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Making a Mess | Series Part 1

Series Summary: Bucky is scared to make a mess, even in the bedroom, until Steve discovers that Bucky needs to break his old habits. And be the filthiest boy possible.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, recovering Bucky, established relationship, kink discovery, come marking, milking, no refractory period, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk

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Bucky came back with certain eccentricities. Committing to a relationship meant Steve needed to commit to these new quirks too.

The most noticeable is compulsive cleaning all the while being seemingly terrified of making any kind of mess. Steve regretfully assumes this is associated with past punishment. That Bucky remembers if something like a mess is his fault, there will be repercussions.

The tidiness is not the problem. It doesn't feel like an issue if Bucky is neurotic about cleaning. He always makes the bed, folds his clothes, wipes the counters, does the dishes immediately. Steve does his part as well, but what he really wishes is that Bucky could relax. Ease up.

But if Bucky needs a clean space to feel okay then Steve will be okay with that.

It's sex that becomes odd.

Bucky correlates "making a mess" even with ejaculating. And the idea of coming on anything or anyone is nearly traumatizing for him. After enough heated makeout, humping sessions where Bucky continuously stopped himself before he got too close, they finally have a discussion about it.

They determine that Bucky will feel much better if Steve wears a condom even though they don't have to with the serum. This way, Steve's release will be "confined" and "easily disposable" as Bucky puts it. Not super sexy, but obviously Steve agrees anyhow.

Similarly, and more strangely, Bucky requests he wears a sock over his cock while being fucked. For the same reasons. Choosing a sock over a condom is due to the fact that Bucky doesn't want to see the mess through the condom. He wants it hidden. Lastly, they need a towel under them at all times, just in case of any dripping.

Steve gets used to all these adjustments. He tells himself he doesn't mind them even though they are quite odd. Whatever makes Bucky comfortable is good with him because he loves Bucky and let's be real, he wants to fuck him more than he cares about socks, condoms and towels.

It's just the way they do things now... that is, until one evening. Steve wakes up horny in the middle of the night. And if he's being honest, he's just not thinking. He's sleepy and aroused. The blood has left his brain.

He mindlessly turns to Bucky and starts kissing him, feeling him all over. And Bucky kisses him right back. He leans into Steve, whimpering softly the way he always does when he wants it.

So, Steve forgets about the sock and the condom and the towel. He pulls Bucky's boxers down and starts rubbing his cock in between the cheeks of Bucky's ass. He's too lazy to open him up. He just needs to get off. And this is enough... for both of them it seems.

They both come and it's not until the haze of Steve's climax is fading that he not only realizes what they've done but he registers that Bucky is trembling incredibly hard. He opens his eyes to find tears slipping down Bucky's face.

Steve rushes to hug him and starts apologizing frantically. But when Bucky looks down at the come all over them and the bed, his lip trembles.

"I made a mess," he cries.

Steve's about to profusely apologize again when he notices Bucky's cock twitch and then they both watch a little bit more come dribble out. Steve looks over at him, amazed. Bucky sucks in a shaky breath. He turns to Steve.

"I'm still coming," he breathes. They watch more pour out and the look on Bucky's face staring at the evidence of it all is... indescribable.

That's when everything changes.

It's how Steve realizes Bucky needs to see the mess, needs to make one. He has to break free of his old conditioning and understand that making a mess is okay.

It's a high for him, Steve learns very quickly as they begin to experiment. The same way someone breaks a law, rebels against everything they know and feels reinvigorated by it. Making a mess, seeing it, and understanding that he's not about to be punished is freeing for Bucky, thrilling even. It's what he needs.

It's — thank god, oh thank god! Steve celebrates not having to wear a condom, not having to jerk Bucky off under a sock anymore.

Which is how they get here, to their new routine, where mess is encouraged and marveled. And by mess, Steve mainly means come. Lots and lots of come.

Steve has Bucky, naked, on all fours in the middle of the bed. His cock is hard, hanging between his legs.

Steve settles on his knees next to him.

"Are you sure... you want me like this?" Bucky asks.

"Yes, honey. It's perfect, just like this," Steve rubs his back.

"I'm not sure..." Bucky whispers, peering down at the bedsheets below him. No protective towel or barrier to shield his release.

"I'm sure. Do you want to make daddy happy?"

"Yes," Bucky nods.

"Good, then keep this ass up. And I'm gonna milk that pretty cock right in between your legs."

"I'll make a mess," Bucky shakes his head, panic rising in his throat.

"I want you to," Steve corrects, softly petting his hair. That calms him, he looks forward again. "And daddy's going to clean it up. So I want you to make a big mess for me."

Bucky gulps, digesting the words.

"Okay…" he nods.

Steve begins. Jerking him off slowly and tightly, always pointing his cock straight down toward the tan bedsheets.

After the discovery, Steve went out and bought everything in beige or muted colors so that come would show up brightly on them. He didn't want Bucky's release to blend in with bright white bedding. He wants stains to stew into the fabric and become a reminder for him. Most days, he leaves their messes to stain purposely for this very reason.

"Wait," Bucky murmurs.

"Are you close?"

"Uh huh, we... need a towel," Bucky frets, his eyes darting down between his legs.

His cock throbs in Steve's hands. He's definitely about to come.

"No, we don't. I want it all over the bedsheets," Steve instructs.

"Can I have a s-sock?" Bucky stutters.

"No."

Steve twists his wrists right under the head making Bucky's elbows nearly fold in but he catches himself.

"Let it happen, baby. Let it all spill out," Steve croons.

"But..." Bucky tenses, trying to hold back.

"Bucky," Steve scolds.

"Oh... no," Bucky cries, his legs shaking now. He grips the bedsheets in his hands, a pink blush wraps around the back of his neck.

Steve leans in closely, still pumping his cock.

"It's good, honey. Remember? We wanna make a mess. I'm gonna clean it all up for you, sweetheart."

Steve keeps stroking him until he feels the large pulse of Bucky's cock, indicating he's about to come. And then it rushes out of him in thick, large spurts all over the sheets.

"There you go," Steve coos. "There's my brave boy. You're being so brave for me."

Bucky's trembling as it continues to flow out of him. When it slows to a drip, Steve unlatches his hand. Lifting him as he sits against the headboard, he shifts Bucky to his lap. Bucky instantly wraps himself around Steve in a hug. His skin is warm to the touch, his limbs are starting to calm now along with his breathing.

"You know what we're gonna do now?" Steve asks, petting the back of his hair once more.

Bucky shakes his head over his shoulder. Then he glances back at the mess on the sheets. The puddle of come Steve just milked out of him. Steve turns his chin back to him with a loving smile.

"Make you come again," Steve tells him.

"But—" Bucky shakes his head, ready to protest.

"No butts," Steve shushes him with a finger on his lips. "Gonna make you come on my cock now. Cause you deserve it, baby. And you're gonna make another really big mess."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

Steve spreads Bucky's ass over his lap, grabs his cock, and lines the head up against his hole. Pushing inside him is easy since Steve opened him up before he milked him.

Steve thrusts upward, fast and steady. In just a few pumps, Steve lets himself come with a strained groan. He's already so worked up and he doesn't have to hold back when it'll only add to the mess. While he keeps fucking him, his release begins to drip down from Bucky's hole adding to the already soiled bedsheets.

He knows Bucky can feel it dripping down, dripping out of him. He knows exactly what's happening and even though his face is scrunched with uncertainty, his cock starts to throb against Steve's stomach. Steve gives him a few tight strokes and that's all it takes to set him off again.

With his cock pointed up, Bucky paints Steve's chest in his come. And when he's done, he can't take his eyes off it. Panting from his second orgasm, he stares at Steve's chest like he's never seen it before. All marked up, all from his doing.

Steve stops fucking him. Bucky blinks up at him like he hadn't realized how focused he'd become with his come-covered pecs. Steve cracks a sinful grin before he takes his hand and scoops up as much as he can off his skin.

Bucky's eyes widen as if he's never seen Steve do this before (he has). Steve reaches forward and smears the come all over Bucky's chest, eliciting a sharp gasp from Bucky. Bucky closes his eyes like he can't process it, the feeling of his release all over his bare skin. Steve continues rubbing it in until Bucky opens his eyes to face it.

"There you are," Steve smiles, pausing his hands.

He tugs Bucky forward for a kiss. Bucky moans into it.

"You ready?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods, whimpering against his lips because he knows what's coming. And as much as his body tries to fight it, he knows how much he wants it.

Steve lifts them together, carefully turning Bucky around and placing him onto his stomach right over the first puddle of come. He pushes Bucky between his shoulder blades making sure the come is sliding up from his stomach, to his chest, all the way to his neck. Bucky mewls into the bedsheets, hiding his face.

Steve grabs Bucky's hips, pushes back inside, and continues fucking him in earnest. This is always where Bucky officially loses it. Steve feels it under his hands as Bucky's entire body starts to tremble.

"What, honey?" Steve taunts playfully. "You like being fucked, lying over our come?"

Bucky cries out but the sound is muffled since his face is still buried against the mattress. His hands stretch out and grip the sheets into tight fists. The tremor running through his body is only intensifying.

Steve grabs his hips tighter, thrusts into him faster, and then the high-pitched wail tears from Bucky's lips. He's coming for a third time, absolutely reveling in the mess he's being fucking into.

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