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You must bounce on it, crazy style | Bucky Barnes

pairing: college!Bucky Barnes x f!reader wc: +4.8k summary: You decide to ditch a Halloween party to bounce on Bucky's dick. Also, you're dressed as the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, while Bucky is the Mad Hatter. warnings/tags: +18 MDNI !!! porn with a little bit of plot, im still new to writing smutt so pls be kind, no use of y/n, english is not my first language, so ignore grammar mistakes, cheating (not by reader or Bucky), grinding, semi-public sex, car sex, fingering, so much praise, cloathed sex, soft dom!Bucky, possessive sex. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, petnames used: bunny, baby. taglist: @opheliabbarnes @54nboo @buckyfmd @slutforsr @umbreoni @devililithh @colettebarnes @barnesandashes @metal-armed-muse @heldbybarnes @sheriff-bodecker @bckyslover @demiebarnes @amoremarveloustime @kqtholins @nikkitabarnes @biaswreckedbybuckybarnes @houseofhyde @honeysucklewatr (+ comment on this post to be added to the taglist)

Masterlist and wips | Read on AO3 | Part 2: Do you like scary movies, Bunny?

The music blasted through the speakers as you walked through the sea of people who were dancing — and grinding. A mix of sweat, perfume, and the distinct scent of cheap alcohol. Your regular college party.

You loved this season. It was your sanctuary, a break from the usual stressful routine of assignments, exams, and classes.

You got prepared for it as if it were fucking Christmas. Movie nights featuring a mix of slashers, movies so bad they're good, and a healthy dose of fun and comfy movies that scream 'Spooky season'!

You took months in advance to prepare your costumes, already knowing that once October arrived, costume party invitations were a weekly event, sometimes more. You were always proud of the variety in themes you managed to achieve by the end of the month. Some were fun, others slutty, others a reference to pop culture or something someone who was chronically online would understand, and the category that couldn't not miss was a coordinated costume.

And tonight, it was special.

Tonight, the Maximoff were hosting the last party of the month, the one that landed the closest to the date. And this year, the calendar was perfect since tonight was Halloween.

Part of you was frustrated. Tonight, you were supposed to be wearing the costume you had been working on since July. You were supposed to be wearing your rendition of the iconic dress that Padmé wore. You had worked on building your costume from scratch— leather and lace of the best quality. You had searched for each accessory for months, and even got in contact with people who had cosplayed as her for tips.

The result was something out of the movie itself.

You were supposed to be walking right now, side by side with a matching Anakin. If it wasn't for the fact that your long-term boyfriend, David — who had been so insistent on going for Star Wars instead of Morticia and Gomez (like you had suggested!) — hadn't cheated on you a month ago.

Breaking your heart and ruining your perfect outfit.

After crying for days and later declaring that you hated men, you, being you, panicked. Yes, you could have still worn your costume, but you had pictured it as a couple, so you knew you would feel weird.

Luckily, your friends were there for you and helped you work on a last-minute costume. And instead of as a couple, this time you were going for a matching group costume, which stated loud and clear: I'm hot and single for the first time since I started college.

Wanda, Natasha, and Yelena had been very insistent about it, looking back. Contrary to you, they didn't mind using whatever costume they could get their hands on. But this year, they told you they already had purchased their costumes; they didn't show them to you, but their instructions were clear:

This year, you were going to the Halloween party as the white rabbit of Alice in Wonderland.

So you did that. Found a perfect lace white short dress with flowy sleeves, a blue vest, white stockings, and bunny ears.

And a perfect accessory you had hunted down for weeks.

A chain that hung loosely around your waist with an oversized functional clock that was almost the size of your palm.

Once you crossed the improvised dance floor, you were met with your friends already with their drinks and yours in hand.

Natasha had picked to be the Queen of Hearts, while Yelena went for Alice.

"Jesus, we thought you had ditched us and left us without our designated driver." Yelena's voice cut over the music.

You rolled your eyes at her comment, taking your decoy drink, which, unlike them, was non alcoholic, from her hand. "As if. The bathroom line was a nightmare."

A trick you had picked up from them whenever it was your turn not to drink and you were out on your girls' nights. Nurse a drink as long as you can. It helped you keep the creeps away. Besides, the word had gone around that you were single, and tonight you weren't in search of a one-night stand.

The three of you went back to your previous conversation. And like it was second nature, you softly bounced on your feet with the music. Your body swaying with the rhythm, the movement of your hips being highlighted by the puffy layers of tulle under your short skirt.

A loud laugh echoed through the room. The football team had arrived while you were away, you noticed. You recognized a few of the boys there: Thor, Sam, Pietro, and Steve were playing pool on a corner.

You took a sip of your drink as your eyes drifted around the pool table. As if they were magnetic, they landed in a familiar broad figure.

"You have to be kidding me." You said with a sharp tone and turned to your friends. Of course, they knew exactly who you had just seen. "Is that the reason you made me use this costume?"

You pointed to the pool table in the corner. Bucky fucking Barnes as the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland.

They dared to look at him and then avoid your eyes. Suddenly, too focused on her drinks, Yelena even waved someone behind you and tried to walk away. Probably Wanda, who was also part of your group, dressed as the Cheshire cat — unfortunately, she was on host duty, so she could only join you whenever there wasn't a situation going on.

"Do you have something to tell me?" You asked, stopping her.

"Babes…" Yelena looked at you with puppy eyes and her signature pout.

"Explain, now. I know you both too well to know that there's more behind this."

"There's nothing!" Yelena exclaimed.

"You know…" Natasha interrupted. "What better way to start a conversation than pointing out that you have matching costumes? What a coincidence." She teased with a smirk before taking a sip from her drink.

"Yeah, what a coincidence!" You echoed with sarcasm.

"Just go and talk to him!" Yelena added. "Come on, you can't say that you don't find him attractive! You had been crushing on him since that class we shared!"

"I'm not crushing on him!"

"If you say so, but the way you look at him whenever we pass by him around campus says otherwise. Listen, you had been so stressed between assignments and after everything with you know who," Natasha said, eyes locked in yours so you could see she was being genuine.

"And what does that have to do with me talking with him?"

"He can be a friend… or a good fuck to help you relax before finals." The grin on her face got wider when your eyes drifted back to the spot you had previously seen him.

This time, your eyes met across the room. Your eyes follow the way he bent over the pool table to aim. His muscles flexed, threatening to bust the fabric of his costume. With his eyes still on you, he wet his lips and smiled at you.

And then fucking winked.

You turned away before he took his shot. Trying to ignore the way you felt heat in your cheeks and stop your thighs from pressing together.

When your eyes eventually returned to him, you saw him leaning against the wall behind the table, waiting for his turn. Eyes still on you, you felt his eyes traveling through your body. A playful smile appeared on his face when he noticed the bunny ears, adding two and two to who you were dressed as.

"Doesn't he call you bunny?" Yelena teased, noticing the looks between you.

You sighed and closed your eyes briefly. "That was one time. And it was because Thor startled me."

"The nickname still stands, doesn't it?" She joked, pointing at your costume.

One drink later, on Wanda's break, you found out that Pietro had told Wanda what his friends were going to wear to the party. She had told Natasha, and the rest was history.

Nearly an hour passed. Stealing glances until he finished his game. You saw how he moved to a couch close by and sat facing you. Steve was talking with him, probably teasing him too. Not something you cared about, since your eyes were focused on him, more specifically on his hand over his thigh. The one that kept patting softly over his thick thigh, silently calling you to take a seat.

And who were you to oppose?

In the end, how did that TikTok audio go?

Ah, yes.

You must bounce on it, crazy style.

You placed your unfinished drink on a table nearby, and before you could second-guess it, you moved. Your friends laughed and wished you luck as you crossed the distance between you.

He must have seen the newfound determination in each step you made, because he got up to meet you midway, letting his friends with their words in their mouths.

"Hello, Bunny," Bucky said with a smile, tipping his hat. "Are you running late, or do you have time for a dance?"

You tapped your oversized clock, making his eyes travel from your face to your hips, where the clock hung low over your puffy skirt. "Well, you look at that! I have time for more than one dance."

He shook his head with a smile, his tongue wetting his lips. "Show me what you got, Bunny."

He got closer and steered you to a side of the dance floor, close to the stairs and front door. The easy access to a nearby exit was something hard to ignore. You also noticed that the speakers were far from where you stood, allowing you to hear him better.

The song changed just as you placed yourself in front of him and started dancing. You swayed your hips in unison with the music. At some point, you turned with your back to him, quickly, his hands moved from his sides to your waist, pulling you closer to him enough for him to bend slightly and mumble in your ear.

"Where is that boyfriend of yours? Haven't seen you parade around campus for a few weeks." His hot breath made your skin shiver.

"What boyfriend?" You asked, keeping your voice steady. "I'm single, baby."

He hummed and might as well groaned, his chest rumbling against your back. "Good."

He had heard the rumors, but hearing your confirmation made him want to take you right there. Oh, how bad he had hoped for this day to come.

You. Single. In his arms.

Slowly, his nose brushed the side of your neck, his lips got closer to your ear, and his lips brushed your skin. "Can I touch you?"

"Yes." Your voice sounded breathless; you felt more than saw his grin against your skin. Your heart racing against your rib cage as his hands moved on your body.

A hand sprawled over your belly, keeping you so close that each movement of your hips made you grind against the front of his slacks. You felt his bulge growing behind you with each move.

His other hand moved from your side, getting lower and lower until it got lost under the tulle of your skirt. His warm palm touched your naked thigh, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him.

His lips brushed your neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses. You tilted your head back with a whimper. His mouth found the tender spot under your neck, kissing, sucking, and leaving playful bites.

Your hand moved too, one over his hand on your front and the other to the back of his head, encouraging him to stay lashed on your neck.

Okay, maybe this could be fun.

Your friends were right, of course, you had found Bucky attractive since you met him (duh! you weren't blind!). Now that you were single, you could allow yourself to recognize that under all that appreciation was a genuine attraction, a deep desire for a taste. You had kept yourself away for so long, but now you could dive headfirst.

Bucky's hand on your thigh kept moving, making its way to between your legs. The tips of his fingers brushed the lace of your panties, making you take a sharp inhale.

"Well, it looks like it didn't take you long to forget me." Your eyes opened up, and before you, not other than your ex stood up.

Your ex. Dressed up as Gomez Addams.

Your eyebrows shoot up the moment you catch sight of the girl next to him.

The same girl who had been sucking his dick when you found out he was cheating on you.

Wearing a Morticia Addams cheap costume.

You saw red. The fucking audacity of wearing the same costume he had told you it wasn't at tonight's level — whatever that meant. The one he talked you out of and convinced you that going for Padmé and Anakin would be much better, you were sure that your eye twitched from anger.

You were walking towards him before you knew it.

A sharp tingling remained on the palm of your hand after you slapped him. Hard. The matching mark of your hand in bright red appeared on his cheek, fully on display as his head was still turned to one side.

"Hopefully that reminded you that you were the one who cheated, you asshole!" He held his cheek, jaw clenched.

"Whatever, whore." He spat.

You launched at him, this time your hand in a fist. But thick arms around your waist stopped you. "It's not worth it, Bunny," Bucky mumbled in your ear.

He was looking at David with daggers in his eyes. If you weren't blinded by rage, you might have as well come right there by the pure sight and touch of Bucky Barnes.

Natasha and Yelena appeared next, each one by your side, same look in their eyes. Bucky tilted his head towards the front door, staring at you. You sighed at his pleading face and allowed your friends to walk you out, so you turned around and started walking.

A gasp burst out of the crowd when you reached the door.

Bucky had punched David in his jaw.

"You lost her. Grow a pair and deal with it." He snarled at David, who was now on the floor.

He didn't look back as he joined you on your way out.

"Thought you said it wasn't worth it," You said with a teasing tone.

"You hurting yourself by hitting him wasn't worth it. But he totally deserved that punch. I don't mind getting my hands dirty for you."

The double meaning didn't pass you.

You huffed a laugh, stopping on the porch.

"Do you want to continue what we were doing back there then?"

If someone asked you to describe what happened after you asked him that, you wouldn't be able to tell them. Your brain was currently mushy and intoxicated thanks to the drug that Bucky Barnes was himself.

All you knew was that you were now straddling his lap in the backseat of his car. The faint music coming out of the house acted as background noise, threatening, with poor results, to muffle the noises coming out of you.

You had the faint memory of Natasha and Yelena calling an Uber.

But after that.

Just Bucky Barnes.

"You're so beautiful," Bucky mumbled between kisses. His hands were on you, one groping your ass and the other holding you close by the side of your face and neck.

You whimpered against his lips as your hips kept grinding over his clothed bulge. "Please." Each roll of your hips made you more needy.

You had no idea how much time you had been dry humping him. His mouth had been over yours the moment you got to his car. The only break had been him getting a condom from the glove compartment.

Both were still fully clothed, except for his hat, coat, and scarf, which had been thrown somewhere inside the car at some point since you got inside.

"Patience, Bunny, good girls get their rewards at their due time." His mouth left yours and trailed back to your neck.

"Bucky!" You gasped when, with both hands, he guided your hips harder against him, applying more pressure against your core.

"Such a pretty girl. Can't wait to hear you moaning my name when I'm inside you."

"Please, please." You let out between whimpers, tilting your head so he could better access your neck.

You kept grinding, faster with his help. Your panties were more than ruined by now. The fabric was soaked wet between your bodies. Without warning, he pushed his hips up. Once. Twice.

And then wrapped one of his arms around your waist, he shifted your body up against his chest, keeping you flush against his chest and away from his lap.

"Bucky!" You cried out in frustration at the loss of contact.

"Shh, baby, it's okay." One of his hands found its way between your thighs. He brushed the tip of his fingers over the wet fabric and pulled it to the side. He met your lips again, and just as your tongues met, he introduced one finger inside you. "God, you're so wet. Do you want this as much as I want to?"

You nodded frantically, mouth wide open as he fingered you. He smiled with approval against your mouth and added one more. His thumb caressed your clit, making you grip your hands on his shoulders

He must have sensed how close you were because he stopped, pulled his fingers out, and sucked them clean.

"Oh, bunny, you taste so good."

His hand went down against, but instead went towards his slacks. Once you realized what he was doing, you helped him pull them off with his boxers, enough for his cock to spring free. He reached for a condom and, after stroking his dick a few times, he put it on.

"You ready, baby?" He asked, eyes dark with lust.

"Yes, please." His hands caressed your thighs and moved up until his hand grabbed the chain around your waist. With his eyes still on you, he pulled, dragging you until you were back straddling him again.

You hovered over him for a beat, while he kissed your face, you wrapped your hand around his length, and with the other, you moved your panties to the side. You teased yourself, dragging his tip between your folds, and slowly, oh, so slowly, you lowered yourself until he was buried inside you to the hilt.

The burn of him stretching you made you moan his name.

"Good God, you don't know what you do to me." Bucky groaned, his head leaning back. "Such a pretty girl, taking me so well."

You rolled your hips, making him moan your name. Your hands grabbed the back of the backseat, one hand on each side of his head, and started riding him.

"That's it, baby, take what you need." His hands landed again on your ass, fingers gripping your skin hard enough to leave a mark. "It's yours. Use me, Bunny, make yourself feel good."

Whimpers came out of your lips as you felt him going in and out inside you.

But you needed more.

You stood on your knees, and when you went up, you pulled him out. "Are you okay? Do you need to stop—?" He looked at you with worry, but his words stuck in his throat as he watched you try to pull the condom off. "Bunny?" His voice broke at the sight.

"I need to feel you. I want to feel you. I'm clean, took my tests after the breakup. And I'm on the pill." You said between shallow breaths. "Can we, please?"

"Oh, Bunny." He groaned and nodded. "Yes, baby. I want to feel you too."

Once the condom was discarded, you lowered yourself again slowly, but the moment Bucky felt your walls without a barrier, he thrusted up. Both let out a cry at the new feeling.

"Come on, Bunny, bounce on it. Fuck yourself with my cock."

And you did.

His hands gripped your thighs, helping you bounce on his cock. The feeling of him was intoxicating; you clenched around him, feeling every inch and vein.

"That's it, good girl. Take it. Forget everything and everyone except how good you feel and whose cock is it."

Your rhythm stuttered.

Bucky thrusted up, hitting deeper, making you collapse into him. "Good Bunny, you're doing so good, baby. Let me help you." His arm tightened around your waist, keeping you in place, and then he resumed his thrusting. "I'm gonna fuck you so good that I'm gonna ruin you for everyone else… but that won't be a problem, right, Bunny?"

You felt him hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

"It won't be a problem because after this, you're mine. My perfect bunny, only mine. And I'm yours." His words made you even wetter, and you clenched around him. "Oh, you like that. You like knowing that you're mine. Tell me, bunny, use your words."

"Yes, oh, fuck — Bucky, yes, I'm yours."

You felt your orgasm approaching. Rapidly building. You kissed him open-mouthed as he drank every single sound that came out of you. His pace increased, and so did your voice. The sound of skin against skin got louder as his hips collided against yours.

"I'm close," you struggled to say.

"Come, baby, let go. Come on my cock. I got you."

You dropped your head next to his, and since he had access to your neck, he took his chance.

His mouth lashed again to your neck, just like it did on the dance floor. But this time harder. You felt him suck, and you were sure tomorrow you would have a hickey as a reminder of tonight.

Your orgasm hit you.

You chanted his name as your hand buried in his hair, searching for something to anchor yourself.

"That's it. Scream my name, bunny, say it so you don't forget who made you feel like this."

He kept pushing into you as your walls gripped him like a vice, clenching as wave after wave of pleasure went through your body.

"Bucky!"

You were still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm when he repositioned. He lowered you until you were on your back. He kissed you, hips grinding shallowly against you.

"Good Bunny." He muttered against your neck as your hips got up to meet his. "But, now it's my turn."

In a flash, he pulled out and manhandled you until you were face down on the backseat. His hands positioned you, ass up with your back arched.

A loud moan escaped you once he pushed back into you.

You were still wearing all your outfit, so he just moved your skirt up so he could see your ass bounce with each thrust and his cock disappearing between your folds.

His hand found your chain again and tightened it around his hand; you felt it pulling your body back. Your eyes rolled back when you felt the pull. He used the chain to push you back into him with more force. You brace it yourself and move your hips back, meeting his mid thrust.

"Fuck, you're so deep." You moaned, burying your face between your arms, while your hands were gripping the side of the seat. Your body hadn't even recovered from your last orgasm when you felt another building up fast. "Don't stop, shit— Bucky, don't stop."

He pulled hard on the chain until you were sitting on his lap. You cried out at the new angle, head resting on his shoulder, his hand moved down to your clit, making tight and rapid circles.

"Mmm, s'so good… I'm gonna —"

You turned your head, panting. He met your lips or at least tried, because the moment you reached your orgasm, your mouth hung open, whimpers slipping out of your throat, leaving your throat raw.

His pace became erratic; you felt him twitch inside in response to the clenching of your cunt. "Fuck, bunny, you're squeezing me so good. I'm not gonna last — ah, baby, don't wanna ruin your pretty costume… where…" He struggled to say, but one thing was clear through the haze of your pleasure.

"I-inside, please, I need… ah. Bucky!"

Bucky groaned and pushed you again back into the seat; this time, he came with you, pressing his body against your back. He buried his cock deep inside you as he came, growling against your neck as he tried to keep his weight on his forearms that bracketed your head.

You squirmed under his weight, grinding your hips back against him, milking his cock, until your body gave out.

Slowly, his hips stopped, without pulling out, his forehead rested on your shoulder.

"You did so well, Bunny." He kissed your shoulder. "Are you okay?" He was still breathless, but as you turned to see him, you were blinded by his bright smile.

You giggled with bliss, but the laughter turned into a whimper as you felt him twitching inside. Your head had dropped back into the seat, but you still managed to look him in the eyes. "M'good, I need to check my knees for friction burns, but I think my stockings might have helped." You whispered, suddenly remembering that his car was parked only a few houses away from your friend's.

"Mmm, why so suddenly shy, bunny? You were basically screaming my name a few seconds ago." He teased loudly as he nibbled on your shoulder.

"Bucky!" you exclaimed with a loud whisper. "Someone can hear!" You scolded him.

He laughed. Full belly laughed, making both of you groan.

"Oh, Bunny, people heard. Why do you think I made you lie on the seat? Mmm?" He kissed your shoulder, "People were passing by, and I couldn't risk them looking at you bouncing on my dick."

You felt heat creeping back to your cheeks. You were sure you looked like a mess. Hair tousled, panting, skin flushed and clammy, neck full of love bites, lips bruised by kissing. Your costume was disheveled, too. You were shocked that your bunny ears stayed on, a little bit crooked, but they were still standing strong, thanks to the army of bobby pins you used.

But Bucky looked at you as if you had just come out of the saloon, his hand brushed your hair to the side, and with his hand curled in the back of your head, he kissed you.

"Do you want to go?" He mumbled between kisses. "My apartment is not far, we can put on a scary movie and not watch it, and repeat this with more space."

"Mmm, what if I give you a hand-job while I watch the movie? And after… I'm. All. Yours." You accentuated each word with a kiss.

"Can I at least finger you?" He pouted as if he were asking if he could eat from your popcorn.

You huffed a laugh. "Sure."

He gave you a final kiss and moved again until he was on his knees behind you, pulling out.

"Fuck…" He muttered as he watched his cum dripping out of you. He collected some of it with his finger and pushed it back into you.

"Bucky…" You called him out with a breathy whisper. "Apartment, remember? Whose the one without patience now? "

He groaned at the interruption and placed your panties correctly. Before you could say anything more, he gave you a quick spank.

"Hey!"

"Couldn't resist myself, Bunny."

As he made himself presentable again, you turned to see him when an idea came into your mind. You bit your lip as your eyes watched his broad figure, mentally assessing and measuring.

"Bucky… what's your favorite scary movie?" You asked with a deeper tone, but the reference went over his head as he buttoned his slacks.

His eyes returned to you as a devilish smirk appeared on your face.

"Don't think I have one." He eyed you with suspicion but quickly got distracted by the way you bit your lip.

"Hm, do you mind if we make a quick stop at my apartment?". You batted your eyelashes.

"Sure, why not? You need something?" He asked, oblivious of the scene that was building up in your mind.

"Just a few things that I'll need after we watch that movie you were saying."

He nodded, and after kissing you, he got out of the car to get behind the steering wheel.

You rested your chin on his seat as he drove, following your directions. If he noticed you were distracted, he didn't say. If he had asked, he would have been very intrigued by the fact that you were mentally trying to remember where you had last seen your ghost face mask.

Oh, tonight had already been so fun. But the night was still young, and you still had a Halloween fantasy that you wanted to fulfill.

a/n: pictures taken from pinterest, dividers made in canva by me. thank you for reading! pls, if you liked it, feel free to leave a like, rb or a comment! edit: people are telling me to continue this with the ghostface mask now... would you like to read that? i'll read you in the comments

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