Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Established Relationship)
Disclaimer: I personally feel like this is NSFW, but I know that others would disagree. However, I kindly ask Minors to not interact! Thank you!
Warnings: Bondage, Cursing, Implications of sex, and mention of sex toys.
Summary: When Life once again gets in your way of doing something You want to do, You start to get stressed and worried. Your boyfriend Bucky decides to help distract you. Ler!Bucky and Lee!Reader. Enjoy!
The power had been out for a little over three hours now, and You were starting to get antsy. Tonight was the first Zoom meeting for your night class, but because You had no internet, You probably wouldn't be able to attend. If it was a normal, mundane class, You wouldn't have thought it was that much of a big deal. However, this class was different. It focused on your passion, and Tony Stark had spent the entire weekend pulling strings to get You into it. Although Tony wouldn't tell You the price, You imagined it had cost a lot since a famous celebrity was teaching it.
Now, You sat on the couch, fiddling with your necklace as you anxiously waited for the power to turn back on. You had done everything to make sure You looked your best for tonight. You got your nails done, styled your hair, and even decided to wear the most beautiful dress you had. And now, with the class in thirty minutes, You began to worry it all might have been for nothing.
"You alright, doll?" Bucky sat next to You, reading Lord of the Rings, while you both waited this surge out.
You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine, Bucky."
He frowned and glanced down at your leg, which had been bouncing for some time. He placed his hand on your leg, forcing it to stop, and his thumb caressed your thigh, but You could hardly feel it because of the dress. He rose an eyebrow at You, and You sighed. "I'm fine, really," You insisted then stood up, grabbed a lit candle, and headed toward the kitchen. "It's just been a long day."
"That's true." Bucky set down the book and leaned forward. "What are you doing?"
"Getting some water." You grabbed a glass and filled it at the sink. "Do you want some?"
You took a sip, leaning onto the counter and staring at your boyfriend. It was difficult to see him completely. With the very few lit candles and the shadows dancing across his face, You could only see pieces of him at a time. His bright blue eyes though never faded in the darkness.
Bucky sighed and leaned back, concealing himself more in the shadows. "What do you want to do, doll?"
You shrugged. "I was supposed to have my class, but I'm guessing I won't be anymore, so I don't know."
He hummed. "Won't there be another one next week?"
"Yeah, but I just really wanted to attend it. Tony put in a lot of work to get me into it."
"Also true, but I'm sure the professor will understand. I mean, half of New York is going through this."
Silence fell over both of you, and your thoughts raced with the possible consequences of missing this class. If Tony found out, he might be crushed. This was a class You had been practically obsessing over for a year. You had never looked into the details of the class because You knew You could never afford it, but Tony did. Tony had gifted You the opportunity to take it, and You felt so guilty for not attending the first meeting. You really hoped this didn't happen again next week.
"Did you hear me, darling?"
"Hm?" Your gaze shot back to the darkened silhouette of your boyfriend. "Um, no, sorry, I was in deep thought."
"I asked if you wanted to play something."
You shrugged again then set down your glass of water. "Sure, why not? What did you have in mind?"
"-and the walls are practically sound-proof here."
A slight smirk teased your lips. "Uh-huh." Oh, You knew where this was going. Although You weren't entirely feeling it right now, maybe this would serve as a good distraction for You. Plus, You loved playing these 'games' with him. You grabbed your candle and rounded the kitchen island. "No one will be able to hear us."
"Exactly." He leaned forward again, and You felt a flutter in your stomach when You saw his mischievous smirk. The smirk on your face transformed into a shy smile. Okay, now You really liked where this was going. "So, it's the perfect opportunity to murder you."
And the fluttery feeling was gone. Your eyes widened but then you frowned and your brow furrowed. "What?" You asked.
He chuckled, the shadows making his smirk seem like it was stretching into an evil grin. "The darkness, the flickering lights-" His metal hand shot out of the darkness and snatched the only candle on the coffee table, which made You flinch involuntarily. "-not being heard or seen by any nosy neighbors."
"Um, I guess?" This...was something You had never seen before. Not from Bucky, at least. You knew he was just messing with you. Probably trying to rile you up since Halloween was around the corner. He loved to be mischievous at times. "You're being really weird right now. You know that, right?"
"Uh-huh," he said then stood up, holding the candle close to his smirk. "So? Do you want to play?"
"That depends." You took a step in the direction of your bedroom, feeling a knot in your stomach. "What exactly are you going to do to murder me?"
He gave You a lopsided grin then shrugged. "You'll just have to find out, Princess."
You hummed then took another step. "I'm not going to get hurt, right?"
He shook his head. "Not at all."
"Right." Another step. You could lock the bedroom door if You had to. You weren't exactly sure what Bucky's plan was to 'murder you,' but You were a little nervous to find out. You could buy some time and keep him talking while You snuck closer to the bedroom. "Let's just go ahead and point out the obvious here-" Another step. "-you're a Super Soldier and an Avenger."
"I'm just a regular non-super human being. The chances of me surviving your attempt to murder me are pretty much at zero." And another step and You hummed. "Well, maybe there's a fifteen percent chance."
"Fifteen percent?" he chuckled.
"I'm your girlfriend. I know some of your buttons to push."
He hummed, his smirk returning. "Well, let's see if you can push them."
Without warning, he blew out his candle, completely covering himself in darkness. That nervous feeling exploded inside You, and You squeaked before bolting to the bedroom. Excitement morphed with your nervousness, and a few giggles slipped from your lips. This was a game. A weird and scary game, but You knew Bucky was only trying to make this night more exciting and possibly distract You from missing the class.
The moment you reached the door, an arm wrapped around your waist, and You squealed. You held the candle out, trying not to drop it, as he tried to grab your arms. "Bucky! You're going to make me drop the candle!"
His other arm wrapped around your chest and pulled You closer to him, trapping You against him. You felt his lips brush against your ear. "Then put it down, doll," he whispered, and You giggled from the tickly feeling, squirming slightly.
"Make me," You giggled and tried lifting your shoulder to protect your ear, but You knew it was futile. His head was blocking You from doing anything to protect yourself.
He chuckled, and You giggled louder as his breath slid across it. "No problem."
His hand across your waist - which You realized was his metal one because You could hardly move - viciously squeezed your side, and You shot your head back with a scream. "BUCKY!" You yelled, laughing and trying to squirm, then tried grabbing his hand.
Unfortunately, this seemed to be part of Bucky's plan. The moment your hands were close enough to his, he snatched the one holding the candle. He let You squirm out of his hold, and You spun around to face him. His evil grin returned, the shadows making it seem more sinister, and a chill ran down your spine. "Now, we can play," he said then blew out the candle.
Darkness fell over the both of you, and You stumbled back into the door. You waited, thinking he would charge at You but nothing happened. It was completely pitch black. You knew you wouldn't be able to run in the dark; You weren't used to traveling in it like Bucky was. "Bucky?" You called.
After a few moments, You turned around and your hands slid across the door, searching for its knob. This was so cruel. He was making You wait in anticipation for his inevitable attack. He probably wanted You to open the door too and lock You in with him. He was probably going to charge You once You did open the door. "You're a jerk," You stated then jumped at the sound of his chuckle echoing around You. "And an asshole."
Your fingers ghosted across the cold knob in your search then You grabbed it and turned it. It didn't squeak. He might not know You found it. If You could do this quickly, maybe You could shut him out. He'd have to break down the door to get to You, and You knew he wouldn't do that. You'd win this weird game of his. As quick as You could, You pushed the door open, ran through, then shut and locked it.
You fell against the door, in disbelief that You actually managed to escape your very mischievous boyfriend. "Holy crap," You breathed out. He couldn't get in not without You unlocking it for him. He was stuck out there. You won. A grin fell on your face, and You rested your head against the door. You were so proud of yourself.
"It sucks to be on the other side, doesn't it, sweetie?" You taunted, a few giggles escaping.
Two hands grabbed your waist, and You screamed and jumped against the door. You started hitting and pulling at the hands, fear immediately overtaking your excitement. "Whoa, whoa, it's just me!" Bucky shouted.
"Shit, Bucky!" You yelled, falling back against the door and covering your face. You felt him wrap his arms around You and pull You closer to him. "Why the hell would You scare me like that?"
His hand rubbed your back. "Because you taunted me." He spidered his fingers up your spine, and You flinched closer to him. "I had to teach you a lesson somehow."
You snorted, your head falling against his shoulder. "Geez, you made me think someone was in our room."
"Oh, but someone is in our room, [Y/N]."
And he was back to being his weird mysterious self. "Oh, right, you're my murderer." You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Well, I guess I have no choice but to surrender myself to you. So do with me as you will."
He chuckled. "Giving up that easily?"
"Again, only a fifteen percent chance, and I'm pretty sure those numbers just dropped anyway."
He chuckled again then slid his hands down and picked You up. Your fingers ran through his hair as he walked you two to the bed. At least, You assumed it was the bed; You could hardly see anything. The moonlight shining in through the window was helping a little bit, but it wasn't enough to light up the room. He stopped and climbed onto the bed then laid You down gently. "What to do with you first," he whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek. "I have a great idea."
"Tell me," You whispered, smiling and closing your eyes as he slid your arms above your head. "I'd love to hear your villainous plan."
"Oh, I know you would, and I'll tell you." He kissed your forehead, making you smile wider.
You started to raise your leg to hook around his waist but then heard a click. Your eyes widened, and You flinched when You heard another one. His fingers ghosted down your arms, and You involuntarily giggled then realized You couldn't put your arms down. You yanked on what was holding them, and You glared at your boyfriend. "What are you doing with the handcuffs?"
You felt a cold, tickly finger lightly scratching at your armpit, and You snickered, ultimately losing the glare as You tried to squirm away from it. "I told you, doll," he singsonged, and You snickered more when he switched to the other armpit. "-someone's in our room."
"N-No, there ISn't," You protested, the tickly sensation driving You up a wall, and You kicked your foot on the mattress. "I-I didn't a-agrEE to THIS!"
"Oh, well, it's not really your choice, isn't it, my little victim?"
He scratched at both armpits, and your head fell back against the pillow, your snickers turning into giggles. "Sweetie," You groaned out then yelped and giggled louder as all of his fingers lightly spidered into your armpits.
"Oh, I'm not your sweetie." He ceased tickling and ghosted his fingers down your body. "Although, I love that you dressed up just for me."
"I-I didn't dress up for you, you a-asshole," You giggled out. "Let me go."
He hummed, his hands caressing your midriff. "You see, I don't think I can." His hands slid to the buttons on your dress and started to undo them. "As your murderer and dedicated tickle monster-"
"Language, [Y/N]," he chuckled, undoing the last button and revealing your tummy. His hands slid into the opening of the dress, his fingers trailing across your sensitive belly. You giggled immediately. "I've noticed you have been rather sad today," he continued.
"S-Stop it," You pleaded.
"And because you've been sad, I'm determined to chase those sad feelings away," he continued. "And, as your murderer, I'm also here to tickle you to death."
"Y-You don't h-have to do thi-is."
"I guess you shouldn't have gotten all dressed up for me, doll. You did this to yourself."
"I did not drESS-" Your laughter exploded, bouncing off the soundproof walls, as Bucky dug into your belly button and scratched at one of your low ribs. Your heels dug into the mattress, and You squirmed as much as You could to get away. "BUCKY!"
You heard him laugh, but it was quickly drowned out when both of his hands slid up beneath your dress to scratch your ribs. "NONONO!" You shouted, your pitch rising high, and arched your back as he dug at the spaces between the bones. "OH, SHIT!"
"Language, [Y/N]!" Bucky scolded as You flailed from side to side, laughing hysterically. He continued to climb your ribs, giving special attention to each and every bone. "I'm trying to murder you here!"
You couldn't even respond. Your thoughts were completely consumed by the tickle sensations exploding in your body. Your body instinctively wiggled to get away, moving so fast it was as if it was panicking that it couldn't escape. You couldn't escape. Your merciless boyfriend had straddled You and strapped You to the bed and now was tickling You to insanity.
Some people would hate being in this situation with their partner, but You didn't. If You were being honest, You loved it when he tickled You. Something about it just made your troubles disappear for a little while, and it made You feel good that he wanted to touch you. You knew he wouldn't go too far with the tickling. You both had a safeword in play for situations like this, but You weren't about to use it unless You reached your limit.
He had reached your armpits again at this point and was showing no mercy. "You are the most ticklish person on this planet," he teased as You screamed when he dug deeper into the skin. "I should have brought our toys over here after handcuffing you."
You shook your head, knowing exactly which toys he was referring to. "No?" he questioned, tilting his head. Without warning, he pulled his hands out from under your dress and started tickling your ears. Your laughter died down and melted into consistent giggles. "But it's so much fun making you lose your mind."
You coughed between your giggles, and he pulled his hands away, giving you a chance to breathe. "N-No t-toys," You breathed out, a permanent grin stretched on your face.
He hummed and brushed your now wild and tangled hair behind your ear. You giggled involuntarily at the light touch, and he chuckled. "Oh, I would love to see that beautiful smile right now."
"Too bAD!" You squealed when he squeezed your sides once. "O-Okay, okay!"
He chuckled again. "You know, maybe I should tickle you until the power comes back on."
"You've told me love it," he stated, which was true. You had confessed that you loved it when he tickled you. You told him after he tickled You for the first time, and he had been more than happy to tickle you since then.
"Well, I don't feel very dead yet."
He barked out a laugh then scooted down to your legs, sitting on them. "Oh, good, because I'm not done murdering you."
You giggled in anticipation, already holding on to the fluffy handcuffs. "I swear if you use your stubble down there-"
"Oh, is someone hinting that they want me to tickle them with my beard?" he teased, ghosting his fingers on your inner thighs.
Your legs flinched and then shook with each caress, and You giggled louder. "You can't grow a beard if you haven't hit puberty yet."
He immediately shifted to all fours. "Ooh, someone wants it badly." Then, You lost it. His stubble scratched at the sensitive skin on your inner thigh, and he held your leg in place to keep it from flinching away. Your head fell back as your laughter poured out, and You pulled at your handcuffs. You didn't think it could get any worse than that until his hand slipped under your dress, and he tickled the lowest part of your belly.
"NO!" You screamed and tried shifting your body up toward the headboard, but it was no use. With his arm holding your leg down, You weren't going to get very far. You just laid there and took it. You did ask for it, after all. You knew better than to tease Bucky, but You liked to do it anyway. "BUCKY!"
"I am not Bucky!" he shouted, and You felt him switch to your other thigh, making You squirm in a different direction. He held your other leg down now and rubbed his stubble against it. You squealed before laughing hysterically again. "I am the Tickle Monster! I'm here to murder you with tickles!"
His hand slipped out from under your dress, and he spidered his fingers along your other thigh. You tried to flinch that leg away, but he had locked it in place with his legs. You could feel both of your legs try to flinch, but neither of them was able to move an inch. Bucky made sure You knew that You were completely at his mercy. "Having fun yet, sweetheart?" he called out, now pinching your inner thighs and lifting his head up.
You cackled, hiding your face behind your arm. "Y-You-AH!" You screamed as he moved to spider his fingers under your knees.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" His wiggling fingers trailed down your calves, and your laughter melted into giggles once more. "I'm afraid I couldn't understand what snarky comment I know you were about to unleash. With you being so ticklish, I can imagine this is a very difficult problem you deal with on a daily basis."
"Oh my g-gosh," You giggled. "B-Babe, please."
"Please what?" he asked, and your breath hitched in your throat when he spidered his fingers on the tops of your feet. You felt him wrap his metal around your ankles, bringing your legs together and keeping them in place. You could thankfully still move your feet, but he would only follow your movements.
"T-This isn't fAIR!" You shouted, your pitch rising, as one finger scratched on the outline of your foot.
"Well, of course, it isn't fair, doll. Murderers don't give their victims chances to live."
"Please, PLEase!" You begged, feeling him move that one damn finger to scratch at your arch. Your feet were extremely ticklish. More ticklish than You thought was humanely possible, but they were. You and Bucky had first discovered this a few weeks ago when You asked him to help you figure out if they were ticklish. You quickly learned that was a mistake as he teased You about it quite often. "I'll do what YOU WAnt!"
The light scratching stopped, and your high-pitched laughter started to turn into giggles. You took in as many greedy breaths as possible, trying to calm down your racing heart. "Anything?" he asked.
"Yes," You sighed, still trying to catch your breath. "Anything."
He hummed, and You felt him switch holds on your legs, taking back his metal arm. You gasped as he slid his cold fingers up one of your arches, and You shivered slightly. "B-Babe, please. I-I said anything," You reminded, feeling your smile involuntarily widen.
"I really want to tickle your feet," he stated, and You pulled at your restraints again. "You do those cute squeals every time I play with your toes."
Your giggles rose an octave as he swiped at your arch again and again and again. "I-I can d-do THAT another WAY!"
He hummed again. "It wouldn't be the same." Without warning, he lightly spider-tickled your arch, and your hysterical laughter returned. You twisted and pulled as you frantically tried to get away.
"Plus," he continued, "they're so much fun to tease. All I have to do is gently tickle your foot anywhere, and you lose your mind. I could tickle this little spot-" His cold finger gently scratched at the space between your big toe and little ones, and You let out another scream. "-and you'll scream your head off all night."
"NO!" You protested before feeling him dig deeper into that space and falling into silent laughter.
He chuckled and switched to tickling your big toe, which wasn't as bad as the previous spot, but still pretty ticklish. The first cute squeal that Bucky loved so much came out, and he switched to your little toes. "Ah, there's the squeals I love to hear," he teased, listening to You squeal as he tickled your toes. "You want to know what's better with this, doll?"
You couldn't respond. You were stuck in a loop of loud, high-pitched squeals that only got louder the longer he tickled your toes. Your thoughts were completely overrun with the ticklish feeling shooting through your toes.
"Using both hands," he continued. Before You could even think about pulling your feet away, Bucky took back his other arm and used his body weight to keep your legs pinned to the mattress.
Then, You truly lost your mind and completely forgot about the power, the class, Tony, and every problem You had encountered. Bucky kept each touch random, never letting You get used to one spot. He would spider tickle your heels, drag his nails up your arches, and dig between each toe several times before You finally gave up and submitted to your fate. It got worse when he threw several sarcastic and snarky comments your way, such as "I think you need to see a doctor about your ticklish feet," or "We should test how much they tickle every night just to make sure you're still ticklish," or - your personal favorite - "I think I'm going to ask Wanda to cast a spell on you on Halloween night. Something that will make you even more ticklish than you already are, Princess." It was so brutal.
However, You were enjoying his playful behavior. Albeit he was being more merciless than he usually was, it felt good to laugh. You felt as though all your worries were melting away as he distracted You with light scratches, surprise pokes, stubble tickles, or digging deep into your skin. You needed this fun, but you would never admit it.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" he singsonged, and You squealed for the billionth time as he returned to your toes. "Such a ticklish Princess! I can't wait to do this again when you're asleep!"
You screamed at that before falling back into your squealing laughter. You were holding onto the headboard of the bed, gripping it harder as if that would help you deal with the ticklish sensations.
After what felt like an eternity, Bucky's tickling slowed, and You took that opportunity to cough out the safe word, "Rose." Fortunately, he heard You and ceased tickling.
He sat up and massaged your feet, rubbing away the ghost tickles as You tried to recollect your thoughts. "Are you okay, doll?" he asked, moving to massage your toes.
"Y-Yeah," You croaked then let out a cough. You watched as Bucky's dark outline climbed off the bed and walked to the dresser. He lit a candle - most likely, the one he took from You - and brought it over to the nightstand. He set it down, and You could finally see him; well, some of him anyway. "You look happy."
He chuckled then smirked. "I'm happy-" He climbed back onto the bed, settling on top of you, and brushed your hair out of your eyes. "-because there's a beautiful smile on your face."
"It was forced," You teased, a few airy giggles coming up.
He rose an eyebrow, and your breath hitched in your throat as he ghosted his fingers down your arm and stopped right above the armpit. "Was it now?"
You were giggling again and shook your head. "N-No! Okay, okay, it w-wasn't! Stop, please!"
He chuckled. "I'm just messing with you, doll." He leaned forward and pecked your lips. "I love hearing your laugh."
"I know you do." You pulled at the handcuffs. "You want to let me out of this, so I can hold you?"
He smirked then reached up and unlocked the handcuffs, releasing your wrists. You lowered your arms and wrapped them around his neck, your hands running through his hair. "I love you," You whispered.
"I love you too, doll," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. "You did so good during that, you know? You took it like a soldier."
You snorted. "I didn't realize you had to go through tickle torture as a soldier."
"Oh, no, that just started with you, doll, and I say you passed with flying colors." He winked. "Although there is one more test you have to take if you want to be a soldier."
"And what's that?" You whispered as he leaned closer to your lips, and You locked your arms around his neck.
You smirked. "Oh, I thought I already did."
"Yeah, you did," he whispered then kissed you.
The power didn't turn back on until morning. Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, texting Tony about the class. He had noticed You didn't attend but wasn't disappointed or upset with You like you feared he would be. He was more worried, but he assumed Bucky was taking care of You, so he decided to wait and contact You in the morning. Once he learned that both of you were affected by the sudden power surge, his worries faded, and he told Bucky to have You call him later. A lot of students had missed the class because of the surge, so the Professor was holding another one in a few days to catch everyone up. Bucky reassured him that he would pass the message on then tossed his phone onto the ottoman.
Bucky glanced over, seeing You sleeping soundly under the covers. Your dress and bra lay on the floor, having been tossed to the side during last night's fun. He chuckled to himself and smirked softly as he reflected on it. He loved being with You. Even as you lay there snoring like a tractor, he couldn't help but think he was the luckiest man in the world to have You in his life.
