Wherever You Are
Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Invisible! Reader
(Sunshine x Grumpy, Friends to Lovers, Fluff → Slow Burn Romance)
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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel smut #friends to lovers #sunshine x grumpy #virgin reader #first time #invisibility powers #superpowered reader #slow burn #soft bucky #protective bucky #aftercare #fluff and smut #marvel fanfic #explicit fic
⚠️ CW / TW:
Explicit sexual content (18+ only, MDNI)
Virginity loss / first time sex
Mild power-related body control issues (reader’s invisibility flares during climax)
Slight praise kink undertones
Brief mention of reader embarrassment/self-consciousness
Explicit language
You’d been invisible for nearly ten minutes, watching Bucky from the corner of the common room. His head was bent over a book, hair falling forward, metal fingers drumming against the cover like he was trying to summon patience out of thin air.
“Y/N,” he said without looking up, voice low but certain.
You froze.
“Don’t play games with me, doll. I know you’re here.”
There it was again—that uncanny sense. You could slip past everyone else, not a sound, not a shift in air pressure. But Bucky? He always knew. It was infuriating. And comforting.
You huffed, materializing with a shimmer and plopping down onto the couch beside him. “You ruin all my fun.”
His mouth tugged into the barest hint of a smirk. “You call sneakin’ around fun? You’re like a damn cat.”
“I am fun,” you shot back, grinning, leaning over to peek at his book. “What are you reading? Why that one? Why not the other one I saw in your room last week?”
He groaned, shutting the cover. “You ask more questions than anyone alive.”
“That’s because I like answers.”
“You’re nosy.”
“You’re grumpy.”
“Sunshine.” He shook his head, but you caught the tiniest sparkle in his eyes when he used the nickname he thought you didn’t notice stuck.
Later that night, you ended up outside on the balcony together. The city glowed, the wind pulled strands of hair into your face.
“You ever get tired of me following you around?” you asked softly, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. “You could tell me to go away.”
He turned to you slowly, that heavy weight of his gaze making your chest tighten. “I’d never tell you that.”
You blinked. “Never?”
“Never,” he repeated, firm as steel. Then, quieter: “World’s dark enough. Don’t go makin’ yourself invisible too much. I like knowin’ where you are.”
Something in your stomach flipped, warmth flooding your cheeks. “Bucky Barnes… did you just say something sweet?”
He grumbled, looking away. “Don’t get used to it.”
But when you shyly slipped your hand into his—your very first time reaching out like that—he didn’t let go.
Not all night.
It started small. The brush of his thumb over your knuckles, almost absent-minded. You were sure he didn’t even realize he was doing it—until you looked up and caught him staring at your joined hands like he couldn’t quite believe it either.
“Bucky,” you whispered.
He lifted his gaze, blue eyes stormy. “You sure you wanna be sittin’ this close, sunshine? I’m not…” He trailed off, jaw tight. “I’m not always good company.”
You laughed softly, leaning in. “You’ve been my favorite company since the day I met you.”
That broke something in him.
One second you were sitting side by side, the next his lips were on yours—rough, hesitant, like he was afraid you’d vanish if he kissed too hard. But you didn’t vanish. You bloomed. You clutched at the front of his shirt, tugging him closer, pouring years of unspoken feelings into a single trembling kiss.
When you finally broke apart, your forehead rested against his. Both of you were breathing hard, hearts racing like they’d been waiting for this moment forever.
“Doll…” his voice was hoarse, softer than you’d ever heard it. “You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me.”
“I think I do,” you whispered, cheeks burning. And then, before you lost your nerve: “I’ve never… been with anyone before.”
Bucky froze. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin like you were made of glass. “You mean…?”
You nodded, throat tight. “I’m a virgin. So if you don’t want—”
He cut you off with another kiss, gentler this time. When he pulled back, his smile was faint but real. “Sunshine, you think that scares me off? If anything…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “Makes me wanna take care of you even more.”
Your heart nearly burst.
“Bucky,” you murmured, eyes shining, “you already do.”
The air between you was fragile, electric, like glass humming before it shattered. Bucky kissed you again, slower this time, his flesh hand tilting your chin just so, guiding you into his rhythm. When his tongue brushed yours, you gasped, clinging to him like you’d float away otherwise.
“You’re shakin’, doll,” he murmured against your mouth.
“Because it’s you,” you confessed, voice trembling. “Because it’s always been you.”
That look he gave you—like he could tear the world apart and still never be worthy of your trust—made your chest ache. He pressed his forehead to yours, breath ragged.
“Tell me if I go too far, yeah? One word and I stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered.
He kissed you until your lips were swollen, until the room blurred and the world narrowed to the heat of him. His hands mapped you carefully, reverently—calloused flesh palm on your waist, cool vibranium gliding down your thigh. Every touch was a question. Every sigh from you, an answer.
When his thumb brushed beneath the hem of your shirt, you lifted your arms before he even asked. His breath caught at the sight of you bared, skin flushing under his gaze.
“Beautiful,” he muttered, like the word wasn’t big enough.
You flushed, self-conscious. “Don’t stare.”
He smirked faintly, kissing down your throat. “Sunshine, I’m gonna spend the rest of my life starin’.”
He eased you back onto his bed, body bracketing yours. His metal hand held your hip steady while his flesh hand slipped into your panties, fingers finding you wet and trembling.
“Oh—Bucky,” you gasped, clutching his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, voice low, rough. “Let me learn you.”
He circled your clit, gentle and deliberate, watching your every reaction like it was gospel. When he slid one thick finger inside, your walls clenched, a sharp cry escaping your throat.
“Easy, doll. You’re tight—fuck—you’re squeezin’ me so good already.”
Your invisibility flickered, skin shimmering for a heartbeat before snapping back.
“Bucky!” you squeaked, mortified.
He stilled, brows drawn. “You losin’ control?”
You bit your lip. “It happens when I… when it’s too much.”
His grin was wicked, tender. “Then let’s see how far I can push you.”
He moved carefully, drawing out and pressing back in with steady, rocking thrusts. The burn eased, replaced with molten pleasure that made your toes curl.
Your moans grew louder, breathless, the kind of sounds Bucky wanted to etch into memory. He shifted, grinding into you just right—your cry was sharp, helpless.
“That’s it,” he urged, sweat dripping down his temple. “Let go for me.”
Your body arched, walls clamping around him as ecstasy crashed over you.
And then—your powers slipped.
Your body flickered invisible mid-climax, leaving him staring through you—seeing himself buried deep inside, watching his cock vanish into thin air where your body should’ve been.
The sight ripped a guttural groan from him. “Holy fuck, doll—”
He thrust hard, undone by the surreal, overwhelming image, and spilled inside you with a shudder, still holding you invisible in his arms.
When your body shimmered back into view, you were flushed and shaking, eyes glassy. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest, pressing kiss after kiss into your hair.
“You okay?” he rasped, voice wrecked.
You giggled weakly, burying your face in his neck. “Guess I can’t hide from you anymore.”
He chuckled, squeezing you tighter. “You never could, sunshine. Not from me.”
You lay tangled together, both of you catching your breath, the room filled with the hum of the AC and the wild pounding of your hearts.
Bucky pressed a kiss into your damp hair, murmuring, “You did so good for me, doll. Better than I ever dreamed.”
You blushed, still trembling, the memory of losing control flickering in your chest. “Sorry about the… invisibility thing. That doesn’t usually happen unless it’s—”
He tilted your chin up, steel-blue eyes locking on yours. “Unless it’s good?” His grin was cocky, but the tenderness behind it melted your embarrassment.
You smacked his chest weakly. “Don’t get smug.”
“Can’t help it, sunshine. You make me feel like I could take on the whole damn world.” He kissed the tip of your nose, then carefully slid out of you, both of you groaning at the sensitivity.
“Stay put,” he ordered softly, grabbing a towel and slipping into the bathroom. When he returned, he was all business—gentle, thorough, cleaning you up with hands steadier than you felt. Every touch was reverent, like you were something sacred.
“You don’t have to—”
“Shh.” He kissed your knee, brushing the towel over your inner thighs. “Let me take care of you. First time should always end with someone lookin’ after you.”
Your chest ached. No one had ever cared like this.
Once you were clean, he tugged on a fresh shirt and slipped it over your head. The hem hung nearly to your thighs, swallowing you whole.
“You look better in my clothes than I do,” he teased, sliding back into bed.
You curled into his chest, cheek against the soft fabric. “I feel safe here.”
His arms tightened instantly, metal hand spanning your back. “You are safe. With me, always.”
There was a pause, quiet and fragile. Then, in a whisper that made your throat tighten:
“You’re mine now, yeah?”
You tilted your head up, smiling shyly. “Yours.”
He kissed you again, slow and unhurried, a promise sealed in warmth.
Sleep tugged at you, but you forced your eyes open. “You’ll stay, right? Not leave in the middle of the night?”
He huffed a soft laugh, pressing his face into your hair. “Sunshine, I’d fight God Himself before I left your bed tonight.”
That made you giggle, and your laughter vibrated against his chest.
Bucky’s eyes closed, peace softening his features in a way you’d never seen before. As you drifted off, his arms never loosened, his hold never wavered.
For the first time in years, he slept soundly—because wherever you were, he was home.
