Lucky For You That’s What I Like
Day 6 of Galentine's Collab hosted by @wildflowersandvibranium and @pinksplace
Prompt: ‘You Don't Make it to Dinner’
Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Plus Size Baddie!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI
A/N: Might be my smuttiest fic yet
It had been nearly six months since you and Bucky had started dating. Of course, you had to keep it on the low, the down-down low, since he was on Val’s Avengers team and you were on Sam's; the heads were beyond butting.
You’d met Bucky when you both were on solo missions for your respective teams. What started as a fight between the two of you (that you were winning, of course, Kree Human Hybrid with kinetickinesis vs. super soldier, no contest.) Eventually, you realized that what Bucky lacked in brute strength, he more than made up for in tactical combat, so you teamed up, and the mission was completed three times faster than either of you thought it would be.
What started as a handshake turned into an adrenaline-filled kiss. The next thing you know you’re texting daily and then bam, you’re together. Of course, Sam would’ve had a field day with your relationship, and since you guys weren’t even sure how things were gonna play out, you figured there was no point in stirring the already boiling pot, which was getting hotter after Sam sued to trademark the Avengers name.
But six months into your relationship, it was obvious that y’all had no intention of breaking up, and Sam was becoming suspicious of your constant disappearing acts. The plan was that you’d both meet Sam for dinner at one of the most upscale restaurants in the city, where Captain America couldn’t make a scene when you told him that you were dating his best friend turned rival.
You were wearing a champagne colored slip dress with a low-cut back that would require a strapless bra. While you were getting ready, Bucky had been waiting for close to an hour after taking less than 10 minutes to throw on a navy shirt, black suit jacket, and black dress pants.
You could hear the frown on his face when he yelled from the couch, “ Hon, how much longer til you’re ready?”
“ Do you really want the answer to that, Buck?” You called out to the grumpy super soldier, currently attaching your stockings to your garter to the clip of your garters.
“ No, I guess not,” your boyfriend said with a huff.
Twenty minutes later, you were taking your hair out of the wave formers you’d put them in last night, trying not to get annoyed by the sound of Bucky pacing outside the door.
“ Can I help you, Buck?”
“ No, I’m just trying to figure out what’s taking you so long. I don’t think it’s ever taken you this long to get ready.”
“Bucky. We’re going to an upscale restaurant with Sam. Captain America, the former Winter Soldier turned congressman turned de facto co-leader of the New Avengers, and the newly introduced Starfall, who has been proclaimed the heroine for little girls to aspire to be, will all be at one location. I wouldn't be surprised if a news crew found their way there, so yes, I’m trying to look my absolute best, sue me.” You finished your tirade with a roll of your eyes that you wished Bucky could see until you saw him out of your peripherals, causing you to squeak.
“ Was the eye roll really necessary, sweetheart?” He asked, his hands gripping the door.
“ If you hadn’t tiptoed in like a creep, I would’ve seen you and kept my eyeroll internal.”
You are so focused on your quip and putting on your mascara that you hadn’t even noticed that your boyfriend had frozen into place, taking you in.
You were now standing in front of your vanity, looking at him, your brown skin looking like satin, clad in the silky black lingerie you’d bought. The strapless bra cupping your tits, its lace frill along the top edge teasing the underside with each movement you were making as you were putting your earrings on.
You clearly didn’t even realize the effect you had on your man, with the sheer black stockings you’d put on being held up by the garter belt that cinched your waist, emphasizing the generous curve of your hips and the lush swell of your ass. The sight was a physical punch to Bucky’s gut as he felt a growing heat in his stomach.
“Fuck Dinner,” Bucky thought absently, as all logical thoughts evaporated, replaced by a singular, primal focus.
You finally stopped your rant, realizing Bucky wasn’t even listening when you heard his sharp intake of breath, as you looked at him in his sea blue eyes, “ You didn’t even hear a word I said, did you?” You asked with a knowing smile growing on your lips.
“Bucky, if we do this, we’re actually going to be late, you know,” you said, your voice already becoming breathy.
“We already were,” Bucky said, his voice rough.
He pushed off the door frame and crossed the room in three long strides. You expected him to kiss you, but instead, he put his hands against your hips, the coolness of his metal hand evening out the warmth of his flesh one, as his thumbs stroked your lower back.
He gently, but firmly, turned you to face him. “Sit,” he commanded, his voice a husky whisper.
You were surprised, but you let him guide you backwards until the back of your knees hit the stool of your vanity, before you sank down onto it. The position opened you up to him as Bucky dropped to his knees on your bedroom carpet.
Your panties were already becoming damp, “Bucky… are you sure…Sam’s probably waiting for us,” you breathed, but your hands were already coming up to thread through your boyfriend’s hair.
“Fuck Sam,” Bucky growled, his breath hot as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties, pulling them down, over the stockings, letting them pool at your ankles.
He leaned in, his hands spreading your thighs wider on the stool, and pressing his mouth to you.
You cried out, your back arching, as his tongue stroked from the bottom of your slit all the way up to your clit. Your thighs started to tremble as you felt him moan against you. He settled into a steady rhythm as he worshipped you with his mouth. He had to hold your hips down as you began to writhe, one of your hands left his head to brace against the vanity, knocking over a perfume bottle with a clatter you didn’t hear.
“Right there…Buck… oh god, yes, right there,” you chanted, as you felt the tension coiling in your body as he added a finger, then two, sliding into you with ease, curling them upward.
The moment he found that spongy spot inside you, you screamed, your whole body bowing off the stool. “Yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
And luckily for you, he didn’t. He fucked you with his flesh fingers while his mouth and tongue devoted themselves to your clit. Your pleas were becoming more and more incoherent, before your climax hit you like a tsunami as your thighs clamped around his head, a cry tearing from your throat as you convulsed around his fingers, as Bucky drank every drop of your release, licking and sucking gently on you until you were a limp, panting mess.
Slowly, he pulled back, his face glistening. He looked up at you, your head thrown back, your eyes closed, your chest heaving beneath the lace of your bra. You were utterly, completely wrecked.
When you finally opened your eyes, you looked down at him with a dazed, sated expression that quickly turned predatory. You smiled as your gaze dropped to the bulge growing in your boyfriend’s pants. “My turn,” you said, beaming before throwing him onto the bed, straddling him as you both began attacking each other’s mouths and tongues, before you wanted, no, you had to taste him.
You made quick work getting onto your knees, ripping his pants and black boxer briefs off. And as per the norm, you imagined an orange popsicle as you wrapped your mouth around his length.
Now it was Bucky’s turn to moan as he began to twitch, his right hand making its way around your hair. Normally, you weren’t one to swallow but something came over you and all you wanted was to taste him.
As Bucky was about to come, he instinctively began trying to move away from you, but you gripped his amazingly thick thighs and used your powers to force him to freeze as he came in your mouth.
He grabbed your face, pulling back up to kiss you, tasting himself on your mouth.
“ That was so so hot. You are perfect. I want, no, I need to be inside of you now.”
“ Then let me help you with that, Sarge.”
In an instant, you were hovering above him, straddling his hips, as you ground against his throbbing erection, ripping your lingerie off like it was nothing.
Your boyfriend was already hard again, your breath caught at the sight of his cock, thick and already weeping with pre-cum.
You wrapped your hand around him, making his eyes roll back. “So eager for me,” you purred, positioning him at your entrance.
With a deep, shuddering breath of anticipation, you lowered yourself on his length, your body stretching to accommodate him. Bucky’s hands fisted the sheets, a guttural groan tearing from him. When you were fully seated around him, a soft “Oh…” left your lips as your head fell back.
You were full, stretched in the most perfect way, before you began to move. You started slow your hands braced on his abdomen, your nails biting into his skin. “Fuck, baby,” Bucky rasped, his hips instinctively bucking up to meet yours.
You rode him, and the sight of you above him as your tits swayed made him have to palm them.
Your bedroom quickly became filled with the sound of your bodies slapping together and the bed creaking under your shared weight. You were chasing your second peak with vigor when Bucky pressed the pad of his flesh thumb against your swollen clit, beginning to circle it in time with your frantic riding.
“ Bucky… I’m gonna… I’m… Oh sweet Mary, mother of god,” you cried out as you saw stars caused by an orgasm so intense you thought your body would deflate like a balloon. That balloon was quickly blown up again as Bucky thrust up into you as he emptied himself into you.
For a few moments, there was only the sound of your heaving breaths. You’d flopped off Bucky, panting as you landed on your back. You knew your makeup was smudged, your hair that’d you spent hours on ruined, and yet you couldn’t care less.
You saw a satisfied smile make its way onto your boyfriend’s face. “ That was, um…”
“ Amazing, incredible, glorious.”
“ I really like those adjectives, Buck, but I was thinking intense, though,” you said before giving him a peck on the cheek.
“ You missed,” he said before pulling you down by the back of your head, kissing you with passion that almost matched the feeling of him inside you mere moments ago.
“So,” you said, your voice hoarse but playful. “About that dinner…”
“ Text Sam. We’re not making it,” Bucky grinned as he turned you over for round two.