hi hi! hope you’re doing well. can I request #24 for Bucky Barnes for your ❄️ event? thanks!
the heat of him
pairing: boss!congressman!bucky barnes x female reader
summary: when congressman bucky barnes sees you've forgotten gloves during a blizzard, he insists on keeping you warm.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty thoughts/fantasies, uneven power dynamic that isn't really addressed, praise kink, pet names (sunshine), aftercare, lots of kissing, feels, happy ending
word count: 1.5k
a/n: thank you for sending in this prompt! it's been a while since i wrote for Bucky and i missed him 🥹 this fic is loosely inspired by all the pics and videos of Zohran Mamdani helping folks shovel during the nyc storms this winter because i feel like Bucky would be out there doing the same thing while he's congressman 🤭 anyway, i hope you enjoy, and thanks for playing my blizzard bacchanal game ♡
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“Where are your gloves?”
Snowflakes danced in the wintry wind around Bucky Barnes, the congressman from Brooklyn, catching in his dark hair and scruffy beard. The icy crystals were a stark contrast to the heat of his blue gaze—which was fixed directly on you.
You startled slightly at his question, not expecting the congressman’s attention, and guiltily slipped your phone away. In the process, you shoved your bare hands into the pockets of your coat to hide them from him.
The congressman had spent much of the day helping Brooklyn residents shovel their sidewalks and clean off their cars during the snowstorm hitting New York City. While other staffers had helped with the manual labor, you’d taken videos and photos of Bucky, uploading them to his social accounts to show how he cared about his constituents.
It left you with fingers that were half frozen from the snow and icy cold temperatures, but you didn’t want Bucky to be concerned on your behalf. You should’ve known better.
Without tearing his too-intense gaze from your face, Bucky handed his shovel off to another staffer and strode over to you, making it look easy to move through the snow. There was a quiet, confident strength in the way he moved, like a predator stalking its prey.
Suddenly, you had a vision of Bucky as the Winter Soldier, stalking toward you with determined intent, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be fucked with such focused energy. Would Bucky torture you slowly with his cock, or would he pound into you with delicious violence?
As quick as the thoughts slid into your mind, you shook them away, terrified that your filthy fantasies might show on your face in front of your boss. Even though you fantasized about him often, assuming your desire was one-sided, your relationship was strictly professional.
At least, that’s what you thought.
Bucky stopped just in front of you, gently but firmly tugging your hands free from your coat pockets. He made an unhappy sound low in his throat, no doubt feeling your cold fingers even through the leather of his gloves.
He wrapped his big hands around your smaller ones, dwarfing you in his palms and carefully massaging some feeling back into your fingers. Bucky’s brows lowered over his eyes, his gaze filled with so much concern, your breath caught in your throat.
“Sunshine,” he rumbled, his voice softer, meant just for you. It was a good thing the storm was picking up, the wind howling distantly through Brooklyn and ensuring no one else heard the somewhat inappropriate nickname your boss called you. “Where are your gloves?”
“Forgot ‘em,” you mumbled, dropping your gaze and staring down at where his hands engulfed yours. Distractedly, you worried about the prickles of feeling seeping into your icy skin, but you were mostly glad to have some relief from the cold.
Bucky made another rough sound, but it was more sympathetic than chastising, and you could only watch as he lifted his hands to his mouth, blowing a hot breath between his cupped palms. Warmth—delicious, wonderful, glorious warmth—wrapped around your frigid fingers so sweetly, you let out a little moan.
Unbidden, your mind flitted between disjointed images.
Your body clad in nothing more than Bucky’s sweater and a pair of cozy socks, his breath ghosting over your neck, sending shivers skating down your spine. His hair soft and silky between your fingers while he buried his face in your tits, mouth closing around your nipple. Your hips settled on his lap, his cock buried in your cunt, his arms like steel bands around your body. His warmth surrounding you as he held you tight.
“Sunshine.” The pet name was a low growl, slipping from Bucky’s mouth and yanking you back into the moment.
You stared up at your boss helplessly, an apology on your lips, and you watched his expression shift from uncertainty to understanding. His eyes were bright and blue as the summer sky, lust glinting like the sun and heating you from the inside out.
In an instant, Bucky was wrapping things up on the sidewalk and urging his constituents to go back inside, the worst of the blizzard still to come that afternoon. The congressman bundled you into a car at his side, his hands never leaving yours, and when the vehicle arrived at his brownstone in the heart of Brooklyn, he whisked you inside.
Then you were in Bucky’s arms, his lips pressing to yours, and you crashed back into your body. The heat of him was everywhere—his strong arms holding your soft body crushed against the hard lines of him, his heart beating hard beneath his ribs, his hot, hungry mouth devouring yours.
Bucky wasted no time, peeling away the winter layers of both your clothes and leaving them in a heap, along with your boots, in the entryway of his home. Using an arm hooked around your waist, he guided you into the living room of his brownstone, collapsing onto the couch and pulling you down onto his lap, kissing all the while.
In between hushed utterings of, “I’ve wanted this for so long, sunshine,” and, “You’re all I can think about, Bucky,” the two of you undressed each other. You took the time to worship his broad shoulders, pressing delicate kisses where his prosthetic arm met his body, before pressing your nose deep between his pecs and smiling as his heart stuttered against your lips.
Before you had your fill, Bucky took over, lavishing your neck and bare shoulders with kisses, his scruffy beard dragging deliciously over your collarbone on his way lower. When he finally captured your nipple in his hot mouth, you were already wound so tightly, you could only cry out and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging him gently where you wanted him to go.
Eventually, the need in your core thrummed insistently enough that you pulled his attention away from your tits with a yank on his hair. His name spilled from your lips in a pleading whine, “Bucky, please, I need you!”
Something inside him broke then, and he tore the rest of your clothes off in a frenzy, his joining them on the floor.
Then he was fisting his cock in his metal hand, his warm palm resting on your hip and guiding you up onto your knees. You felt him, the tip of his cock rubbing through your slick folds, and your body gave a violent shudder of need.
“Take me, sunshine, I’m all yours,” Bucky murmured into your mouth, capturing your lips in a kiss as you impaled yourself on his cock.
He was so hot and hard inside you, so perfect, stretching you just enough to make you really feel him. All you could do was gasp into Bucky’s mouth, your fingers clinging to his shoulders while you sank down to the hilt. There, you paused, reveling in the feeling of him filling you up so exquisitely.
“It’s even better than I imagined,” you slurred, half-drunk on pleasure. Your head was hardly able to wrap itself around the fact that this was real and not one of your many fantasies, but you clenched your body around his thick cock, reminding yourself it was very, very real.
Bucky huffed a soft laugh against your cheek, pressing a kiss to your sweat-damp skin. You could feel his pleased smile as he nuzzled close, his scruff tickling your skin and making you tremble on his lap. His arms tightened around your body, holding you close.
“Just wait, sunshine, it’s gonna get even better from here,” Bucky promised, finding your mouth and sealing it with a kiss.
And he was right. Every moment from then on was better than the one before it.
From bouncing on Bucky’s cock and crying out with pleasure, to his whispered words of praise and encouragement, to the way he groaned his pleasure when he felt you shatter apart around him. To the feeling of Bucky coming deep inside you, crushing you to his chest and kissing you hard while you caught your breath together.
Even as you came down from your high, the afternoon continued to get better—all because you were with Bucky, and the truth of your feelings were coming to light.
Once you’d recovered, Bucky helped you clean yourselves up, giving you one of his warmest sweaters and a pair of cozy socks to wear. He helped you onto the counter of his kitchen, letting you watch while he put together a simple dinner of grilled cheese and soup.
After, the two of you snuggled together on the couch, watching the snow continue to fall outside in the darkened Brooklyn streets. You fell asleep together, tangled together beneath the blankets on the couch in Bucky’s brownstone.
It may have been cold and snowing outside, but in Bucky Barnes’ home, you were safe and happy, surrounded by the heat of him and secure in the knowledge that he liked you just as much as you liked him.
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