Summary: You are insecure because Bucky seems to be avoiding getting intimate with you. But after a heart to heart talk he shows you how wrong you are with that...
Wordcount: 2.1k
Warnings: hurt/comfort. mention of trauma. kissing. anxiety. established relationship. slight nsfw +18 (because of fingering and stuff).
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His lips were gently touching yours. Your fingers ran through his thick hair and wandered to his broad shoulders in search of support. Bucky sighed and leaned even deeper into the kiss. His weight above you pushed you further into the pillow. His bionic hand was on your hip while he held himself up with the other next to your head.
You just recently got together and since then there was hardly a moment when you could keep your hands off each other.
You wanted to be as close to him as possible, so you wrap a leg around his hip to pull him down to you until your hips could touch.
Bucky froze.
„What is it?” You ask uncertainly.
Bucky swallowed hard. “I - I think I’d should go now.”
Without waiting for your answer, he left your room. The feeling of shame gripped your chest. Did you go too far? You had never talked about the next step, but somehow got to this point anyway.
What if he don’t want that? What if he doesn’t want you in that way?
The next morning your head ached like hell from the restless night with fearful thoughts.
Coffee. Coffee is the solution for everything. At least it made you responsive when Steve entered the kitchen.
„As I can see, I can save myself the ‘good morning’,” he joked and grabbed a cup from the shelf.
You give him an annoyed look. “Spare yourself, Cap.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Damn you’re in a bad mood. What did Bucky do now?”
You put down your coffee cup and rest your chin on your hands. “Nothing at all. That’s the weird thing.”
„Come again?”
You hesitate for a moment. “How comfortable are you talking to me about my sex life?”
Steve spit the sip of coffee back into the cup and started coughing hard. Smiling, you pat him on the back, even if it didn’t seem to help.
„That wasn’t on my to-do list,” Steve said when he caught his breath again. “But I’m all ears.”
You lift yourself onto the kitchen counter and let your legs dangle. “We had a really nice evening together yesterday. It was getting late and then ... well then we had...”
„Sex?“
„No! Well I mean that’s what it came down to ... I think.”
Steve leaned with his hip go the counter. “You have to be a little more specific if you want my help.”
A frustrated sigh escaped you. “We had ... a moment.”
„A moment?”
„Yes. It became ... well more intimate. And then Bucky suddenly behaved very strangely, as if he was afraid of something. Then he left.”
Steve nodded silently. He seemed to think about your problem and was looking for the right words.
„Did you two ever had ...?”
„No. But this is not the first time he withdraws from me. Usually he just interrupts the kiss or something. But this time... this time it was different.”
You wipe a tear out of the corner of your eye before it could run down your face.
“I think I know what’s going on,” Steve said, squeezing your hand for comfort.
You snort. “He doesn’t want me that way... right?”
„Fuck no that’s certainly not it,” laughed Steve and you stud at the curse that came over his lips.
“Listen. Bucky is my best friend and I know exactly how he behaves when he is attracted to someone. And believe me, he’s acting even more like a love-sick idiot with you than ever before.”
Your cheeks got warm at the thought of him being in … love with you.
Steve looked away. “We both come from a different time. A lot has changed and a lot of time has passed. It was hard for me to build a wide variety of relationships with others, so I don’t want to imagine how hard it is for Bucky.
„So you mean Bucky withdraws because he doesn’t know what to do?”
Steve nodded cautiously. “Maybe. He’s been through a lot. Has seen and experienced things that I would not wish on my worst enemy. If I were in his place, it would be difficult for me too.”
That made you think. And a little part of you knew Steve could be right.
„Thank you, Cap.”
Steve tapped his forehead with two fingers. “At your service, ma’am.”
That same evening you found yourself in front of the door to Bucky’s room.
Quietly you knock on the door before you let yourself in. Bucky sat with a bent posture over his side table and scribbled something on paper.
“Hey, Buck,” you say softly to draw attention to yourself.
Bucky turned to you and stood up immediately. “Hey, Doll”
His hands found their place on your hips and he pulled you into a deep kiss.
Every fiber of your body threatened to fall apart in his hands. It took you a lot of strength not to sink against his hard chest.
A little out of breath, you stopped the kiss.
Think. You came to talk. No pressure.
„What are you doing?”, you ask instead, nodding to the desk.
Bucky grinned. “I’ll show you.”
His blue eyes flashed excitedly and he brushed a few lost strands of hair from his face. Your gaze glided over his muscular arm, which didn’t exactly help to keep a clear head.
Oh great heavens. God help me.
„Do you like it?”
He pointed to a drawing made with a charcoal pencil. It was a face. It was your face.
„Bucky ... you drew me?” Your voice trembled with emotion.
He stood close behind you so that your back was leaning directly against his chest and stomach. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed a gentle kiss on your shoulder.
„We haven’t seen each other today, so I had to distract myself. I can’t last long not being with you.”
Tears gathered in your eyes. Damn you hormones.
„It’s beautiful, Bucky. You have an incredible talent.”
He turned you around to him and put the index finger of his bionic hand under your chin. “It’s not half as beautiful as the original.”
His lips rested on yours and a desperate sigh escaped you. Your hands moved into his neck and sought a hold. Bucky groans as you softly bury your fingers in his hair. In response, your body pressed even tighter against his, as if by itself. The kiss became more intense and...
„Wait.” Your breathing stumbled but you manage to bring distance between you two. “Wait, please.”
Bucky looked at you alarmed. “What is it, doll? Did I do something wrong?”
And there it was.
Clear as day. Bucky looked downright remorse. As if all his worst fears had come true.
Steve was right.
„No, you did everything right. I’m the one who did something wrong.”
Shaking your head, you step away from him and let yourself sink on the bed. “I’m sorry, Bucky.”
Confused, he sank to his knees and rested his hands on the mattress next to your thighs. “What are you apologizing for?”
Because of his size, you were still at eye level, even if he knelt on the floor in front of you.
“For what happened yesterday.”
Understanding flashed in his eyes before he lowered his gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
You put a hand on his rough cheek. “I pushed you.”
Bucky laughed unluckily, then kissed your palm and looked up at you again. “No, you haven’t. The fact that I had to end this so quickly yesterday and ran away was certainly not because you pushed me to do something I don’t want to do. Believe me, I want that. Fuck, I want you so bad.”
His words alone made your body tremble. The desire to be close to him grew immeasurably and brought the almost physical pain.
„But why ... I mean what can I do to ...?”
Bucky grabbed your hips with a firm grip, but did not move further. The intensity of his touch was not painful but much more desperate.
„Every time you kiss me, everything in me just explodes. It’s like you’re dropping gasoline into me and then lighting it all up. I can’t control the feeling and ... that worries me.”
You kiss him on the forehead and elicit a smile from him.
„But that’s not all. I ... the last time I slept with someone was - well over a hundred years ago. And I can’t remember a lot of that time. Especially the good things - the good memories were damaged. So if you touch me - if you kiss me, then I want to do so much more with you ... but I don’t know how anymore.”
Embarrassed, he closed his eyes and made a face as if he was punched in the gut.
Carefully you slide closer to him, so that you had to spread your legs further. “Then it has nothing to do with the fact that you don’t want me the way I want you?”
Bucky’s eyes snapped open and the lust that was reflected in them was so intense that you wanted to kneel down. His lips parted and you could feel his breathing quicken with a heartbeat.
„You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you? The thought that you want me? That alone is enough to drive me crazy, doll.”
A devilish smile settled on your lips. “If that’s the case...”
With trembling fingers you reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it gently but firmly. Bucky leaned back a bit so you could take it off.
Then your own top also wandered to the floor next to his.
Bucky swallowed hard. His beautiful face was like that of a thirsty man and he literally devoured you with his gaze.
„How about we create new memories together?”
Bucky hesitated. “Love ... what if I lose control?” His gaze flew to his bionic arm. “What if I hurt you?”
You kiss him gently. “I trust you. You’re a good man, Bucky. You’re strong and I know you’d never hurt me, no matter what.”
That seemed to break his resistance.
In a matter of seconds, Bucky had grabbed you and pulled you to him. His lips pressed hungrily on yours, conquering you and driving you crazy.
With a smooth movement he stood up, put your legs around his hips and laid you on the bed. Your hands explored his bare chest and wandered over his broad shoulders to his back.
Everything about him was warm and inviting. Strong but not threatening. Demanding but not intimidating. His body was clearly acting on autopilot, because nothing of his insecurities could be noticed.
He gently bit your throat which made you moan in surprise.
He faltered.
„Sorry I ...”
„Don’t you dare to you apologize for that!”
Your voice was so full of lust that it made Bucky grin. He slowly understood that you liked what he did to you.
„Give me your hand.”
He hesitated. Obviously he didn’t know which one you meant. Bionic or flesh.
You point to the bionic. “Do you feel everything with it?”
„Not always. The sensors imitate what I should feel, but it’s not the same.”
Before he could dive too much into the thought, you took his other hand and showed him the way between your legs.
Bucky’s eyes widened and he understood. He don’t have to be asked twice.
Slowly his hand moved under the waistband of your pants and panties and found your most sensitive spot. You gasp for air, claw at him and bend towards him.
His fingers moved in circles and agonizingly slow. And Bucky enjoyed every little sound he caused with it.
He covered you with little kisses. Shoulder. Clavicle. Neck. Jaw. Chin. Cheek. Lips.
You got dizzy from his affection.
“I could do this forever. Watching you fall apart under me. Because of me. God, you’re so beautiful.”
His hand movements became faster. Your hip twitched uncontrollably.
„Bucky …“
“Cum for me, love.”
And you did.
Bucky held you in his arms as the wave of climax collapsed over you. He pressed gentle kisses on your heated skin, whispered sweet words in your ear and smiled more than just satisfied.
“You definitely know how to do that,” you say breathlessly and giggle.
„I thought you might have liked it.”
With a cheeky grin you straighten up and get rid of your pants and panties, then your hands find the waistband of his pants and pulled it until the two of you were completely naked.
You put a hand on his chest, feel the wildly pounding heart underneath and made him lean back. Then you settle down on his lap and thus also on him.
Bucky groaned, wrapped his arms around you and looked up at you as if you were a goddess.
„Fuck, doll.“
“Yes, please.”
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Thank you so much for reading! 💙 All interactions are highly appreciated (but please don’t copy my work)
hey! can you please write some fluff stuff about bucky coming home late after a mission and finding reader sleeping on the couch, because she was trying to (unsuccessfully) stay awake and wait for him?
idk, i was thinking about how funny and cute he must be trying to wake up her as carefully as possible. maybe he can carry her bride style to bed too and they cuddle on bed as talking nosense fluff things until she is sleeping again.
that's all, thx :)
The apartment is too quiet when Bucky finally lets himself in.
It’s late—later than he meant it to be—and the soft click of the door shutting behind him sounds too loud in the stillness. He pauses just inside, automatically scanning the space out of habit, but nothing is out of place. No threats. No movement.
Just the low hum of the fridge. The faint glow of a lamp left on.
And you.
You’re curled up on the couch, tucked into the corner like you tried to make yourself as small as possible. The TV is still on, volume barely above a whisper, some late-night rerun flickering soft light across your face. A blanket is half-draped over you, slipping off one shoulder like it gave up halfway through the job.
Bucky exhales, something in his chest loosening all at once.
“Doll…” he murmurs under his breath, voice rough with exhaustion and something softer underneath it.
You don’t stir.
Of course you don’t. He can see it immediately—the way your cheek is smushed into the cushion, your mouth parted slightly, breathing deep and steady. Out cold.
You tried to wait up.
He can picture it too clearly: you sitting here, flipping channels, blinking slower and slower, telling yourself just ten more minutes, he’ll be home soon, I’ll stay awake—
—and then losing the fight.
His lips twitch.
“Stubborn,” he whispers, toeing off his boots by the door as quietly as possible.
He moves through the apartment like a shadow, muscle memory guiding him to set his gear down without a sound. The last thing he wants is to wake you up too suddenly. Not when you look this peaceful. Not when he knows how hard you try to stay awake for him every single time.
By the time he gets back to the couch, he’s softer somehow. Slower.
He crouches beside you, metal hand hovering uncertainly in the air for a second before he gently nudges the slipping blanket back up over your shoulder with his flesh one instead.
“Hey,” he murmurs, quieter now, like he’s afraid the word itself might startle you. “Hey, sweetheart… c’mon. Bed.”
You make a small noise.
Not words. Just a sleepy, protesting hum as you burrow deeper into the couch, like you’ve decided this is your home now and you will not be relocated.
Bucky huffs out a silent laugh.
“Yeah, that’s about what I expected.”
He tries again, softer this time, brushing his fingers lightly over your arm. “C’mon, doll. You’re gonna wake up with a crick in your neck.”
Your brows pinch slightly, lips pursing, and for a second he thinks you might actually wake up—but instead, you just mumble something completely unintelligible and tuck your face further into the cushion.
He blinks.
“…Was that English?”
No response.
He presses his lips together, trying very hard not to laugh out loud.
“Alright,” he whispers, resigned. “Plan B.”
Carefully—so carefully—he slides one arm under your knees and the other behind your back. He pauses for half a second, watching your face for any sign of waking.
Nothing.
“Okay,” he breathes, mostly to himself, and then lifts.
You settle into him like you were made for it, instinctively curling closer the second your body leaves the couch. One of your hands fumbles for purchase and ends up clutching the front of his shirt, fingers bunching the fabric.
Bucky freezes.
His heart does something stupid and soft in his chest.
“…Hi,” he whispers, even though you’re still asleep.
You make another little sound, this one quieter, and nuzzle into him.
That’s it. He’s done for.
He carries you down the short hallway like that, holding you a little tighter than necessary, like if he loosens his grip you might disappear. Like this—this right here—is the best part of coming home.
The bedroom door creaks slightly when he nudges it open with his foot, and he winces, glancing down at you.
You don’t wake.
“Good,” he breathes, relieved.
He lowers you onto the bed slowly, easing you down like you’re something fragile, something precious. The second your head hits the pillow, you turn into it, chasing the warmth you just lost.
Bucky barely has time to straighten up before your hand shoots out blindly.
“Buck…”
It’s barely more than a whisper. Sleep-heavy. Soft.
He stills.
“I’m here,” he answers immediately, gentler than anything he’s said all night.
Your eyes don’t open, but your hand finds his wrist, tugging weakly.
“Stay.”
There’s no hesitation.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Yeah, I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
He sheds the last of his gear quickly, quieter than before, and slides into bed beside you. The mattress dips, and you immediately roll toward him like it’s instinct, pressing into his side.
Your leg hooks over his. Your face tucks into his shoulder.
Bucky exhales, long and slow, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.
“There you go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your hair. “That’s better.”
You hum, satisfied, already half gone again.
For a minute, he just holds you. Lets himself feel it. The warmth, the weight, the steady rhythm of your breathing against him. The fact that you waited. That you always wait.
“…You know you don’t gotta do that, right?” he whispers after a while, more to the room than anything. “Stay up for me like that.”
You mumble something into his shirt.
He tilts his head. “What was that?”
A pause. Then, slurred and sleepy:
“Wanna see you.”
His chest tightens.
“You see me every day, doll.”
“Not… same,” you mumble, frowning slightly like you’re arguing in your dreams. “Mission you is… different.”
He huffs softly. “Mission me’s not that great.”
You make a small, disapproving sound.
“Shh. Don’t talk bad ‘bout my boyfriend.”
Bucky blinks.
“…Your boyfriend, huh?”
“Mmhm.”
“Guy sounds like trouble.”
You nod against him, very seriously for someone half-asleep. “Big trouble.”
He can’t help it—he smiles, pressing another kiss to your temple.
“Yeah? You plannin’ on keepin’ him anyway?”
You squint one eye open just enough to look at him, completely unimpressed.
“Obviously.”
Then your eyes slide shut again.
Bucky chuckles under his breath, shaking his head.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Wouldn’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”
You’re already drifting again, your grip on his shirt loosening slightly as sleep pulls you under. He adjusts the blanket over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders, making sure you’re warm.
For a while, he just watches you.
The way your lashes rest against your cheeks. The slow rise and fall of your chest. The tiny, content sigh you let out when he rubs his thumb along your arm.
This. This is what he comes home for.
Not the quiet. Not the apartment.
You.
His hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, gently guiding you closer until you’re tucked perfectly against him.
“Next time,” he murmurs softly, voice dipping into something warm and teasing, “you wait up for me like that again, I’m carryin’ you straight to bed whether you’re awake or not.”
You hum, barely conscious. “Okay…”
“Yeah?” he asks, amused.
“Yeah,” you breathe. “Like it.”
His smile softens.
“Yeah,” he whispers, pressing one last kiss to your hair. “Me too.”
Your breathing evens out again, deeper this time. Fully asleep.
For the first time all night, Bucky lets his eyes close too—your warmth anchored against him, your soft presence grounding him in a way nothing else ever could.
trope: oblivious x thought they’ve been dating all along :)
warnings: none
wc: 1k
a/n: requests are open (for bucky). pls send prompts!
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you’re in a pickle. as you sit with natasha and wanda on the floor of wanda’s room, you listen as nat tells the two of you about her earlier conversation with bucky.
“he said we were dating?” you were confused. bucky had never asked you to be his girlfriend, but you had gone on a couple dates and hung out around the compound all the time. you were too nervous to make any moves, but it seemed bucky was on a completely different page altogether.
“basically” natasha confirmed. “he told me he already had plans for saturday with his ‘girl.’”
“oh.”
wanda giggles at your perplexed state. “maybe you’ve been stressing over nothing this whole time, then.”
“but he never asked me.”
“maybe it was different back then?”
“cmon wanda, it’s not like he said we’re going steady like its the 40s. i feel like he knows about labels.” you sigh. you’ve been worried these last few weeks that bucky wasn’t going to ask you to be his girlfriend – maybe the two of you didn’t hit it off as well as you thought. but then he would take you on more dates, and you’d spend all day doing things around the compound that it felt like you already were girlfriend and boyfriend.
“maybe he thought he already asked you.”
you sat with that for a moment. maybe he thought he did? you had no idea, and later into the night it got, the more confused you became. you nodded at the two girls, exchanging goodnights and making your way back to your room.
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by the time you got to the kitchen for breakfast, steve, sam, and bucky had already returned from a morning run, and wanda was cooking eggs at the stove with vision.
“goodmorning y/n,” steve smiles at you.
you return the sentiment and rub the sleep from your eyes. you make eye contact with bucky and try not to stumble as you reach up for a mug in one of the cabinets. as you reach from your toes, bucky’s metal hand finds your waist and he engulfs you from behind, his other hand grabbing your favorite mug.
“let me get that for you, peaches.”
you try not to flush.
steve smiles at the interaction, continuing his conversation with sam. after bucky sets your mug on the counter, he gives the top of your head a small kiss and makes his way back over to steve. you wonder if steve smiled at the two of you because he thinks you’re dating. if bucky thought the two of you were official, why would his best friend think any differently?
you let it go for the moment, filling your mug and grabbing a plate for the eggs wanda just made for you.
“have you asked him?” she whispers.
you purse your lips, “no,” you shrug a little. “i don’t even know what to ask him.”
“ask who, what?” sam interjects.
wanda and you both turn your heads to look at him from across the kitchen island, and steve and bucky stop their conversation to watch.
“i- uhm…” you don’t know what to say.
luckily, you don’t have to think of a response because bucky speaks up. “wilson, are you pestering my girl?”
wanda nudges your side with her elbow, a gesture that you know means i’ve got your back. “your girl, huh?”
bucky blushes, poorly suppressing a sheepish grin. steve chuckles at bucky’s change in demeanor.
“well, yeah, she’s my girl.”
“i am?”
bucky’s brows furrow in confusion and for a moment, a flicker of hurt flashes in his eyes. “do you not want to be?”
you bite the inside of your lip, nervous to confess this so publicly. “truthfully i didn’t even know i was your girl.”
“oh.”
the kitchen is silent for a moment. sam waits to hear what bucky has to say, or if you have something else to add to explain the situation.
your foot lightly hits the ground. you’re fidgeting; only bucky can make you this nervous with butterflies. “that doesn’t mean i don’t want to be.”
bucky perks up and he nods, finally getting the misunderstanding between you two.
sam’s laugh breaks the silence. “you’re such an idiot.” he grabs an apple and pats bucky’s back on the way out, steve following right behind him, their voices fading as they get farther down the hallway.
bucky grabs his own mug and pours himself some coffee while you sit at the island and silently eat your eggs. wanda and vision eventually clean up their dishes and head off to some training task, leaving you alone in the kitchen with bucky.
as you put your plate in the sink, he asks “did you really not know you’re my girl?”
you run the faucet, not wanting to look at him because it’ll make you more nervous. “you never asked me.”
his flesh hand dances on your hip, spinning you around to face him. “okay…” you glance between his eyes and his lips, settling on his eyes. he mirrors your actions. “then… do you want to be my girl, y/n?”
“i-” you twiddle your fingers, hand at your side. he has you pinned against the counter.
“gonna give me an answer, peaches? or just leave me hanging?” he’s teasing you, face getting closer with each new quip. his nose practically touches yours.
at last, you breathe out a quiet “yes,” and bucky chuckles at you.
“can i kiss you, peaches?”
too speechless to say it, you nod, his metal hand reaching to cup your face. his lips connect with yours and it’s electrifying. your stomach flips and you get so caught up that you grip his henley, afraid that you’ll collapse with how lovestruck he has you. when he sucks on your bottom lip, you let out another gasp and you feel bucky’s lips turn up in a smirk as he pulls away.
still cupping your face, he smiles at you. you smile back, saying something that has bucky’s eyes glinting with pride.
Okay, for this fic I had somethin cutesy in mind. Imagine Bucky is absolutely utterly and completely gone for you, yeah?
And he has the best revenge..
KISSESSSS 😛😛
Warnings?? 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘺 minor spice. It's just Bucky givin you smooches.
ENJOY. ❤
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𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍-𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 🤍
Bucky—your husband, your soldier, your soft place to land—has his own form of payback for your unwavering beauty.
𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.
Whether slow and tender, deep and lingering, or quick and teasing, brushed like secrets across your skin—𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴.
And it’s not a spur of the moment thing, no. It’s devotion woven into muscle memory, affection layered into every press of his mouth. From the second his lips touch yours, you’re caught in that web he spins—because the tingling, the warmth, the sensation lingers long after he pulls back. Minutes later, you’re still thinking about it, still feeling it like an echo on your skin.
Why? Because James Buchanan Barnes knows you. Knows every curve of your body, every spot that makes you melt. He knows where to place his hand—sometimes firm at your waist, sometimes ghosting feather-light across your jaw. He knows when to be gentle, when to let his lips curve mischievously into a smirk before catching your bottom lip between his teeth.
And despite your usual composure—the confidence, the fire you wear so easily—he pulls it right from under you. With nothing more than the lightest brush of his lips against yours, he leaves you undone.
But your favorite?
Morning kisses. Half-awake kisses.
The kind that belong only to the two of you.
The best part? You get them every single day. Without fail.
As soon as the first pale beams of sunlight cut through the curtains and spill across the hardwood floor, the quiet stirring begins. You’re already cradled beneath his arm, wrapped close, safe in the fortress of his embrace. Still, your grip tightens just slightly as you feel yourself drifting from slumber, pulled toward waking by warmth and the faintest shift of movement.
Bucky senses it, as he always does. Even half-asleep, he knows you. His hold tightens instinctively, pulling you in until there isn’t space left between your bodies. And then—
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴.
They find you without hesitation, without searching. Like they’ve been programmed, like his body runs on instinct when it comes to you. The curve of your shoulder, the line of your neck—it’s muscle memory for him now. His mouth presses against your skin, unhurried, reverent.
His hand slides along the dip of your hip, roughened palm warm and familiar, while the scruff along his jaw grazes your skin. It makes you shiver. Not out of discomfort, but because it’s him. That grounding presence, the blend of ruggedness and tenderness only he could carry.
And when you stir a little more, when your lashes flutter open and your breathing deepens, you feel it—the soft curve of his lips as he smiles against your skin.
“..𝘎’𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭..” His voice is gravelly, hushed, thick with the weight of sleep.
And still—your heart flutters. Still, after all these years.
“Hi..” you whisper back, leaning into his ministrations, eyes sliding closed again because his presence is too good to pull away from. “You sleep well?”
“Mhm,” he mumbles, not lifting his lips from you, brushing them lazily along your jaw, your neck. “You?”
You draw in a deep breath, cheeks heating despite yourself, because the man can make you blush like a teenager with nothing more than his morning voice. “Yeah,” you whisper, nodding slightly. Your hand slides across the warmth of his bare waist, fingers splaying, and you feel the way his body relaxes instantly at your touch, a sigh leaving him like you’ve undone something inside him.
“Love you..” His words are half a breath, half a prayer, spilling into the air like he can’t hold them back, even on the edge of sleep. He tucks himself further against you, nose nuzzling your chest, arm tightening protectively across your waist.
And there goes your heart. Again. Every time.
“Love you too, Jamie,” you murmur, pressing your lips softly to the crown of his head.
This man.
This soldier who has seen the worst of humanity, who has bled and fought and broken—yet here he is, soft and tender in the quiet morning glow.
Chapter Word Count: 10223 (The shame I felt when I checked the word count on this knowing what the chapter is was absolutely unmatched.)
This is what I was listening to when I wrote it if you wanna get immersive
R18 MINORS DNI, So much smut, Rough, possessive Bucky, Swearing, alcohol, praise kink x bucky, praise kink x reader, teasing, slight choking
CW: Cheeky shit, under current of caring for each other but both are emotionally constipated. Protective Bucky. confessions.
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-Chapter Eight-
"Christ," He mutters gruffly, "You really gonna make me spell it out?" His hand twitches like he's barely holding himself back from grabbing your waist and yanking you into his lap. Your eyes catch his hand tightening across the neck of the bottle resting on his knee.
"Bucky- I'm not a mind reader. I have no idea what you're talking about" You say. Eyes meeting his, still searching his face for any sign of a hint
Bucky's entire body is coiled tighter than a damn spring as he fights every single instinct inside of him to keep himself under control. You're so goddamn close to him he could wrap his hand around your waist and have you on his lap in a goddamn second. He clenches his jaw again, his eyes dark with need and frustration, his voice gruff and low.
"Jesus, I.." He huffs out a rough breath, his self-restraint hanging on by a damn thread. "I want you."
"Wha-" You breathe out. A shocked expression flashes across your face at his admission.
Bucky finally gives up all pretense of control as he watches your eyes widen at his words. Goddamn, you look so adorably stunned right now. His restraint snaps completely as he lunges forward in one swift movement, setting the bottle down on the table beside him and grabbing your hips with his flesh hand, pulling you forward into his lap like he's been imagining all goddamn night.
Your breath catches as he pulls you onto him. Eyes are still wide as you scan his face, half expecting him to laugh and push you back off.
Bucky lets a guttural moan escape as he situates you against his lap, your legs on either side of his. You feel so goddamn good perched on top of him, so damn warm and soft, your hips under his hands, your thighs against his legs. The sight of you sitting in his lap like this is even more than he imagined, and he almost doesn't dare to believe it's real.
He keeps his eyes locked on yours, taking in every little detail of your stunned expression, his voice gruff and husky as he finally speaks.
"Say something, doll."
You can't help the shiver that shoots across your body at his touch as he reaches up run this thumb along your bottom lip. Your eyes flutter closed as it sends tingles up your spine.
"Bucky," You say barely a whisper, "what- what are you doing?"
Bucky's hands tighten possessively on your hips as he pulls you just the tiniest bit closer to his chest, unable to resist the way your body responds so perfectly to his touch. He lets out a low hum at your whispered words. Your voice trembling with nerves and something else he wants to hear more of.
"Told you," He murmurs gruffly, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"Want you." His voice low as he practically purred the words out.
His metal hand moves up from your hip, tracing slow circles along the small of your back, just firm enough for you to feel every single inch of him burning into you.
Your breathing catches as his fingers trace along the small of your back.
"But- I- you- You say barely able to form words as your body melts into his touch.
Bucky grins against your ear at your stumbling words, he loves the way you're struggling to put together a coherent sentence, how goddamn flustered and out of control you are right now. His hand continues rubbing those slow, steady circles along your back, keeping you pressed flush against his chest, so close he can feel your heart thrumming rapidly against his ribcage.
"Cat got your tongue, doll?" He teases gruffly. Your eyes flutter open a haze in your eyes as you watch him half lidded.
"I - you - I thought-" You say melting into him. "I thought you hated me" You stammer out as your body betrays just how much his touch is effecting you.
Bucky's chest rumbles with a deep, possessive growl at your words.
”Hated you?" The thought is goddamn ridiculous. His hand tightens on the small of your back as he pulls you even closer against him, pressing his forehead to yours just hard enough for you to feel his intensity.
"Hate you?" He scoffs roughly. "Fuck no." His lips hover dangerously close to yours close enough for you to taste the whiskey on his breath, but not quite touching yet. "Never could."
Before you can think, before you can stop yourself. Your hands snake up across his chest and shoulders and wrap around his neck with a soft whimper.
The moment your hands snake up around his neck, all his restraint completely shatters, the sound of that soft, needy little whimper pushing him right over the edge.
He doesn't bother trying to hold back anymore, he's done playing games. Without another moment of hesitation, he closes the last remaining distance between you, capturing your lips in a possessive, brutal kiss. You moan into his mouth, arching your body into his immediately. Arms still wrapped around his neck, hands tangling in his hair.
Bucky groans at the soft, sweet noise that escapes your lips, echoing into his mouth, the sound going straight to his goddamn head. The feeling of your body molding itself against his, your soft curves pressing against his lean muscle, is damn near driving him crazy. His flesh hand slips under your shirt, fingers spreading wide across the smooth expanse of your back as he deepens the kiss. God damn, he's been imagining this moment for far too damn long, having you in his lap, tasting you, feeling your body against his, it's almost too goddamn much.
You're a mess. Chest heaving, whimpering into him, you let one hand untangle from the nape of his neck brush down his neck, feeling his pulse as your thumb works lines across his jaw.
Bucky growls softly against your mouth at your touch, the feeling of your hand tracing those soft lines across his jaw sending shivers down his spine. He can't think straight with you in his lap, damn near coming undone at your smallest touch. He kisses you harder now, his tongue delving into your mouth with almost feral hunger as his flesh hand slides down to your waist, gripping your hip tightly.
His fingers dig into the softness of your flesh, his breathing ragged and rough as he pulls away just long enough to look at you, his gaze dark with desire. "God damn it, sweetheart".
Your eyes are hazy with desire as you catch you breath. "Bucky, I didn't know" You say thumb still tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, your eyes watching his so intently.
Bucky watches you with dark, hooded eyes as you trace along his jaw, the way your expression is so damn needy and wanting almost making him lose it entirely. The sound of your voice, breathless, soft, and sweet is like goddamn music to his ears, especially when you say his name.
He lets out a sharp exhale at your words, shifting you on his lap so you're sitting directly on top of his growing arousal. "Didn't know what?" He asks gruffly, raising an eyebrow at you.
Your eyes widen and your lips part, feeling him rock hard under you. Bucky lets out a deep, possessive growl at your response, the look on your face when you felt the evidence of how much he wants you making his control waiver even more. He watches you intently, eyes dark and predatory as he takes in your expression, the way your body responds so perfectly to every little thing he does.
His hand leaves your hip to trail up the side of your body, his touch as light as a feather until it reaches the underside of your chin, tilting your head to look straight at him. "Look at you. God damn."
You swallow hard, body slowly rolling down into him, feeling him twitch under you, eyes never leaving his.
Bucky's breath stutters against your lips as you roll your hips into his, his body reacting instantly to the subtle pressure of your movement. His grip tightens on the underside of your chin, tilting it just slightly so he can watch every little change in your expression, every gasp, every flutter of lashes as he rocks up against you in response.
"Teasing me already?" He murmurs gruffly.
"You sure you wanna start that game?"
A small smirk plays at the edges of your mouth, breathless and hungry for him.
You roll your hips in time with his, one hand braced on his shoulder now as you slowly, but very deliberately move your body against him.
Bucky lets out a low, guttural moan as you continue to rock your hips right against his, his eyes closing almost involuntarily for a moment before he forces them back open again, determined to keep looking at you, to take in every damn detail as you drive him wild.
His hands snake around to your hips, his grip tightening even further as he guides your movements to match his.
"Sweetheart, He growls softly, "God-Just like that"
"Yeah? You like that? You purr. Your forehead pressing to his as your bodies move together.
Bucky lets out a rough groan against your lips, his forehead pressed tight to yours as you move together. Every slow grind of your hips sends fire shooting straight through him, and his hands clutch at your waist like he's afraid you'll disappear if he doesn't hold onto you tight enough.
"Fuck yes," He grunts out, voice wrecked and ragged,
"You have no goddamn idea."
You hum into him, the fabric of your sleep shorts riding up your thighs as you move.
"Fu-Bucky.." You whimper feeling his strong body roll his hips against yours in perfect time.
Bucky's heart damn near leaps into his throat as you whimper out his name like that, the sound going straight to his head and setting his nerve endings alight. He can feel your bare thighs under his hands as they slide up and down with your movements, every movement adding fuel to the fire building between the both of you.
"God, just like that," He grits out, voice gravelly with need. "Keep doin' that, sweetheart. You crash your lips to his as he whimpers, the sounds he makes sending you into a frenzy.
Bucky eagerly returns the kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a possessive desperation that makes his head spin. The way your hungry for him only serves to fuel his need for you further, his hips rocking urgently upwards to meet your movements, seeking more friction, more of your body, just more of you.
His hands move to your thighs again, sliding up higher this time, his fingers teasing along the edge of your shorts.
"Take them off." You say commanding against his lips. Bucking your hips high enough that he can pull the waist band down your body.
Bucky growls in response to your demand, his hands immediately gripping the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down with rough urgency, not bothering to be gentle when you're both this damn desperate. The moment they slide off, he tosses them aside without another thought before dragging you back against him, this time even closer, even more goddamn intimate. "Better?" He rasps roughly against your lips.
"Mmm much, much, better." You say grinding back into him, panties already feeling damp with need.
Bucky lets out a sharp exhale at the feeling of you grinding down on him, god damn, he can see just how soaked you are through the thin fabric of your panties.
His hands slide back up to grip your hips, guiding your movements against his as his lips crash back onto yours in a messy, needy kiss.
"Christ," He growls into your mouth, "You're so goddamn perfect."[
Your hands move, one flying back to the the nape off his neck holding him to you, while the other hand trails down his chest across his stomach exploring every inch of him.
Bucky groans softly into your mouth, your exploratory touch is driving him insane, the feeling of your fingers running over his bare skin making his heart race and his brain damn near short-circuit. He can't remember the last time he was this affected by someone's touch, maybe never but he knows damn well that he'll never be able to get enough.
"Careful, doll," He murmurs huskily, "You keep touchin' me like that and I ain't gonna be able to hold back.
At his words you move your face down and lick a strip up his neck before flicking your tongue to his earlobe. "Then don't" You purr into his ear before taking the soft skin between your teeth.
Bucky lets out a guttural groan at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his earlobe, his entire body shuddering under your touch, your teasing tongue, your sharp little bite, it's all too goddamn much.
His grip on your hips tightens almost painfully as he yanks you even harder against him, rolling up sharply into you with an animalistic desperation that leaves no doubt in either of your minds just how much he wants you. "Goddamn it," He growls roughly, "You're gonna be the fuckin' death of me."
You roll your hips into him, practically dripping, his possessive touch igniting something almost feral inside. "Keep making those noises for me and I won't be able to stop." You purr out as you kiss down his jaw. Bucky's hands fly to your ass, squeezing roughly as you roll against him, every damn sound you pull from his throat only making his control splinter further. His breath is ragged, coming out in harsh pants against your skin as you trail kisses down his jaw.
"You want me to fucking beg?" He rasps, gripping you even tighter. "Because I will."
Your head rolls back at his words. A low moan pouring out of you. He has no idea what he's doing to you, the way his breathing is ragged and strained, the way his eyes are fluttering closed at every new tease from you. Bucky can't tear his eyes away from you right now watching you lose yourself, watching you fall apart with every little sound, it's like goddamn magic to him. His hands are still clutching your ass like he's afraid you'll disappear if he doesn't hold you tight enough, his lips parted as he pants softly and takes in every goddamn detail of you.
His next words come out in a strangled whisper between ragged breaths. "Say the word and I'm yours. I'll worship you, baby, you just gotta let me."
"Fuck, Bucky" You pant out. "Such a good boy." You smirk as you press yourself harder into his groin.
Bucky lets out a deep, guttural groan at your words, something primal flaring inside him at the praise. "Good boy?" He rasps roughly, his voice wrecked as he grips you tighter, guiding your hips down against his again with possessive desperation. His breath is coming out in harsh pants against your neck now, his self-control barely even existing anymore.
His hands move up to tangle in your hair just tight enough to make you whimper before he pulls slightly away, forcing eye contact again as his lips hover inches from yours, "Say it again and I'll show you just how goddamn good I can be for you."
"Yeah, you like that? You like being a good boy for me?" You purr, eyes gleaming with desire and a challenge.
Bodies grinding into each other faster, your hands planted firmly on his chest feeling his heart beat drumming into the palm of your hands. Bucky's grip tightens in your hair, just shy of painful as his head falls back against the couch with a low, feral groan. His hips jerk up against yours almost involuntarily at your words, his body completely at your mercy now as you drive him wild.
"Fuck," He rasps out, voice shredded, "You have no goddamn idea." His hands slide down to grip your waist again before abruptly flipping you onto your back on the couch beneath him, his breath ragged as he hovers over you now, eyes dark and desperate.
"Tell me what you want from me. Say it."
You let out a strangled moan as your head falls back into the couch cusion, your breath leaving your body as he flips you, feeling him looming over you.
Your eyes fluttering closed as you arch into him. "Oh my god-baby, yes" You whimper, hands wrapping around his neck. Pulling him down closer to your lips inches apart.
"You have no idea how fucking hot you sound." You whisper.
"I want you to beg for me, I want you to whimper for me Bucky" You say, your voice low and husky from need and desperation.
Bucky lets out a choked noise at your demand, his whole body trembling with the effort of not just taking you right then and there. The way you look beneath him, arching up against him, practically panting as you tell him exactly what to do, it's the hottest damn thing he's ever seen.
He leans down even closer antil his lips brush yours in the barest hint of a kiss, his voice nothing more than a wrecked whisper, "Please."
His hips grind against yours roughly, "Please let me hear those sounds again. Let me make you feel good."
A low moan leaves your body, nearly animalistic as you let your hands tangle back in his hair, panting under him, his words, his voice sending me spiraling.
Bucky lets out a low, guttural moan of his own in response, feeling you come apart beneath him with every single one of his words. Your small hands in his hair, your body responding to him so openly, your voice.. Goddamn it all, it's making his brain short-circuit. His body grinds down against yours on pure instinct, his lips moving down to kiss along your jawline up to your ears his words now a desperate, ragged whisper against your skin. "Please, sweetheart. Please let me show you how goddamn good I can be for you."
You choke down a moan, half way between a whimper and a sob, "Fuck Bucky- Bucky," You plead to him one hand trailing down his neck, his stomach and abdomen, the other already has fingers curling tightly into his waistband.
Bucky practically growls at your touch, his body shuddering violently as your fingers curl into the waistband of his pants that small tug enough to make his hips jerk against yours again, desperate and rough. His lips crash down onto yours in another messy kiss, all teeth and tongue and unrelenting need before he pulls back just enough to speak, his voice wrecked beyond recognition. "Goddamn it," He rasps, "You keep touchin' me like that and I won't last."
Your eyes meet his as they flutter open under his gaze, chest rising and falling as I try to get a control of my breathing, watching him twitch at my touch, feeling him shudder under my hands, the feel of his stubble against my skin still lingering. "Oh baby, I haven't even started.. you're so good to me, look at you, such a good boy I purr as your fingers delve deeper slowly inching his waistband down.
Bucky nearly whimpers at your words, his entire body trembling under your touch, he's never felt like this with anyone else, he's never even come close. He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck, his arms bracketing you in as he lets out a shaky exhale against your skin, completely at your mercy as he lets himself be vulnerable.
"Goddamn it," He growls again, teeth grazing against your skin."Can't think when you talk like that, doll."
"Don't think, just feel." You coo again pushing yourself up under him, your other hand snaking back from his hair down his chest, lingering just above his waistband before bringing both your hands to the fabric and sliding it down keeping my eyes on his, flicking your tongue up against his chin.
Bucky's entire body jerks at your touch, his waistband sliding down as he hovers above you, breath ragged and eyes dark with pure need. The feel of your tongue against his chin makes him groan low in his throat, a desperate sound that vibrates through his chest into yours as he lets himself be pulled apart by you.
"Christ," He grits out, "You're gonna ruin me."
"That's it, so good, so good for me baby. Let me cherish you" You say leaning your head up to kiss his neck pushing his track pants completely off him. A strangled sound leaves Bucky at your words, his eyes practically rolling back into his head as you kiss along his neck, your soft, sweet voice telling him how goddamn good he is for you, how much you want to cherish him.
His pants pool at his ankles before he kicks them off completely with a frustrated huff, his body bare before you for the very first time as he leans back down over you, the need to touch you overwhelming every rational thought in his head.
"Sweetheart.." He rasps softly. "Please.."
"Yes Bucky?" You coax between nipping at his collar bone letting your tongue flick over it to soothe where your teeth grazed. "Please what?"
Bucky gasps as your teeth and tongue mark him, his fingers twitching against the couch cushions where they're braced on either side of you. His breath is coming out in short, uneven bursts now, like he's barely holding himself together under your touch.
"Please let me touch you," He finally begs, voice strained and wrecked, "Want to taste every goddamn inch of you."
As soon as the words leave his lips, you open your legs wider under him, arching up into his naked body, the dampness of your underwear rubbing up against him.
"I'm all yours, Bucky." You say eyes hungrily roaming over his features, the way, he's breathing, the way his eyes flutter closed as you speak.
The sharp intake of breath he takes as you open up underneath him is ragged and rough, his entire body trembling against yours as his eyes rake across every single inch of your face, he looks so wrecked and desperate and completely lost in you right now, like all you have to do is speak one damn word and he'd give you the world.
"You don't even know what you're doing to me, sweetheart." He rasps out, eyes dark as he looks down at you with a needy, possessive gleam in his irises.
A smirk playing at your lips. "Keep whimpering like that and I'll show you just what you do to me." you as your hand comes to tilt his chin up.
Bucky practically chokes at your words his lips parting in a silent moan before he captures yours again in a rough, desperate kiss. His hips grind down against yours with reckless abandon now, his control completely shattered as his hands move to grip your thighs tightly, pulling you even closer to him until there's not even an inch of space left between you. "Fuckin do it then," He growls against your mouth, "Show me."
A glint shines in your eyes as you slowly pull yourself up his body, pushing him back to the couch, straddling his hips, grinding your core into his, feeling him twitch through your underwear.
You let your fingers linger at the hem of your shirt before slowly, teasingly lifting it up your body before throwing it to the floor.
Bucky's eyes widen as you slowly lift your shirt up, revealing inch after inch of your smooth skin to his hungry eyes.
His hands immediately fly to your hips, gripping them with desperate strength as he watches you like you're the most goddamn beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Jesus Christ.." He mutters out, dark gaze raking across your half-naked skin like he's a starving man, like he'd do anything and everything you ask.
You watch him like he's the most incredible gift you have ever received, eyes full of admiration and dark with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good baby, you want that, want me to please you?
Bucky's breath gets caught in his chest as he watches you, the way your eyes flicker across his face, looking at him like he's something amazing, something worthy of your presence. The soft, sweet tone of your voice as you talk to him like he's something precious. He lets out a harsh exhale, eyes fluttering slightly as his hands squeeze your hips.
"Jesus, yes," He breathes out "Want all of you. Anything, everything you'll give. Whatever the hell you want."
"Mmm, that's it baby, let me take care of you." You say placing wet kisses across his neck and collar bones.
Bucky's eyes nearly flutter closed at your kisses, his head tilting back to give you access as he lets out a low, shaky moan. His hands slide across your bare skin, leaving searing trails of heat in his wake his fingers tracing every curve and dip of your body reverently, like you're something to be worshipped.
"Don't care what you do, doll," He rasps out, hips bucking involuntarily up against yours, "Just touch me."
You moan at his words, kissing your way across his chest, placing a delicate kiss to each and every scar, trailing your way across him until you reach his left shoulder where the Vibranium arms meets his body, gasping softly as your fingers trail across his stomach while you take in the deepest scars on his shoulder as you place extra gentle kisses to them.
Bucky shudders under your touch, a strangled breath escaping him as you press those soft kisses to his scars, some of the worst memories he's got are written into his skin like this, but the way you treat them now, so goddamn gently and with such care...it nearly undoes him completely.
His flesh hand tangles in your hair, not pulling, just holding. Like he needs to anchor himself to you or he'll drown. "Fuck," He whispers hoarsely, "No one's ever.. You shouldn't even be lookin' at these."
But his body betrays how much he craves it anyway arching into every single brush of your lips against the jagged edges of himself.
"Beautiful." You whisper between kisses. Your hands on his waist, fingers trembling slightly as you continue kissing his scars. "So beautiful." You whisper again eyes never leaving his body.
Bucky sucks in a sharp breath at your words, like they're something holy, something he never thought he'd hear. His fingers tighten slightly in your hair as he exhales shakily, his chest rising and falling unevenly under your tender touch.
"Don't," his voice cracks for the first time, "Don't lie to me." But there's no venom behind it, just raw vulnerability. Like part of him wants to believe you so badly it hurts.
You move your head back to his, eyes pouring into his like your looking into his soul, seeing him so vulnerable like this sending a possessive pang across my chest. You bring your hands up his body to rest gently on his face, thumbs tracing his jaw once more.
"You are so beautiful Bucky." You say voice full of honesty and truth.
Bucky swallows hard, his breath shaky as his eyes search yours, looking for any hint of dishonesty and finding none. His lips part slightly, like he's about to say something, argue back again, but the words die in his throat when all he sees is your sincerity staring right back at him.
His hand lifts slowly from where it was tangled in your hair, hesitating for just a second before resting against your cheek with heartbreaking gentleness.
Sweetheart.." He murmurs roughly, "Don't know what I did to deserve you." Your eyes twinkle at him, at how he looks like the Sargent you'd seen in pictures. It sends a jolt to you heart, feeling like it's going to pound out of your chest. Your feelings for him taking over every ounce of control you had to protect yourself. You lay a tender to kiss to his lips. Saying everything you didn't admit out loud.
Bucky's eyes flutter closed as your lips meet his, softer this time, but no less intense. It's like every emotion he's ever tried to bury comes rushing to the surface at once, and instead of shoving them down like he usually does, he lets himself feel it all for the first time in years.
His fingers trail down your neck and over your shoulder before gripping your waist again, not pulling you closer yet, just holding on tight like you might disappear if he doesn't,
"You don't gotta say it," He murmurs against your lips, "I know."
Your breath hitches at the realization, you melt into him, completely and utterly enamored with him. You kiss back harder, holding your self to him like you couldn't bear to not be even a sliver apart.
Bucky groans low in his throat as you melt against him, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush to his chest with a possessiveness that leaves no room for escape. Not that you'd want to, anyway.
The way your body fits perfectly against his, the way every sigh and whimper from your lips drives him wild, it's like something out of a damn dream.
He kisses you back just as desperately, lips moving against yours like he's trying to memorize every last second of this moment before it slips away. "Mine." He growls between kisses, "All goddamn mine."
You feel a jolt hit your core, body trembling under his words, you jerk your hips up as you feel yourself start to throb inside you.
Bucky feels the way your body jerks against him, the way you react so perfectly to just his words, and it sends a possessive thrill straight through him. His hands slide down to grip your ass roughly, pulling you even harder against his hips as he lets out a dark, satisfied growl.
"That's right," He rasps hotly against your lips, "You feel that? That's all for me."
His fingers dig into your skin as he rolls up into you again, slow and deliberate this time, letting you feel every single inch of what he's doing to you.
Your head leans back slightly and your eyes nearly roll back as you gasp from how good he feels beneath you grinding himself into you with such a steady force as his hips roll against yours. His fingers gripping you like you're the only thing that mattered.
"Oh fuck- baby.."
Bucky's eyes darken further at the sound of your voice, the way you moan out against him, the way you look wrecked already and he's barely done a damn thing yet, he'd never get tired of seeing you like this.
He nips at your neck roughly, sucking and biting at your skin as he murmurs softly against you, "All for me, sweetheart. You mine. My girl."
The word is barely more than a guttural growl as it leaves his throat, all possessive and dominant and unapologetic. You're sure he can feel the way your entire body is throbbing for him through your underwear, your lips part as you hear him call you his girl. You whimper when he says it melting into him more like that was even possible.
Bucky can goddamn feel how desperate you are for him, the way your body practically quivers under his touch, how you look at him like he hung the goddamn moon, and the way you respond to him as he murmurs those possessive pet names, he's never felt like this for anyone in his life, and he's already addicted to the sound of you begging for him. "Such a pretty girl," He whispers, breath hot against your neck as he starts trailing rough kisses down your collarbone,
"All mine."
Your body jolts and you let out a small cry, pressure building in your core just from how he talks to you. You've never felt so good, your brain foggy and bordering on dizziness, you're completely falling apart under him.
Bucky feels your body tremble under his touch, the way you start to fall apart from just his words alone, it makes something possessive and dark coil tight in his chest. His teeth graze against your pulse point as he murmurs hotly against your skin.
"Look at you, sweetheart. So perfect for me." His hands slide down further, one gripping the back of your thigh to hike it up higher over his hip while the other slips past the waistband of your panties with no hesitation this time.
"Let me hear you. Want every goddamn sound."
Your panting and twitching, your breath catching in your throat every time you try to breathe. Eyes closed head back, rolling your hips towards his hand sliding into your panties.
Bucky groans at the feeling of you under his fingertips, so goddamn slick and already desperate for him, hips rolling instinctively into his touch like you can't help yourself. His breath is ragged as he presses slow, teasing circles against your clit, just enough to make your legs shake but not nearly enough to give you what you truly need.
"Fuck," He rasps out, "You're soaked for me." His voice is dark with satisfaction as he watches every tiny reaction flicker across your face like every single one is a gift just for him.
"Your nod your head slowly , not trusting yourself to try and speak just yet. You roll your hips harder but slower as you press your forehead to his.
Bucky exhales roughly at the way you press your forehead to his, lips parted and eyes fluttering shut like you're already on the edge just from this. He keeps up those slow, maddening circles against your clit, his own breathing uneven as he watches every tiny reaction he pulls from you. "That's it," He murmurs lowly, "Just take what you need." His fingers finally slide lower, dipping inside you with a groan at how tight and wet you are around him already. "Fuckin' perfect."
You clench around him, feeling his fingers slide into with zero resistance, a guttural moan leaves your lips as your hips jerk forward pulling him closer.
Bucky lets out an animalistic growl at the feeling of your body clenching around him, he has to bite down on his lip just to keep himself from throwing you down and taking what he wants so badly he can't think straight.
"So damn good for me, sweetheart," He pants out, fingers driving deeper into you as he starts a rough, uneven pace now, "You think you're gonna be able to take it like a good girl?"
You nod frantically, panting and crying out with every thrust back into you.
Bucky moans as he watches you nod desperately, all needy and pliant and completely at your mercy right now, he's never seen anything so goddamn amazing in his life. "Yeah?" He growls, voice so raspy he sounds almost strangled at this point, "You gonna give me everything, sweetheart? Gonna let me have all of you, just like a good girl would?"
You head flies back as you feel pressure building quickly, "I -I - close." You stammer out body practically buzzing.
Bucky feels the way your body tenses up around his fingers, the telltale tightening of your muscles as you get closer and closer to the edge and he doesn't let up for a second. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, curling just right inside you to make sure he hits that perfect spot with every single movement.
"Come on," He groans out roughly, "Do it. Cum for me." His thumb presses down hard on your clit at the same time, no mercy, no hesitation. "Now."
Your body goes stiff, a gasp leaves your lips, your eyes shooting open to his, your jaw dropping, tongue loose in your mouth as you feel yourself gush on to hip, your thighs dripping.
Bucky's eyes are locked onto yours as you release, watching every single micro-expression of pleasure flash across your face, the way your body tightens around him before absolutely falling apart under his touch. He doesn't let up for a second, fingers still working you through every last wave until you're trembling against him and gasping for air. "Goddamn," He rasps out, voice wrecked, "Look at that." His fingers finally slow before pulling away, but not without giving one last teasing flick to your oversensitive clit just to hear you whimper again.
"So fuckin pretty when I make you lose control."
Your eyes glued to his, you can't control your own impulses and grab his wrist bringing his fingers to your lips and slowly running your tongue across your lips as your lips part and you bring your tongue to taste yourself on him before bringing your lips down around his tasting every last drop.
Bucky's body jerks in response, a guttural sound ripped from the back of his throat at the sight of you tasting yourself on his fingers like that. Goddamn, the way your tongue traces his knuckles, the way you look up at him and suck gently on his digits, it's enough to make a lesser man lose his goddamn mind. His other hand comes up from your hip to grip your jaw, his thumb brushing across your lip just to feel the softness of your mouth.
"Christ," He growls out, "You're gonna be the death of me."
You release him from your mouth and place a tender kiss to the back of his hand before kissing down his arm as you slowly drop to your knees between his legs, hands running across his thighs, still wet from your release.
Any thoughts of having the upper hand here fly out the goddamn window in an instant when you drop to your knees in front of him. Bucky's jaw goes slightly slack, his eyes wide and dark, and his breath coming out in harsh, quick pants as he looks down at you like you're some kind of vision, some kind of goddamn gift sent down just for him.
"Christ," He mutters out again, voice rough as sandpaper, "You look so pretty on your knees for me."
Your tongue darts out running across your swollen and blushed bottom lip as your flick your hair over your shoulder and tilt your head as you dart your tongue across the base of his shaft, holding your tongue flat against him as you hungrily lick your way up, when you reach the top, you place a wet kiss to the head of his cock, eyes watching his every reaction.
Bucky's entire body tensed up like a bowstring the moment you touch him, the sudden burst of pleasure making his hands snap up to the back of the couch and dig in like he needed something to anchor himself to. "Jesus Christ," He rasps out, voice almost strangled, as he stares down at you through hooded eyes.
"You- you don't have to, you don't have to do that.."
"Do you want me to stop?" You say innocently, lips barely brushing against him. A small smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.
Bucky makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat when you drag your lips teasingly across him, your voice low and sweet and so goddamn innocent he almost lets out a whimper in response before he gets ahold of himself.
"God no," He growls out, all the muscles in his arms tensed and quivering with the effort it's taking to stop himself from grabbing you and hauling you back up against him, "Please, don't stop."
"Mmm, there's my good boy." You say before your mouth wraps around him.
Bucky damn near lets out a whine when you call him "good boy," something that should be too damn simple and yet drives him goddamn insane when it comes from your lips. His fingers flex against the couch, gripping so tightly he's surprised the leather doesn't tear.
"Jesus...you" He gasps out, voice barely more than a strangled moan. His head falls back, eyes squeezing shut as he lets out a harsh, ragged exhale. "Oh Jesus, you don't know what that does to me."
"So tell me" You purr after slowly bringing your mouth back up, tasting yourself on him.
Bucky shudders at the way you look up at him, your lips swollen and glistening, tasting like both of you now, and he thinks he might legitimately pass out if this keeps going.
"Makes me wanna ruin you," He grits out between clenched teeth, "Wanna fuck that pretty mouth until I can't think straight." His hips jerk upward slightly against his will, betraying how desperate he really is to do exactly that.
You moan sending vibrations through him as you take him back inside your mouth, one hand at his base guiding him in, and the other softly trailing down his thigh.
Bucky practically growls as you take him back in, the vibration from your moan tearing through him like an electric shock. His fingers bury themselves in your hair, not pulling yet but gripping tight enough that you can feel just how goddamn close he is to losing control completely.
"Goddamn it," He rasps out roughly, "You got no idea how hard it's gettin' to not fuck up into that pretty mouth."
Your eyes beam up at him, egging him on, mouth still working on him as you shuffle on your knees to allow him easy access to thrust into your mouth.
Bucky looks down at you through half-lidded eyes like he's in a goddamn trance. You're looking up at him so sweetly but still so filthy, like you're begging him to wreck you, and he thinks he'd die happy if he never saw anything else as long as he lives.
"Jesus," He pants out, "You're too good at this, you really gonna take whatever I give you, sweetheart? His hand slides down from your hair to grip your throat tenderly instead.
Your eyes flutter shut, as you guttural moan against him, working him harder as his fingers wrap around your throat.
Bucky's hand tightens slightly enough to let you feel the press of his fingers just above your pulse point, but not enough to cut off your air completely, not yet. Then he starts slowly rubbing little circles against your throat with his thumb just gentle enough to feel.
"Can I?" His voice is thick with need but there's still a hint of uncertainty, like he still wants you to decide. "Can I be a little bit rough?"
Your eyes open with a flutter, leaning into his touch as much as you can you still work him with your mouth, "Mmhmm," you moan into him, your eyes giving the okay.
Bucky lets out a low groan as you moan into him, your eyes fluttering back open with so much trust in them that it nearly kills him. His fingers tighten just enough to send a rush of delicious heat through you before he finally gives in, carefully guiding your head down further with his other hand until your nose brushes his stomach.
"That's it," He rasps out, watching the way your lips stretch around him, something possessive and rough threading through his voice. "Take every goddamn inch."
Your body jolts as you let him guide you down his length. Taking him in, savoring every last inch of him. Your eyes close as you feel them start to water. You don't want to stop though, feeling him under you, every twitch, every pant sending sparks through you body. He feels amazing inside you.
Bucky throws his head back with a guttural groan as he feels your eyes flutter shut and that little jolt rush through you, like you just love being used like this, being at his mercy.
"Jesus Christ, You're perfect," He pants out, one hand gripping your jaw and the other the back of your head, still not pushing, just touching you like he needs to feel as much as he can. "Can't- can't believe you're real."
You glide your tongue around, urging him to keep going, to go harder.
Bucky is just about at his limit but he's also still holding onto some scrap of self-control, still desperate not to take more than you'd give him. But the sounds you're making, the way he feels you so goddamn desperate to do this for him, he's not gonna last much longer if you keep up like this.
"Sweetheart," He rasps out, "I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that, you really wanna?"
You slowly pull yourself off him, licking your lips cleaning up some of the drool at the side of lips and running down my chin. Now a mix of my own spit, my own juices and his. I kiss my way down his shaft. "Use me, use my mouth." You purr flicking your tongue against his balls.
Bucky groans, his entire body jerking at the slick heat of your tongue against him again. His hands are shaking now where they grip the back of the couch, fingers flexing like he needs something to hold onto so badly it hurts. "Christ-fuck.." He rasps out, his eyes locking onto yours as you look up at him from between his thighs like that.
"You sure?" Even though his voice is rough with need there's still a hint of uncertainty in there, like part of him can't believe you'd want this as much as he does.
"More sure than I've ever been." You say softly, parting your lips around him and kissing his tip before allowing myself to slide down further, waiting for him to use you.
Bucky lets out a guttural sound, almost a whimper at the way you look up at him like that, trust and need and something darker flickering in your eyes. His hands slowly release the couch cushion, instead moving to gently grip your hair, not pulling but just holding you still. "Just.." He rasps out, eyes fluttering shut, "Just tell me to stop if it's too much, okay sweetheart? I can't- can't hold back if you keep looking at me like that, but I need to know if it's too much."
You slow your tongue on him, watching him with anticipation but showing him you trust him, that you'll tap out if you need to.
Bucky lets out a ragged exhale, one hand buried in your hair, the other gripping your jaw as he starts moving his hips forward carefully. He keeps his eyes locked onto yours, making sure you're okay even as he feels himself getting closer and closer to that edge. "That's it." he rasps out roughly, "So fuckin' perfect.
His voice is wrecked beyond repair now, his thrusts shallow at first but growing faster as you take him like this
"Sweetheart, I'm gonna -fuck, you feel too good.
You hum through him in encouragement, hands running over his body opening your mouth wider around him.
Bucky's head falls back as a guttural sound is torn from his throat when he feels you take him deeper, the sound so damn desperate he barely even recognizes it as his own voice. "Jesus- Jesus." He gasps out, voice ragged as he gently pulls on your hair, "You're gonna-I'm gonna, if you don't stop, you know-I can't- I can't- can'."
Your eyes flutter up to his, tears across your cheeks as he thrusts harder, your watching him with dark eyes, brimming with need and borderline feral need.
Bucky looks down at you with hooded eyes, all wild, dark and possessive as he stares at you, completely wrecked by the look in your eyes, by the way you open up for him, take whatever he gives you like you love it. He never thought someone like you would look like that, like you're desperate for him, like there's nothing you need more in this world than him. "Sweetheart, sweetheart, I just- I need" he pants out, voice desperate and guttural between ragged breaths.*
You whimper as each thrust lands in your throat, juices running down your chin, you can feel him twitch inside so close to releasing inside you. You push your mouth a little further onto him feeling his tip hit against your throat.
Bucky loses the battle with himself completely when you push forward like that, your throat flexing around him as he bottoms out inside your mouth.
His entire body jerks violently, a choked-out groan ripping from his chest before he finally, finally lets go. "F-fuck, oh god, sweetheart he rasps out between wrecked gasps, "I can't-I'm gonna -gonna cum down your fucking throat, fuck-"
You take him all, holding yourself against him as you feel his release shoot into you, filling your mouth with warmth. Bucky groans loudly, the loudest he's let himself be in a goddamn long time, letting himself just come undone completely. His fingers flex against your hair and jaw, clinging to you like you're his lifeline, like you're the only goddamn thing that keeps him grounded right now. He can feel your body trembling against his legs, the way his release shoots down your throat, and he looks down at you so wrecked his entire body shakes with it.
"Jesus Christ. You're amazing." He groans, voice raspy and rough as he looks down at you. "Can you can you crawl up here?"
You pull yourself off him making sure to taste every last drop not wanting to waste any, you use your thumb to scoop the last of it off your chin and into your mouth as you straddle his hips once more.
"You taste so fucking good, baby." You purr out, savoring his taste in your mouth.
Bucky's eyes follow your every movement like a goddamn hawk, watching you lap him up and taste him off your thumb with a possessive heat in his eyes. He's never seen anything sexier than you like this, never thought anyone could look this good tasting him down like that.
"Jesus," He rasps out, voice still thick with need.
"You-you really like that, huh?" His hands slide around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap and into a deep, rough kiss, not even caring that you can taste yourself on his lips.
You moan into the kiss, tongues tangling as you let him taste himself in your mouth. Melting into him as his fingers slide up your waist.
His broad hand spreads out on your back, palm spanning your entire lower back and pulling you closer, your chest flush against his. The kiss is deep and messy, hungry and desperate and filled with every damn desire Bucky thinks he's been keeping buried since the moment he met you.
He groans into your mouth when you moan softly, his hand slipping up and gripping the nape of your neck again, his fingers buried in your hair as he devours your mouth.
You whimper as his hands move over you, your own hands wrapping around his neck pulling yourself closer, tilting my head so he has full control of the kiss.
Bucky lets out a rough groan against your lips as you tilt your head, so damn obedient, so eager for him to take what he wants. His grip tightens in your hair and on the small of your back, pulling you flush against him letting you feel every goddamn inch of his body pressed into yours.
"Perfect." He murmurs against your mouth, "So fuckin' perfect like this."
His hips rock up once, just enough to remind you exactly how much he still wants you. You gasp at him jerking his hips to yours, feeling him still solid underneath you. You're eyes widen at how fast he's ready to go again, a smile playing at your lips.
Bucky smirks up at you, his own lips swollen and kiss-bitten, eyes still dark with lust as he watches the way your lips part in surprise.
"What?" He teases roughly, "Surprised? Sweetheart, after what you just did to me? Ain't no goddamn way I'm lettin' this end yet.
His fingers grip your waist tighter, sliding down to hitch you higher on his hips so that his tip presses right against where you need him most, warm and hard even through the thin fabric of your panties. "Unless," he murmurs, voice dropping low again, "You're tired already?"
"Ah - fuck - Bucky - yes - yes" You pant pressing your forehead to his to center yourself.
Bucky groans at the sound of your voice, hoarse and wrecked already as you cling to him. His hands drag down your back possessively, fingers digging in just hard enough that you'll feel it later when he holds you like this.
"That's it," He rasps out, breath hot against your lips, "Say my name again, just like that." He rolls his hips up against yours, slow but firm, letting you feel every ridge of him through the thin fabric between you. "Want me to take these off?"
"Yes- yes- please - yes -Bucky" You whimper rolling your hips down on him.
Bucky's breath hitches at the way you say his name like that, so needy, so desperate for him. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties in one quick motion, yanking them down just enough to expose you before he grips your hips and pulls you flush against him again.
"Christ," He groans, "Look at you." His thumbs trace slow circles on your bare skin as he watches how easily his cock presses right where you want him most, already slick and ready for him. "Gonna take me just like this, sweetheart?"
Trembling, already feeling yourself thick and wet with slick. "Yes, yes, anything for you Sargent." You say practically begging.
Bucky growls at your words, his grip tightening on your hips as he shifts you into position, lining himself up with a slow roll of his hips. He watches every single reaction flash across your face, your trembling, the way you fall apart just from the promise of him filling you up again. "God," He rasps out roughly, "You beg so damn pretty."
Then he drags you down onto him in one smooth motion, groaning when your body swallows him whole.
You cry out a load moan, head tipping back eyes shut, "Ye-ah- oh my- fuck." You pant not caring that some poor strangers outside might hear you.
Bucky moans at the way you cry out for him, your voice raw and hoarse already and he's only just gotten started.
"Jesus, Jesus Christ," He moans softly, "Feel so goddamn good around me, sweetheart."
He grips your face, his thumb rubbing over your lip as he looks up at you through his lashes.
"Wanna see you when I take you, okay? Open your eyes for me, wanna see that."
You open your eyes bringing you face to his once more, rolling your hips down as you bounce on him bringing yourself up just high enough that he almost slips out before pushing back down with a steady pace. Eyes locked on his, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably.
Bucky bites his lip so hard he thinks he might draw blood, trying with every ounce of self control he has to not flip you over and take you on the counter in front of him, but god damn, the look you're giving him. You're looking at him with so damn much passion, so damn much need, and you're taking him so goddamn perfectly, he knows he'd do anything to keep that sight of you just like this for himself, and no one else.
He runs a hand up your back, fingers tangling in your hair before pulling your head to his. The kiss is all messy and rough and teeth and tongue, just messy and desperate and like he's dying for the taste of you.
"I'm the only goddamn person you're going to be looking at with those pretty eyes, understand?" He murmurs against your lips. "No one else gets to touch you but me."
You moan louder at his possession on you. Only ever wanting to be his, the words send a jolt through your body.
Bucky hears the way you moan, how you respond, to him telling you he's the only one who gets to touch you. He likes seeing you looking at him like that, so needy and desperate, like you're his.
"That's it," He growls out, "That's it. I like hearing you moan like that, sweet girl. Like you're mine."
"I'm yours, I'm yours." You plead between heavy panting as you move yourself up and down him. Your breath hitching whenever he thrusts back into you.
Bucky's grip tightens on your hips, rough enough to bruise, but not hard enough for you to want him to stop. He meets every one of your desperate movements with a sharp thrust of his own, his jaw clenched so tight it hurts just to keep from losing it completely at the sight of you like this.
"Say it again," He demands, voice guttural and raw, "Tell me who the hell you belong to."
"I'm yours Bucky, all of me, it's all for you." You cry out pleasure pulsing through you, it's almost dizzying.
Bucky groans deep and primal at your words, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you down harder onto him with every snap of his hips. His forehead presses against yours, breath ragged and hot between desperate kisses. "Damn right you are," He rasps out roughly, "Gonna make sure everyone fucking knows it." His hands slide up to grip your throat lightly, just enough pressure to make your pulse flutter under his fingertips.
"Ahhh- yes- yes- baby d- dont stop- please," You choke out nearly a sob as your vision blurs.
Bucky swallows hard against your throat at the way you're begging, your voice so desperate for him it makes his heart damn near stop. No one, no one has ever begged him for anything like this, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't do something to his ego.
"Look at you," He groans against your skin. "All desperate and begging for me, sweetheart. You like it, don't you? Like me having you like this, completely at my mercy."
"Bucky-I- I'm-" you try to finish your sentence but a pulse rushes through your core like before, and you're nearly at your breaking point.
Bucky feels it, the way your body starts to tighten around him, that telltale clench that means you're right on the goddamn edge again. His hands slide down to grip your hips harder, helping you move faster as his own thrusts turn sharper, more desperate. "I know," he growls, "I feel it. Go on, sweetheart, let go for me."
His fingers dig in just enough to leave marks, like he wants proof tomorrow of exactly who made you fall apart like this.
You bite your lip, hard. Nearing drawing blood. Your moans turned to heavy pants as you feel your body ripple, "I'm gonna- so- close" you breath before you feel it snap inside you, your body shuddering as you gush on him, harder this time, soaking the both of you.
Bucky lets out a filthy moan at the feeling of you coming apart around him, his grip tightening on your hips to keep you exactly where he wants you as he watches your face twist in pleasure. He can't help but grind up into the slick heat of you, dragging his own release right back to the surface again with how good it feels.
"Jesus Christ," he grits out between clenched teeth,"You're gonna ruin me." His hips jerk up once, twice more before he finally loses it, burying himself deep as his own orgasm crashes over him with a guttural groan.
Your forehead pressed to his, jaw slack as you watch his eyes as he releases inside you. Bucky's forehead stays pressed to yours as he comes undone, eyes locked on you like he's memorizing every second of this. His hands slide up your back, pulling you even closer as his body shudders through the aftershocks, his breath ragged against your lips. "Fuck," He mutters hoarsely, "You feel- Christ-you feel too good."
His fingers brush gently through your hair now, softer than before, almost reverent.
"I've never felt like that.." You whisper, your breathing at a more manageable pace now.
Bucky's fingers keep stroking softly through your hair, his thumb tracing gently over your jaw as he looks you over. You looked so goddamn beautiful like this, breath ragged and eyes heavy with pleasure, like you belonged right there with him. The most beautiful goddamn thing he'd ever laid eyes on. His hand moves again, brushing over the mark he'd left on your neck earlier, something dark and possessive flaring in his eyes again.
"No one else has ever made you feel like that, huh?"
Summary: Unceremoniously dumped by your scumbag boyfriend Bucky's mission is to spend Valentine's Day cheering you up & showing you what it would belike to be Bucky Barnes's girl, maybe he's shooting his shot, maybe he's just that darn charming
Warnings: Angst (just the start), Fluffy Bucky, Swearing, Smut, NSFW, P in V, Oral (Female), unprotected sex, Dom Bucky
A/N: Happy Valentine's, enjoy this one shot with Beefy Bucky, I thought this would be a nice intermission for the Valentine's Season. Also FYI, no STD's or unplanned pregnancies (unless a plot) in my multiverse so no condoms are ever used. As per usual I cannot keep my word count concise!!
Dumped, discarded, cast aside, kicked to the curb, whatever you wanted to call it, you were it & you were sat in a restaurant trying to hold it together whilst the humiliation of being brought into a public space to be told you’re not good enough, not special enough, not pretty enough, not her was being laid out in black & white. You could feel your lip wobbling, the familiar sob climbing up your throat trying to escape as you begged yourself to cut off all emotions until you could get back home.
You nodded along hoping he would stop the character assassination that was effortlessly rattling off, like he had been practicing it for weeks in the mirror. You thought you had been happy together & that he was getting ready to ask you to move in with him, but you were told you were dumb to not see how miserable you made him. There was only so much you could take & when he mentioned her, his 22-year-old secretary he had been sleeping with for weeks, who just ‘got him’, you stood up, tossed your drink over his head & walked out.
The cab ride home was a battle of wills between your absolute need to keep it together at all times versus your impending emotional outburst with the growing realisation that you were destined to die alone & get eaten by the 15 cats you would inevitably accumulate being single for the rest of your life.
The rest of your night was spent isolated, crying, eating pizza, drinking wine & browsing cat rescue sites trying to find the first step towards the rest of your life, you couldn’t believe you wasted a year of your life with a scumbag who would dump you the day before Valentine’s day.
You should have phoned in sick, there was no way you were in the mood to face anyone, even if Tony would have wrongly assumed it was because it was Valentine’s Day & you would be too busy fucking your boyfriend all day to work, except the reality would be you crying, burning your Ex-Boyfriends belongings & self-reflecting to assess what was actually wrong with you & why couldn’t you keep a man interested.
Instead, you were numb, sat zoned out in the meeting room by your boss’ side trying to look like you were paying attention, you were barely holding it together avoiding all eye contact with the team filled with spies & assassins, at least two of them would be able to spot the obvious tells that not all was well.
‘Alright, any other business.’
Sam repeatedly elbowing Bucky who ignored him completely perked up, ‘Yeah, these monthly meetings suck, it’s Valentine’s day, why we even working?’
‘Make sure you note down that sass from Bird Man, Short Stack.’
Apart from Tony’s very annoying nickname, you hadn’t heard what had been said, hoping that it was never brought up again you scribbled down ‘I want to go home’ so it looked as though you were at least doing something.
Bucky had already noticed the sullen expression the second he laid eyes on you, the heavier than usual makeup & overall lack of spunk you usually have was a dead giveaway. Sam may have told him not to use that phrase anymore, for reasons still unclear to him but that was the best way to describe it, it was like your light had gone out.
Usually when Tony used that moniker you’d be ready with a jibe to throw straight back at him, he may have been your boss, but you weren’t ever afraid to put the billionaire in his place, so you completely passing over the nickname meant you were somewhere else in your head & not ok, something was wrong & he needed to get to the bottom of it.
You held back in the meeting room until all the superheroes had piled out to try & avoid any interactions, unfortunately a certain burly super soldier didn’t quite get the memo & was waiting for you outside. The brunette’s face completely serious, brows furrowed & arms crossed as he examined you walking towards him, ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing’s wrong Bucky, I’m fine.’ You tried a half assed smile; a smile you wouldn’t even be able to convince Ethel your blind neighbour was real let alone the trained assassin in front of you.
‘Don’t you dare lie to me Petal, you may be able to fool them but not me. Now tell me what happened, I won’t ask again, did something happen at dinner last night?’
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like when Bucky used his serious voice, when the Sargent in him came out, you always followed his orders.
Breathing out a shaky sigh you looked around, as if anyone cared enough to listen in on what you were about to say, damn your bottom lip for wobbling & the tears gathering in your eyes, traitor. ‘He broke up with me, said he was sleeping with his secretary & I wasn’t pretty or good enough for him.’
Somehow Bucky managed to quell the internal rage that was flowing through the synaptic’s in his brain, the plates in his arm were begging to be recalibrated from the tension running through his body, don’t trigger a reset, don’t trigger a reset. He could taste the impending murder on his tongue but that had to wait, he needed to be the mechanical shoulder for you to cry on right now.
He grabbed you, enclosing you entirely in his arms, his overwhelming warmth thawing your cold exterior & his big arms squeezing you tightly, it was the exact comfort you needed. ‘Oh darlin’, why didn’t you call me?’
Smushed against his solid chest your voice was muffled, ‘Didn’t want to bother ya.’
‘You know you wouldn’t have.’
You managed a shrug against him, ‘It’s Valentine’s you might have had plans.’
He moved his vibranium arm from around you, holding your face with his cool metallic hand to make sure you were looking at him, brushing the few fallen tears from your cheeks, ‘There are no plans too important to stop me coming & getting you.’
You managed a genuine half smile, the cloud over you not quite lifting, but it was now surrounded by a little Bucky Barnes shaped rainbow & you appreciated it more than you could ever convey to him.
Bucky sat pensively in the lounge, despite his protests that you should take the day off, he walked you to your office at your insistence that working would help keep your mind of him, he secretly enjoyed the way you now said him, it was very much in the same tone he had been using for the last year.
So, he had been sitting since racking his brains, trying to think of ways to help you, to build you back up & forget about that loser & in the Super Soldier’s mind he was the biggest most idiotic loser on the face of the planet to let you go so willingly. Chump.
Tony strolled into the common area noticing the absolute anguish on the centurion’s face staring into space, ‘What’s up terminator?’
He rubbed his face trying to reset his mind & entertain a conversation with Tony, ‘Nothing, just thinking.’
‘Wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with my diminutive 2nd in command who has been on 4 separate trips to the bathroom to cry this morning … so far.’ He stood crossing his arms, hoping to get to the bottom of it & thought Bucky would be the one you opened up to, because the pathetic excuse you gave him for being so sniffly wasn’t cutting it & you usually had the 6ft Super Solider shadow following you everywhere.
He clenched his jaw at the belittling nickname Tony seemed to revel in, ‘Stop calling her little, she doesn’t like it.’
He narrowed his eyes, ‘Bit touchy when it comes to her, aren’t you? You like her?’
Bucky shook his head angry that he was poking his nose in where it didn’t belong, ‘Not the time Tony.’
‘Why not?’
‘Not your business.’
‘Let’s see, protective bodyguard mode has been activated, weepy crying employee on Valentine’s Day, I take it that snake she was wasting her time with has shown his true colours?’
Bucky let out an audible sigh, ‘Something like that.’
‘What a dick.’ He clenched his jaw, already ordering you some flowers on his phone, a smirk crossed his face & he glanced back up at the sulking Super Soldier. ‘Hey, now she’s single, you should shoot your shot.’
To Bucky the billionaire just casually let out, like it was nothing, an afterthought, like it was completely normal to pounce on someone 12 hours after being blindsided by a breakup. ‘Absolutely not, she needs comfort & cheering up, not a 107-year-old hitting on her.’
In Tony’s mind, the stars were finally aligning for two people who anyone could see looked at each other with love hearts in their eyes most of the time to finally get together, they just needed a push. ‘Trust me when I say she wouldn’t mind a certain 107-year old’s attention.’
‘Steve?’
‘Jesus I’m surrounded by idiots, not Steve, you, you complete putz’
The super solider was trying to stifle his smile at the thought of you being into him but failing miserably, shaking his head in protest, ‘I don’t think so.’
‘Well, I so happen to know so. I’m not saying declare your undying love for her & propose, just shoot your shot, take her mind off the breakup & whatever he did, make her see that you’re the one she should be with.’
Just like that, like it was a piece of cake, easy as 1,2,3, he swore sometimes he was secretly dumb & not a so-called genius everyone said he was, it took Bucky 3 months to say hello to you when he first met you, so by his calculations he would be asking you out in 2054.
‘He cheated for weeks with his secretary & said she wasn’t pretty enough or good enough for him.’ The words pained him to say out loud, he couldn’t imagine how hurtful they were for you to hear.
The billionaire’s eyes went wide, ‘Excuse me, how are you not murdering him right now?’
‘Oh, trust me a plan is percolating, but I wanted to make sure she was ok before I spend the rest of my life in prison for repeatedly throwing him off the empire state building.’
‘Oh, I like the sound of repeatedly. Ok, new plan, you spend the day tending to her, sweep her off her feet, get her out of her office … but not into your bed & I’ll pay him a visit, can’t promise murder but I’m sure I have a few gadgets that will put the fear of Thor in him.’
You were sat sulking in your office, not really working, just staring at words on a screen, you didn’t want to be at work, but you didn’t want to be at home either, despite the bonfire you had planned in your head with his expensive suits he kept in your walk in, which admittedly did sound like fun.
A gentle knock & a wiggle of the handle told you it was Bucky waiting outside your office, you buzzed him in & as the door opened all you could see were flowers, a huge bunch that somehow eclipsed the Super Solider stood in the doorway holding them.
It was comical watching him struggle, trying his best not to knock any of the perfect blooms on his way in, you wondered how he could be so agile on the battlefield when he was such a clutz off it at times, adorable really when you thought about it.
‘How can I help you soldier?’
He used to hate people referring to him by his military positions but whenever you did it there was something in him that went feral, it felt like you were submitting to him & you were always such a good girl when he told you to do something in his lower pitched voice.
The twitch in his pants at the thought of what that would translate to in the bedroom needed taming before he embarrassed himself, it might not be the 40s anymore but by god if punching a colleague for humming too loudly got him a meeting in HR, getting a boner in front of one in a professional setting definitely would.
‘Well, it’s Valentine’s Day & I wanted to buy you some flowers & put a smile on your face.’
‘Mission success Sargent.’ You really did have a wide smile on your face from the sweet gesture, he was such a good guy, sometimes you wish everyone could see it but a little part of you were happy it seemed to be reserved for only you.
‘Oh this, this is just the start, my Girl on Valentine’s Day doesn’t just get flowers, she gets the whole day.’
You raised your brows, trying your absolute best to not grin like the Cheshire Cat at him calling you his girl, ‘A whole day huh? Lucky me. Not to throw a spanner in the works here but ya girl gotta work.’
‘No you don’t, cleared it with Tony so you’ve got the rest of the day off.’ He looked so happy with himself & you really didn’t understand why the hunk of a man in front of you had a reputation for being frightening, the man was a big teddy bear.
It had been an interesting journey to say the least, experiencing Bucky’s vintage car with the top down sounded so much fun, especially when he pulled you close & had his arm around you but the way your hair lashed about in the wind made you realise why the women in the old movies always had head scarves on. At one-point Bucky’s eyes were streaming when a particular gust of wind whipped him in the eye with a chunk of your hair, no number of apologies you gave seemed enough & thankfully he just seemed to find it funny.
Once you tamed the bird’s nest sat on top of your head you stood in excitement looking on the fairground that had been at the heart of so many of Steve & Bucky’s stories, Coney Island where dreams where not quite made of but that didn’t matter, you loved it.
‘It doesn’t exactly look the same but I’m sure we’ll find our way around just fine.’ Bucky was practically giddy, pulling your connected hand towards the entrance, ‘you know me & Steve once rode the Ferris wheel with these two dames, Sandy & Delores I think their names were, & Steve freaked out because it was so high up & threw up on his date.’
You always noticed his accent thickened when he talked about his youth, seeing him like this made you wish you had known him back then, but having heard many stories about Bucky from Steve, he would probably have been chasing tail rather than wasting his time hanging about with you
He led you to a food shack that, according to the sign, served New York’s best hot dogs, ‘whaddya say Doll, one hotdog or two?’
‘One please, with onions & mustard.’
‘Coming up, what my girl wants, my girl gets.’
You sat on the bench whilst he waited for your order, the day certainly had taken a turn & you were beyond grateful for Bucky, he really was the sweetest guy you knew so it didn’t even shock you with how extra he was being in an effort to take your mind off things.
You realised as he approached, carrying way more hot dogs than any normal human could eat at once & a huge bag of candyfloss under his arm, that you hadn’t thought of him at all with Bucky around. He really was the best & you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy him referring to you as his girl, the man was the hottest guy you’d ever laid eyes on so a few hours escaping reality & experiencing what it was like being Bucky Barnes’s Girl wasn’t something you were going to pass up, even if it was just for the day.
He plonked himself down beside you, handing you your order & placing the candy floss at your side, then throwing his arm over your shoulder pulling you as close as possible to you, he always seemed to like you close. You shuffled into his side, so you could rest your head on his shoulder as you both sat eating your food & watching all the people casually walking by.
‘Do you wish you could go back?’
‘Sometimes, if only to see my Ma & Sisters but there’s a few things now that are better.’
‘Hmm’ you took a bite, was it the best? Maybe, but maybe it was the setting & company you found yourself with that was making it taste better than it actually did.
‘Yeah, the food,’ He proceeded to take a dramatically large bite making you giggle as he chomped it down, ‘the technology, the company too.’ He gave your shoulder a squeeze & leaned down to kiss your head that was happily resting on him.
‘Hmmm well I’m glad you’re here, I’ll tell Tony to hold off on the time machine to send you both back.’
You loved making the Super Solider laugh, he didn’t do it often, but it was like music to your ears when you were blessed with it, so when he found that comment as funny as he did, you joined him in letting it all out, there you were, two idiots laughing on a bench & it was wonderful. You felt so much lighter, like nothing could bother you with Bucky around, you felt safe, cherished & looked after, you needed someone like Bucky. Fat Chance.
You spent the rest of the day on rides, laughing, eating & sharing stories, there was a moment on top of the Ferris wheel where you thought Bucky was leaning in to kiss you, but he just found a bit of lint on your shoulder & was trying to assess if it was Ant Man needing assistance so needed to get closer.
Sure, you were disappointed, & no you didn’t see any actual lint, you always harboured a harmless crush on the Super Solider, who wouldn’t with him being so sweet & handsome, but it was such an odd feeling to not feel at all sad that less than 24 hours ago you were in love with someone else then unceremoniously dumped, or at least you thought you were in love. Hmm.
He walked you to your apartment block, insisting on making sure you were safe in your home before he left, you supposed he of all people knew the dangers of the world so of course invited him up, you didn’t want him to ever leave your side if you were being honest.
You were both settled on your sofa, him nursing a beer & you a glass of wine, ‘Don’t think I don’t appreciate this Bucky because I absolutely do, but why did you do all this for me today?’
‘Why wouldn’t I want to cheer up a person going through something, especially when they are my favourite person?’
It was like your heart skipped an entire beat hearing those words, the oversized Super Solider wasn’t the most forthcoming with his feelings ever, you thought, so to hear that from him meant the world to you, ‘Your favourite?’
Come on Bucky, now or never, ‘Look, Tony said I shouldn’t ask you to marry me or anything & I won’t, I won’t, I promise, but he said I should just shoot my shot, so look it started out as me wanting to cheer you up & make you smile because it’s always my favourite thing to do but at the same time maybe I just let you know that when you’re ready there are other people out there that would be happy to have you all to themselves & will know the treasure they’re holding. Not saying who, but if you don’t mind an age gap of say 72 years, there’s a certain single super solider that wouldn’t mind taking you to the movies, dinner & dancing.’
He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he just came out with it, simple as that & his brain wasn’t even shouting at him to jump straight out of your window to the safety of not knowing what it feels like to be rejected from the only woman he’s wanted for 80 years.
You smirked trying your absolute best to stop yourself from jumping his bones, ‘Steve can dance?’
Thankfully he knew Steve was more like a brother to you, so you were just playing with him, so he dramatically clutched his chest, ‘Why … why would you willing to inflict pain on me like that Petal?’
You giggled narrowing your eyes, ‘So he can orrrr….?’
Watching how his eyes darkened sent a thrill down your spine & a deep throb to your clit, he moved closer towards you on the sofa, knees knocking, tracing finger up & down your thigh whilst he drew his tongue along his lower lip, it was a hypnotic, ‘You’d be too much for Steve sweetheart, you need someone who can be firm with you.’
You arched your brow, loving where this conversation was going & the way he grasped you flesh, you dropped your shoulder & looked up at him as innocently as you could drawing out your voice as seductively as possible before biting your lip, ‘is that right Sarge?’
‘Absolutely Petal.’ He couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from where your teeth indented your plump pout, he was desperate to run his thumb along it to release it & replace it with his mouth.
‘hmmm so a firm, single, super soldier?’
Almost looking cocky he managed to pull his focus back to your eyes, raising a brow, ‘Know any?’
You had your finger & thumb pinching your chin in faux contemplation, ‘Not ringing any bells Sarge.’
‘Let me remind you.’
Ding, Ding, Ding. He pulled your face to his crashing your lips together, holding your head in his hands, the contrast between flesh & metal was so uniquely Bucky & you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to go back to two regular hands.
It felt as though every kiss you had ever had before now were pecks on the cheek in comparison, because Bucky Barnes could kiss like nothing else, the absolute passion & desire he could communicate with his tongue had you on a plane of existence you never knew was available, what else could he do with it?
Every moment connected was erasing the last year of your life, why did you waste your time on that waste of space when this was available the whole time?
It wasn’t long until you were pulled onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs & grinding down onto the prominent bulge he was sporting, moaning as it made contact with your centre.
Between kisses he finally managed to string a full sentence together, ‘Are you sure? Feel like I’m taking advantage of your weakened emotional state.’
You giggled into his mouth, ‘Have you been watching Dr Phil again?’
‘Maybe, but I don’t want you to regret anything.’ The way he held your face back to take a pause & make sure it was what you wanted almost made you cry, this sweet man who did nothing but take care of you wanted you & there wasn’t a better feeling you’d ever had.
Connecting your foreheads, you looked deeply into his gorgeous ocean eyes, ‘The only thing I will regret is not doing it sooner & wasting my time on him.’
‘Really?’
You nodded, ‘Make me forget soldier.’
Your mouths were connected again but this time his hands moved with purpose freeing you of the layers that kept him from the entirety of you, quickly reciprocating you pulled his hoodie over his head, momentarily breaking your kiss.
‘The second you want me to stop you tell me Petal, you gonna be a good girl for me?’
You nodded going straight back to kissing him as he pulled your jeans off taking your pants with them, ‘Need your words flower.’
‘Yes Sarge.’
The serum running through his veins kicked in & he wasted no time reattaching your lips in a frantic kiss, working his way down to your jaw, neck & chest, spending that extra second admiring the sight before him.
‘You’re perfect sweetheart.’
‘You too gorgeous.’
He smiled at your words, that wonderfully adorable smile that he only allowed you to see, the adrenaline buzzing through you temporarily overtaken by the endorphins at the thought of this wonderful man wanting to be with you.
It was only a moment of being an adorable puppy, a switch before he was back to the insatiable Super Soldier that was about to plough you so hard you’d forget your own name, you had no doubt Bucky would be capable of it.
‘Not here Petal.’ He hoisted you up, his strong arms keeping you attached to his lips as he walked you through your apartment to the bedroom, gently bending to deposit you on the mattress still not parting your lips for a single second until he was positioned above you.
His mouth began descending back down you neck & chest until his lips found their way to your bra & he tsk’d at it getting in his way & without missing a step a knife appeared from his boot & he swiftly sliced the front of it inciting a gasp to escape, it was the single hottest thing you’d ever experienced & it set your whole existence on fire.
‘I’ll buy you a new one flower.’ it was thrown, along with the knife onto the floor, & his tongue wasted no time swirling around your nipple, the other being squeezed by his cool metal finger tips, the sensation making your back arch & you were already desperate for more.
‘Touch me Bucky.’
You could feel him smile against your chest & like all good soldiers did, he obeyed your command, keeping his mouth attached to your chest he traced his hand down your body, loving the way you squirmed as it hit your ticklish spots, you were so soft & as he gently parted your legs he could smell how wet you were.
Drawing a single finger along your folds, he made you shudder as he teased you gently, admiring how soaked you were for him, ‘All this for me Petal?’
Shyly nodding at him you watched as he made his way down, settling between your legs, it should have felt weird for another man to be seeing you in this state so soon, but it didn’t. It felt as though Bucky was the only one who should see you like that, vulnerable & open to everything he was about to give you.
His nose nudged at you, every hair stood on edge, your breath hitched & your heart thudded in anticipation. ‘Fucking perfect’, the first contact with his mouth to your glistening pussy released the beast within him that had been dying to taste you since the minute he laid eyes on you. It wasn’t gentlemanly, or loving, it was some caveman shit & lord you were not prepared for his tongue. Within the first minute you were on the verge of climaxing, he ate you out like he hadn’t eaten in years, yet his technique was a sharp as a knife, he worked you til he could feel you right on the edge before he cruelly pulled his mouth from you making you whimper & the loss of him.
Yes, you had been a good girl & if anyone deserved an orgasm it was you, but he didn’t want to ever stop tasting your nectar or move from between your legs. If he buried his cock in you he would blow his load within a minute he was that turned on by you, so he needed to at least make this bit last as long as possible for you.
If keeping you on the brink meant he could spend all night between you legs so be it, he carried on flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, sucking it then burying his tongue in your cunt, over & over. Every time he pulled away you let out an ungodly whining noise or begged him to keep going.
‘No, No no, please.’ You were desperate at this point & willing to get on your knees to beg.
‘Please what?’
‘Please Sargent, please let me cum.’
‘Can’t sweetheart, can’t ever stop, you taste so good.’
He doubled down sucking at your clit & you almost sobbed the moment it was taken away; did he want you to have a tantrum? You were on the brink of one if he did it again.
‘Please, please, please’
You were babbling, tears escaping your eyes & right where he wanted, if you didn’t know what was going on you wouldn’t notice him lasting the 0.7 seconds he was predicting from him being so desperate to be inside you.
You were at the precipice of euphoria, your orgasm on the cusp, the anticipation of him pulling away had you on high alert & you could feel every single thing he did waiting for it to be snatched away at the very last second, but this time he didn’t pull away, he plunged his metallic fingers in you as you saw white & exploded through your pleasure to absolute ecstasy.
Curling his two thick digits he hit your spot over & over taking you to another straight away, the pleasure at a level you hadn’t ever experienced before, if he was talking to you you were clueless, everything was muffled & you didn’t even notice the hollowness once Bucky moved so he was covering you with his body.
‘Look at me Sweetheart.’
You managed to roll your eyes, which you assume had detached at some point during the second orgasm & look at his gorgeous blue ones, did they always make your heart skip a beat?
‘You’re really pretty, you know that Bucky.’ Your voice came out a bit hoarse but the cute smile on his face was worth the pain from straining your throat.
‘And you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.’
You hid your face in the crook of his neck, ‘You ready for me gorgeous?’
You nodded against him. ‘Words sweetheart.’
‘Ye.. yes, want you to fuck me Sarge.’
‘That’s my girl’
He pumped his cock once, twice, you were looking down between your bodies, when did he even take his jeans off? He was huge, dauntingly so, the perfect cock, long & thick weeping & desperate for you.
He chuckled at your expression whispering in your ear, ‘It’ll fit darlin.’
‘If you say so Soldier.’ You really weren’t convinced.
His heavy length sat at your opening & slowly he pushed into you as he looked at your completely blissed our expression, head leaned back, eyes closed & mouth moaning the most sinful noises with every inch he added, he latched onto the neck you were perfectly presenting for him, mapping every spot that made you clench that bit tighter.
‘Fuck your pussy is chocking me darlin. Not gonna last.’
‘Mmnn fuck, so good Buck so so fucking good.’
Finally, he was fully seated in you, you’d never felt so full, so complete, you squeezed his ass to let him know he could get going but he stayed still, ‘just gimme a sec, been a while.’
Your giggled at his heavy breathing but quickly stopped once his hips began slamming into you, by god you needed a pounding & he complied perfectly, your good Soldier & all thoughts were lost as he repeatedly thrust his powerful body into you.
‘Fucking gorgeous you know that, wanted to fuck you since the day I met you. Fucking perfect, perfect pussy, like it was made for me.’
‘God Bucky, harder.’
‘You sure?.’
‘Yeah, gimme all you got, I can take it.’ you weren’t sure that you could, but you wanted to give it a try.
‘Not gonna last darlin. You gotta give me one more though.’
His metal fingers connected with your swollen clit sending a jolt of electricity through your body, you weren’t sure if you had ever made such an obscene noise before, it was too much but not enough at the same time.
‘Feels so good.’
‘You my good girl?’
‘Yes Sargent, want you to fill me up.’
‘Fuck sweetheart, don’t say that, I won’t ever fucking stop.’ You were making him go into overdrive, he was feral for you, his perfect angel with the most sinful mouth.
‘Don’t want you to, want you dripping out me for days.’
‘Jesus Christ, my perfect filthy girl.’
You were so overwhelmingly full of the Super Solider, the tip of his huge cock nudging the spot within you at rapid fire had the blinding pleasure begin to rip through you once again as you finally hit your third climax of the night clamping down on him as his hips stuttered & release followed painting your walls with his seed, pumping the cum into you repeatedly until his motion ceased & he lowered his lips to you.
Silence, still connected he watched you carefully as you opened your eyes, blinking from adjusting to the bright light having held them shut from the bliss you were coming down from.
He leaned down to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip before he gently moved the hair from around your face, ‘What you thinkin’?’
‘I wasted a year of my life on someone who wasn’t you.’ Reaching up to him you repeated his action, tucking the wayward strands behind his ears, caressing his cheeks with your fingers, it felt like a dream & you didn’t want to wake up.
‘Hmm just think of it as you lowered your standards so much for him, that he made me look like an ideal candidate in comparison.’
You hated that he didn’t think of himself highly enough, you shook your head smiling at his goofy grin, ‘Don’t say that please.’
‘Ok, how about this, seeing you lower your standards to that idiot made me get my act together & be the man you deserved.’
‘Better. Or maybe I was completely blind & now I can see.’
He rested his forehead against yours looking deeply at you, you were waiting for a serious meaningful declaration of love to come out, instead ‘you look like a minotaur from this close.’
You laughed batting the super soldiers arm ‘I think you may have gotten your mythical creatures mixed up there.’
‘Nope, it’s the one-eyed creature.’
‘Nope, it’s a human with a horse’s body.’
He shrugged his shoulders, ‘Agree to disagree.’
‘Absolutely not Barnes, where’s my phone?’
‘Oh, now you calling me Barnes, huh, what happened to Sargent.’
You shook your head at him, loving his playful teasing, ‘Your dick is soft, you only get Sargent when sex is on the cards.’
‘Oh, is that right?’ he planted a long slow kiss on your lips.
‘Yep & for people who know the difference between a Minotaur & a Cyclops of course.’
‘Of course,’ He agreed nodding away smugly. ‘Good thing I’m ready to go again then isn’t it? What’s my name?’
You felt him growing within you & it set your skin on fire, it was an indescribable sensation & as you let out a moan & batted your eyelashes at him you couldn’t help but submit to the huge Super Solider, ‘Sargent, Sir.’
‘Are you my good girl?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Will you be my girl?’
‘Yes, Sargent.’
Both your smiles were as wide as the sun as he began picking up the pace of his hips, nowhere near the frantic level it had been before, this was different, slow & intimate, & as if they were magnets your lips found each other’s yet again.
Request submitted by @jamesbucky-barnes “Could you please do a boyfriend Bucky x reader fic where the reader is always tickling Bucky to get him to laugh? And she does it because the only touch he got while with hydra was painful and she wants to make up for all of that.”
Sorry it’s been a while. Summer semesters were crazy and accelerated! But I survived!
Word Count: 1,196
“You’re fallin’ asleep, doll.” Bucky gently nudged you. The two of you were tangled up together on the couch watching a movie.
You groaned and shook your head, shifting and cuddling into his chest, “No, ‘m not.”
“So you’re not too tired for me to…” Bucky’s fingers skittered across your thigh.
You squeaked and cuddled closer to him, hiding your face in his chest.
He chuckled, “You’re extra cuddly, you really are sleepy. Let’s go to bed.”
You looked up at him, “But you’re not sleepy. I don’t want you to be bored.”
“That’s very sweet of you.” He kissed your head, “How about I put you to bed and then I can go bug Steve or Sam until I’m sleepy enough to join ya?”
“I can put myself to bed,” you said, “I’m not a baby.”
He looked across the living area, “I don’t know… that’s a pretty far walk to the elevator, then you have to walk all the way down the hall to my room. Are you sure you don’t want me to carry you?” He knew you loved when he carried you around like a princess. Your objections were but a formality.
You giggled, “well… if you insist.”
After getting off the couch, he scooped you into his arms bridal style and carried you off to bed.
You rolled over and reached across the bed to find that Bucky’s side was still empty. You rubbed your eyes, you sat up and looked at the clock across the room. 2:12 am. Bucky is usually in bed with you around midnight, give or take a half hour. Maybe he and the guys were doing something fun downstairs or he fell asleep on the couch, either way, you were gonna head down to find him. You tiptoed through the hallways and down to the living area to find Bucky and Steve at the kitchen table having what looked like a very intense conversation. You stayed around the corner and listened as Bucky relived the horrors of his time in HYDRA. The pain and torture he was subjected to on a daily basis was unlike anything you had ever heard before or could even repeat. It wasn’t that you didn’t know about Bucky’s past, you weren’t born yesterday. But it wasn’t something he was able to talk about easily. Hell, he had only just started unpacking it with his lifelong best friend; it’s not surprising he isn’t ready to share that with the girl he’s been dating for a few months.
“Have you been able to talk to Y/N about it yet?” Steve asked.
“No,” Bucky sighed, “She’s unfortunately witnessed my nightmares and she knows the general background… I just, I don’t want her to see me as more broken than she already does.”
Your heart ached, you didn’t see him as broken. Never ever.
“I can assure you, she does not see you as a broken man.” Steve reassured him.
Thank you, Steve. You thought to yourself.
“I’m just not there yet.” Bucky said, “Things are really great how they are and if she asks or I feel like it needs to be talked about, I will.”
“You promise?” Steve asked, “You have nothing to be ashamed of here. You’re a victim of HYDRA and you survived, that’s pretty damn amazing.”
Bucky chuckled, “Thanks, bud. Means a lot. I think I’m gonna go join my beautiful girlfriend in bed now.”
Oop. That was your cue to bounce and get back to bed before anyone noticed you eavesdropping.
The next morning, you woke up with a snoozing Bucky next to you. It was nice to see him peaceful since he had a pretty nasty nightmare shortly after getting into bed with you. After he woke up and calmed down, you quietly lulled him back to sleep by softly tickling his back as he held onto you like a lifeline. His nightmares killed you even more now that you had an idea of what he was dreaming about specifically. The pain. So much pain. You ran your fingers through his long silky hair, causing him to pur as he slipped into consciousness.
“G’mornin’ baby.” He yawned, pulling you close and into his side.
“Good morning sweets, how are you feeling?” You asked, running your fingers across his bare chest.
He hummed, “Good, it’s easy to get back to sleep after a nightmare when I have my little angel protecting me.”
You blushed, running your fingers down his chest to his tummy and back up.
Bucky let out a muffled giggle, “Watch those fingers, doll.”
“Or what?” You challenged, continuing your light chest and tummy tickles.
Bucky playfully growled and danced his fingers across your tummy, “Or I’m gonna have to assert myself as the real tickle monster here.”
You wiggled at his touch and giggled as Bucky pulled you into his arms growling and nipping into your neck as he continued his gentle attack on your belly.
While eating breakfast together at the same kitchen table where Bucky confided in Steve the night before, you kept one hand on Bucky at all times. You softly scratched the back of his neck as the two of you ate cereal and read the paper.
“Someone cannot keep her hands to herself today.” Bucky said.
You quickly snatched your hand away, “I’m so sorry.”
His eyebrows furrowed, “Baby, you’re fine. I wasn’t saying I didn’t like it, I was just commenting that you were more handsy than usual… is everything okay?”
You bit your lip uncomfortably, should you own up to eavesdropping?
Bucky’s face grew more concerned, “I promise, you can tell me anything.”
You sighed, “I woke up around two last night and went downstairs to check on you… and I heard you and Steve talking.”
Bucky nodded.
You continued, “And I heard you talk about what they did to you… HYDRA, I mean. And all the pain you suffered through at the hands of those monsters. And I… I just never want you to feel anything but good things when you’re with me… so if that means back tickles and neck scratches all day long… I’m just happy as long as you’re feeling anything but that pain.”
Bucky was silent for a moment then wiped a few stray tears that had escaped from your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” You sniffled.
“What could you possibly be sorry about?” He asked, “You’re an angel, baby.”
You cocked your head to the side.
Bucky pulled you from your chair and into his lap, “The fact that your reaction to all that ugliness is to replace it with happiness… It's the reason why I adore you.”
You perked up, “Really?”
“One of the many reasons that I adore you actually.” He corrected himself, “I also adore you because you’re intelligent and beautiful and witty and generous and because when I stick my finger right here, you turn into a giggly mess.”
“Wait what?” You asked but then was interrupted by Bucky sticking his finger into your arm pit, causing you to collapse into a fit of giggles against his chest.
He kissed the crown of your head and hummed, “My giggly angel.”
