The Jacket
Written for an anon sent to @the-ss-horniest-book-club
Football player Bucky x Cheerleader! Reader
Warnings: Smut smut smut 18+ minors keep out
Written on mobile so any Mistakes are my own.
The car pulled into the parking lot of your small apartment building. Bucky groaned as the two of you got out and walked up stairs, feeling every mussel in his body. He was the star quarterback of your college football team and you were his personal cheerleader, as well as Captain of the actual cheer team.
You had both been out for an away game meaning one week of separate rooms.
Bucky, in all his rough exterior and two hundred twenty-five pounds of pure attractive was a big softie inside and a romantic. You on the other hand, were also romantic, but sometimes, especially during the times that you went that long without Bucky, you just had wants that needed to be given to you.
Bucky showered first before heading into the kitchen to make something up for dinner.
The water was still warm when you got in washing yourself of the hotel you had been in. Even though you shared a room with Wanda and Nat you would have preferred your boyfriend.
Just as quick as you entered the shower you got out, stripped of your cheer uniform and undergarments. That’s when you spied Bucky's letterman jacket. Something deep inside of you told you to put it on, so you did, grinning at yourself. Wearing nothing but his jacket you left the bathroom.
“Y/n, the foods ready!” Bucky called out, as he placed the pot of Mac and cheese off the hot burner. You quickly made your way from the bedroom to the kitchen.
Bucky reached up to grab some bowls when he heard the soft creeks of the floor indicating that you were working your way to him. His theory was proven right when he felt your arms wrapped around him from behind you, soft kisses graced his shoulders. He turned around in your arms only to freeze in place as he noticed your attire.
“Hi,” you smiled as you looked up at him. His arms made their way to wrap around your body and pressed his forehead against yours.
“Hi,” he breathed out, finally, properly, capturing your lips with his. One hand made its way to your waist and the other cupped your face. Your fingers hooked onto the loops of his jeans and pulled him closer. A soft growl came from the back of his throat, his lips pressed harder into yours.
“Up,” he murmured in this kiss, his hands were now on your waist. You jumped up and, in a flash, his hands held you up as he made his way to the couch. He sat himself down so that you were straddling his lap. You held his face in your hands and his were slipping into the jacket, touching the small amount of skin that was covered.
Your tongue swiped across his bottom lip and on command, his mouth opened for you. Your tongues battled for dominance as they explored each other’s mouths. A soft moan escaped you when Bucky’s tongue retreated, and he pulled back, your bottom lip between his teeth. Your hands flew to his shirt and tugged on the hem. Bucky, being Bucky of course, pulled the red flannel shirt not from the bottom hem, but from the back, by his shoulders. He pulled up and flashed you a knowing grin.
You pressed yourself closer to his thighs and you tried to relieve that pressure and heat building up. Bucky’s eyes roamed over your entire body when your hands rubbed all over his chest and abs. When his face met yours, his eyes no longer held a gentleness; they were glazed with lust, hunger, and desire.
“That’s my jacket Doll” his eyes roamed you as his hands roamed down, fingers dipped into your wet folds and his nose ran against the length of your neck. You sighed in pleasure as his fingers met your clit rubbing small circles.
‘Looks better on me I think’ you gasped as he pushed a finger into you hitting your core.
“I won’t argue with that ” he murmured just as he began to suck on your pulse. You gasped and tilted your head back, a moan echoing through the open space. His fingers brushed against you and another moan left your throat. You quickly grabbed his wrist before his fingers could dip into you.
‘Bedroom, please Bucky’ you managed to get the words out, a growl left his throat he picked you up mouth not leaving your neck as he carried you to your bed.
Just as he laid you down, Bucky’s phone rang. You looked up at him with a questioning look. He grabbed his phone from the endtable. “Steve,” he answered, tossing the phone back onto couch. You smiled up at him, then looked at his hardening erection.
“Steve makes you hard?”
“Y/n!” Bucky barks at you, a giggle erupted from you as you reached down and pumped his length.
“I’m just teasing, baby,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his neck as he pinned your hands above your head. You looked gorgeous as the jacket fell to your sides still covering your arms. Bucky thought to himself that he never wanted to see you in anything else.
Bucky intakes a sharp breath, reaching down with one hand he lines himself up with your entrance, his head sliding across your clit a few times sending electric pulses through you.
Just as he began to push in, Bucky’s hand ran through your hair and his phone rang again. He starts his thrusts, slow at first allowing you to get use to his size. Bucky’s breaths become shallower and louder as he quickens his pace, but not loud enough to ignore the sudden voice coming from the couch.
“Bucky, would you stop ignoring the damn phone,” Steve barked. Bucky’s eyes widened, and he reached over to pick up his phone press it into his ear. That didn’t stop him, continuing to thrust into you his hand over your mouth to suppress the moans escaping your lips
“Steve, I’m a little busy right now.” Bucky clenched his eyes closed and swallowed; he wasn’t sure whether he should have been focusing on you or focusing on Steve. As Steve continued to ramble on, Bucky’s breathing became shallow again.
You felt a heat in your core as the coil built itself up. A quiet groan filled your ears. You looked up and saw Bucky’s eyes clenched, he was close to release, his pace once again pickup up speed
You wrapped your legs around him bringing him deeper into you, as you wiggled free one of your hands bringing it down to stimulate your clit. Bucky’s groan met your ears again. “Steve, listen, I don’t know what Coach Fury wants from me right now, but I’m kind…busy,” he gasps out feeling you clench around him.
“Steve, tell Coach I’ll call him – Coach Fury? Can you wait for me to call you later?”
Bucky stared down at you as you moved his hand from your mouth to speak, “Cum with me daddy” so softly.
“Coach Fury, I just got here. I haven't even unpacked,” Bucky hurriedly replied, groaning as your hand reached up pulling his hair ever so slightly.
“Coach Fury, I’m in the middle of something at the moment. Can I just call you back as soon as I get a chance?” Bucky whined. “Coach Fury, you know what, I’ll see you –“ his own gasp interrupted him because you snapped your hips up to match his pace, all the way. He accidentally released a needy groan and spoke into the phone that was resonating with laughter. “See you tonight.”
Bucky threw the phone back into the bed and finally gripped your hair. He thrust himself into you, hard and deep. Moans fell freely from your mouth as you called his name. Coming undone within seconds. You felt him release shooting into you as he quietly cursed to himself.
You smiled up at him as he rolled over pulling you into his arms. “Coach is going to be pissed” he laughed as he buried his face into your hair.
‘And why is that’ you peppered his face with kissed
“Because your going to keep that jacket”
