MDNI!!
Most (like literally almost all) of these stories are laden with smut and NSFW vibes. Minors do not interact, please and thank you.
Requests are closed at this time, however for future reference...
*no mean Bucky/Steve/Peter/Joaquin/Bob or whoever else
*minimal angst
*no overused love story tropes (i.e. enemies to lovers...you're gonna bully the hell of out of me and I'm just gonna somehow fall in love with you anyway? Absolutely not)
*no r@pe/inc3st fantasies (obviously there's dubious consent with A/B/O stories, but outright r@pe/inc3st is a huge no for me)
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MARVEL
Bucky Barnes (& Sebastian Stan)
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Steve Rogers
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Peter Parker
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Joaquin Torres
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Bob Reynolds
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**soon**
Hey little darlings. I reached the inline link limit on the original masterlist again. :P So I'm making a new/separate oneshot post. Hope this is helpful!
MDNI!!!
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*Oneshots
Sex Pollen
My Alpha
Got Nothing On You +parts
Movie Night
Please Come Back
Vibranium & Stainless Steel
Shy Dream Girl
A little help from my friend
Angry baby?
Throw It in the Dishwasher +parts
The Boss +parts
I.T.
Time to Heal
A Very Cutesy, Very Demure Halloween
Regrets & Apologies Quite a Workout +parts
Overheard
Oh Sister Let's Go Down +parts
Little Sea Storm
I may be a real bad boy...but baby I'm a real good man +parts
Zhihn moya
Flirty
A Bumpy Ride +parts
Fire!
Lots of Love +parts
Things Are Not As They Seem
It's Been a Long, Long Time
La Muerte +parts
Deja Vu Soldat
Blood and...Balsam? +parts
Slow, Sexy Mornings
Moody Bucky
Made of Dreams
One bed +parts
This is the last time
Doll It's Cold Outside
Fake Out +parts
The Dangers of Dream Walking +parts
Pookie
*SMACK* +parts
Laundry Day
Chemical Imbalance +parts
The Brother
Phone Calls
Ransom **turned into a series down below **
Step
Pieces of You -> Chest
Love After Loss
It Was Me
L.O.V.E.
Hey Roomie
Breaking It In
Dirty Massage
Political Animals +parts
Blushing Bucky
Hey Neighbor
Midnight Sons...and Daughters +parts
Princess
Good Omega
Ruined *ficlet*
Adventures in Naturism
It's Been a Long, Long Time-Role Reversal
I wanted to do a version of my “It’s Been A Long, Long Time” oneshot from Bucky’s POV if he lost Y/N during the Blip.
Bucky looked around in horror as multiple Avengers and Wakandans became dust and floated away. He stared at his hands and waited for it to happen, but after a minute he realized he was one of the randomly picked to stay in the universe. Steve stumbled toward him and gripped his forearm. “Buck,” he huffed gratefully. “Thank god—”
“Y/N,” Bucky froze, looking at Steve with wide eyes. Steve’s eyes widened with him as he took a sharp breath. Bucky ripped his phone out of his suit jacket pocket, his flesh fingers shaking with the effort to type on the screen for her number. Finally it started ringing and Bucky began pacing, hoping she would pick up. It rang. And rang. And rang.
“No, no no no no no,” he mumbled, calling her again once it went to voicemail. “Come on, baby, don’t do this to me. Pick up.”
The phone kept ringing and going to voicemail until Steve clapped his shoulder. “Don’t panic, let’s just get on the Quinjet and go get her, okay? Maybe she’s just misplaced her phone again or…forgot it at home or something.”
Bucky nodded, blindly following Steve to the Quinjet. He kept trying to call and text her phone, breathing deeply so as not to completely lose his mind with the possibility of her disappearance. No, she was in the shower, right? Just missed his calls. It was nighttime where she was, maybe she had her phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ and didn’t hear it? She did tend to leave it in random places in her apartment. She wasn’t gone. She couldn’t be. They pushed the Quinjet to its limits to get to Y/N’s apartment, landing on the roof of her building before running down the fire escape stairs to her window. Bucky jimmied it open and barrelled into her apartment, Steve right on his heels.
“Y/N!” he called out, rushing through the apartment with his head on a swivel. “Baby! Please answer me. Where are you?” He looked everywhere until he reached her bedroom and found her bed empty, the comforter in a slight clump and dust particles settled on the sheets and pillow, her phone lighting up with his messages and calls. He gasped and froze on the spot, staring at it in disbelief. His heart felt like it stopped, a ringing in his ears, his feet rooted to the spot and an icy sensation blooming in his chest.
Steve walked in a moment later and stared at Y/N’s bed, a heavy sigh escaping his chest like it had been sucked out into the void of her room. “Goddammit,” he breathed. “Buck, I’m…I’m so sorry.”
Bucky vaguely felt Steve’s hand on his shoulder, then the world went black.
***
5 years later
Bucky cleaned the apartment slowly. On the anniversary of losing Y/N he always deep cleaned her apartment. He left everything just as she had it, refusing to move or remove a single thing. The day she turned to dust was the last day he felt alive. At first he grieved loudly and openly, his wailing cries reverberating through the apartment and echoing the same cries and screams that haunted the city for months as the world came to grips with what was being called the Blip. Millions on earth gone at the snap of a finger. Memorials made. Songs sung. Then slowly, people were forced to keep going. But Bucky couldn’t. There was nothing left to fight for anymore. If a new threat had presented itself, he would not have responded. Not even for Steve, who seemed determined to do as everyone else had done and keep living. Bucky had stayed still, his grief turning into routine and basic functions. He rarely left her apartment, and he never moved on. Just stayed where his heart had last beat. It was the only thing left of her, and he was determined to keep it safe, and still here.
He was finishing up the deep clean late at night when his phone vibrated with a phone call. He never let it ring out loud anymore. He sighed and picked it up, seeing Steve’s name on the screen before tapping the green button. “Hey punk,” he said quietly.
“Hey pal,” Steve replied. “How was the deep clean?”
“Just finished,” Bucky breathed as he walked toward the bathroom in the bedroom.
“Good, good,” Steve said. “Well, are you up for a late night visit?”
Bucky frowned and turned back around towards the front door. He didn’t say anything until he looked through the peephole and saw Steve standing there. He scoffed as he hung up the phone and answered the door. Steve smirked at him as he put his phone in his pocket. “I guess,” Bucky answered his previous question before gesturing for him to enter. Steve nodded at him and walked inside.
Bucky offered him something to eat or drink, then they sat on the couch in the living room. “The place looks good,” Steve said, looking around quickly. “Nice and tidy.”
Bucky sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s late, Steve. Why are you here?”
“To check up on you,” Steve said with a nonchalant shrug. “To see my best friend.”
Bucky shook his head. “That’s nice, but we both know that’s not the full truth. What do you want?”
Steve grimaced slightly and looked down at his lap. “Scott Lang came back,” he said.
Bucky stiffened and frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Scott Blipped with everyone else—”
“No, he didn’t,” Steve shook his head and met Bucky’s gaze. “He was trapped in the Quantum realm for the past 5 years doing some kind of experimentation process with Hank Pym. He just got back, and has a theory that if for him it only felt like 5 hours, then there must be a way to use the Quantum realm as a means for time travel. I spoke to Tony, and he thinks he’s figured out a way to do it.”
Bucky’s frown deepened, his jaw tightening. “Steve, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that he thinks he found a way to bring everyone back,” Steve said, the look in his eyes hopeful as he leaned forward.
Bucky immediately shook his head and stood up. “Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t you dare give me hope. She’s gone. She died 5 years ago because we failed.”
“Buck—”
“How can you do this to me?” he asked angrily.
“It’s a chance—”
“Shut up!”
“Wouldn’t you kill for a chance to see her again?!” Steve shouted as he stood up. “Even a slim chance to bring her back? Because I would do anything for the love of my life!”
Bucky didn’t realize he was crying until the heat trickled down his cheeks and he sniffed. His lips trembled as Steve’s face softened and he stepped forward, wrapping him in a hug. Bucky felt like he was shaking as he slowly buried his face into Steve’s shoulder, hugging him back as he held in sobs. After a few minutes he sighed. “There’s a chance?” he asked hesitantly.
Steve squeezed him and nodded. “One last chance.”
***
Bucky watched in awe as Thanos’ army turned to dust, their remnants being carried on the wind away from the battlefield. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he saw Tony’s light fading until the suit went dark, and in the midst of that new grief his phone vibrated against his chest where it was hidden in his suit jacket pocket. He gasped and pulled it out, freezing when he saw Y/N’s name on the screen. Steve appeared at his side and pushed the phone up to Bucky’s ear for him as he pressed the green button.
Bucky glanced at him before he let out a shaky, “Hello?”
“Buck?” Y/N asked. “What happened? Where are you? Are you okay?” His eyes widened and he gasped as Steve smiled at him.
“Baby?” he whispered.
“Yes, can you hear me?” she asked, sounding more frantic. “Are you okay? Why do I have like a million calls and texts from you? Wait, why does this say five years ago? What’s going on, iubi (love)?”
His eyes fluttered shut as he held back his tears. She’s alive. She’s back. She’s here. Steve patted his back as Bucky fought to contain himself. “I’m coming home,” he sputtered. “Just stay where you are. Don’t go anywhere, okay? Please, don’t leave.”
“Okay,” she said warily. “Are you okay, though?”
“Yes,” he chuckled in disbelief. “I’m fine, I…god, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she giggled. “I’ll see you soon.”
He waited until she hung up and then looked at Steve. “It worked,” he breathed. “Or…am I dead? Am I dreaming? What if this is some kind of trick—”
“Let’s get you home and find out,” Steve said kindly.
Within less than an hour Steve and Bucky were landing on the top of the apartment building, just like 5 years ago. Bucky held his breath as he used his keys to go through the front door, his hand shaking. Steve was right behind him as support, helping him turn the keys and open the door. Bucky blew out a sharp huff and walked inside. The air felt different. Lighter. All the lamps and ambient lighting in the apartment was on, just the way she liked it. It sounded like the TV was on, playing the news, and Bucky walked slowly to the living room.
And there she was, sitting on the couch, watching the television with a shocked expression as footage of people returning and stories from the Blip flashed across the screen. She suddenly saw him and stood up, her eyes filling with tears. “Bucky,” she breathed. “I was gone? For 5 years?” Bucky stared at her, feeling Steve’s steadying hand on his shoulder as she slowly approached him. “Oh, iubi, I’m so sorry,” she said, a tear escaping down her cheek. “I’m so sorry I left you.”
Her hand reached up, and it wasn’t until her fingers touched his cheek that he choked on a sob. “Y/N?” he nearly whimpered.
“Yes,” she smiled sadly. “I’m here.”
Bucky’s knees gave out, and both Steve and Y/N followed him down to the floor. He was wrapped in hugs from them both as he clung to her waist, burying his face into the crook of her neck. Steve hugged her as well, making sure Bucky didn’t fully fall over. “It’s good to see you, Y/N,” Steve said quietly.
Y/N hummed and patted Steve’s back. “It’s good to see you, too, Stevie,” she said.
Bucky sobbed against her, holding her too tight and too desperately. After a while Steve quietly excused himself, kissing Y/N’s temple before leaving them alone in the apartment. Once they were alone Bucky pulled away and moved his hands to cup her cheeks, making her look at him. He examined her face, taking in every feature he missed so dearly. Y/N sniffled and smiled at him, gripping his wrists before turning her head to kiss his metal palm.
“You’re real,” he whispered, leaning in to press his forehead against hers and nuzzle her nose. “You’re here.”
“I’m real and I’m here,” she reassured him. “I can’t believe it’s only been a few weeks since I last saw you, but years since you last saw me. That’s…god, that must have been agony for you and everyone else. I’m so sorry, Buck—”
“You’re here now,” he said while shaking his head and then pressing kisses all over her face. “You’re back. That’s all that matters. Fuck, baby, I missed you so badly, I…” He couldn’t find the words, overwhelmed at the relief and joy that was flooding his body. The ache that had sat in his chest for five years vanished instantly, and it felt like his heart actually beat for the first time in all that time. He stared at her for another moment before angling his head and kissing her deeply.
Y/N immediately reciprocated, wrapping her arms around his back and holding him tight as she met his every move. Her kiss felt like it was breathing life back into him, making his blood race and his heartbeat thump wildly in his ears. Somehow they tumbled back into the bedroom, clothes falling to the floor and scattered on the bed as she sat in his lap while he sat up against the headboard. His hands and lips never left her for more than a few seconds, afraid that if he did she would disappear. Y/N seemed to be able to sense his fear, so she did the same, constantly touching him and whispering reassurances to him between heavy breaths.
He sucked on her nipples as she swiveled her hips into position, catching the tip of his cock at her entrance and sinking down on him until their hips fully met again. Bucky whimpered, groaning into her breast as his hands gripped her hips tightly. “Oh my god!” he almost yelped. “Y/N…fuck…I can’t believe…”
“I know,” she cooed, running her hands through his hair then angling his head up to look at her before peppering kisses all over his face. “I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through over these past few years.” She grinded her hips, pulling a gasp from him. “But I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” She slightly stiffened then and pulled away to meet his eye. “I…I understand if you…you know, had someone else—”
He frowned and quickly shook his head. “Never,” Bucky breathed, tears brimming in his eyes again. That seemed to surprise but also delight her as her eyes began to shine and she blinked back her own tears. “When you died, I died, baby. You are my love.” He pressed himself up to kiss her again, and she smiled against his lips. “You’re my life. My everything. I have not wanted, do not want, and will never want anyone else but you.” A few tears escaped her eyes and she smiled at him as she sniffled. “God I missed that smile,” he breathed, smiling widely back at her.
She huffed a silent laugh. “I love you,” she whispered, leaning in and kissing him deeply again. She started a slow but steady pace of her hips rocking back and forth then up and down on his cock, taking her sweet time and feeling all over him, letting him maneuver her however he wanted so he could touch her anywhere and everywhere. After a while he scooted himself to lay down more and have leverage to buck up into her, meeting her hips with rolls of his hips or thrusts. Y/N whined at the new angle and him guiding her hips with his hands. “Fuck, iubi…shit handsome I missed you, too,” she groaned. “You feel so good I…I’m close!”
Bucky couldn’t stop himself if he tried, the excitement taking over as he pulled her down into a hug across his front, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into her better. He swallowed her moan with a lewd kiss, grunting as his own pleasure tripled within a matter of seconds. “Cum,” he said lowly. “Please let me feel you cum, baby. It’s been so long, I need it like…like fucking air, please!”
Y/N whimpered, her thighs beginning to shake. With a hard thrust and squeeze of her ass she was cumming around him, yelping into his mouth as she trembled and shivered on top of him. Bucky never thought he would have this again, and even in his wildest dreams, or nightmares of losing her, he could never imagine it this good. That’s when he knew, when he let himself believe, that this was all real and not some trick of the mind or all-powerful malevolent being to torture him. She really was here to stay. When he opened his eyes she would be there. It all made him so emotional that he sobbed as he came deep inside her, shoving her down onto his cock hard as his kisses never stopped, his whole body shaking with the overwhelming sensation of cumming for the first time in years and doing it with her.
They both gasped, panted and moaned as they came down from the combined high, and Bucky couldn’t stop feeling all over her as he continually rolled his hips up into her, making sure she got every last drop of his cum. “Oh god, baby,” he huffed while another shiver ran down his spine. “You’re perfect. Dreamed of you for years, of having you again, loving you, living together like we always planned. I missed you so much—”
She kissed him, sighing through her nose as she cupped his cheek with her palm. “Then let’s do it,” she said. “Let’s do it all. Everything we ever wanted and planned. No more wasted time.”
Bucky smiled and nodded, pulling her to lay on her side with him, keeping himself buried deep as best as he could. “Okay, then marry me.” Y/N’s eyes widened, but the smile stayed. “Marry me, right now. Or…I guess tomorrow,” he said, glancing at the darkening sky outside. “But marry me. We can either stay here or move wherever you want to go. Travel together. Start a family if you want. Just as long as we’re together.”
Y/N giggled, holding him closer still. “Yes,” she said happily. “I’m with you…”
“Til the end of the line,” he said, kissing her to seal the promise.
Y/N looked around her new apartment with a content smile. She had recently been hired by the New Avengers to manage an off-site safe house, still in New York City and heavily fortified, but as a more homey place to land when they needed it. The Watchtower had living spaces, but the New Avengers didn’t like staying where they worked if they didn’t have to, so they strongarmed Valentina into getting them different living accommodations. Y/N was just there to be like a dorm resident or building manager, making sure they got what they needed, and that the building schedule for cleaners, cooks, and security guards was all running smoothly.
She had been allowed to live in one of the cozy rooms in the building and decorate it however she wanted. Since the building was under major security measures the glass windows were nearly bomb proof and heavily tinted, making it so no one would be able to see inside. Which was a relief, since when she was in the confines of her home, she always walked around naked. She was a staunch believer in naturism: a lifestyle of practicing non-sexual nudity in private or in public. It was meant to be a way to promote body positivity, self-esteem and viewing the body as a natural thing in any environment. And while she didn’t just walk out into society naked, unless permitted, she enjoyed the freedom that came with being naked in the comfort of her own home. There were bathrobes placed strategically around the apartment just in case of emergency if she needed to cover up quickly, but otherwise it was her safe space to decompress and enjoy her own nudity.
Normally she would not interact with the New Avengers unless they were calling the main line for the building if they needed something, but she had met them all at least once. They were kind, a little standoffish but respectful, and easy tenants. She was able to live a quiet, chill life with very little responsibilities, which was quite a nice change of pace after so long of working in corporate jobs that ate away at her soul. She was a homebody and enjoyed every moment of her free rent. And maybe that comfort made her lazy and was her downfall…
Y/N lived just down the hall from Bucky Barnes. He was her nearest New Avenger neighbor, the rest opting to live on upper floors. She rarely saw him, but when they would pass each other on the way in or out he’d give her a polite smile or even engage in friendly, surface level conversation with her. She was always polite back, but the moment she would walk back into her space she would blush and giggle at herself. Goddamn that was one fine man. She had always thought so, but to see him up close and get to interact with him just reinforced that parasocial crush even more. There had been many occasions where at the end of the day she would be scrolling on her phone, and out of boredom pull up a risque website and start watching some adult videos, her nakedness making it easy for her to get comfortable wherever she was in her apartment and touch herself while she thought of him. As far as she knew, the walls were thick and she lived down the hall, so he would never hear her softly moaning his name as she made herself cum.
One Saturday she decided to have a longer self-care session than normal. It was a practice that she did about once a month, where she would push herself to finish more than once and get all the pent up energy and feelings out. She plopped a dildo with a suction base onto a bench at the end of her bed, laid down some towels around it and on the bed for later, then made sure her vibrators were fully charged. She put in her earphones and turned on her playlist for audio erotica then lubed up the dildo, sitting next to it as she listened to the story playing in her ears and her free hand felt over her body slowly. Within just a few minutes she was wet enough and stood up, angled herself over the dildo, then sat down slowly on it.
The fullness as she took it inch by inch was a welcome reprieve to the pressure and ache that built up in her pussy. When her ass hit the bench again she let herself adjust, her right hand reaching down to rub at her clit. Once she felt relaxed she started a gentle roll of her hips, feeling the dildo deep inside, the pseudo veins and ridge of the tip of the cock shape rubbing along her inner walls and creating a delicious drag as she began to bounce on it. She imagined what it would feel like if it was Bucky beneath her, with his big hands, one flesh and one metal, gripping her hips and helping guide her bouncing movements on him. What could that metal hand do?
She blindly grabbed one of the vibrators behind her and turned it on, holding it against her clit as she continued bouncing on the dildo. Her hips trembled and jerked, her pussy throbbing around the dildo in warning of her first release. She imagined his pretty face, looking up at her in awe as the dirtiest words spilled from his mouth in encouragement and praise. She leaned back just a little bit more, angling herself so the dildo stroked her upper wall just right to stimulate the g-spot, and she shuddered right as the vibration and bouncing all combined to push her over the edge. Her orgasm wracked through her, making her feel tingly all over as her cum made a slippery mess on the bench seat, the squelching from her movements loud enough that she could hear it through the earphones. She kept bouncing for a minute to ride out the aftershocks, then thought she heard a banging noise.
Y/N thought it was going along with the story she was listening to, but then heard it again a moment later. She took her earphones off and waited, listening for it to possibly happen again. A few seconds later it did, a hard knock reverberating through her apartment. She gasped and dropped the vibrator as she stood up, the dildo unsticking from the bench and staying lodged deep in her pussy and between her legs as she walked to the front door. She held back a groan, but it was too late to pull it out now, so she threw on the nearest bathrobe and tried to fix herself up before unlocking and opening the door.
As luck would have it, there stood Bucky, drenched with water and looking frazzled. “Bucky?” she asked as she caught her breath. “What’s going on?”
“Pipe burst,” he said quickly, looking her over quizzically before pointing his thumb back at his apartment. “Where can I turn off the water?”
Y/N’s eyes widened and she took off down the outer hallway toward a hidden compartment in the wall that the building designer had shown her when she first moved in. She input the code and it swung the little door open so she could find his apartment number and pull the right knob. The splashing sound coming from Bucky’s apartment suddenly stopped, and he sighed heavily as he looked back down at his apartment door and ran a hand through his hair. She held her bathrobe tight over her chest and sighed as well.
“Are you okay?” she asked him. He looked back at her in confusion. “You didn’t get hit by anything bursting open? You aren’t hurt?” she clarified.
Bucky shook his head. “No, no, just my pride,” he chuckled.
Y/N giggled and nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Well, let me call the people I need to call. Do you need some towels? Or you can sit in my apartment while I figure it out?”
“Uh, yeah,” he nodded as she walked past him back to her apartment. “All my towels are soaked by now.”
Y/N snorted a laugh and led him inside, gesturing for him to sit down in the front room while she went to her room to grab her phone and some towels. She closed her bedroom door and stiffened as she spread her legs and gently pulled the dildo out with a shuddering breath. “Fuck,” she whispered, walking over to her bed to grab one towel to wipe herself off with first. She gathered all the masturbation tools together and threw them in a nightstand drawer before gathering the rest of the towels she already had out while grabbing her phone and making the calls. She walked back out to the front room and handed Bucky the towels as she spoke to the maintenance person on the phone. “Yes, Sergeant Barnes’ apartment,” she said, giving him a quick smile as he took the towels from her. “The pipe in the…which room?”
“Primary bathroom,” he said as he toweled his hair.
“Primary bathroom,” she nodded, moving to sit on the chair across from him. “Yes…okay…sounds great. Thank you.” She hung up and sighed. “They’ll be here in about two hours.”
“Great,” he nodded again. “I’m sorry to um…catch you at a bad time.”
Y/N frowned then he gestured to her robe. She looked down to see that more of her cleavage was showing. “Oh, right,” she said, holding it together again. “When I’m home alone I don’t usually wear anything so—” His eyebrows raised high. “Oh shit, that was way too much information!” she said in alarm, waving her hands in front of herself as she blushed. “Sorry, oh my god, you didn’t need to know that, I…goddammit.” She hung her head in her hands in embarrassment.
Bucky chuckled again, and she peered up at him through her fingers. “Hey, whatever you do in your home is your business,” he said while raising his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry for interrupting.” She huffed a laugh and shook her head at the situation. There was a moment of silence before he leaned forward. “I know this is probably inappropriate but I’m just curious. Do you always just strip down right when you get home or…?”
Y/N smiled at his curiosity. People were usually just curious when they found out about her nudist ways. “Uh, yeah, usually,” she said with a shrug, making the left shoulder of her robe fall down. “Unless it’s cold.”
His eyes narrowed as he nodded. “Are you a nudist?”
“Basically,” she shrugged again. "More so in private than public. Although I have been to a couple of nudist beaches on vacation.”
“Really?” he smiled wider. “I knew of them but never been to one.”
“It’s nice,” she said. “Feeling the ocean air all over your body. I could do without the sand getting everywhere though.”
He laughed at that. “I bet,” he said. “Forgive my ignorance but…are there people just out there having sex on the beach?”
“No,” she frowned and shook her head. “It’s more about embracing the natural state of the human body in all its shapes and forms. Accepting yourself, being comfortable in your own skin, building self-esteem, promoting body positivity and what not. It’s all about the non-sexualization of the human body. And there’s still plenty of public decency laws depending on where you go. Though I’m sure there are plenty of people who use it as an excuse to have sex outside.”
Bucky was listening with rapt attention, nodding along as he took in the information. “That’s cool,” he said with a smile. “I’m sure some do, yeah. Do you find that people tend to feel more…sexually charged when everyone’s naked? I’m sorry for the sexual questions, I’m just curious.”
Y/N smiled. “Yes and no,” she said. “Most people that come to those spaces understand what it is that the community as a whole is trying to do. Others come thinking it’s a way to find a quick, sexual fix. Nakedness doesn’t equal sex, we’re just socialized to think that way. And there’s the argument that the covering up of the body leads to over-sexualization because it’s like hiding something away, making it shameful or taboo. When it’s not. It’s just a body. And everybody’s body is different.”
Bucky nodded, his eyes narrowing as he thought about what she said. “I can understand that,” he agreed. “Like right now.”
She frowned. “Right now?”
“Yeah,” he said, a deep blush painting his cheeks. “I’m not trying to be a stereotypical, horndog of a man but…” he gestured towards her. “Knowing there’s nothing underneath of a steadily revealing robe is proving to be a struggle for me right now.”
Y/N looked down at herself and realized that her robe had fallen off both shoulders and was sitting at a precariously low position on her chest, the split of the robe showing off one of her legs a little higher up on her thigh. She could see why it might come off as scandalous, but giggled at the situation. “Not you immediately proving my point,” she teased.
He groaned and let his head fall into his hands dramatically, making her laugh. “I know! I know, I’m sorry. You’re just really pretty, I’ve always thought so since I met you and now knowing that you walk around your apartment naked is gonna be the stuff of the nastiest daydreams and fantasies my mind can create about you.”
Y/N was surprised by him being so honest about it. She didn’t really know him personally, so maybe he was always blatantly honest with people. And although she normally would be annoyed, frustrated or offended with someone sexualizing her, since she had been doing the same to him just moments prior to the pipe bursting made her feel a little more brave about being honest with him. While he still had his head in his hands she let the robe slip down to her waist, revealing most of her torso to him. When Bucky shook his head and looked back up at her he froze, his eyes going wide and the smile slipping off his face to make room for the astonished look he gave her. She tilted her head at him. “Maybe I should just walk around like I normally do to help you out with those fantasies,” she said lowly. “Would that help?”
Bucky’s eyes flicked down her body, settling on her breasts for a long while before he met her gaze again. “Y-Yes, that…that would help,” he breathed.
She smirked and stood up, pulling off the robe completely and laying it on the back of the chair before sitting down again, letting him see her fully. She didn’t pose herself in any kind of provocative way to show herself off, just sat there and let him get his fill. Bucky, to his credit, didn’t move, sitting stiff as stone as his eyes moved over her slowly and appreciatively. After a while she took a deep breath and sighed silently, gathering herself for another moment of bravery. “Care to join me?” she asked.
Bucky’s eyebrows raised, eyelids blinking rapidly and his mouth dropping open slightly in shock. Just that look alone was enough to have her feeling slick already, a deep twinge in her core making her shiver. A small smirk pulled at the side of his mouth, and he slowly stood up. He took his time undressing, his gaze never leaving her as his shirt went first, then his sweatpants, then his underwear, all still pretty wet from the bursted pipe water. When he stood naked before her she ogled him openly. Holy shit, she thought ruefully. Her daydreams and fantasies about this man had been a disservice to the reality of him. Tall, broad, muscly but not super cut (just the way she liked it), the metal arm whirring at his side as he rolled his left shoulder a little, and the prettiest cock she had ever seen already standing at attention, pulsing the moment she laid eyes on it.
“Like what you see?” he teased.
Y/N looked him over again slowly and smirked. “Yes,” she confessed.
He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at her as he walked forward and then kneeled in front of her. He didn’t touch her, but was close enough that she could almost feel the heat radiating off of him. “And here I thought that the whole point was not to sexualize the human body,” he said teasingly. “Are you sexualizing me?”
She bit back a wide smile and playfully frowned. “How dare you?” she said dramatically. “I would never do such a thing.”
Bucky huffed a laugh, his smirk turning into a wolfish smile. “That’s too bad,” he said lowly.
Her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Would you like me to sexualize you?”
“Yes,” he nodded, answering immediately. “Absolutely.”
Y/N’s heart soared at the requited desire in his eyes, and she fought back a smug smile as she took another deep breath and then sighed, pursing her lips and looking around like she was thinking about it. Bucky gave her an unimpressed but amused look at her antics, and she shrugged. “I mean, I was in the middle of a self-care session before you rudely interrupted me,” she said, spreading her legs wider. His eyes drifted down to between her legs, seeing her pussy that had been becoming steadily more wet as the conversation went on. A stuttered breath escaped his open mouth, then he closed it to swallow harshly before meeting her gaze again. “So I guess as an apology, you can help me finish what I started.”
That seemed to be all the permission he needed as he smirked and leaned down while on his knees, keeping eye contact with her as best as he could as he kissed her knee. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, his kisses moving slowly up her thigh. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please forgive me.” He nuzzled her lower stomach with his nose, brushing his lips over her skin. His hands suddenly moved up and hooked behind her knees, yanking her forward so she was slumped in her seat, pulling a surprised yelp from her as he spread her legs and continued nuzzling down toward her pussy. He kissed the mound just above her clit, making her shiver, and the look he gave her as he looked up at her from between her legs had her feeling dizzy. “Let me make it up to you.”
Y/N smiled widely and settled herself down in the seat, lifting her legs to lay over his shoulders. “Go on, Sarge.”
***
A loud knock came at the door and Y/N gasped, sitting up fast as she looked toward the front door. “Shit!” she hissed, standing up and hobbling toward the chair in the front room to grab her robe. “Buck…Bucky get up!”
Bucky was on her bed, his hair splayed out around his head and his chest heaving with panting breaths. “Yeah, yeah I’m…I’m up…”
Y/N rolled her eyes and shut her bedroom door, threw the robe on and fixed her hair as she wiped her face, catching her breath before opening the door with a smile. The maintenance man barely looked at her as he scrolled on his work tablet. “Hi, sorry—”
“Pipe burst in number 1?” he asked matter-of-factly.
“Yes, um, I turned the water off already. The door is unlocked and so is the water and power switches—”
“Alright, thanks,” he said before walking off down the hall without a second glance.
She scoffed a little and shut her door, locking it and letting out a long breath as she turned around and walked back to her room. When she opened the door Bucky was stroking his cock with his metal hand, waiting for her with a smirk. “Looks like we have some more time,” he said lowly. “You wanna finish what you started?”
Y/N smirked back at him, letting her robe fall and climbing onto the bed between his legs. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m not done sexualizing you yet.”
Bucky chuckled lightly, but choked when she lowered her head down. “Fuck, pretty girl, you can sexualize me whenever you want.”
Apparently there's such a thing as a ficlet? So that's what this is, I guess. I have been too busy in my personal life to finish/write longer things lately, so this is about as good as it's gonna get. Hope you all still like it, tho.
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Y/N watched him in astonishment. The signs had been there for over a year. The long, yearning looks with softened eyes. The way his voice grew softer-toned when he spoke to her. How he was an ass and impatient with people like Walker and Alexei but refused to tease or make fun of her. Always the gentleman when she was around, guiding her with a hand on her back or his hand at the ready to help her step up or down anywhere. Keeping her favorite snacks stocked up in the pantry and his room. He was too protective on missions specifically over her and no one else. It was no secret that Bucky Barnes liked her.
But even as she was laying in his bed naked after he had just fucked her within an inch of her life, with the finished breakfast tray sitting on the floor that he’d brought in for her earlier, she was still shocked by the way he was gently washing her ruined underwear in the bathroom sink. He hadn’t just ripped them off this time, which was a miracle itself. But seeing him clean her up carefully afterwards and then tidy up the room before washing her underwear with the same metal hand that had made her fall apart just moments before had her feeling something deeper than she was ready to admit to herself.
He wrung out the water from her panties and hung them to dry over the edge of the sink before washing his hands, drying them and walking back out to the bed. He gave her his signature smirk as he crawled across the bed and over her body, laying on top of her as he nuzzled and kissed his way up to her neck to cuddle her. Y/N knew right then that she was going to marry this man. The one who made her soak her panties, then washed them for her. The one who could undo her in minutes, just to build her back up again. He raised his head to kiss her deeply. Yep, she was ruined.
There weren’t a lot of male omegas in the world. It was considered an anomaly, a weird happenstance in nature, but not the norm. So when Bucky presented as one, it was strange and surprising. He didn’t look like a typical male omega, who were usually a little smaller in stature and size. They could still mate, of course, and get female alphas and omegas pregnant. But female alphas were also rare, so they usually had to mate with fellow omegas. Which really wasn’t an issue. Many omega pairs had happy, fulfilled lives. Bucky looked the part of a natural alpha, and with the super soldier serum forced on him during the war, had all the mannerisms of one. He had heats, but instead of acting domineering and trying to breed the nearest thing possible, he acted more like a typical omega: desperate, needy, nesting and submissive.
He was embarrassed by it from the moment he first presented. The only people who he willingly told were Steve and the army. Hydra found out during his Winter Soldier days, where they put him on heavy suppressants. After that he considered it on a “need-to-know” basis. Whenever he needed help through a heat, there was a system put in place to hire an omega or beta escort signed to an airtight NDA, who was blindfolded and used only to help him get through it. Bucky hated it, but it was the only thing to help him. He secretly hoped for a mate, someone who not only complemented his classification but also just…loved him. At this point in his life, with all he’d been through, he had no grand delusions of a nuclear family. But to have someone to come home to, a built-in best friend, a companion and love match was his hope and dream.
“Barnes!” Bucky put down the weights he was holding as he worked out in the training room and turned to face the newcomers. It was Yelena walking in with a woman he’d never seen before. She was shorter than him and very curvy, but what struck him was the power she exuded. The way she walked, the way she held herself, the look on her face, and her scent…
“This is the new recruit I was telling you about,” Yelena said once they were closer. “Y/N Y/L/N, this is Sergeant Bucky Barnes. Barnes, Y/N.”
Bucky stared at her for a long moment before plastering a polite smile on his face and holding his flesh hand out to her in greeting. “Hi,” he said nervously. “You’re a mutant, right?”
Y/N smirked at him, glancing at his hand before reaching hers out and taking it. Her grip surprised him as she shook his hand firmly. “Telekinetic mutant and female alpha working with a metal-armed and enhanced male omega,” she said, looking at him with an analytical expression. “Just a bunch of freaks of nature. What could go wrong?”
Bucky’s eyes widened and Yelena looked back and forth between them. “Wait, you’re an omega?” she asked Bucky in shock.
“Technically,” he said as he blushed and dropped Y/N’s hand.
“You don’t smell that?” Y/N asked Yelena in surprise. “Jesus, y’all need to get your senses checked. I could smell him from the other side of the building.” She looked at him again with a hungry glance. “Not in a bad way, of course.”
Bucky’s nostrils flared as he sniffed in her direction. There it was again, the pure scent of alpha. He was around it every day, being a New Avenger and dealing with enhanced threats. But this was different. He’d only come across a couple of female alphas in his lifetime, but even then none of them had smelled like her. There was something dominant yet gentle about it, grounded and sweet. Like oud and incense, with a hint of marshmallow beneath it all to calm but also tease. His eyelids fluttered at how it seemed to wrap around him, and his mouth watered with the need to taste it…to taste her. Her smirk deepened as she watched him and Yelena grimaced.
“Oh god, okay so…this isn’t supposed to be a dating service,” she said quickly as she looked back and forth between them.
Y/N snorted a laugh and rolled her eyes as she looked at Yelena. “Of course not,” she said with a teasing, mischievous look, then looked at him again. “See you around, handsome.” Bucky’s eyes widened as she winked at him and walked back out of the training room, her hips swinging and a sudden resurgence of her scent filling the room, making him choke back a whimper and angle his body in a way that Yelena wouldn’t be able to see his growing erection. Yelena’s mouth dropped open in shock before looking at him again and groaning.
“This is gonna be a mess,” she huffed.
***
Bucky tried to not let his omega instincts override missions, he really did. He didn’t want to let it affect him and the job at hand, even as his body moved to cover Y/N automatically and he kept a constant eye on her, always looking for ways to help and make sure she was okay. If it bothered her she never showed it, only gave him knowing winks and smiles before moving toward the target. She didn’t need him to keep her safe. She was completely capable, and he knew that. Watching her beat whatever enemy they faced with her telekinesis was mesmerizing. Yet he still did what he could to protect her anyway.
Her alpha status made her a natural leader, even though she didn’t want the title as leader in the New Avengers. She and him were similar in that way. As much as his expertise and her power were easy points of leadership, neither of them wanted the responsibility, instead helping to support and guide Yelena as the leader (even though Walker thought he was half the time for some reason). Y/N took no shit from Walker or Alexei, both alphas, and put them in their place when they tried to assert dominance. It was a common practice amongst alphas, unfortunately, the incessant need to overpower and prove themselves to be the strongest. Y/N never needed or wanted to do that. So while Walker was taller and physically stronger than her, she was fierce, loud, could cut him down with a sharp word or literally just hoist him up with her power to make him back off and calm down. Alexei was much more relaxed with her, seeming to understand that while he yearned for leadership, he was more so wanting the perceived praise and glory that came with it, not the responsibility. So as long as he stayed in his place, they got along well, teasing each other constantly.
Y/N was a typical alpha when it came to the others on the team, though. Bucky, Yelena and Ava were all omegas, and Bob was a beta. She was fiercely protective and caring for them all, making sure they were safe on missions, checking in on them regularly to make sure they were okay in everyday life, and taking care of them however she could. She was a listening ear and quiet companion for Bucky and Bob, and a support and teasing girl-friendship for Yelena and Ava. She would sit in a room with Bob and give off a calming scent as they read books together. There were regularly scheduled girls nights for the three of them, where they would rope Mel in as much as possible as well. As for Bucky, it was a strange relationship. She would talk to him about anything and everything, leaving space for him to engage or not, which he always did, making a ton of extra food for him whenever she cooked to help with his immense super soldier appetite, and like with Bob, just being an accompanying presence in the room when she could smell him in distress after a nightmare or when he went through a flashback. At first it was all a little tense and awkward. Bucky knew she could smell the way he was attracted to her, and as much as she gave him the knowing smirk and wink, she never acted on it or took advantage of it. Instead she was just…there. There for him and for the team.
Then it all changed one night after a really intense nightmare where he woke up to his own screams as he toppled out of bed. She was there, shooing away the other team members who came running as well and shutting his door to let him recover. She held her hands up in surrender as she slowly approached him. Bucky had watched her warily, his mind still catching up to the fact that he wasn’t there anymore. Once she was close enough to him she held her hand out in offering, giving off a calming scent as she waited for him.
Bucky stared at her hand, blinking rapidly as his breathing evened out. He sighed before leaning forward, his flesh hand reaching out to take it and hold her palm against his cheek. Y/N didn’t say anything, even as he nuzzled her palm then sniffed at the scent gland on her wrist. That flipped a switch in his brain where he lost all sense and pulled her roughly to sit on top of him, straddling his lap as he held her wrist under his nose with a bruising grip. She didn’t protest, didn’t fight, just let him move her how he needed. Then she guided his face to the crook of her neck, and he was done for. He scented her, shoving his face against her skin and sniffing her heavily. It helped to calm him and focus on something else.
She nuzzled his scent gland as well, making him whimper when she suddenly licked it. “You’re safe,” she whispered, her scent changing into the authoritative alpha to make him focus on her alone. “You’re here, not there. It isn’t happening to you now, and it never will again. I’ve got you, Buck.” Her hands moved so that she could rub her wrist scent glands along the ones in his neck, making their combined scents mix together in a tantalizing combination of smoky earthiness that neared on spicy with an undertone of creamy sweetness. It made him almost delirious as she rubbed her wrists up his neck and over his cheeks before running her fingers through his hair.
“Alpha,” he breathed.
Y/N shushed him, her lips brushing along his cheek and making him shiver. “Now isn’t the time for that, Omega,” she said softly. Bucky felt a rush of shame but she scratched his scalp gently in reassurance. She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “Though believe me, I’d love to,” she smirked. He blushed, unable to stop the shy but proud smile pulling at his lips. They stared at each other for a long moment before she sighed quietly through her nose. “Are you alright?” she asked.
Bucky took a deep breath, inhaling her scent and feeling himself calm down immensely. “I’ll be okay,” he said quietly. “Thank you for helping me.”
Y/N smiled fully and nodded. “Would you like me to go?”
He frowned and shook his head immediately. “Stay,” he said, his arms wrapping around her back tighter. “Please?”
She bit back a triumphant smile and nodded again. “Okay,” she whispered.
A few moments later they were in his bed, with Bucky’s face tucked into her neck just below her chin and her arms around him, one hand running through his hair and the other one rubbing his back. She was letting him scent her continuously, and as much as his cock was hard and aching to be used, and she could feel and most likely smell his arousal, he wasn’t going to push it. And like she said, she wanted him that way, too. But she was right, tonight was not the right time. He was emotionally drained and needed comfort that she was willing to give, that’s all this was. But as he was wrapped in her scent, and with her soft touches and quiet praises whispered in his hair, he had renewed hope that maybe it could be something more.
***
Months later Bucky was in the middle of a reconnaissance mission with Y/N when he suddenly froze. His nostrils flared, and a slow shiver rolled up his spine as the change in Y/N’s scent made his mind go blank. He slowly turned to look at her. She was still on the other side of the room, rummaging through a filing cabinet before using her telekinesis to pull multiple files out of it and making pages fly through the air in front of her face so she could read them faster. She didn’t seem to be affected or realize that there was a change, but with the super soldier serum and being an Omega he could smell these types of things much earlier than others.
He turned back to the task at hand, but couldn’t focus as the change became steadily stronger, his eyelids fluttering and his cock hardening so fast it made him dizzy. She was going into a rut. Fuck. Not now, he thought as his jaw clenched. He attempted to ignore it, but was struggling as it messed with his own pheromones and hormones. It had been a while since his last heat, partially because of being on and off of suppressants. But now with a strong alpha nearby going into rut, it was sending him careening into one unwittingly.
A small gasp from Y/N, and his hands clenched into fists. “Shit,” she cursed under her breath, and he could hear her heartbeat quicken. “Dammit…no.” Bucky leaned forward onto the desk he was standing next to, pressing his fists into the fake wood as he tried to keep his wits about him. He could hear the flying pages all rustle back and forth and then the sharp shut of the filing cabinet drawer before he sensed her facing him. “Buck,” she called out to him breathlessly. “We need to leave.”
“I know,” he huffed. Neither of them moved, both seemingly afraid to get anywhere near the other. She moved first, heading toward the door they came through. He waited until she left and then followed behind her. He gave her a wide breadth as she walked fast down the hallways they navigated earlier and out the building, and just as she walked up the ramp to the Quinjet outside she groaned and nearly fell to her knees. Bucky swooped in and caught her, carrying her up the final few steps and punching the buttons at the control panel to get them to the safe house they were staying in. He helped her sit in one of the cockpit chairs, and when he pulled away he finally looked at her to find her staring at him with glassy eyes, her nostrils flaring over and over as she breathed in his scent, her fingers shaking while gripping the armrests for dear life.
He nearly buckled to his knees to beg for her right then, but flinched in the effort to step back and sit in the other cockpit chair. The air was suddenly filled with her scent, the normally earthy and sweet hints suddenly feeling muggy and almost too creamy-sweet, making his tongue feel heavy and his eyes water. His flesh hand was shaking with the effort to stay still. He just had to be strong for a little while longer until they reached the safe house…but then what? Would she hole herself up in the room? He could feel his heat coming on full force with the nearby alpha in rut, and squirmed in his seat as slick precum began to flow through the tip of his cock, wetting his suit pants steadily. God, this was so embarrassing. He was going to cream himself just from her rut starting.
Half an hour later they finally reached the safe house. The Quinjet ramp door opened and Y/N all but ran out, her telekinesis making objects around her move out of her way and her hands literally vibrating with jittery energy. Bucky followed her. There was nowhere else for him to go. This whole situation was not ideal. He wanted her, but not like this when neither of them had much control over their bodies’ reactions. If it hadn’t been him on the mission it could have been another omega on the team. Would she have used them during her rut? Possibly. This didn’t make him special or chosen if she needed his help. Ever since that night where she helped him through that nightmare they had been much closer than before, but they weren’t courting, and had never made any kind of advances or promises to each other.
The moment he walked into the house he stiffened. The smell was even more potent now. Y/N was nowhere to be seen, but she was everywhere. Bucky made it two more steps before he doubled over, leaning against the couch as deep cramps wracked his groin, making him groan in pain as his heat officially started. His cock was now rock hard, straining painfully against his pants. His whole body felt like it was on fire, his blood racing in his veins and his heart thumping so loud in his ears that he almost didn’t hear Y/N’s growl as she appeared in the hallway.
“Omega,” she huffed. Bucky looked at her and quietly whined. She was still wearing an oversized tank top, but the rest of her was naked, making it so he could smell her arousal fully, and he watched as her slick dribbled down her thighs. Her hair was a mess, like she’d run her fingers through it repeatedly, and the look in her eye was hungry and desperate. “Buck—mmh,” she moaned, her eyes shutting tight for a split second before she gathered herself and met his gaze again. “I’m sorry for…for setting off your heat I…I thought I had another week—”
“Alpha,” Bucky whimpered as another cramp made him shudder. He was losing control, the insatiable need overwhelming all other senses and functions. Without another thought he was stripping off his clothes and kneeling to the floor. Everything was so overstimulating. He needed the relief, which he was given as he felt her hands on his face. Her fingers swiped away tears he was unaware had fallen, sweeping back the sweaty mess that was becoming his hair on his forehead. “Please,” he begged, his words slurring as he pressed his mouth into her palm and fisted his aching cock, the pressure giving the slightest reprieve.
Y/N let off as calming a scent as she could in that moment to help him, a low hum vibrating in her chest that was meant to soothe making the air between them feel heavy. “Is that what you want, handsome Omega?” she asked, scratching the back of his head gently. “You want me to fuck you?” Bucky shuddered again, nodding frantically as his metal hand reached out and gripped the bottom of her shirt, trying to pull her closer. “You want me to knot you, baby?”
“FUCK! Yes!” he grunted, his cock feeling like it was trying to reach up to her on its own. “Alpha please, please I’ll be so good to you I promise. I want you so bad, you’re all I’ve wanted since we met. I can be so good for you, Y/N—”
“I’m sure you can,” Y/N smirked, then she stepped right up to him, gripping the hair at the back of his head and pulling him sharply toward her. “And you can start by eating me out.”
Bucky’s hands flew to her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. “Thank you, Alpha,” he said hurriedly, then shoved his face into her cunt. The moment her slick passed his lips he was a goner. He groaned loudly against her pussy lips, kissing, licking and sucking at her in every possible way he could think of. Y/N moaned, one hand keeping him between her legs and the other grabbing the nearby couch to make sure she didn’t fall over. He was smothered by her voluptuous thighs that shook against his cheeks with each pass his tongue made along her clit. His hands ventured over her thighs, hips, lower stomach and her ass, kneading the fattier areas with a firm grip, even making them jiggle in his hand to make her pussy gush more slick. His flesh fingers eventually made their way between her legs and he swiped his fingers through her sopping pussy, plunging two fingers in easily while his mouth focused on her clit.
He spread his fingers and massaged her inner walls, squelching noises from how wet she was growing louder with each tease of her g-spot inside. He could feel the muscle that female alphas had already throbbing around his fingers. It was the closest they would come to a biological knot, to hold a cock deep inside. Bucky couldn’t wait to sink his cock inside to see how it would feel around his pseudo-knot.
“That’s it, Omega,” she said lowly, her hips starting to grind against his mouth. “Add another finger, baby. Look at the size of that pretty cock, Bucky, I’m gonna need the practice, aren’t I?”
Bucky whimpered, his hips jerking at the need for stimulation as he looked up at her. “Do you like it, Alpha?” he asked between sucking and licking her clit, his eyelids fluttering at the way she was watching him. “Is it good enough for you?”
“It’s perfect, Omega,” Y/N praised him with a proud smile. “I can’t wait to have it inside me.”
He was sure he would cum just from the praise and eating her out alone. He was never more thankful to have the super soldier serum than he was right then, knowing that if he did cum he’d be able to keep going for a while to satiate her. “Me neither,” he breathed. “Please…it’s yours, Alpha. I’m all yours.”
“Make me cum, Omega,” she said, her voice taking on the authoritarian Alpha nature that compelled him to try harder. “Make me cum on your handsome face then I’ll fuck that pretty cock.”
Bucky nodded and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue as fast as he could while he added another finger inside and thrust all three of them in an arched position faster inside her, hitting her g-spot with the tips of his fingers. Within a minute of him doing all of that she panted hard, stiffened, then came with a guttural yell. Her cum splattered over his entire body, coating the lower half of his face, down his neck and chest and soaking his hand. Bucky moaned as he drank up all he could, never stopping his movements except to slow down a little bit as she shook above him. His metal hand held her up by the ass cheek as he kept licking to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.
“Mmh, yes, good Omega,” she said after a minute. “Holy shit, you’re so good at that, baby. Maybe later I’ll have you just stay between my legs all day and make me cum over and over until my rut finally passes.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Bucky said. “I’d love that. Y/N please!”
She stepped away so she could lean down and kiss him lewdly. It was the first time she had ever kissed him, and the fact that it was just after he’d made her cum with his mouth made it so arousing that he couldn’t stop himself as he came, right there on the floor. Shame and embarrassment rushed through him, even as pleasure made him moan against her mouth and his flesh hand that was covered in her cum using it to lube himself and pump out the rest at her feet.
“Oh baby,” she chuckled as she pulled away and looked down at the white spurts of his cum mixed with hers on the floor. “You poor, horny, handsome thing.”
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” he said through renewed tears, even though his hand still kept jerking himself off. “I’m so sorry. I can keep going, I promise, I just…it was all too much but so good I couldn’t help it.”
He was whining and crying on his knees. God, if he was of sound mind it would embarrass him but in this moment he just needed her. Y/N smirked at him as she scratched his beard with her fingers. “Go to the bedroom and lay on the bed,” she instructed quietly.
Bucky immediately got up and walked to the bedroom she had claimed the night before for the mission. Her clothes were strewn about the room from when they got back earlier, and he climbed on the bed blindly as his cock hardened again with her scent surrounding him in the room. Y/N wasn’t far behind him as he laid on his back and waited for her. She pulled off the tank top, and he let out a shaky breath at her heavy breasts that jiggled like the rest of her as she walked. She climbed up on the bed and between his legs, lowered her top half over his groin and held his cock steady with her right hand as her left fondled his balls. She took him in her mouth, and he had to physically stop himself from thrusting.
“Oh my…god!” he moaned and squirmed. The way she was licking up the cum that had dripped down his cock and not on the floor, swallowing it with little hums and whimpers before she kept going, was mesmerizing. When she cleaned him off she licked the head heavily, her spit now coating him as she slobbered all over it so much that he could feel it on his balls. “Y/N I…Jesus, that’s so good.” She started to bob her head up and down on him, her hand rolling around the base of his cock as her other hand never stopped on his balls, her pointer finger down there moving to stroke along his perineal area just below. Every touch felt like spreading embers of pleasure across his skin, every new sensation a new fire that made his muscles twitch and his entire body feel jittery with need.
She took him as far back in her throat as she could, then with a surprising deep breath she opened up and swallowed him even further back so he slid into her throat. Bucky was sure he was going to cum again, his mind feeling fuzzy and nothing but heavy panting breaths coming from him as he was struck dumb by the new feeling. Y/N hummed around his cock, tickling it just right as she squeezed his balls firmly, and he came down her throat with a slight thrust and a wounded sound resonating in his chest. She merely smiled as much as she could with him stretching her lips, her tongue still moving along the underside of his shaft as she stroked every burst of cum from him down her awaiting throat and swallowed it all.
When she could feel his balls stop pulsing in her hand she slowly pulled up off of him, sucking him every inch of the way up until she suckled at the tip like she was drinking the rest from a straw, then let him fall out of her mouth with a splat on his stomach. Bucky was crying again, his entire body shaking as he tried not to pass out from the exhaustion and overwhelm. Y/N smiled at him and licked along his cock for good measure before she hefted both of his legs up, pushing them until he was folded in half with his knees above his chest. She positioned herself so her legs pushed along the backs of his thighs, and was able to spread her legs wide enough to line her pussy up with his cock. It was a strange pose he’d never been in before, but had seen something about it when searching certain topics online: the Amazon position.
Y/N grinded her pussy along his cock, making him hard again within an instant. He whined as she covered him in her slick, his cock pulsing with each slide. “We’re gonna start like this,” she said, reaching her hand down to hold him steady at her entrance. “Then if you’re good, maybe I’ll present for you, how does that sound, Omega?”
“Yes, Alpha,” he said, his hips attempting to thrust up, though in this position that was almost impossible. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. As long as it lets me be yours. Your good Omega…fuck! I’m so hard, please!”
She smiled. “I’ve got you, handsome,” she said, then angled her hips and began to sink down on his cock. The angle she had him in was almost pulling him down onto his balls, creating a different friction and pressure he wasn’t accustomed to, but something about it was tantalizing. And as her pussy enveloped him, his eyes rolled back at finally being sunk into a cunt. And what a perfect, pretty cunt it was. He had never been with a female Alpha before, so when his pseudo knot was swallowed up by her pussy he suddenly felt the extra muscle just within her entrance that was considered her knot sucking him in and pulsing around him, sending a hard shiver up his spine.
“Oooh, Bucky,” she groaned. “That feels so good. You feel how perfectly you fit inside me? Shit, this cock was made for me, wasn’t it?”
Bucky was already delirious, his heat making him leak even more precum and residual cum inside her. She rolled her hips for an experimental stroke, and he gasped at the way their knots rubbed along each other. “Yours,” he slurred. “Your cock. Oh my god…”
Y/N held his legs up with her hands on the backs of his calves as she started a steady pace of thrusts and rolls on him. Bucky had usually been the one to take charge, with him being the larger one out of the previous escorts he’d been with. He had never been the one to submit, to be used, and although he thought he wouldn’t like it, here he was whining, moaning, whimpering and holding his legs as far up against his chest as he could for her. She moved one hand down to caress over his stomach and chest, feeling him all over. She scratched down his chest with her nails, making him flinch with the mix of pain and pleasure. After a while she leaned down between his legs to kiss him. He tried to keep up with her passionate kisses, but mostly just let her make a mess of his mouth as he tried to not cum too early.
She moved from the Amazon position to cowgirl, making it easier for her to kiss him and free up her hands to touch him. Bucky couldn’t decide what he liked better. At this point it didn’t matter. He was right where he was supposed to be, being a good Omega for his Alpha. He helped bounce her on his cock, praising and begging her for more. She scented him over and over again, sucking at the scent glands in his neck as she played with his nipples. Her teeth kept grazing over his throat, teasing him with a mating bond that was driving him crazy.
“Alpha, please? Do it, please,” he begged for the umpteenth time. “I want it. I want you to be mine, and I’ll be yours. Just yours. All yours. Y/N…”
Y/N kissed to the left side of his neck, sucking on his gland heavily before nipping at it again. “You want to be my mate, Omega?” she asked against his ear.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” He whined loudly, his hands holding her ass and guiding her harder on top of his cock. “Mate me, knot me, let me knot you and knock you up if you want. We’d make such pretty pups, Alpha, I just know it. God, I love you.” Y/N pulled away, never stopping her thrusts on him but looking at him in shock. He couldn’t find it in himself to care about shame or embarrassment at his confession, he just needed her to know. “I love you and I want you to be mine,” he said, thrusting his hips to meet hers, which made her whimper and her eyelids flutter.
“Fuck, Omega,” she grunted, meeting his gaze again before leaning down to kiss him lewdly then nuzzle his neck again. “I love you, too.” Bucky thought he was gonna pass out from how much happiness flooded his system. “I’ll make you mine. All mine.” She sucked at his neck for a while longer, then he could feel her hot breath as she opened her mouth wide and then bit him. Bucky yelped at the pain, shuddering at the rush of adrenaline it caused as he gripped her ass cheeks even harder, tensing every muscle so he wouldn’t cum and knot her until she knotted him first.
After another minute she pulled off of him and licked the bite to soothe it before moving to look at him again. She smiled and kissed him before pulling away and maneuvering herself off his cock. He frowned but realized what she was doing when she turned around and kneeled on the bed with her face in the blanket, arching her back and wiggling her ass at him. “Now claim me,” she said as she looked back at him.
Bucky didn’t need to be told twice as he heaved himself up and got behind her, sinking his cock back in without warning. She moaned as he held her hips and started thrusting into her hard and fast. The sound of slapping skin and their mixed sounds of pleasure echoed through the room, making it so all he could hear was his heartbeat and her moans and cries. After getting them both worked up again he wrapped his metal hand around her throat and pulled her back so her back was leaning against his chest, her head falling back and resting on his shoulder as he nuzzled her scent gland on the right side of her neck, his flesh hand reaching around to rub her clit.
He sucked at her gland heavily before nipping at it in warning, making her shiver. “Mine,” he nearly growled. “My Alpha.”
“Yours,” Y/N moaned. “My Omega.”
Bucky braced himself and bit her hard. Y/N screamed, her body convulsing as her knot popped and held his cock deep inside as she came around him. His knot was stimulated so suddenly by her own that he groaned loudly against her neck, his knot fully inflating and his cock cumming so hard he almost fainted, heavy whimpers vibrating against her throat. His fingers kept rubbing her clit harshly, prolonging her orgasm as her pussy rippled over his cock twitching and filling her up so much there were soft squelching noises coming from between them with each pulse of her pussy and his balls. It was the most amazing thing he had ever felt, and he had a feeling it would be the most amazing thing he would ever feel for the rest of his life.
His hips repeatedly thrust into hers for a while longer until he pulled away from the bite, licking her as well to soothe it as his fingers came to a stop on her clit but gave it a quick pat for good measure. Y/N whimpered, making him smile as he held her close and moved them both to lay down on their sides. They would be stuck together for a little while until her knot let him loose, so he cradled her back against his front and made sure she was comfortable as she randomly twitched and hummed with each pussy throb. “Thank you, Alpha,” he breathed, his voice coming out gravelly with how much noise he’d been making as he nuzzled her neck to scent her and kiss her. “Fuck, thank you for claiming me…for loving me. I love you, Y/N, goddamn, I love you.”
Y/N sighed and reached back to scratch at the top of his head. “Love you,” she said quietly. “Are you alright? How do you feel?”
“I’m perfect,” Bucky said reassuringly, never stopping his kisses and scenting her. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
“No, you were perfect, Omega,” she said, turning her head to look at him as best as she could. She looked fucked-out-tired but pleased, and he couldn’t help the proud smile that spread on his face. “Filled me up so well, baby.” Bucky smirked and moved his hand down to her belly where he caressed over the extra little pudge that wasn’t there before. “You gonna keep me filled up for the next few days?” she asked teasingly.
Bucky chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “Absolutely, Alpha,” he said. “For the next few days, every day for the rest of our lives, whatever you want.”
Y/N giggled, swatting his hand affectionately as he chuckled again. “Good Omega.”
Summary: Y/N is a pleasure dom/sex worker/intimacy coach/certified cuddler. Bucky is newly divorced and struggling with moving on. Is it a match or a mess?
Warnings: smut galore/sex work/mentions of sex work, language, mentions of past abuse (not by Bucky or reader), possessiveness
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6 months later
“Oh my god just tell him already!” Yelena groaned. “You’ve been his sugar baby for a while! He’s obviously willing to take care of you and make sure you have everything you want or need, and you’re free to come and go as you please. You haven’t been to your apartment in months!”
“Girl—” Y/N started.
“Seriously,” Natasha said, rolling her eyes. “You’re basically in a relationship with him, anyway. Just make it official.”
“Not you, too!” Y/N said, glaring at her. “Look, it doesn’t matter what I want—”
“That’s terrible!” Yelena said incredulously. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter what you want? Of course it does! What kind of life is that, to play house with the man you love but never have that reassurance that he loves you back, even though it’s pretty obvious he does—”
“Okay enough,” Y/N said loudly. “I was hoping to have a nice girls night with you both but apparently I’m just going to be judged for my life choices. I’m comfortable, safe and paid. Why can’t you just be happy for me in that regard?”
“We are,” Natasha said, looking at her sadly. “But you also deserve love.”
Y/N stared at her and glanced at Yelena before sighing and shutting her eyes, refusing to let any tears show. “Thank you, but seriously, I’m fine.”
The girls looked at each other worriedly, but dropped the subject.
***
“How are things going with Y/N?” Clint asked Bucky during a work outing.
Bucky finished his drink and smiled. “It’s been great,” he said excitedly. “It’s nice to have her with me all the time. Thanks for the suggestion of the whole sugar baby thing. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.”
Clint nodded but narrowed his eyes. “So, you making googly eyes at her all the time is just because you have an in-home fuck buddy?”
Bucky grimaced and snorted. “Jesus, Clint, you make it sound gross. No, that’s not it at all. She’s…” He paused and swallowed harshly. “She’s one of my best friends, to be honest. She’s helped me a lot over the past few years and I like her.”
Clint raised his eyebrow, giving him an unimpressed look. “Just ‘like’ her?”
Bucky looked down and dragged his lip through his teeth. “I…it doesn’t matter how I feel,” he said quietly. “I’m paying her. She wouldn’t be with me if I wasn’t.”
“That’s so not true, it’s ridiculous,” Steve piped up as he walked up to the table.
Bucky jumped as he looked to see Steve and Sam sitting down with them. “Oh god,” he rolled his eyes.
“Are we talking about Y/N again?” Sam asked, and when Clint nodded he made a smacking noise with his lips against his teeth. “Come on, man, just tell her,” he said with an annoyed huff. “She likes you, too, remember? You’re just refusing to accept it.”
“Can we all move on, please?” Bucky begged, running his hand through his hair nervously.
Clint grimaced and then groaned. “Ugh, I’m not supposed to do this. Natasha’s going to kill me,” he said. They all looked at him curiously. He faced Bucky and sighed. “Y/N loves you,” he said firmly.
Bucky’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open as the other two scoffed. He stared at Clint for a long moment before shaking his head. “What?” he asked.
“Y/N loves you,” he repeated. “She has been in love with you since before she moved in. I suggested you take her on as a sugar baby as a way to get you guys closer together, since I knew you were too afraid to tell her how you felt and she would be too afraid to date you since you would most likely not be okay with her work while being with you. But she’s in love with you, man. I’m serious.”
Steve clapped Bucky’s back as Sam pumped his fist triumphantly. “I knew it! Damn I’m good,” Sam said, thumping himself on the chest. “So just tell her you want it all to be real!”
“But she’ll need reassurance,” Clint said. “She’s gonna still want some independence of some kind. She’s had to work for so long that giving it all up and leaning on you fully to take care of her is gonna be a hard sell, even with her being in love with you.”
Bucky was still looking shell-shocked, unsurety on his face as he blinked rapidly. Steve leaned forward and put his arm around him. “Buck,” he said, getting him to focus on him. “She loves you. You love her. You both deserve to be happy together in a real relationship.”
Clint nodded along then grew serious again. “Don’t tell Natasha I told you,” he said earnestly. “We’ve been trying to let this all happen organically but obviously some things need a bigger push than we thought, and I can’t stand seeing you two orbit around each other’s feelings anymore. It’s driving me nuts.”
***
Y/N thought over what the girls had said over the next few days. She deserved love, she knew that. So did Bucky. And in this dynamic it was hard to know whether the way he treated her was because of the perks that come with a sugar baby relationship or because he actually liked her. But there were times where the look in his eyes, the way he touched her, seemed to mean more. But another part of her was too afraid to ruin it. Everyone else seemed to think Bucky was in love with her already. God, she wanted that. She just couldn’t rely solely on him for everything, though. The last time she had done that she had been left high and dry, and it took years for her to get back on her feet. She wasn’t willing to struggle like that again, or ever.
Bucky walked into the room and she looked up at him expectantly. “Let’s take a drive,” he said with a big smile. “Got a few errands to run.”
“Okay,” Y/N said. She could use some time out of the house. As they drove through town she looked around and frowned when he turned down a street she wasn’t familiar with that was lined with different official looking buildings. “Where are we going?” she asked.
“The bank,” he said.
Y/N side-eyed him. It was a weird errand to run with her. She had never been there with him before. When they parked he got out and opened her door for her before taking her hand and leading her inside. The moment he walked in he was greeted by a man across the lobby sitting at a desk. “Mr. Barnes! Long time no see,” he said, standing up as Bucky pulled her toward the desk. “So, we’re adding a joint onto your accounts, is that right?”
“Hey Pietro. Yes,” he said, pulling a chair out for Y/N before sitting in the chair next to hers. “This is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is my personal banker, Pietro Maximoff.”
Y/N looked back and forth between them in confusion. “Hello,” she greeted him, shaking his hand across the desk. “Um…I’m sorry, what’s happening?”
“We’re adding you onto my bank accounts,” Bucky said matter-of-factly. “That way you have access to everything.”
Her eyes bulged. “What…why would I need access to everything?” she asked breathlessly.
Pietro didn’t seem phased by the conversation as he typed things into the keyboard on his desk and then moved the electronic signature pad toward her. “I’ve got everything structured the way we discussed, all I need is your signature on a few documents, Miss Y/L/N, then we can get cards printed for you and you’re all set.”
“Wait, wait wait wait,” Y/N said, holding her hands up in alarm. “I didn’t…I never asked for this…Buck, what’s going on?”
“I figured it would just make it easier if you were added onto my accounts, rather than the whole process of transferring money over and over again every month,” he said with a nonchalant shrug. “You’ll have full access to all of my accounts, that way you don’t need to ask permission for anything.”
“Oh, and I got the deed paperwork ready as well,” Pietro piped up, handing over a packet of papers and opening it to a specific page that had a tab saying ‘Sign here.’ “It’ll take a little while to process through the state but it will have her on the deed as well.”
Y/N’s heart felt like it fell into her stomach. What was going on? Why was he doing this? Giving her full access to his money? Putting her on the deed to the house? He was intertwining their lives together, not just as a sugar baby contract. This had never happened to her before so she didn’t know what to do. It was all too big, too serious, too much, too fast.
“Come on, Mamas,” Bucky said, pulling the electronic pen off of the pad and handing it to her. The look he gave her was hopeful but confident. And as scared as she was, she took the pen with a shaky hand and signed the pad screen.
Bucky smiled widely as Pietro kept having her sign the pad over and over again and then the packet of papers in multiple spots. He left the desk for a few minutes and returned with a debit and credit card, handing them to her before shaking her hand again. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you Miss Y/L/N,” he said in a chipper tone, then shook Bucky’s hand. “And always a pleasure, Mr. Barnes.”
“Thank you, P,” Bucky said. “You’re the best.”
Y/N felt like she was floating, her ears slightly buzzing as he led her back out to the car then took her on a few more errands. They were all things involving adding her onto his accounts at different places as a joint. It was the most business-like experience she ever had, and after he picked up some food on the way home for dinner she couldn’t hold it in anymore as they walked into the kitchen.
“Bucky, what the hell?” she asked incredulously. “What was all that today?”
“What?” he asked, putting the takeout boxes on the island and unpacking them.
“Why would you add me onto everything?” she asked, frowning as she stood on the opposite side of the island. “I don’t need to be on the deed and have direct access to your money—”
“Why not?” he asked with a smirk as he glanced at her.
Her frown deepened. It was like this was a game, but she wasn’t in on what the rules were. “Because I…I don’t need to…I don’t know—”
“I want to take care of you,” he said, sliding over her food and drink and then getting his food ready. “I’m not your overlord, you’re your own person and I trust you. So why not?”
She couldn’t say why not. Not now, not to him. She shook her head and looked away. “I just don’t need it all,” she said quietly.
“Then what do you need?” Bucky asked. Y/N met his gaze to find him looking at her kindly. “I want you to feel secure in being with me,” he explained. “I want you to understand that this may have started as an arrangement, a contract, a deal. But now it means more to me than any other relationship I’ve ever had in my life.” He slowly rounded the island until he stood in front of her, then suddenly lifted her to sit on the island counter. She let out a squeak of surprise as he set her down and stood between her legs, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her close and making their faces close together. She stared at him in shock, a jittery anticipation rippling through her chest. He stared back at her for a moment before smiling softly. “I wanted to share everything with you because I want you to stay forever,” he confessed quietly. “As my partner, my girlfriend, my wife, whatever you want to be just…as mine. I love you.”
Y/N froze. He said it. He actually said it. Yelena was right. He loved her. Bucky was in love with her. There was no lie in his expression, no wavering in his eyes. He had done everything he could other than marry and impregnate to show her that he wanted her to stay in his life. Her past experience had never done anything that extreme for her. Holy shit, this was real… “I love you,” she whispered. Bucky’s eyelids fluttered and he took a deep breath through his nose, his arms tightening around her. Her hands reached up to cup his face, scratching his beard lightly before she leaned forward. “I love you, honey.”
He swallowed harshly and closed his eyes for a moment as he leaned his forehead against her own. “Thank god. Fuck, I love you so much, Y/N.”
Bucky kissed her hard, and she sighed heavily through her nose as she kissed him like her life depended on it. It felt so good to confess her feelings, to let it all out and for him to feel the same. He wanted her in his life, not just for his pleasure, but because he truly loved her. It wasn’t often that wildest dreams came true, but for this moment she thanked whatever higher power there was that let her have them come true, even for just this once.
“I love you,” she whispered between kisses and as he kissed down to her neck. “Goddamn, I’m so in love with you. I’ve loved you for so long but I…I couldn’t tell you. I was supposed to just be helping you, you know?”
“I know,” he said reassuringly as he kissed her collarbone and his hands kneaded her love handles. “I understand. I should have just asked you to be mine instead of this whole sugar baby thing. I just didn’t want you to feel trapped or like you were too dependent on me. I still don’t want that.” He pulled away to meet her eyes again. “I’m not trying to limit you or take away any independence or…I don’t know, ‘keep’ you, I just…I wanna take care of you. Does that make sense?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Thank you.” She kissed him all over his face softly. “Thank you for understanding me. I never meant to seem ungrateful for all you’ve done for me or take advantage of the situation when you were my client—”
Bucky shook his head and shut her up with a quick kiss. “I know,” he repeated. “You didn’t. We just…” He shrugged and scoffed. “Clicked. And I’m so grateful we did.”
Y/N smiled widely as she nuzzled his nose. “I am, too.”
***
1 year later
Y/N squirmed in the large bed, waking up to pulses of pleasure lighting a fire between her legs. She was having a hard time understanding what was happening until she felt a metal thumb rubbing against her clit and she woke up with a gasp. She moaned as her eyes opened, her legs already shaking with Bucky’s head between them, lapping at her pussy lips with his eyes closed like he hadn’t even fully woke up yet. But when he heard her gasp he opened his eyes to look up at her and winked when she met his gaze.
“Good morning,” he said, his words muffled by her swollen lips from the previous night’s activities. “M’sorry…I couldn’t wait to taste you again.”
She let out a long sigh as she relaxed back into the bed, her legs splaying open wide to give him all the room he needed to eat her out. He had flown them to New Orleans for their official relationship anniversary, a spot she had always wanted to visit. It just so happened to coincide with Mardi Gras, so as he took his time pleasuring her she could hear the street bands start and the first parade of the day going by just a floor away. One of the windows of their old hotel room was cracked open just enough to let in the cool air of the morning, the horns and trumpets drowning out her moans and whimpers.
She was still pretty surprised that he was down there again, after how much he’d cum inside her the night before. But Bucky never seemed put off by tasting himself along with her. If anything he was turned on even more, like tasting them together proved just how much she was his and he was hers. He repositioned himself so his flesh fingers dipped inside her throbbing hole, massaging her sensitive spot inside and drawing out any cum still inside as he sucked on and flicked her clit faster. Her hips unwittingly started to grind on his mouth, chasing her release as his fingers moved with her movements. He groaned, and the vibration of the deep, morning resonance in his voice had her cumming with a long, gravelly hum. It wasn’t enough to make her squirt, but the day was still young and he still licked and swallowed all of the smaller gush of her cum that he could as she shook.
“Fuck, Mamas, that’s it,” he said as he licked up her slit, then got up on his knees. He shifted her onto her stomach, lifting her hips in the air so she was on her knees with her face smooshed against the bed and getting settled between her legs. She felt his rock hard cock slip along her wet slit, the tip threatening to catch at her entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you full of me then eat you out again. I know we had plans to see the Audubon Aquarium but…we might need to push it back a couple of hours.”
“Mmh, yes honey,” she moaned, wiggling her ass back at him. “Whatever you want. Fuck me, please?”
Bucky chuckled lightly and smacked her ass cheek, making her squeal before thrusting in. They both sighed heavily as he fit himself where he belonged, and she gripped the sheets as he set a slow but steady pace, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. The jazz music and cheers floating through the air from the street below, their moans, slapping skin, crinkling sheets, and Bucky’s huffed praises all created a perfect, heady atmosphere for Y/N to get lost and overwhelmed, her pussy betraying her by already building an orgasm too quick for her liking. But her first one had set her alight, so the jittery hum under her skin was too much to contain as she came again with a loud whimper.
He snapped his hips hard, chasing his own orgasm and grunting with how tight her pussy was gripping him, until he came not long after her with what sounded like a growl, his fingers fiercely gripping her hips before his flesh hand smacked her ass again for good measure. With excited pants he pulled out and pushed her back on her back, immediately moving to his previous position and licking at her pussy. He moaned loudly at his cum oozing out of her still pulsing cunt, gathering it on his tongue to cover her clit with its warmth. She shivered at the dirtiness of the act, her left hand reaching down to scratch his hair, her brand new engagement ring catching the Louisiana sun.
“You always keep me feeling good, honey,” she drawled as her arousal built up again. “Feeling so good…”
THE END
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Summary: Y/N is a pleasure dom/sex worker/intimacy coach/certified cuddler. Bucky is newly divorced and struggling with moving on. Is it a match or a mess?
Warnings: smut galore/sex work/mentions of sex work, language, mentions of past abuse (not by Bucky or reader), possessiveness
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There was no more pretense between them from that night on. Bucky’s previous shyness disappeared as the months went by in their new dynamic. Y/N was thrilled that he finally felt comfortable and open enough to express what he wanted from her freely, and even though he still at times blushed heavily or his hands shook, he overall was doing well when it came to sex and asking for what he wanted. She pinched herself at times with how much her life had changed since he moved her in, feeling incredibly grateful for a path that gave her not only a steady and secure income, but also a man that was obsessed with her in the best way possible.
But that was just it…it wasn’t real. It wasn’t a real relationship. He was paying her. She was fulfilling a contract. In the moments where he would say things like, “I’m yours,” “My pretty girl,” and “Mine,” her heart would flutter with hope that maybe he felt something more for her. But that was nothing new. She had clients in the past who said the same things in the heat of the moment like he did, so she would hurt her own feelings and crash back down to reality and remind herself that she was being kept. That he may enjoy her company, enjoy making her feel good and her making him feel good, but not to get too wrapped up in the intimacy.
Which was easier said than done. Bucky was attentive, a good listener, always making sure that she was pleasured well before himself, and even seemed to thrive in giving her pleasure more than getting it most of the time. He cared for her, not just in the bedroom. He was always making sure she had everything she wanted or needed, that she was comfortable, happy and heard. It was the best non-relationship she had ever had.
One day Bucky approached her looking a little hesitant. “Mamas,” he greeted her quietly.
Y/N smiled at him and patted the spot next to her on the couch, which he quickly took and put his arm around her. “What’s up?” she asked, angling her body to face him and lean more into him, keeping their faces close.
Bucky sighed through his nose and swallowed harshly, making her frown in trepidation. “Um, I was wondering if you wanted to be my date to a wedding?” he asked.
Her eyebrows shot up and she smiled, feeling pleasantly surprised. “Really?” she asked.
He smiled bashfully and nodded, nuzzling her nose with his own. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s my friend Sam’s wedding, do you remember him?”
“Yeah I remember,” she said, leaning forward to kiss random spots on his face. “I’d love to.”
Bucky smiled and sighed heavily as he tilted his face whichever way she wanted. “Thank you,” he whispered. “It’s cocktail dress, whatever that means.”
Y/N smirked as she reached up and scratched his beard affectionately. “Mmh, can we go shopping and I’ll help you pick something out?”
He chuckled and kissed her lightly. “I could use all the help I can get.”
***
After Y/N had taken a look at Sam’s wedding invitation, she was rather proud of the outfits she had chosen for herself and Bucky. He was wearing a dusty, light blue suit, a white dress shirt that had the first few buttons open and brown loafers, his hair recently trimmed and layered so it lay nicely just along his shoulders and a full beard that he had almost shaved but Y/N threatened him within an inch of his life.
She was wearing an off-shoulder, long and flowy dress that was the color of a cherry tomato, with long sleeves and a hem that ended in ruffles with bright, cobalt blue wedges that appeared under the dress with each step she took. Their outfits complemented each other well, and as she held his hand and walked into the ceremony space she smiled and admired the decorations. It was evident that Sam and his soon-to-be-bride, Misty, were party people, and as she peeked into the next room where the reception would be held and she could tell that they loved a good old New Orleans festival. Y/N was excited to have a chance to dress up and go out, but even more so that it was with Bucky.
He led her over to her spot to sit amongst the guests before he walked to the front as one of the groomsmen. Thankfully everything was on time, and she watched as Sam stood at the front, looking handsome in his suit, and then Misty looking amazing in her dress. The vows were sweet and cheerful, and she watched Bucky looking on at his friend with a proud smile. When it was over they all moved into the reception area, and Bucky held her hand as he guided her to one of the front tables to their assigned seats.
The live band started playing and food, drinks and dancing commenced. It was a great party, and Y/N laughed, danced and enjoyed herself. As she and Bucky were sitting down for a breather he was laughing at a joke someone at the table told when he glanced at something beyond the table and suddenly froze, the smile slipping off his face. Y/N noticed the change in his demeanor immediately and frowned as she looked at him. “Buck,” she said quietly, putting her hand on his forearm. “What’s wrong?”
He blinked hard and looked at her in shock. “She’s here,” he breathed.
“Who?” Y/N asked, looking around in bewilderment.
“Sharon.”
Right as he said it she saw her and scowled. Sharon, the ex-wife, the cheating, lying, pathetic sack of shit that had hurt Bucky, was here on the arm of one of the guests from Misty’s side of the family. Y/N didn’t let herself react and instead sat in front of Bucky, blocking his view of her as she cupped his face in her hands and forced him to focus on her. “Hey honey,” she said sweetly. His eyes softened as he stared at her, blinking rapidly. “It doesn’t matter that she’s here,” she said quietly, her thumbs rubbing along his cheekbones. “We’re here to celebrate Sam. This is his day, and not even an awful ex-wife is gonna get in the way of that, okay?” He nodded, his breathing evening out as his hands gripped her wrists gently. “Though if you say the word I will gladly beat her ass,” she said with a smirk.
Bucky laughed, and her heart relaxed at seeing him start to settle down. “I’d like to see that,” he joked.
“Don’t test me, pretty boy, I may be big but that makes me a big bitch. I’m scrappy,” she teased before ruffling his hair then smoothing it as she kissed his cheek.
“I bet you are,” he said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. “I’m okay, I was just surprised.”
“Me, too,” she nodded. “Just focus on me. You don’t have to even look at her or talk to her if you don’t want to. If she wants to start shit we can just leave. I’m here for whatever you want to do.”
He smiled fondly at her. “Alright,” he agreed. “Thank you, Mamas.”
Y/N did her best to ignore the new dark cloud hanging over the occasion, focusing on Bucky, his friend Steve, Sam, Misty, and talking to Clint and Natasha who had been invited as well. At one point she went to the bathroom to relieve herself, and when she was washing her hands Sharon walked into the bathroom. They stared at each other for a moment before Y/N smirked at her. “Sharon,” she said coolly, grabbing a towel to dry her hands.
“Y/N,” Sharon greeted her before walking to the mirror and looking at herself. “I saw you’re here with Bucky. Hope he’s doing well.”
“Much better now,” Y/N said, looking herself over in the mirror before heading toward the door.
Of course Sharon couldn’t help herself before blocking Y/N’s way. Y/N rolled her eyes and sighed heavily as she met Sharon’s sharp gaze. “I don’t know how much ‘better’ he could be with a sex worker,” she jabbed, her nose crinkling at the title.
Y/N snorted a laugh. “Think about what you just said,” she said with a smile. “I think anybody would be doing better with a sex worker than being in a relationship with an emotional-verbal-sexual abuser, liar and cheater. But what do I know?” she shrugged and stepped around her. “I’m just the one he fucks until I scream, squirt, or both.” Sharon’s eyes bulged and her mouth dropped open as she watched her leave. “Have the life you deserve, bitch,” Y/N said in mock sweetness, flipped her off then sauntered out of the bathroom. She walked back to their table to find Bucky sitting alone as the rest of the table was up on the dance floor. She used the moment alone to plop herself on his lap, making him humph in surprise before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
Bucky hummed, his hands automatically moving to hold her in a way so she wouldn’t fall as he kissed her back. When she pulled away he smirked as he looked up at her. “Well hello to you, too,” he chuckled.
She smirked back at him and took a deep breath to calm herself. It wasn’t that she was angry, necessarily, just annoyed and frustrated. “Wanna find a quiet spot?” she asked lowly.
Bucky’s eyebrows raised and his eyes slightly widened. “What…here?”
She shrugged playfully. “Why not?” she teased, nuzzling his nose as her fingers scratched the nape of his neck. “You look absolutely delicious in this suit, honey.” Her hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning two more buttons before his metal hand stopped her as he blushed. “I’d love nothing more than to suck your pretty cock until you cum down my throat as these perfect fingers fuck my fat pussy.”
He shuddered, his eyelids fluttering as his hips slightly jerked beneath her ass. “Y/N,” he said in a warning tone, looking around for eavesdroppers. “Fuck, I…I don’t know if now is a good time or p-place—”
“Okay, then wanna get out of here?” she asked, subtly bringing his metal hand up to her face and licking the tip of the pointer finger before wrapping her lips around it and sucking it softly. “We could park somewhere secluded or—-”
“Did something happen in the bathroom?” he asked teasingly.
“Nothing that matters,” she said, kissing the tip of his finger. “I just want you. I always want you.”
That seemed to stun him momentarily until there was applause that interrupted the moment and he laughed breathlessly. “Okay, um, yeah we can go—”
“Alright everybody, our lovely couple is ready to head out on their honeymoon!” Sam’s other friend Joaquin announced from the stage. “Let’s head out to the front to bid them farewell!”
Y/N kissed Bucky’s nose before standing up from his lap. “It’s okay, let’s see them off,” she said.
Later when all was said and done Bucky held her hand as he led her back to his car so they could head home. Before opening the door for her he looked around then pushed her against the car, pressing into her before leaning down and kissing her lewdly. Y/N giggled against his lips, wrapping her arms around his waist as he held her by the back of the neck with his metal hand and his flesh hand reached down to grab her ass. They made out for a while until they heard footsteps, but Bucky didn’t stop, surprising her. She subtly opened her eyes just enough to see who it was that was approaching and saw Sharon with her date, who was averting his eyes and opening the door for her at a car a little ways away from them. Sharon looked like she wanted to say or do something, but Y/N caught her eye and winked at her before moaning as she licked into Bucky’s mouth. Sharon’s face turned red and she quickly sat in the car. Y/N heard them eventually drive away and smiled.
“Did you know she was coming?” she asked between kisses.
“Maybe,” he teased, his flesh hand moving to wrap around the front of her throat while his metal hand still held her by the back of her neck, like he was anchoring her to the spot. Even in this vulnerable position, she had no fear as she looked up at him with a proud smile and he watched her with adoration. “Thank you for tonight,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
Y/N’s smile widened as his thumb brushed along her jaw. “Anything for you, honey,” she breathed.
Summary: Y/N is a pleasure dom/sex worker/intimacy coach/certified cuddler. Bucky is newly divorced and struggling with moving on. Is it a match or a mess?
Warnings: smut galore/sex work/mentions of sex work, language, mentions of past abuse (not by Bucky or reader), possessiveness
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Y/N was pacing in the front room of her apartment, waiting for Bucky’s appointment time. She wasn’t sure what he would want to work on today. A part of her was excited at the possibility of him wanting to eat her out again…god that was good last week. Another part of her wanted to confront him about what she possibly heard as he was leaving and address the issues with him wanting her to be his. Another part thought, “God I’d love to be his.” It was all a big mess of emotions that she had no idea how to handle when the knock at the door scared her out of her spiral. She walked to the door and took a deep breath to calm herself before plastering a smile on her face and opening it. Bucky stood there, looking as handsome as ever, with his own smile as he looked her over.
“Hey honey,” she greeted him, gesturing for him to enter.
“Hey Mamas,” he greeted her back as he walked in. He took his shoes off as she closed the door behind him, then turned and hugged her. That wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary, but as he brought her in for the hug he kissed her lightly before pulling away and holding her close. Her brain short circuited at the sudden affection, a small gasp through her nose the only giveaway of her surprise. He hummed as he hugged her then pulled away and walked toward her couch. “How’s your week been?” he asked.
She watched him walk through her apartment like he owned the place, like he belonged there. Something about that made her feel emotional and she blinked back the heat behind her eyes. “Pretty boring after last week’s excitement,” she said, keeping up a flirtatious bravado as she followed him.
Bucky chuckled as he sat on the couch and faced her, a proud look on his face as he smirked. “Really?” he asked. “I guess I should take the thinly veiled compliment. Am I your favorite client?”
Y/N giggled, sitting close while angling her body to face him as well. “Oh definitely,” she teased.
Bucky nodded and looked at her with an analytical gaze. “Can I ask how many other clients you have?”
Y/N’s head slightly recoiled at the question. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been asked that before, but it still surprised her. “I can’t give you an exact number, Buck,” she said carefully. “Client confidentiality is a big deal in this business.”
Bucky nodded and smiled. “I guess I should be more direct,” he said. “What would it cost for me to be your only client?”
Her eyebrows shot up in shock, her mouth dropping open as she stared at him. “Oh,” she said, her voice sounding high pitched. “Okay, um…like a sugar daddy?”
“Yeah, basically,” he said with a shrug. “What if I wanted you all to myself?”
As much as that made her heart flutter, she swallowed harshly as anxiety flared in her stomach. “Well, that could be pretty pricey,” she said, grabbing her phone and typing some things out. “With a full roster of clients I can make upwards of $100,000 a year—”
“Done,” Bucky said. She stared at him in disbelief, and he smiled at her again. “So what now, do we sign a new contract to make it official?”
Y/N couldn’t stop the surprised giggle that escaped her throat, and she shook her head incredulously. “Um, yes, uh…let me write it up this week and—”
“Will you cancel any upcoming clients?” he asked.
Y/N didn’t have any “upcoming” appointments with clients. She had unwittingly whittled down her client list since seeing him. But he didn’t need to know that. She nodded quickly. “As soon as the new contract is signed,” she said, trying to keep it professional.
Bucky nodded with finality then looked her over. “You look nice,” he said. “New robe?”
Y/N wasn’t sure what was going on, with his newfound confidence and the switching topics rapidly, but she blinked as she tried to focus. “Thank you, um, yeah,” she said, looking down at herself for a brief moment. “It’s new. So…what did you want to work on this week?”
Bucky smirked at her, scooting closer until he could take her hands in his as he looked her deep in the eyes. “I was hoping you would let me…indulge this time,” he said quietly.
“Indulge?” Y/N asked, her eyelids fluttering with the intensity of his gaze and the way his thumbs were rubbing over her knuckles.
“Yeah,” he said, his gaze dropping to her hands. He lifted them up to his mouth and began kissing over her knuckles, fingers, then twisting her hands to kiss her palms and fingertips. “I can’t stop thinking about last week,” he said before kissing her thumb and then suddenly sucking on it. She gasped as he licked over it before meeting her gaze again. “Could I use my last official appointment time to eat you out for as long as can? You’re so pretty when you cum, Mamas, and taste so perfect I just…can I please do it again?”
Y/N was suddenly very grateful that she did an “everything shower” earlier that day. “Okay honey,” she breathed. “Whatever you want.”
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Within two weeks Y/N was partially moved into Bucky’s place. She insisted on keeping her apartment so she always had something to fall back on, and he was amenable to her conditions. The contract had been signed, she had turned off her applications on her website and social media, and basically shut down her business for the time being as she and Bucky figured out how this new dynamic would work.
During the first week she had been moved into her own room in his house so she had her own space, but after some discussion and cuddling where she never ended up leaving his bed, that quickly changed. She was there in the morning when he would get up before her, get ready and give her a kiss before leaving for work, and she would be there when he got home, whether with a homemade meal or some takeout waiting for him, and usually herself as dessert. He got her personal phone number and would text her throughout the day, just checking in or complaining about a coworker or a project. She was given a monthly salary, wherein any debts she had were quickly paid off and she was able to upgrade her car to something more luxurious than what she had ever had before. It was all very domestic. She had been a sugar baby before, but never to this extent where they wanted full companionship and not just sex.
Speaking of which, they still had not had sex. Real, penetrative sex. Bucky seemed more than happy to get her off any other way, and she happily returned the favor, but when it came to anything more he was weirdly quiet about it. Then the first month anniversary of her living with him came, and he took the day off to spoil her. Y/N couldn’t seem to stop smiling as he took her everywhere she had even casually mentioned in conversation during that month of them learning more about each other: a trip to the local aquarium, her favorite brunch spot, shopping for her, sweet treats galore, an old fashioned movie theatre to see a new movie that came out and then dinner at a fancy restaurant.
By the time they made it home she felt properly pampered and loved on, and as she set down her new purchases she turned and hugged him around the neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss. Bucky hummed against her lips, his arms immediately wrapping around her back and his hands feeling over her hips and the swell of her ass. “Thank you, honey,” she said in between kisses. “For everything today.”
Bucky smiled as he pushed her to walk backwards towards his bedroom. “I should be thanking you,” he breathed, guiding her down the hall and into his room. “For making this one of the best months of my life.”
Y/N was stunned by that statement before he moved his kisses down to her neck and got her to lay back on his bed. He followed her down, never breaking contact with her. She ran her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling a deep moan from him. “You know what would make this day even better?” she asked.
“Name it,” he said as he sucked at her collarbone.
She steeled herself for what his answer could be, but with the throbbing in her pussy she was almost desperate. “I’d love for you to fuck me,” she confessed.
Bucky stopped, staying still for a moment before pulling away to look at her. Y/N met his gaze, and was shocked to see him looking a little emotional. She frowned but he smiled and shook his head a little. “Are you sure?” he asked.
Y/N couldn’t help but snort a laugh as she moved her hands to cup his face. “Buck, we’ve done everything but officially fuck,” she teased, making his smile widen. “If you don’t want to or aren’t ready yet that’s fine—”
“No, I…I think I am, it's just…” He sighed, and moved to lay next to her. Y/N shifted to lay on her side as he lay his arm under her neck and pulled her into a cuddly hug. She waited, letting him figure out what it was he wanted to say. Bucky’s heart was racing from what she could hear with her ear laid against his chest, and she rubbed his back with her free hand. “I want to,” he said quietly, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her hair. “I guess it just feels like the biggest next step for me…for us…”
Y/N smiled and moved up to hover over him a little. He watched her, looking nervous and yet hopeful. She leaned down and nuzzled his nose with hers, making him huff a laugh and smile widely. “I can understand that,” she said. “Especially since I’m guessing it would be your first time in a long time?” He looked a little embarrassed but nodded. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, honey,” she said gently. “How about we just take it one step at a time, and see what you’re comfortable with, okay?”
Bucky’s eyes flicked back and forth between hers as he took a deep breath. “Alright,” he breathed. “I trust you.”
Again she was stunned by his words, the earnestness in his eyes and the confidence in his voice. She always hoped that she could earn her clients’ trust. It was a tenant of her job. But to see it clear as day on his face as he stared up at her, looking nervous but soft and trusting, was a sweet vindication she didn’t know she needed. “I trust you, too,” she breathed, kissing him gently before moving around his face and peppering kisses randomly on his skin.
He chuckled, letting her move him however she wanted. His hands traveled down her back, and she sat up and moved out of his hold, standing from the bed and undressing herself for him to watch. His eyes never left her as she revealed herself piece by piece, then she gestured for him to move to the edge of the bed. He moved quickly, helping her undress him as he lifted his arms, adjusted his hips and kicked off his pants. When they were finally fully naked in front of each other, with her standing between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed looking up at her, she realized she had never seen him fully naked. It was quite a sight to behold, the broadness of his shoulders, the way the metal arm matched his flesh one as closely as possible and glinted even in the lamplight, the muscles that were strong but not too toned or lean–just perfect in her opinion–and leading down to a perfect dick laying between thick thighed, long legs.
Y/N ogled him openly, letting him see just how much she enjoyed how he looked. Her hands moved to cup his face, her thumbs caressing over his cheeks before she leaned down and kissed him. Bucky let out a long breath through his nose as he kissed her back, his hands moving to run his fingers along her thighs, up to grip her hips and then palming her ass cheeks and pulling her to be flush with him and the side of the bed. She angled her head and kissed him deeply, her hands moving to run through his hair, then scratch from the nape of his neck down to his shoulders. She massaged his shoulders as he hugged her tight against him, moaning as she kneaded out the tension and visibly relaxing his upper half.
She moved her kisses from his mouth to his neck, sucking little love bites randomly until she got to his left shoulder, then kissed the scarring where metal was attached to flesh. Bucky whimpered, and she shivered at the sound, kissing over the scarring in different spots repeatedly. “You’re so pretty, honey,” she whispered against his skin. “Every inch of you…”
His hands gripped her love handles firmly, kneading over the plushy parts of her as he pressed his face in the space between her breasts and licked the swell of her breasts. “Fuck, Mamas,” he huffed. “Gonna make me cry again.”
“You can cry,” she said, moving one hand to hold the back of his head against her breast as his lips moved down toward her nipple. She moved her face away to keep her body close to his, her other hand gently scratching down his chest until she scraped over his nipple, making him gasp before she twisted her hand to rub it with her fingers slowly.
“What if I…mmh, what if I cum too fast?” he whispered against her chest.
“If anything that’s just a compliment to me, pretty boy,” she teased. “That you’re so turned on by me that you couldn’t help yourself. And, we will have all the time in the world to…” She twisted his nipple, not too much to hurt him, and he moaned loudly. “...practice,” she said.
“Goddammit,” he grunted, then held her tight as he twisted them both to make her lay down on the bed, quickly climbing over her and kissing her hard. His hands roamed wildly as he settled between her legs, his cock already rock hard and sliding along her wet pussy lips. Y/N shuddered at his slight roughness, her hands gripping the pillows above her head as she ground her hips against his cock as best as she could. “God, I love how responsive you are,” he said lowly, angling his hips so the tip of his cock rubbed along her clit just right. She squeaked at the shot of pleasure his movement created, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Shit, that feel good Mamas?” he asked. “Making me feel good that I can make you feel good, Y/N. Are you already wet enough for me?”
Y/N nodded frantically, wanting nothing more than to have him fill her. “Yes, honey,” she said, trying to spread her legs as wide as possible. “Please…”
“Please?” he said with an arched eyebrow. “Usually I’m the one begging. You want my cock that bad, pretty girl?”
Y/N had had a lot of sex in many different forms, and at times had experienced intense need. But ever since Bucky had made her squirt with his mouth weeks before, she had been dreaming of nothing else but getting him inside her. She was getting to a point of desperation that she had never felt before, and as exciting as this moment was it also scared her a little. “Yes,” she whined, her breathing coming out shaky and shallow. “I need it…I need you, Bucky. Please? Please honey. Fuck, I’ll do whatever you want, just please let me have that perfect, fat cock.”
Bucky’s eyes widened, then his eyelids fluttered as he let out a sharp breath. “Fuck, I’ve got you Mamas,” he groaned. He reached down and aimed his cock at her entrance, then met her gaze as he started to thrust in. Y/N stared up at him as he filled her, fighting back the urge for her eyes to roll back again. As euphoric as it made her feel to finally feel his cock dragging along her inner walls, every vein and ridge being sucked in by the muscle, what had her feeling most excited and even proud was watching him feel her for the first time, too. She moaned as he took quick breaths with each inch he slowly thrust in, his eyebrows raising in shock as he choked back another whimper. His hips met hers with a slight push and she let out a long, gravelly hum as another shiver rolled up her spine. “Holy…sh-sh-shit, Y/N,” he whispered, looking down where they were joined together. “Oh my god, you…you feel so g-good, shit!” He visibly shuddered above her, his head hanging low as he gathered himself.
Her pussy was already throbbing around him, pulsing with need and her hips trembling with the effort to not try to grind into him and let him take charge. “Buck,” she gasped. He moaned at the way she said his name. Her hands shook as she reached up and cupped his face in her hands, pulling him down so she could kiss him lewdly. He moaned again at the sloppy kiss, his hips snapping of their own accord into her, which had her whining into his mouth. “Fuck,” she huffed against this lips. “Keep doing that…you feel so good, Bucky. So full, and…deep, fuck!”
Bucky nodded as he kept kissing her, moving his arms to hold her tight against him, then starting a steady pace of thrusts. She wanted him to take his time and enjoy himself after not doing this for so long, and yet with how perfect he felt she selfishly wanted more and more. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles digging into his ass to make him fuck her harder, which he did with another groan into the crook of her neck. She kept praising him, telling him how good he felt, how good he was at this, how attractive he looked, how much she wanted him, all while her hands roamed his body. Bucky seemed to be watching her intently, noting every change in her breathing, what made her twitch and writhe more, what made her make the most noise and what made her go silent with an open mouth gasp. And best of all, he took his time. Like he could never get enough, like he would never get to have it again. Which broke her heart a little bit, knowing how awful and restrictive Sharon had been in the past. But that’s what she was here for, to teach him how much better it could be, to give him a chance to love and be loved freely, eagerly, passionately and enthusiastically.
At one point he moved up on his knees, his hands holding her hips tight as he changed the angle by hoisting her up just enough so his cock slid along that upper wall just right and continually rubbed her g-spot inside. Y/N squealed as tremors of pleasure pulsed through her lower half, making her legs shake on either side of his hips.
“That’s it, Mamas,” Bucky said, his voice gravelly and deep as he watched his cock disappear inside her repeatedly. “Look at your pretty pussy creaming all over my cock.” His first two metal fingers moved to her clit where he rubbed it fast, spreading all her slick arousal around, creating wet noises that had her shivering in anticipation. “You’re such a good girl…such a good girl, fuck, I can’t take it how much you want this. How much you want me.” Her pussy fluttered around him, making him shudder as she whined. “Shit, you gonna cum?” She nodded frantically, her breathing getting faster. She reached her hands up and started touching her nipples.
“Yes, please!” she begged, not caring about how desperate and needy she sounded. Her vision started to blur as tears built in her eyes. “Bucky please, I wanna cum…I want you to cum inside me. God—DAMN I need you to fill me up so badly, honey!”
Bucky’s metal finger flicked her clit even faster, making her back arch as her orgasm built up and threatened to send her into oblivion. “It’s yours, Y/N,” Bucky grunted, snapping his hips harder. “Cum for me and I’ll fill you like you want. God, I’ve dreamed of doing this for so long, pretty girl, let me feel you. Let me have it, please?”
Y/N’s fingers twisted her nipples as his finger flicked her clit just right, and with a hard shiver she arched her back again and squirted with a scream. Her cum sprayed over his cock, hips, stomach and thighs, her legs shaking hard as she writhed with each throb of her pussy, squeezing his cock so deliciously that she saw stars and her toes curled so hard they went numb. Bucky choked at the squeeze, but never stopped his thrusts as he fucked her through it then with a few more hard snaps he gritted his teeth and groaned loudly as he started to cum, shoving himself as deep inside her as he could. His flesh fingers dug into her hip with a bruising grip as his metal fingers kept moving on and tapping her clit to prolong her orgasm, like he wanted her cunt to suck him dry.
And just like he came a lot in her mouth, he filled her pussy up quickly, and with each extra thrust or roll of his hips to push as much cum into her as possible, it began to overflow and make squelching noises with each slap of skin between them. She could feel him fill her, the warmth in her lower belly a welcome sensation that had her smiling proudly with each pulse of his cock. Bucky’s eyes admired her slowly as he caught his breath, then he slowly pulled out and placed his cock on top of her pussy, pushing his cock against her clit and slightly humping against her. More of his cum leaked onto her skin, rubbing into her clit with each pass of the tip.
“Y/N,” he whispered reverently, watching his cum spill from her pussy. “You’re…fuck you’re so full of me. So pretty all fucked out and crying.” Y/N didn’t even realize she was fully crying until he said that, and she took a shaky breath and sniffed quickly, blinking away more tears as she looked at him through tired eyes and with a small smile. He smiled back at her before leaning down and kissing her deeply, his hips not stopping their small thrusts against her pussy slit and her clit. She could feel him getting hard again, and she hummed in surprise at his stamina. “My pretty girl,” he breathed in between kisses. “You like my cum filling you up?”
His hands felt down her sides, over her hips and then around her thighs, hooking behind them and pulling her legs up to spread them wide, positioning his hips so that his cock easily slid back inside her. She gasped at the stretch and fullness, still surprised and impressed by the fact that he was ready to go again already. “Y-Yes,” she stammered as he started to fuck her slowly. “Feels so good. You…mmh, you gonna give me more?”
“Fuck yes,” he grunted, snapping his hips harder to make her whimper again. “It’s your cock, Mamas. I’m all yours.” Before she could really comprehend that statement he pushed her legs as far as he could, folding her in half with her ankles resting on his shoulders, driving himself even deeper inside her.
Summary: Y/N is a pleasure dom/sex worker/intimacy coach/certified cuddler. Bucky is newly divorced and struggling with moving on. Is it a match or a mess?
Warnings: smut galore/sex work/mentions of sex work, language, mentions of past abuse (not by Bucky or reader), possessiveness
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“Girl I’m so fucked,” Y/N groaned, hanging her head into her hands.
“Oh no, why?” Yelena asked.
They were sitting on the couch in Yelena’s front room of her apartment for a girls night in, and after a quick catch up were now getting to the juicy details of life. Y/N peeked at her through her fingers. “What I tell you cannot leave this room, understand?”
“Ooh, confidential client information,” Yelena smirked as she positioned herself to face her more. “I’m so ready.”
Y/N pulled her hands away and grimaced as she took a deep breath. “I think one of my clients is in love with me,” she said.
Yelena blinked then rolled her eyes. “Well that’s nothing new,” she said exasperatedly. Y/N bit her lip, and Yelena watched her for another moment before gasping loudly. “You love him back,” she whispered. “It’s Bucky isn’t it? OH MY GOD I KNEW IT!”
Y/N covered her face again and muffled a squeal. “I can’t!” she said loudly. “I was excited to work with him because he’s fucking hot, right? But then it turns out he’s super sweet and funny and deeply insecure from his divorce with Sharon, who by the way is a major bitch, even worse than we thought.” Yelena was nodding along, trying to take in all the information. “And I was happy to just help him work through his shit and gain some confidence back and all but…girl…” She grabbed Yelena’s hands and looked her deep in the eyes. “He made me squirt with just his mouth.” Yelena’s mouth dropped open wide, her eyes so round it looked like they could pop out of her head. “Twice.”
“Holy shit,” she said lowly.
Y/N nodded, her own eyes wide in awe. “For such a damaged guy, he is so fucking good at it,” she said. “And the dick on that man…Jesus H. Christ, I could suck that thing for hours.”
Yelena laughed, swatting at Y/N’s arm in glee. “Girl! You hit the jackpot. Have you two fully fucked yet?”
“No,” Y/N shook her head. “I’m afraid to.”
“What? Why?” Yelena asked with a frown. “Is he too big?”
Y/N laughed. “No, no, I just…I’m already down bad for him. I would love to fuck him but I’m afraid it would literally undo me. I was so out of it after last time, and that was all just oral. What if it’s too good? What if I say something I shouldn’t? I’m pretty sure he said something to me last time as he was leaving but—”
“What did he say?” Yelena interrupted.
Y/N sighed. “I was almost passed out, but I thought I heard him say ‘Please be mine.’” Yelena bit back a wide smile. “I can’t be sure if that’s what he said since I was so out of it, but that’s what it sounded like. I’m supposed to be helping him get comfortable again with his sexuality, not falling for him or him falling for me. It isn’t right—”
“You’re right, it’s not,” Yelena said. “But there’s gotta be exceptions, right? If you both have feelings for each other then just end the contract and date for real.”
“Just because he’s with me now doesn’t mean he would be okay being with me as I sleep with other people,” Y/N said. “That’s my job. Unless he is somehow the world’s most secure man all of a sudden or he’s willing to retire me, then there’s no way it would work out. It never does.” Yelena gave her a sad look. “They all pretend like they’re cool with it, but eventually the jealousy, distrust and insecurity get in the way.”
Yelena nodded slowly. “You still deserve real love, too, though,” she said quietly. Y/N stared at her, stunned by the sudden change in her demeanor. Yelena sighed and gave her a kind smile. “Look, I think what you do for a living is crazy, but brave. Dangerous but oddly helpful. I think it has also hurt you. You knew what you signed up for when it came to being a kind of sex worker, including how it would affect romantic relationships. It’s also provided you with a great life. But at some point you’re going to have to come to grips with the fact that it’s going to limit you, like right now in making it so what could be a great relationship may not even happen because of all the issues it creates. Or how it will affect your reputation in the future, or trying to get a different job later on, if you decided to have kids eventually and they found out about it—-”
“I don’t want kids,” Y/N said sharply, getting defensive as she felt attacked. “I don’t care what people think of me—-”
“Hey, I’m not trying to hurt your feelings,” Yelena said, holding her hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying you need to start thinking further ahead and figure out how you’re going to handle it. If it were me, I’d do anything to find the right person…my person. I love you and want you to be happy. I would be so happy to see you happy with your person. You just might need to make some concessions to get there. Whether that’s right or wrong is not the point,” she said quickly when Y/N opened her mouth to rebuttal. “I’ve heard you get on your soapbox about sex work and people needing to be more inclusive and accepting, and I agree. But I think you also know that that’s an uphill battle that will more than likely be lost rather than won.”
Y/N thought over what she said silently. She knew Yelena was right. When she had first started this work she knew that it would have its limits and issues. And as much as she had deep feelings for Bucky and selfishly wanted him, he deserved to be in a good relationship with someone who could give him their full attention. Would he be accepting if she didn’t give up sex work and they had a relationship together? If that one night at the bar proved anything, the answer would be no. She couldn’t blame him, most people wouldn’t be okay with it. She had enough savings built up that she would be okay as she figured things out if she did give it up to look for something else. But to give up the level of security and comfort she created for herself didn’t seem fair either.
She sighed sharply, leaning her head back with her eyes shut tight. “I hate feelings,” she whined.
Yelena giggled and squeezed her knee. “Me, too, babes. Me, too.”
***
Yelena chatted with Clint and Natasha at brunch a few days later. “How’s Y/N?” Natasha asked offhandedly.
“She’s fine,” Yelena said with a smile. “A little bit in a bind with one of her clients but fine.”
“A bind like what?” Clint asked. “She’s not in danger, is she?”
“Well, her heart is in danger,” Yelena said as she sipped on her mimosa.
“Her heart?” Natasha frowned, then gasped in realization. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes,” Yelena nodded.
“What am I missing?” Clint asked.
Natasha gave him a knowing smile. “She’s fallen for one of her clients,” she explained kindly.
Clint frowned then gasped as well, looking at Yelena in shock. “Oh god,” he said in a hushed tone. Then he narrowed his eyes. “I know she probably wouldn’t tell you but…is it the client that I know?”
Natasha’s eyebrows raised high as her gaze flicked back and forth between Clint and Yelena in rapt interest. Yelena gave him a conspiratorial look and he gasped again. “It might be,” she said.
Clint smiled widely and thumped the table with his fist triumphantly. “I knew it,” he said proudly. “He’s been on cloud nine for the past few days.”
“Who?” Natasha asked, sounding annoyed that she was out of the loop.
“Bucky,” Clint whispered to her.
Natasha’s eyebrows raised high again. “Ah, okay,” she said as she nodded. “Oh my god, is he in love with her?”
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Clint shrugged. “Did he say something to her?” he asked, looking at Yelena again.
“Well, Y/N’s not sure if she just heard it incorrectly. She was a bit…overwhelmed at the time,” she said, fighting back a wide smile.
Natasha and Clint’s face held awestruck expressions as they stared at her. “Wow,” Natasha chuckled. “Overwhelmed? Y/N? Jesus, he must be good.” Clint looked at her in shock and she shrugged. “Well, he must be!” she said incredulously.
“She’s not gonna go for it,” Yelena said sadly.
“What? Why not?” they both asked.
“Because she doesn’t think he will be okay with ending the contract as her client to become her boyfriend while she still has other clients,” Yelena explained.
Clint and Natasha both made “Oh” sounds of realization before looking down sadly. There was a quiet moment of silence before Natasha perked up. “Well, what if he was her only client?” she asked.
Yelena frowned at her. “How?”
Natasha looked at Clint. “How much do you make a year?”
He slightly recoiled, glancing at Yelena. “That’s a little personal,” he muttered.
Natasha rolled her eyes and swatted his chest. “Bucky should make about the same as you do, right? Could he afford it long term?”
Clint thought about it then nodded. “I don’t know what her prices are, or what his bills look like, but I’m assuming he could. He’s the senior engineer, so he makes more than me. And he got quite a pricey settlement payout after the accident that took his arm. He technically doesn’t need to work, he just does to have something to do.”
Natasha smirked and looked back at Yelena. “She used to be a sugar baby, right?”
“When she first started out, yeah,” Yelena said, smirking along with her. “So maybe if he kept her as a sugar baby…”
“Then they could be exclusively together while she also keeps getting paid,” Natasha nodded. “It’s a win-win.”
“If he’s up for it,” Clint said.
“Maybe someone should suggest such an arrangement,” Natasha said pointedly.
Clint frowned as his eyes looked back and forth between them. Then his shoulders dropped and he whined as his head fell back. “Ah, why me? That’s such an awkward thing to talk about.”
“Do you and your work friends not talk about sex?” Yelena asked with a raised brow.
“Well…we do but…” Clint said awkwardly.
“You guys are close enough friends that you can bring it up,” Natasha said encouragingly. “And if it were to help push them along into a real relationship, then it’s just us helping our friends out, nothing to be awkward about.”
Clint pouted but agreed. “Ugh, fine,” he said.
Yelena smiled as Natasha leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, baby,” she said lowly before looking at Yelena with a triumphant smile.
***
“Hey man,” Clint greeted Bucky as he walked into his office.
“Hey Clint,” Bucky said, typing out the rest of an email before turning to face him. “What’s up?” Clint took a deep breath and closed Bucky’s office door behind him before sitting at the chair in front of his desk. Bucky slightly frowned at the closed door. “Is something wrong?”
“No! No no…no no no…” Clint said with a nervous chuckle, running his fingers through his hair and down his face. “I was just wondering um…did you ever look up those services with um…Y/N?”
Bucky’s eyes widened, a deep blush painting his cheeks as he swallowed harshly. “Um…I…I looked into it,” he confessed.
Clint nodded, looking away repeatedly. “Good. That’s good. Yeah. So…it’s been good? Going good, I mean!”
Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, narrowing his eyes before sighing heavily and looking at his hands. “So you know,” he said quietly.
“Yes,” Clint huffed. “I’m not judging, you know? I’m happy for you if it’s helping you get past all the shit with Sharon and the divorce. Y/N’s great, I’m just curious.”
Bucky smiled appreciatively and nodded. “Yeah it’s been…she’s incredible,” he said with a bashful smile. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable—”
“Nah dude, fire away, give me all the dirty details,” Clint said. “I’m sure I’ve heard worse from Nat, Yelena and Y/N combined.”
Bucky huffed a laugh. “I won’t scar you I just…maybe you can be my fake therapist for a second?”
“Sure,” Clint said, leaning forward in interest.
Bucky sighed heavily, running his bottom lip through his teeth nervously. “I did the one thing I’m not supposed to do,” he said quietly. Clint nodded encouragingly. “I fell for her, man,” he admitted, laying his forehead on his desk in shame. “Like how pathetic can I be, right? Falling in love with the sex worker I’ve been seeing? I just…” He lifted his head and laughed at himself. “It seems like we have a good relationship. She’s been helpful, kind, understanding, a great listener…she’s funny and smart. And insanely hot. She’s exactly my type. And the sex is…” He visibly shuddered, making Clint chuckle at him. “It all feels so right with her. But I’m her client. I can’t be feeling this way. God knows she doesn’t feel the same about me, it’s just her job. But goddamn, do I want her badly.”
Clint smirked. “How do you know she doesn’t feel the same?” he asked.
Bucky shook his head and glanced at him, then tilted his head as his eyes narrowed. “Do you know something?” he asked.
“I might know something,” Clint said, narrowing his eyes back at him.
Bucky frowned, analyzing him carefully. “Don’t give me hope, Clint,” he said sharply. “Don’t fuck with me about this.”
Clint smiled and raised his hands. “I’m not,” he said kindly. “I heard it from Yelena. Y/N likes you, too.”
Bucky’s face was shining with a mix of hope and disbelief, staring at Clint in surprise. He took a deep breath and his eyelids fluttered closed as he let it out with a long sigh. “Wow,” he breathed. “That’s…that’s good to hear.”
Clint smiled but it quickly turned into a grimace. “There’s a big ‘but’ in there, though.”
Bucky looked up at him with a frown. “What?”
“Well, her job, Buck,” Clint said with a sad shrug. “She’s a sex worker, with more than one client,” he said, nodding toward him. “Can you be cool about that? Or is that gonna become a problem? It’s her livelihood that she can’t, or won’t, easily give up for a relationship with someone.”
Bucky nodded. “Right I…I’ve thought about it but…I don’t know how I’d feel about it in the long run.”
Clint pretended to think it over then hummed. “Well, I don’t know your financial situation, but there could be a way to get around all of it.”
Bucky looked hopeful. “Like what?”
“Be her sugar daddy,” Clint said simply. “If you can afford it, ensure that you’re her only client while also making sure that she doesn’t lose out on making a living. And that can open the door to more in depth conversations about a real relationship later.”
Bucky’s eyebrows raised in understanding, and he looked around the room as he thought it over with pursed lips. Clint waited on the edge of his seat. Then Bucky smiled. “I’ll need to ask a few questions and do some math, but I like it.”
Clint pumped his fist in triumph, and Bucky chuckled at his reaction. “Awesome. You should at least try it. I think you’d both be good for each other.”
Bucky smiled appreciatively at him. “Thanks, man. I think so, too.”
Summary: Y/N is a pleasure dom/sex worker/intimacy coach/certified cuddler. Bucky is newly divorced and struggling with moving on. Is it a match or a mess?
Warnings: smut galore/sex work/mentions of sex work, language, mentions of past abuse (not by Bucky or reader), possessiveness
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The next night as Y/N set up the dinner she made she heard the telltale knock on the door. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it out, hoping it would dissipate the anxiety bubble in her chest. She was dressed in a much more conservative kaftan dress tonight, not showing any cleavage or thigh slits or anything. She didn’t want to give off the wrong idea for the conversation into this next part of their working relationship. She opened the door to find Bucky, looking much more confident than he did when he first showed up on her doorstep, but there was a hesitance in his gaze as he smiled at her.
“Hey Mamas,” he greeted her.
“Hey honey,” she said and stepped back, gesturing for him to come in. He walked in and got himself comfortable like usual while she walked back to the dining room. “I tried making food today. So if you don’t like it, just pretend.”
Bucky laughed as he followed her into the dining room and took his place at the table. “Looks great, Y/N.”
They ate dinner together, an awkward tension settling between them as they tried to talk to each other, but the conversation was not as easy and teasing as it used to be. When they finished she quickly cleaned up and then led him to the couch they usually sat on. “So, um, we should–”
“Can I just say something first?” Bucky interrupted her.
“Sure,” Y/N said, sitting criss-cross across from him.
Bucky nodded and took a deep breath, his head hanging low. “I wanted to apologize again for last night.”
“Buck, it’s okay–”
“No, just let me say this,” Bucky said determinedly. “It wasn’t okay. I acted out of jealousy that wasn’t my right to have. Like you said, we’re not together, and my brain just didn’t quite wrap around that fact well enough in that situation. You of course are free to do whatever you want to do with other people, and you obviously have other clients other than me, who I’m sure are able to handle this dynamic better than I have.” Y/N’s lips tightened. He didn’t need to know that she had been slowly dwindling down her clientele in the past few months. “I understand if you feel like I should see somebody else and terminate this relationship, but I’d like to keep working with you. You’ve helped me more like this than any other therapist I’ve ever had. I’ll do better at drawing those boundaries in my head, and definitely when we might run across each other in public. So, as much as you might be thinking of ending this, please don’t.”
Y/N wanted to scream, but smiled softly at him. “I don’t want to drop you as a client, Bucky,” she said quietly. He seemed to deflate at her words, closing his eyes and relaxing as he nodded before looking at her again. “I think you’ve made great strides. It’s perfectly normal to have some…mixed feelings when it comes to this kind of work, I don’t blame you at all.” She took his metal hand and squeezed it.
He smiled back at her. “Sounds like we need another consultation, though,” he teased.
She huffed a laugh and nodded. “Sounds like it. So, before we continue, what were you hoping to work on or accomplish next?”
Bucky suddenly blushed and cleared his throat, blinking rapidly and looking down at their entwined hands. “Uh, it’s um…well…”
“You know as cute as you are when you’re nervous or embarrassed, you’re killing me, honey,” Y/N sighed.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Bucky chuckled. “I need help becoming comfortable with, um, getting h-head.”
Y/N frowned. “What do you mean?”
Bucky sighed heavily and glanced at her face. “She would barely touch me there,” he said quietly. “Ever. She would let me fuck her every once in a while but…she wouldn’t touch me or…”
“Ever?” Y/N asked incredulously.
He shook his head. “She made me feel like since I was getting to fuck her sometimes that that’s all I wanted, that it was enough. But…it’s not, and…”
Y/N hummed and nodded. She swore if she ever crossed paths with Sharon again she’d kill her. She suddenly stood and held her hand out to him. “Come on, honey. We’re going to the bed.”
“The b-bed?” Bucky stuttered.
“Yep. It’s much more comfortable for my knees,” Y/N explained with a smirk. Bucky’s eyes widened and a sliver of a smile played on his lips as he took her hand and stood up. She led him to her bedroom and let go of his hand as she turned to face him. “Lay down,” she instructed him. He obediently laid down on her bed, getting his upper back comfortable on her pillows. “How do you want me?” she asked. “Like this? Underwear? Naked?”
“N-naked,” Bucky whispered.
Y/N smiled and nodded before pulling up her dress, revealing herself in her underwear, which was just a simple sports bra and panties. She shimmied out of those and stood at the end of the bed, letting him look at her for a moment. Bucky’s breathing grew heavier, his hands balling up into fists. She then reached over and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, then hooked her fingers over the waistband of his pants and paused. “Is this okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Please.”
She nodded then started to pull down his pants, and he helped her kick them off and she set them aside on the floor. He was already hard, creating a tent in his boxers. She could tell he was large, making her smile widen. She looked at him again, her hands pausing near the top of his underwear. He nodded permission, and she pulled them down and off, setting them next to his pants. His cock slapped against his stomach once it was freed, hard, veiny, longer than average and a little girthier than she was used to, his balls looking heavy below. She sighed as she kneeled between his legs, her hands caressing up his legs to his inner thighs.
“You’re so pretty, Bucky,” she said quietly. “How could anyone not want this?”
He inhaled deeply, his gaze flickering down to his cock and back to her. “Really? It’s not…weird, or…?”
“No, honey,” Y/N said, shaking her head sadly. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” He fought back a beaming smile, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips. “Can I touch you?” she asked.
“Please,” he begged.
Y/N slowly brought her hand up to his cock and gently ran her fingers along his shaft. It jumped at her touch, making her smile, and Bucky’s abs flinched when she wrapped her hand around his cock. It was hot and heavy in her hand, and her fingers could barely fully meet around it. She gave him experimental strokes, and he moaned at the feeling. “Look how big you are, honey,” she praised him. “Can barely wrap my whole hand around it. With such a perfect, soft head,” she said, her thumb brushing along the head of his cock, pumping her fist around it for good measure. “Making my mouth water, pretty boy.”
He whimpered, his flesh arm raising to tuck behind his head while his metal hand settled on his stomach. “Will you…put it in your mouth, please?” he asked hopefully.
Her smile switched to a wicked grin. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said playfully before getting herself comfortable on the bed, staying in between his legs but shifting so she was kneeling and hovering over him on her elbows, her face positioned right at his cock. She pumped him a few more times before leaning forward and licking at the tip. His hips shook, his abs flexing again as he gasped at the feeling. She continued to lick at the tip, swirling her tongue around it before taking him in her mouth and sucking at it. Bucky moaned again, his metal hand whirring above her head. Her right hand was holding him at the base of his shaft to keep him still, while her left hand gently moved down and massaged his balls. She opened her mouth wider and bobbed her head lower onto him, taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of her throat.
“Oh my god,” he huffed, his head wrenching back against the pillow. “Holy shit!”
Y/N hummed proudly around him, making his legs tense on either side of her. She sucked him as she moved back up, leaving a long wake of spit along his cock before popping off and looking up at him as her hand replaced her mouth to stroke him. “Does that feel good, pretty boy?” she asked sweetly.
“So good,” Bucky said, his mouth open as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Your mouth is so good, Mamas.”
She smiled at him and kept eye contact as she opened her mouth and took him in again, licking around him and letting her spit lube him up. Whatever she couldn’t fit in her mouth she took care of with her hand, her left hand continually rolling his balls in her palm. He kept eye contact with her as best as he could, like he was afraid to look away, but at a particularly hard suck his eyes rolled back.
She bobbed her head up and down on him, trying hard not to gag when she went far down. He was perfect in her mouth. Her tongue licking over the veins, her lips catching and needing to widen her mouth over the edge of the head, how well he filled her mouth and how heavy he felt in her hand. She couldn’t understand what Sharon’s problem was as she felt her pussy getting progressively wet with how much she was enjoying tasting him.
“I-I-I’m gonna, fuck!” Bucky groaned, his metal hand moving down and cupping the side of her face. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum!”
“Mhm,” she hummed around him, quickly pulling up to breathe for a second. “Do you wanna cum in my mouth?”
“Can I?” Bucky asked, his desireful frown pleading with her. “Please, Mamas, let me cum in your mouth.”
“Do it,” she said, licking at the tip. “I want it.”
She took him in her mouth again and bobbed up and down on him faster, her mouth making filthy squelching and gagging noises as she took him as far down as she could. Bucky’s moans became whimpers, his panting breaths turning into desperate gasps until he stiffened beneath her. His balls tightened in her hand, and she squeezed him with both hands as he came in her mouth with a yelp, his hips bucking up into her face and his metal hand gripping her jaw tightly.
“FUCK! Goddammit, ah!” he groaned. His cum was hot and a little salty, but she loved it. She tried to take all of it, swallowing what she could, but he kept cumming, filling her mouth quickly until it sputtered out from her lips around his cock and dripped down to his balls. “I’m sorry, Mamas, fuck. It’s a lot, I know…”
Y/N hummed and slowly pulled off of him, his cum dripping from her mouth. She licked up what she could around her lips, swallowing the remaining bit in her mouth before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, and meeting his gaze, her own deep breathing matching his. “You taste so good, honey,” she complimented him. “You should have told me you cum a lot.”
“I should have, I’m sorry,” he said, staring at her mouth then down at his cock again. “I was just, I don’t know, shocked you wanted to do this.”
Y/N smirked. “I guess I’ve got a bit of an oral fixation,” she said with a playful shrug.
Bucky stared at her in shock, then a smile slowly spread across his face. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Can I…can I taste you?”
Y/N’s pussy throbbed at the thought. But, she knew their time was almost up for the night. She sighed heavily as she absentmindedly cupped herself. “I’d like that, but we’re almost out of time.” She forlornly thought about having to use her toys to get her off once he left.
Bucky looked a little crestfallen at first, but then he heaved himself up and pulled her down onto the bed, quickly putting himself between her legs. Y/N yelped at him manhandling her, but let him do it all the same, watching him in interest. He shimmied himself down until his face hovered over her pussy and looked up at her. “We’ve got a few minutes,” he said, then licked up her slit.
Y/N gasped and moaned at the feeling, and Bucky’s hum against her pussy had her writhing. From the moment he put his mouth on her he was like a man possessed, his hands holding onto her hips and then her thighs firmly, kneading her plushy legs as he made out with her cunt. He never stopped making noises, humming, whimpering, panting and grunting as he ate her out. He licked, sucked, and nipped at her all over, like he couldn’t quite decide what he wanted to focus on next because he wanted all of it all at once. Her clit seemed to be his favorite as he bullied it with the tip of his tongue, nose and his teeth, nibbling and flicking it to bring her to the brink of an orgasm before backing off and licking as far down as her ass before slurping up through her pussy lips.
“Fuck, pretty b-boy, you’re so…so good at this!” she whined. “Holy…FUCK, Jesus!”
She could feel him smile against her pussy. “Perfect,” he huffed. “Pretty, perfect, fat pussy Mamas I…fuck I could do this all day.”
At a particularly hard suck her hands flew to his hair, tugging at it and using it as an anchor to grind her cunt against his face. Bucky’s hold on her legs tightened to a bruising grip, but the pain just added to the pleasure. He shook his head back and forth fast, humming and groaning. Her alarm went off, and she expected him to stop, but his hand reached up and grabbed her phone, turning off the alarm blindly and then tossing it off the bed as he doubled down his efforts.
“Buck you…you don’t have t-to—mmh!” she whimpered as he breathed heavily and flicked her clit as fast as possible with the tip of his tongue.
“Come on, Mamas,” he grunted, sounding desperate as he replaced his tongue with his fingers momentarily. “Give it to me, please? Please I need it, I need to taste you, I need to hear you, I need to see you fall apart because of me.”
Y/N’s head went fuzzy almost immediately. Sometimes when it was all just a little too good, a little too overwhelming, she could feel it coming on. She tried to breathe normally but felt herself start to pant frantically and shallowly, her hips trembling and her heartbeat racing in her ears. Bucky focused on her clit with his mouth again, his hand just above her clit caressing the skin there. And something about all of that brought her up and up and up until she screamed. Her legs shook as she squirted, her entire body squirming as her eyes rolled back. Bucky growled against her pussy, prolonging her orgasm as he slightly flinched at the onslaught of her cum but quickly recovered to drink all he could, swallowing it before lazily licking at her pussy to see how much more he could tease out of her.
Y/N hadn’t squirted in a while, so the after effect of it caught her by surprise and had her head swimming. She struggled to come back to reality as Bucky continued to lick and suck at her like he couldn’t get enough, making her twitch with each pass over her clit. “Honey…pretty…boy,” she tried to speak, but her words were slurred and her body was limp. Bucky just hummed and kept going at her pussy, his hands massaging the fold between her stomach and her hips. “Bucky,” she tried calling to him, her hand weakly reaching down to push at his metal hand. “Time’s up, we…we have to…”
Bucky was literally making out with her pussy again, licking up any and all remnants of her cum on her pussy and thighs. “That was perfect, Mamas,” he breathed. “I can’t believe I made you squirt.”
Y/N let out a weak giggle, her hips jerking and her pussy throbbing as he stuck his tongue in as far as possible into her opening. “What are you…you trying to do it again?”
“Can I?” he asked quietly, his mouth becoming more insistent at her core. “I guess I’ve got a bit of an oral fixation.” He glanced up at her with a mischievous look as his nose bumped at her clit.
Y/N moaned, a lustful frown on her face as she watched him. “I…I don’t know if that’s…oh my god,” she squealed as he sucked on her clit. “Okay! Okay, maybe one more.”
Bucky smiled and went on the attack again. He was able to make her squirt again, then regularly cum, lapping up her dribbling slick as he held her legs apart. Y/N was a mindless mess by the end of it, unable to stop him from continuing to touch and lick her until he finally pulled away. She could barely keep her eyes open as he moved up the bed, bent down and kissed her. She tried to kiss him back, but oblivion was calling her name as her eyelids fluttered in exhaustion.
Bucky chuckled against her mouth, swiping his tongue through her mouth for her to taste herself before giving her a few chaste kisses and pulling away. “Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered. “I’ll lock up on my way out, and see you next week.” Y/N hummed as she started to doze off. On the edge of her consciousness she could feel a blanket being draped over her and a kiss on her cheek near her mouth. His breath fanned her face for a moment before the faintest whisper had her believing she was hearing things. “Please be mine.”
Summary: Y/N is a pleasure dom/sex worker/intimacy coach/certified cuddler. Bucky is newly divorced and struggling with moving on. Is it a match or a mess?
Warnings: smut galore/sex work/mentions of sex work, language, mentions of past abuse (not by Bucky or reader), possessiveness
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The next Friday night, the day before her regular appointment with Bucky, Y/N was out at a club with Yelena. They were dancing, singing loudly with the music and drinking pretty heavily. Y/N hadn’t had a chance to go out with her for a while, so she was soaking up the fun as much as she could. While they were on the dance floor she spun around, feeling the heat of all the bodies pressed up around her and Yelena, her hands roaming over her body as the sexual song played overhead, when she glimpsed a familiar face coming toward them.
“Is that…is that Clint?” Y/N asked, pointing behind Yelena.
Yelena turned and smiled as he came closer. “Hey Clint!” she called out to him, extending a hand. He struggled to get through but smiled as he took her hand and she helped guide him through the throng.
“Hey ladies,” he greeted them with quick hugs. “I found this hot stranger and thought I’d bring her along?” he joked.
“Nat!” Y/N said excitedly when the red hair gleamed under the lights behind Clint. “It’s been so long!”
“I know,” Nat said, rolling her eyes. “Traveling for work as usual.” They got into a small conversation as a few more people joined their group through the crowd.
“These are some friends from work,” Clint said loudly, pointing to the people that joined them. “Steve, Sam, Maria, Wanda, and you remember Bucky, right?”
Y/N’s eyes snapped back to the group, her wide eyes meeting Bucky’s. They stared at each other for a split second before Y/N smiled and greeted the newcomers in line before looking back at Bucky. Yelena subtly nudged her side, and Y/N jabbed back at her.
“Hey Buck,” she greeted him.
“M…Y/N,” he quickly corrected with a sheepish smile.
Steve looked between them. “Oh, do you know each other?”
“We’ve met before,” Y/N answered. “At Clint’s party a while back.”
“Right,” Bucky nodded, giving Steve a tight smile.
Steve and Sam gave him a weird look and they quickly excused themselves with Bucky and headed back to the bar for some drinks. Y/N sighed and Yelena laughed. “A little awkward when work sees you out and about?” she asked teasingly.
“A little bit,” Y/N said, then gave her a stern look. “You can’t say anything.”
“I won’t, I won’t,” Yelena said reassuringly. “I’ll just watch this mess fall apart from afar.”
“It’s not a mess, it’s just…” Y/N rubbed her forehead at the impending headache from the now strange situation, alcohol and the loud music. “Weird.”
Yelena laughed again then cheered as a new song started. Clint, Natasha, Maria and Wanda joined them in dancing, then the other men returned with Steve and Sam wearing shit-eating grins on their faces and Bucky looking stressed. They all danced together for a while, and Y/N tried to let herself ignore Bucky and the strange predicament they found themselves in. It wasn’t like she hadn’t come across clients out in public before. But then again she had never developed feelings for other clients before. Wait…feelings? She shook her head as she ended up in front of Sam, whose hands gripped her hips and held her in front of him as she swayed against his groin.
She barely even had a moment to look back and register who was behind her before Sam was suddenly pushed back, running into the people surrounding them who all cried out in annoyance as he tried to catch himself before falling. He scowled at the person who pushed him, who Y/N turned and realized was Bucky, giving Sam the meanest frown she’d ever seen. Y/N gasped and smacked Bucky’s flesh arm. “What are you doing?” she hissed. Steve came up and helped right Sam before turning to Bucky, who wouldn’t stop glaring at Sam.
“Buck,” Steve said, his voice low and in warning, his face pulled in a disappointed frown.
Bucky blinked and seemed to realize Steve was there, then glanced at Y/N, his face falling and his shoulders sagging. “I…I’m sorry,” he said to her then looked at Sam. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breathy and horrified before he turned and high-tailed it out of the crowd.
Steve sighed and turned to Y/N. “I’ll go–”
“No, let me,” Y/N said quickly, already turning to leave. “I’ll be back.” Steve and Sam gave her knowing looks before she walked toward the way Bucky went. She saw his back disappear down the hallway toward the bathrooms and followed him as fast as she could, walking into the men’s bathroom just as the door for the large stall locked. She sighed and walked over to it, knocking on the door. “Bucky?” she called out.
“I’m fine, Y/N. Go back to the group,” Bucky’s voice called back, coming out stern and angry.
“Oh yes, obviously you’re fine. You sound just peachy,” she said sarcastically. “Can you just come out and talk to me please?”
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” he said, sounding more perturbed by the second. “Don’t wanna waste your unpaid time with me.”
Her head recoiled and she scoffed. “So the only time I’d want to talk to you is when I’m paid to? Seriously honey?”
The door suddenly unlocked and ripped open and he pulled her into the stall, slamming the door behind her then pushing her against it. He looked angry, hurt, and as his eyes roamed over her, aroused. “Don’t call me that. Not here. Not now.”
“Why not?” Y/N asked, glaring back at him. “You almost called me Mamas.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw ticking in anger. “A simple mistake.”
“Right, and was pushing Sam a mistake? Just because I happened to end up in front of him while dancing?” Y/N said, tilting her head.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt you scouting for new clients? It won’t happen again,” he said curtly.
“Oh my god,” Y/N scoffed. “Seriously? What is wrong with you?”
Bucky’s lips tightened. “Don’t fuck my friends,” he snarled.
She pushed him until his back was against the wall, making his eyes widen. She reached back and tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him down so he was eye level with her. He grunted at the rough treatment, his hands shooting out to hold her by the wrists. She could feel her glare burning into his gaze, making him wither in front of her. “Who I fuck is none of your business,” Y/N growled. “And if this jealousy thing is going to be a problem, then this isn’t going to work anymore,” she said, gesturing between the two of them. “As much as I am here to help you, I am not yours. You are not mine. You are not entitled to me, and I am not entitled to you, even if you did make me cum last week. Got it?”
He let out a shaky breath and nodded as best as he could, his eyes looking teary. “I’m sorry, Mamas. I’m sorry.”
Y/N’s glare crumpled, her hand letting go of his hair as she sighed and stepped away. “I’m sorry, Bucky,” she said, crossing her arms. “I was just coming to check on you. I overreacted–”
“No, it’s my fault,” Bucky said, his hands reaching out but stopping midair and falling to his sides. “I overreacted. You’re right, you’re not mine, and I’m sorry I blurred the lines.” He sniffed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I still want to work with you…please?”
She sighed heavily but gave him a small smile. “Alright,” she said. “But we’re going to have to talk about this tomorrow.”
He nodded. “Okay. Thank you. I’m…I am sorry,” he said forlornly.
“I forgive you,” Y/N nodded back at him. She turned to leave but then paused and looked back at him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes,” Bucky chuckled. “I’ll be fine.”
He still looked hurt, so Y/N took a step toward him. She reached out and grabbed his metal hand, pulling it up to her face and then laying her cheek on his palm, giving him another soft, small smile and squeezing his hand with her fingers before letting him go. His expression softened, making her feel more at ease. “See you tomorrow,” she said quietly, then unlocked the door and left the bathroom. She walked out to the dance floor and found Yelena, pulling her to the bar. “Hey, I’m going to head out,” she said quickly.
“What? No, stay!” Yelena whined.
“I’m sorry, babes, I just need to go,” Y/N shook her head and gave her a tight smile.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Yelena said, sobering up and holding onto her tighter.
“I’m fine,” she said, trying to reassure her. “I’m just tired, my social battery is shot.”
Yelena watched her for another minute before sighing and nodding. “Alright. Text me when you get home.”
“You first,” Y/N nodded, then hugged her and walked out of the club, taking an Uber back home. The second she closed her door behind her she broke down and cried. Y/N hadn’t cried in years, so it was strange just how much her emotions were getting the better of her. Her feelings were a jumbled mess as she got herself in the shower to wash off the club smell of alcohol and others’ body odor, her tears mixing with the spraying water. She was angry, a bit offended, sad, and ultimately anxious over the fact that she was catching deeper, romantic feelings toward a client that she couldn’t have. She was being paid to help him with overcoming his personal issues and fears with physical intimacy and sex. She had done it plenty of times before, this was no different. But it was different. This was Bucky.
She kept crying as she got ready for bed. He had already shown an attachment to her that wasn’t healthy within their working dynamic, so they would have to have a conversation about that and draw new boundaries. Boundaries that she did not want to draw. She sighed heavily as she tried to get control of herself and eventually fell into a fitful sleep.
Summary: Y/N is a pleasure dom/sex worker/intimacy coach/certified cuddler. Bucky is newly divorced and struggling with moving on. Is it a match or a mess?
Warnings: smut galore/sex work/mentions of sex work, language, mentions of past abuse (not by Bucky or reader), possessiveness
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“So how does this normally work?” Bucky asked nervously.
“You tell me what you want, and we discuss,” Y/N said simply with a shrug.
“Okay, s-s-so if I said I think I’m ready for something more intimate–?”
She smirked. “Define what intimate means to you.”
Bucky gnawed on his lower lip. He’s so cute when he’s nervous, she thought. “I think I want to try more t-touching, and k-kissing,” he said, glancing at her.
Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up her throat. “Bucky, you do remember that this isn’t my first rodeo right?” she teased. “You don’t need to be so nervous or scared with me. I’m up for almost anything.” She scooted closer to him and grabbed his metal hand and squeezed it. It was something she consciously did to make sure he understood that the metal hand and arm didn’t scare her, that he was still wanted this way. “Just tell me what you want.”
He licked his lips, his eyes darting around her face then down her body. “I…I want…to touch you,” he said.
Y/N could see he was struggling and decided to guide him. She took hold of his flesh hand and held it in her open palm. “Where?” she asked quietly. Bucky’s eyes betrayed him as they settled on her breasts, her cleavage slightly showing from the wrap around dress she was wearing. She smiled and lifted his hand up and pulled it toward her, then maneuvered it to rest on top of her left breast. “Here?” she whispered.
His mouth dropped open as he sharply exhaled, his flesh hand almost shaking as she let him touch her. He gently squeezed it, and Y/N could feel a small pulse of pleasure vibrate between her legs. After all these months of intimate but chaste touches and cuddling, and now she finally had him touching her how she wanted him to. Of course, this was all for him. As much as she wanted it, this wasn’t about her. She let go of his hand, letting him move as he wanted. He watched his hand touch her, cupping her breast then his thumb sweeping across her nipple that hardened under his touch under the fabric. That thumb hooked around the low hem of her dress, touching the skin of the swell of her breast. “Can I…?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Y/N whispered. She reached for the drawstring around her middle that held the dress together, pulling the knot apart and leaving it hanging open for him. His eyes bulged a little, glancing at her face for a moment, then his fingers slipped under the fabric and he cupped her bare breast in his hand, squeezing it again. Y/N’s breathing became heavier, the anticipation and satisfaction rolling in the pit of her stomach. He moved his hand to the other breast, repeating what he’d done before leaning forward and pressing his forehead against hers.
“Can I kiss you while I touch you?” he asked, his big blue eyes pleading with her.
“Manners, pretty boy,” Y/N murmured, unable to stop herself from wanting, needing, him to say it–
“Please?” he begged, his eyelids fluttering as he angled his head and nuzzled her nose. “Please M…mmh–”
“What do you wanna call me?” she asked, not letting him clam up. “Say it.”
Bucky looked almost tortured as he swallowed harshly. “Please M-Mamas,” he said, his voice trembling as his eyes looked near tears.
It wasn’t the first time a man had asked to call her something motherly, but normally it was the term ‘Mommy’ and they had obvious mommy issues. Being called ‘Mamas’ was new, and she could tell it wasn’t mommy issues but something deeper. Yes, she cared for him during their visits, but it was almost like a term of endearment and reverence in the way he said it. “Yes, honey,” she nodded, giving him permission.
Bucky sighed heavily, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned forward and kissed her. The kiss was a little timid, but perfect. Y/N let him take the lead, deepening the kiss when he did, opening her mouth to him after he opened his mouth and his tongue teased her lips. At first he would only touch her with his flesh hand, but then she grabbed his metal hand and laid it on her right breast, the metal making her shiver delightfully. His breath stuttered when she did that, and he broke the kiss to look down at the metal touching her. He stared at it, like he couldn’t quite believe it. Realization made Y/N’s emotions get the best of her, her heart breaking for him all over again.
“She never let you touch her with this hand, did she?” she asked sadly. His eyes filled with tears again as he looked at her, a soft shake of his head confirming her suspicions. She felt her own eyes start to fill with tears as she cupped his face in her hands. “I want you to touch me, wherever you want, with this hand,” she said, glancing down at his metal hand. “Can you do that for me, honey?”
“I…what if it’s not s-safe–”
“It is safe,” Y/N said. “I am safe with you. You are safe.”
As much as she had seen Bucky cry before, she was not prepared for how he completely broke down in that moment at her words. Heavy tears poured down his face as he pulled her toward him, hugging her tight. She moved herself so that she was straddling his lap, her dress parting open to accommodate her movement so her naked front was pressed against his body. She held his head against her chest, letting him cry it out as his arms wrapped around her waist. He had been hurt so badly, for so long, by the one who was supposed to love him the most. Y/N couldn’t fathom how such a sweet person could be mistreated so much. She usually pushed back any personal, emotional connections she had to her clients because that wasn’t what she was being paid for. But this time she was finding it harder to pull away, wanting to help him in any way she could.
She squeezed him tight, whispering reassuring words into his hair, kissing the top of his head then down to the side of his head and his face. After a few minutes she felt his lips kiss the spot over her heart, and he sniffed heavily as she pulled his face up to look at her. His eyes were rimmed red, and she wiped his tears away with her fingers, then she pulled his metal hand back up in between them. He watched her intently as she raised his hand up, making it cup the side of her face. She nuzzled his palm, keeping eye contact with him as she let him feel her. She then moved her face to the side and kissed his palm reverently.
“You are good, and whole, and beautiful just as you are, Bucky,” she whispered. “And I’m sorry she made you feel otherwise. This,” she paused and kissed the tip of each metal finger, “is beautiful, and just another part of what makes you extraordinary. Do you hear me?” Bucky sniffed again, blinking back more tears as he slowly nodded. “You are loved, wanted and appreciated just like this.”
Y/N smiled at him then pulled his hand down and set his metal hand flat on her chest. Bucky smiled back at her appreciatively, then settled his gaze back on her chest. His flesh hand moved from behind her back to her front, sliding across her skin until both his hands covered her breasts. He lightly touched and kneaded over the plushy flesh, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples then gently pinching them. Y/N sighed, her eyes slightly rolling at the simple touches that were lighting that fire deep in her belly again. She let him explore her top half with his hands, his eyes roaming over her hungrily. She felt herself start to rock over his lap, chasing a friction to alleviate the rising need between her legs. He shuddered at the contact, his eyes snapping down to his lap to watch her naked pussy grind on him. “Fuck,” he mumbled on a long breath.
His hips slightly bucked up into her, and she could feel the hard bulge in his pants caress between her legs, making her shiver on top of him. She hummed deep in her chest, the pleasure spiking considerably as he reciprocated her movements. Bucky leaned forward and kissed her again, the kiss becoming much more confident and passionate as he picked up where he left off earlier. His kisses were now insistent, pulling her in further as his hands settled on her hips, guiding her to continue grinding on his lap.
Y/N broke the kiss and pulled his metal hand back up to her face. She kissed the first two fingertips again, then held eye contact with him as she licked them. Bucky’s eyes widened and he exhaled sharply. She smirked as she licked them slowly, then sucked them into her mouth. The metal didn’t really taste like anything, but the sensation of the slick plates along her teeth and her tongue was strangely tantalizing. Bucky whimpered softly as he watched her suck on his fingers like she would if it was his cock. After a minute or two she pulled them out of her mouth then guided his hand down in between her legs.
“Do you want to touch me here?” she asked, hovering his spit soaked fingers inches away from her pussy. Bucky sucked in a deep breath then nodded. “Words, honey,” Y/N said.
“Yes,” he huffed, staring at her pussy.
She let go of his hand and leaned back slightly to give him better access. “Go on,” she said, giving him permission.
Bucky licked his lips then moved his hand forward. His first two fingers slowly and gently rubbed her lower lips, the saliva helping to easily slide. Y/N inhaled shakily, her hips already starting to tremble. He took his time as he felt her, testing out pressures and positions, carefully watching her body react to everything he did like he was studying her. When he found her clit she let out her own small whimper, which made his gaze lift back up to her face. His flesh hand was still feeling her all over her torso then down her hip to her thigh. “So soft,” he mused as his fingers sped up over her clit, her arousal starting to spread over his fingers and then down onto his pants. “So pretty, Mamas. Do you like the way they feel?” His fingers suddenly moved so that his metal thumb stayed on her clit to rub and flick over it while his fingers dipped inside her gently.
Y/N shivered at the feeling of the somehow still cool metal inside her heated pussy, his fingers curling inside her and massaging that spot along her inner wall that had her seeing stars. “Yeesss,” she groaned. “Feels so good, honey. Mmh…”
“Yeah?” he asked, leaning forward and kissing along her throat. “So good to me.” His thumb flicked her clit a little faster, making her moan loudly as her pussy throbbed around his fingers. “You like my metal arm?”
“Love it,” Y/N nodded, her hips grinding into his hand as her hands clutched his shoulders for support. “Oh my god!”
He let out his own moan as he sucked on her collarbone. “Please cum on me, Mamas. Please? I wanna feel it so bad. Making me feel so good, so needed, so…wanted,” he nearly sobbed on the word. His lips traversed back to her face as his flesh hand moved up and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her so her forehead was pressed against his again. She could feel her impending orgasm building in her belly, her pussy pulsing in warning of her release. They stared into each other’s eyes as his movements inside her became faster and harder, fucking her with his fingers. “Cum, Y/N. Please…cum!”
His thumb rubbed her just right and she finally came undone, her mouth dropping open as she shrieked in his face, cumming all over his hand. She shuddered hard, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she shook over his lap. Bucky’s mouth dropped open as he watched her cum, his brow furrowed upwards in an expression that screamed pleasure as his hips bucked beneath her, helping her ride out her orgasm with random flicks and thrusts of his fingers.
When she sagged into him Bucky kissed her again, pulling his metal fingers out and away from her carefully. He maneuvered her to sit back up and brought his wet fingers toward her mouth. Y/N giggled breathily and opened her mouth obediently. He stuck his fingers in and she licked and sucked them clean of her slick, moaning at the taste and the dirty nature of what they’d done. When she was done he pulled his fingers out and stared at them for a moment before meeting her eyes. “Can I try something?” he asked. She nodded, and when she could see he was reaching toward her neck she angled her head up to give him access. His desire-filled frown returned as his fingers caressed her throat. “You trust me that much, to let me touch you in your most private and vulnerable places with this?” he asked in awe, wrapping his hand around her throat.
“Yes,” Y/N nodded, her hand holding his metal wrist to keep his hand on her throat. “I trust you, Bucky, with all of me.” She squeezed his wrist and leaned forward, letting him put pressure on her neck. “It makes such a pretty necklace, honey,” she said seductively.
He let out a puff of air, a mix between a laugh and a scoff, and his eyes blinked rapidly as his gaze flickered between her face and his hand on her throat. “Fuck Mamas…”
Y/N felt his cock twitch below her and smirked. “Do you want me to touch you?” she asked quietly.
Her work phone alarm went off, disrupting their moment and making them both gasp. Bucky’s hand retreated, sliding down her chest until his hands gripped her hips. Y/N quickly reached over and turned off her alarm, then stayed sat on his lap and reached up into his hair to scratch at his scalp reassuringly. “Not this time,” he said, giving her a soft smile.
“Are you sure?” Y/N asked. “I don’t mind going overtime for you.”
He chuckled, his hands squeezing her hips. “I appreciate that,” he said. “But this was enough.” He sighed and leaned forward, kissing her cheek. “Thank you, Y/N.”
Her heart tugged uncomfortably. She didn’t want him to leave, she didn’t want him to kiss her cheek like he hadn’t just made her cum. But she smiled anyway. “No problem, honey,” she said. “Same time next week?”
Summary: Y/N is a pleasure dom/sex worker/intimacy coach/certified cuddler. Bucky is newly divorced and struggling with moving on. Is it a match or a mess?
Warnings: smut galore/sex work/mentions of sex work, language, mentions of past abuse (not by Bucky or reader), possessiveness
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At 6:28 p.m. the next Saturday her doorbell rang. Y/N jumped and smiled widely, making sure the table was fully set before walking over to her door. She wore her best sexy but still homely kaftan dress with nothing on underneath just in case, her hair tied up high and simple makeup. It was just a consultation, but sometimes things changed during appointments. She opened it and smiled at Bucky. He looked the same as a year before, but his hair was longer, dark circles under his eyes, and even though he was taller than her, he looked small as he looked at her and gave her a polite, hesitant smile.
“Hi Bucky,” she greeted him, stepping back to give him space. “Come in.” He took a deep breath and nodded before stepping inside. She had him take his shoes and coat off before leading him to the dining room. “I hope you like Chinese,” she said, pulling out his chair for him and gesturing for him to sit. “I’m not much of a cook, unfortunately. This is from that little place on the corner of Chinatown, Jim Foo’s? Have you ever been there?”
Bucky seemed surprised at her holding the chair out for him, and slowly sat down and looked at the food spread. “Um, no, I’ve never been,” he said quietly.
“Oh, then you have to try the potstickers,” Y/N continued, reaching out and squeezing his shoulders for a split second before rounding the table to her chair and sitting down. She plated a little bit of everything for him and handed it to him with a fork and some chopsticks, then did the same for herself before standing up. “Oh, I’m sorry, I completely forgot. What would you like to drink? I’ve got water, soda, juice, alcohol?”
“I might need some liquid courage for this conversation,” Bucky said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N giggled and nodded. “How about some water and sangria?”
“Sounds perfect,” he said, his voice a little more cheerful.
They ate and drank slowly, Y/N having to steer the conversation more often than not. He was obviously struggling, unsure of himself and unconfident, a stark contrast to the man she had met a year before. This is gonna take a while, she thought as he helped her clean up dinner when they finished.
She led him to the oversized couch in her front room and had him sit, then sat next to him, still a good foot away but turned toward him to give him her full attention. “Alright, should we get into the awkward part?” she asked with a smirk.
Bucky huffed a laugh and turned his body to face her. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Y/N smiled kindly at him. “Okay. So tell me what exactly you’re looking for from me,” she said.
He sighed heavily and looked down at his hands, his metal one whirring slightly as he made fists with them both. “I…I got divorced recently,” he said. “Which was a good thing. She was abusive toward me. I just didn’t realize that it was abuse until later, and I was wanting to end it. But then she…” He paused, swallowing harshly and frowning. “She cheated on me. Blatantly. Didn’t even try to hide it. Made fun of me and told me it was with this guy I worked with that I’d always complained to her about. She said he was better than me in, um, sexual ways,” he squirmed. “And then she called me a cripple and a robot because of this,” he slightly held out his metal hand. “Attacked my insecurities, loudly and publicly, then left.” Y/N frowned. Sharon really was a piece of work. “So I guess I’m looking for…honestly I don’t know,” he sighed again, barely able to look at her as he spoke.
She slowly reached out and held his metal hand, making his head snap up to look at her, his eyes wide and sad. “I’m so sorry, Bucky,” she said quietly, her other hand coming up to hold his metal hand as well, her thumb sweeping across the plates of his knuckles. “That was wrong, and she shouldn’t have done that. I know I don’t know you well, but no one deserves that kind of treatment.” His face crumpled, and he fought back the tears welling in his eyes. “It’s okay to cry,” she said, her hand releasing his and reaching up to cup the side of his face. “You’ve gone through a lot of shit with someone who promised to love and cherish you, and that isn’t fair or right.” His tears slipped down his face, and he bit his lip as he gave her a pleading look. “Would you like to start with some cuddling?” she asked quietly.
Bucky nodded, releasing his bottom lip and sputtering out a shaky breath. “Please,” he begged.
“Okay honey,” Y/N said, sitting back against the corner of the couch. “Come here,” she said, her arms open wide. Bucky looked at her for another moment before he hiccuped and choked on a sob, then leaned forward and hugged her. Y/N maneuvered them so her back was against the couch cushions and they were laying next to each other, her right arm under his neck and her left arm cradling his upper back, keeping his head against her chest. Bucky cried hard, his tears soaking her dress as his metal arm under her held her by her mid back firmly against him, his right hand on her upper back gripping her dress in his fingers. She entangled her legs with his and let him cry, running her fingers through his hair and whispering encouraging words and praises in his ear and his hair, every once in a while nuzzling her cheek and lips against his forehead, not quite kissing him but just letting him know the option was available.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay there, but eventually his cries died down and his grip on her dress weakened. Y/N continued to whisper praises to him, her fingers scratching at his scalp and her other hand rubbing his upper back. As fun as her sexual encounters were with clients, she always secretly loved this, the slow, intimate, quiet cuddles where they could just let it all out and be comforted by her. He breathed deeply, sighing against her sternum before slightly pulling away to look up at her. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said quietly. “I didn’t realize how much I needed a good hug.”
Y/N giggled and wiped away his tears. “No problem, honey,” she said quietly. “That’s what I’m here for.”
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For a long time all Bucky wanted was cuddles and praise. He’d come to her apartment once a week for dinner and a cuddle session. Sometimes he would cry, but as time went on he started to just talk to her quietly about his day, how life was going or word-vomit the trauma from his divorce and the accident that took his arm. It wasn’t until about six months into their meetings that during a cuddle session he complimented and flirted with her for the first time.
He squeezed her tight, sighing into her chest as he nuzzled her sternum. “You’re just so soft,” he said quietly.
Y/N huffed a laugh. “Yeah?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair slowly. It seemed to be what calmed him the most.
“Yeah,” he said, the scruff of his beard slightly burning against her skin. “Just wanna keep squeezing you.”
She hummed happily. “I’m here for whatever you need, honey,” she said, giving him a small squeeze back.
Bucky hummed then looked up at her. She met his gaze, surprised when he looked nervous. “You’re…um…I thought you were really pretty when I first met you,” he said.
“Just when we first met?” Y/N asked teasingly. “Not now?”
He looked horrified but relaxed when she laughed. “Rude,” he grumbled. “No, I mean you’re very pretty, then and now.”
“Thanks,” she giggled. “I think you’re really pretty.”
His eyes widened, then he blushed as he bit back a wide smile. “I’m pretty?” he asked.
“Yes!” Y/N nodded, giving him an incredulous look. “Have you seen yourself? Good god, Buck. I’d like to meet your parents and shake their hands to congratulate them on a job well done!” He laughed, his eyes and nose scrunching cutely. “Your existence is unfair to other men. I meant what I said at that party when we first met, that she was lucky to bag you. It’s her loss, honestly. Anyone would be lucky to have you, pretty boy.”
Bucky stared at her, a small smile on his face at her praise. He needed the praise, with how much he’d gone through because of the evil ex-wife. He shimmied himself up just a little more to be at eye level with her. Y/N watched him silently, waiting to see what it was he wanted next. He pressed his forehead against hers, his nose nuzzling her nose gently as his eyes stayed focused on her eyes. Her heart rate jumped, and she kept her breathing steady as she smiled softly at him. “Anyone?” he asked.
“Anyone,” she nodded, nuzzling his nose back.
His eyes flickered over her face, his gaze settling on her lips before blinking rapidly back up to her eyes. “Could I…could we…” She waited for him to figure out what he wanted. He took a deep breath. “I think I’m ready for the next step,” he said.
“And what’s that?” Y/N asked.
“I think I’m ready for…more,” he said, looking more nervous by the second.
“Sounds like we need another consultation,” Y/N said.
He was about to speak when her phone went off, signaling the end of their appointment time. Bucky sighed and started to pull away, both of them sitting back up on the couch. He reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Next week we can talk about it?” he asked hopefully.
Summary: Y/N is a pleasure dom/sex worker/intimacy coach/certified cuddler. Bucky is newly divorced and struggling with moving on. Is it a match or a mess?
Warnings: smut galore/sex work/mentions of sex work, language, mentions of past abuse (not by Bucky or reader), possessiveness
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“So who was last night’s client?” Yelena asked, arching her eyebrow toward Y/N suggestively.
Y/N rolled her eyes and smiled. “You know I can’t tell you who my clients are. But she was great,” she said with a shrug.
“She? Hm,” Yelena smirked. “What was her deal?”
“She and her partner have been struggling getting her to finish,” Y/N explained, turning more toward Yelena so others couldn’t hear their conversation. “She’s gotten resentful towards her partner because of it, so we talked about the root of the problem and then I gave her a guided session.”
“I love how technical it all sounds even though I can just imagine how that ‘guided session’ went,” Yelena giggled.
Y/N laughed. “Your imagination is running wild again. My clothes stayed on and my hands to myself the entire time.”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “Ugh, boring. I wanna hear about something like tongue guy again.”
Y/N almost choked on her drink as she laughed harder before wiping her eyes and sighing. “Oh tongue guy. I miss him.”
They both laughed before they were approached by a few people. The host of the party, Clint, was talking to two other people and smiled at Yelena and Y/N as he brought them forward. “Ladies,” he nodded to them, “this is my work buddy, Bucky Barnes,” he introduced them to the man next to him, “and his wife Sharon Carter.”
Y/N smiled and shook Sharon’s hand since she was closest first, then turned to Bucky and had to stop herself from physically gawking at him. He was easily the most beautiful man she had ever seen. After Clint introduced her and Yelena to them she heard herself say, “Sharon, congratulations on bagging that,” as she nudged her playfully.
Sharon’s eyes widened, and there was a flash of annoyance on her face before she laughed. Bucky laughed loudly, rubbing his face with his hand. “Thanks, I consider myself very lucky,” Sharon said, squeezing Bucky’s arm. As the conversation between them all continued Y/N couldn’t stop glancing at Bucky. Every time he spoke he was quiet but assertive, and shyly funny, seeming surprised when people would laugh at his one liners or jokes. She noticed he had a prosthetic, but it was the most advanced prosthetic she had ever seen, something that looked futuristic and worked just like his right arm. The dimmed lights reflected off of it beautifully. As Yelena and Sharon started a conversation and Clint excused himself to host around to other people, Y/N found herself alone with Bucky.
“So uh, what do you do for work?” Bucky asked her.
She inwardly grimaced, preparing herself for judgment. “I’m an intimacy coach, certified cuddler and part time escort,” she rattled off, taking a quick drink when she finished. His eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening as he looked at her. “Oh, and some fat fetish stuff, but yeah. I’m a sex worker,” she said with a smirk and a shrug.
He huffed a laugh. “Interesting. How did you get into all that?”
She wasn’t expecting that question. That wasn’t usually the follow-up she got to telling people what she did. “Well, I was never really good in school, and I never found anything that I really wanted to do. I kinda fell into hard times and came across a sugar baby website.”
“Oh, so you were a sugar baby for a while?” he asked, his full attention on her.
“Yes, for a few years. Then I transitioned into the pleasure dominatrix space for a while, which I still do sometimes depending on the client, then that transitioned into fat fetish stuff, escorting and then I decided to get certified and officially trained in becoming an intimacy coach and certified cuddling.”
“Wow,” he smiled. “What would you say is the one you're most booked with?”
She raised her eyebrows at him. Another insightful question rather than a sexual one. “Um, lately it’s been intimacy coaching and cuddling.”
“Really? And would you say your clientele is more male, female, transgender, or…?” Bucky asked, his head tilting at her.
She smiled proudly at him. Boy was he asking the right questions. “Honestly? Mostly newly divorced men.”
“Really?” he asked with a frown. “Why do you think that is?”
“Well, most of them have been with the same woman for over a decade. They don’t know how to get themselves back out there into the dating world, or take that next big step, like sex, with a new partner. So it’s just a way for them to get used to something, or someone, new and how to approach it without coming across as desperate or inexperienced, which seems to be what embarrasses them the most. But also I’ve had a lot of them come to me because they’re lonely, which is completely understandable after having that one constant in your life for so long just suddenly gone.”
He nodded along with what she was saying, then smiled when she finished. “That’s actually kinda sweet,” he said. “In a weird way.”
Y/N laughed and nodded. “It is. My job is weird to most people. But I like it overall.”
“What are the drawbacks?” he asked.
She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, making him laugh. “Oh you know, the occasional asshole trying to take advantage of the situation. But I do extensive background checks, security deposits, and I make it clear that their information is being shared with a safe third party in case anything bad were to happen to me, so good luck getting away with it. I’m also trained in self defense tactics and have a concealed carry permit, and I know how to use it,” she winked at him.
Bucky laughed again. “That’s good. Unfortunate that you have to do that, but good.” Sharon suddenly approached and wrapped herself around his flesh arm, giving Y/N a glare.
“Hey babe, I’m ready to go,” she said in a sickly sweet tone, giving him a pointed look.
“Oh, well we just got here–” he started.
“We’re leaving,” Sharon said, her voice firm but still sweet. She turned to Y/N and gave her a polite but thin smile. “So nice to meet you,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Y/N’s head tilted at her, knowing that Sharon was angry with her talking to Bucky, having obviously found out from someone else what it was she did for a living. But she smiled at her anyways. “Yes, so nice to meet both of you,” she said, nodding at Sharon then looking at Bucky. “Thanks for the questions,” she said to him with a kinder smile.
“Thanks for the stimulating conversation,” he thanked her, though his smile looked thin and guarded with Sharon nearby. “It was nice to meet you.”
Sharon huffed then pulled Bucky away from Y/N, walking with him purposefully toward the exit. Y/N watched them leave, shaking her head in annoyance. “Jesus, she’s uptight,” Yelena said, sidling back up to Y/N. “She asked me about you and I was just honest, then she–”
“It’s fine, babes,” Y/N said, linking her arm with Yelena’s arm. “Her loss. I’m quite a catch.”
“You are!” Yelena said with a wide smile.
***
1 year later
“Oh! And I have the juiciest news!” Yelena said loudly over the drinks and wings at their table. They were at a local sports bar for their monthly girls’ night. They normally wouldn’t go to a place like this, but this bar had the best wings in the city.
Y/N took a swig of her cocktail before her eyes widened and she leaned forward. “Spill,” she commanded.
“Oh it’s piping hot tea,” Yelena gushed. “You remember Sharon and Bucky? From that party a while back?”
Y/N rolled her eyes, making Yelena laugh. “The uptight one with her fine ass husband she doesn’t deserve? How could I forget?”
“Well, they’re divorced,” Yelena said. Y/N’s mouth dropped open, her eyes widening. “And from what Clint said, she cheated on him!” Y/N’s mouth dropped even farther, her eyes comically wide and her eyebrows furrowing. “I know right?!” Yelena squealed. “Like how do you cheat on that?”
Y/N let out a loud scoff. “What in the actual fuck?” she cried. Men at a table nearby looked over with judgmental looks and one of them shushed her. “Fuck off!” she turned and flipped him off. “This is a sports bar, asshole. Everyone is talking and yelling!” He quickly looked away and Y/N rolled her eyes again before focusing back on Yelena. “Why the hell would you cheat on the most beautiful man in the world?”
“Apparently she was really emotionally and verbally abusive to him at home,” Yelena said sadly. “Clint said she cheated on him with his rival at work, too, so it was like a double whammy.”
“Right? Clint said he’s been struggling with it ever since. And I may or may not have reminded Clint about your work and gave him one of your cards to pass on to Bucky,” she said with a wicked grin.
Y/N’s eyes widened again, her own wide, wicked smile growing on her face. “Yelena, you evil genius,” she complimented her reverently.
Yelena flipped her hair with a proud smile. “Yes, yes, I am,” she said. “I don’t know if he’ll actually reach out or not. But I thought if anyone could help him, it’d be you and your sex magic.”
Y/N laughed loudly at her, making the men nearby glare at them again.
***
Y/N was woken up to the sound of her work phone dinging. She glanced at the alarm clock on her side table and groaned at the time glaring 6:45 a.m. She didn’t need to wake up until much later, and groaned as she reached out and grabbed her phone off the charging dock and held it up to her face, wincing at the bright light as it turned on. It was a text from an unknown number, and she pressed on the message in curiosity.
Hi, is this Y/N?
She sighed and typed back.
Yes, and this is?
This is Bucky. I was given your number by Clint. We met at his party a little over a year ago?
Y/N gasped and sat up straight in her bed, now fully awake. The three bubbles popped up again as he continued typing.
I’m sorry to text so early. I was just wondering if maybe I could schedule a consultation with you soon?
Y/N smiled knowingly at the text.
Absolutely. What days and times work best for you?
They scheduled for the next Saturday night at her place, as like a dinner date to get to know each other better. He paid the security deposit and she got the background check started, though she had a feeling he wouldn’t need it. She was giddy at the prospect of what it might be that he wanted from her. Normally a client was just a client, and she had no feelings good or ill toward them, but since she had met Bucky before and enjoyed their conversation, and enjoyed how hot he was, she was secretly hoping for a good time.
