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Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader
Word Count: 14k
Summary: How is Cedric meant to ask you out on a date when he keeps getting interrupted by your tornado of siblings?
A/N: This was way longer than I expected it to be
keep the lambs away.
pairing: lumberjack!bucky barnes x fisher!reader
warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, mean and dark!bucky, hairy bucky, size difference, rough animalistic sex behavior, blood and wounds, animal hunting, manipulation, touch starved, breeding kink, baby trapping, pet names: “sweets, sugar, little doll”
a/n: thank you @artficlly for taking the time to host such a fun, creative event for writers to enjoy! be sure to check out the other works in the masterlist!
word count: 11.4k main masterlist || 🎨 art's moodboard event
synopsis: After a fishing trip gone terribly wrong, you find yourself stranded and stumble upon a small cabin deep in the woods. The man who lives there ends up risking his life to save yours, and you take it upon yourself to stay, return the favor, and make it up to him. But what you didn't know is that Bucky has no intention of letting you go.
Yes, Ma’am.
Pairing: Avengers Bucky x Avengers!Reader
Summary: Mission? Check. Angst that could fog up a room? Check. Having to go undercover as a married couple? Check. Dignity and self control? Well….TBD
Warnings: Protective Bucky!!!, Enemies to Lovers, Mentions of reader being drugged (Bucky takes care of you), Mentions of drug smuggling and money laundering, Smut including- P in V, Tiny mention of oral, Lap dance, Dry humping, Riding, Protective sex, Angst and Reader having a fear of having something real
Word Count: 7.3k
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For months, you and the rest of the team have been tracking down a highly dangerous criminal named Trevor West, Marking his every move and transaction- who he interacts with, who he buys from and who he sells to.
He’s a horrible man with an even more daunting background. You had all heard from multiple sources just how serious his crimes were- how he was not only effecting multiple companies and charities and bankrupting them- but he was also targeting stand alone shop owners and leaving them with their foots far out their own door.
Tony and Steve came up with a finalised mission for how to get some more dirt on him- unfortunately they needed somebody to go undercover and act as a worker or a potential buyer from Trevor
So they had made the plan, found out his what he owned- what buildings were his and where he was staying. One in particular that caught all of your eyes was the hotel he recently begun to ow that is currently the place he’s staying at. It’s finally time to move forward with the long awaiting mission and meet him face to face, which is why you’re here, staring at yourself in the mirror with a huff. Wishing you really could be anywhere else doing anything else
Tony had FRIDAY do some digging around and now you and Bucky are the star guests at the hotel, situated in the most expensive sweet and also invited Trevor Wests party inside his grand hotel’s club- yes, that’s correct. Unfortunately You and Bucky were the chosen ones for this mission.
You’d assumed it would be to gather intel and use Bucky as some sort of sore point (by making Trevor physically sore) but then you were both hit with fake names and a marriage neither of you ever asked for. A ring the size of a rock and a whole fake persona which you know little to nothing about.
Your heels click loudly on the glass stairs, Hair pinned back tighter then your will to live and lipstick staining your lips to look redder than a helicopters landing strip. You suppose you could kill Natasha for the ridiculous black skirt riding up your ass and matching black blouse with one too many buttons undone that makes you look 'both whoreish and like a bitch who knows her shit' (according to Nat), but then again-
This wasn’t Natasha’s idea, it was Tony’s.
Who other then Tony Stark to set you up on a mission with not only the most unromantic person on the Avengers team (if not the whole world) but also the most unwilling to follow orders and stick to a plan. James Buchanan Barnes.
Being under cover is one thing, but pretending to be married with a hidden mic in both yours and Bucky’s ears which Steve would be comming through is a whole other ordeal. Not only do you both have to make it look real- but you have to do it in tight clothes and gelled hair and shoes that make your feet feel like if you fall the wrong way you’ll snap your ankles in half
Truthfully, you do look pretty decent compared to your usual tactical gear and blood smeared knives, you had to admit that it was a nice change of scenery- or- nice change of not being able to breathe- just swapping it for a different option of clothing and the not being able to breath due to a different clothing reason.
Bucky stands at the bottom of the stairs with a black suit and white dress shirt beneath it. Eye’s trained on you, jaw clenched and watch ticking on his wrist as if he had anywhere other then here he’d rather be.
Perhaps 107 year old glaring men with shoulder length hair and muscles unwilling to budge do look good in tight suits- or perhaps it’s just the super soldier infront of you who definitely does not wear suits and definitely wants to go back to brooding in the gym so he can complain about how immature the world has become.
If you hadn’t have noticed your target on Bucky’s left side- you would’ve made a snarky comment that would’ve only pissed him off more, but because you did notice Trevor West and his creepy smirk with his arms wrapped lazily around two women who from his file are definitely his assistants (the two of them looking like they’re high on something other then life) and not caring at all that Trevor is married with his wedding ring still on- the comments towards Bucky stay between you, yourself and the pit inside your brain where Bucky Barnes unfortunately occupies space.
The only strength inside you enough to agree to this mission and fake persona was because all the team needed essentially was a distraction. It would make more sense and be safer if there was two people distracting instead of just one, and would also make it easier to keep yourselves undercover if you have each-others backs.
Bucky unclenches his jaw, lips curling into a fake grin, stepping closer towards you so that he can place his metal hand on your lower back and guide you down the last step to press an unnecessary lingering kiss to your temple, finger tips brushing over your hip with a hesitance and respect you’re not used to feeling around him since he stays away from you with a ten foot pole happily in between and an ‘at war’ flag constantly waving
"You look beautiful, doll" He says in a low yet silky voice, looking down at you and your uncomfortable posture. One finger warningly presses into your spine and you immediately relax and place your hand on his chest, fingers curling and knuckles brushing where his heart would lie beneath your palm. He gives you his secret ‘stop acting like a statue’ look and you give him back a ‘then why the hell do you feel like one?’ look
"You do look indeed, beautiful" Trevor smirks at you, hair slicked back with what you could only assume is hair gel and pants so tight you can see far too much for your liking. He turns his back to you and Bucky to head to the club connected to the hotel, strutting off with both girls on his arms who cling to him like koalas to a tree.
You quickly walk away from Bucky, dramatically shaking off his touch which makes him scoff and walk purposefully faster behind you, your heels clicking against the marble ground and hands self consciously smoothing down your skirt
“Didn’t know you could wear a skirt- didn’t even know you knew what they were.” He mumbles under his breath making you roll your eyes and not so accidentally shove your elbow into his chest as he steps a little to close "Oh yeah, very attractive when you roll your eyes, and an elbow shove? So mature" He murmurs into your ear sarcastically
"Shutup James- you say I don’t wear skirts but all you wear are vests and gym clothes- hypocrite" You snap back quietly as you both approach the doors that Trevor just entered through, hearing Bucky huff under his breath. Security guards are situated at both doors wearing small ear pieces as they eye you suspiciously. The smell of alcohol, sweat and cigarettes fills your nostrils and you can’t help but freeze at the entrance, heart pounding and feet unmoving with nerves
Thank god the club is connected to the hotel- you don’t know if you’re able to handle travelling and pretending to actually tolerate Bucky. It’s only been three minutes and you’re already ready to quit.
Your cover story was perfect- married couple who are rich and on vacation seeking some fun and drugs. Since it’s Trevor’s hotel and Tony poked and prodded to make it feel like you and Bucky are some big leagues in his circle of friends and own companies and buildings of your own- The trap is set at Trevor’s feet and hopefully tonight he’ll be walking straight into it.
As you follow behind Trevor and into the club- you forget for a moment how to breathe. Missions are usually your forte- but this mission feels confrontational somehow, and the crowd of people inside, dancing and touching and drinking- sends your stomach into a pit of lava and your feet into frozen ice blocks unable to move
You hear Bucky clear his throat behind you and immediately snap back into reality, remembering that you’re on a crucial mission and Bucky definitely does not need to see you on the verge of a panic attack.
So you walk quickly, catching up with Trevor who’s walking towards the VIP area in the nightclub and gesturing you and Bucky over eagerly, hands finding his knees
You pause for a moment when Bucky carefully pushes infront of you and sits on the couch closest to Trevor, nodding for you to sit next to him which is furtherest away.
Both of Trevor’s girls sit on either side of his lap, far too gone on his money and credit to care about the fact that he’s a horrible man who launders and steals money from charities and smuggles drugs to cartels.
“Why don’t you two go make our customers happy?” Trevor mumbles to the girls who simply smile and walk away like their lives depend on it. Unfortunately that leaves you, Bucky and Trevor- immediately his eyes shift to the both of you, interest peeked
"So, How long have you two been married?"
He asks with a grin as he gestures for a waiter to come over with the tray full of shots. Trevor grabs three shots, handing two to Bucky and one for himself. Bucky hesitantly hands you your drink and you shift uncomfortably as the skirt rides up your thighs far too high to be considered comfortable
"Two years" You hear Steve say clearly through the ear coms and both you and Bucky share a quick knowing look, you huff under your breath as you grip your shot tighter
"Two amazing years” You reply, faking a smile to Trevor who immediately grins back at you like you two have some sort of secret connection you were totally unaware of.
Bucky shifts closer to you and places a possessive hand on your knee sending an unintelligible spark through your body and straight to your stupid confused heart
"Two years? gee that's a long time..." Trevor chuckles, biting his bottom lip and leaning back in his chair, eyes now lingering on Bucky’s hand and your short of breath.
You uncomfortably sip from your drink and Bucky does the same. His hand slowly starting to feel less comforting and more like a statement of ‘I’m just as uncomfortable you are "Got any kids?" Trevor blurts out making you and Bucky spit out your drinks in union. Trevor laughs loudly, catching the attention of nearby women in dresses and men with rolled up dress shirts
"Oh god no-“ You manage to mumble out between coughs “Uhh I uhh-what I mean is that we uhh…we don't, and I don't think we will for a long time" You fake a smile but it comes out as a grimace and Bucky quickly nods in agreement, eyes wide and jaw clenched
"Interesting" Trevor eyes you both, hands moving up his thighs, then he tilts his head and grins "Dance?"
"I don't think-" You begin but Steve cut’s you off through the ear piece and you already know what he’s going to say
"Remember the mission guys. I need time" He mumbles apologetically and you internally sigh, closing your eyes for a minute to gather your patience while Bucky squints his eyes in frustration and scrunched his nose "-I don't think you'll be able to dance better then me!" You cheer out as you stand up far too quickly causing a head spin, reaching for Bucky's metal hand on instinct. He stands up in irritated concern and places his hands on your hips to steady you
Trevor cheers unknowingly and throws his hands up like he’s having the time of his life, assuming you and Bucky are getting up to dance together
Now that you realise the awkward implication it looks like- Bucky groans under his breath and gives you an frustrated look that is hidden from everyone else’s eye line
"I can't dance" He murmurs under his breath in bitterness making you almost laugh at the genuine fear in his eyes until you realise that you have no idea how to dance either
Before either of you can process what’s happening or protest to the horrible idea-Trevor’s already standing up and charging through the crowd, heading straight towards the DJ making both you and Bucky stiffen in genuine fear and embarrassment, going limp beside each-other
“Fuck” You say, heart pounding, hands sweating with nerves and embarrassment.
“Yeah, fuck” Bucky repeats, hands releasing from you to place on his hips
“This is good guys, just remember, you’re only there for a mission” Steve says through the headset and you and Bucky both sigh and glare daggers at Trevor and then eachother
Trevor looks back at you two expectantly and Bucky rolls his eyes and groans under his breath before grabbing your hand, leading you to the dance floor with incoordination in his step. His brows knit together as he looks at you as if expecting you to know what to do
“What?”
“Well, do it”
“Do what?”
“I don’t know, whatever dancing in the twenty first century looks like” He shrugs helplessly and for a moment you almost smile at the sight of the super soldier not knowing how to initiate a dance
“You’re useless, Barnes” You tease, wrapping your arms awkwardly around his neck and snarling your nose in awkwardness
“It’s not exactly the 30’s anymore” He mumbles into your ear as his hesitantly places his hands on your hips, not quite touching but just resting there, fingers tips brushing over your hips
“I bet you danced with all the girls” You mumble thoughtlessly “Bet you had a reputation for tap dancing to jazz and smoking cigars”
“Can confirm” Steve says through the ear piece making you chuckle softly and Bucky roll his eyes and mumble ‘punk’ under his breath
The music cuts off and you silently beg that it means the nightclub somehow lost power or has magically chosen to shut for the night. Instead, lights darken and colourful spotlights replace the them
'Gimme more' by Britney Spears begins to play instead of your wishes and dreams- and both you and Bucky pull away at the same time, faces flushing red under the colourful lights
"No. No way.” Bucky argues immediately. Trevor struts up to you both with a grin, eyeing you as if he knows he’s got you cornered
"Show us what you've got" Trevor Tauntingly calls out over the loud music. Your heart races and your stomach sinks and all you can think about if how much you want to be swallowed into a sinkhole. Bucky tries his hardest to hold back a smirk at at your humiliation but fails miserably (on purpose or by accident, you’re not sure)
"Pardon?" You call back out, feet feeling all too jelly-like. You’re an avenger trained to kill and disarm bombs in seconds, not…this.
"Your file said you used to be a stripper and this was your go to song!” Trevor calls out again. Bucky doesn’t hold in his chuckle this time and you glare at him, shoving him where Trevor can’t see
"It was Tony” Steve says through the ear piece defensively, you can almost hear him wincing as if he’s about to be scolded “But- unfortunately it was a good idea, you have to have dirt on your hands or he wouldn't trust you"
“Couldn’t have picked drug smuggling or literally anything else?” You mutter quietly into the ear piece earning a grin from Bucky and an apologetic sigh from Steve
“Sorry, Tony’s idea”
"I'm a bit rusty" You mumble to Trevor, faking confidence as you place your hands on your hips. Trevor leads you and Bucky back to the VIP area, sitting down far too comfortably and patting the spot next to him for Bucky to take
Bucky takes a moment to gather his patience and strength before gruffly sitting down, eyes trained on you, arms crossed awkwardly over his chest
Trevor rubs his hands together excitedly, spreading his legs and drumming his fingers on his thighs. Bucky looks about two seconds away from committing homocide or walking out of this nightclub with gasoline and a lighter in tow.
Neither of which you’d mind
“Steve I can’t do this” You whisper into the ear piece with embarrassment and humiliation “He’s way too eager, is he expecting me to give him a lap dance!?” Your voice rises slightly and Trevor nearly catches on, Bucky listens to your words and takes notice of your uncomfortable posture and the fact that you genuinely have no idea what to do or how the hell to initiate some sort of ‘stripper’ dance
"Do it for New York” Steve says back and Bucky sighs and sits forward. Carefully taking your hands in his and guiding you closer, eyes never leaving yours
"I'm going to kill Tony" You whisper to Bucky who nods once in agreement
“We’ll pick the weapon after the mission”
“Maybe Steve too.”
“Already got his casket picked out.”
Bucky’s hands are on your hips before you take notice of what he’s doing- a gasp leaves your mouth as he tugs you closer and nods towards the girls on the dance floor who are grinding and swaying their hips as if it’s the most natural thing to them in the world
“I can’t.” You hiss through your teeth. Trevor begins to get impatient and groans loudly enough for you to hear, clearly trying to push you to dance
“You can” Bucky mumbles back, then fakes a grin at Trevor and focuses back on you “Eyes on me, just…breathe, okay?” He murmers reassuringly- eyebrows knitting together and nodding once in reassurance
Taking a deep breath, you let Bucky slowly roll your hips with his hands. Fingers digging gently into your flesh as he guides you how to move
Trevor gets more comfortable and leans back more into the couch, hands perched on his thighs and eyes unblinking- Bucky quickly catches your attention again with a gentle pat on your hip to remind you who to keep looking at
A waiter passes by and you take two shots, downing them both without a thought, ignoring Bucky’s hands warningly squeezing your hips and Trevor chuckling creepily under his breath
————— The Next Morning
The next morning is nothing but a pounding headache, and a foreign memory of the night before.
Sitting up slowly despite wanting to go back to sleep, you notice aspirin and water on your bed side table and immediately take it within one swallow.
Your pillow barricade in the middle of the bed is still very much there but Bucky isn’t, and neither are his belongings.
You look down and notice you’re wearing Bucky's shirt making your heart flutter and stomach drop at the same time. Sitting up far too quickly- you sigh in relief when you don’t see his or your own clothes scattered around as if you two had done more then just the mission
The hotel door swings open and Bucky steps inside, eyes landing on you as he places some clean clothes on the edge of your bed and some breakfast, throat bobbing nervously and hands moving to rest in his pockets
"What happened last night?" You ask with a groan. Rubbing your forehead making Bucky frown
"You don't remember?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows in concern
"No....did I say or do something?"
For a moment Bucky freezes. Jaw clenching and mouth parting as if he’s about to reveal some horrible secret or confession- but then he snaps it shut and shrugs as if he has no idea what you’re talking about
"No.” He says, almost too quickly “Nothing happened” He nods towards the clean clothes “Get dressed, Trevor wants to meet us down in ten. Steve said we don’t need the ear pieces since he’s got all the evidence from breaking into Trevor’s room last night- we just need to buy time for the cops to arrive.”
————— The Night Before
Bucky’s hands were steadily on your hips as you ground against him, your lips trailing from his ear lobe to his chin, leaving your lipstick to mark his stubble and jaw. Not once did he initiate this- he assumes that either you’re the lightest light weight to ever exist or somebody must’ve spiked your drink.
One minute he was guiding you through Britney Spears and determined to get your mind off of Trevor West- the next you’re downing shots and proving to him that you’ve got everything to prove.
Trevor eventually grew bored of watching somebody else other then him get action and left to be felt up by other women- Bucky made sure Trevor didn’t leave the club- about to get up to follow after him until you were gripping his chin with warning
His eyes fluttered shut as your lips paused for half a breath by the corner of his mouth, but he was quick to pull away and grip your hips to stop your movements
“He’s gone, you can stop now-“
“-Don’t want to” You huff out, stubbornly trying to move your hips again despite Bucky’s firm but gently grip
“Doll…”
“I love the feeling of your stubble against my lips” You murmur sweetly making his heart skip a beat, you nose his jaw, eyes closed as you straddle his lap more
“Come on doll, no more” He pats your lower back gently and removes his hands hesitantly from you making you whine
God how he wished that sound hadn’t have made his cock twitch in his suit pants
He wished he hadn’t have squeezed his eyes shut and clentched his fists as if fighting the urge to grind you fully against him- because you saw, and of course it egged you on
“Oh you like that huh?” You grin at him, hands moving to his shoulders to steady yourself, eyes buzzing with excitement “Like when I make noises- oh hi there!” You drunkingly murmur to the bulge in his pants and he finally shakes off his own sober high and reminds himself fully that now is enough, He quickly turns off both of your ear pieces before Steve can hear much more
"Alright that’s it, come on, time to head back to the hotel-" He tries to stand up but you shove him back down, looking at him with your glassy eyes and pleading pout with your red stained lips and pretty little fluttering eyes
"Kiss me James" You beg and he shakes my head at you firmly- this is so far strayed from the mission that he’s not even sure if it is the mission anymore- or where Trevor is- or if the mission had been completed
"Absolutely not doll, You’re drunk, come on let’s just-“
"-I am not- come on James! kiss me" You demand, hands cupping his face and an adorable frown falling upon your lips as you squish his cheeks together making him let out a struggled sigh
"I'm not kissing you in this state of mind doll" He whispers and you give him a playful smirk
"What about when I'm not in this state of mind?”
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, tomorrow when I'm sober, kiss me"
"What if you don't remember?" Bucky gushed, knowing he shouldn’t play into your words but feeling as if it’s his own stupid hearts fault for the way you make it feel
"Do it anyway" You say and he sighs, standing up with you thrown carefully over his shoulder making you giggle and him playfully roll his eyes
"Where are we going, husband?" You slur as you pat his ass and he can’t help but boyishly grin. Fuck Trevor, fuck the mission. Your safety and the fact that you’ve been drugged comes before anything else
"To bed, wife.”
-
You walk down the hall to see Trevor and Bucky talking. Trevor seems to be all too comfortable where as Bucky has his arms crossed defensively over his chest and jaw clenched so hard you’re afraid it’ll break
You walk up to Bucky and he glances down at you, eyes slightly softening
"You look ravishing" Trevor winks at you, a queasy feeling ringing within your guts at the sight "Sure you don't wanna share some of that?" He asks Bucky who's nostrils flare, eyebrows furrow in offence and disgust and fists clench beneath his gloves with rage “It’s a tradition in my kind of community- of course don’t tell my wife that or I’ll be in the dog house-“
“-Excuse me? Zero chance buddy. We’re monogamous” Bucky snaps so dangerously serious you could swear a vein might have popped.
"Last night I didn't see that much chemistry” Trevor mumbled almost in suspicion “Then Britney came on and…the honeymoon phase came rushing back.” He rolls his eyes “You could have earned a lot of money if you stayed being a stripper" Trevor grins at you and Bucky sees only red and a sign on Trevor’s head reading ‘terminate’ “I mean the way moved your hips was so-"
"This is my wife you’re talking to, ‘buddy’- don’t you ever speak about her like that again-“
"-nonsense" You cut Bucky off, faking a smile at him "He’s just being friendly" You nudge your elbow warningly into his side
"I was just complimenting your wife" Trevor chuckles nervously, twisting the watch on his wrist with confusion, despite being such a ‘dangerous’ man, he’s sure a vulgar coward.
"Just keep it to yourself then" Bucky says through gritted teeth, hand instinctively drifting to your lower back
“Why does it matter? You were her pimp weren’t you?” Trevor asks defensively, furrowing his eyebrows at you and Bucky
Your heart races with fear of your entire
mission being blown. All that you did last night (and can’t remember doing) would’ve all been for nothing, all the months of tracking him down and stalking him and then having to go undercover as Bucky’s wife- it can’t end like this.
"Bucky" You whisper, hand moving to his chest as you turn to face him. He looks down at you, blue eyes searching yours and you notice the faint marks of your lipstick on his jaw- what the hell happened last night? "Kiss me" You whisper making Bucky give you a ‘have you lost your damn mind’ Look. you nod towards Trevor who’s eyeing you both suspiciously and he lets out a small huff of defeat
His hands find your waist and one slides up to the back of your head. He leans in, nose brushing against yours for a moment
“Ready?” He whispers and the look in your eyes confirms everything he needs to know. He leans in, kissing you softly, lips moving with yours. Trevor and the mission fades to the back of your mind as you slowly deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and stepping even closer
His arms wrap fully around your waist making you let out a small moan against his lips as his tongue slowly makes its way-
Somebody clears their throat and you pull back in shock- seeing Steve standing there with a flustered grin and pink ears, cops putting handcuffs on Trevor and walking him away as he yells about how ‘Captian America is a stupid and unconventional name’
"Barnes...other Barnes" Steve smirks at the two of you "Mission’s all done, good job" He nods, giving Bucky an ‘I told you so’ look before walking away
You awkwardly pull away from Bucky who is still breathing raggedly, eyes never leaving yours- cheeks faintly red and eyebrows slightly furrowed with aftershock and the daze of the kiss
“So uhh….I don’t-“ He cuts you off by kissing you again- this time with a raw hunger that’s impossible to miscommunicate, his hands move to your lower back- your thighs- fingers digging into flesh and palms skimming every inch he touches like he can’t get enough
You pull back to look into his eyes and his steel blue eyes meet yours- nose nudging yours almost tenderly, breath wrecked and nostrils flaring
“All that attitude” He murmurs in his low voice “All of that just to lead to this”
“You started it”
“Yeah?” He nips at your neck and you let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure, almost whimpering in his ear “Now I’m gonna end it.”
You gasp as he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder without any struggle and marching right back up the glass stairs and towards your shared hotel room
You do still have it booked for another two hours.
He pushes the door open after a quick swipe of his keycard, he closes the door behind him with his foot, walking eagerly towards the bed
“But what about the mission-“
“-is that what you’re thinking about right now doll?” He asks in amusement as he drops you onto the bed carefully “Because right now- all I can think about is how good you taste” He kisses you slowly, metal hand tenderly cupping your cheek through his glove. You kiss him back, pulling the glove off of his metal hand, he pulls back to give you a vulnerable look, not believing how understanding you’re being with him “And if just kissing you tastes this good…I wonder what it would be like to taste another part of you” He whispers before shrugging his suit jacket off.
You clumsily sit up, too dizzy from all the kissing and touching and words and slight hangover, but it doesn’t stop you from unzipping his suit pants. He looks down at you tenderly, pulling off his other glove before gently tangling his fingers in your hair as you undo his belt and pull his pants down, almost drooling at the sight of his thighs as his pants fall to his ankles and eventually are kicked somewhere in the room
You look up at him through your eyelashes as you unbutton his dress shirt and he lets out a strangled groan- abs contracting with his hitched breath
“For so long I’ve wanted this” He murmurs almost quietly “For so long you’ve driven me to the blink of sanity and tested every drop of patience I have left”
“And you still want me?” You ask as you undo the last button and push the dress shirt of his shoulders, panties dripping wet as he shrugs it off- eyes never leaving yours
“Every damn second.”
Your lips connect with his chest, hands greedily tugging and gripping his boxers as you nip at his hip and he lets out a rugged breath- instinctively grinding his hips forward
“I need to taste you doll” He pleads because as much as he LOVES this. He wants to know- wants to taste every inch of your body, learn every scar and curve. He wants to worship you until you’re nothing but his- nothing but loved.
Before you can protest and pull his boxers down and take him in your mouth like your original plan was- he gently pushes you to lie down on the bed before bringing your legs up to his chest, spreading them carefully as his hands caress the undersides of your breasts
“See this?” He nods towards your blouse. You have about two and half seconds to nod before he’s ripping it off you faster than the blink of an eye. Buttons fly across the room, nipples quickly harden beneath your lace bra “Never liked that blouse”
“Me neither” You whimper weakly as he begins kissing along your ankle- eyes closed in pleasure- his metal hand gently traces up and down your other leg, fingers massaging the skin as if he has nowhere else he’d rather be- as if he’s eager to take his time learning you
He kisses up your calf, eyes never leaving yours, you watch the bulge in his boxers grow to the point where you’re sure he’s about to bust from them and watch as he glances down at your skirt with a hungry expression
“And this?” He murmurs, letting your legs drop to his shoulders as he tears it in half without hesitation, not a huff of challenge at the materiel ripping- just pure admiration and determination “Hated that too.”
He lets your legs drop back down onto the bed as he leans down to kiss your stomach tenderly, hands moving to your bra to unclasp it with ease- no pausing to rethink or plan- just pure want and need
Your fingers soothe where metal meets flesh on his left shoulder, You feel him tense under your touch- breath shuddering for a moment and you fear you’ve ruined everything until he leans on his elbow and hesitantly offers you a closer look, metal fist clenching into his palm
You sit up slowly and kiss the scars immediately, his breathing slows but you don’t stop- not until every scar is kissed and smeared red with your lipstick, not until the tension leaves his shoulders and he looks at you with tenderness instead of shame
Nudging your nose against his, he kisses you gently, both hands cupping the back of your head as he slowly pulls your hair from its original style, letting it fall onto your shoulders
He lies you down again, looking into your eyes as he kisses both corners of your mouth and then down your chest, taking his time to kiss your nipples, admiring how you arch your back and your toes curl with pleasure
“James-“
“-yeah?” He murmurs, kissing down your stomach and over the wet spot on your panties making you wither beneath his touch- fingers moving to grip his hair
“N-no up here” You plead weakly, squeezing your thighs shut around his ears making him look up at you, hopelessly blissful “I need you too bad right now I- we have so much time to do all that stuff later”
“Yes Ma’am” He says immediately, his expression softens at your explanation and he stands up to pull off your panties and push off his boxers, kissing your knee as he walks over to his wallet
You instinctively begin to rub your clit as you watch him roll his condom on his hard cock- the tip red and leaking with pre cum as he pushes his hair behind his ear and walks back up to you, crawling on top of you and kissing you gently, coaxing you to relax for him
You moan into the kiss when he teasingly rubs his cock head against your entrance, gasping as you pull back to frown at him
“You told me-“ He teasingly nudges his tip just inside before pulling out “-Last night when you were straddling my lap. You told me to kiss you”
A shocked moan leaves your lips as he pushes inside you- eyes never leaving yours as a shuttering groan escapes his lips
“I-I did?”
“Yeah” he breaths out, slowly thrusting again “Told me you loved the feeling of my stubble against your lips”
“I do.” You confirm, hands gripping his shoulders as you look into his eyes- his hips meeting yours as he begins to thrust harder
“All along we’ve been fighting.” He mutters, kissing your jaw as you moan into his ear “But the whole fucking time I just wanted you”
“You did?” You ask, eyes closing in pleasure as you rock your hips forward every time his cock thrusts out of you- desperate to have him inside you again
“Wanted you so bad doll- you have no idea.”
“Bucky!” You moan and he groans, rolling onto his back to pull you on top of him.
Immediately taking control- you begin to ride him, flesh and metal hand gripping your hips as he guides you, chest heaving with sweat and heavy moans
“That’s it doll, that’s my name” He curses under his breath “Not James, Bucky.”
“Oh god” You moan- eyes rolling back as he thrusts into you faster from below “I-I’m gonna-“
“-Cum with me”
You both cum at the same time- moans and the creaking of the bed filling the room- you don’t even care if anyone else can hear at all or is Steve’s wondering where you and Bucky disappeared off to
Bucky doesn’t dare look away as he watches you orgasm- leaning up to lick the corner of your mouth before kissing you desperately- your fingers tangling in his hair
“I-I can’t-“
“-I know” He breaths out “Don’t speak doll, just feel.”
And you do. You feel- way too much for your liking, all you can think about is the overwhelming love as you look into his soft eyes that used to feel like judgement and resentment that now only feel like home and vulnerability
He breaths you in, slowly pulling out of you- kissing you tenderly as you hiss against his mouth with every inch that leaves you
He lies you beside him on the bed, brushing your hair from your face, He looks into your eyes with a complex look that tells you everything you need to know
This is far more then just sex to him
“We should get dressed” You whisper, slowly sitting up, taking a moment to gather your stregeth and bottle your feelings
“Whatever you want doll” He murmurs, flesh hand gently rubbing circles into your lower back, You don’t notice the hurt or pain in his eyes, or the fact that maybe he finally found something he wants to deserve- that instead of pushing you away and icing you out due to his own past and trauma- you’re doing it for him.
-
There’s a silence that fills the Avengers tower when you and Bucky finally arrive back.
You head straight for the mission debrief- the last thing you want to do is be bombarded by the others about the mission and whatever else Steve might’ve told them
Bucky’s already in the confrence room, sitting at the very end of the table. You haven’t seen him since this morning when you had sex- you even went as far as to take a different car all the way back to New York
He’s silent and keeps his eyes on the table, your heart aches in more ways you can imagine, this wasn’t supposed to be Bucky- you’re used to the sarcastic grump who rolls his eyes within a ten foot radius of you- not this….sad…nothing-to-say man who looks like somebody constantly told him he has a bad haircut
“Good mission I heard” Tony says as he struts in after you. You sit at the front of the table, furtherest from Bucky “Now we have our go to husband and wife duo”
The rest of the mission debrief is uncomfortable. Bucky doesn’t say a word about you being drugged and neither do you. Luckily Tony talks more then he doesn’t so you and Bucky can sulk in silence, and when it’s finally over- you’re rushing out with desperation to be anywhere but here- trying to make it back to your room before you have to pass Bucky as he walks past your door to head back to his own complex inside the tower
“Wait.” You hear behind you as you shove your key inside your door, clenching your jaw as you hear his footsteps behind you- feel him a breath away “You can ignore me all you want and pretend it didn’t happen even though you were there” He murmurs quietly “But when you’re ready to stop fearing everything we could be- could have….my doors always unlocked” He says before walking away, tension in his back and his head hung low
Your heart sinks and your hand grips the door handle tighter, feet fighting the urge to not run after him. You hadn’t expected that- hadn’t expected him to admit to wanting more then what you both gave
Instead you swallow your pride and step inside your room- letting out a shaky breath as you throw your bag on your bed and slump towards your vanity. Chest heaving with guilt
You turn on your TV with a huff, packing your things back into their drawers and throwing clothes into your laundry basket
But still- of course, all you can think about is Bucky. All you’ll probably ever think about is him and how badly you possibly wrecked whatever it is you two could’ve had.
You didn’t think he was the type of man to yearn or love again after his past- and you’d never blame him for it. But for him to be so open and genuine with you- maybe he’s finally allowing his walls to crack for you- only for you to tell him to get dressed and left him in silence.
You don’t last very long pitying yourself inside your room. three hours at the most before you’re making your way not so discreetly towards his room
Steve passes by you and gives you a secret grin, he doesn’t ask where you and Bucky went this morning- and he doesn’t ask about the kiss either
“Wipe that look off your face Rogers- you know nothing” You warn unseriously
“Or maybe I know everything” He teases back as he rounds the corner- then stops and turns back around “By the way he’s in the gym- uhh…not that you’re looking for anyone specific” He mutters before walking away quickly
You pause with your hand on the wall just a few metres from Bucky’s door- then groan and rush to the stairs- not wanting to have to deal with the people on the elevator that will inevitably be there.
The gym is a few floors down- by the time you get there you’re worried you’ll have missed him, but there he is, covered in sweat and concentration, gym shorts- bare feet- a towel beside a water bottle and damp black t-shirt soaking through his back
Your thighs press together before your lips do- and you blurt out
“Holy shit”
He whips around fast- looking into your eyes before carefully dropping the weight from his flesh and metal hand- all you can remember is how they felt on you, how-
“Did Steve tell you I was here?”
“Yes, but it also wouldn’t be hard to assume since you’re always here” You admit as you walk up to him, your hands behind your back
Bucky leans down and grabs his water bottle- but before he can sip it you’re grabbing him by his metal hand and pulling him closer, kissing him apologetically- arms wrapping around his neck
He kisses you back as if he’s been starving- relieved to finally be kissing you again and angry that he ever had to feel as if you were being torn from him in the first place
“What is that? What does this mean?” He asks as he pulls back with a ragged breath- nostrils flaring, sweat dripping down his forehead “Because I’m not letting you go now.”
“It means I’m sorry and….I’m not gonna fight this anymore okay? I…no more running” You shake your head with determination and he looks into your eyes, swallowing before kissing you again- gentle and slow “Which means you- you can’t run either okay, no being ‘angsty Bucky’ with a staring problem who pretends he hates me when he doesn’t” You plead and he chuckles into the kiss before deepening it.
You pull back and grab him gently by his chin to make him stop kissing you, looking into his eyes with seriousness, your own eyes unexpectedly filling with something tender and raw
“What’s wrong?” He whispers tenderly
“I need your words. Okay?” You whisper, forehead falling onto his. His hands grip your lower back and he nods, kissing the corner of your mouth, Because finally- after all the angst and the frustration and the teasing and arguing- you’re finally becoming all he’s ever wanted you to be. His.
“Yes Ma’am.”
Me deciding if I’m gonna be dating Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers in my nighttime scenario
I never choose 🩷 the warmest way to sleep is between two super soldiers
this got blocked on tiktok for being too sexy so.. hi tumblr
ACTUALLY DROOLING
what do you MEAN he kisses like this what do you mean.