sighed. You were ashamed of yourself. You felt bad for Brian, you only dragged him to your room to prove a point to Bucky. You groaned and left; you needed a drink.
You grabbed yourself a bottle of wine out of the kitchen and poured yourself a glass. You took a long sip from it as footsteps approached you.
“Couldn’t go through with it, could you?” Of course it was fucking Bucky.
“No.” You spoke through your teeth, annoyed with the metal armed Avenger.
He paused for a few moments. “I’m about to watch Die Hard, Tony recommend it. If you don’t talk through it you’re welcome to join.”
“Die Hard is a pretty great movie.” You muttered into your glass.
You looked up and Bucky was gone. You thought for a few moments, did you want to go back to your room and get drunk, or spend a few hours watching your favorite movie with a man you despised. You groaned and took the bottle and an extra glass into the living room.
“Want some wine?” You held the extra glass up to Bucky as you sat down on the couch.
“No thanks.” He sat at the other end and started the movie. Steve must’ve went upstairs.
Bucky watched the movie intensely. You sat there, realizing he had never seen the movie. He had never heard John McClane’s catch phrase. He had no idea who Alan Rickman was or his character Hans. You smiled at how amused Bucky was at the movie. You laughed and he glared at you.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to mess up your immersion.” You rolled your eyes.
Bucky didn’t respond. He just returned his gaze to the movie. You poured yourself some more wine and enjoyed the buzz it gave you.
“He didn’t do anything to you, did he?” Bucky paused the movie.
“I’m sorry?” You looked over at him.
“I just wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you.” Bucky grumbled, making it hard to understand him.
“I can take care of myself.” You narrowed your eyes.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“No, he didn’t. Now can you press play?” You adjusted your sitting position so your right leg rested on the floor and your left one up on the couch.
“Fine.” The movie started back up.
Bucky stole a glance at you, going back a second time when he realized he could see up your dress. A small amount of your black lace panties could be seen because of how you were sitting. Bucky bit his lip.
“Fuck, I’m out of wine. I should’ve grabbed a full bottle to drink.” You groaned.
“What did I say about talking during the movie?” Bucky paused the movie again.
“Oh what’re you going to do about it?” You flipped your hair at him.
Before you turned your head back towards him he was on top of you. He had his entire body weight on you, holding you down. His lips were inches from yours.
“I’ll switch with Steve and I’ll be the one to train you. I’ll make your life a living hell.” He could feel his breath against your lips.
“Steve wouldn’t agree to that.” You inched closer, your lips grazed his.
“All I have to do is say the word, Steve’s a loyal friend.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he bit his bottom one with his teeth. He groaned before sitting up, allowing you to feel his entire body vibrate. “Let’s just finish the movie in silence.”
“Fine.”
Bucky didn’t return to the other end of the couch. He sat close to you, letting his flesh arm rest against your left one. You put both of your legs on the floor and sighed. You could feel his arm move with each breath he took.
He ran his hand through his hair, resting it on your thigh when he set it down. Warmth spread over your skin under his touch. He started moving his fingers in a circular motion when you didn’t reject his hand.
You felt your heart rate increase as his fingers started moving towards your inner thigh. Your breath hitched when he started pulling your dress up as he moved closer to you pussy. His fingers brushed it and you jumped.
“Everything okay?” Bucky didn’t look away from the tv.
“Fine.” You squeaked the word out embarrassingly. You watched him fight a smirk.
“Then shush.”
“Then move your hand away from my pussy.” You blushed as the words left your mouth.
“Okay.” He moved his hand to his lap.
Five minutes passed and you ached for him to touch you. You fought with yourself internally about your feelings. You hated Barnes for the way he acted towards you, but god did you ache for him to return his hand to your pussy.
You glanced over at him, and saw how handsome he really was. His gorgeous blue eyes were concentrating on the movie while his muscular chest moved up and down. His muscles tensed as he cracked his flesh fingers, making you want his arm wrapped around you. His teeth grazed his bottom lip before looking over at you. For once he didn’t look annoyed at being in the same room with you.
“Like what you see?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“Just a little surprised to see your not angry with me.” Your voice was quiet.
“I have nothing to be angry about.” He returned his attention to the movie.
“Not even my dress?”
“I’m over it.”
“Oh, are you?” You crossed your arms.
“I’d rather have it thrown over the back of this couch, but I will to admit that it doesn’t look terrible on you.” He pulled at the fabric of the dress.
“If you don’t want me to wear it, then why don’t you take it off of me?” You blushed as you looked up at him.
Bucky stared at you, trying to figure out if you were serious or not. He didn’t pause the movie and you knew you’d gotten his attention. You looked away, unable to maintain eye contact.
You felt the couch move as Bucky used the oldest trick in the book- the fake yawn. Except, he didn’t rest his arm around your shoulders, he slipped it between your back and the couch and roamed it up your back. His fingers came into contact with your zipper and pulled it down. You felt the soft fabric of the couch touch your bare back as his hand descended.
When the zipper reached the end of it’s line, Bucky snuck his hand around your dress and pulled it forward, slipping it off your chest and arms. You adjusted your position as he pulled it off your legs. You shuttered as your bare arm touched Bucky’s.
“At least you match.” He looked at your black push up bra with lace straps.
“Touch me.” You brought your hand to your mouth, embarrassed at what you had blurted out. “I, I didn’t- I…oh my god. I didn’t…I’m…why would….fuck.”
“Where?” His voice was smooth.
“What?” You nearly choked on your words.
“Where do want me to touch you?” He licked his lips.
“I…uh…I.” You swallowed hard. “Everywhere.”
“With what?” He started running his flesh fingers on your bare thigh. “Do you want me to touch you with my fingers? My lips? My tongue? My cock?”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
Bucky cleared his throat. “Then I’ll do nothing.”
“Kiss me.”
You expected him to whip you around and kiss you roughly. He didn’t. He lifted his metal arm and turned your head with his hand. He cupped your cheek and pulled you towards him. He parted his lips as he placed them lightly on yours.
The kiss started out slow, he didn’t want to rush it. He had wanted to kiss you since he first arrived and he was going to make it last. A moan escaped you when his tongue brushed up against your lips and he slipped it inside your mouth.
You wrapped your hands in his hair and deepened the kiss. You pushed your body into his as you laid down on the couch. Heat pooled between your legs as his knee rested between them, supporting him as he moved his lips to your neck.
“What do you want?” Bucky spoke into your neck.
“You.” You moaned as you urged him further down your body with your hands.
You felt him smirk against your chest. He reached his arms around your back and unhooked your bra. He pulled it off of you and chucked it in the corner. He removed his own shirt before attaching his lips to your left nipple.
He licked and sucked on your it as his right hand massaged your right breast. He felt your nipples harden underneath his touch and he bit down onto your left one, causing a yelp to jump out of your throat.
You could feel every muscle in his body move as he kissed down your stomach. He kissed your clit through your underwear and you jerked upwards, wanting more. He continued to tease you.
“Please, I want more, Bucky.” You bucked your hips upwards again.
“But I like your panties.” The way he said panties sent chills through you; it was incredibly sexy.
“Bucky please.” You groaned.
“I guess I could pull them off of you…and down your legs.” He narrated what he did as he stripped you of your underwear.
“Please, enough with the teasing.” You pulled his hair and he laughed.
“Now, who could’ve made you this wet? Was it Brian?” He ran a finger through your folds.
“No.” You were breathless.
“Was it Steve?” He started rubbing your clit.
“No.”
“Who was it?” He removed his hand and lowered his head to your pussy, hovering over your clit with his mouth.
“It was you, Bucky. You made me this wet.”
“I know.” He smirked before burying his face into your pussy.
He licked, sucked, and nibbled on your clit and you bucked your hips against his mouth. He thrusted two metal fingers into you when you started to get impatient.
“Faster, I’m so fucking close.” You closed your eyes and pushed Bucky’s head down.
He increased the pace of his fingers as you approached your climax. You felt him remove his head just as your orgasm started. He kept his fingers pumping and shushed your moans with his lips.
“Shhh, we don’t want anyone walking in on us, do we?” He whispered against your lips.
Your body relaxed as you came down from your high. Bucky removed his fingers and licked them clean. He smirked down at you.
“Take your pants off.” You panted between words as you fiddled with his sweat pants.
“Feisty.” He smiled as he kissed your lips.
Bucky sat up and slipped his sweatpants and boxers off. You bit your lip as you watched him undress. He was so sexy and so big. You ached for his cock to be inside of you. He crawled on top of you and kissed your jaw.
“Do you want me inside of you?” He marked you as he sucked on your neck, knowing full well you’d be questioned tomorrow.
“Just fucking fuck me, Bucky.” You groaned into his ear.
“Yes ma’am.” He whispered into your ear as he lined himself up with your entrance.
He inserted himself slowly into you, letting you adjust to his size. He waiting for your permission before he started thrusting himself in and out of you. You could only managed a moan and a nod and he started moving.
His hips moved gingerly, teasing you as he pulled himself all the way out, leaving just the tip in, before slamming himself back into you. Once again he placed his lips on your, silencing your moan. He picked up the pace as you begged against his lips.
He moaned into your neck as he drew close to his climax. His muscles tensed as he felt you clamp around his cock. You exploded and saw fireworks as you came over his cock and screamed into his neck, trying to stifle it as much as you could. Bucky bit down onto your sweet spot as he filled you up with his seed.
“Fuck, Bucky.” You rested your arms on his back.
“Hmm?” He pulled himself out.
“We just…” You turned your head slightly, coming face to face with his messy hair as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.
“Fucked?” His throat vibrated as he spoke.
“Yeah.” You ran your hands up and down his back.
“I’ve always been able to control myself around you, but you had that damn dress on.” His metal thumb rubbed your cheek.
“Is that why you always criticize my clothing?”
“It’s the only way I can stop myself from ripping them off of you and taking you right then and there. The last thing I want to do is force myself on you.” He paused. “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to…uhm.”
“You didn’t know, it’s alright.” You twirled his hair in your fingers.
“We should get out of here before someone catches us.” Bucky sat up and kissed you on the cheek.
“It doesn’t matter, Tony has camera’s in every room. Odd’s are FRIDAY will mention something tomorrow and Tony’ll be in for an interesting surprise.”
“Damn it.” Bucky dropped his head back to where he had it earlier and groaned.
“Just rest. We’ll move later.” You laughed and pulled a blanket over the two of you.
