i'm here to talk about training with boyfriend!bucky 👀 let's be honest, you are doing this with him mostly to just stare at him when he is training, at first he is okay with this, but later?
"oh hell no, baby, you are training with me" but you just want to look at his abs???? let a girl live.
after your first training you are exhausted, but the more you do it the better it feels, but let's be honest still the best cardio is your boyfriend (he is 100% the type who will manhandle you, just saying)
SO! i haven’t been reading fic in a long time bc i’ve been reading books BUT, discovered this fic rec in my drafts from 2022 lol oops!
This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :)
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Bucky x reader:
A Correspondence of Obligations by @pellucid-constellations
prince!Bucky x princess!reader
“ Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.”
Sky Full of Song by @wkemeup
pirate!Bucky x pirate/siren!reader
“Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed.”
Starting Gate by @navybrat817
motocross!Bucky x reader
“You attract the attention of your coworker's friend who just happens to be a handsome racer who plays for keeps.”
Oath by @softlybarnes (part of the Sugar series but can be reader alone)
40s Bucky x reader
“Bucky finally proposes to Y/N.”
Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd
Bucky x reader (Zombie apocalypse au)
“It’s been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you’ve learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He’s been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren’t telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you’re put at risk, he’ll stop at nothing to keep you safe.”
No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain
college athlete!Bucky x reader
“You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.”
Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy
Bucky x reader
“bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.”
Recipe for Disaster by @seventven
dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader
“your dad’s best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation”
In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd
Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader
“Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.”
Love in Four Acts by @chouettedubois
neighbor MCU Bucky x nurse!reader
“You’re a nurse living in Brooklyn. You’ve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesn’t seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet. That’s when you learn that he’s James Buchanan Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier. Well, there goes your chances. Or maybe getting close to a superhero isn’t as far-fetched as it sounds.”
Plaything part one + two by @captain-buckyyy
virgin!Bucky x reader
“bucky’s innocence is just too much for you to resist”
calamitous love series by @classylo
princess!reader x commoner!bucky
“Reader is a modern princess under immense pressure to marry before she takes the crown, she choose her Prince Charming four years ago… but he didn’t choose her back. He left her with a broken heart and her kingdom to rule alone. Four years later, reader is in an arranged engagement with a man who she can see herself loving… one day… everything seems to be falling into place until her original prince shows up at her engagement party determined to win her back before her wedding day.”
Not Even a Little by @intrepidacious
roommate!Bucky x reader, modern au
“The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it’s a bad idea. And you have.”
Followed You by @cwbucky
Bucky x reader
“You meet this guy named Bucky through Instagram. Even though neither of you knows what the other person looks like, you two immediately connect. Things get complicated when you start your new job at Stark Industries and you catch a glimpse of the handsome Sergeant Barnes.”
Matched by @nony-bear
Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader
“Bucky Barnes always dreamed of settling down with a mate but after decades of trauma leaving him a grumpy old man with a robotic arm he’s convinced no one could love an alpha like him. Begrudgingly he follows his therapist advice and enrolls in the Swan Program a mate matching program offered but the new aged bio-tech company Mate-Tech”
Body Talk by @boxofbonesfic
trainer!Bucky x plus size!reader
“You’re determined to come out of this breakup a better you, but Bucky likes the you you are.”
King in Your Story by @sinner-as-saint
viking!Bucky x princess!reader
“Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.”
Oh Baby, Oh Baby by @tooearlyforthis
Bucky x reader
“As a new recruit, y/n isn’t allowed to go on all the missions yet. To make matters worse, they left behind another, someone that she had despised ever since she first stepped foot in the compound - James Buchanan Barnes.”
Before You by @m4tthewmurd0ck
prince!Bucky x baker!reader
reader is a baker who happens to work at a shop the royals enjoy getting baked goods from :)
Steve Rogers x reader:
Rising Tide by @pellucid-constellations
surfer!Steve x reader
“A relationship built up from the ocean floor, you and Steve had lifetime worth of memories—most best friends did. But things were beginning to change, unspoken feelings creating a rift that cast a shadow over the bond you called home. Unfortunately for you, rip currents are often hardest to spot in the dark”
Summary: Your new gym comes with a few perks. Heated swimming pool, sauna, and your very own personal trainer. Bucky Barnes. And he has the best way of making sure you work up a sweat.
Pairing: MMA!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: Smut, size kink, belly bulge, choking, praise kink and hint of breeding kink, beefy Bucky.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog.
|Masterlist↬MMA Masterlist↬Library ↬Kofi|
Good for one free personal training session.
The neatly handwritten words stare up at you.
A thin ribbon of blue ink smeared across the words from where he circled the word personal.
Putting the corners of the thin white card between your fingers, you spin it to the front. Brooklyn’s 107th Gym embossed in bold black lettering above a pair of red and blue boxing gloves.
Steve G. Rogers and J. Bucky Barnes inscribed in fine black lettering.
You trace your finger over the latter’s name.
Bucky Barnes.
He’s been starring in your dreams ever since you walked into his gym a few weeks ago. And after you discovered a few videos of his fights, demonstrating his sheer strength and agility, he’s the reason your favorite vibrator has been getting more of a workout than you have.
Turning the card back over, you blow a shaky breath through your lips.
Good for one free personal training session.
And you wonder just how personalized it will be.
Two weeks ago.
You’re sitting on a bench, rummaging through your gym bag, searching for a bottle of water. A dark, cool shadow falls over you and you stop just as your fingers close over the cap.
“Do you need me to move…” Your mouth flounders open, your eyes helplessly rake over a well-toned six-pack blocking your view of the gym, a large bead of sweat rolls across the ridged planes of his muscles down down down over the thin vein on his lower stomach until it disappears under the thick black band of his shorts.
A faint gasp escapes past your lips as you stare at the outline of his enormous cock barely concealed by the thin stretchy material of his shorts.
“How in the hell do you not tip over?”
Shit, did you say that aloud?
You did. Fuck. You did.
Maybe he didn’t hear you.
Cringing, you muster the courage to glance up at his face, catching his surprised expression, brows raised, both lips pulled into his mouth as his shoulders shake.
Unbearable heat floods your cheeks, and you drop your eyes, staring at a spot on the floor.
Yeah, he did.
It’s okay, it’s fine, your entire body is burning so fiercely from the embarrassment that you’ll just melt away and it won’t matter that he caught you ogling him.
His perfect body. And his large bulge. That’s right there. In your face.
Bucky drops to a crouch in one effortlessly elegant move, pushing his damp chestnut locks back with one large veiny hand. Even sitting on his haunches, he’s massive, he has to lower his head to meet your eyes. There’s a faint smirk on his lips that he can’t quite hide, his bright eyes brimming with mischief, like he enjoys seeing you a little flustered.
Oh, he did that on purpose.
“I want to welcome you to my gym. And let you know if you need anything-” Bucky takes your water bottle from your limp hand, sparks skittering across your skin at the light brush of his calloused fingers across yours, and removes the cap. “Anything at all, let me know and I’ll make sure you have it.”
He sets your water bottle by your thigh, wiping off a stray drop of water with the rough pad of his thumb, an irresistible smirk spreading across his face. You’re aware that your mouth is open but you can’t seem to remember how to close it, not with your entire brain focused on how large his hand, how good his skin felt on yours.
“We believe in giving our members a personal touch.” He’s lying, he’s ignored half the people in here, leaving the majority of the training up to Steve.
Usually telling the exasperated blonde that he’s too busy with his own training to worry about someone else’s. Bucky’s prepping for his upcoming fight and it’s been the only thing on his mind for weeks, no one has been able to take his focus off the match.
Until you. Suddenly he finds himself wanting something more than winning another title.
Bucky is very interested in working with you, finding out all the best ways to stretch you out, showing you his favorite ways to work up a sweat.
He’s been watching you since you joined, constantly in a daze because of your beauty and radiance.
So fucking distracting and he can’t get enough.
The day you signed up, inquiring about personal trainers and morning classes, Bucky wanted to blurt out that you don’t have to change a single thing about yourself, already perfect in his eyes but then he wouldn’t have the opportunity to watch you stretch in those delectable leggings, witness the way your face lights up when you smile after you beat one of your records.
Or hear those sexy, gaspy little noises you make during a vigorous workout.
The ones that make him imagine how you would sound if you let him between your pretty thighs. He’s spent more time than he should thinking about how you’d look when you cum, if you’d scream for him or if you’d go silent when you fall apart; if you’d barely rasp his name.
So. Fucking. Distracting.
Holding up his business card, he wants his head back, resting his forearm on his knee.
“Anytime you want personalized attention,” he winks, bright blue eyes gazing at your face with longing he can’t, won’t bother tamping down, “You come in and ask for me and I’ll give you everything you need.”
Oh.
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
The words almost come out, you barely swallow them back down.
Bucky plops the card on your bare thigh, uncapping a blue pen with his teeth. You watch entranced while he writes, his handwriting neat yet bold, feeling the gentle press of the pen on your skin as he underlines his name.
“I-yeah.” It comes out a little breathless and Bucky almost groans-he wants, needs you to say his name in that same breathy, stunned tone.
“Anytime.” He says, placing the card on your palm, his thumb sweeping over your racing pulse. “Just let me know when you want me.”
Your gaze is drawn up past his large hand to his tattooed forearm, the colorful ink laced over his smooth skin. Wide eyes following the designs winding around his corded muscles and veins leading up to his flushed chest.
Bucky watches you watch him and he fucking loves every second of it. He hopes you’ll let him return the favor, already envisioning stripping your clothes off piece by piece, his hands unwrapping you, exposing you, discovering you until he has every inch of your pretty body memorized and claimed.
He’s so close, you can see the speck of gray in his beard, the sheen of sweat dampening his face. He smells so masculine with hints of his cologne, pure, smoked cedarwood and fresh citrus, drifting up and there’s something so raw and innate about his scent- something you can’t pinpoint but you know you’ll always associate with him.
He awakens a powerful urge inside you–the need to move closer and breathe him in is overwhelming.
He’s so close.
Too close.
You can’t think when he’s looking at you from across the room and when he’s this close, your brain shuts down, the wheels screeching to a halt, reducing everything you know to a single thought.
You shiver, a faint tremble when his fingers graze your skin sending jolts of electrified heat to your core, thighs clamp together before you can stop them and he turns those smokey blues on you, that knowing smirk is back and stretching across his face.
Bucky preens under your rapt attention, subtly straightening his shoulders so you get an even better look at his flushed chest.
By the time Bucky saunters off, leaving you speechless on the bench, a card on your thigh and a cap in your hand, you know a few things.
He’s a damn good flirt.
You’re sure your brain melted at the same time your stomach plunged to the soles of your feet.
The last time you had felt a rush like this, you were going 60 miles an hour down a rickety roller coaster with the summer sun warming your face. That’s how you feel when Bucky looks at you like the world is slipping from under your feet, like you’re plummeting face-first over the side of the cliff.
It’s exhilarating and you can’t stop yourself from falling.
You’re not sure you want to.
Because at the bottom of the cliff is Bucky Barnes.
All six-foot something of him, one tattooed sleeve-an alluring mashup of gears and skulls-black and golds matching his metal arm, a phoenix across the side of his ribs, long thick fingers that like to tap his lips whenever he’s thinking, his lips, pink and chapped usually curved into a devilish smile, cutting across high bearded cheekbones, mischievous blue eyes that seem to always catch you staring at him.
Telling you without a single word that he knows what you want.
Him.
And the tilt of his head as those piercing slate-grey eyes of his roam down your body tells you he wants you even more.
Good for one free personal training session
With Bucky Barnes.
****
“There ya go, keeping going. One more. I need one more from ya.”
His encouraging tone rolls down your spine, smooth and dark. You want to please him, to keep that praise on his lips. “That’s my girl,” Bucky’s lips brush over your ear, “that’s it, oh there ya go.”
You release the leg press with a muffled groan, a hazy grin on your lips, the endorphins settling into your veins. Bucky reaches down, grabbing your hand and helping you stand.
“I-whoa,” The ground rushes up at you, making you feel lightheaded. Your legs unsteady, knees nearly buckling. Bucky immediately places an arm around your waist, laughing when you collapse on his chest.
“I got you,” he says, resting his chin on your shoulder. He turns you toward the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind the weights, his hand splayed across your belly. “Did so good today, ‘m so proud of you,” he praises. “So perfect,” he murmurs, more to himself.
The faint praise has heat flooding your cheeks, even now you're not used to the way he compliments you, appreciating every aspect of your body. You’re about to respond when you hear the sound of a throat clearing behind you.
Steve’s coming out of his office with Ari. He’s the newly hired fighter, already considered a top contender in his weight class with a few fights under his belt. Bucky is going to be sparring with him next week and you can’t wait to watch them go at it.
Steve gives the two of you a pointed look, smiling when you shy away. “Hey Bucky, since you’re finally training people, do you want to-“
“No. I do not.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, his fingers tracing nonsensical patterns across your skin, teasing the edge of your shirt. “My schedule is booked, got my hands full.” His lips graze your ear, his voice lowering so only you can hear him. “And it’d be rude for me not to return the favor by making sure you’re just as full, wouldn’t it?”
If you weren’t already lightheaded, his expression would have your head spinning. You can’t fight the grin creeping across your face or stop the shiver wrapping down your back at his innuendo, especially when he notices and scrunches his nose at you.
“I don’t blame you, Bucky. Matter of fact, I’m about to go help my girl stretch.” Ari chuckles, tossing a towel over his shoulder. He claps Steve on the back, saying his goodbyes before heading home.
Steve lets out a sigh. “Well, can’t blame me for trying.”
You and Bucky stare at Steve as he walks around the empty gym, picking up stray weights and adjusting equipment. You glance at each other and then at Steve, who’s in a world of his own.
Seconds turn into minutes and even that’s too long for Bucky. Tension rolls off him in thick waves and you’re not shocked when he turns to Steve with a sigh.
“Steve, please get the fuck out,” Bucky grumbles, the disgruntled tone making you giggle.
He stops, balancing a dumbbell in his hand. “What?”
“Bye Steve,” you call out, lightly slapping Bucky’s forearm, whispering be nice.
“I’ll be nice when I can help my girl with the rest of her workout. Steve.” Bucky raises his brows at his friend. The blonde boxer takes the hint, holding up his palms as he shuffles towards the exit, mumbling under his breath about mma fighters and attitudes. The door closes behind him, the loud click echoing through the room.
And for the first time, you’re alone with Bucky.
He turns to you, his gaze lazily drifting down your body, taking in every curve and line with an unabashed hunger.
“Did I work you too hard?” He runs his thumb across his bottom lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing once, twice before his mouth opens. “Are you sore?”
Stretching your arm across your chest, you shake your head. “No, not really,” you tease, even as muscles you didn’t know you had screamed from the exhausting workout he put you through.
Bucky takes a step closer, his shoes bump into yours, large hands rest lightly on your waist, massaging your skin. He turns his head, so close you can see every shade of blue in his darkening eyes, his lips hovering over yours, and he smirks.
“Do you wanna be?”
****
“All of it, sweet girl,” he groans in your ear, his hands on your hips. “Go on, you can take it.”
You thought you were taking it.
Your eyes glance back, moving down his abs to his cock-no no you’re not because there’s still more. Fuck how is there so much left?
“Oh god,” you drop your head down, sobbing into the pillow, knees sliding apart, your hands gripping his soft, dark sheets.
“I know, I know but you’re taking me so well” He leans down, his chest brushing over your damp back, fingers locking over your wrists, pinning your hands behind you, and rolls his hips in one smooth motion, your pussy gliding over inch after thick, hard inch until hes buried inside you. “There ya go, that’s it. Such a good girl for me, just a little more.”
“Oh, fuck-” A sound you never made before you slips past your lips. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking full— if it didn’t feel so damn good.
Bucky could give you time to adjust. He feels your tight little pussy spasming around him, he can see how stretched you are, how much you’re struggling to handle him.
He could, but he doesn’t.
“Do you know how fucking hard it was for me to keep my hands off your gorgeous body? Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he rasps, trailing kisses up the side of your neck. “Lemme show.” His hips snap into yours and you keen, a thin high pitched sound escaping your throat.
Fuck you sound better than he imagined, the need to hear more of those pretty little noises driving hips faster and faster until he’s pounding you into the mattress. Your arms slip and you fall in a trembling heap, Bucky’s quick to follow you, not letting his cock leave your tight, wet heat.
This change in position is somehow better and worse all at once. Because his heavy frame pins you in place.
All you can feel is him. He’s everywhere.
The warm corded muscles of his chest on your back, his thick hair-covered thighs on top of yours. Every ridged vein inch of his cock, the swollen head catching your sensitive spot over and over until you’re gasping his name.
Pleasure flows like wildfire through you in insurmountable pulses.
You try to pull away, just for a second—you can’t think, part of you needs more, more of the sweet bliss he’s giving you, another part of you needs a reprieve before you shatter, knowing he’s going to ruin you.
You don’t get far. His hand clamping on your hip, shifting you back to where he wants you.
“Don’t run, Bunny,” he laughs, like he’s not splitting you into two, like he’s not already so deep inside your cunt, you can’t breathe, like tears aren’t running down your face soaking his pillow. “Come here and take your cock.”
“Please-” you whimper. “I-oh god, please.”
If you only knew what that does to his ego.
“Please what? Please go faster? Please let you cum? Just ask me, I’ll give it to you. This greedy cunt can’t get enough, can she?” Bucky wraps his hands around your throat, applying light pressure, your broken cries vibrating against his skin.
He takes your hand in his free one, fingers intertwining, and he places it on your belly, pressing into the bulge he’s making with every deep stroke. “This is where I belong, Bunny. Right. Fucking. Here.”
It’s so possessive and filthy and you love it.
“Yesyesyesyesohgodyes,” you chant, your eyes rolling back when he slides your hand down to your pussy, using your fingers to circle your aching clit in tight little patterns. Pleasure mounts inside you, cresting higher until you’re drowning in it.
He knows you’re close, and he’s going to push you over the edge.
Bucky bites down on your shoulder, slamming his cock so deep inside he loses his rhythm, the stuttering pace sending a heady spiral of sensations up your spine while he keeps dragging your fingers across your clit.
You don’t know if it’s the way he’s controlling every part of your body, his hand squeezing your throat until you’re wheezing his name or his voice in your ear praising you for doing so good, but something inside you snaps. Shatters into fragments only he can put back together.
Bucky feels your entire body go taut underneath him, your orgasm washing over you and you clench down around him in uncontrollable pulses, your body taking every ounce of pleasure he’s giving.
“That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock, sweet girl. S’good bunny—feel so fuckin’ good.”
Bucky pushes up on his elbows, his hips lifting off of yours, the wet, slick sound of him leaving your swollen cunt reverberating in your ears. Before you can process feeling empty, the room spins, and suddenly Bucky’s is gazing down at you with a proud smirk, his long hair plastered to his forehead.
“Can you give me one more?” Bucky knows he’s asking for a lot but he wants everything from you.
“I don’t think I can-” you start, chest heaving. “Bucky I-”
“Yeah you can,” he states, hooking your legs around his arms, your knees bending under his weight, the position leaving you spread open, his abs moving across your drenched cunt as he settles above you and suddenly you’re full again. His cock back inside you like your soaked pussy was custom made for him, leaving you stretched tight around him, your belly bulging again. “Fuck you feel good, so tight, Bunny. Your pretty pussy is going to give me as many as I want.”
“Bucky.”
He swallows your thready gasp, his lips slotting over your open mouth. His kiss is soft and sweet even as he fucks you harder, faster, the rhythmic thump,thump,thump of the headboard hitting the wall adding to the salacious slap of his skin on yours. Your eyes flutter shut and you hold on to him, your hands slipping over his sweat-slick shoulders.
“Look at me, Bunny,” he pants, his lips not leaving yours. “Wanna see your pretty eyes when you come on my cock, Bunny.”
There’s an unrestrained desperation in his voice, one that matches the growing need to feel him cum, to have him make you spiral again even as the remnants of your orgasm sweep through you.
You don’t know how, but you pry your eyes open, every part of you willing to do whatever he tells you if he just keeps fucking you like this. The expression on his face, all desire and sheer lust, is enough to make you fall apart.
The corner of his lip lifts in a feral grin, seeing you cum for him, your orgasm triggering his own, his hips grinding deeper into your body, the frantic pace drawing out your pleasure until your vision blurs, your mouth going slack on a silent fuck yes.
Bucky drops onto your body, releasing your legs. He watches his cock slide out of your throbbing cunt, his cum seeping out of you. "Damn that's gorgeous," he states under his breath, raking his bottom lip between his teeth.
His eyes flit up to yours. You can't look away, his heady gaze holding you in place.
"Fucking gorgeous," he repeats, taking your chin in his hand, lifting your face so he can kiss you as he rolls onto his back, taking you with him.
“How do you feel?” He asks, the smirk tugging at his lips telling you he knows exactly how good you feel right now.
You laugh, tucking your face into the curve of his neck and shrug nonchalantly. “Eh, a little sore, but nothing I can’t handle.”
“Only a little sore?” Bucky intones, running his tongue across his bottom lip.
You plant your elbow on his chest, propping your chin on your palm, your heart racing at the darkening glint in his gaze.
If his cock wasn’t pushing into your side, you’d swear he was still in your pussy. And he knows it, but he lets you continue, amusement flitting across his face.
“Yeah, I thought I was supposed to get a workout, but it’s okay. I figured you were too tired from earlier to really give me-Bucky!” You cut off at the sudden ripple of pain sweeping up your back, his hand curving around your freshly smacked cheek.
“I know what you’re doing, Bunny and it’s working,” he says, his cock hardening against your thigh. He tilts his head down to study you. “But you should know that I was holding back because that was your first time with me.”
“You were holding-” Your smile falters, brows furrowing as you think about the way he thoroughly wrecked you. “Wait. That was holding back?”
Your stomach drops when he laughs in response. Bucky has you out of bed and over his shoulder in seconds, carrying you like you weigh nothing. You can only hold on, staring down at his firm ass as he takes you out of his room. “Where are we going?”
“I’m going to clean you up, I’m going to hand feed you those snacks you like, and then I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for, every last inch Bunny." He taps your ass, nipping your side with his teeth.
"We're going to find out if you and that pretty little pussy of yours can really handle me."
He knows you can't but he can't wait for you to try. And by the time he's done with you, hes going to make sure you feel him inside you for days.
Imagine Trainer!Bucky always correcting everyone’s movements because the only thing he knows is perfection. Every time you do something wrong he asks for your permission to touch you and show you the right move. His touch is feather light, only his fingertips touching your body while he keeps his distance. Every time those light touches makes you feel warmer, even during the heat of the training, so time to time you ask him if your position is right.
After some weeks his touches become a tiny bit more firm, as you keep flirting with him and keep asking for the corrections. After a month when you enter to the gym he stands at the reception, saying the receptionist is sick, so he will prepare your card for you.
In the changing room you meet the actual receptionist, who is not sick at all. Only then you start to think and turn your new card to find Bucky’s handwriting on the back.
‘How about some more extreme positions after a dinner with me tonight?
And your movements are perfect. We both know that.’
You smile and already could feel the stiff muscles caused by those more extreme positions during the night.
Okay but can personal trainer!Bucky lift his girl like this?😌
Bucky thought it was funny that you thought you were too heavy for him. He showed you just how wrong your assumptions were and didn't even break a sweat doing it.
"Bunny, I'm man enough to handle all of you. If I want to pick you up and toss you over my shoulder I will. If I want to hold you up and fuck you against a wall, I'll do that too."
"A gorgeous body like yours deserves to be worshiped every single day, so I'm going to do that too." Bucky glances down at you, placing his hands on your waist he draws you in, dipping his lips down to yours, his voice lowering, the gravelly tone sending a shiver down your spine.
"And if I want you to sit on my face and I mean sit. all. the. way down, you'll will. Every damn time Bunny."
Can you imagine having to hold on to him, your hands in his hair with your legs over his shoulders?
You hate and love helping him workout because it's simultaneously the best and worst experience of your life.
The best because his tongue is doing things to your pussy that feel so damn good it should be illegal. With every deep squat he does, he sucks you harder and harder until it feels likes he's trying to drag your soul out of your body.
The worst because you've already cum three times and he's not slowing down. He's barely broken a sweat while you're absolutely drenched.
When you tap his head, sobbing that you cant take anymore, all he does is smile into your spasming cunt and push you closer to his face.
You're done when he says you're done. And he knows you can give him one-or five-more.
Trainer!Bucky already told all the guys in the gym that you were off limits, he wants your experience to be stress-free and fun (and yes Bucky is aware that you don't consider working out fun, but he's confident those endorphins will change your mind one day).
The last thing he wants is for some jackass to leer at you or make you feel uncomfortable or try to rush you off a piece of equipment which is why he stands guard whenever you do certain exercises.
And he can't lie, he enjoys having an exclusive front-row seat to your workout because it gives him time to plan the exclusive one on one workout you and him are going to have later.
Who said “I love you” first? Trainer!Bucky or Bunny?
Bunny. She said it while he was performing aftercare. It just slipped out, she didn't realize she said anything until he cupped her face in his large hands, his forehead resting on hers. His focused blue eyes so warm and soft and yearning for her. "Say it again. Please."
Who knew three little words would turn his world inside out and make everything feel so right?
