try it on for me
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Pairing: Feral!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (18+), Oral Sex (F Receiving), Pillow Princess Worship, Praise Kink, Possessive Behavior, Feral Bucky Barnes, Lingerie Kink, Filthy Talk, Mild Degradation (playful), Manhandling, No Plot, Just Lingerie and Bucky Losing His Mind, Ten Lingerie Sets, One Very Desperate Man.
Word count: 2.1k
Music:
Dangerous - Sleep Token
MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT - Elley Duhé
I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin
Infinity - Jaymes Young
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Cheekbones - Arrows in Action
Notes: This is part one, find part two here! First time posting to tumblr so I’m still learning. Hope you all enjoy!
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
It started three days ago, when you opened your lingerie drawer and found, well… nothing.
A few sad scraps of lace, one single strap from a bralette that looked like it had been mauled by a wild animal (a six foot tall, blue eyed, super soldier shaped wild animal…), and a pair of panties with one side torn clean through. And the rest?
Thrown out.
The ones that had gotten too small.
The ones you bought on impulse at 2 a.m. but never wore.
And all the ones Bucky had… destroyed. With enthusiasm.
So you simply shrugged, grabbed your laptop, and told yourself: I’ll just get a few new things.
Except “a few” had somehow turned into twenty four items.
And the total had somehow become… $218.43.
Give or take.
(Definitely do not let Bucky know that part.)
By the time you pulled into the garage after a long day at the compound, you’d nearly forgotten about the reckless shopping spree. You toed your shoes off neatly by the door, hung your keys on the hook, and called out softly:
“Buck? I’m home!”
Footsteps padded down the stairs, heavy stride, familiar rhythm, and before you could take another breath, Bucky’s warm presence filled the doorway. He leaned in immediately, kissing your temple like he couldn’t help himself.
“Hey doll,” he murmured, brushing a stray curl behind your ear. “You, uh… got a package upstairs.”
“A package?” You echoed, distracted as you started unbuttoning your coat.
“Yeah,” he said with a grin. “Pretty sure it’s yours. Big box. Like… giant.”
You froze halfway through the second button, blinking up at Bucky as though he’d just announced the second coming of Christ.
“A… a giant box?” You echoed, voice going a touch too high-pitched.
Bucky’s brow lifted instantly. Suspicious, amused, and definitely interested now.
“Yeah,” he said slowly, like he was watching live footage of your brain buffering. “Big one. Brown cardboard. Has your name on it. We talkin’ shoes? More candle shit? Don’t tell me you bought another weighted blanket—”
“Nope!” You blurted too fast. Way too fast.
Bucky narrowed his eyes.
“Sweetheart.”
“…yes?” you squeaked.
“What’d you order?”
You opened your mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
Lie. Lie. Lie, you begged your own brain
“Just… stuff.”
“Uh-huh,” he murmured, his metal fingers trailing up your arm like a man who definitely knew you were hiding something. “Stuff that needs a box bigger than you?”
Your stomach sank.
He was going to see the total if he opened it. He was going to find out you spent the price of a small utility bill on lace, mesh, silk, and bows.
He’d combust… and not in a normal way.
“Don’t… open it,” you said quickly, poking his chest.
His grin went slow and wolfish.
“Oh, absolutely opening it now.”
“James Buchanan Barnes, don’t you dare—”
He was already halfway up the stairs.
“BUCKY!”
He reached the bedroom door before you did, grabbed the giant box like it weighed nothing, and set it on the foot of the bed. When you burst in behind him, breathless and ready to throw yourself between him and the cardboard like you were preventing a bomb detonation, he gave you the smuggest grin you’d ever seen on his stupid handsome face.
“You know,” he said mildly, hooking his thumb under the tape, “I could smell something on it. Perfume or somethin’. You orderin’ new lotion?”
You lunged.
He sliced the tape open.
Lingerie of all colors, fabrics, lace, silk, and ribbons spilled open like a treasure chest from the world’s sexiest pirate ship.
Bucky went silent.
He stared down at the pile.
Then at you.
Then back at the pile.
Then at you again, slower this time, eyes darkening like storm clouds rolling in.
“You… did… not…”
You backed up until your calves hit the dresser.
“It was on sale.”
He raised one eyebrow.
“All of it?”
“Some of it.”
“How much did you spend?”
You pressed your lips together.
“Doll.”
“…two hundred-ish?”
He moved.
Not fast, not slow.
Just… predatory.
“That’s not a number.”
“Two—” she winced, “—eighteen.”
He blinked. Once. Twice.
Then dragged a hand over his face like he was seconds from falling to his knees in prayer.
“Two hundred and eighteen dollars…” he hissed. “On lingerie.”
You nodded.
“For you.”
He looked like you’d just personally handed him the keys to heaven.
“Baby,” he said hoarsely, “you tryin’ to kill me?”
“Not intentionally.”
He stepped closer until your back hit the dresser next and bracketed you in with his hands, caging you without touching.
“Show me.”
Your breath caught. “What?”
Bucky dipped his head so his lips brushed your ear.
“Show. Me.” Each word a growl. “Every. Fuckin’. Piece.”
Your damn knees almost gave out.
“Oh,” you shakily whispered. “Okay.”
He stepped back from where he had you pinned and lowered himself into the armchair across from the bed, spread his thighs, and settled in like a man ready to witness something holy.
“Sunshine.”
“Yes?” you whispered, already reaching into the box.
“I’m not touchin’ you until you’ve shown me all of it.”
Your inhale was sharp.
“That’s… Bucky, that’s like ten sets—”
“Then you better start,” he murmured, voice dark honey. “Slow.”
You swallowed hard and pulled out the first set, a pale lilac mesh with tiny embroidered daisies, and disappeared into the bathroom. You changed fast, heart hammering, hands shaking.
And when you stepped out…
Bucky’s jaw dropped open.
“Fuck…”
You flushed bright pink. “Do you… like it?”
He didn’t answer, he stood so suddenly the chair scraped. He walked toward you in two long steps, cupped your face, kissed you like he was starving, then ripped himself away with a growl.
“No. No, I said I’m not touching you. I sit. You model. Don’t tempt me.”
“You kissed me!”
“That was a reflex!” he half–shouted, pacing away from you like a feral animal. “You can’t just come out lookin’ like… like that! I need a second—Jesus—okay, keep goin’.”
The second piece was black lace with velvet straps.
He choked on air the second you stepped out.
The third was white and barely there.
He swore under his breath the entire time you modeled it.
By the sixth piece, he was gripping the arms of the chair hard enough to bend steel.
By the ninth, sweat had broken along his forehead.
When you stepped out in the tenth, a red satin ribbon set that literally tied at your hips, Bucky made a sound that wasn’t human.
“Sunshine,” he said weakly, “if you don’t get on this bed right now, I’m gonna pass out.”
“You said all of them.”
“I lied.”
“But you said—”
“I liiiiied,” he practically whimpered, dragging himself up.
“But you said—”
“Baby,” he said through gritted teeth, “I’m beggin’ you. Come here.”
You sauntered—sauntered—toward him, all tease and sunshine and sin in red ribbon.
“Say the magic word.”
His head tipped back.
“Please,” he whined, his voice soft, wrecked, and utterly desperate.
And when you climbed into his lap, he grabbed you so hungrily you gasped, finally letting days of pent-up need pour out of him.
“You bought all this lingerie,” he panted against your throat, “and you modeled damn near every piece knowing what you were doin’ to me.”
“I wanted to look pretty.”
He laughed, breathless and disbelieving.
“Pretty? Doll, you look like a fuckin’ fantasy. You look like every dream I’ve ever had, sittin’ in my lap in ribbons. I’m gonna ruin every single one of these sets. Every one.”
You shivered. “You already ruined the last batch.”
“Exactly,” he said, pushing you back onto the bed with a growl. “Now be a good girl and let me ruin this one too.”
You laughed breathlessly as you hit the mattress, your hair spilling around you like a halo of sunshine dipped in sin. The red ribbon lingerie sat perfectly against your skin, thin strips of satin crossing your chest, a bow above your sternum, two long ties at your hips framing soft, warm skin Bucky had dreamed about all damn day.
He just stood there for a moment, staring at you like he legitimately didn’t know if he should get on the bed, get on his knees, or climb onto the ceiling like some feral creature.
“You’re starin’,” you teased, propping yourself up on your elbows.
He blinked hard.
“You’re sittin’ on my bed,” he rasped, “wearing somethin’ that’s barely cloth and expectin’ me to act normal.”
“It’s just lingerie—”
“No,” he cut in, voice low and hot, “it’s you in lingerie.”
He crawled onto the bed and over you like a man possessed. His metal hand traced the red satin at your hip, fingertip brushing the bow.
“This…” he murmured, “…this is what broke me.”
“You haven’t even touched it yet.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, leaning in until his breath warmed your neck, “I don’t need to. You walkin’ outta that bathroom wearing this? That did it.”
His mouth found your jaw, your throat, dragging open-mouthed kisses down to the top of your chest. His vibranium fingers teased the bow at your sternum, pulling at one ribbon slowly, deliberately, just to watch you gasp.
“You spent two hundred dollars on lingerie?” he breathed against your skin. “You know what that tells me?”
“That I have terrible self-control with online shopping?”
He laughed into your neck. “No, doll. It tells me you bought all this because you knew I’d lose my mind the second I saw you in it.”
His flesh hand cupped your breast, thumb brushing the satin edge.
“And you were right.”
You arched up into him, nudging your knee between his thighs, feeling how hard he already was for you. He hissed.
“Sweetheart,” he warned.
“What?” You asked sweetly, feigning innocence you absolutely didn’t have.
“Stop temptin’ me.”
“You literally just said that was the point.”
He groaned like you were murdering him with sunshine.
Then he kissed you, deep and needy, all tongue and heat and pent-up hunger, like he’d been waiting for this since the moment he opened that damn box. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer, and that was all it took.
He snapped.
One second he was kissing you, the next his fingers hooked into the red bows at your hips, pulling them loose in one forceful tug. The satin slipped apart like it was made to be undone by him.
“You’re gonna ruin it,” you whispered, breathless.
“Yeah,” he murmured darkly, kisses trailing down your stomach, “I am.”
He moved lower. Lower. Until his face hovered right between your thighs, eyes staring up at you like you were dessert.
“You look at me like that,” he said, voice a growl, “in red ribbons… and expect the set to survive?”
Your hand slid into his hair, tugging gently.
“Buck—”
He didn’t give you time to finish.
His mouth was on you, hot, greedy, and reverent, licking into you like he’d been starved for days. You gasped, hips jerking, thighs squeezing around his head, and he made a sound that vibrated through you.
His grip tightened on your thighs, pulling you closer, holding you exactly where he wanted you. His metal hand flattened against your stomach, keeping you pinned while his tongue worked deeper, slower, then faster, then slower again because he wanted you begging.
“Oh my God,” you choked out, fingers gripping his hair so tightly he groaned into you. “Bucky—”
“That’s it,” he panted between long, messy strokes, “say my name in that voice. The one you only use when you’re wearin’ stuff I bought you—”
“I bought this!”
“And now it’s mine.”
He sucked at you like he wanted to claim every inch. You were trembling, your thighs shaking around his head, your breath uneven and broken as you tried to hold on…
But he wasn’t having it.
Two fingers slid inside you, deep and slow, curling perfectly, and your back arched so sharply your shoulders lifted off the sheets.
“Buck—!”
“Good girl,” he growled, dragging his mouth up to your clit again, lips sealing around it. “Come on, sunshine. Give it to me. Let me taste what two hundred dollars bought.”
That was it.
You shattered, crying out his name, your whole body shaking with the force of it. He held you through it, groaning into you as he worked you through the waves, drinking down every sound you made.
When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, Bucky kissed the inside of your thigh, leaving a wet mark straight on your skin.
“Okay,” he said hoarsely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “One set down.”
Your eyes fluttered halfway open.
“One… set?”
“You modeled ten,” he said, crawling up your hovered over you again, his voice a sinful promise. “I’m gonna ruin all of ‘em.”
You stared up at him, cheeks flushed, hair a halo on the pillow.
“You’re insane.”
He smirked, digging his knee between your thighs again.
“Insane about you.”
And then he reached for the next lingerie piece in the box.
