There's Always One
Paring: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avengers Reader
Word Count: 5.1K
Summary: Every wedding has at least one couple that can't seem to keep their hands to themselves and with Tony's wedding a mere 18 hours away, Sam sets up a wager to see which unfortunate couple will fall into the trap.
Warnings: 18+ MDI, contains Smut! Pet names, swearing, enemies to lovers, semi-public stuff, teasing, slight overstimulation, teensy bit of cock warming, getting caught.
Dividers by the fabulous @firefly-graphics and gifs by the wonderful @buckysbarnes
Masterlist
Sam Wilson has a theory about weddings; a theory that has yet to be proven wrong. He believes that weddings are breeding ground for slutty sex in some very weird places.
It was basically a universal truth in his mind.
Something unexplainable happened to wedding guests on someone else’s special day. He wasn’t sure what triggered it, whether it was watching a day filled with romance and love or something else entirely, but it turned people into animals.
He’d even fallen victim to this theory a few times over the years, which just further proved the point in his mind.
So with Tony and Pepper’s wedding day a mere 16 hours away; and with more Avenger’s at the compound than he’d ever seen before, he decided to pose a wager.
Tony’s wedding was expectedly set to be an extravagant affair and that meant that the compound was overrun with people, every spare room was taken, even extra beds had been set up in the communal areas. It was madness.
Sam had the perfect set up in the corner of the kitchen, his trusty white board right by his side. It had been a mission to get the board from the briefing room into the kitchen at the ass crack of dawn. But he’d managed to bribe Steve with the promise of a special delivery of his favourite pastries.
And now he was in the perfect position to take bets from all the avengers that passed through the room.
He’d caused quite a stir too, the kitchen was buzzing with excitement, Sam felt like he was amongst the hustle and bustle of wall street in the 30s. Not that he had any frame of reference for what that was like.
You and Peter wandered into the room, fresh from a training session. The smell of coffee and bacon lingered in the air almost hidden behind the low rumble of chatter from the mass of people crowded into the large room. It was like you’d stepped into a Starbucks straight off time’s square, it was heaving and you loved it.
You stood in the threshold of the room, admiring the familiar faces, catching glimpses of conversations from the small clusters formed around the room.
It was a welcomed change, the compound had been so quiet recently with so many of the team scattered around across worlds on different missions.
A loud, exacerbated sigh erupted as Bucky stepped into the room from behind you. He’d been even more closed off than usual, he was back to barely leaving his room, just like when he first started living at the compound. It was clear he wasn’t thrilled about having extra house guests.
“S’cuse me.” He grumbled, bumping his heavily vibranium shoulder into you as he brushed past you forcefully.
It caught you completely off guard, knocking your whole body into Peter. He managed to catch you, standing firmly and stopping the human dominoes that Bucky had almost started.
You shot Bucky a frown, muttering a soft apology to Peter as you straightened back up. “You forgot to say please.” You sighed, rolling your eyes.
“Oh did I?” He swivelled round to face you, feigning a sympathetic frown, pouting his perfectly plump pink lips. “I’m sorry, princess, I’m so so sorry you were standing in the doorway.”
Peter whistled lowly at Bucky, slowly backing away from the two of you, disappearing into the crowd of Avengers. A distance, have fun directed at you once he was out of sight.
“Manners cost nothing Bucky.” You reminded him, leaning up against the countertop opposite him.
Turning his back to you, he poured out a steaming cup of black coffee, finishing off all the liquid left in the pot.
“Neither does peace and quiet, but I don’t got any of that today either.” He grumbled, turning back to face you with a deep sigh. His eyes scanned uncomfortably over the crowd.
“God, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” You chuckled, budging him out of the way so you could make a fresh pot of coffee.
“Nope, just a crowded one, princess.” He exhaled from behind his coffee mug.
His breath caught in his throat at how close you stood to him, he could feel the heat radiating off your body. His eyes discreetly roamed over the curve of your hips.
As if you felt his stare on you, you met his gaze, noticing the pink tinge on his cheeks and the sheepish look he tried to hide in his expression.
He cleared his throat, the grumpy frown returning to his face, “you can’t tell me you enjoy this? Not being able to walk into a room without having to squeeze past at least six people. Everyone shouting over one another to be heard, it’s exhausting.”
“Actually, I do like it.” You smiled up at him.
“Course you do.”
Your eyebrows furrowed at him, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, princess.” He shook his at you, a secretive smile resting on his lips that boiled your blood.
You hated when he pretended to know something you didn’t. You knew he was doing it to get a rise out of you, he did nearly every time you spoke to him, and every time you fell for it and bit back.
“Would you stop it with that?” You snapped, voice raising loud enough that it echoed throughout the quieting room.
The loud ring of your voice seemed to capture the attention of everyone who hadn’t already been watching the tension rise between the two of you.
It wasn’t unusual for you and Bucky to end up in the position, bickering like children, anger bubbling in his cerulean eyes staring deeply into yours, your fists curled tightly, always ready to fight one another.
It had never boiled over to an actual physical fight, but you were constantly bickering. You could never agree on any topic, you didn't do it on purpose, you just saw the world so differently from him. Sometimes though you were almost certain he disagreed with you on purpose, it was like he enjoyed getting you all riled up.
Heavy breaths rippled through your chest, you felt uneasy being so close to him. Your bodies centimetres away from one another, it would be so easy for you to grab hold of his neck and kiss his slightly chapped plump pink lips.
His oceanic eyes are almost completely overcast by his black pupils as his hot breath fanned unevenly over your cheeks.
The thought of kissing him shocked you entirely, your whole body frozen by the idea. It had never remotely crossed your mind before and now it was the only thing you could think of. A foreign set of nerves fluttered in your stomach, your heart beating erratically in your chest.
Peter cleared his throat in the most painfully awkward manner, catching your attention and pulling it away from the six foot super soldier that towered over you aggressively.
All eyes in the room were on the two of you, a sea of Avengers gaped at the scene you’d caused with smirks on their faces. The overwhelming silence defused whatever was teetering on the edge of exploding.
“Well now I definitely know who my money’s on.” Sam smirked, playfully digging his elbow into Peter’s ribs.
“What are you talking about Sam?” Bucky huffed, directing his irritated stare in his direction.
Sam’s eyes flickered between you and Bucky, barely able to contain his amusement. Finally nodding his head sideways to push your attention off of him.
You gazed to his left, taking note of the very large white board standing beside him. On the board was a grid drawn out in marker, a list of names all in the left most column. Yours' and Bucky’s names were amongst other pairings such as, Wanda and Vision, Steve and Nat, Kate and Yelena.
Everyone’s names appeared at least once on the board, some likely pairings, others didn’t make any sense at all. Yours’ and Bucky’s included.
In the next column was a tally, the two of you so far seemed to have the highest with seven strikes next to your names, whilst most of the other rows had one or two at most.
You were completely lost and growing more uncomfortable with each passing second. Carefully, you inched your body away from Bucky’s, creating a safe distance between you and him. The image of his lips on yours still plaguing your mind.
“What's going on Sam?”
“What the hell is that?” Bucky fumed, words flying out in time with your own question.
Sam’s smirk grew into a wide, mischievous grin, “well, my argumentative friends.”
He took a long pause, purposefully dragging this whole ordeal out longer than necessary. He could barely contain himself, he was bursting with excitement and praying you were hanging off his every word.
“With the wedding less than a day away and all of our team in one place for the first time in god knows how long. I thought it would be fun to test out a little theory I’ve had for a while.”
Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam’s theatrics, growing more impatient with each passing second. And although Sam was enjoying himself immensely, he could see the anxiety eating away at you and the rage building in Bucky’s eyes.
So he continued because he didn’t feel like starting world war three over a fun little game. “So I’ve started a wager for who’s most likely to have sex at the wedding.”
“A what?”
“Excuse me?”
“A sex wager, I think at least one unlikely or likely pair will end up in a cupboard having sex at the wedding.” He grinned, “It’s practically a scientific theory.”
Your eyes scanned over the board once again, your brain connected the dots slowly. You and Bucky had the most votes out of everyone on the board.
That wasn’t good.
The blood drained from your face, everything went cold, your ears burnt uncomfortably. That’s why everyone was staring at your little scene.
“And you all think it’s gonna be me and Bucky?” You asked, barely able to contain your shock as dread settled in your stomach.
“That some kind of sick joke?” Bucky waved off Sam dismissively. “We can’t be in the same room for more than five minutes without arguing.”
“Whilst that may be true, I honestly think you both just need to relieve some tension.” Sam nodded understandingly, his shit eating grin never once faltering.
“That’s not funny Sam.” Bucky growled, his hands curled into fists by his sides, his jaw clenched uncomfortably. “Fuck the lot of you and your childish little game.“ He grumbled, “well except for you.” He sniggered at you as he stalked out of the kitchen, ignoring the hoots and hollers that followed him as he left.
Your eyes scanned over your friends and teammates, unable to hide your disappointment as you met many jovial gazes. “Nice guys, real nice.” You muttered lowly and followed after Bucky, storming out in an almost identical fashion.
You immediately jumped into your feelings, hating how exposed you felt after that whole ordeal. It wasn’t fun being the top shelf choice for the team’s gossip mill.
You understood Bucky’s point, you were feeling socially suffocated very suddenly. Embarrassment nipped at your fingers as you sought out some solitude away from everyone else.
Your body collided with a hard body as you entered the darker hallway. Caught off guard completely, you gasped as you fell backward, but two large hands splayed across your hips steadying you.
You knew who it was by the cold metal fingertips that dug into your skin with careful strength. It didn’t stop you from peering up at Bucky timidly and mumbling an inaudible apology as he let go of you.
“S’okay.” He grumbled, leaning against the wall with a heavy huff. “Was just about to go back in there and give them a piece of my mind.”
“Don’t worry about them, I think all the excitement for the wedding is just going to their heads.” You spoke softly, resting against the wall beside him, you fiddled with your fingers nervously.
“yeah well wish they wouldn’t stick their noses in my business.” He sighed,
“I know it’s not nice, but-”
“But what? Why are you even out here? We’re not friends, you don’t need to pretend to care and console me, Princess.” He snapped.
You were already licking your wounds over the kitchen incident and his words only served to cut you deeper. You drew away from him, shocked that he’d speak to you so cruelly, of course you bickered but it was never nasty.
You met his gaze, sadness and shock meeting surprise and regret. Bucky opened his mouth tentatively, ready to backtrack but you held your hands up and the words died on his lips.
“You’re right, we’re not friends. Sorry I even bothered.” You glowered and stormed off in the direction of your bedroom.
“Fuck. I’m such an asshole.” Bucky groaned and cursed quietly as he watched you walk away, his body slumping further down the wall.
The ceremony the next day was so beautiful. Tony and Pepper were pulled into their own little world as they spoke their vows to one another, barely aware of all the guests they’d invited.
There wasn’t a dry eye among the team. Wanda had been the first one to start weeping quietly, soft sniffles came from the row in front of you as she snuggled into Vision lovingly. And just like that, the dominoes fell and one by one you were all in tears.
It was no surprise that the party was extravagant and entirely over the top, loud and yet elegant. It perfectly represented Tony and Pepper.
The food, the speeches and the first dance seemed to whiz by in a total blur. You had a feeling Tony had something to do with that, he always loved a party, especially when it was celebrating him.
It didn’t take away from the day at all though, it was a truly magical day, so full of love. You were honoured to be a part of it, but it was almost impossible to think about yourself and your situation.
It made you think of how your wedding day might go one day, when you were ready. You would love to meet your equal, the person that balanced you out and kept you grounded. That person that lifted you up and challenged you to be a better person.
To marry and spend the rest of your life with that person. It all seemed so dreamy, but being at the wedding without a date, just served as a reminder that it was far off into the future.
Just as the first cheesy dance song came on and everyone rushed to the dance floor, you moved swiftly in the other direction. Desperate to avoid rehashing the Macarena incident with Thor, you slipped out into the gardens unbeknownst to the rest of the party.
The early spring chill that embraced your body was a welcome change to the stuffy, sweaty air inside.
You slowly breathed in your surrounding area, enjoying the peaceful contrast of the outside world. Trees littered the outer edge of the land’s perimeter.
The gardens were sectioned into three areas, to the left was a courtyard area with the most expensive garden furniture you’d ever laid eyes on. In the middle was a beautifully carved, white stone fountain, it reminded you of a similar one you'd seen on a mission in Italy.
To the right was a rose garden, hidden behind tall stone walls. The pink and orange roses peeked out between the walls, sparkled under the soft light of the moon. The soft scent of the roses pulled you in that direction, enveloping your senses.
You wandered down the dimly lit pathway towards the bushes, stepping in time with the heavy base of the music inside, the soft rush of the fountain calming your mind completely.
You stared up at the night’s sky, smiling up at the distant twinkling stars as you crossed the threshold, too distracted to notice that you weren’t alone.
You wandered straight past him, wandering further into the bushes, you bent down and plucked the head of an orange rose from the stem. You brought the flower to your nose and inhaled the dreamy scent, smiling to yourself.
“I don’t think the grounds people are gonna be happy to find the rose stem missing the flower tomorrow.” Bucky called out, clearing his throat softly and drawing your attention from the flower over to him.
He was hidden behind one of the walls, barely visible in shadows and against a backdrop of dark green ivy leaves. In this light his black suit, blending into the leaves so easily.
“With Tony as the guest of honour for the party, I think a missing flower is the least of their worries.” You chuckled quietly, wandering back down the path. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were out here, I’ll leave you.”
“No, no it’s fine, honestly.” He grabbed your hand gently engulfing it in his, keeping you from moving further. “ I just didn’t want to scare you because you were pretty engrossed in everything else.” He smiled at you, reluctantly letting go of your hand.
You were somewhat suspicious of how kind he was being, but it was a nice change from being at each other’s throat all the time. So you played along.
“Yeah, sometimes I find myself getting really lost in the details of nature, it’s all so beautiful. Especially the stars, they’re so pretty, don’t you think?”
“Hmm… I’ve never really taken too much notice of them.” Bucky replied, gazing up as you had just been doing and smiled as the stars glittered in his pale blue eyes.
“I do. My mum always used to say I spent too much time with my head up in the clouds as a kid, but I never really saw it as a bad thing. ” You murmured, your eyes back on the sky, not noticing the way Bucky’s eyes sparkled at you.
The rose bushes swayed in time with music as a sharp gust of wind billowed through the gardens. The cold air settled over your skin, goosebumps pebbled on your bare shoulders and arms. You rubbed your arms softly as the chill ran down your spine.
“Here, take my jacket.” He said, shrugging it off and placing it on your shoulders before you even had a chance to protest. The smell of his woody aftershave welcomed you like an old friend.
“Thanks.” You mumbled, popping your stolen orange rose into the top pocket of his jacket.
“So what brings you out into the cold? Bored of all the people yet?” He smirked, rolling his eyes as someone opened the door to the party and a rush of warm air and loud voices fell out into the peaceful garden.
“Just got a little overwhelming, after the kitchen incident yesterday I kinda saw what you meant about how crowded everything felt.”
“Oh yeah? Why the change of heart, princess?” He was taunting you, arrogant bastard was goading you into another argument. You instantly regretted being so candid with him as you met his smirking gaze.
“Would it kill you to be nice to me for once? I was agreeing with you and you still used it as an opportunity to be an ass!” You huffed, turning away from in and back in the direction of the party.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, okay?” His metal fingertips wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back behind the wall, this time he didn’t let go of you. “I just didn’t think that little miss perfect Avenger had any flaws.” He mumbled, looking at the contrast between his metal hand and your supple skin.
“I’m not a little miss perfect, Buck.” You breathed, painfully aware of how close you were to one now. “You’re an ass.”
“I know,” he smiled, pulling his lip between his teeth. “You’re just so cute when you get all worked up.”
“Cute?”
“Yeah, cute.”
“Thought you didn’t like me?” You broke away from his gaze momentarily, unsure of the nerves that stirred in your stomach.
“Oh don’t get me wrong, princess. You’re still a pain in the ass, but I still think you’re cute.” He chuckled, his cool metal thumb ran over your wrist, softly tracing your veins. You felt your bodies grow even closer, your breath hitched in your throat.
You smell his minty breath on your face, mingling with your own. You dared to look into his eyes again, but he was too busy staring at your lips. “Bucky…” you trailed off.
The words floated right out of your brain as his other hand settled on your hip, squeezing your flesh firmly.
You were both frozen in the moment, breathing in the other person, trying to decide what the next step was.
You so desperately didn’t want to prove Sam right, but at this very moment it didn’t seem to matter all that much. Sam wasn’t here, Bucky was and he looked like the perfect fix.
It could be terrible, it could be the worst kiss of your life, or it could be everything you needed to calm the thoughts of loneliness the wedding had stirred up.
Maybe, just maybe, Bucky could be the answer to all your problems, at least for tonight that is.
You took the plunge, wrapping your fingers around his tie and closing the final piece of distance between your bodies and connected your lips with his.
Although he was surprised, Bucky kissed you back instantly, his grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you into him. And then he pulled away, bewildered and hungry for more.
“What are you doing?” He asked breathlessly, terrified by the rapid way his heart beat in its cage. Ignoring the instant yearning he felt to have his lips pressed to yours again.
“Losing this sex wager and trying to blow of some steam, you wanna argue with me on this too?” It was your turn to smirk, you held all the cards. It was rare that you got to see Bucky all flustered, it was usually you in this position.
A beat passed, heavy breaths heaved from his chest before his hands cupped your face roughly and crashed his lips into yours. It was a clash of teeth and tongues as your mouths moved against one another, so much passion thrown into a very unexpected kiss.
He crowded your space, forcing you back against the ivy covered wall. Windy twigs and sharp leaves stabbed into your skin, the protection of your dress and his jacket did nothing to help.
“Ow, oh that’s sharp.” You exclaimed, breaking away from his lips.
“Switch places with me.”
You compiled without any argument, reconnecting your lips with force. He pulled your lip between his teeth, tugging your mouth open and slipped his tongue into your mouth as his back pressed the bushes too.
“Oh fuck, I see what you mean.” He muttered against your lips, hissing in pain.
“Are you agreeing with me on something?” You giggled, pecking his lips softly.
“Don’t make me regret it, princess.” He growled lowly. Shiver erupted in your body, sending a shockwave down to your pussy. Usually you detested that nickname, but when he said it like that it made your body tremble and your thighs clench in anticipation.
“What shall we do?” You purred sweetly. Bucky groaned, resting his forehead against yours, the undeniable need evident in your tone made his head spin. He surveyed the area, noting that the wall on the other side of the path was completely bare. It wasn’t as concealed but it was better than being stabbed in the back.
“I have an idea.” He murmured, pressing his lips against yours as his hands slipped around your body and under your thighs. He picked you up off the ground with ease, you wrapped your legs around his beefy torso.
He carried you over to the bare wall, holding you up against it. He groaned as your dress pushed up over your thighs and he caught sight of your lace panties.
This wall was lower than the other one, the lights from the party skimmed the top of your hairline. You could see the shadows of people moving inside from the corner of your eye, you could hear the doors opening and shutting.
There was so much risk doing it here, and it made you want to do it even more. You kissed him harder, your fingers laced into the roots of his soft brown locks and tugged roughly. A groan escaped his lips and he pulled away, exposing his neck to you.
You kissed his cheek, along his jawline and down his neck, sucking and nipping at his skin and he pushed you harder into the wall. Soft moans fell from his lips with each movement of your lips.
You ground your hips into his, feeling his heavy length dig into you deliciously. His hands ran along your thighs, squeezing your soft flesh, stopping right at the hem of your dress, inches away from where you needed him most.
“Buck!” You whimpered, nudging your nose against his neck, “stop teasing.”
“Fuck you sound so pretty, Princess.” He growled.
“Bucky…” You whined again, kissing him hard as his fingers continue to tease along your panty line, softly tracing the outline of your clit ever so slightly.
“Yeah Princess?”
“Fuck me, please.” You dug your nails into his scalp and tugged again.
“You keep talking like that and playing with my hair and I’ll do anything for you.” He groaned, as his hands fiddled with his belt and shimmied his pants down far enough to pull his cock from his pants.
You gasped quietly as precum leaked from his tip, “fuck you’re big.” You whimpered, head falling into the crook of his neck.
He breathed out a strained laugh, his hot breath fanning over your cheek. His hand traced your inner thigh, setting alight to your stomach as he pulled your panties to the side. His fingers glided through your wet folds, gathering your slick on pads of his fingers and spreading your wetness over his thick cock.
You watched his every action, mesmerised by his actions as little gasps escaped your lips.
“Ready for me, Princess?” He groaned, lining his member up with your entrance. You nodded frantically, pleading for him softly.
He began to push into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size, but you were too desperate, you needed more. You ground your hips down, pushing yourself down until he bottomed out. The way he stretched you was heavenly, you couldn't hold back your moans.
He pulled back, leaving you feeling empty only to thrust back inside you deeply and quickly, his hips meeting yours. “You feel so good, princess.”
“So do you, Buck.” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly as he thrust up into you slowly.
With each pump of his cock, he picked up his pace, thrusting deep and quick, keeping you full. You met his hips with your own, bouncing up and down, scratching the soft material of his suit jacket against the rough wall.
He placed his lips onto yours, moving messily against your mouth, your noses bumping against one another as he drove into you at a brutal speed. He rested his forehead against yours, as his ice cold metal fingertips teased your legs again.
You were floating on cloud nine, quickly ascending towards your own personal heaven as he hit your spongy spot over and over again.
“No more fighting, it’s so exhausting.” You moaned, “next time you start finding me annoying, let’s just do this instead.”
“Oh princess, I’ll never leave this tight little hole if that’s the deal you wanna strike.” He groaned, you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, involuntarily clenching around his length. “Fuck that’s good, your milking my cock baby.”
He finally stopped his teasing and pressed his fingers against your clit, he flicked and rubbed and pulled at your bundle of nerves, pushing you just a little bit closer.
Your head fell forwards onto his shoulder, moaning loudly as he relentlessly worked your over, tracing a figure of eight into your pearl.
Stars erupted behind your closed lids, you trembled in his hold, shaking as you came hard.
“That’s it Princess.” He groaned as you clamped down around him, his pumped into you messily a few more times before following over the edge and filling you to the brim with his seed.
Your heavy breaths mingled in the small space between you, you both remained completely still as you came back down to earth.
“Fuck that was amazing.” Bucky muttered, kissing your hairline tenderly.
You sighed contentedly, pressing your lips to his jawline. His fingers guided your face upwards to meet his gaze and smiled at you sweetly. His lips found yours, moving slowly this time, no rush, no anger, he was just enjoying you.
“Ah come on guys!” Peter’s voice cut through the moment and startled you both. “I purposely didn’t bet on you two!”
You peaked your head over Bucky’s shoulder, trying not to think about the fact that his hard cock was still buried deep inside you and it was showing no signs of softening any time soon.
“Kinda ruining a moment Peter.” Bucky chuckled, his shining eyes never veering from your face as the moonlight illuminated your features.
“And seeing your bare ass was a treat for us?” Sam laughed, turning away from the scene.
“Go away please.” You squeaked, hiding in Bucky’s chest, resisting the groan caught in your throat as his cock shifted inside you.
“Okay lovebirds, we’ll leave you to it. I’ve got some money to collect anyways.” Sam sang, pulling Peter away from the two of you.
“There’s never any privacy with this team.” Bucky grumbled, slowly he began rocking his hips back and forth, smiling at the way your eyes fluttered closed.
“You got that right.” you moaned, fingertips gripping his shoulders.
“You agreeing with me princess?” He smirked.
“Don’t make me regret it, Bucky.”
“So you wanna get outta here and go back to compound, rather than facing the team? He continued his soft movements, barely moving inside you but your sensitive walls gripped him like a vice.
“I like the sound of that.” He smiled at you, pecking your lips.
“Look at us agreeing on so many things this evening.” You ground your hips into his again, in no rush to go anywhere. “It’s like we were meant to be doing this all along instead.”
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