Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky looks good in a suit, and it isn't fair how easily he turns you on.
Word Count: Over 2k
Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), referenced oral sex (f. receiving), feels, sweet and spicy fic, established relationship, vulnerability, being in love, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: More Tower Shenanigans based on an anon ask. ❤️ Thank you to the lovely @buckybarnesfic, @soelstress, @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for looking it over and assuring me it wasn't garbage. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky was still getting ready for the day while you made him breakfast. It was the most important meal of the day, and neither of you would let the other skip it. Thankfully the rest of the team had already eaten and were elsewhere, otherwise everyone would try to steal something; except for Bob because he wouldn't take food without asking. Not to mention the last time John tried to steal one of Yelena’s meals he almost lost a finger.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee cut through the last traces of sleep, warming you up as you loaded the plates with various foods and set them on the island. You rinsed the dishes and cleaned the counters while you waited for Bucky, doing a silly little dance in-between tasks. It wasn't your day to tidy up the kitchen, but you weren't going to be a jerk and leave it a mess.
“Someone’s happy this morning,” Ava said from behind you, and you somehow didn't jump at the sound. You were all getting used to her phasing in and out of the rooms. “Let me guess. Morning sex?”
Was it obvious since you were only in your robe and underwear? “Maybe,” you teased.
The wonderful ache between your legs was a nice reminder of how Bucky woke you earlier, making you shiver. You felt his fingers and tongue working you over before you opened your eyes, and you barely recovered from your first orgasm before he had his cock in you. It wasn't rushed either. He took his time, making you feel every delicious inch as he thrust slow and deep. Even when you came again he didn't stop.
“‘Attagirl,” he smiled against your lips while you trembled beneath him, his body effectively caging you in. “But you can give me one more. I know you can.”
“Bucky,” you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you to the brim.
“Just one more, sweetheart.” A hand moved between your bodies so he could play you like a well tuned instrument. “One more and I’ll give it to you.”
You did, and so did he, your name tumbling from his lips as he spilled into you. Who wouldn't give Bucky another orgasm if he gently demanded it? Three orgasms wasn't a bad way to start the day. A girl could do much worse.
“Lucky,” she smirked, snapping you out of your thoughts when she snatched a bite of food from Bucky’s plate. “Mmm. Remind me to have you make me breakfast the next time you have morning sex.”
“Hey!” you yelled, but there was laughter in your eyes when she took another bite and phased away. “You’ll pay for that!”
“Who will pay for what?” Bucky asked when he walked into the room, making your breath catch in your throat.
Bucky's hair was tucked behind his ears today, bringing your attention to his steel eyes before you took in the rest of him. His suit was tailored impeccably to his large frame, and he wore it well. He carried himself with composed ease, his steps deliberate and head held high. His presence demanded attention without appearing arrogant, which was tough to balance. He was all man.
He was your man.
“Fuck me,” you breathed.
Bucky may not be a Congressman anymore, but he would have had your vote for anything and everything he ever wanted.
His eyes flashed with unmistakable lust and pride as he walked toward you, making your stomach flip. “Already did.”
“You did, and you can do that again later,” you said, reaching up to trace his mouth.
You smiled when he kissed your fingers. It was an honor to touch him and that wasn't at all an exaggeration. You noticed how tense he got when some got too close to him, but not you. Never you.
“So, I look handsome?” he asked casually, adjusting his tie. “Not that I’m trying to look handsome. I’m only wearing this since I have a meeting, and I might get a few dirty looks if I show up in tactical gear.”
You almost teased that he was fishing for a compliment, but you saw just a flicker of his confidence waver as he waited for your answer. “Suit or tactical gear, you’re the most handsome man I've ever seen.”
He breathed out, his confidence back in full force. “I’m glad to hear that.” Sliding a hand over the curve of your hip, his fingers dug in, a protective and possessive touch, when he brought his mouth to your ear. “And I may have to wear suits around you more often since it turns you on so much.”
You tried to play coy, as if your nipples hadn’t peaked and your clit didn't throb. “Who said I'm turned on?”
Bucky chuckled and lowered his head, his teeth nipping your neck and drawing a whimper from you. His lips moved up to find your ear again while you tried to keep your breathing steady. “Don't have to say it, sweetheart. I can smell you,” he whispered. You couldn't hide anything with those heightened senses of his, a blessing or a curse depending on how you looked at it. “Ruined your panties the second I walked in here.”
Your eyes closed. He was right, the smug bastard. Damn him. Damn him to Hell. No, not there. That was too cruel. Your bed would do nicely.
It was insane the more you thought about it. The man could breathe and it would send your libido into overdrive. Feminism? Where did it go? One murder strut or grumpy stare and it went out the window along with your panties. One smile and it melted your insides.
What had he done to you?
“You're unbelievable,” you sighed.
He pulled back, searching your face. “What do you mean?”
“I was a strong and capable woman before I came here,” you said, the words sounding ridiculous as soon as they left your mouth.
“And you still are,” he assured you. Bucky was one of your biggest supporters, always.
“It’s just… Do you have any idea what that’s like? To just look at someone and get turned on?” You stepped out of reach and gestured to him. You asked yourself some days how Bucky Barnes could possibly be real. How did someone like him exist? “You breathe and I get aroused. That isn't normal.”
No other man had that kind of power over you, body or heart, until him.
The warm chuckle from your boyfriend had you fighting not to smile. “One, we’re not normal. Two, your breathing turns me on, too. And three, I do know it’s like to just look at someone and get aroused because that happens when I look at you,” he said, taking your hand to bring you back to him. He placed it against his crotch and grew harder under your touch. “We’re a match made in heaven, Hell, whatever you want to call it.”
Blood rushed to your cheeks. You two were a good match. “It isn't just arousal when I look at you. It’s…” You took a breath and gripped his jacket with your other hand, trying to be careful not to wrinkle it. “You smile at me and…”
“And what?” he asked, catching your eye and softly smiling.
You swallowed, your eyes suddenly misting over before you dropped your hands. It was alarming how quickly your emotions took over in regard to Bucky. “I see a future with you there.”
Bucky cupped your cheeks when you tried to duck your head. He had stripped you bare more than once, but saying something like that made you feel more vulnerable than when you were naked. “Oh, sweetheart.”
“You have the power to break me,” you whispered, your eyes shutting. Not to hide, but to keep the tears at bay. “Which should be terrifying, but it’s very exhilarating.”
To give that much of yourself to another, to trust them to that extent, wasn't easy. But if life taught you anything, it was that it was too short and you had to seize every opportunity to live it to the fullest. Who better to do that with than Bucky Barnes?
You cleared your throat when he didn't say anything, his eyes a storm of emotions when you opened yours. “Your breakfast is getting cold. You should-”
He surged forward, his lips covering yours. The pad of his thumbs brushed your cheeks when he deepened the kiss, coaxing you to open your mouth to his. Emotions surged through you, your heart nearly overflowing as you held onto each other. You felt everything all at once and let yourself be swept away.
He slowly broke the kiss allowing you both to savor the lingering touch of each other's lips and take a much needed breath. “You could break me, too, but you won't,” he said, his forehead resting against yours as you attempted to calm your racing heart. “Just like I'd never break you.”
It was a vow that resonated in your core, a declaration of love, one that had you kissing him again and silently promising the same. “Match made in heaven or Hell, huh?”
“And where you go, I’ll follow,” he smiled.
You'd follow him, too. “Well, right now you need to eat breakfast and head out so you aren't late for your meeting.”
He groaned and refrained from rolling his eyes. “This suit is coming off as soon as I get back,” he said, much to your disappointment. Or maybe your delight.
“Right when you get back?” You bit your lip. “Will you use the tie on me?”
“I can,” he smirked, making your body heat up all over again. “Can have a little fun in the office, too. Pretend I’m your boss and-”
“Or I could be your boss since I'm strong and capable,” you teased.
He moaned, seemingly into that idea as he backed you against the island. “Boss or not, I’ll still bend you over the desk or have you sit on it while I eat your pretty pussy.”
You whined. There was no stopping Bucky when he was hungry. He’d spread your legs and stay between them until you cried, lap up every drop and still want more.
His hands roamed your body, forgetting all about breakfast. “Fuck you raw and fill you up just the way you-”
Bob cleared his throat, both of you turning toward the sound. How long had the poor guy been standing there? “Just getting a drink,” he said, quickly going to the fridge and avoiding looking at you. “I’m not even here.”
“Sorry, Bob,” you smiled sheepishly when he grabbed his drink and bolted. “We should probably rent a hotel room or something soon and give the team a break.”
You and Bucky could be extremely private some days and others there was no stopping you. How the team put up with it you had no idea. Maybe because you made each other happy. It still had to be slightly obnoxious for them.
Bucky scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his handsome face, too. “Or we could always do a campout on the roof so we aren't too far away,” he suggested.
You smiled as you imagined it. Looking out over the city and watching the stars before cuddling up in a tent. A cabin getaway was also something to keep in mind for the future when you two could take a break together. Peaceful, quiet. Something just for the two of you.
“A roof campout sounds nice,” you said.
“Good,” Bucky smirked before he picked you up and set you on the island. “Campout later. Right now I want breakfast.”
“Bucky, your meeting.”
“I won't be late.”
You didn't resist when he opened your legs. “Ava said no more fooling around in the kitchen since we eat here,” you reminded him. Alexei would probably encourage it. “And I just cleaned up, and you haven't eaten the food I made.”
“I’ll clean up the mess,” he winked as he crouched down. “And I’ll eat after I eat.”
And he did.
We deserve this. Bucky deserves this. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
I wrote the thought processes behind the numbered ones under the cut so I don’t bother people with it
(Almost wondering if I should just make a side-blog for my tower related posts at this point lmao)
1.) What I’m doing during the monthly Homelander tantrum warning. My room = Safety, obviously. (Dramatic red lights probably not included)
2.) When I saw the one image of Nemesis from a while back with a hole in her ear from the tag she used to have I wanted to give her an earring. So this is that. (Side note: would definitely allow her access to my room because she’s never done anything wrong ever 💜)
3.) The one interaction with Homelander I’ve become (mostly) comfortable with is when I give him art. Outside of that I’m out of my depth and I panic with the straightest face possible. Like the incredibly unlikely scenario that I get an American flag jump-scare in the elevator one of the few times I leave my room. (Did one where he’s covered in blood because it’s funny).
Filled the rest with random doodles. I’ve come to realize I would basically be doing the same things I do in real life (hide in a dark room and leave for food and work). Frankly I have no business surviving in the tower’s environment most things considered, but it’s really funny that I am.
I’m not trying to write a small novel so I’m going to stop now lmao
Another super adorable Empire Sib fic, Coping; The Beauregard Story by thatoldblavkmagic. I love this one especially because of just how well Beau is portrayed, it’s so easy to slip into her POV! <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rated ‘G’, with no tag warnings because the worst thing that happens is Beau punching Caleb like an Aunty pinches a baby’s cheeks.
Seriously, this is just an adorable Empire Sibs moment in Caleb’s Tower as seen from Beau’s POV. Just pure Beau Appreciating Caleb times and her awkward -but sweet!- way of showing it. Also a good study in Calebese because no one understands him like Beau does :)
Please remember that Authors are like feral cats -they require many offerings of kudos and comments to be coaxed out from under the bed, and you need to be calm and kind when handling them. Make sure to give them lots of love!
I just had this very clear image in my head of the Mighty Nein walking into the tower at the end of the day and I know Caleb didn’t say anything about a coat room, but there’s something incredibly cute and domestic about the idea of all of them taking off their coats and hanging them up and brushing the snow off their boots and putting them away in the same room.
