getting older
pairing: bucky x (ex)blackwidow!reader
summary: You and Bucky reunite after years apart.
tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut (p in v, emotional sex???, porn w/ a backstory okay?), bucky's desperate/yearning (because i said so), mentions of bucky's past, reader & bucky had a past situationship w/ eachother when he was the winter solider (dont ask me about a time line), reader calls him james, ALPINE MENTION!!! (not proofread oops)
wc: ~870
nova's notes: “nova, did it take you this long to write, like, 800 words?” NO. ive been in the TRENCHES for the entirety for march. 😘 but its BETTER NOW. I PROMISE. -> masterlist + BILLIE BARNES & NOVA
When you imagined your reunion with Bucky—or rather the “Winter Soldier” as you knew him—it wasn’t anything like this. Time and torture has made him tender, careful, hesitant.
Sex with him used to be primal. Purely physical. Sure, emotions were let out, but only the kind shown through groans and growls that reverberated in your ear while his hands gripped your hips so tight he left bruises for the next day. Now? It’s the complete opposite.
His hands are soft on your waist, hips slowly grinding against yours as his cock brushes against every crevice inside of you. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out devastatingly slow fill your apartment.
His mouth is engulfing yours, but rather than trying to devour you like he used to, he savors your flavor with his lips moving languidly across yours. He swallows any noise you make. “F-fuck, I missed you.”
“Missed you too, B-“ The name ‘Bucky’ feels weird on your lips. It's familiar, but not in the way you two are. “James.” Not even close with the way he moans when you clench around him. in
His hips grind up; the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix. “Don’t—don’t ever leave me again. Please.” He whispers the plea against your lips. “I hated it without you.”
It. The torture, the pain, the years of servitude to the people he was once fighting. You made it tolerable, but then…you disappeared. Now, after countless battles and years of healing, he found you.
His hands hold a little firmer now. Nothing like how he used to, but enough to let you know he wants you right where you are.
The steadiness of his thrusts begin to falter. They become desperate and frantic as he continues to speak. “You’re not allowed to leave me again.” It comes off as a command, but it's not. He’s begging. The last thing he wants is for you to slip away again.
His lips trail down to your collarbone, leaving hot, wet kisses while his fingers slip down to circle your clit. “I won’t.” You whisper back. “I promise.”
His hands lift your hips slightly up, and his cock begins to drive in at an angle that makes your back bow. The moans he lets out echo across your skin. It's been awhile since you’ve felt like this.
He used to make you feel electric—the ecstasy of it all was overwhelming. Nothing’s changed since then. Even with how gentle he’s being, the pleasure jolts through you with every thrust.
“—with me? Yeah?” His breathing has become erratic; his chest pushes against your own as he heaves. Your mouth is, once again, engulfed by his lips.
Soft whines are swallowed by him while you nod frantically. “Anything for you, baby.” His hands come to your thighs to push your legs back into a mating press. The warmth of his body is flush against your own; he angles up as he drives into you, making his tip rub against your cervix sweetly. “James…” You breathe out his name. You’re close, but so is he.
“I know, c’mon..” His words are heavy. The fact that he’s making you feel just as good as he does sends jolts throughout his body, and you can tell by the way his hands grip tighter with every noise you let out.
Your walls clench around him sporadically, something Bucky recognizes immediately, and from previous mistakes, he’s learned to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. Not to change a thing, lest you lose concentration and have a mindblowing orgasm ruined. You may or may not have smacked him once. Or twice.
You bring your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He doesn’t resist and embraces the absence of space between your bodies. His slow, sensual grind stimulates your clit. His movements stutter, his groans become louder, and within seconds pleasure crashes over the both of you. Your legs shake from the overwhelming feeling—after all, no man could ever compare to how he makes you feel.
His chest rises and falls against yours as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. “...thank you.” He whispers. “Don’t have to thank me, Jamie.” You tilt your head to nudge at his cheek with your nose; he turns to look at you. “Shower?”
“Only if you don’t boil me alive.”
“I do not!”
Your head lays on his chest. The steady thumping of Bucky’s heartbeat echoes in your ear. “So…you mentioned a cat?”
He chuckles a little bit, hand caressing your back. “Yeah. Alpine. Love her to death but she’s an agent of destruction though, keeps breaking things.”
“Well we know who she gets that from…”
“Excuse me. I do nothing of the sort.” He feigns upset while dramatically scoffing.
“You ripped the steering wheel out of a car.”
“Oh—well—“
You laugh a little too loud at his stuttering, which earns you a teasing glare. “I hate to break it to you but you’re identical.”
“Are not.”
“Are to.”
“Whatever makes you happy.”
“It does.”
He gives you a pout, feigning upset, but his eyes tell you the truth because despite it all, the way he looks at you has never changed. Bucky is irrevocably in love with you.
me looking at my prof when she tells us we have another test:
