𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 — smut, semi-plot, afab!reader, blowjobs & riding, p in v, creampie, face-fucking, slight breeding kink, switch!peeta, overstimulation, squirting, fingering
peeta mellark is a loser.
you often wonder how your boyfriend always radiates charisma whenever he’s in public. infront of cameras, he’s charming, confident, keeps himself composed.
he’ll always keep things professional—even with you. the most you’ll get out of him during a social event is a chaste kiss or a soft peck on the cheek, denying you of anything more.
it amuses you, the way he puts up such an outgoing front—how he treats you like a coworker playing pretend lovers because he can’t keep his dick in his pants whenever you get too touchy.
just imagine the capitol’s reaction if they found out the ‘charming prince’ from district twelve was also just a whining bitch.
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“what the hell was that?” peeta sighs as he drags you into the guest bedroom and locks the door behind you.
"i have no idea what you're on about." you whisper, a hint of mischief in your eyes.
“oh, so you just feeling up on me back there was nothing?” he scoffs.
“it was a light touch. it isn’t my fault you’re sensitive.” you hum, a grin tugging at your lips as you watch his breath hitch.
“the sponsers could’ve seen you.”
“but they didn’t.”
“they could’ve.”
“so what if they did? what’s so wrong with giving them a show? it’s what they want.” you refute, walking closer towards him.
“you—can't just wait till we get back, huh?” he sighs, gulping as you inch closer towards him.
“what did you expect, peeta? how can i keep my hands to myself when you just look so good tonight?” you mock, palming the growing bulge in his pants.
“we can’t—not now.” he sighs.
"we aren't even tonight's centre of attention. nobody will notice that we've left." you smile. your hands run down his tense thighs as you slowly place your knees on the carpet, gazing up at him with those doll-like eyes that you know drives him crazy.
“you don’t have to do this.” he whispers, his hand making his way down to your cheek as his fingers curled around your jaw—the pad of his thumb rubbing small, gentle circles across your skin.
“you know you won't make it through the night without my help.” you hum, unzipping his pants and pulling his member out. it’s already red and hard, precum leaking out the minute you palm it.
“aren’t you a little excited tonight?” you tease, placing soft kisses over its veins and along the sides.
“well you aren’t the only one that’s had to hold back all day.” he sighs, his hand finding a place around the top of your head.
he didn't do anything but watch as the end of your tongue slowly licked up the precum from his tip’s slit. he holds back a moan as you feel his grip tighten ever so slightly around your hair.
“fuck, you’re—ah—mmhph” he whimpered.
his words were shortly cut off the moment you take him into your mouth. never will he get used to just how warm you are when he's inside you. his cock pushes at the back of your throat as you swallow him whole, struggling to resist the urge to buck his hips into your wet mouth.
thankful for the lively crowd in the room next door, you listened to his quiet whimpers and moans. his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure as he his puppy eyes stared down at you. more, is what his expression begged, and who were you to deny him of his need?
his hips slowly jerked and twitched as you bobbed your mouth up and down along his length, your moans vibrated onto him. it was cute, how he tried his best to keep his composure and not fuck your mouth dumb—but you wanted more. so, you gave him a reassuring look, pushing yourself as deep as you could go as he stared into your lustful eyes.
peeta had always been able to read you like a book, so it wasn't hard to understand your expression. if you were to so generously invite him to not hold back, who was he to refuse?
he experimentally rolls his hips into you, letting out a shuddering breath when he feels you swallow around him—his free hand laced into your hair. when you gag around him but still try to take him further, he thrusts deeper, his cock twitching. "fuck, you feel so—good—shit." he moans, quickening his pace.
"wait a minute—hah—don't want to—cum yet." you slowly pull back as he stops rolling his hips, trying to catch your breath.
as soon as you stood back up, he pulled you into a sloppy kiss, sliding his tongue slipping into your wet mouth as he tasted the flavour of your spit and his precum mixed with his own saliva. the two of you moaned and whined as your mouths pressed together. once the kiss had been going on for a while longer, he finally broke it and pulled you towards the bed.
"on the bed," he simply stated. you climbed onto the mattress and sat on your knees, waiting for his next instruction. instead of words, he drew you into his lap, your thighs on either side of his waist.
"lift yourself a little." he whispered, watching as you silently raised your hips. you sighed as your short dress was completely unzipped and thrown to the floor, your panties pushed down to your knees, completely exposing you to him.
“gotta make you feel good too.” he mumbles, his large hands rubbing up and down your inner thighs. you softly moan as he continues to tease you, rubbing right near your cunt but trailing his hand back down before actually touching you. you sigh in relief once his hand finally makes it's way up, softly rubbing against your clit and the folds of your cunt.
it’s embarrassing, how you’re already soaking wet and so welcoming to his fingers as they slowly enter you. you sigh as you feel his hand slowly fill you up, bottoming out. the moment his fingers started curling deep inside of you, your silent whimpers turned into growing moans.
“peeta—fuck, you’re so deep, oh my god—” you slurred, your thighs trembling as he picks up his pace. you begin to burst into loud moans the moment he begins thrusting them at an unspeakable pace. feeling so full, you cried out as his fingers plowed into you mercilessly. his hand snaked up to your mouth, muffling your sounds as he went faster.
“don’t be too loud unless you want everyone out there to hear us.” he whispers, replacing his hand with his mouth. you whimpered and cried, trying your best to keep all those pretty sounds inside as his fingers curled inside you, ramming your cunt at an unfathomable speed.
you could feel your climax as heat started to build up in your stomach. you were so, so close. and then, just as you were about to cum, there was nothing. he pulled out, denying you your release.
“don’t look at me like that, i’ll make sure to fill you up real good.” he whispers, taking off his top and removing his bottoms.
your bodies pressed against each other as you strattled yourself back onto him, the folds of your wet cunt rubbing against his leaking member.
“fuck, i’ll never get used to seeing this.” he hitched, placing his hands at your hips as the two of you grinded into each other.
“let me give you want you need, peeta.” you whisper, placing a soft kiss onto his cheek before pulling back. he only watches, his half-lidded puppy eyes following your every move as you palm his shaft, positioning yourself over him. you spread your legs and took your time pushing into him, burrying yourself deep inside, inch by inch.
“fuck—you're so wet.” he moans.
when you finally bottomed out, your hips took control and began painfully slowly riding him out while gradually increasing your pace. you wanted to watch his desperation escalate.
but it didn’t take long for his whimpers to turn into loud moans as he began whining your name. he started rolling his hips with yours, picking up the pace, and you weren't sure you could hold yourself up much longer.
his sloppy rolls turned into intense ramming as you continued to ride him. he thrusted into you, hitting that deep spot over and over again. you writhed in pleasure, letting out a loud moan. the unrelenting rhythm was everything, the feeling taking you to your peak.
“fuck, peeta! you’re too—mmph’—fast! fuck! oh my god—ah!” you cried, your legs shaking as you bobbed up and down his cock.
“you’re so tight, i need you so bad—i’m gonna—fuck—“ before he could finish his sentence, he pulled you down, suddenly flipping you over. your back was pressed against the mattress as he continued his thrusts.
“fuck—i think i need you for keeps.” he moaned, whimpering as he rammed into you.
“i’m gonna cum—peeta, wait—fuck!” you cried, suddenly feeling his hand press against your overstimulated clit, his fingers pressing down as he plowed into you. your hands pushed at his abs as you were on the verge of cumming.
“fuck, i need to—inside—ah—“ he slurred, his thrusts reaching the fastest he could possibly go. “let me cum inside you—give you my babies.”
“let’s give the capitol what they want—“ he moaned, applying more pressure onto your clit as he rammed into you.
“peeta! i'm—holy shit—fuck!" you could only scream as as you felt a giant gush of heat pool in your stomach. your entire body trembled as you began squirting on his dick—but peeta wouldn’t pull out, he only thrusted himself further into you as you continued your spasm.
“it feels so good!” you whined, feeling so full from his dick filling your cunt as you continued squirting.
"fuck." he moaned, feeling the juices of your cunt squelch inside and around him.
“don’t—don’t pull out—“ you cried, shaking as you gradually came down from your high, your juices slowly leaking out and soaking the mattress as his cock was still buried deep inside you.
your sighs were only interrupted by shrieks the moment peeta started thrusting into you again, overstimulating you after such a short rest.
“wait—ah—fuck! i can’t—it's too much!” you slurred, watching as your juices continued to squirt out every time he thrusted into you.
“i’m—i’m gonna cum—mmph—ah—come on, please, cum with me again, please—” he whined, rutting into you like an animal. as he felt you tighten onto him once again, he pulled you into a kiss, his tongue swirling around yours as his hand pushed your back up, your whole bodies fully pressed against each other as he fucked you stupid.
you whimpered against his mouth as the heat began to build up once more, but his lips muffling your moans as you squirted around him for the second time. his cock stuffed you, slowly grinding but never fully leaving your cunt as the squelches of your wetness slowly squirted out everytime he thrusted.
peeta only let out a long moan as he came inside you, followed by whines and whimpers as the two of you riding your highs together.
once the two of you finally relaxed, peeta pulled out. you watched as a gush of your liquid spilled out of you, his semen slowly seeping out and dripping down your cunt.
“i should provoke you more often.” you weakly sigh, brushing the hair out out of your face with your fingers. he only scoffs as he pulls you into a soft kiss that felt both pure and gentle.
you wondered how long the two of you were gone for from the event, but you had bigger things to worry about—like how in the world you’ll possibly be able to even walk back home.
Summary// Mike has never done anything with a girl like you -actually, a girl in general- before, but once he finds his courage he’s more than eager to learn.
Word count// 2,906
Warnings// SMUT. Mostly porn without plot. Sub/dom switch for both the reader and Mike, loss of virginity, reader gets called mommy, submissive partner, consensual sex, unprotected sex, blink-and-you-miss-it praise and degradation kinks, men whimpering… so on and so forth
A/N// I’m back for now lol, recently got dumped by someone I considered the love of my life SO this is a little bit of an outlet for me. Hope y’all enjoy my latest in the many many fics I have about dark haired desperate men :)
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If you looked at him like that one more time, he was going to cave.
Mike was a patient person, for the most part. He had to be, being the sole caregiver for his moody little sister. But this went beyond biting his tongue when Abby ignored him for the fiftieth time, or being kind to the McDonalds worker who had put pickles on his strictly no-pickled cheeseburger. This was something else entirely.
You sat next to him on the worn-out brown sofa, the dim blue light of the television illuminating your faces as you sleepily watched the end of some b-list horror flick from the 80s about giant sentient robots that eat little kids.
Your hand had moved to his thigh four and a half times. How did he know? He had counted. Why four and a half? Because the last time your hand found it’s way to his leg, you stopped abruptly as he caught your eye. You gave him a small, mischievous smile before withdrawing your hand as you watched his Adam’s apple bob nervously.
“Hey, um-“
“Yeah?” You interrupted Mike before he could even finish, looking at him with hooded eyes. You loved this game the two of you were playing, especially because you knew it was driving him insane.
“Um, are you- I mean-“ Mike swallowed hard. Jesus, he didn’t know what was happening to him but it was more intoxicating than any prescription drug he had abused in his life. “Are you gonna spend the night?”
You had never spent the night at Mike’s house. You were strictly payed to watch Abby from the time she got home from school until he left for work, and you knew good and well you and Mike’s relationship needed to stay platonic for professional reasons.
“Why, do you want me to?” You asked hesitantly.
“I- I um-“ Mike’s eyes seemingly couldn’t find yours, instead gazing at your parted lips. “I wouldn’t mind. I just thought maybe you would uh… I don’t know what I thought actually.”
You sat up on the couch, your brow knitting together as you pondered everything that could possibly go wrong as a consequence of this.
“Don’t you have work?” You questioned.
The expression on Mike’s face implied he had completely forgotten about work in that moment, to your silent amusement.
“I can call in sick.” He said abruptly. Almost over-eagerly, you thought to yourself.
“Are you sick?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow as you watched him squirm. This was too much fun to not mess with him.
“I feel… a little warm…” Mike trailed off as you began leaning toward him, his voice gravelly and his inflection deliciously desperate.
You shifted your weight on the couch so that the seat around him sank slightly, almost trapping him as you inched hesitantly toward him. In your heart of hearts, you knew this was a mistake. He was missing work, and you were staying at work inappropriately too long. Both of you were being highly unprofessional. And you hated that that was thrilling to you.
But Lord, his eyes were so pleading and his stubble was so cute and the bulge in his jeans was growing by the second…
Mike froze as your lips connected with his. You kissed him gently, so as not to overwhelm him as you could tell he was fraught with nerves. Slowly, he kissed you back, his tongue cautiously slipping into your mouth and exploring this forbidden territory.
A low hum, not quite a moan but definitely close, emanated from somewhere in his throat as you began to move your mouth with more passion, your breath growing hot and heavy against his blushing skin.
You were almost in his lap now, and his hands were beginning to unknowingly reach for you, pulling at your hips and running up and down your back as the kiss grew more and more heated.
You knew in the back of your mind that this was Mike’s first time doing this. Logically, it made sense. He was a social recluse, he was awkward, he was shy… but on top of that, you could tell in the unsure way moved his mouth and the way his hands timidly caressed your body; like it was some ethereal thing he was scared would suddenly disappear. He kissed you with a hunger and desire that the rest of his body appeared to be fighting, as he walked the line between self restraint and self respect.
And god, it was taking all of Mike’s self restraint and respect not to roll his hips against yours to get some sort of relief from his untouched and extremely swollen erection.
Finally, you pulled away from Mike panting, eliciting and quiet throaty whine from him that did things to you you wouldn’t even tell your best friend.
“You ready to take this to bed?” You murmured, a playful smile on your lips.
Immediately, your hypothesis about Mike’s innocence was proven correct- simply from the startled expression on his face, his mouth agape slightly as he looked at you with dilated, puppy-like eyes that drove you insane.
“Uhm, about that…” he started, visibly struggling to find the words.
You tilted your head slightly. “Nervous?”
He hesitated for a moment before leaning in, “I’m a virgin.” He murmured into your ear huskily.
You smiled in amusement, cupping his cheek. “So?”
“So… I don’t know what I’m doing.” He admitted, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
“Well, this is how you learn. Unless you’d rather me pack up for the night…?”
“NO.” Mike asserted immediately, causing you to jump a little. His hazel eyes had grown wide as his sweating hands gripped both of your arms, holding you in place as if he was scared you were already reaching for your car keys. “No that um… won’t be necessary.” He reiterated in a softer voice.
Gently, carefully, you took his shaking hand and led him back to the bedroom, unbuttoning your blouse halfway with your free hand. Mike locked the door behind him and as he turned to face you you pressed a kiss to his lips. He brought his hands to your waist and began to guide you backwards towards his bed.
You intended on being very vanilla and gentle with Mike. The last thing you wanted was for him to think less of you after this, largely because a small fragment of you had hope that this was not a one time thing. Even if the muscles that showed through Mike’s t-shirts and the veins in his hands drove you crazy, there was time for doing everything you’d always wanted with him some other time, once he was more comfortable.
While you turned this over in your head as you slipped out of your jeans, Mike was wondering how he could possibly contain himself long enough to not frighten you away. His dick was already rock hard in his boxers, a slick circle of precum starting to form on his jeans. You intoxicated him, making him feel as if he was in a dream. You certainly looked like some fantasy he had concocted whilst high on sleep meds; your hair was slightly tousled, framing your blushing face perfectly. Your body was so perfect and sexy and God- he didn’t even have words for some of the things he wanted to do to you. He was trying -and failing miserably- not to get overly excited.
“So what position would you like to try?” You asked to fill the tense silence during which he was pulling down his jeans.
“Oh uh-“ Mike started, trying to think of something that he could see himself managing as someone completely inexperienced at this. “Maybe missionary? If you’re comfortable with that, I mean.”
You flashed him a smile. He was just as vanilla as you had pegged him to be. Not that you blamed him for it. “Sure, we can do that.”
Mike slowly crawled up the bed toward you, shooting you a questioning glance as he hooked a finger through the waistband of your panties. You nodded, and he tried not to cum in his boxers then and there as he saw the evidence of your arousal in your discarded underwear.
Fuck, it was going to be hard to last more than 15 seconds.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt a thick finger trace a line from your clit to the bottom of your pussy. Mike tried his best not to moan as your hands found his hair, tangling in his curls as his fingers found your clit and began rubbing in gentle, slow circles.
“Are you -fuck- sure this is your first time?” You asked, snickering slightly. You were joking, of course, but holy shit he had found your clit faster than any boyfriend you’d ever had.
Mike hummed, looking up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. “Y’like that?” It was a genuine question, not just dirty talk. He wanted to make sure you were good and wet before he attempted to stuff his dick in you.
You just nodded, your eyes closing as you tried to relax. You had been crushing on Mike Schmidt so long this barely felt real, and even if you were more experience than he was you felt your nerves buzz from the excitement of getting fucked by your long-time infatuation.
A gasp slipped from your lips suddenly as you felt the swollen tip of his dick prod your entrance, and you opened your eyes to meet Mike’s lustful gaze.
His voice was a gravelly whisper. “Can I?”
“Don’t stop.” You consented. If if you couldn’t see his cock, you could feel how big it was and couldn’t help but wonder if he was just incredibly hard, or really that big.
As soon as Mike began to slide into your warmth, he felt something snap inside him. Something buried deep deep down, some primal urge to fuck you until you were begging him to stop and send you home unable to walk.
“F-fuck…” you gasped as he bottomed out, your stomach doing summersaults to accommodate his full length.
Mike just let out a deep, helpless moan as his head fell forward. “Uh, give me a sec…” he whispered.
He didn’t even know if we was going to make it 5 seconds, to hell with 15.
Something mischievous crept into you and you rolled your hips slightly, causing him to meet your eyes with blown pupils as his arms went to either side of your head, pinning you in place. You almost never thought about how much bigger he was than you. But him being bigger than you didn’t mean you couldn’t play with him a little.
He moaned your name as he began to thrust shallowly, just enough to feel you but not enough to make him tip over the edge just yet.
“You feel good Mikey?” You asked sweetly, letting him use you. He was so pretty when he looked desperate and frazzled.
“Mm…” he whined in response, unable to maintain eye contact with you for the pleasure that was overwhelming him and making his head buzz.
“You wanna try something?”
He looked up at you, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. “Yeah..?” he breathed.
Gently, you grabbed his shoulders and guided him as the two of you rolled over in unison, his dick briefly leaving you empty as you assumed your new position straddling his waist. Your hand closed around his shaft and you pumped it a few times, causing a string of precum to dribble down your hand. His fist absently closed around the pillow by his head, his mind already swimming with the image of you riding him as he had imagined it before a million times in this very bed.
You began to slowly lower yourself onto his rigid length, placing your palms on his chest to stabilize yourself. You tried not to show how hard it was to fit all of him inside you, but fuck- was he big.
“OHJESUSCHRIST.” He slurred in one breath as you sat down on his shaft, his hands flying to your thighs.
“You ok, sweet boy?” You cooed.
“I am so ok. I am so so ok.” He replied, shutting his eyes tightly.
You giggled a little as you began rocking your hips back and forth, up and down on his cock, carefully gauging his reaction as you did. His grip on your thighs was iron; he appeared not to have any plans of letting go.
“M-mommy…”
Your eyes widened. “What?” You had to be hearing things. It was so quiet it was almost a whisper.
Mike met your eyes, his expression completely drunk with lust. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” You laughed. “You can call me that.”
He whimpered as you bounced on his dick. “Mommy…” he repeated again, slightly more sure time.
“You’re such good boy, you know that Mikey?” You asked with a voice like molten honey, playing into his clearly love-drunk submissive state.
He nodded, eyes screwed shut and brows scrunched together. “Mhm. ‘M yer g’boy.” He slurred.
“You are, baby.” You reached down and pulled a sweat-soaked black curl out of his eyes.
A string of progressively louder and more desperate moans slipped past his swollen lips, consisting of a slurry of curses and versions of your name that sounded like it was a filthy word that should only be uttered in the privacy of the bedroom.
“Can- can I…” he gasped, his face glistening with sweat and his muscles visibly tight as you bounced up and down on his throbbing cock.
“Can you what, honey? Use your big boy words.” You crooned.
He moaned at your taunting. You had no idea the filthy pornographic thoughts that were floating through his mind. “I wanna fuck you in doggy…” he murmered.
You raised your eyebrows. You were impressed: you didn’t think you would bring out this side of him this fast.
“Yeah? You can do that, baby.”
Mike didn’t need you to tell him twice. You yelped as he grabbed your shoulders, easily picking you up and flipping you over as he rolled to get on top of you. One hand firmly planted on your back, he positioned your hips with the other hand with a swiftness he had only practiced in his mind late at night when he couldn’t sleep.
You cried out into the pillow as he shoved his dick back into you, his hands gripping your hips as he groaned at how tight you were from behind.
“Been waiting for this…” he whispered as he began to thrust harder and harder, causing you to pant and palm at the sheets.
“Mike…” you moaned softly.
“ Fuckk- yeah?” He replied in between thrusts, his brow furrowed and mouth agape. His name sounded so hot coming from your mouth.
“Please cum in me… please…” Your head was reeling. You knew he wasn’t wearing a condom, but that was a problem for later, even if you were dimly aware that you couldn’t think clearly right now over the slopping sound of his cock filling you up from behind.
He raised his eyebrows. “Y-yeah? You want that?”
You nodded, practically drooling on yourself as tears filled your eyes.
“Well if that’s what you want, that’s what you’re gonna get, you little slut.” He grunted as he humped your ass harder.
Mike felt so dirty for not caring whether or not you had weighed out that decision, but if he was being honest with himself, he could care less. All that mattered to him in that sex-drunk moment was filling you up and making you his, and keeping you coming back for more everyday so that he could keep using you like this. Because god, it felt so fucking good.
Your climax slammed into you out of nowhere. You didn’t know if it was feeling him press into your g-spot over and over or the absolutely disgusting noises coming from his panting mouth, but before you knew it you were screaming his name into the pillow as your walls clenched around his cock.
And that was all Mike needed.
He moaned profusely, his hands gripping your body so tightly there was no way you would walk away without bruises. He thought his orgasm would never end, as he just kept spilling more and more of his load into the warm wetness that enveloped him.
Finally, Mike collapsed on top of you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You felt his hot breath on your skin as his cum leaked out of you, the two of you panting like you had just run a marathon.
After what felt like forever, Mike shifted his weight off of you and brushed the hair from your flushed face with one knuckle.
“Was that-was I… ok?” He asked gently, almost making you laugh. He was a completely different person 10 minutes ago, now he was the same old Mike you babysat for.
“It was amazing, thank you baby.” You nodded, laughing as you cupped his stubbly cheek.
He smiled, a rare occurrence these days but a welcome one. “Can uh… can we do this again?”
You mirrored his smile, your heart thrumming in its cage. “I would love to.”
The two of you lay together, relishing each others warm embrace until the sun peeked it’s face through the yellowed blinds of Mike’s bedroom window. You smiled softly to yourself as you realized Mike had fallen asleep, soft snores coming from his open mouth, his arm still wrapped around you tightly where you lay on his bare chest. Clearly, his first time had taken everything out of him.
You brushed a curl from his face and planted a soft kiss on his prickly cheek.
“Sleep well Mikey.”
Little did you know, that was the best sleep Mike had gotten all week long. You were a better drug than his prescription.
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can I write other stuff besides smut? absolutely. do I really want to? nah. possibly some lighter stuff on the way tho if I can find the energy. thanks for reading, don’t forget to like, comment, and follow for more!
Summary // First it's a crush, then a summer fling, then the start of something deeper. But can you overcome a major insecurity in order to share the ultimate bond?
Word Count // 5,349
Warnings // Buckle up. SMUT, first off, pining, fluff, angst, loss of virginity, unprotected (consensual) sex, rough sex, teasing, choking (yes the metal arm how'd you guess), size kink, virginity kink, metal arm kink, degradation kink, cum play, power play(?), name calling, finger fucking, oh god I think that's it lemme know tho, I'm so sorry lol
Requested By // @elle14-blog1
A/N // this turned out WAY longer than I intended, but tysm for the request! I hope it's what you had in mind, I had such an awesome time writing it :))
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When you first met Bucky, it was a hazy summer afternoon.
The sky was painted purple and gold as the sun began to sink over the horizon, the reflection of the blue clouds dancing on the water.
“Hey!” Sarah waved to you excitedly, dropping the net in her hands and rushing up the grassy hill to hug you.
"Hi Sarah. I't's so good to see you." You smiled, wrapping your arms around her tightly. You hadn't seen her since the conflict with Sam started, and you had been worried sick that she would get wrapped up in that mess and end up hurt. You looked over her shoulder, seeing Sam making his way toward you from the docks.
"Hey Sam, it's been a while." You greeted him as you pulled away from Sarah, shaking his hand the secret way you two used to do a long time ago, the complicated motions now muscle memory.
You talked with your old friends, listening intently as Sam shared stories of John Walker and the shield. The three of you were childhood friends; you even went to the same college as Sarah. The way you talked and laughed, you'd never know any of the past couple years ever happened.
Something caught your attention as Sarah recounted the latest of her son's pranks. The glint of gold hair in the evening light was your first clue Steve was making his way toward you, but you frowned slightly at the second person walking beside him. Slightly shorter in stature, with dark hair and a strange left arm that gave off a metallic sheen.
Oh. That must be him.
Sam and Steve had told you about Bucky in the past. And, well, you'd seen him on the news, framed in a not-so-flattering light. You'd never seen him in person, however, and you watched him with curiosity as the pair joined you and your friends.
Steve nodded at you and smiled. You returned the gesture, eyes still darting to Bucky as he hovered just behind Steve awkwardly.
"Hey old man." You joked, dragging your attention away from Bucky for a second to hug Steve. "You holdin' up ok?"
Steve scoffed at your ribbing, patting you on the back. "As well as I can be. Oh- um,"
He stepped aside, prompting Bucky to step forward, your eyes meeting his crystal blue gaze for the first time. "This is Bucky. Bucky, this is Y/n." He introduced you two.
Bucky extended his hand --the flesh one--, and you shook it. "It's nice to meet you, Y/n." He said, a smile gracing his lips. Your heart fluttered a little, but you ignored it.
"You too. I've heard a lot about you." You nodded, smiling politely.
Bucky looked like he was trying to figure out if that was a good or a bad thing when Sam interrupted, asking if you all should head down to the docks for a beer. You nodded enthusiastically, glad for a distraction from the growing uneasy feeling in your stomach.
The rest of the evening you spent with your friends, joking and laughing like old times, but there was a difference between now and your previous hangouts with the group. The difference was the fleeting glimpses you snuck at Bucky, and the blood rushing to your head when yours eyes accidentally met.
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You were glad to be back in your hometown. The slow, sticky summer days made your time there feel like forever, and you couldn't be happier. Well- you would be, if it wasn't for your growing infatuation with Bucky Barnes.
See, you hadn't moved back to Delacroix to have a schoolgirl crush on your best friends' best friend. You came to help Sarah with her busy life, visit your old haunts, and maybe feel a little sun on your skin- it would be a welcome change from the dreary weather in Chicago. But, unfortunately, that wasn't happening. Instead, you were currently tarring a hole in the fishing boat, with the Winter Soldier breathing down your neck.
"Are you sure you don't need any help? I can-"
"I'm fine, really. I've got it." You cut him off more impatiently than you intended, and you wondered if some of that frustration was directed inward.
He mumbled something like "Oh, ok." and started to leave, and you instantly felt a wave of shame wash over you.
"Wait, no I'm..." You sighed, grabbing his wrist. "I'm sorry. Don't go."
"Y'know if you're scared of me you can just say so doll, I'll leave ya alone." He mumbled, looking away.
Your eyes widened; that was not at all the impression you meant to give. "What? No! I'm not scared of you. I just..." You wrestled with yourself, trying to find the right words.
"What?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I- I dunno, you just... you..." You groaned, raking your hands through your hair in frustration. "You make me feel- I don't know... uncomfortable."
You kicked yourself internally. Great choice of words.
You saw his metal arm tense on the wrench in his hand as he hung his head. "Yeah I... I got that. Listen- I should go..." He sighed, turning his back to you.
You didn't know what hit you, but it felt like the world was ending when he turned away. You panicked, and without thinking your hand shot out to grab Bucky's, tugging him back to you.
"Please, that's not what I meant." You said quietly, your eyes meeting. You were now nearly chest-to-chest, you having unintentionally pulled him closer.
"Then what do you mean?" Bucky asked, shifting uncomfortably. Your hands were still intertwined; you had forgotten to let go.
Your mouth moved but no words came out, and finally you decided to end your own misery. You stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his so softly it was like you were scared you'd break him. What felt like forever passed, even if it was just a few seconds. Heart beating in your throat, you started to back away as he didn't show any signs of reciprocating.
Just when you felt like you'd made an egregious error, Bucky placed his rough hand on your waist, pulling you closer gently as he kissed you back. You hummed in surprise, the feeling of his soft lips on yours making you melt into him, your hand resting on his shoulder.
"That was..." Bucky hummed as he pulled away to catch his breath, his forehead resting on yours.
"Warm." You blurted out, eyes wide as you processed what had just happened. Bucky gave you an amused look.
"You're um. Very warm for someone named the "Winter Soldier"." you laughed nervously, your head still spinning.
He laughed, pink coloring his cheeks. "Thank you, I think."
There was an awkward pause, the sound on the wind on the water filling the silence.
"Would you wanna go get ice cream sometime? Or- or anything, it doesn't have to be ice cream." Bucky asked finally, studying his feet. You loved how nervous he was- it made you feel better about your own anxiety.
You nodded, smiling. "I'd love to."
Thus began the start of your puppy-love summer romance with Bucky Barnes.
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By one week, you two were getting curious looks. The amount of time you spent together was increasing, and you knew it wasn't long before people pieced it together. You were right; by two weeks, everyone knew.
And by one month, under the shade of a willow tree after a long day of hard work, Bucky told you he loved you for the first time.
You stole moments with each other throughout the day: a quick peck on the cheek as you passed the other, a hug at the end of a hot day, or just the occasional loving gaze from across the boat as you talked to one of the others. No one really said anything about it, save for the odd cheeky look from Sam, knowing smile from Steve, or nudge in the side from Sarah. You and Bucky were starstruck for each other, and you felt like every late night sitting on the porch or whispered "I love you", you fell deeper and deeper in love. Bucky's eyes seldom strayed from you while you were together, wearing the same boyish grin every time you saw each other. He was falling head over heels for you, and knowing that only made the butterflies in your stomach stronger.
However, something kept prodding at the back of your mind, making you uneasy every time Bucky's tongue slipped into your mouth while you kissed. The uneasy feeling only grew stronger when one evening (the third month of your relationship) Sarah insisted that her and the boys --as well as the grown boys, Steve and Sam-- get out of the house for a little while to watch a movie. Leaving you and Bucky home alone.
You knew what she was trying to do. You did. And some part of you really appreciated it. But as you watched the car pull away before you shut the front door, you couldn't help the anxiety that seemed to crawl under your skin.
"You ok doll? You look a little green around the gills."
You nearly jumped, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as Bucky spoke into your ear, his arms wrapping around you from behind playfully.
"Oh! Um, yeah! Yeah I'm fine." You smiled nervously, kissing him on the cheek gently.
He looked skeptical, but didn't press further. "Alright, if you say so. I came to ask if you'd like to watch a movie? I figured since the others went to see one, we could do one here..."
You smiled at the gesture, your hands ruffling his dark hair gently as you turned to face him. "That sounds great." Relief washed over you; you wouldn't have to confront your fear just yet.
Bucky pecked you on the cheek before setting off to make popcorn, while you arranged blankets and pillows on the couch, and put on Casablanca- something you knew Bucky would enjoy. He joined you on the sofa, draping an arm over your shoulders as the two of you got settled in and started the movie.
As the movie progressed, you found it increasingly hard to focus. Your eyes kept darting to Bucky, admiring the shape of his jaw and the way a few strands of his hair fell in his eyes from the summer humidity. You heart beat faster every time his tongue darted out to lick his lips, or as you studied the way the knob of his throat moved when he took a sip of his drink.
Before you knew it, the film had arrived at a major kiss scene, and Bucky stole a glance at you, wondering if he should kiss you too. You scooted toward him as you noticed, and he cupped your cheek, his eyes resting on your parted lips.
"I love you." You whispered, smiling.
"I love you too sweetheart." He drawled before pressing his lips to yours, his hand shifting to cradle the back of your head. You kissed him back blissfully, feeling a hand on your back guiding you into his lap. You followed his lead, your mouths moving together seamlessly as you wrapped your arms around him, straddling his thick thighs.
The movie played in the background, long forgotten. Kissing Bucky felt like your favorite song, or like the sound of crickets when the sun first dips behind the trees. It felt heavenly, and you didn't want to stop. Your insecurities forgotten, you parted your lips further, permitting Bucky's tongue to explore your mouth, as you did the same with his. His hand squeezed your waist, slowly moving toward the waistline of your jogging pants, his fingers dipping just below the edge. You nipped at his bottom lip, prompting him to let out a low moan as his grip tightened on your waist.
You became aware of a warm, wet feeling between your legs, and a gentle but persistent pressure. You moved your hips forward at this pleasant feeling, and Bucky groaned loudly, to your surprise.
Suddenly, it dawned on you. "Oh. Oh." You said quietly, looking up at Bucky wide-eyed, your cheeks heated.
"I didn't mean to-" You started, embarrassed for a reason you couldn't decipher.
"It's ok, baby. It's for you." Bucky reassured you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
You looked at him and nodded, hesitating before rocking back and forth again experimentally. It prompted another deep moan from Bucky, his hands slowly starting to move your hips back and forth with him. You felt the bulge in his pants grow more pronounced between your thighs, the friction even through your pants making you wet. You panted softly as he started moving your hips faster, groans escaping his lips with every grinding motion. Finally, he looked up at you, eyes dark with longing.
"Can I take you to the bedroom?" He asked, his gaze intense with something you hadn't seen in him before.
You hesitated for an uncomfortable couple of seconds before nodding. You were not going to be weird about this. He didn't need to know.
"Yes." You whispered, kissing his stubbly cheek as he lifted you suddenly, carrying you toward his room.
A few tension-filled seconds later and he was letting you down softly onto his mattress and climbing in after you, kissing you passionately. You kissed him back as he climbed on top of you, his arms making a cage on either side of your head as he pressed his clothed length into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan.
"You're so beautiful..." He rumbled in your ear as you felt his hand dip under the band of your sweatpants, hesitating at the edge of your panties as he looked to you for permission.
Don't be weird. Stop it. You're overthinking all of this. He's your boyfriend.
You nodded weakly, desperately trying to keep yourself from having a full-on anxiety attack.
He started to tug your pants down slowly, hungrily, and just when you were almost exposed... you panicked.
"Stop! Stop, wait, I can't..." You blurted out, two inches from a panic attack.
Bucky looked up at you in surprise, letting go of your pants immediately and sitting up. "What? What is it, doll?" He asked in a voice almost as panicked as yours.
You shook your head, breathing raggedly. "I- I... I don't..."
He shifted up to sit next to you, starting to wrap his arms around you but then stopping himself as if we wasn't sure if he should.
"Honey? What's wrong?" He asked again, worry lines forming on his face.
"I can't do this, I'm- I can't." You panted, looking at him in fear.
He raised his eyebrows. "Why? Are you ok?"
"I'm... I'm scared..." You replied quietly, tears almost forming in your eyes. Your lip quivered as you let out a sharp breath.
Bucky looked hurt. Not as in he was hurt you couldn't fuck him. Hurt as in he had just taken what you said to mean you were scared of him.
"Oh, I see. That's ok baby, we don't have to do anything."
You realized, somewhere in the painful silence that followed, that in your panic had said something potentially hurtful.
"Oh, Bucky, I hope you didn't take that as- baby I'm not scared of you." You corrected yourself, cupping his cheek as you calmed down.
He looked at you, pain lingering in his blue eyes. "Yer not?" He said, almost pitifully. You felt your heart wrench.
"No, no of course not. It's just... I'm a..." Not for the first time in your relationship, you found yourself struggling for words.
You took a deep breath as Bucky raised an eyebrow confusedly, steadying yourself. "Baby... I'm a virgin." You sighed at last, meeting his eye.
There was a pause before Bucky spoke. "Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked softly.
"I don't know... I guess I thought you would judge me, or wouldn't want to do... me anymore." You breathed, ashamed. You looked away, but immediately felt Bucky's hand on your cheek, turning your face back to him.
"You never judged me, not once in our relationship. Why the hell would I judge you for something so insignificant? Of course I still want to do this, I love you." He said, that intensity from before back in his eyes as he stared at you.
"I do too, I was just nervous... I don't really know how to do this." You admitted. Unfortunately you grew up incredibly sheltered, and while you weren't completely innocent, there were a lot of things you had still yet to learn.
He leaned in to kiss you, and as he pulled away he whispered --lips still almost touching-- "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm gonna take good care of you."
You shivered at his words, feeling the warmth between your thighs throb and pulse. He moved back on top of you, one hand moving down again and hovering just above your waistband. This time, you nodded with conviction, and his hand instantly slipped into your pants.
A throaty moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers instantly brush your clit, beginning to rub in slow, tight circle.
"Oh, that feels good." You breathed, eyes fixed on his broad chest as he began rubbing gradually faster, spreading your growing arousal around as you felt your body heating up.
"Yeah? Think you can take one of them inside you, baby?" He asked, his eyes boring a hole in you.
You took a deep breath and nodded. You had used toys before, you knew sort of what that felt like.
Turns out you were wrong.
His thick middle finger slipped inside you and you gasped sharply, your walls instantly contracting around him.
"Oh, oh Bucky it's tight..." You groaned as he began sliding his finger up and down, meanwhile using the palm of his hand to grind against your aching clit.
"Shh, it'll be ok baby, you'll get used to it. Just relax." Bucky hushed you, his finger curling inside you.
"AH!" You gasped again as a wave of pain and pleasure shot through you, the tip of his finger brushing a spongy spot deep inside you.
"Shh," Bucky hushed again, "there's a good girl. That feel good?"
You nodded, eyes shut tightly as you moaned.
"That's good. God, you're fucking soaked, all this already doll?" He purred, pulling out of you to lick your dripping arousal off of his finger, moaning at your sweet taste. The sound of your moan mingled with his as you watched him, growing hornier by the second.
"How does this sound," Bucky started, leaning down to lick your lips, spreading your own wetness over your mouth. "If I make you cum in the next three minutes, I get to stuff my cock inside you. Only if you're comfortable with it." He added, remembering your lack of experience.
You were practically drooling now, your eyes particularly fixed on his metal arm, remembering the feeling of his thick finger inside you. The metal arm had long been an object of your attraction, but you never quite understood to what end and why. Until this moment.
"Only if you use that." You said, nodding at his bionic left arm.
He followed your gaze, raising his brow as he chuckled. "My arm?"
You nodded, smiling sheepishly. "It- it um... it does things to me..."
His expression suddenly changed to one of understanding, a devilish smile creeping onto his lips. "Oh, I see. That can be arranged."
Before you knew what was happening you felt your neck pressing into the mattress, a sudden, building pressure sitting on your throat. Slowly, it registered, and you realized Bucky's metal hand was wrapped tightly around your throat, his thighs straddling you. You choked, the mixture of pressure and arousal swirling inside you, getting you high.
"This turn you on, sweetheart?" Bucky asked, with a tone of almost inappropriate sweetness for what he was doing to your body.
You just clawed at his hand, blood rushing to your head as he choked the life out of you.
"Aw, poor sweet thing." Bucky teased you, his bottom lip forming a fake pout. "But you asked for this, didn't you? And now you're fucking squirming in my hand. It's pathetic." He snarled, his grip tightening.
Just as you started to black out he released you, your chest heaving as you gasped for air.
"Bucky... please..." You whined, your throat hoarse and painful.
"You ready for me to fuck you with this, doll?" Bucky asked, still straddling you as he held up his metal hand. "Remember our deal. You're gonna be begging for me to stop by the time you release."
You moaned, your core throbbing. You had never seen this side of Bucky, were never even given to reason to believe it existed. Your gentle giant boyfriend, the one who brought you lunch and took you on drive-in dates, was now practically tearing your pants off, metal arm flexing as he prepared to fuck you mercilessly with it.
And God, if he wasn't blissfully, wonderfully aware that you were loving every second of it.
"Fuck me, please..." You moaned, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
You inhaled sharply, clawing at the sheets as you felt the cold metal of two of his fingers slide into you suddenly, twisting and making you feel like they were twisting your guts with them. They curled, touching that spongy spot, and you moaned. Your hands tangling in his hair as he fucked you into the mattress.
"This what you wanted? Huh? My metal fingers penetrating the fuck out of you? Answer me!" He barked as he got nothing but moans in response.
"Yes, yes baby... 's so good, I'm gonna..." You panted, feeling yourself go cross-eyed already.
"Aw, you gonna cum already babydoll? We've barely just begun. But then again, I need you to save some of yourself for when I stuff my cock up that tight little virgin cunt of yours." He growled in your ear as he pumped his fingers into you, his words sending you spiraling over the edge.
The moans you were making were borderline pornographic, your entire body convulsing as you felt yourself start to release.
"Bucky! Bucky I'm- I'm cumming... Ahh..." You gasped, your grip on his hair tightening as you spilled yourself all over his fingers, your cum dripping down the metal of his arm as you went limp.
"Ohh, fuck baby, good girl. Let it all out for me." Bucky purred, slipping his fingers out of your and letting you taste yourself as you rode out your high.
You had never felt like this. No self-inflicted orgasm you'd ever had was this intense, nor the pleasure leading it up to it that delicious. You felt electric, your nerves numb as Bucky held you, murmuring words of praise.
"Bucky..." You breathed, looking up at him as you came down off your high.
"Yeah baby?"
"I- I want more. Please..." You said, your eyes already darting to the massive bulge in his pants.
His cock jumped in his pants, arousal flooding his veins; he hadn't expected you to recover that soon. He wasn't actually going to pressure you about your end of the deal, but you looked so pitifully cock-starved, and well... since you asked so nicely...
"Yeah sweetie? You sure you're ready for more?" He asked gently, as if he wasn't crawling out of his skin to get inside you, to fill you up till you couldn't breathe.
You nodded vigorously, already intoxicated from him fingerfucking you. You had never felt this goddamn horny in your life; you didn't even care where he stuck his cock at this point, you just needed to feel it.
Bucky let out a breath, his cock already rock hard and straining against his sweatpants. "Take your shirt off baby, I wanna be able to admire all of you while I fuck you brainless." He ordered, his voice deep and dripping with lust.
You obeyed, your bare breasts now exposed, and then reached for his clothes, Bucky helping you tug his t-shirt off over his head. You had seen him shirtless once before --you were up early and we was up doing laps-- and you almost got a nosebleed immediately. This time was no different. To say he was chiseled would be giving too much credit to sculptors. He was godlike, and you wanted to worship and obey him as such.
Bucky leaned down to suck on the mound of one of your breasts, his tongue circling your sensitive nipple as you moaned. Your hands wandered down to his pants, desperately trying to pull them down.
"You seem eager, doll." Bucky rumbled, grabbing your wrists. "You want my fat cock inside you that fuckin bad?"
"Bucky, I need it, I need more, please..." You whined, looking into his eyes for any sign of sympathy. You found none.
"Need it, she says." Bucky chuckled to himself, looking down at you coldly. "You need to be taught a lesson. Not to get in over your pretty head with a cock too big for your tight virgin pussy. And there's only one way to learn that, isn't there sweetheart?"
You whimpered, just now realizing exactly how big the outline in his pant was. You were in over your head, he was right. But it didn't make you want it any less; you were addicted to fucking him.
Bucky slowly pulled his pants down, one hand squeezing your breast as the other took his cock out, the sight of which made your mouth dry. He was at least eight inches, his swollen tip red and angry and dribbling precum all down his shaft. His balls hung heavy with cum, throbbing with arousal as he looked you over.
You couldn't help yourself- one of your hands wandering down to stroke the length of his shaft, feeling him pulse under you. He groaned loudly, his metal hand grabbing you by the shoulder and pinning you to the bed. With the other hand he grabbed your thigh harshly, lifting your leg up and guiding it over his shoulder. He did the same on the over side, until you were completely prone and exposed to him, your pussy throbbing and drooling all over itself.
He looked down at you as he stroked himself, the very sight of your exposed, helpless body almost enough to make him cream himself right then and there. He held back though; he had the intention of painting your insides white with his seed by the time this was over.
He leaned forward, brining your knees closer to your chest as his enormous tip teased your entrance. "I've been waiting so fucking long for this." He groaned, before sliding into you slowly, the sound of his sigh of ecstasy mixing with your pained gasps.
"Bucky, Bucky it hurts..." You breathed, eyes glossy with tears.
"I know it does, baby. But this is the only way to learn." Bucky responded, jutting his hips forward suddenly and bottoming out in you, causing you to scream in pain briefly. His eyes rolled back as he moaned, feeling your hymen break around him.
"Ohh my fucking God, fuck." Bucky grunted as he pulled out briefly and slid back into you, stretching your tight pussy out slowly.
Your quiet gasps gradually turned into moans, the pain morphing into bliss as his thrusted a little bit faster every time he slid back in. He leaned forward even more, you knees almost passing your shoulders as he pounded into you.
"You know how long I've waited to fuck you like this, doll? To feel you stretch around me? It's fucking torture, every day you walk around in those fucking short shorts and a crop top, taunting me. And then you act like its a fucking turnoff that no ones ever fucked your pretty little cunt before me?" He growled, his grunts turning animalistic. A string of moans escaped your lips, your arousal burning as your body rocked with every harsh movement of his hips.
"Fuck!" He grunted loudly, slamming into you, every divot, ridge and vein in his cock pleasuring you out of your mind. "You say you're not scared of me? I'll give you a fucking reason to be scared, you little slut, gonna use you like my personal fucktoy until you're completely broken. You want that?"
"Please, I'll do anything baby you feel so fucking good, don't stop..." You whimpered, fists balled up and pressed into his chest as he pumped into you over and over and over.
"Oh, I don't fucking plan to, sweetheart. I'm gonna use you until you milk the cum out of my cock, which isn't gonna be long... Fuck, fuck fuck..." He panted, his balls slapping against your ass as he thrusted wildly, a mixture of your arousal and his leaking out of your clenching hole.
Your orgasm hit you with no warning. Your eyes glossed over, vision cloudy as you went rigid, your pussy clamping down even harder than your last time as you creamed all over his throbbing, swollen cock.
"BUCKY! I'M-" You breathed, your words dissolving into unintelligible moans as you clenched around him.
"Oh, ohhh my God, fuck baby I'm so fucking full for you, gonna spill all of this for you... fuckkk..." Bucky groaned, slamming into you through your orgasm, the feeling of your cunt gripping his dick sending him closer and closer to release. His buildup was almost painful now, all he needed was a couple more good thrusts...
He grunted, his pace faltering as his hips stuttered, the most vulgar, pornographic moan you'd ever heard coming out of his open mouth as his load spilled all over your insides, emptying out his cock completely.
He collapsed on top of you, still cumming. You stroked his hair as he rode out his intense orgasm, and finally he went still.
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"Baby?" He mumbled into your shoulder after a while, still inside of you.
"Yes?"
"'M sorry." He said, pulling out as he looked down at you teary eyed, to your confusion.
"Why??" You asked, worried.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, looking down in between you two.
You burst out laughing, your hands cupping his cheeks as you pressed a kiss to his swollen lips. "Baby, no. That was incredible. Thank you for an amazing first time." You smiled.
His expression changed into one of relief. "Oh thank God. I'm glad you enjoyed it, honey. I've never felt this way about someone before..."
"Me neither. But I'm glad it's you."
He nodded, grinning. "I'm glad it's you, too."
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"So, what did you guys do while we were gone?" Sam asked, leaning on the kitchen counter after he had finally gotten the boys put to bed.
You two glanced at each other nervously, trying to think of an alibi, before Sarah nudged Sam hard in the ribs.
"Ow! What the hell?"
"It's none of your business, Samuel." She scolded him, winking not-so-subtly at you.
Your face grew hot and you mumbled the ghost of an excuse like "we just watched a movie", eyes fixed on your feet.
And well, you did. But you enjoyed the part after that a whole lot more.
After everyone had gone to bed, you and Bucky sat on the porch steps, hands intertwined as your watched clouds rolls across the night sky, the occasional flash of heat lightning illuminating the darkness.
"Bucky?"
"Hm?"
"I think I wanna stay here longer than the summer."
Bucky looked at you, his eyes bright as he smiled. "You sure?"
You nodded. "Yeah. I'm thinking there's more to this place than alligators and my annoying friends."
"Like me?" He grinned playfully. You laughed.
"Yeah. Like you."
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[What I think dating Avengers men would be like: summer edition]
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Thor
They don't really have seasons in Asgard, it's just sorta always spring-ish, so he has to adjust a lot
Once he does understand why people like summer so much, he's all about it
Look at him. He's a dog guy. He will buy you a dog just so you guys can go hiking together (the dog is consequently weird as fuck bc Thor got it from a very obscure seller)
Loves anything outdoorsy. You will rarely catch him inside, and if he is it's because he's badly trying to make you lunch to surprise you
He looks like a "walks on the beach" kinda guy
But. Not in like... the way his dad died... *cough*
Anyway, he's also a pool person. He definitely doesn't like it in part because he gets to see you in a swimsuit..
He will splash you
If there are kids in the pool they won't be in there for long
Atomic-grade canonball.
Bruce
Bruce hates the heat. He hates it
Does not want to go outside or do anything conventionally summery
He just wants to sit inside, maybe on the porch and drink lemonade with you
Will def play you and beat you at boardgames and any video games you like
He doesn't understand video games, but he tries
This cinnamon roll can make cinnamon rolls, aka breakfast in bed
Definitely tries to make up for the fact he hates going outside by spoiling you
I'm talking full-on indoor spa, clay masks and everything
He will let you do his nails
He's not allowed to do yours after the incident... your whole fingers were mint green
Clint
Somehow he feels older than Tony don't ask me how I-
We love our bird boi. this is a bird boi stanning household
CONCERTS
All the live music you can ask for
Including road trips to go see shows out of state
Late night gas station runs to get slushies
McDonalds on the road to shows
Basically he just loves food. You will never ever have to ask him if he wants to go out, he always does
Takes you clothes shopping and lets you pick out outfits for him
All the movie nights. Loves watching scary movies, and ofc you guys have a snack arsenal for the marathon
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Summary // Your deadbeat boyfriend ditches you at a party, and Bucky insists you deserve better. If he has to prove it to you, he will.
Word Count // 3,754
Warnings // SMUT. Almost plotless, filthy smut. Cheating, oral sex (m!receiving), hint of jealousy, possessive sex, unprotected (consensual) sex, rough sex, overstimulation, spanking, little bit of cum play, daddy kink, size kink, name calling, the insinuation that Bucky is in the mafia, swearing... you get the idea I think. Don't read it if you're uncomfortable with these things.
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The incessant chatter of the party filled your head like a symphony of extroverts, prompting you to retreat to the restroom within the first half hour.
You wanted to wash your face, but you were wearing makeup, so you settled for washing your hands thoroughly and fixing your hair.
Your boyfriend had disappeared into the tides of people as soon as you arrived —undoubtedly to get blackout drunk and make out with a random girl— so you were left awkwardly standing around, sipping your drink out of politeness but wishing desperately to find one, just one sober person to converse with.
You sighed, swinging open the bathroom door and immediately crashing into someone’s chest, sending you stumbling backwards.
Stammering out an apology, you took the hand of your victim as they helped you up, and came face to face with a very handsome, seemingly sober man. Great, some company.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." You apologized awkwardly, noticing his rough hand linger just little too long over yours.
He nodded. "No worries."
There was a moment of awkward silence. He looked away, eyes scanning the crowd of people as if looking for something. You took the time to study him, eyes darting from his sharp, rugged jawline to his steel blue eyes. He was wearing black dress pants you noticed, --just a little too formal for a place like this-- as well as a dress shirt and tie. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular arms. Well- one arm. You stared curiously at his left arm, apparently a prosthetic. It reflected the dim, multicolored lights of the party, and flexed just like a real human arm as he turned and extended a hand.
"I'm forgetting my manners," He said as you shook his hand. "I'm Bucky Barnes."
You nodded, observing his eyes hover just above the bow of your lips. "Y/n. Nice to meet you. Who do you know here?" You inquired with a tilt of your head.
The corners of his lips twitched up in a strange smile. "Ah, I'm more looking for someone, really. And you?"
Your brow furrowed slightly at his strange answer, but decided not to press any further. "Oh, um..." You turned to look through the crowd, trying to pick out your boyfriend. "I'm here with-"
Your heart dropped into your stomach as your gaze locked onto the scene of your boyfriend, jeans unzipped, in the back of the room with a girl you didn't know pressed up against the wall under him. His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist as he kissed her roughly, one hand dipping under the waistband of her skirt.
"My... boyfriend..." You whispered, your finger still lingering in the air from where you'd pointed him out.
Bucky's expression was unreadable, his eyes dark as he stared down at you. You said nothing, internally crumbling from embarrassment.
"Does he always do this?" Bucky asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"Run off like that- touch other girls?" He said, his tone taking on a menacing inflection.
"Um..." You looked at your feet, hands fidgeting with the hem on the stupid tight dress your boyfriend had insisted you wear, as if he was going to be looking at you for more than ten seconds. "Yeah." You sighed finally.
Bucky took a step closer, making you tense up. He brought a hand to your cheek, turning your chin up to look at him gently. His eyes were burning with a strange, dangerous fire, his stubbled jaw clenching. "You deserve so much better than him sweetheart." He said darkly, staring openly at your mouth.
You felt blood rush to your cheeks, becoming acutely aware of just how much he towered over you. "It's really ok, we aren't that serious anyway." You said, waving your hands in dismissal and questioning why you were defending your ass of a boyfriend.
Bucky tilted his head, his eyes still gleaming dangerously. "No man should treat his girlfriend like that. What's a pretty thing like you doing with a dick like him?"
You two were very, very close now. Close enough for you to smell the mint of his breath and feel it hitting your face. "I don't- I don't know..." You trailed off, feeling things you knew you shouldn't be feeling. You were hypnotized, lost to the maze in the gray of his eyes, and as much as you wanted to fight it- you were enjoying it.
Bucky paused, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he stared a hole in you.
"You deserve better, doll. You deserve to know how it feels for a man to give everything for you. To you."
You looked down in shame, but he tilted your chin back up with a metal finger.
"Can I ask you something?" He said, his face dangerously close to your own.
You didn't know why, but you didn't feel threatened. You knew that might be a mistake- that in most cases it was, but something about the way he looked at you made your head buzz, and you wanted more.
"Yes?" You said, almost in a whisper.
"Do you want to know how it feels?" He asked, his breath heavy and eyes dark. "For a man to worship you?"
Your eyes widened, your heart beating like a drum in your throat. You felt so light headed that you wondered if you'd had too much to drink- then you remembered you'd only had a few sips. Whatever this feeling was, you felt it sober.
"What do you mean?" You breathed, eyes fixed on the way his Adams apple moved when he swallowed.
"I can give you everything he never will. If you'll have me."
The room was spinning. The only thing standing still was you, and him. You breathing was fast and fluttering, your stomach filled with butterflies like a schoolgirl seeing her crush. You cursed yourself; everything you felt was wrong. Your boyfriend was fine, this was cheating. He treated you fine, he just... had needs. You couldn't expect him to be satisfied with just you, with eating your pussy.
Then you stole a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, his hands wandering another girls body, gripping her ass, pushing himself onto her drunkenly. You decided then and there that you'd had enough.
You looked up at Bucky, who was patiently awaiting an answer. "Yes. Ok." You breathed, bottom lip trembling slightly.
His red lips formed a gentle smile as he extended his hand to you. You took it, glancing over your shoulder at your soon-to-be ex boyfriend before Bucky whisked you away.
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The drive to Bucky's apartment was quiet, but not unpleasant. Quiet 30's jazz played on the radio as he pulled into the narrow gravel driveway. You marveled at how he could afford a place like this in New York; everyone you knew rented.
"No offense, but how on earth did you manage to buy this place?" You asked as the car stopped.
Bucky chuckled. "Um, we have a family business."
You nodded, though that didn't fully explain it. Bucky got out of the car, walking around to your side to help you out. You made the mental observation that your boyfriend never opened the door for you. You followed him inside, holding his hand as if he wasn't a man you'd just met. You wondered to yourself if this was normal for hookups- or whatever you'd call this.
Just minutes later he was tossing you onto his bed like you weighed nothing, your heart hammering in its cage as you watched him loosen his tie with a prosthetic finger, stalking towards you in a way that made your mouth dry. He climbed into bed, crawling towards you as you swallowed a lump in your throat.
You leaned in to kiss him, not knowing what else to do. His soft lips met yours, a hand cupping you cheek as he gently kissed you back. It was evident he was trying not to overwhelm you.
"Mm." He hummed, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. "Your lips taste wonderful bella, but I have a goal to taste all of you tonight."
Your thighs clenched at his velvet words, and he definitely noticed, shifting down as his hands squeezed the soft flesh of your legs. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and you bit back a moan. He slowly pulled your dress up and over your head, his kisses getting closer and closer to your growing arousal.
"Does your boyfriend" he almost spat the word out like something foul-tasting, "taste her?" He asked, nodding at your already dripping, clothed cunt.
You shook your head, heat radiating from your whole body. "No." You murmured in response. You were already absently undoing the buttons to his shirt, revealing his deliciously muscular torso.
Bucky looked disgusted at your response. "Oh, I'm going to ruin you with my tongue, baby." He rumbled, positioning you under him as he pulled your knees apart with firm hands, shifting down so that his head was between your thighs. "I'm going to give you what I know you deserve."
You were quivering, but you couldn't control it. You had never been treated like this- talked to like this. By anyone. It had you dripping and oozing before you'd even been touched.
Bucky hooked a finger into the waistband of your panties, pausing to look up at you for permission before he went any further. You nodded vigorously, one hand wandering down to his tousled dark hair.
He tugged your underwear down, taking in your already shining pussy and licking his lips. "Jesus babydoll, all this already?" He purred, leaning down to lick the inside of your thigh, cleaning up some of your slick with his tongue.
You moaned loudly, your grip tightening on his hair. You were embarrassed- you knew you shouldn't be this horny already. You couldn't help it though, it felt so good, so natural.
His tongue lazily trailed up to your folds, his hot sticky breath making you gasp. Your thighs were held firmly apart in his massive hands as he began to suck on your aching clit, moaning at just the taste of you. You moaned again and again, hips rolling forward against his head with every lick and swirl of his tongue.
He stopped briefly, licking your arousal off of his lips as he looked up at you, eyes dark with longing. "Who's all this for, sweetness? This for that boyfriend of yours?" He asked, slapping the side of your thigh.
You whimpered at his touch, still humping the air where his warm tongue used to be. "N-no, it's all for you."
Bucky grinned, licking his lips as you swore you watched the devil creep into him, his smile wolfish as he bent back down to eat you out.
"That's what I fucking thought. Moaning and dripping for me already- honey we're just getting started." He growled as his tongue slipped into your seeping pussy, lapping at curling as you let out a gasp of pleasure.
He rubbed your clit with one hand as he fucked you with his silver tongue. You could feel your abdomen twisting and churning as you moaned and panted, palming his hair as you got closer and closer to your climax. You thought you had died and gone to heaven; you had never felt this ethereal, sticky bliss in your life.
"You taste just as sweet as I thought you would, baby." Bucky moaned into your folds as he sucked and lapped. "Got me drunk off of your pussy."
Your moans grew lighter as you suddenly felt yourself releasing, your core cramping and spasming as your cunt contracted and you gushed all over his tongue. Bolts of electricity shot through your body, making you dizzy as your vision grew cloudy and you heard yourself moaning Bucky's name over and over.
"Shh, that's my sweet girl, came so fucking good for me doll." You heard Bucky soothing as you came down from your high, his hands fondling your exposed breasts as he kissed you.
"I- I..." You panted, swallowing hard as you tried to catch your breath.
"What is it bella?" He murmured, trailing kisses down your neck.
"I want you, please..." You whimpered, your thighs still clenching.
He locked eyes with you, his own glinting with a devilish light. "What do you want me to do, sweet thing?"
Your desperation was making his cock twitch in his pants, but this wasn't about him. This was about showing you what it was like to be pleasured out of your mind, to have someone worship your body. Still, he knew what he was craving, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold off.
You reached down and palmed at his clothed dick, feeling his cock harden even more from your touch. He groaned, his grip on you growing tighter.
"I want you, please Bucky, I want your cock." You pleaded, feeling him and growing wetter all over again.
Your words made his cock twitch, and he suddenly grabbed your hands, pinning them over your head so that you were helplessly trapped underneath him. He leaned in, his lips less than an inch from yours.
"Fucking beg for it." He snarled, his voice oozing with lust.
You felt your clit quivering again as you leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away as he waited for your response. It was clear you'd have to work this time.
"Please Bucky, I'm so fucking wet for you, I need you to fill me up. Haven't had anyone fill me before baby, I just want you, please..." You begged, hands wandering his bare chest and down to the buttons of his pants, picking at them desperately.
"Jesus doll, you really are a cock-hungry little whore aren't you?" He rumbled, his cock throbbing and leaking in his pants now. He wanted to let you take it out, suck on it, claim it as yours... but he was too far into the game now, and the power he craved had rushed straight to his head.
"I am, I am baby. Please Bucky..." You whined as he pushed your hands away from his fly.
"Oh you'll get it baby, you're going to take all of me up your tight little cunt in just a minute. But you've been bad, and I need to punish you first." He growled, his hands grabbing you roughly by the waist and flipping you over, your bare ass exposed to him.
You yelped and whimpered suddenly as you felt his massive hand smack the flesh of your ass, the sting turning you on in a way you didn't know was possible.
"Oh, fuck baby!" You yelped again as his hand met your ass. He hit you again, and again, all the while pressing his clothed, throbbing cock into your ass and groaning with longing.
"You've been a bad little slut," He grunted as he spanked you again, tears forming in your eyes. "Letting little boys with tiny dicks fuck that sweet pussy of yours, letting them use you."
You yelled in pain and fisted the sheets as his hand smacked your ass harder than before, realizing that the cold feeling was from his metal arm. He was really trying to punish you.
"You're mine now, understand?! Every single fucking part of you!" He snarled.
You nodded, crying. "I-I am." You whined.
The devil was in him now; his head buzzing and reeling with animalistic urges. He wanted to fucking own you, to marry you and please you and spoil you the way the knew was best for you. This was no one night stand: it had morphed into something else, something deep and primal and personal.
"Then fucking say it, you little slut. Tell me who owns you." He growled into your ear, groaning as his member pressed against your ass.
"You do Bucky! I'm yours!" You moaned, arching your back as you felt him press himself into you.
"Good girl. Now you're gonna take me just like I tell you to, right?" He asked, his tone oozing sweetness again but with the same air of possessiveness. You heard the clink of his belt and the sound of his pants unzipping, and your thighs clenched with anticipation.
"Y-yes, yes daddy." You whined, the name slipping off of your tongue before you realized what you were saying.
There was a pause, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you wondered if you had gone too far. Then you felt a hand on your ass and hot breath on your neck as Bucky leaned down to growl in your ear.
"Do you call him that?"
"N-no, I'm sorry I-" You stammered before he cut you off.
"Good, I'm your daddy from now on. Say it again babydoll, before you take my cock like the sweet thing you are." He rumbled, taking his rigid, veiny cock out and pumping it as precum drooled from the pulsing tip.
You trembled underneath him, your ass perked up and ready for him. "I'm yours, I'm yours daddy, fuck me Bucky please!"
You screamed as Bucky thrust himself into you at once, his massive length sliding into your pussy from behind, his balls falling heavy against your ass. He groaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head as he went balls deep in you.
"Fuck! Jesus fucking Christ!" He grunted, his hips snapping against your ass as he thrust into you, humping your ass wildly. "God baby, you're so fucking deep and wet... ohhh..." He moaned, head falling forward as he panted.
He couldn't keep upright for long as you rutted back into him, moaning profusely as you felt his tip hit the perfect spot inside you. He bent over, arms sliding down to hold your hands in his as he pressed himself completely into you from behind.
"Buckyy... Ohh, h-how are you so big? Fuck." You moaned, fucked completely crosseyed. You relished the sloppy wet sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, and the sound of his balls smacking your ass. He was touching places you'd never felt touched, the curve of his huge cock rubbing and stimulating all the right spots inside you.
"That's fucking right babygirl, I want you to break on this cock. Oh, you're so fucking desperate, it makes me so fucking hard, God..."
Bucky was moaning as loud as you now, completely drunk with power and overstimulated already. He was a flirt sure, but he never brought girls home. Never once had someone taken his cock this well, brought him this close this fast. When this was over, he was going to spoil the fuck out of you, worship your every breath. You were his entire world in that moment.
"B-Bucky, I'm..." You moaned loudly, his tip leaking precum all over your sensitive spot. "I'm so sensitive, I don't know if I can cum again, please..."
Bucky grunted like an animal, his arms wrapped completely around you now as he rutted and humped you desperately. "Ohh... I don't think so sweetheart, I think you've got one more in you. Cum one more time for daddy, baby, please. You're being so so good for me. My obedient little cockslut."
Your vision was going dim, your head reeling with overstimulation as you squirmed under him. You had never felt this full in your life. You wanted to stay like this forever, with his fat cock buried deep inside you.
"Oh baby, I'm s-such a slut... I can't... Ah! Ahh!" You panted suddenly as he reached under you to rub your clit, adding a whole new layer of overstimulation that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your pussy clenched harder than you'd ever felt it, cumming all over his cock as you went rigid under him, toes curling as your orgasm ripped through you.
"Jesus fuck. Oh you're such a good little slut for me babygirl, love the way you cum on my fat cock. I'm gonna cum soon too from pounding your ass like this. Ohh..." Bucky groaned, his balls thrusting into you shallowly for some relief, already heavy with cum. He had never been overstimulated like this before- if he didn't cum soon, he was going to start fucking every single part of you he could until he got relief from the aching knot in his cock.
Suddenly you slammed backward into his dick, bottoming him out as he yelled with pleasure, backing arching as he felt himself start to release.
"Here if fucking comes, you little whore. This what you wanted? Daddy's cum in your tight little cunt? Oh fuck baby, fuck, fuck!" He groaned loudly, his breathing shallow and ragged as his thrusts stuttered. He exploded inside you, painting your walls with ropes of hot cum as he moaned and moaned.
His weight collapsed on top of you as he rode out his orgasm, drunkenly twisting your hair in his thick fingers as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back and neck.
"That was so good bella, so so good. Never felt that good. Are you ok?" He breathed, pulling out of you and collapsing at your side.
You nodded, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through you. "It was amazing. Thank you, Bucky." You smiled as his swollen lips kissed your forehead.
"Of course." He cupped your cheek, brushing a his thumb over your skin as he looked into your eyes. "You deserve the world, doll. And you should tell your boyfriend that."
You frowned, laughing a little in disbelief. "Bucky, after tonight, the only thing I'm telling him is goodbye. I want you."
He smiled in surprise, brushing a hand through your hair. "Are you sure?"
You nodded, kissing him softly. "I'm absolutely sure."
He just kissed you and smiled, pulling you closer so that you could lay on his chest. He tugged the blankets over the two of you, and you melted at the warmth and care he was showing you. Any uncertainty you felt at the beginning of the night had dissolved; now all that left was warmth and tenderness and love for the man you'd fallen for in one night.
It was quiet for a while, then Bucky spoke: "Are you spending the night, or should I take you home?" He asked softly, playing with your hair.
You looked up at him, grinning playfully. "Where would you rather have round two?"
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Summary // You and your lover could never be together... under normal circumstances. He is the enemy kingdom's best knight, and you've sworn an oath to protect your kingdom at all costs. But what your people don't know won't hurt them, right?
Chapter // 1
Word Count // 2,062
Warnings // Angst, fluff, forbidden love, secret wedding, slight age gap (reader is 19 Bucky is 23), violence, betrayal, cliffhanger, eventual smut I promise, a dad that sucks, the whole nine yards :)
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"Ouch!"
You winced, your carefully shaped brow knitting together. A whispered apology came from the girl behind you, as labor-worn fingers readjusted the ribbon in your hair.
"Apologies, milady."
You dismissed her with a wave of your ringed hand. "No need for formalities, Anne. You're my friend today, not my handmaid."
"It is a bit... untraditional for friends to dress each other on their wedding days though, you must admit." Anne joked as she finished tying the blue satin ribbon. "Then again, it's a very unusual wedding."
You laughed, smiling softly as you stood from your chair, admiring your hair in the mirror in front of you. "Yes. It doesn't matter to either of us, though. We're very happy."
You turned to look at your old friend, her plain brown dress contrasting your own royal blue garments in a melancholy sort of way. "Thank you Anne, for everything." You murmured, leaning in to embrace her. She reciprocated the gesture, squeezing you tightly.
"Of course, but..." Anne's voice turned sad. "Well. I just hope it goes well. You look beautiful, by the way."
You pondered for just a second why she had stopped mid-sentence, but shrugged it off. "Thanks to you." You laughed. "I'm frightened he won't even recognize me. I usually look so plain." You gestured to your intricately embroidered gown.
"Oh hush," Anne sighed. "the Lord knows you look an awful lot better than most of us." She firmly patted you on the shoulder. "Now come on, you mustn't keep your groom waiting!"
You smiled. "No."
Anne opened your chamber door and shooed you out. "Go! Go! Go get married, you wild, crazy thing!"
You giggled, hurrying out the door and down the hallway.
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The "tap tap tap" of your shoes echoed down the long stairwell to the underground floor of the castle. Normally, this floor was used only for storing seasonal decorations, and for small children to sneak off to to summon ghosts. Today, the empty storage room housed a small wooden standing arch, decorated with bouquets of foxgloves and sage. It smelled heavenly, but not quite enough to hide the musty scent of a space untouched for years. You didn't notice the smell though, as you ducked into the low-ceilinged stone room and locked eyes with your soon-to-be husband. Your Bucky.
He was more beautiful than the milky blue of the evening sky, and shone twice as bright as the moon. He was dressed in the traditional ceremonial garb of a knight, and his garments twinkled with silver designs and embellishments. Pinned to his shoulders was a velvet cape the same color as your dress, and at his waist hung his sword, where you'd seen it rest a thousand times before. His long, dark hair was tied back today, a few stray strands framing his jaw. On his handsome, stubbly face was a smile that lit up the dark room like a beacon. A smile that he only wore for you.
Ignoring all your learned traditions and customs, you dashed across the cold stone floor, wedding dress pinched in either fist to keep from tripping.
"Bucky!" You exclaimed in a voice ten years younger, flinging yourself into his waiting arms. He stumbled but didn't fall, laughing as he twirled you around, one hand cradling your head.
"Hello my love. You look..." He pulled away, his hands resting on your shoulders as he took you in for the first time. "As beautiful as the day I first laid eyes on you." He breathed, his steel eyes lost in sentiment.
You snickered, hitting his shoulder playfully. "If my memory serves me, my horse had shaken me, and I was face down in a mud puddle in the middle of the forest."
He laughed, nuzzling your cheek. "Ah, but once I pulled you out and wiped the dirt from your face you sparkled like a diamond."
You leaned into his touch, savoring the itch of his beard and sweet smell of his breath. "I though I was being captured. How frightening to be rescued by the enemy!" You reminisced.
"The only thing that was captured that day was my undying affections, your highness." Bucky murmured into your ear. You melted into his arms at the sound of his deep voice, kissing him softly on the cheek.
"Erm."
You both looked up to see Bucky's best friend and fellow knight Steve Rogers anxiously crossing his arms, casting a nervous glance towards the door. You had both forgotten he was there, and you felt your cheeks grow warmer.
"My most sincere apologies you two, but I am a little nervous about being discovered. Shall we start the ceremony?" He asked, looking between the pair of you.
He had a point: should your secret matrimony be discovered, the consequences for both of you were unthinkable. For you to marry not only a member of the enemy court, but their most decorated and skilled knight... it was the highest form of treason. And that wasn't even considering what would become of your lover- you shuddered just thinking about it.
Bucky cleared his throat. "Of course. That is, if you're ready?" He asked, looking down at you.
You nodded, beaming. "I am."
"Then let's see..." Steve said, cracking open the thick leather-bound book in his hands. "Here we go... let's just skip to the vows."
He read them quickly, visibly nervous as he stumbled multiple times over the words. His own anxiety started to seep into you by the time he neared the end of the passage, as you cast a glance over your shoulder at the door multiple times.
"Do you, Bucky Barnes, vow to love and protect your partner with your life, through sickness and through health, till death do you part?" Steve asked at last, looking at Bucky.
Bucky nodded, turning to you and taking your own soft hands in his callused ones, gazing deeply into your eyes. "I do."
Steve repeated the vow to you, and you cut him off before he could even finish. "I do. Of course I do." You said, smiling from ear to ear.
Steve smiled for the first time, momentarily forgetting his nerves. "Then Buck, you may kiss the bride."
Bucky didn't hesitate, sweeping you up in his arms and kissing you deeply, his lips crashing into yours as his velvet tongue graced the inside of your mouth. You kissed him back, remembering all the times you had stolen moments like these. On diplomatic missions and chilled nights in the forest. Sneaking away at negotiation dinners, and all the hundreds of times he would ride to just outside the castle walls, climb up to your bedroom window after a battle --stinking of blood and still wearing his armor-- and you would bandage his wounds and talk of autumn leaves and archery and the best places to find badger cubs.
All those moments were solidified now. Yours forever, and no one could take them from you.
BOOM!
All three of you jumped suddenly, spinning around as something massive and heavy hit the locked wooden door from the outside, shaking the room. Your heart hammered in your throat as the sound of clamoring voices came from outside, following by another deafening crash. Bucky's arms tightened around your now shaking frame as Steve rushed to the door, unsheathing his sword and wedging it in the iron brace to fortify the lock.
"What do we do?" You cried, looking up at Bucky desperately as he drew his own sword.
He looked down at you, his blue eyes filled with just as much fear as you. "I don't know, love. Just promise you'll stay behind me."
Tears formed in your eyes as you watched Steve desperately trying to hold the door, his back muscles flexing as he heaved against the heavy wood. He was strong, but from the sound of it there were dozens of men outside. You were heavily outnumbered, and you knew the door wouldn't hold for much longer.
"Hold it for as long as you can Steve, and be ready when they breach!" Bucky called, his steel prosthetic arm shielding you from what was to come.
"I can do this all day!" Steve called back sarcastically. As the words left his mouth the door buckled in, and huge splinters of oak scattered across the floor as men came charging into the room, quickly surrounding you and your husband.
"Stay behind me!" You heard Bucky yell before chaos filled the room.
You screamed and closed your eyes as the deafening clang of swords filled your ears, Bucky swinging at the enemy furiously next to you. His sword made contact a few times, and you heard the dull thud of bodies hitting the floor. You had heard it before; it didn't frighten you. What did frighten the soul right out of your body was the sound of Bucky's yell of pain as he was finally struck down and tackled to the ground. You opened your eyes, everything seeming to pass in slow motion as your vision was filled with soldiers. Soldiers grabbing your lover and tying his neck and hands with thick rope as he roared and struggled and heaved against them, soldiers striking Steve over the head with the butt of their swords, soldiers grabbing your arms and holding you painfully tight as you screamed and clawed at them, desperately trying to get to your husband.
"BUCKY!! NO, LET HIM GO! GET OFF OF HIM!" You shrieked and screamed but they paid you no mind, and as the chaos cleared and tears rolled down your cheeks onto the dusty stone floor there were only two figures left standing in the center of the room.
Your father, and...
"A-Anne..?"
You whispered her name, a dagger of betrayal stabbing through your thrumming heart as your friend looked down at her feet, refusing to meet your eye. Your father stepped forward before you could speak to her further, cupping your cheek in his hand.
"Oh my daughter..." He tutted, wiping a tear from your burning eyes with his thumb. "Words fail me. What words could describe the treachery you've shown to me, to your people!" He boomed, waving an arm at the room full of soldiers. None of them flenched.
The king continued, "The kingdom mourns, daughter. To take this- this" He gestured at Bucky, who looked to be unconscious, his head head hanging down, arms held up by four burly soldiers while his feet dragged on the ground. "Pig filth!" Your father finally found the words. "As your husband- tainting our bloodline? It's inconceivable. I'm sorry to say, but you will pay. And he-" He nodded at your lover. "Will pay most dearly."
You shook your head, chest heaving with sobs. "Father no, I-I..." You sniffled. "I love him! Please don't hurt him, please..." You wept, eyes swollen and head throbbing.
The king just sighed, turning away from you. "Guards!" He yelled suddenly. "Take this knight to the dungeon, where he will await execution at dawn."
You shrieked, hurling yourself forward but failing to escape your captors. "NO!!! NO, DON'T TOUCH HIM!!!" You screamed as they dragged your unconscious lover away, his blue velvet cape disappearing beyond the door.
Your father paused and turned to you before following the guards out the door. "You two," he nodded at your captors. "Bring the princess up to her room, lock the door, and guard it. As for you..." He turned to Anne, who's eyes were still fixed on the hem of her dress, her hands folded neatly in front of her. "Good work. You'll be rewarded with a higher position shortly."
With that he turned and followed Bucky, leaving you and Anne alone as your guards prepared to take you away.
"Anne..." You sobbed, finally meeting her eye as the guards hauled you toward the door. "Why? Were we not friends?"
Anne looked tearful for a moment, but quickly looked away. "I'm sorry your highness. I was tired of being a handmaid." Was all she said before the guards dragged you away and you left her in what was a place of celebration just minutes prior.
The last thing you saw before the soldiers shut the door was Anne crumpling to the floor, holding a foxglove in her hand that had been trampled in the chaos.
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Summary // You and Bucky have always hated each other. That's just the way it is. That is, until Sam can only afford two hotel rooms and refuses to share his...
"Thank you, have a nice stay." The concierge said dully, handing Sam two small brass keys and turning back to his computer.
You, Sam, and Bucky were all huddled together in the lobby of a small hotel in God-Knows-Where, Germany. Sam had taken a brief break from parenting you and Bucky after a long, tedious, argument filled car ride here, but it didn't last long.
"Thank you." Sam replied as he turned to hand one key to Bucky, who was standing awkwardly behind him in the cramped foyer. Bucky went to grab it from him, but you noticed and decided to be annoying, brushing past Bucky and taking it from Sam before the supersoldier could argue. He rolled his eyes, looking from Sam to you, silently begging Sam to do something about it.
The Falcon ignored his friends annoyed look (to Bucky's dismay), moving past you two to the elevator. You grinned triumphantly and followed Sam, slipping the stolen key into your pocket. Bucky let out a heavy sigh and followed you reluctantly.
To absolutely no one's surprise, you and the Winter Soldier argued the entire elevator ride, all the way up to the fifth floor. Sam was practically crawling out fo his skin by the time the bell dinged, and immediately made a B-line for his room, leaving you and Bucky staring each other down.
"Give me my key. I'm not sharing a room with you." Bucky said through gritted teeth.
"What key?" You answered with a look of fake innocence. "Oh, you mean..." You pulled it out of your pocket and dangled it in front of him teasingly. "This?"
He immediately lunged forward to grab it, and you winced as you felt his metal grip around your arm.
"Give it..." He growled as the two of you wrestled for it. Eventually, he managed to pry it free from your hand (it was never really a fair fight anyway), and took off toward his room. You groaned and gave chase, pursuing him down the narrow hallway but falling just about a foot short as he managed to unlock the door to his room and escape, slamming it in your face.
You pounded a fist on the door in frustration. "Bucky! C'mon where am I gonna sleep?" You shouted. You jumped as a door opened behind you and an elderly man peeked out, holding a withered finger to his lips.
"Shh!"
"Oh- sorry." You said embarrassedly as he shut the door.
"Bucky!" You hissed, quietly, rapping on the door with your knuckes. "Sam could only afford two rooms! Let me in!"
You got nothing but silence for an answer. Slumping against the door, you groaned. "Man..." As disgusting as it was, you started to detect a tinge of... remorse coming from somewhere very, very deep down.
"It was just a joke!" You said dejectedly to the closed door.
More silence.
You hesitated, cursing yourself internally for what you were about to do.
"I'm... I'm sorry, okay?" You called, pinching your brow and praying that he didn't hear that.
Unfortunately your prayers were not answered. The door swung open behind you, and you tumbled backward into Bucky's room.
"Ow!" You looked up to see the supersoldier staring down at you, a shit-eating grin plastered on his stupid stubbled face.
"What was that, doll?" He asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"Shut up." You muttered, clambering to your feet.
"Ah ah ah!" Bucky stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder. "I'm gonna need you to repeat that if you want a place to sleep that bad.
God, you hated him. Why did he have to be so damn difficult all the time?
"Ughh, fine. I'm... I'm sorry." You grumbled in the least sincere tone you could muster.
"Apology accepted." He replied smugly.
Bucky stepped aside, letting you fully enter the hotel room. It was nothing special; just a bed and somewhere to eat and-
It hit you like a garbage truck. A bed. Just the one.
"Ohh God..." You groaned, running your hands through your hair. This literally could not possibly get worse.
"What?" Bucky asked as he joined you. You pointed at the bed as if you'd discovered something utterly grotesque and horrifying, like a dead body.
"Oh. Ohh boy."
The two of you just stared in silence for a few seconds. Neither of you knew what to say or do, and both of you would rather lose and eye before sharing sleeping arrangements.
"You could share with Sam..?" You suggested hopefully, nodding in the direction of the room next door.
"Were you not listening?"
You looked bewildered and Bucky sighed.
"I'd rather cut off my own arm and match you, Buck, before I share a room with either of you bickering old hens." Bucky parroted Sam, imitating his stern tone and posture.
You sighed in disappointment. "Fine." You jabbed a finger at his chest. "But I am NOT sharing a blanket."
He held up his hands. "Fine, sure. Sounds good to me."
The two of you searched the apartment for blankets, before you finally secured one for each of you and started getting ready for bed.
"GOD DAMN- ughhh..."
You turned around from brushing your teeth confusedly as you heard Bucky swear. He was leaning on the bed, raking a hand through his dark hair.
"Whar?" You asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"You didn't happen to see any extra pillows laying around did you?"
"Um," You spat your toothpaste out. "No?"
Bucky chuckled. "Of course you didn't."
"Why? What's... Oh." You stopped in your tracks as you went to join him, following his gaze to the single white pillow on the bed.
"Why. Just..." You sighed.
"Look I'm not too tickled about it either, but I've had to do worse. It's only for one night." Bucky said, sounding like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything.
"Yeah..." You sighed, your eyes still fixed on the bed. "Just one night."
The two of you got ready for bed without speaking to each other. This probably didn't help the already horribly awkward atmosphere, but you were both too worn out to care. Finally, you awkwardly crawled into bed, trying desperately to touch as little as possible.
The worst part by far was the pillow. There was no way you could keep from touching, the most either of you could do was face away from each other, but the backs of your heads still touched. Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like whole days. You were so tired, and yet you had to fight yourself to fall asleep.
You silently wondered to yourself why this was so difficult. Sure, you and Bucky fought a lot. It had just been that way since Steve introduced the two of you: you were hardwired to not get along. It wasn't even that the two of you were so different, it was just... something else. Some unspoken agreement between you. But even despite all the fighting and tearing each other down, you were around one another almost constantly, so why was it this difficult just to share a bed?
You yawned quietly, feeling yourself start to doze off. Whatever. You would deal with your personal crisis in the morning. You needed to sleep now.
And oh, if it had only been that simple for you.
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"Mmph."
You shifted, being pulled out of your light sleep by something touching you. You groggily opened your eyes and nearly yelled.
There was Bucky. Dead out asleep, facing you, and so close to you that your noses were touching and you could feel the gentle, steady rumble of his snores.
Oh no, oh shit.
What were you supposed to do? If you moved, and he woke up, it would be even more awkward, and if you didn't do anything there was a solid chance he would wake up like that in the morning and...
No. Just... no.
You held very still, almost afraid to breathe or blink, gradually accepting your fate of being stuck here until Bucky moved on his own.
Just gotta... wait.
Minutes ticked by and he still hadn't moved. If anything, he felt somehow closer. You could see ever razor burn and scars on his face, and see the sweat cling to his skin and in his thick dark hair. His eyes fluttered gently in his sleep; he must be dreaming. You wondered what the dream was about.
Suddenly, the fluttering of his eyes grew faster and he began to tremble slightly, his red lips twitching. You frowned, mildly concerned. Was he having a nightmare? You barely even had time to consider doing something, when suddenly you felt a hand rest on your side, and an arm slink over your rigid body.
Oh no, no no...
He had draped an arm over you in his sleep, to your horror, and now his face was even closer to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him, pleading he didn't get any closer. Any closer and your lips would be touching.
Was it creepy to watch him sleep? You wondered silently to yourself as you studied him. You tried not to guilt yourself about it; what could you do? It was his own fault for being this close, you were just sleeping.
More minutes passed and you felt yourself start to slip into madness, begging whatever God that was out there to please, please end this torture. You were tired of having to lay here and watch his broad chest rise and fall, watch his long eyelashes flutter...
His... stupid... pretty...
OH.
OH...
Your eyes widened. This would not be happening. No, it was just the lack of sleep. You hated Bucky, you'd always hated him. You hated... each other...
It could not have been a worse time for him to grumble in his sleep and hike his sweatshorts-clad leg up and over your side, pinning you to the bed with his thigh. It ALSO could not have been a worse time for him to shift closer, closing the only gap the two of you had left and unconsciously locking his soft, cracked lips with yours.
Your eyes were the size of dinner plates, and you were pretty sure you were trembling like a newborn fawn. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. And you couldn't be liking it! But it was, and you were. So now you were pinned between a shitty box spring and an unconscious Winter Soldier, and your heart was racing.
"Mm." Bucky grumbled suddenly, his brow knitting together in his sleep. "MmMm..."
Your heart did a summersault as his mumble turned into more of a moan, and you felt his lips close tighter on your upper one. His grip tightened on you, and you wondered in a rush if he was even still asleep, and if so how he was managing to stay out like a light through all of this.
He continued to kiss you in his sleep, seemingly enjoying it, and finally your couldn't take it anymore.
"Bucky." You whispered into his mouth, terrified of what was to come. Nothing happened, so you wiggled an arm free and shook his shoulder gently. "Bucky!"
This time it worked, and you felt him stir, his lips parting with yours (you didn't want to admit it, but you immediately missed them).
"Mm... wha-? OH!"
The sheets were torn away from you as Bucky jumped back in groggy surprise, rubbing his eyes with one hand as if trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
You didn't know what to say, and for the first time since you'd met Bucky you were fumbling for words. "I- We- You- Close." You cringed internally as you barfed whatever that was supposed to be out of your tongue-tied, Bucky-flavored mouth.
"We-" Bucky's eyes were almost as wide as yours, and his metal hand tightened on the blankets like he was preparing to defend himself. "We didn't..?" He trailed off.
"We, what?" You traced his gaze downward, and took a second to connect the dots and realize what he was looking for before you hurriedly corrected him. "No no! Nothing like that, I- it was an accident... you were asleep and I couldn't move, and we kissed and- and..."
He looked relieved even though you were still stammering. He rubbed his face with his normal hand, looking...
Embarrassed? Was he blushing?
"I'm so sorry, it was an accident you're right. I didn't mean to, I promise."
"No, that's- don't be sorry." You said, your cheeks heating up.
Bucky cocked an eyebrow, frowning. "That's... highly uncharacteristic of you..."
You realized how that had sounded too late. "I..." You sighed. You were going to hate yourself forever if you didn't just get it out. It was just the person you were. And if it made Bucky hate you more... so be it. It wouldn't be anything new.
"It was ok. I mean, it wasn't ok. But- but not like that, what I mean to say is-" You grew increasingly frustrated with your poor ability to speak. "UGH. I LIKED IT." You finally managed to get out, the sentence coming out far rougher than you intended.
You winced as you say the look of shock on Bucky's face.
"I... I liked it. It was... nice." You repeated softer, looking away.
"...What?" Bucky asked, dumbfounded.
You turned to look at him, picking at a pill in your blanket nervously. "I dunno, I just... I guess I feel bad for being a jerk to you... Obviously it's ok if you still hate me, I really thought I hated you for the longest time, but I- I don't anymore."
Painful, crushing silence followed what you felt was you pouring your heart out. You started to feel the weight of anxiety creeping up on you when Bucky finally spoke.
"I never hated you." Bucky said, a small disbelieving chuckle in his voice. "I guess I just thought we'd never get along."
You felt your jaw fall open slightly. "Oh." Was all you managed to squeak out.
Bucky laughed again, a smiled spreading across his face. God, you couldn't believe you never realized how beautiful his smile was before. His laughter made you feel warm and fuzzy, and you cracked a wobbly grin.
He stopped laughing, smile still hanging from his face. "Doll?"
Your heart leaped at the nickname. "Yes?"
"C'mere." He gestured to his lap, holding his arms out.
Heart singing, you crawled into his lap and rested your forehead on his. "I like you, Bucky. I'm sorry for everything before."
He hummed. "I like you too honey, a whole lot. I'm sorry too."
His arms wrapped around you, his hands resting on your waist. "You wanna try this again?"
You looked into his eyes and nodded, and before you could even lean in to kiss him his lips were crashing into yours, his strong arms pulling you flush together. You recovered from whatever shock you were in and kissed him back passionately, your mouths moving together seamlessly like two lost puzzle pieces that had finally found each other.
"MmmM..." Bucky moaned into your mouth, the same deep, rumbling noise from earlier that did unspeakable things to you. He kissed you harder and harder until you found yourself pinned under him on the bed, licking at his mouth as you savored every motion of his lips and rub of his stubble against your cheek. You felt the weight of his chest fall onto yours, as he let himself down and pressed himself into you, making the inside of your thighs burn with arousal.
"Ohh... baby..." Bucky sighed, burying his face into the crook of your neck and showering you with kisses.
"Bucky... I..." You breathed airily, not sure how to say it but knowing exactly what you wanted.
He pulled away enough to lock eyes with you, the steely blue of his eyes dark with lust. "I wanna feel you, doll. From the inside." He rumbled.
You swallowed, practically shaking at this point. "Please..."
He ran his fingers through your hair, pressing further into you and sliding up until...
"Ah!" Your breath hitched as you felt the hardened mound of his cock make purchase in between your legs, his length straining at his shorts as he groaned, his head falling forward.
Bucky let out a low moan as he moved up and down, grinding into you slowly. Your hands instinctively flew up to his hair as you panted quietly.
"Please, please Buck..." You begged softly, pressing kisses into his shoulder as he let his full weight down onto you.
"Please what sweetheart? What do you want?" Bucky said as he thrusted his clothed dick into you once again.
“Please fuck me Bucky, you’re beautiful.” You whispered, looking into his eyes.
He looked you over, undressing you with his eyes. “Anything you want baby, you’re so gorgeous.”
You smiled softly as he began tugging at the waistband of your pajama pants. He was so gentle, so respectful. Nothing like any of your previous boyfriends. You helped him pull your shirt of over your head, and started working on pulling his own pants down as he placed kisses all over your bare torso.
“If I could take back all of our exchanges from the past two years and replace them with this, I would.” Bucky crooned gently.
You finally tugged his shorts down to reveal the print of his hardened cock in his boxers. You leaned down and pressed your lips to it, causing him to groan as a shiver ran through his well-muscled body.
“Me too.” You whispered in agreement, slowly tugging the waistband of his underwear down. You didn’t know why, but you were nervous. It could be because this felt real, realer than any other relationship you’d had. Another smaller factor could be how incredibly large the outline in his boxers was.
His stiff cock finally sprung free, his swollen tip flushed red and already leaking precum. You kissed along the length of his shaft, making him moan until you felt the cold metal of his arm gently guide you up and into his lap. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you forward as he leaned in to kiss you, deep and meaningful.
“Ride me sweetheart, please?” He whispered into your ear, making you shudder with anticipation. The warm wetness in between your legs was almost unbearable now, and you were more than happy to scoot forward on his lap, straddling him and placing your hands on his broad shoulders as he lined up with you. He teased you with his tip first, moving it up and down that sensitive spot and making you moan an embarrassing amount.
Bucky took notice of you holding back another loud moan and gently reassured you. “Moan as much as you want baby, it’s so sexy.” As he said this his tip slipped into your prepped cavity, and you followed his advice by moaning and sitting down fully. He groaned loudly, cursing under his breath.
“Ohh god, fuck.” He rumbled, his hips bucking up into you as he thrusted deeply. He started slow, pumping into you gently and methodically, watching you pant and moan and squeeze his shoulders as you rapidly got closer and closer to climax. You were astonished at how he was getting you there that fast; he barely had to do anything and yet you were coming unglued all over him. Maybe it was something pent up from those years of lying to yourself and never understanding what you really felt for him.
His thrusts gradually got faster and more aggressive, yet he was still very careful not to hurt you, muttering little “Are you ok doll?”’s and “Tell me if it’s too much.”’s under his breath. It was amazing how his words and his actions were so different; it was clear he was making up for lost time too. He was practically dragging you down onto his cock now, his hands digging into your waist as he grunted and moaned.
“You feel… so, so good baby…” He panted as his tip touched just the right spot inside of you, making you see stars briefly.
“Bucky… I’m-I’m gonna…” You breathed, your voice high and airy. You shut your eyes tightly as tears formed in their corners, your face contorting with pleasure.
You didn’t need to finish your sentence, Bucky knew what you were trying to say. “Cum for me doll, please. You’re being such a good girl for me. My good girl.” He pressed a kiss to your breast, his warm tongue circling the bud as he looked up at you.
Your hands flew up to his hair, fingers knotting in his brown waves as you felt your core start to release. It was too much, it’s like he had been had been planning this for years. If someone had told you he had, you wouldn’t have been surprised; he was fucking you so perfectly you were about to cum after less five minutes.
The last thrust sent you over the edge. Your pussy clenched around him, and you let out a breathy moan as your head rolled back, your body melting into him. He watched you practically in awe: you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Ohh doll… sweetheart you’re so…” He started to praise you, but as your pussy clamped down a second time, he was tipped over the edge too. He grunted loudly, his head falling forward as his hips rolled, touching the deepest part of you as ropes of cum shot out of his throbbing cock. You moaned as he bit at your neck, pulling you tighter against him as he finished cumming.
The two of you panted as you came down from your separate highs, holding each other tight like you were each scared the other would disappear.
Bucky spoke first, after cradling the back of your head and looking into your eyes. “Are you ok?” He asked concernedly. Clearly he was as well aware of how big he was as you were now.
You just laughed, beaming up at him and nodding. “More than ok.”
He smiled softly. “I’m glad. You’re so amazing sweetheart.”
He pulled out of you (you only whimpered a little bit), and got out of bed briefly after wrapping you in a blanket. He came back quickly, holding a bottle of water and a packet of the cookies the hotel staff had set on the counter.
You giggled. “You didn’t have to do that Bucky.” You said, accepting the provisions as he offered them to you and climbed back into bed.
“Yes I did.” He dismissed, snuggling up to you and kissing you softly on the cheek.
The two of you layed there, enjoying each other’s company for the first time. You felt yourself growing sleepy, and cuddled into his side. You were just about to drift off when Bucky spoke again for the first time in a while.
“Baby?”
“Mhm?”
“I love you.”
You looked up at him in surprise, and noticed his expression was deadly serious. You felt tears well up suddenly, and you tried to force them back down.
“I love you too Bucky. I think I always have.” You said, kissing him on the stubbled cheek.
“Me too.” He said softly, resting his cheek on your head.
“I wish we’d realized that sooner…” you trailed off, finally giving in to your exhaustion.
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"GET UP YOU TWO! WE'RE LEAVING!"
You and Bucky were jolted awake by the sound of Sam pounding on your door. Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked around the room, the memories of last night flooding back to you.
You felt the soft scrape of stubble against your cheek as Bucky kissed you, and smiled. "Good morning sunshine." He rumbled in his gravelly morning voice.
"Morning~" You chimed back as he got up started packing your things.
You admired the view of his bare back as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You wondered what you were to each other now. Whatever it was, it was definitely more than friends, and way more than you were before.
The two of you got ready together, and you relished tiny things like his cheek kisses and hand on your waist. You silently cursed yourself for all the time you could've had this, but were to blinded by the preconception that you would just always be enemies. You decided to put that behind you, however. All that mattered now was that you had each other, and you were the happiest you'd been in your whole life.
"Ready to go?" Bucky asked, backpack over his shoulder and one hand on the doorknob.
You stole a look over your shoulder at the bed with one pillow and smiled to yourself before joining him.
"Yeah, lead the way."
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Downstairs, the two of you joined Sam, and you turned over the key you had stolen the previous night. He gave it back to the concierge, and you and Bucky stared at each other like lovesick teenagers as he checked out. You were suddenly snapped out of your love haze, however, when you heard Sam chuckling to himself somewhat ominously as he turned back to the pair of you.
"What?" You and Bucky asked, almost in sinc.
Sam continued to laugh louder and louder, seemingly incapable of voicing what was so funny. All he could do was point a finger at you and Bucky's conjoined hands.
Oh shit. You hadn't realized you were holding hands.
You simultaneously separated hands, both of you embarrassedly stammering to explain yourselves. Meanwhile Sam’s laughter was turning into an asthma attack.
“I KNEW IT! It actually worked!” He roared, doubled over.
Bucky started to protest, before stopping as his brow furrowed. “What worked?”
Sam looked up at him, shaking his head as a very Bucky-esque shit eating grin crept onto his features.
“Sam.” Bucky said flatly, starting to get visibly angry as it began to dawn on the two of you. “What worked.”
Sam wiped a tear out of his eye. “That’s for me to know, and you two to wonder.”
“You could afford more than two hotel rooms, couldn’t you!” You exclaimed, something clicking suddenly in your head.
Sam just shook his head. “You two are so, so stupid.”
Bucky started towards him, and Sam took off towards the door. “SAM GET BACK HERE!” Bucky roared, barreling after him. You scrambled after the two of them, cursing loudly at the Falcon as he made his getaway.
“Sam you asshole!” Bucky yelled as he raced Sam to the car.
Despite how angry Sam’s stupid prank made you, you felt a sense of gratitude to him in the moment. If it wasn’t for him, none of the past night would have happened, and you and Bucky would have lost even more time hating each other.
Then again, Sam was a massive dick.
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Thank you for reading! This is my first time publishing smut, any advice or criticism is welcome! Hope you enjoyed, as always likes and follows are appreciated~
Summary // Bucky has yet another nightmare, and you take care of him. Just a short fic with tons of fluff.
Word count // 909
Warnings // Plenty of angst, fluff, Bucky has hearing aids cause I say so, brief mention of a cat and… that's about it. Enjoy!
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Crash!
You woke up in a sweat, the thick cotton sheets sticking to your body like Saran Wrap. You peeled them away from your limbs while still mostly asleep, and it slowly registered that something had woken you up other than your poor summer bedding choices. Your first groggy thought was the cat, and the second —of course— was…
“Bucky.” You sleep-drunkenly croaked your roommate’s name. You swung your legs out of bed and onto the cool laminate, breathing a sigh of relief at the cold touch of your cheap flooring. The “plap plap plap” of your bare feet was the only sound in the flat as you shuffled towards Bucky’s room, running a hand along the wall to guide yourself.
You gave the door a few gentle taps with your knuckles before letting yourself in, the instinctive mental preparation for aiding Bucky somewhat sobering you as you entered.
“Oh… Buck.” You sighed.
The supersoldier was sitting on the floor by his bedside, his knees tucked up to his chest with his face buried in them. He was curled in between the window AC unit and his bed, like a frightened stray dog in an alley. It hit you how cold the room was fairly quickly; it was a stark contrast to the muggy rest of the apartment. It almost would’ve been refreshing if your friend wasn’t in such apparent distress.
You approached him slowly; noticing that his hearing aids were laying on his bedside table, you knew better than to startle him when he was like this. A gentle tap on the shoulder alerted him to your presence, and he jumped a little as he turned to face you. His stubbled cheeks were stained with tears, and his blue eyes were wide with fear.
“Hey Bucky, it’s just me. I just came to check on you.” You murmured reassuringly. He just planted his forehead back on his knees and shook his head.
“I’m fine. Go back to bed.”
Decidedly ignoring his order (you had known him long enough to know this was on the “not fine” end of his mood spectrum), you placed a hand lightly on his shoulder.
“Did you turn the thermostat up?”
“No. Was tryin’ to fix it.” He mumbled in answer.
“Do you want me to turn it back down?”
Silence followed. You were about to ask again, worried that he hadn’t heard you, when you heard a small sob come from somewhere within the tight ball that was Bucky.
“Buck-“ you started, growing more concerned.
“It was the nightmares again.” He cut you off, shaking a little as he visibly and unsuccessfully tried to hide his crying.
You didn’t say anything. You knew what he meant. You just sank down next to him slowly, hugging your knees with one hand and placing the other on his back softly.
“It- it reminded me of… the thermostat was too high and the cold…” he breathed shakily. You rubbed his back. He always always the bravest when he didn’t need to be, you thought to yourself. He didn’t need to hide that he was torn up right now, but he did. You wondered silently if you would ever understand why.
You leaned forward and wordlessly turned the AC down to match the rest of the apartment, and tugged the edge of the blanket off the bed to cover his shoulders.
“Is this better?”
He nodded silently.
There was a pause.
“…Do- I mean I was gonna go back to bed but, do you want me to stay?”
Another pause. Longer this time.
“Yes.”
“Yes you want me to stay? Or y-“
“Yes.”
You turned to look at him. His eyes weren’t pleading —they never were— but there was a bit too much wet in the ocean of his eyes, and he looked like he needed help bailing out.
You nodded. “Ok.”
After helping him up and into bed, you climbed in after. His sheets were noticeably cooler than yours, and you felt yourself instantly start to get sleepy again. You curled up facing away from him, giving him his space but making sure he felt secure.
Silence hung over the room. Not an uncomfortable silence, but the kind between two friends who’ve known each other long enough to just exist in each other’s space without the need for conversation. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, listening to Bucky’s gentle but somewhat labored breathing.
Suddenly, you felt something cold, metal and heavy drape across you, tugging on you gently from behind. You turned in surprise, seeing that Bucky had shifted closer, his arm around you hesitantly.
“Can I…? I mean it’s ok if-“
You interrupted him, scooting closer until your head was level with his chest and he was fully spooning you. You gently guided his arms around you and closed your eyes, smiling softly as you tried to fall asleep again.
His chin rested lightly on the top of your head, his body radiating heat into you.
“Thank you.”
“Shh.” You whispered back, not because you were trying to sleep but because it was ridiculous that he would apologize. He just hummed in response.
Right as you finally drifted off, and a nice dream started to unwind itself in your brain, you could swear you felt someone press a kiss to the crook of your neck and hug you tighter, hot breath like the summer breeze hitting your neck softly.
Probably just a good dream.
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