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Promises - Chapter 14
Pairing: Bucky x OFC
Words: 1.2k
Summary: Izzy gets ready for Bucky's party, but she's unsure of her costume. Queue smutty flashback
A/N: This has been on my AO3 for ages. I'm up to chapter 25 over there but am trying to update things here on Tumblr
Warnings: Explicit. Smut. Bondage theme.
***18+ Only... Minors Do Not Enter or Interact***
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Bells & Whistles
Izzy stood in front of her mirror with her hair curled and pinned up loosely to look seductive. Her make-up was far more dramatic than her usual nude style with light smoky-eye. Her skin was bronzed, eyes dark, lashes heavy and lips a deep burgundy red. The black patent leather stiletto pumps Nat had instructed her to wear made her legs look long and shapely, leading the eye up to where red bondage tape spiralled up one leg from the ankle, overlapping to create a tight skirt at the top of her thighs, and winding a spiral up again until it overlapped across her chest to cover her breasts. Atop of that, she wore the black mesh dress that didnât covered anything at all, and she had attached the jingling bell nipple clamps to the fabric just where her nipples would be had they not been covered with the tape. She felt ridiculous but had to admit that she looked amazing, like something from an S&M porno meets Victoria Secret. Natasha would approve.Â
Izzy bounced a little to jingle the bells. She recalled the first time sheâd seen those nipple clamps.Â
The tinkling sound of bells distracted her from admiring the lean and muscled perfection that was buck-naked Bucky. Heâd stepped out of her bedroom for a moment, having forgotten something so important that he had to leave her, hot and flustered, with an aching heat between her legs.
âWhatâre those?â She propped herself up on her elbows and regarded him with a lidded gaze as he stood by her feet at the end of the bed.
âTheyâre for you.â He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. âHumour me, will you?â
She didnât know what he was playing at but usually when Bucky had a bedroom plan it ended in euphoria and shaking legs for her. She knew he wouldnât try to push something new onto her without asking first.
He tossed the tinkling bells onto the bed beside her but kept hold of the other package until sheâd examined the first.
Scooping up the bells, she turned them over in her fingers. A pang of nervousness combined with a slight thrill of excitement sent a flush to her cheeks and her heart jumping.
âNipple clamps?â She asked sceptically.
âYou lov- um, you enjoy it when I pinch you so I figure this is the next step.â He explained. âAnd itâll free up my hands to do other things.â He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Izzy couldnât contain her nervous giggle. âOkay, Iâll try them.â She said almost too eagerly, working out how easy the slider was to move for more or less pressure. âWhatâs the other thing?â
âThis is a little bit more of a bigger ask.â He came and knelt on the bed next to her. His cock was at half-mast, hanging between his parted thighs. âItâs tape.â He said finally, when she looked up from his lazy erection to find him watching her face with a smirk.
âTape, Like duct tape?â
âBondage tape.â
âYou want to tie me up?â She asked, a little scared by the prospect.
âIf you want to, we can, but this is for me.â He was unashamed, but his vulnerability and his trusting gaze set her heart fluttering. He was baring a secret part of himself to her, and she felt more than a little privileged, she felt profoundly moved.
âWhatever you need.â She didnât hesitate, offering him her unconditional acceptance.
Bucky looked at her with a mixture of relief and contentment as she examined the roll of plastic tape. It felt strange to her, not at all like she expected. It wasnât sticky but it did stick to itself spectacularly well, a little like industrial grade saran wrap. Izzy unrolled a piece and wrapped it around her wrist before tearing the roll off. It smothered the skin on her arm and would definitely leave a sweaty patch underneath. It tore easily enough in single layers and would definitely be more comfortable than things like handcuffs and cable ties.
âI can wait for this.â He broke her train of thought, holding up the roll of red tape. âI think we should start with these.â He jingled the bells at her with an impish grin as he pushed her back onto the bed.
The sex that night had been a different kind of exciting. Bucky had made sure that she put the bells on herself first, adjusting it to where she felt comfortable. Later sheâd let him do it for her, pushing her pleasure/pain boundaries a little at a time. Bucky always knew how to make her body sing, it was like his superpower.
The last time theyâd used the clamps had been the first time sheâd been bound with his red tape, and the first time sheâd experienced the illustrious nipplegasm.
Sheâd worn the bells all throughout their foreplay. Bucky had tongued her nipples around the clamps, jingling the bells with the rapid and firm flicking of his tongue. Sheâd come, desperate and needy without him so much as blowing on her soaking wet cunt. Heâd built her up until she was practically writhing under him, wrists bound in red tape and strapped to the sturdy wooden bars of her headboard. Reading her body so well heâd pushed her to the edge of oblivion multiple times, teasing her with it, tempting her only to withhold that last push that would send her spiralling over the top. Izzy had begged him, sobbing his name until she thought she would have to use their safe word. Having pushed her right to the edge again he finally let her come. Twisting the clamps in his fingers he tugged them from her skin roughly, creating the most acute and exquisite sting that shot a bolt of pleasure from her nipples to her cunt, which spasmed brutally as she came.
Suddenly Buckyâs fingers were inside her, drawing out her pleasure. He moaned as he felt her pulsing around him and as she began to calm heâd loosed her from her bindings, drawing her arms down and rubbing her hands in his. Once satisfied the blood flow was normal, he laid one of her cool hands on his solid cock and lay back as she took him into her mouth and finished him off with ease.
Izzy blinked hard, her reflection coming back into focus. All the memories of her and Bucky swam around her brain, bringing tears to her eyes. She missed him fiercely and decided that she would try to patch things up with him, tell him she forgave him, set things straight. Would she tell him about her feelings? Doubtful. That was her last-ditch effort to save something of their relationship if things went bad; her Hail Mary.
Steeling herself, she swung on her charcoal grey trench coat and grabbed her clutch. Her taxi would be arriving momentarily to carry her to Starkâs Bar & Grill, back to her good friends, and back to Bucky.
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pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. smut. established relationship. fluff. unprotected sex in the kitchen - sorry not sorry. and not much else, really! if iâm forgetting something pls lmk.
words: 2.3k
notes: i havenât stopped thinking about him in that damn white tank since i first saw it and honestly i donât know if i ever will. hereâs just some random smut for you, inspired ofc by said white tank, please enjoy. thank you in advance for reading and as always - reblogs and comments are welcome and so appreciated! let me know what you think. đŠľ
You canât be held responsible for this.
Itâs really not your fault.
Heâs the one looking soâŚhim.
It took one little look. And now here you are.
Youâre not complaining! But when your phone starts ringing with texts in about fifteen minutes asking where you are and why youâre late, well⌠you can deal with that later.
You had padded down the hall, hair and makeup done and dress unzipped with your heels in your hand.
Did you really need his help to zip it up? No. But you canât pass up the opportunity to feel his hands on you, even for a second.
He got home not too long ago so you know where youâll find him, but he hasnât come into the room to say hello, so youâre not exactly sure how youâll find him.
You started considering skipping out on girls night the second you heard him come in without his usual greeting, and that is still definitely on the table. You havenât been seeing him as often as either of you would like lately, and as much as you love your friends, you had brunch together last weekend, itâs not like itâs been ages⌠They wouldnât be too upset, youâre sure.
You decided youâd make up your mind when you saw Bucky.
You find him exactly where you knew you would. He stands at the kitchen counter, his hair mussed, shirt discarded as heâs clad in his black pants and white under tank. Heâs hunched over a bit and yet he still looks so big.
You smile wearily as you assess him from behind. He seems tense and tired and you can easily guess why. Heâs been working nonstop for the past two weeks, you know heâs exhausted.
You walk closer to him and he turns to face you as you near his back.
He may be exhausted but damn he always manages to still look good. Youâre almost envious of his natural allure.
âHey, sweetheart,â he greets with a rumble as you reach out to touch him, your hand on his side as you step closer to him. His own find your waist as he pulls you in to hug you. âYou look beautiful as ever,â he murmurs softly, holding you tighter than youâd expected.
âHi, baby,â you ease back. Itâs not a pet name you use often, but it slips so easily from your tongue as he holds you and you hug him back.
âThought you woulda been gone already,â he says as you pull back from him, your eyes meeting as he keeps his hands on you.
âNot yet,â you say, âcan you zip me?â
He smiles at you and you turn around, allowing him access to the zipper. He keeps a hand on your hip as he slowly works the zipper up the dress, taking his sweet time. Once heâs got it, he runs his big hand down your back and then settles it on your other hip, giving you a squeeze.
âThank you,â you say, turning to face him once more, âSo,â you broach, âhow was your day?â
âAh, we donât need to talk about that right now,â he tries to brush off.
âBucky,â you start to admonish before he interrupts you.
âHave I seen this dress before?â He asks as his hands wander along the fabric, his eyes following your every curve.
You sigh, letting it go for now, âNo, itâs new.â
âLooks good on you,â he compliments.
âThank you,â you smile with a titter.
He blinks at you, his eyes swimming with something you arenât sure you can name as his big hands find your bottom.
âIâve missed you so much, you know that?â
You nod, softening as you step closer to him, âIâve been missing you, too.â
He gives your ass as squeeze as you lean into him and you donât even realize youâre doing it as you let your gaze wander down his sturdy chest to where his tank top is still tucked into his pants. Heâs so built and so big, youâre damn near obsessed. And God, you really have been missing him.
His warmth, his touch, his everything.
You only realize you were biting your lip as his thumb comes up to pull it from your teeth. And you only realize your hand has been drifting down his thick, strong torso when you brush the top of his pants.
You meet his eye and you need no other warning of whatâs about to come as you see the longing there.
His hand is holding your face as he licks his lips without thought. His eyes drift from yours to your lips and then all at once heâs on you.
His kiss is fervent and hot as he leads you. You let him turn you as youâre entirely enraptured in his kiss. You donât recognize the counter at your backside as you kiss him back until he lifts you up without warning. His strength is always so impressive to you as you yip and reach to hold onto him despite the fact youâre already sitting safely by the time you do.
Your legs spread enough to welcome him as he stands between them, your dress already ridden up your thick thighs. His kisses are incessant as he holds you, his hands and lips both wandering what belongs to him.
Your hands are in his thick, dark hair as he attacks your neck and you canât help the moan that slips past your lips. You can feel his smile against your skin as he hears it, like music to his ears.
You pull him closer with your leg around him as he pushes up the material of your dress until itâs around your waist. His hands move higher and once he finds the top of your dress, he pulls it down too, taking your strapless bra with it. He unhooks it easily and tosses it aside while avoiding unzipping the dress for you.
His mouth is on your full breasts the moment he exposes them; licking, nipping, sucking at your nipples while your back arches and you moan at the feeling.
âBuck,â you eke out your plea, tugging at him.
He doesnât stop but his hands do move down to undo his pants. He pulls away after a second and pushes them down enough to free his stiff cock. He pulls you closer to him and then drags your silky panties down, tossing them with your bra before he situates himself back between your spread legs.
The feeling of his hand on your bare thigh is enough to set you on fire. He squeezes the ample softness there as he feels you, letting his hand slide up your leg to hold your hip.
Youâre definitely gonna be late now, but it really isnât your fault. They canât blame you. And even if they could, you donât think youâd really care.
Youâre pulled from your thoughts as you feel his cock head at your entrance.
âSo wet,â he murmurs as he drags himself up and down your slit teasingly, earning a whimper from you. âI know, baby,â he chuckles, looking up to meet your puppy dog eyes, âI know. Iâm gonna give it to ya, know exactly what you need, sweetheart,â he says, his words smooth as silk as he talks huskily.
He guides himself back to your slick entrance and right before he starts to push into you, he makes sure your eyes are on him, and of course they are.
You hold eye contact as he slowly moves into you, your lips parting on a gasp the deeper he goes. Your hands are messed in his hair again as your walls involuntarily squeeze his length inside of you.
âFuck,â you breathe. You pull him closer, angling yourself to kiss him again as he slides the rest of the way into your tight pussy. He kisses you back just as fervently as before as he starts to pull out of you before thrusting right back in. His thick cock dragging perfectly along your tight walls as he fucks you. His hand tightens on your hip as you squeeze him again, his eyes squeezing shut as he moans in turn, but his pace never faltering.
You wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself to him as he holds your waist. His cock hitting deeper with his every thrust. Youâre already on the brink of your orgasm as you bury your face in his neck, breathing him in as he fucks you in perfect time. His grunts and groans and moans fill your ears as your own spur him on.
âMissed you so fucking much,â he pants as he squeezes you again. You kiss his stubbled jaw, arching into him, âMissed you,â you mewl. You suddenly feel his thumb on your clit and you gasp out your moan.
âBucky,â you cry, hands gripping his solid back.
âI got you, sweetheart,â he husks, âcome on. Let go, baby. Come for me. Need to feel you come around my cock,â he grits, working your clit in tight circles as you clench around him, eyes squeezing shut and arms holding him ever tighter. âNeed to feel you,â he begs a little quieter, almost as if he was talking to himself.
You canât hold back any longer as his cock hits that special spot inside you once again while his thumb is ceaseless on your sensitive clit. Your face is in his neck as you quake against him, coming hard. Your body feels alight and electric, sparks of unadulterated pleasure shooting through you as you shudder and moan at the overwhelming feeling. Waves of ecstasy washing over you as you moan and whine in Buckyâs ear.
He doesnât relent as he works you through your high and pushes himself closer to his own, praises for you and groans of his own pleasure sounding from him as he fucks you, making sure you feel every inch of him, his hands gripping your ass as he keeps you close.
Your walls pulsing around his length have him growling as he teeters on the edge of his orgasm, but itâs your soft moan in his ear as you hold onto him that really pushes him over the edge. You sound so pleased, so satisfied and debauched and itâs all because of him. Itâs all for him.
You gasp as he comes inside you, curses of pleasure and your name on his tongue, his hot cum filling you up as he slows his thrusts. You feel his lips on your temple and then your cheek as he kisses you gently while he comes down. Your walls still squeezing him softly as you do the same until he finally pulls out of you, tucking himself away.
You hold his face in your hands, admiring him for a moment before you pull him closer for a kiss. He still stands between your legs as he lets you pull him further into you before you finally let him go.
âIâve really missed you,â you murmur. âI know youâre off all next month, and weâll be around each other, be able to make up for lost time,â you smirk coyly, âbut,â you breathe, âstill, I kinda just wanna stay here with you tonight.â
âYeah?â he asks with a half smile, âwhat about girlâs night?â
âTheyâll survive without me.â
âYou really donât have to cancel your plans for me, sweetheart,â he assures you, that look in his eye telling you more than his words. He doesnât think you mean it, doesnât want to seem like he wants you to stay just as badly as you want to⌠âI think I need some alone time, anyway,â he adds - now avoiding your eye as he speaks, and only fueling your previous suspicions as he fixes the top of your dress, taking a second before he wraps his arms around you. You let your own slide around his neck as he rests his head on your chest.
âI donât think I believe you,â you reply easily with a kiss to his hair before you urge him back and get off the counter.
He watches you as you turn around, your back to him. âUnzip me?â
He does as you ask, after a few seconds.
You shimmy the dress off and donât look back to him as you go for your phone set on the opposite counter. You shoot your friends a text letting them know not to expect you tonight as you feel Bucky at your back.
âYou donât have to stay for me,â he says again, even softer now.
You turn to face him, meeting his eye, âTell me you want me to leave, and I will,â you say.
He bites his lip as he watches you intently, shaking his head a bit before he speaks, âI canât.â
âDidnât think so,â you smile triumphantly.
You take his hand in yours and pull him out of the kitchen, down the hall to your shared bedroom. He follows with no complaint.
âYou shower, Iâll clean myself up a bit, then cuddles and talking, and then⌠round two?â
âAnd three,â he agrees, pulling your naked body against his still clothed one before he kisses you again. âAnd dinner somewhere in between.â
âSounds good,â you smile against his lips. âThe usual?â
He nods, âIâll call it in when we get outta the shower.â
âWe?â you quirk a brow, noticing the twinkle of mischief in his bright blue eyes just a moment too late.
You yelp as he picks you up effortlessly in his inhumanly strong arms, his mirthful chuckle sending butterflies alight in your belly as he smiles that charming smile at you.
âWe,â he confirms, walking you both into the bathroom, with no complaint from you as you relax in his hold.
God, have you missed this.
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40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.
Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse heâs been eyeing from the day he started. Youâre not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.
You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.
Bucky was in love.
âWell arenât you a sight for sore eyesâ he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"
âI see your injury hasnât stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"
âCâmon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.
"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.
He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.
How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.
So much closer.
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"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"
You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.
âAnd what hurts nowâ you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.
"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"
"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.
All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-
âHelp your Sergeant out dollâ He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"
You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.
âY-yes Sergeant Barnesâ
His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.
"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.
Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.
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You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.
"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.
"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.
You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.
"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"
He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.
"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.
"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.
But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.
If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.
You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.
"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.
Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.
Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-
âGonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?â He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.
âYes!!â You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"
"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.
"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.
"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .
âYâknow mâgonna marry youâ his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, âafter all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that fingerâ
His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.
âWhat is it loveâ Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.
âDo you mean it? After this is all over?â You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-
"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"
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And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.
There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.
It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.
The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.
Everything was perfecttt.
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Wedded Bliss
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader
Summary: The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets heâs meant to be faking this whole thingâand hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.
Warnings: 18+. Dubcon. Corruption kink. Virginity loss. Arranged marriage between enemies. Brat taming. Breeding kink. Beefy, mob boss Bucky devolving into a fall-to-his-knees-just-to-fuck-you kind of horny mess.
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You kissed him and wished him dead in the same breath. You said âI doâ and meant âI donât,â exchanged your vows like your own last rites, and felt him slip the ring on your finger as if heâd just tightened a noose around your neck.
You didnât want to be a bride, and you sure as hell didnât want to be the bride to Mr. James Buchanan Barnes.
Frankly, you were mortified.
And terrified, too, now that you knew your groom might actually kill you in the kitchen of your honeymoon suite.
âHave you lost your fucking mind?!â
âI walked down the aisle, didnât I?â
Another plate went crashing on the wall behind your husbandâs head just as he managed to duck. He side-stepped a spray of porcelain and glass and probably crushed several hundred shards beneath his polished black oxfords when he walkedâstalkedâover to you.
Youâd just reared back to hurl a serving plate at his face when you found your speed swiftly outmatched. Bucky had your elbow gripped between his forefinger and thumb in less than a second, and, pinching the bone like he might readily break it, he said, even as always,
âPut it down.â
You did as he told you and dropped the platter to the floor with a crash.
Rather than berate you for the broken chinaâor the four other pieces before itâyour husband only smiled.
âAre we done?â
Hell, you wanted to be. Slide over a pen and a one-way plane ticket to someplace in BFE, and youâd be signing those divorce papers in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, your dear husband was just referring to the temper tantrum.
You werenât totally sure if you were finished on that front, so you looked him up and down and shrugged.
âNow darlingââ he started.
âDonât call me that.â
âLight of my lifeââ
âIâll kill you.â
Your cool, level-headed groom took each gibe like it was his sworn duty, and only when he yanked your wrists behind your back and shoved you toward the bedroom door did you sense that he might not be too pleased with your behavior.
Your knees struck the edge of the California King at the center of the room, and before you could will yourself not to fall face-first, Bucky nudged you hard again.
Still pinning your hands behind you, he followed your collapse on the bed and leaned over your prone body.
His breaths were hot on your ear; you could tell he was smiling as he started to hike your dress up your legs.
âItâs all part of the deal, doll.â
You wriggled under his hold and tried to angle yourself better to see him, hoping heâd see your scowl.
âThe deal was to get married,â you reminded him.
âMhmm,â Bucky hummed, just then starting to trail a finger up the uncovered skin of your calf with his other hand, âAnd what is it that married people do?â
You kicked your foot reflexively, paused, then said,
âFight. Constantly. Probably resent each other for the better part of two decades before we finally decide that âmaking it workâ for the kids isnât worth it at all, and I claim half of everything you own in a bitter divorce.â
That earned a chuckle from Bucky. He kept his roaming hand brushing up the back of your thigh and squeezed the flesh just below the swell of your rear.
âDonât worry, my lawyer drafted a pretty good prenup.â
You opened your mouth to speak, but then he was tracing the contour of your ass with his palm, and you cut yourself short. Bucky carried on, careless as ever.
âBut the kids you mentioned,â he said, âHow are we supposed to get those?â
You pursed your lips and tried hard not to move when his fingers drifted inwardâyou wouldnât give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. The bottom of your dress was bunched around your hips now, leaving you sorely exposed. Had your bridesmaids not thrust that stupid white lingerie set upon you hours before the wedding, you probably wouldâve chosen something a little more modest than a thong. But here you were.
At least the sight seemed appealing to your husband, whose eyes hadnât left you once while his hands grew even hungrier to feel your warmth.
âIâm hoping a sperm donor or one of your double-crossing mobster friends will knock me up, honestly,â you said, feigning enthusiasm at the thought.
A tart slap delivered to your ass told you that Bucky hadnât found that funny. After, he started kneading the skin a bit harder.
âNo shot,â he shook his head, suddenly gliding his fingers down closer to your core and waiting for you to say something in protest, âOnly one thatâs gonna be pumping this thing full of babies is me, I promise.â
It was like he wanted your retaliation, whether that be by a thinly veiled look of disgust or a reactionary jab of your own. You werenât keen on fulfilling any wish of his, but at this point, you felt you had no other choice. When you sensed he was distracted by the newly-discovered heat between your legs and had loosened his grip on your wrists, you flipped yourself over on the bed. Shoved at his chest before he knew what to do with himself.
Of course, the push didnât send him far, but it was enough to get his attentionâand his hands off of you.
âIâm not having your babies, Barnes! I am never going to fuck you, no matter how long we stay fake married,â you spat.
At that, Bucky just raised his eyebrows and wet his lips. You were cramming your wedding dress back into place, glaring at him the whole time, and were scarcely more aware of the bright, teeming city outside the window than you were of your husbandâs own growing erection.
Finally, youâd said it. His new wife wouldnât fuck him. The sound of your resistance was almost a pleasure unto itself, and the longer you stared at Bucky with growing contempt and resolve not to do that thing, the more determined he became to make it happen.
Cat-and-mouse games had long been a staple in his life, and he was pleased to see them carry into his marriage as well. Surely if heâd triumphed in every pursuit for the last twenty yearsâfacing the likes of some seriously execrable bandits and racketeersâhe could take on a bratty woman less than half his size. You said you didnât want his babies now, but just wait until heâd fucked you full of his cum once or twice. Youâd be begging him for it in no time at all, and shortly thereafter, heâd have you barefoot and pregnant as many times as he liked. Always swollen with one of his children and whining for more.
The woman before him now had a murderous glint in her eyes, but he could fuck that away easy. In fact, he would live to do it. He traced the outline of your thigh over your dress and smiled when you tried not to recoil.
âSurely you didnât think weâd be finger-painting and reading poetry to each other on our wedding night, hm?â he asked, almost delicately.
âThought you might have one of your other women lined up,â you snorted. When you tried to move away, Bucky pinched your leg to make you stay. You winced.
âThatâs not funny,â he said, a little more consternation in his tone. Like he actually cared whether you thought him a profligate Lothario or not, âNow that weâre married, itâs only you and me. No mistresses, nothing.â
Yeah, and he was just as likely arriving to your marital bed a blushing virgin. You rolled onto your side and pretended not to feel him tighten his grip as you did.
âTry the carnal part of our marriage yourself and Iâm sure youâll find Iâm an exceptional fuck,â Bucky continued, speaking low as he stroked the chiffon of your dress.
You didnât doubt the man was goodâcertainly the extent of his sexual escapades as a twenty-something seemed to demand itâbut exceptional? No fucking way. You knew men like Bucky, with the world and every walking pair of tits at their fingertips, and almost all were incurably selfish. Cocky. The kind to jackhammer a woman for three consecutive minutes, roll over, and say, âDid you cum?â
No, there was not a snowballâs chance in hell your husbandâs sexual prowess was even half as good as he claimed it was. Deciding to bite your tongue for the first time that night, though, you just stared at him blankly.
What you didnât know was that your silence only stoked the flames of his ego, prompting him to press the matter further.
âWhat? You think I canât fuck?â he said, âAny woman lucky enough to bed me has cum at least twice. Every time.â
Sure they did, Bucky, you wanted to say, but were suddenly drawn into his lap before you could speak.
âBut letâs pretend I canât,â he said, heedless of the face you made as soon as you were straddling his hips, âYou wouldnât let your husband prove himself tonight?â
âI donât fuck strangers.â
Bucky smiled at that.
âEveryoneâs a stranger until you get to blow them, honey,â he teased, squeezing your hips when you didnât seem amused at all. Then you let out a cry, feeling yourself thrown back on the mattress like a rag doll while Bucky moved off.
Before you knew it, he was tugging your ankles down the length of the bed and widening his stance just a bit. He stopped pulling once your knees were grazing his black dress pants and your feet were dangling off of the bed.
âYou like skylines?â he asked.
You frowned and raised a brow that he was quick to interpret as a âyes.â He hauled you onto your feet.
ââCourse you do. All pretty girls like pretty skies,â he rattled on, strolling with you step-by-step to the set of French doors at the end of the room.
Bucky led you out to the balcony. The air was warm as it ever was, dull gusts of the evening wind curling up from the coastline below. Just as your husband had promised, the skyline of Santorini greeted you on either side, and you had to admit, it was more than just pretty. The views from your villa were absolutely breathtaking.
You stood with your back to Bucky, hands resting on the marble balustrade, and you felt him there, behind you. You didnât bother to tilt your head when he drew even closer.
âWhat do you like most about it?â The question was simple enough, punctuated with a kiss on your shoulder. Your eyes scanned the horizon, the sea, even the quiet little streets down beneath, and you racked your brain trying to think of an answer that might satisfy him.
Before you could, though, you sucked in a breath when you felt your dress start to come undone at your back.
Bucky was unzipping your gown, gentle as ever, and probably grinning from ear to ear as he watched you shift uncomfortably in place and try to hold the material above your breasts where it had been fastened all day. Presently, you kicked your heel backward and hoped it would land somewhere near his balls. You missed.
âJames,â you hissed.
Bucky groaned at the sheer intonation of his name on your lips.
âYes, dear?â
âWhy are you undressing me?â
Bucky had successfully dragged the zipper all the way down to your ass, and it seemed he was trying to shimmy the dress off your frame. You held on tight.
âIâd like to fuck my bride over the balcony railing, if thatâs alright with you,â he answered truthfully.
The man was nothing if not blunt and crass. You turned around to give him a look, yanking your gown even closer to your chest.
âIâllâ Iâll tell my mother, Barnes.â
You felt stupid as soon as youâd said itâusing your go-to threat whenever you were in distress. What were you, eleven?
âYour mother?â Bucky repeated, words steeped in derision, âLast I recall, mommy dearest was practically begging me to get you pregnant at the reception.â
Your jaw clenched, and you internally cursed your whole family. Your parents were supposed to be on your side throughout all of thisâit was bad enough theyâd pawned you off to a mob boss of unrivaled infamy all to settle a debt, but this? Your mother had assured you just the day before that Mr. Barnes was bound to tire of you within the year. No mention of sex or babies whatsoever.
The same mother who had beat you over the head with the notion of your own virginity since you were old enough to read, the one who had underscored just how important it was to wait for the right man to give yourself body, mind, and soul to, turning around and telling this filthy criminal to have you any way he liked. And knock you up? The fucking nerve of that woman.
You were so preoccupied with thoughts of your own backstabbing family that you hardly felt Bucky drag your dress the rest of the way down your body. It was only when you were completely bare before him, and your husband had just started to skim his lips over your tummy that you tensed with surprise.
âI donât have to fuck you just yet, doll,â he murmured, having sunk to his knees and only moving lower. Then the corners of his lips twitched, âLeast not with my dick.â
You tried to pry his head from between your legs before he could stretch his tongue so much as an inch.
âJames!â
Again with that name.
âYou know, I love when you call me that, Mrs. Barnes.â
Bucky was peering up at you now, soaking in the sight of your body in a white lace bra, panties, and stockings.
âIs my bride feeling shy?â he teased, gently nipping at your inner thighs.
You werenât sure what you were feeling in that moment, to be honest. Revulsion, betrayal, arousal, you name itâeach crowned with an all-encompassing hatred for the man currently occupying the space between your legsâwhile a still stronger desire almost hoped he would stay.
âYou can hate your husband all you want and still let him tonguefuck you,â Bucky growled against your skin.
Like heâd read your mind.
In reality, your husband hardly needed the powers of telepathy to tell him just how turned on you were; the sopping wet spot in your panties said as much. From his vantage point, Bucky saw the disgust in your eyes slowly eclipsed by lust, and with a single flick of his tongue, he knew he would have you exactly where he wanted you.
âJust let it happen, honey.â
He felt your fingers thread tight through his hair and the first stir of your hips in tandem. One small, delectable whimper crossed your lips, and it took everything in Bucky not to tear your panties straight off with his teeth.
Instead, the man opted for a soft, gentle lick over your clothed slit. Testing the waters.
Your whimper was quick to meld to a moan, and then, just as fast:
âN-no, Bucky.â
To your dismay, his tongue didnât retreat, only making firmer laps against your centre while his lips grazed the lace. He gripped your thighs and wedged himself deeper, and again, you cursed the paper thin fabric of your panties for letting you feel everything his mouth was doing. He hadnât even made proper contact with your cunt, and your knees were already starting to shake.
He pressed a kiss above your clit through the flimsy material, and you almost tore a clump of hair from his head.
âNo. Please.â You hardly made sense to yourself; it was clear you wanted his touch, but something inside you wasnât quite ready to submit to the idea that this was all okay. That your husbandâs tongue and lips might be meant for something like this, and you didnât have to feel so guilty for wanting it either. Fucking purity culture.
âMy pretty girl,â Bucky presently murmured above the fabric, words sending a dozen little shockwaves in their wake, âMy beautiful fucking wife.â
The man inhaled your scent and couldâve sworn he was in ecstasy. Blinded by desire as he was, he really wasnât bullshitting in the slightest when he gathered you to him and said you were the best; heâd genuinely grown transfixed by the feel of you, in spite of every fibre of his being telling him not to. The marriage was arranged, fake, and fueled by hatredâand somehow, Bucky couldnât get enough.
Nor could he wait any longer. One light swipe of his finger tugged your panties aside, and then he was latching on, no cover this time, to take your clit between his lips. Sucking hard, going fast, needing it bad.
A moan rang loud in his ears, and your hand on his head was instantly joined by the other. You yanked his hair like you never had before, pulling so tight at the roots as though your pleasure depended on it. Bucky smiled around the soft pearl in his mouth and flicked it gently with the tip of his tongue.
âFeel good, baby?â he breathed.
His head tilted up to you, and he could see you were struggling just to breathe, face painted with a medley of emotions.
You didnât know if you could, or should, be feeling this good from a man so evil. Bucky flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe up your pussy to ensure that you would. Then he posed the question again, smirking.
âYou like my tongue on this wet, needy cunt?â
His words were so damn obscene, but you nodded anyway. Feeling small and powerless beneath those big, broad hands as they pinned you back on the marble and spread you even wider for the taking.
He loved how innocent and lewd you looked at once, wincing with pleasure and still trying to keep your composure like you thought a good girl should.
Bucky wanted to break that resolve. He brought one hand closer to your entrance.
And, just as your breaths were starting to hitch and grow more ragged in your chest, he pushed two fingers inside. The act surprised your husband almost as much as it did you��not quite, but almostâupon feeling how tight you were, how resistant to even two digits you seemed to be. He hardly knew whether to shove them deeper or pull them out, so fast did your muscles contract around him.
When you whined a loud, protracted, âFUCK!â he figured he would stick with the former. He grinned, having never heard you speak, much less swear, out of pleasure like this.
Your head lolled back and your body made an arch when his fingers curled inside you. You were panting, moaning, coating his hand with your juices, and Bucky knew you were close.
He started pumping his fingers in and out while his tongue worked your clit, chin practically doused in your arousal by now. A swell of pride rose within him: he could finally bring you home to that sweet release, have you a shaking, soaking mess above his face like you were wholly his and no one elseâs. He moved his tongue even faster and sank his fingers straight down to the knuckle.
Then, unexpectedly, both were robbed of your touch.
Seized with fear, you shoved Bucky off and stumbled away from his glistening face. You took off toward the doors and fled the balcony before you could think.
âWhat the fâ honey? Honey?!â Bucky sputtered. He bounded after you.
Youâd thrown yourself in the master bathroom and locked the door behind you in the blink of an eye. Outside, your husband had only to stare in pure bewilderment and awe, mind reeling at what had just happened.
Fucking hell, he knows. He knows! You collapsed against the door and slid down a couple inches. Your hand reflexively flew to your mouth to stifle the sounds when Bucky began pounding the wood behind you.
âBaby, whatâs wrong? Whatâsâwhatâs goinâ on?â
In truth, youâd rather chug bleach than divulge the thought that had just scared the everliving fuck out of you back there. It was stupid and senseless and shouldâve been frightening you for weeks before it ever came to this, but here you were, panicked in the bathroom of your honeymoon suite because youâd never done this beforeâand youâd never reached climax in your life without bursting into tears.
Fuck, you felt stupid. How could you think this would be any differentâor that Buckyâs tongue wouldnât eventually attempt to wrest an orgasm out of you?
Itâd just felt so good, you thought maybe a new climax brought by someone elseâs fingers might free you from the same unsavory demise youâd met a hundred times before, but then it hit you, shortly after Bucky had plunged his fingers inside, you were going to cry.
You winced when Buckyâs knocks grew louder, his voice gaining more ire by the second, it seemed.
âOpen the fucking door!â
Heâd rake you over the coals for this. Getting so close to what he wanted, only to have his silly little bride snatch it all away and run hiding in the en-suite bathroom? Your stomach turned at the thought of what men in the mob were liable to do with women like youâwhat Bucky might conceivably do now that youâd sparked his rage.
Your eyes darted to the window just as his fist shook the doorframe behind you. You ran over to the tub, tucked squarely beneath the windowsill, and climbed onto it just to get a hold of the fastenings around the glass.
One click synchronized with the furious cadence being hammered on the door, and just as you started to slide the pane up the way, a heavy thud sounded outside. The weight of your husbandâs body being thrust against the door, most likely.
You bit your lip and lifted one leg over the windowsill, shuffling your body even closer to the outside world.
Three floors up! Have you lost your mind? You could hear your fatherâs words ringing in your skull already. There was a ledge, you reasoned, no more than ten feet below, if you could just grab hold of the frame right there and slide down the cool stone you mightâ
âFuck,â Bucky groaned.
You watched your husband heave through the busted door of the bathroom, wide eyes and a âHereâs Johnnyâ flourish raging hot on his face. Your heart leapt to your throat, and you started to lower yourself out of the window, hoping desperately for that ledge below to be sturdy. But before you could make it even half of the way there, strong arms were circling your frame and yanking you back inside, hurtling straight into the bathtub with Bucky tumbling over you.
âWhat are you doing?!â he roared.
You wriggled under his weight, petrified of the fiery look in his eyes as he lurched over your frame.
He straightened up just enough to shake you by the shouldersâlike a parent reprimanding a child.
âWhat the fuck was that?! Huh? You think thatâs fucking funny, jumping out windows?â
No, no, not funny, you wanted to bite back, but found your mouth dry and unable to speak. When Bucky shook you again, you had only to whimper a pathetic sound.
The man was enraged. Stubble still damp with your juices and looking undeniably frazzled and spent, he drew closer to your face and demanded you look at him. When he took hold of your cheeks in both hands, the command couldnât have reached you any more clearly.
âWhatâ what was that for?â his voice lowered as he tried to catch his breath. You still couldnât move.
âI-I donâtââ you stopped and hardly knew how to say it:
Sorry to cut our tonguefucking session short, I was just afraid I might burst into a fit of uncontrollable tears while you licked and sucked me through the best orgasm of my life. Iâd rather jump off, or out of, a building than tell my mob boss husband that I canât cum without crying. By the way, Iâm a virgin!
Instead, you just blinked and stared back at him.
âCanâtâŚdo it,â you murmured.
Buckyâs expression only grew more puzzled by the words out of your mouth. He squeezed your face tighter and leaned in even closer.
âDo what? Sex? Fuck, Iâ I didnât mean to be that aggressive, hell, Iâm sorry.â He stopped to run a hand through his hair, and for the first time, you couldâve sworn you saw the first glint of compunction in his eyes.
He looked away a few seconds, as if collecting what fragmented thoughts he could, then brought his head back down to your level and took your hands in his.
âHoney?â he tried getting your attention, just barely above a whisper now, âI know the whole thingâs fucked, I know.â
That was the understatement of the century. To your surprise, Buckyâs gaze softened when he saw a scowl cross your face.
âWe donâtâŚhave to do anything. I was just pushing your buttons earlier. Being a dick.â
His tongue moved to wet his lips once more, this time without the seductive, smug demeanor he usually wore and simply exhibiting discomfort. He swallowed. The bow tie around his neck appeared to him to be fastened far too tight all of a sudden, and then, haphazardly, he started clawing at the garment to get it off.
You didnât know why you felt compelled to help. It was like all ten fingers just lifted of their own accord to join Buckyâs hands in trying to undo his tie.
The silk fabric wasnât tied, but knotted, crudely and inflexibly, beneath the little black bow. You frowned. Still unable to meet his gaze as you worked your fingers under the tangled material and tried to pretend like the two of you werenât still sweating profusely from the events that had just transpiredâboth the tonguefucking and the window-jumping.
âWho tied this, a five-year-old?â you muttered.
âIâm thirty-eight, thanks,â Bucky returned just as quietly.
Both of you indulged in a smile that lasted no longer than a second, but you felt the tension ease a little.
This was not where you thought your dreaded wedding night was headed before. Curled up in a bathtub with your hands around your husbandâs neckâand not actually trying to kill himâwhile Bucky blinked almost nervously the longer your hands lingered on his collar. It seemed heâd found something especially tantalizing on the wall behind your head, because his stare remained fixed on that spot the whole time you fiddled with his tie.
Maybe that, along with the last ebb of alcoholic influence from the reception still coursing through your veins, had emboldened you to come right out and say it while Bucky was looking away. You couldnât be sure.
âIâve never had sex before.â
At last, the tie loosened a little.
Bucky flicked his gaze back to yours in a second.
âWhat?â
You lifted a brow, wondering if he really needed an explanation as to what it meant to have never gotten laid before, but you decided against indulging him any further. Bucky seemed keen on doing that all by himself.
âYouâre a virgin?â
You nodded.
âDidnât my overbearing mother make sure you knew?â
âYeah, I thought she was full of shit,â Bucky answered bluntly. Then, catching sight of the semi-offended look in your eye, mixed with a tad more amusement than indignation, he added, âI meanâ I didnât think youâd, uh, wanna waitâŚtwenty-five years for some action.â
He winced when he realized that sounded just as bad. His throat cleared shortly to make way for a new attempt at comity, but you cut him off, shaking your head as you finally got the knot to untangle.
âNo, I get it. I donât know why I waited this long either,â you shrugged.
As soon as youâd freed him from his bow tie, you started to stand from the bath tub. Bucky, too, straightened to his full height and started to close the window while you walked back to the bedroom.
You eyed the rose petals strewn across the duvet and felt a little more relaxed this time around. The weight of the V-word had been lifted from your shoulders, and now you had only to share the crying-while-cumming stuff to Bucky later on. Much later on, you hoped.
You crawled onto the bed and stretched out on your belly, playing with the soft red petals and wondering if room service was still offered at this hour.
Bucky had just stepped out of the bathroom when he halted at the threshold. Saw your body sprawled out on the bed, back arched and ass pointed in the air as you reached over for the phone on the nightstand. He stared for a second too long and felt a familiar stir in his pants.
Sonovabitch, he started to think, before chiding himself silently, Shut up, man, sheâs a virgin. Be cool. Be coolâdonât make her jump out a window again.
He ducked back in the bathroom and eased the door to just a crack while you discovered a voice on the line:
âHi! Hey, Iâd like to order room service to, uhâŚâ your voice trailed off. Then, covering the mouthpiece, âJames, whatâs our room number?â
Inside the bathroom, Bucky squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of his name. Already palming his erection through his dress pants as he leaned against the wall.
âWe rented the whole building, dear,â he called back.
âOh.â He could just imagine the slight pout on your lips as you spoke. Then you asked if he wanted anything to eat, Bucky thought only of the sweet nectar between your legs, and he answered aloud, no, he was fine, really.
For the first time in his life, the man felt positively ashamed he was about to rub one out in a bathroom, alone. It wasnât like this was the first it had ever been done, but now there was you, innocent and oblivious in the next room over, while Bucky undid his belt and quietly freed his cock from his dress pants. It felt kind of perverted, in a way, but he knew he needed this release to put his mind at ease and not feel so affected by you.
While you scanned your phone for a menu and chatted with the concierge downstairs about various food items, Bucky was spitting in his hand and fumbling for his shaft. You talked American Wagyu sirloin, lobster thermidor, and seared Faroe Island salmon while he thought achingly about the way your cunt had tasted and how badly he wanted to try it again.
How did he feel about an artisan cheese platter? Bucky hardly had the wits about himself to answer beyond a strangled, âWhatever you want, honeyâ and a tightened fist around his cock, stroking hard to get the filthy thoughts out of his head before the food arrived.
Ever sweet, soft, supple, and savoryâhis mind reeled with fresh memories of that place between your thighs, and he almost lurched forward in pleasure.
Your brute of a mob boss husband was irreparably pussy-whipped and hadnât even fucked you yet. He gripped the bathroom sink beside him and sincerely wished it wasnât his hand doing the work right now. But of course, he had to be patient, had to be kindâcouldnât force himself on a woman who clearly wasnât ready.
Again, he spit in his palm and jerked himself fast.
Any minute now, he thought with some relief.
Your feet padded softly into the living room as the pleasure inside him was starting to crest. Still pining for your warmth and the way your legs trembled around his head, Bucky was all but fucking his hand at this point. Heâd snagged his bottom lip between his teeth in a lopsided smile and groaned, too low to be heard, and pumped himself even faster for his impending orgasm.
A thought crossed your mind as you stopped ahead of the sofa. You pivoted.
Suddenly, you were skipping back to the bathroom, wanting to know Buckyâs wine preferences before you placed another order.
You barged in and froze.
âSorry!â you squeaked, darting out just as fast.
Five seconds slower and you probably wouldâve seen Bucky blow his load all over the sink. As it was, the man was left sorely at a loss for any form of release and heaving fast, ragged breaths from the colossal scare youâd just given him.
Good fucking going, Buckâyour wife wants to cuddle and eat cheese and youâre out here beating your meat.
Bucky shoved himself back in his pants and waited an excruciating minute for the sound of your second window exit of the night. A slammed door, a frantic phone call, a few sobs into your pillow as you realized how dirty and depraved your husband was, anything.
He was only met with silence.
Taking one more shaky breath, Bucky reached for the doorknob and started back out. Cautiously.
The man took his slow, silent leave of the bathroom with his gaze trained toward the doorsâhalf-expecting to see his bride rappelling from the balconyâbut then quickly shifted to the bed. Finding you kneeling at the edge.
âJames?â
Your voice almost pained.
A word was all it took. Bucky was back on his knees.
âIâm sorry. I just wanted it to go away, honey. Iâm sorry.â
Go away? You quirked a brow and couldnât hold his gaze much longer; just trailed your vision down his torso to his pants, then his erection, still standing prominent as ever.
Bucky struggled to decide whether you were ticked off or intrigued, seeing your eyes make their painful appraisal of his length beneath his pants. Your brow was pinched, but your head was cocked. Almost curious.
âAre you mad at me?â you asked, gaze fixed on the spot.
Immediately, Bucky rose to his feet and crawled back on the bed, seizing your body with both of his hands.
âNo! No, not mad at all,â he mumbled as he sidled up beside you. Pleased to see you hadnât recoiled, âI was just, uhâŚmissing you, âsâall.â
If his men could see him now, Bucky was sure heâd be the laughing stock of all the town. Doting and kind, eyes softened beyond recognition, he just watched you and wanted nothing more than to repair the smile that had ebbed from your face. Come ridicule, hell, or high water, the man was infatuated with his brideâall broken plates and attempted window escapes be damned.
Presently, you brought your hand down to his bulge.
Bucky stiffened but didnât speak. He wanted you to do this on your own, of your own volition.
âYou seem kinda mad to me.â You hardly knew what you were doing. Just rubbing his length and hoping it was something heâd like.
Where Bucky had wanted to see you smile, you just wanted to hear him grunt and whineâmaybe grab your hips and beg you to do something, please. Youâd never felt any such degree of control, and you suspected Bucky had never not felt it himself. You wanted him desperate.
You were playing a dangerous game, you knew it, but something inside those baby blues said he wanted to do it, too. Do anything for you, quite frankly.
You watched the rise and fall of Buckyâs broad chest and stroked his length even softer.
âJames.â
âUh-huh?â His mouth hung open with a gentle grunt, fighting every instinct to buck into your touch.
At last, you squeezed his shaft and prodded him on. Let your head drift closer to his so his lips would graze the apple of your cheek, and just when you sensed he wanted a taste, you tilted your face toward his own,
âWe havenât even kissed since the ceremony.â
Bucky stared blankly at you, enrapt with the pulse of your fingers. You could tell he was aching to move.
âOh yeah?â he murmured.
You nodded a wordless affirmation and slid sharply back in bed as Bucky lunged after you. Your hands flew from his pants to the plush mattress behind you as you shiftedâor, rather, scrambledâback in place and felt your husband climb over you hungrily.
âThat what my wife wants?â he murmured, frame slotting tight between your legs.
You nodded again, and had only to suck in a breath before Bucky was devouring your lips. The kind of flushed, frantic, filthy kiss that wouldâve doubtlessly wrought looks of horror on every face at your wedding had he grabbed you that way after the declarations of âI doâ had been spoken.
You loved him like this, impassioned and a bit unhinged.
His tongue worked his way past your lips and scoured every soft, fleshy inch between the insides of your cheeks before he took your face in his hands, kissing you roughly.
Something hard and throbbing nudged your sex, and suddenly you were whining in his mouth. Wrapping your legs around his waist.
âAh, honey, donât,â Bucky groaned, visibly straining to contain himself. When you dug your heels even deeper in his back, the groan that followed from him was hoarse and guttural.
âI thoughtâ IâŚfuck,â your husband turned his head to curse as you grinded your hips up to his. You had to bite back a smile.
âI just wanna do what married people do,â you murmured coyly, pretending not to see when Bucky shot you the most red-hot, wanton look heâd imparted all evening.
âYeah?â Like a kid in a candy shop the size of Sears.
Bucky took your face in his hands once more and made sure to scan your expression for any shred of doubt. On finding nothing there, he sat panting, half-disbelieving and half-contemplating all the wretched things he wanted to do to you. You squeezed his sides with your thighs and just hoped your husband knew what to do, because, in truth, you didnât have the first fucking idea.
A few dry, clinical terms flashed before your mindâs eye, along with your motherâs bleak depiction of what treatment lay in store for a woman on her wedding night, and as Bucky started to work his belt and his pants off, you just hoped he wouldnât be cruel.
He couldnât be, right? Heâd only mowed down a hundred men and dismembered dozens more, you were told, but surely a set of eyes this soft, caring, and kind couldnât belong to a monster. You let him lift your hips and shimmy your panties, garter belt, and stockings down your legs, and when he returned, you tried your best not to betray the thoughts in your head.
Bucky hadnât been with a virgin for as long as he could rememberâmaybe ever. His own âdefloweringâ an ancient relic of his boyhood and the multitude of partners since then a mere flurry of nameless faces, he sincerely couldnât recall a time when heâd asked, or cared, whether the woman beneath him had her cherry intact. He didnât suppose it could be too different, as he peeled the last pieces of your lingerie set off your body and saw you seemed perfectly ready. He ran a finger between your folds and felt you shiver with what looked like excitement. Piece of cake, he thought, smiling.
No doubt he would take great joy in making you his own. His bride, his wife, an unblemished beacon of light in a life as sordid as his, looked perfect spread before him. You would adjust to his size. Bucky trailed the head of his cock up your slit and coated himself in your juices, and just when heâd bracketed his other arm around your head on the pillow, you let out a small sound.
âAre you sure itâll fit?â
Bucky fisted his length and pressed the tip to your entrance.
âUhâŚyeah. Yeah, I think so.â
He hadnât yet met a woman who wasnât able to fit him.
âOkay.â
Somehow, your voice sounded even smaller, head lodged between pillows and the crook of Buckyâs elbow. You felt small. Frankly, it didnât seem like your husband was quite computing the worries that were pervading your brain, but you decided he knew bestâyour mother had assured you that husbands always didâand when Bucky first pressed the head of himself to the seam of your cunt, you hardly even whimpered.
You watched his brow furrow above you. He tried to go further.
Your folds were as soaked as heâd ever seen a womanâs, your hole practically pulsing with desire, and somehow, he couldnât push in.
Bucky snagged his lip between his teeth and braced himself with the aid of the headboard, taking your hip in his other hand. A breath sounded on your lips the second he adjusted, and shortly thereafter, he felt your gaze on the same place he was watching: the spot where your bodies were trying to connect.
His features darkened at the prospect of failing, or even appearing incompetent to you in the slightest. Heâd done this hundreds of times before, why wouldnât it work?
When he felt your eyes trail back up his body and study his faceâmaybe wondering why her new groom hadnât gotten around to thrusting into her yet, he thoughtâhe felt a swell of panic and pushed.
Against his better judgment and the feel of your body, he muscled his way through and forced his cock inside. Bottoming out in a single, stabbing thrust.
You seized in pain but wanted to be a good wife for him.
Bucky, too, felt his hips stutter at the resistance your walls were giving him, but then remembered how heâd sworn to be a dutiful husband, and kept going.
Together, you stared anywhere but the otherâs face and gritted your teeth for two entirely different reasonsâyou, in agony, and Bucky, in ecstasy, the latter hoping with everything in him that you liked this as much as him.
Bucky took a tender, if not slightly awkward, rhythm rutting against your body and stared steady at the headboard like he always did.
You were in pain and faced with nothing but his hulking chest, moving up and down, back and forth, over and over again like a goddamn seesaw from hell while it felt like your insides were presently being torn to shreds.
Who fucking enjoys this? you wanted to wail, but feigned a moan instead, raking your nails down Buckyâs back, Why isnât he looking at me? Why isnât he touching me?
Your walls involuntarily clenched around him, and he swallowed a moan.
Just think of baseball, beer, math, the Roman Empire, anything to keep from busting right now, Bucky told himself as he clenched his jaw and fought to maintain his pace. Your pussy just felt so. fucking. good.
Beneath him, you had tried and failed to fight back tears. The burn was just too much; the longer he thrusted, the more your walls contracted, and confusingly, stupidly, it seemed like he was using you. Your mother was right, most likely, that sex was just a means to an end for men like Bucky, and your husband didnât care about your pleasure at all. You fought hard to keep the waterworks at bay, that one thing you hadnât wanted Bucky to see, but eventually, the tears were flowing freely.
You stifled a sob that your husband mistook for a moan.
He fucked you even faster and felt a grin start to twitch at the corners of his lips when you made a sound that seemed consistent with pleasure.
âFeel so fucking tight,â Bucky grunted, about to lower his gaze to your face for the first time since heâd entered you, âSo nice and tight and wâhey, hey, baby?â
He stilled inside as soon as he saw that you were crying. Took your face in his hands and almost couldnât believe the sight of your tear-stained cheeks beneath him.
âWhatâs wrong? What happened?â he asked, scanning your face for any signs of harm.
You just shook your head and tried to brush him off.
âKeep going, Iâm good.â
Bucky seemed angered at the suggestion. He brought your face closer to his and stared almost reproachfully down at you. Then he paused a beat and swiped one of your cheeks with the pad of his thumb.
âAm I hurting you?â he asked.
âNââ
âDonât lie.â
You squirmed a bit and winced. That was answer enough for Bucky, and he slowly pulled out of you.
âAw hell.â
The two of you glanced down to see a blooming red spot on the comforter. Bucky rubbed the blood in disbelief.
Heâd gone too far. Again. Hurt something inside of you that couldnât be fixed with a kiss. While you struggled to sit up among the pillows, Bucky was running a hand through his hair and cursing himself up and down.
âWhy didnât you say something?â he scowled.
âI didnât wanna interrupââ
âIf Iâm making you bleed, you stop me, for fuckâs sake.â
âWell you seemed to be having a pretty good time!â
Bucky didnât need to tell you in words what was painted on his face; he was pissed off and probably bound to slip off the bed any second, when your tears started welling up again. Then he eased off, remembering he was more mad at himself than anyone else, and slid closer to you. He tried pulling you into his chest, but you didnât budge.
âCâmon,â you said, grabbing his wrist, âLetâs keep going.â
Bucky eyed you incredulously.
âNuh-uh.â
âUh-huh,â you insisted. He shot you a glare but didnât protest when you guided his hand between your legs.
You were spread back open for him in no time. Still stinging like hell and ready for another go. Bucky almost couldnât believe it.
âMy headstrong wife.â He managed a smile before kissing the crown of your head, and kept right on kissing that spot no matter how far his fingers were traveling.
âYou owe me two orgasms, remember, Mr. Barnes?â
It seemed Buckyâs boastful claims of late were in fact the furthest thing from his mind as he crawled back over your body. He pried your knees apart and left just enough room for his frame, taking his fingers to your folds and rubbing in light, gentle circles.
The bleeding had stopped. What little remained was long forgotten, and duly, the pain from recent memory was slowly but surely purged with every flick of his thumb. Bucky planted an arm next to your head and kept touching you there until your face relaxed completely.
When he chanced a finger inside, he was careful not to rub so much as plunge in quick, shallow motions, and at the first signs of pleasure, press light and tender kisses on your skin.
âIf it hurts at all, you tell me.â
He sounded stern as he inserted another finger, but really, the man was all putty in your hands, wanting to please you and tease you in any way that he could.
When you told him faster, he sped up; you gripped his hair and said slow down, he did the same. He curled his digits in time with every whimper and moan you made and took care not to be too harsh on your sweet spot.
The only time he paused was when you looked up and asked him point-blank: could he fuck you sweet and gentle now?
Bucky paused. Swallowed.
The man wouldâve screwed you six ways to Sunday if you asked him; that wasnât the problem. The only traces of hesitation remained where your eyes said something different. Even as he shuffled between your legs at your behest, aligned his cock with your entrance, and felt a wave of desire wash over him, he pressed his forehead to yours and searched your glossy gaze once more.
âYou sure about this, bunny?â he murmured.
Your heart melted at the name. You couldnât deny you were frightened, and perhaps a bit worse for the wear after your last attempt, but his words were a comfort, his hand on your cheek a welcome gesture. When his thumb grazed your lips, you kissed it and nodded.
âAlright sweet girl,â Bucky said, tone laced with affection.
This time, before pressing the head of himself inside, Bucky caught your lips and kissed you softly. Rubbed himself up and down your slitâpaying extra attention to your clitâand coated himself completely before trying to penetrate you again.
Your cheeks flushed, and you kissed him harder.
âP-please, Bucky, fuck me,â you murmured against his mouth, eliciting a small grunt from him.
âYeah? You want your husbandâs cock inside you, doll?â He kept the pretense of teasing, but really, he was just trying to make sure you wanted this as badly as he did. By the blissed out look on your face and the soft, ceaseless squelching noises produced by your arousal, he got the message pretty quickly.
He breached your folds with just the tip at first. You both felt your muscles contract. Instead of blindly pushing ahead like he had before, Bucky trained his gaze on your face and watched for any signs of discomfort.
âEverything okay, bunny?â he hummed as he brushed a few strands of hair from your face.
You were half in awe of how attentive he was, and doubly impressed by the stretch that followedâlike a pinch, but nothing like the pain youâd felt before. You peered up at your husband and squeezed his shoulders.
âItâ it doesnât hurt this time,â you said, breathless.
Bucky couldâve caved at the sweet, innocent expression aloneâlike you were pleasantly surprised this hadnât caused excruciating painâand his lips moved down to pepper your cheeks with kisses again.
âDoll, Iâm so sorry.â
The sounds and sighs of your pleasure beneath him, along with the words telling him it was okay, really, he hadnât meant to do it, all made him feel even guiltier for having hurt you in the first place. It took him some time assailing your face with tiny, apologetic kisses before he even thought to feed you another inch.
When he finally plunged himself deeper, it wasnât without your express permission; even then, Bucky feared he might split you in two.
The whole time he eased himself inside, he was moving his gaze between your face and the place between your two bodiesâwatching you open for him and take him inch by inch. He rubbed his thumb over your clit when you whimpered.
âDoing so good for me.â
âStretching so nice for this cock.â
âMy beautiful, beautiful wife.â
Every syllable of his praises flooded your head like honey. Feeling him stretch you out, fill you up, and rock you softly with his first shallow thrusts, all while talking you through it, had your mind ablaze and near-euphoric.
Pleasure practically searing your veins, you didnât even hear yourself, or really mean to say it, as soon as you did.
âThis doesnât feel dirty at all.â
An epiphany to you and a puzzle to Bucky.
âWhatâsâat, honey?â He was still rutting his hips and slowly picking up speed. Your husband groaned when you clenched around him and pulled him even deeperâbefore you realized what youâd said.
Your cheeks flushed.
âIâ I was always told sex made you dirty. This feelsââ you stopped to swallow a moan when Bucky grazed a particularly sensitive spot inside you, âpretty nice.â
âPretty nice.â Your husband couldnât help the smile twitching at the corners of his lips as he leaned down to kiss you. He wrapped his big, muscly arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest.
âMakes you dirty?â Bucky said, disbelief evident in his tone before his smile broke into a grin, âBaby, youâre the cleanest, sweetest thing Iâve ever seen.â
He didnât let you endeavor to protest, just buried his face in your neck and pressed teasing kisses all over the skin while he continued to pump in and out of you. He knew to keep hitting that spot, too.
You were drowning in whimpers and kisses when Bucky brought his lips to your ear.
âDoesnât make you dirty at all,â he assured you, âJust makes you my wife.â
You clawed Buckyâs back when he sped up a little, and you felt the pleasure soar to even greater heights when he propped your legs above his shouldersâa brand new angle for him to bend you like a pretzel and fuck you good.
âYou take this cock too nice to be dirty,â he gritted his teeth and continued to soothe you just how he knew you liked it, âSuch a good little wife, sucking up every inch of me like you were made for it.â
Your lips parted in a soft âo,â feeling him plunge the depths of your cunt like he never had before. Bucky slipped his thumb in your mouth while he held your face.
âThat what you are, bunny? A good girl?â
You nodded your head and sucked his thumb, feeling yourself fucked dumb as you did. Bucky loved that blissed out look in your eyes.
âGood girl for daddy?â he cooed.
Your ankles trembled around his neck as soon as he said it. You nodded again, yes, you were, and felt a light coil start to form in your lower stomach as Bucky kept pounding you and pushing his thumb between your lips.
Then, with a pop, he plucked the digit from your mouth and brought it down to your clit. He started soft at first, but before long he was rubbing vicious circles on that little bundle of nerves, watching you come undone before his eyes and clench around him even tighter.
âB-Bucky,â you whined, fisting the sheets underneath you both as you squirmed.
âMhmm?â Your husband pretended to be oblivious.
âI wâ Iâm gonnaââ The words could scarcely leave your lips without finding themselves punctured with a whimper as soon as they were spoken. Bucky thrusted harder.
âGonna what? Cum for daddy?â he grinned, âMake a mess all over this cock?â
Your moans of pleasure more than sufficed for an answer. You nodded and winced, felt your whole lower half seize with a warm and heady feeling, and before you knew it, Buckyâs thrusts were sending you spiraling over the edge, with a wave of bliss following shortly behind. Sounds of skin slapping skin hardly faltered, and Bucky kept rubbing and fucking you all throughout the waves of your high.
Tears sprung to your eyes, and you didnât care. Your mind was alight with more bright, fervid feelings than you could count or comprehend, and your body washed over with pleasure.
You clung to Bucky and felt him keep fucking you, even as you shrieked against his skin.
âOne more for me, honey.â
You didnât think that was possible. You had just spilled all over him, squeezing his cock like a vice and screaming his name, and now he wanted it all over again? So soon?
Your fingernails sunk into his arms as he continued to rut into you, and you started to shake your head.
âC-Canât Bucky, I canât, I canât,â you sobbed, tears still streaming down your cheeks.
âSure you can.â
Your husband had his mouth at your ear again, panting as the pace of his thrusts grew faster. He tilted his body slightly forward so your legs were pushed even higher above youâdamn near grazing either side of your headâand pounded you relentlessly.
His voice seemed so calm and assured as he spoke,
âCum for daddy. Show me just how fucking good this cock makes you feel and cum again for me.â
With a command like that, how could you refuse?
You came a second time, hands seizing Bucky's forearms, and screams tearing through your chest as you rode your high impaled on his cock over and over again. The sights and sounds and repeated, pulsing spasms of your pussy on his shaft sent Bucky chasing his release not long after, and you felt a warmth spread inside you.
Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, your cheeks practically drenched already. As you came down from your high, you started to blink.
But just as you lifted a hand to sop up the moisture, Bucky was leaning over you and into you with the brightest smile. Then he was kissing each wet, salty stain like it was the most natural thing in the world, sponging soft and gentle touches all over the spots your tears had overflown.
It seemed every nerve ending in your lower half was on the fritz, your body little more than mush underneath him, but somehow you managed to catch his mouth as he traversed the skin. You kissed him back, and Bucky drew you closer.
The two of you separated for a second, Buckyâs cock still resting comfortably inside you and his broad frame engulfing you in bed. He paused a beat. Seemed to consider something in his mind before speaking aloud.
âHoney,â he started, unsure of how he wanted to say this.
You peered up at him, curious. His seed had filled every contour and crevice of your aching walls and was just then starting to dribble out of you. Bucky seemed unfazed. He cupped both hands around your face.
âI love you.â
You blinked. No fucking way you were hearing those words.
âWhat?â You felt too awestruck to say anything else.
âI love you,â Bucky repeated. A smile was starting to tug at his lips, his thumb tracing your cheek while you stared at him in disbelief.
You wouldâve liked to speak.
Wouldâve loved to say those three little words right back.
In fact, you had just opened your mouth to tell him that, when a sound at the foot of the bed startled you both.
The warm glow of moonlight pouring in from the window panes was your only means to see it. But sight wasnât worth much at all when a man appeared and pressed the barrel of a gun to Buckyâs temple, letting out a chuckle.
Another man, clad head-to-toe in polished black tactical gear approached from the far end of the room. Bucky gritted his teeth but remained motionless, hearing that man cock his firearm as well. You were surrounded on either side of the bed. Your blood ran cold.
âSorry to interrupt the fun, Mr. Barnes,â the man on the left spoke so low and gruff he could scarcely be heard.
When Bucky started to stir, the man on the right raised his pistol as well. Curled his finger on the trigger.
âWe havenât even met your beautiful bride.â A set of cruel, glinting teeth turned in your direction. Suddenly, all eyes were trained on youâalong with a third handgun, pointed at your head, as another man approached.
âWedded bliss treating you well so far, Mrs. Barnes?â
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Part Two Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Themes: Heavy Mutual Pinining, Heavy Sexual Tension, Longing, Yearning, Right Person-Wrong Time. Friends to Lovers, a bit Angsty but Happy Ending. SMUT: Touch Hungry Bucky, Kiss Hungry Bucky, Bucky being obsessed with tiddies, unprotected piv, creampie. Summary: Bucky can't decide if the universe loves him or hates him. Maybe it loves to hate him. Maybe it's mischievous. Because heâs in love. Heâs madly, deeply, painfully in love with a girl that he knows heâll never have. Because the heavens created arguably the most perfect creature in their repertoire, dangled you in front of him for his entire life, and chose to rip you away before he had the chance to tell you how he felt. A/N: This is a Two Shot, so another one will be coming soon.
tags: @hzdhrtss @winterslove1917 @classicrebound
The first time it really hits is when you see him with her.
Itâs a crowded room, warm bodies pressed close together, the low hum of music barely louder than the thudding in your chest as you watch Bucky Barnes wrap his arm around the waist of a woman you donât know.Â
Sheâs beautiful, of courseâsomeone you'd expect to be by his side. Her laugh is soft, melting into his as he leans in close, whispering something that lights her face up, his lips brushing her ear like he canât help himself.
You glance down at your drink, the sudden bitterness pooling in your throat harder to swallow than the wine. You tell yourself to look away, that itâs none of your business who he holds, but you canât. Every time you look up, heâs there, still wrapped around her, laughing at something sheâs said, his hand resting on her back in a way that feels too familiar, too tender. You know that lookâthe way his fingers splay protectively, pulling her close like she belongs to him. Like heâs finally let someone in.
Itâs torture, standing there with a smile plastered on your face, pretending not to notice. Pretending that it doesnât crush you.
Because when youâre aloneâwhen youâre singleâheâs taken. And when heâs got nobody, you do. Every single time. Youâve gotten used to seeing him across rooms, with someone else in his arms, with that look in his eyes that you wish, desperately, could be meant for you.
And heâs always looking at you that same way, that glance just a second too long, that warmth held back by a fragile thread of restraint. Just enough to keep the lines from blurring.
Tonight, he finally looks away.
When he glances up, catches sight of you, his smile falters. For a moment, itâs just the two of you, and something soft flickers in his eyesâsomething like regret, the same regret you carry. But her hand tightens on his arm, and he turns back to her, his smile returning, wider than before. You hate how easily he can pull away from you, how quickly he can make you feel invisible.
âHey, Bucky,â you manage, your voice steady though it feels like your chest is caving in.
He looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.Â
âHey.â His gaze drops, and for a second, you think he might actually say something, that he might admit that this hurts him too. But then she shifts closer, and he wraps his arm around her more firmly, giving you a look thatâs both a dare and a dismissal.
âThis is Emily,â he says, and she gives you a polite, too-sweet smile.
âOh.â You swallow, forcing yourself to meet her gaze. âI didnât know⌠I hadnât realized you wereâŚâ You canât finish, the words catching in your throat.
âYeah.â Buckyâs tone is almost too casual, too final. âWeâre together.â
The finality of it slices through you, sharp and clean. You nod, trying to hold onto whatever scraps of dignity you have left, but all you can manage is, âWell⌠congratulations. Iâm⌠Iâm glad youâre happy.â
Thereâs a flicker of something behind his eyesâanger? Hurt? But his jaw tightens, and he nods, looking away as if to spare you.Â
âThanks. I appreciate it,â he says, his voice steady, controlled.
Emily pulls him closer, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she glances at you.Â
âHeâs incredible, isnât he?â she says, and thereâs a challenge in her tone, a silent declaration that sheâs won, that whatever you think you had with him is nothing compared to this. She presses a kiss to his cheek, her fingers curling possessively around his shoulder as she tilts her head, catching his gaze.
âYeah,â you murmur, your voice hollow. âYeah, he is.â
And for a brief, desperate second, you think he might look at youâreally look at you, see how much this is tearing you apart. But he doesnât. His gaze is on her, soft and full of warmth, a look heâs given you a thousand times. And it feels like heâs choosing her, like heâs making the decision to let go of whatever fragile orbit kept you two circling each other all this time.
You turn away, trying to hold yourself together, but the ache in your chest is all-consuming, a raw, relentless reminder that heâs moved on. That heâs chosen her.
And as you walk away, you can still hear their laughter, the sound twisting like a knife in your chest, leaving you wondering if he was ever yours to lose.
And then one night, fate flips, and youâre the one with someone new by your side.
Itâs been months since you last saw Bucky. You assumed he was out of your life for good, until tonight, when you walk into the cozy warmth of a private dining room in a restaurant, your hand firmly held by your boyfriend Andrew. Itâs Steveâs dinner party, a small gathering of friends, and the lighthearted chatter fills the air, mixing with the warm glow from the dimmed overhead lights.
Youâre laughing at something your boyfriend said as you step into the room, but your laughter dies in your throat when you see him.
Bucky is seated across the table, leaning back casually in his chair, but the moment his eyes meet yours, a spark flickers thereâsurprise, mingled with something darker, something that quickens your pulse. You hadnât expected him to be here tonight, and judging by the way his gaze lingers, he hadnât expected you either.
Steve stands, grinning as he greets you and Andrew, and you introduce him to everyone. You smile, trying to seem natural as you move around the table, your hand still resting in your boyfriendâs. But it feels wrong, the warmth of your boyfriendâs fingers against yours suddenly strange, like it doesnât quite belong.
When you reach Bucky, he stands, his jaw tense, his eyes unwavering as he offers a hand to shake. You almost expect him to make some dry remark, to cover up whatever unspoken tension lies between you. But heâs silent as he grips Andrewâs hand firmly, while looking at you. His fingers are steady, a touch too tight, like heâs barely holding something back.
âSo, youâre the boyfriend,â Bucky says, his voice calm but laced with something you canât quite place.
Your boyfriend laughs, unaware of the tension. âYeah, I am. And youâre the famous Bucky I keep hearing about.â
Buckyâs lips twitch into a half-smile, but his eyes remain cold.Â
âIâm sure you have.â He releases your boyfriendâs hand, his gaze shifting back to you, lingering a second too long before he forces himself to look away.
It should feel like a victoryâthat, for once, youâre the one whoâs found happiness while heâs left to watch. But the second you meet his eyes, the air shifts. You feel the weight of everything unspoken, of the years that have passed with both of you just out of reach, orbiting each other but never colliding.
You take your seat next to your boyfriend, aware of every brush of his arm against yours, every gentle squeeze of his hand on your knee under the table. He leans close, murmuring something soft and sweet, and you offer a small smile, but your focus is entirely on Bucky, sitting across the table, his gaze flickering between you and Andrew, his jaw set with that same restrained tension.
As the night wears on, Bucky remains quiet, only contributing here and there to the conversation, but each time he speaks, his words feel weighted, almost directed at you.
âSo,â he says, finally breaking the silence, his voice cutting through the chatter, âIâm guessing youâre happy?â
The question is simple enough, but thereâs a challenge hidden beneath it, a question he doesnât ask outright.
âYes, I am,â you say, your voice firmer than you feel, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. âHappier than Iâve been in a long time.â
Your boyfriend glances over, squeezing your hand, unaware of the undercurrents in the room.Â
âSheâs stuck with me now,â he jokes, nudging you. âNo escape.â
You laugh softly, but the sound feels hollow, especially when you catch Buckyâs expressionâsomething dark and raw flashing in his eyes before he schools his features again.
âGood for you both,â Bucky replies, the smile on his face not quite reaching his eyes. âItâs about time.â
Thereâs a pause, the kind that seems to echo louder than any conversation, and you can feel Buckyâs gaze burning into you, filled with a thousand things he canât say. Your chest tightens as the weight of everything unsaid settles heavily between you, filling the air with a tension youâre certain everyone can feel.
As people start to leave, you find yourself alone with Bucky by the door. Your boyfriend is across the room, saying goodbyes, and itâs just you and Bucky in the dimly lit entryway, a fragile bubble of space and time.
âSoâŚâ His voice is low, almost too soft, his eyes searching yours. âThis is it, then?â
Thereâs a vulnerability in his words that pierces through you, a rawness youâve never heard before. Itâs as if heâs waiting for you to deny it.
You glance away, your voice barely a whisper. âYep. This is it.â
A shadow crosses his face, and he just stands there, watching you, his gaze heavy. He doesnât say anything for awhile, his hand lingering just inches from yours, as though heâs contemplating reaching out, breaking whatever boundary lies between you. The air feels thick, and you wonder if he can hear the frantic beat of your heart.
But he lets his hand fall back to his side.Â
âGuess thereâs nothing left to say,â he murmurs, a bitter edge coloring his voice. His eyes linger on you, as if heâs memorizing every detail, every second of this final, silent goodbye.
You open your mouth, but the words die on your lips, caught between everything you want to say and everything you canât. You reach out, almost instinctively, but Andrew calls your name from across the room, his voice shattering the fragile stillness.
Buckyâs gaze flickers, and he takes a step back, his expression falling into something guarded.Â
âTake care, doll,â he says softly, the words laced with both a goodbye and a promise. His eyes linger on you one last time, and then heâs gone, slipping out into the night.
Heâd spent years replacing your lips with so many others, all in an attempt to forget the mark you left on him.
Bucky can't decide if the universe loves him or hates him. Maybe it loves to hate him. Maybe it's mischievous. Because heâs in love. Heâs madly, deeply, painfully in love with a girl that he knows heâll never have. Because the heavens created arguably the most perfect creature in their repertoire, dangled her in front of him for his entire life, and chose to rip you away before he had the chance to tell you how he felt.
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Present
Itâs one of those nights, another dinner gathering among friends, the kind thatâs almost become routine. Youâre already seated in the cozy living room, surrounded by the familiar warmth of Steveâs place. The soft glow of lamps and low bable of conversation wrap around you like a comfortable blanket, and for the first time in a long time, youâre truly at ease.
Beside you, Sam nudges your shoulder.Â
âHey Boo,â he says, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips, âremember when you and Bucky were practically attached at the hip? What happened there?â
The question catches you off guard, and you feel warmth creeping up your neck as a few heads turn, curious eyes glancing your way. You roll your eyes, nudging him back.Â
âLeave it to you to bring that up, Sam.â
He chuckles, unrelenting. âCâmon, just saying. You two were tight. I mean, tight.â
You let out a small, nervous laugh, feeling the weight of a few more gazes on you, even if they arenât pushing the question.Â
âItâs⌠complicated,â you finally say, giving him a look that tells him to drop it. But Sam just chuckles, clearly amused, like he knows something no one else does.
âComplicated.â He echoes with a slow nod, a knowing grin spreading. âRight. Complicated.â
âYouâre so annoying,â you mutter, barely suppressing a smile, but you canât deny the fondness in your tone. Sam just winks, nudging you again, and the others quickly move on, the brief moment of attention fading as conversation flows around you.
And thatâs when the front door opens, and you hear his voice.
âSorry Iâm late,â Bucky calls out, his deep voice filling the space effortlessly as he steps in, slightly flushed from the cold outside. His eyes scan the room, and the moment they land on you, you swear the air shifts, that it crackles with something electric, something only the two of you seem to feel.
Your heart stumbles over itself as he walks further into the room, tugging off his jacket and offering smiles and nods to everyone. But itâs like a magnetic pullâhis eyes keep flickering back to you, and each time it does, your stomach does a nervous, excited flip.
He looks good. Better than good, really. Thereâs a slight scruff along his jaw, and his hair falls just so, framing his face in a way that makes you want to reach out and touch it. When he finally reaches the empty chair directly across from you, he stops, fingers lingering on the back of it.
âMind if I sit here?â he asks, his voice low, and thereâs something almost hesitant in his eyes, like heâs waiting for permission to be close to you.
You shake your head, trying to keep your cool, even though every part of you is screaming, yes, sit, sit right here and donât you dare move.
âNo, go ahead,â you reply, hoping your voice sounds steady.
He sits, close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted, and the faint scent of his cologne drifts over, warm and familiar, making your head spin.
As he settles in, he leans slightly closer, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. âLong time no see.â
âFeels that way, doesnât it?â you murmur, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze. Every subtle movement, every small smile he throws your way feels like itâs weaving a thread around you both, pulling you in.
The conversation around you resumes, but itâs like youâre in a bubble, the two of you orbiting each other again. Every so often, his knee brushes yours under the table, just enough to send a shiver up your spine, to make you bite back a smile. His hand rests on the table between you, his fingers drumming absently, and you find yourself staring at them, remembering every time those hands had nearly, almost touched yours.
After a lull in conversation, he clears his throat, glancing at you sideways.Â
âSo⌠whereâs the boyfriend?â he asks, almost casually, but you catch the underlying question. His tone is light, but his eyes are cautious, searching yours, looking for an answer he canât ask outright.
You raise a brow, unable to hide the grin pulling at your lips.Â
âWell,â you say, tilting your head slightly as you meet his gaze, âthe lack of presence should answer your question.â
For a second, Bucky just stares, and then a slow, dawning smile spreads across his face, his whole expression softening, the guardedness falling away. He looks like heâs holding back from saying something, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on the table, his knee pressing just a little more against yours as he leans in.
And before you can think twice, you match his question with your own, barely above a whisper. âAnd whereâs your girlfriend, Bucky?â
âNonexistent.â he said almost instantly.
His eyes hold yours, and something subtle shifts in themâa hint of a smile playing at his lips, but he doesnât look away though he plays it off with a small, casual shrug. âGuess Iâve been waiting for the right person.â
You nod, feeling the smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.Â
âNice,â you say, trying to keep it casual, though your heartâs picking up a pace of its own.
âYeah⌠nice.â He lets out a quiet chuckle, raising an eyebrow as if heâs catching onto your attempt at nonchalance.Â
Deafening silence settles between you, but itâs charged, a silent exchange that makes you feel more breathless than words ever could. Neither of you seems to move, his knee still brushing yours under the table, and it feels like heâs lingering in your space, right on that line between friend and something more.Â
You glance around, feeling the tension rise, and blow your bangs out of your eyes, hoping it might ease the knot in your stomach. But when you sneak a look at him, heâs still staring, his gaze solid, unblinking, and suddenly youâre hyper aware of every tiny shift in the air between you. Your cheeks warm, and you look away quickly, pressing your lips together, but it only makes your heart pound harder.
Your cheeks warm instantly, and you quickly look away, focusing hard on the table.
A small smile tugs at his lips, his voice soft. âDo I make you uncomfortable?â
Your pulse quickens, and you swallow, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.Â
âMaybe a little,â you admit, voice barely above a whisper.
A spark lights in his eyes, and his smile widens, soft but undeniably mischievous.Â
âGood,â he murmurs, his knee pressing just a fraction closer to yours, enough to send a thrill up your spine. âBecause, for the record⌠you make me a little nervous too.â
Your heart does a flip, and you feel a grin tug at your lips despite yourself.Â
âI make you nervous?â You try to keep the surprise out of your voice, but he just nods, his gaze intense, that teasing warmth settling over his expression.
âYeah, you do,â he says, his tone light but honest, like heâs been waiting to say it. âEspecially when you look at me like that.â
âLike what?â you ask, barely breathing.
âLike youâre about to bolt⌠but part of you doesnât want to.â His voice is low, and his eyes search yours, as if heâs daring you to deny it.
You feel the smile youâve been holding back break through, your heart racing as the last of the distance between you seems to dissolve. Just as youâre about to respond, a voice calls from the dining room, breaking the tension as everyone calls you both to join.
âGuess we should go, huh?â Bucky lets out a soft chuckle, pulling back just slightly, though his gaze lingers on yours for a heartbeat longer.Â
âYeah,â you manage, feeling a little breathless.
But as you both stand and head to the dining room, his hand brushes yours, just enough for his pinky to link with yours for a brief, secret moment. The warmth of that tiny touch lingers, and you canât help but feel like something just shifted between you, something new and thrilling, waiting just under the surface.
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As you both step into the dining room, Sam raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. âThere they are,â he teases, his voice just loud enough to draw everyoneâs attention. âWe were wondering whatâs taking so long.â
Heat creeps up your cheeks, and you catch Buckyâs gaze, a subtle, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You feel your pulse quicken, but you donât say anything, slipping into the room to find only two empty seatsâright beside each other.
Bucky gestures to the chair beside him, waiting until you sit before settling in next to you. He settles in beside you, his broad shoulders and steady presence enveloping the space, making you feel smaller.
Conversations swirl around the table, but youâre painfully aware of every tiny shift Bucky makes. The subtle brush of his arm against yours, the steady warmth radiating from his shoulderâit all has your heart racing. His hand rests on the table beside yours, fingers drumming lightly, and your pulse hammers as his knee presses just slightly against yours under the table, a connection so subtle yet electric that it makes your skin tingle.
Then he adjusts his position, angling himself more toward the groupâand you. The small movement brings him even closer, and youâre immediately enveloped in his scent, something warm and cedar-like, filling the air around you until it feels almost overwhelming, in the best possible way. You take a slow breath, fighting the urge to close the distance even more, feeling trapped between wanting to be near him and feeling breathless because of it.
As Bucky joins the conversation, you find yourself watching him, captivated by the way he leans in, his voice low and steady, his easy confidence only pulling you in deeper. His lips curve as he speaks, and you canât help but linger on every detail, the way his eyes light up, the rough timbre of his laugh, every tiny thing about him thatâs impossibly distracting.
And then, in the middle of a sentence, his eyes flick back to you, catching you looking. You quickly look away, feeling your cheeks burn as you fixate on your plate, hoping he didnât notice the way youâd been studying him.
But out of the corner of your eye, you catch the faintest smirk tugging at his lips, like he knows exactly what heâs doing to you. His pinky grazes yours again, a gentle, teasing touch, sending a thrill up your spine as he continues his conversation, his presence unmistakable and impossible to ignore.
You try to focus on anything else, but his gaze keeps finding you, even when youâre not looking. And with every shared glance, every quiet brush of his fingers, the air grows thicker, charged with something unspoken, as if each tiny touch is daring you to lean in, to close that final distance.
Youâre doing everything you can to keep your composure, to focus on the laughter and stories being shared. But Buckyâs presence beside you is inescapable, itâs a thrill thatâs leaving you silent, lost in your own thoughts as the night goes on.
Samâs voice suddenly cuts through, pulling you back to reality.Â
âHey,â he says, smirking as he leans back in his chair, his gaze playful but sharp. âYouâre unusually quiet tonight. Whatâs going on with you?â
Feeling everyoneâs eyes on you, you force a small laugh, trying to brush off the tension simmering under your skin.Â
âJust⌠food coma, I guess,â you say, waving a hand and attempting a casual smile.Â
Sam raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.
âFood coma? Really?â He drags out the words, as if heâs not buying it for a second, and you can see the teasing glint in his eyes. âPastaâs got you this speechless?â
Beside you, Buckyâs lips twitch, and you can feel his gaze, that familiar, subtle amusement making it impossible not to blush. You risk a quick glance at him, only to find him looking back with that same knowing smirk, like he can see right through every excuse.
âMaybe sheâs just tired of all your talking, Sam,â Bucky says smoothly, draping his arm over the back of your chair as he speaks. The movement is so casual, so effortless, that it almost seems like an afterthought. But the warmth of his arm behind you, his fingers just brushing the curve of your shoulder, makes your heart race in ways you canât ignore. His tone stays casual, but thereâs a hint of laughter in his eyes as he looks at Sam, his thumb grazing your shoulder in a subtle, grounding touch.
Sam raises his hands in mock surrender, grinning. âAlright, alright. Just thought Iâd check,â he says, throwing a playful wink in your direction.
You feel yourself sink back just slightly, leaning into the warmth of his arm, and itâs impossible to ignore the way his fingers stay near your shoulder, steady and unassuming but unmistakably there. The conversations resume around you, but the space between you and Bucky feels even smaller, the quiet thrill of his touch pulling you in.
He leans in slightly, his voice dropping so only you can hear.Â
âThat food coma excuse was almost convincing,â he murmurs, his eyes glinting with playful challenge as he watches your reaction.
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As the night winds down, people start to gather their things, saying their goodbyes. You slip on your coat, waiting for Sam to finish up his goodbyes, but he suddenly turns to Steve with a grin.
âHey, Rogers,â Sam says, clapping Steve on the shoulder. âHow about we hit that bar down the street? Just a quick nightcap.â
You raise an eyebrow, deadpanning as you fold your arms. âSeriously, Sam?â
He flashes you an unapologetic grin, shrugging. âWhat? Youâre always saying youâre an independent woman. I figured a little alone time wouldnât hurt.â
âUnbelievable.â You shake your head, muttering, âYouâre an asshole.â
Sam just laughs, looking over his shoulder.Â
âHey, maybe Bucky can give you a lift. Itâll be like old times.â He gives you a wink, completely ignoring the way your cheeks warm.
You glance at Bucky, trying to keep your expression neutral. âItâs fine, really,â you say quickly. âIâll just grab an Uber.â
âSuit yourself,â Sam says, grabbing his jacket and heading out with Steve. âBut you know Buckyâs free.â He gives you one last smirk before slipping out the door, leaving you standing there with Bucky, whoâs leaning casually against the wall, one eyebrow raised in amusement.
âNeed a ride?â he asks, his voice warm, that familiar glint in his eyes that makes your stomach flutter.
You open your mouth to decline, still feeling a bit of resistance. âItâs fine. Really. Iâll just grab an Uber.â
Bucky chuckles softly, tilting his head toward the door. âIâll drop you off. Itâs fine.â
You hold his gaze for a few seconds, trying to gauge his sincerity, but thereâs that familiar steadiness in his eyes, a quiet patience that leaves you with no real reason to argue. Finally, you sigh, giving in with a reluctant nod.
The car ride starts in silence, the engineâs low hum filling the tense quiet between you, only occasionally interrupted by the soft rattle of snowflakes pelting against the windows as the blizzard starts to gather strength.Â
You shift in your seat, fidgeting, your hands smoothing over your coat, your fingers picking at invisible lint. Nothing feels comfortable. Every second, your eyes flick to the window, tracing the passing streetlights, trying to focus on anything but him.
But you can feel him there. The warmth of him beside you, the steady, calm presence that somehow has you on edge, unable to breathe fully. His familiar scent fills the carâa mix of cedar and something undeniably himâsharp and soothing all at once, making the small space feel even smaller.
You cross your arms, uncross them, uncross your legs, then cross them again, pressing your back firmly into the seat as if that might stop the quick, relentless beat of your heart. But each turn he makes, each slight shift of his shoulders, sends a fresh rush of awareness through you, and your mind is racing, trying to keep pace with the pulsing tension that seems to settle between you like a third presence.
Finally, desperate for a distraction, you reach over and flip on the radio, hoping for anything to ease the silence. But the first song is almost too on the nose, the lyrics hitting like they were made for this moment:
"All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from youâŚâ
A breath catches in your throat, and before the verse can continue, you reach over and quickly press the button again, changing the station, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
The next station crackles to life, and itâs somehow worse.
âCause when I got somebody, you donât and when you got somebody, I donât. I wish that the time would line up so we could just give inâŚâ
Your pulse races, and you switch stations again, more urgently this time, and the next song fills the car with a familiar pop beat.
âYou ainât my boyfriend and I ainât your girlfriend. But you donât want me to see nobody else and I donât want you to see nobodyâŚâ
You press the power button, cutting off the music entirely, and the silence that follows feels heavier than before. Your fingers tighten around the edge of your coat, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him glancing your way, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.
Bucky clears his throat, his voice a low murmur. âTrouble finding a station?â
You manage a quick, nervous laugh, eyes fixed on the road ahead.Â
âYeah⌠something like that.â
He just nods, his gaze returning to the road, but you catch the lingering smile in his expression, like heâs perfectly aware of the tension simmering between you, the unspoken things filling the silence.
And as the quiet stretches, you can hear his breathing, steady and unhurried, and it only makes you more aware of your own. You try to breathe normally, in and out, but each breath feels too loud, too obvious, like youâre trying and failing to hide something you both already know.
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Bucky pulls up in your driveway, and for a moment, the relief you thought youâd feel at reaching home is overshadowed by something elseâsomething closer to disappointment. The quiet tension thatâs been hanging between you feels almost unfinished, and you find yourself wishing the ride could somehow stretch on just a little longer.
He leaves the engine idling, the faint rumble filling the silence as you both sit there, neither moving to get out. After a few seconds, you clear your throat, glancing over at him with a small, reluctant smile.
âThanks for the ride,â you say, voice softer than you intended.
Bucky nods, returning your smile, but you can see a similar reluctance flicker across his face as he glances toward the house.Â
âAnytime,â he murmurs.
Your eyes drift to the porch, and you remember the old habit the two of you shared, back when heâd drop by after a night out with everyoneâthose late nights with coffee and the dessert your mom always made, the one he loved and never turned down.
The memory brings a small smile to your lips, and before you can second-guess yourself, you look back at him.Â
âActually⌠my mom made her chocolate tart. The one you like. If youâre up for coffee and dessert, that is,â you say, feeling a twinge of nerves despite the casual invitation.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard, but you catch the hint of warmth in his eyes.Â
âChocolate tart, huh?â he echoes, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âYou know I canât say no to that.â
You shrug, playing it off, but your heart races as you nod toward the door.Â
âFigured itâd be a shame to let it go to waste. Besides,â you add, trying to keep your tone light, âitâs been a while since we did coffee and dessert.â
Buckyâs smile widens, and he cuts the engine, pocketing his keys before glancing at you with that familiar spark in his eyes.Â
âGuess itâs tradition,â he says, opening his door. âWouldnât want to break it.â
You step out, leading him up the walkway, and as you unlock the door, the feeling of anticipation settles back over you, even stronger now. Itâs like the tension from the car ride has followed you inside.Â
As you head into the kitchen, Bucky follows, his gaze drifting over the familiar space. He takes in the room, noticing whatâs changed and whatâs stayed the same. The same cozy lamp in the corner, casting a warm glow over the soft cushions on the couch, the same framed photos on the wallâbut a few new things catch his attention.
A navy-blue jacket, draped over the armchair, too large to be yours. A set of keys on the counter with a small metal keychain that he doesnât recognize. And a book on the coffee table, a spy thriller with a bookmark halfway through. He frowns slightly, his mind racing as he takes in these small, unfamiliar details, each one lighting a spark of jealousy that flares bright, unbidden.
He hadnât asked about Andrewâhadnât wanted to. But now, surrounded by small traces of him, the thought of someone else being part of this space, of sharing moments with you that once might have been his, digs into him with an unexpected force. The sight of it sparks something sharp and unbidden within him, jealousy flaring up like a match struck in the dark. He swallows, trying to ignore it, trying to remind himself that he has no right to feel this way, but the thought of Andrewâs things still lingering here sends his mind racing.
In the kitchen, youâre busy slicing the chocolate tart, setting two plates with practiced ease as you fill the silence with the familiar rhythm of preparing coffee. But every now and then, you feel his gaze on you, heavy and searching, like heâs taking in every detail of the room and of you.
Bucky clears his throat softly, his voice low as he leans against the doorway, watching you pour the coffee. âThings⌠feel different here,â he says, trying to keep his tone casual, but thereâs a roughness in his voice that betrays him.
Your eyes follow his gaze to the jacket, and a flicker of understanding crosses your face. You give a small, almost sheepish laugh.Â
âOh, that. He left it here ages ago. I keep meaning to get rid of it, but itâs⌠just kind of stayed.â You shrug, looking away as if embarrassed by the attachment. âGuess Iâm just lazy.â
He nods, the answer somehow not as satisfying as heâd hoped. His gaze shifts back to the room, trying to reconcile this familiar space with the small hints of someone else.Â
âAh,â he says, his tone lighter. âI get it. Hard to let go of things sometimes.â
You nod, a knowing look in your eyes, as if you both understand the layers beneath his words. You hand him his plate, the rich scent of chocolate and coffee filling the room as he takes it, his fingers brushing yours for a brief, lingering moment.
Settling down at the table, he watches you from across the coffee cup, the quiet tension between you only growing thicker. And as he takes a bite of the chocolate tart, the flavors familiar and nostalgic, he canât help but feel like heâs grasping at something heâs been missing for too long.
You try to focus on your coffee, but Buckyâs gaze is unwavering, fixed solely on you. He takes another slow bite of the chocolate tart, and the way his eyes soften, paired with the slight curve of his lips. Itâs like heâs seeing something he missed, something he canât look away from.
After a beat, you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, unable to take it anymore.Â
âWhat?â you murmur, trying to keep your voice steady, but your heartâs racing too fast.
For a moment, he doesnât answer. He just holds your gaze, eyes dark, thoughtful, and a little teasing, as if heâs enjoying watching you squirm.Â
âJust⌠wondering why it took so long to get back hereâ it feels good to be here. With you.â His voice is low, quiet, but thereâs a warmth behind it that makes your stomach flip.
You glance down, biting back a smile, but you can feel his gaze still on you, unrelenting, like heâs waiting for you to look back.Â
âItâs just dessert, Bucky,â you murmur, trying to keep the moment light, but your cheeks betray you, a blush blooming under his attention.
âMaybe,â he replies, his tone teasing, eyes glinting. âBut itâs the best damn dessert Iâve had in a long time.â He takes a slow bite of the tart, watching you with that infuriatingly soft gaze that makes it impossible to breathe.
"Christ..." you mutter under your breath, barely aware youâve said it aloud. His gaze is so intense, it feels like heâs peeling away every defense youâve carefully built.
âDidnât mean to make you uncomfortable,â he murmurs, but thereâs a teasing lilt in his voice, like heâs testing just how far he can push.
You let out a shaky laugh, glancing down at your coffee to avoid those piercing eyes.Â
âYouâre not⌠itâs justââ You donât know how to finish the thought, every word slipping away under his unwavering stare.
He lets the silence hang for a beat, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk thatâs equal parts infuriating and heart-stopping. Then he leans forward, just a bit closer, his eyes still locked on you, the teasing glint in them intensifying.
âYou sure about that?â he murmurs, voice low and velvet-smooth. His fingers toy with the edge of his coffee cup, but his attention never wavers, every inch of him focused on you. âBecause if Iâm honest⌠I think I like watching you get flustered. Kind of makes me wonder what else I could do to make you look at me like that.â
Your breath catches, and you feel your pulse race, cheeks burning as his words sink in, every nerve suddenly buzzing. Youâre caught, and he knows it, the challenge in his gaze daring you to look awayâbut you donât, rooted to the spot, every nerve in your body humming.
But in that moment of stunned silence, something in your expression shifts, your eyes widening ever so slightly. Itâs not discomfort, but a soft vulnerabilityâan openness he wasnât expecting.
He misreads it entirely.
Bucky straightens abruptly, his face softening as he lets out a quick, self-conscious laugh, breaking eye contact. âIâsorry,â he says, rubbing the back of his neck, his smirk fading. âIâm just messing with you. Didnât mean to⌠you know, make things weird.â
Your heart clenches at the quickness with which he pulls back, his retreat sudden, like heâs trying to undo the last few moments. You open your mouth, words rushing to the tip of your tongue to stop him, to explain, to tell him he hadnât made you uncomfortable at all.
âBuckyâŚâ you say softly, reaching out before you can think twice. The moment your fingers brush his hand, he glances up, eyes wide, almost searching yours for permission.
And before you can lose your nerve, you let the words slip, your voice barely a whisper. âYou didnât make me uncomfortable⌠I just⌠wasnât expecting that.â
The tension between you flares back to life, sharper, deeper, as he studies you, realization dawning in his gaze, as if heâs daring himself to believe what youâre saying.
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The blizzard outside has intensified, blanketing everything in a thick layer of snow that doesnât look like itâll be easing up anytime soon. By the time you both finish your coffee and dessert, the wind is howling against the windows, and the soft glow from the streetlights barely penetrates the wall of snow outside.
You walk to the window, peering out into the swirling white, and let out a small sigh.Â
âLooks like itâs getting worse,â you murmur, more to yourself than to Bucky, the words carrying a quiet invitation you donât fully realize.
Behind you, he steps closer, joining you by the window, his hand resting on the edge of the sill as he gazes out into the storm.Â
âGuess I might have to wait it out,â he says, a hint of reluctance in his voice, though his eyes flicker with something warmer as they meet yours. His tone is casual, almost nonchalant, but the unspoken question lingers between you.
You turn to face him, folding your arms, trying to play it off casually.Â
âYeah, probably not the best idea to be out there in this.â You pause, giving him a small smile. âI mean, I have a couch. Wouldnât be the first time you crashed here.â
He chuckles softly, nodding.Â
âRight. Wouldnât want to risk life and limb just to get home.â Thereâs a glimmer of amusement in his gaze, like heâs just as reluctant as you are to let the night end.
You manage a laugh, a quiet, slightly nervous sound as you gesture towards the living room.Â
âThe couch is all yours if you want it. I can grab a spare blanket.â The offer feels both genuine and like an excuse, a small plea for him to stay, if only a bit longer.
âThanks,â he says, his voice soft, a warmth in his tone that makes your heart skip. âAppreciate it.â
As you disappear down the hall to fetch a blanket and pillow, he lingers in the living room, glancing around the familiar space. Heâs barely acknowledged how much heâs missed thisâmissed youâand now, surrounded by small remnants of your life, it all feels heavier than he expected, like heâs on the brink of something heâs not ready to let go of.
You return with a thick blanket and a pillow, handing them to him as he sets them down on the couch.Â
âHere you go. Itâs not much, but⌠I think youâll survive,â you say, though thereâs something tentative in your voice, almost as if youâre testing the waters, hoping heâll stay a little closer.
Bucky chuckles, sitting on the edge of the couch, his hands settling over his knees as he looks up at you.Â
âYeah, Iâve handled worse, I think,â he replies, his gaze lingering just a bit too long.
A quiet pause stretches between you, neither of you moving. Outside, the snow falls in thick, relentless waves, cocooning you both in this shared moment, and you feel the weight of whatâs left unsaid, lingering like an invitation neither of you dares to speak aloud.
Finally, you clear your throat, offering a small smile.Â
âWell⌠goodnight, Bucky,â you say, your voice softer than you intended, and you find yourself hesitating, like youâre reluctant to leave.
He nods, his gaze holding yours for a moment longer than necessary. âGoodnight, doll.â
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Bucky was asleep on the couch. Your couch. Crashing at your place, as he had so many nights before.
The man you wanted more than youâd ever wanted anyone in your life.
You couldn't sleep, tossing and turning and thinking of him lying not thirty feet away from you on the other side of your bedroom wall. He had stayed over countless times, what was it about tonight that had you squirming beneath the sheets?Â
God, the subtle, masculine scent of him, the warmth of his body so close to yoursâmaybe he'd actually seen the little shiver of sexual awareness that had rippled through you during dinner.
Whatever it was, you were suffering now. His smile, his voice, his deep, infectious laugh...so what if he had been your friend since, so what if he could be a bit of a doofus at timesâokay, a lot of the timeâso what if you were both single now and feeling that familiar itch, that longing, that uncomfortable awareness of being without someone just a bit too long.
Fuck.
You both had talked about this. Onceâa long time ago. You had agreed; getting involved wasn't the right thing to doâlook how many friendships were ruined by relationships.
You threw back the duvet and swung your legs over the side of the bed, wiggling your toes nervously as you bit your lip.Â
You needed a drink, that's what you needed. Not that kind of drinkâalthough God knew you weren't far from it. You needed a cool glass of water from the pitcher in the fridge and maybe some splashed on your face for good measure.Â
Then you could come back to bed and read. Or listen to some music. Or... something. You had an early start in the morning, you had to find some way to get some sleep. If you were really quiet, you could slip right past him and he'd never even know you'd been out of your room.
You creaked open your bedroom door and listened for the sound of his quiet snoring. Sure enough, the soft sounds of sleep drifted towards you and you straightened, relaxing a little.Â
He was sleeping just fine. He wasn't tossing and turning thinking about you.
You slipped out into the chilly living room, and shivered involuntarily. You'd set the thermostat low in the living room to save energy, completely forgetting to turn it up for his sake, so while your bedroom was toasty warm, the living room was cold and still.Â
Guiltily you cast your eyes over his sleeping form, sprawled inelegantly over the couch with one hand thrown over his eyes and one leg up over the back of the sofa. He wore only a t-shirt and boxers, and lying with the blanket kicked to the floor instead to cover himself with, he looked vulnerable somehow, and uncomfortable.
And incredibly, almost achingly sexy.
Your eyes roamed over him in blatant appreciation. He was a powerhouse of strength, with thick, chiseled muscles that seemed almost carved from stone. Broad shoulders tapered down to a torso built from years of dedication, and his arms were thick with veins and ridges that caught the light.Â
Your gaze slid down his powerful legs, the defined muscle of his thighs flexing beneath the hem of his shorts. He was the embodiment of rugged masculinity, intense and undeniably commanding. His stubbled jaw caught your eye, and you let your gaze linger on his lipsâthe lips youâd dreamed of tasting so many times...too many times, in fact. So often that sometimes you imagined the fantasy as if it were a memory. So delicious, so sensual and hot.
Only he wasn't hotâyou try to tell yourself. You dragged yourself back to reality, frowning as you looked down at him. He was cold.
You went back to the bedroom and pulled an extra blanket off the closet shelf, and carried it back to lay across his sleeping form. He stirred slightly as you draped it over him, and his eyelids fluttered open.            Â
âHmmmâŚâ Bucky mumbled thickly, his voice hoarse and low. âGood morning.â
âIt's not morning, it's two a.m,â you whispered. âI was just getting you another blanket. Go back to sleep.â
âMmmmmâŚâ he said, cuddling it around him.
He pulled his leg down off the couch and straightened himself out, stretching languidly, shuddering, like a cat. You loved watching the way his muscles tensed and relaxed. You loved watching him do anything, in fact.
âIt's so cold,â You said by way of an unasked-for explanation, and looked away from his body. His eyes were still closed so you could have looked a little longer, but didn't want to risk it.
âCold?â he murmured. âJust a second.â He pushed aside the blanket and reached for you, tugging you down towards him.
You gasped and lost your footing, sitting down hard on the couch beside him. He pulled you down and enveloped you in his arms, pulling you tight against his chest.
He flipped the blanket over top of both of you. âThere. I'll keep you warm.â
A sleepy duskiness coloured his voice, and something in the intimacy of it, the familiarity of it, made your heart flutter rebelliously in your chest. He smelled so damn good, like a mixture of soap and the sweet warm and musky scent of cedar wood. He drew you in closer, molding his body against yours, and God help you, you allowed him. You settled in more comfortably beside him, your leg thrown over his, your arm stretched across his chest.
âI was saying you must be cold,â you whispered. âNot telling you I was.â
âI know.â Bucky said without missing a beat.
You lay there, entwined, quiet, saying nothing more. You rested your head against his chest and could feel more than hear the lazy beat of his heart, and the quiet, smooth passage of his breath. His hand languidly caressed your arm, the rhythm growing slower as he drifted back to sleep.Â
Sleep threatened to claim you, too, so you stirred, trying to disentangle from him. You'd have to be near your alarm clock or you'd never get up in time.
âNo, don't go,â Bucky murmured as you tried to move. He held you tighter.
âI have to,â you whispered. âI have to get some sleep, I have to get up in a few hours.â
âStay.â
âI can't.â
He was gradually coming awake, slowly becoming more oriented. He shifted position slightly so that he was more on his side, looking down at you as he rested his head on his bent elbow. He stretched his other arm across you and pulled you closer, gently caressing you back.
âStay,â he said again. His voice was clearer now. He was fully awake. Still slightly dazed from sleep, but awake.
You hesitated, letting your gaze roam over his face. Finally you whispered, âWe talked about this a long time ago, remember?â
âI know. I'm sorry. I just...I want you to stay.â
In the dim moonlight spilling in through the French doors his features were muted, but his eyesâhis eyes were large and dark, taking you in with a mixture of hope and trepidation. Bucky moistened his lips, his pupils growing even larger as they roamed over your face and you could feel the pace of his heart pick up and his breathing increase.Â
His gaze moved down to your lips and his brow creased in an expression that could have been longing, or frustration, or both. He raised his eyes slowly to meet yours, the haze of desire stealing slowly into his gaze.
âYou're not nothing to me,â he said, almost to himself. âThat's precisely the problem.â
How on earth were you supposed to resist such a sensual, beautiful, soulful man? Stay? How could you not?
âPlease,â he whispered. âStay. . . I have something I need to get off my chest.â
Your resolve was crumbling as you felt your chest tighten. You looked into his eyes and barely managed to whisper the words.Â
âWhatâs that?â
âThis.âÂ
He lowered his head slowly and kissed you, brushing your lips softly, sensuously, as if in no particular hurry. As if he had all the time in the world to savor you, to taste you, to send pleasure rippling through you with every touch of his lips. He murmured softly as he gently nipped at your bottom lip, teasing your, biting and then kissing-better the lips he was bruising.
You could feel the pleasure he was taking in kissing you, the slowâtortuously slowâpleasure he was enjoying for himself and teasing out of you as he lingered in your mouth. Buckyâs hand slid along your jaw, tilting your face up to him, his thumb caressing your cheek as he kissed you. He broke the kiss and looked down at you in wonder, his eyes glittering in the dim light, then brought your face up to his and kissed you again.
You opened your mouth to him and his tongue slipped in to tangle sensuously with yours. He angled his head from one side to the other, exploring your mouth and pressing kisses along the edges of your lips. You kissed his cheeks, his chin, his light stubble gently razing your lips and making them all the more sensitive. When you found his lips again, their soft warmth was intoxicating and you deepened the kiss, teasing his tongue with your own.
You kissed him back sensually, with equal possessiveness and enjoyment, and knew that your response was emboldening him.
Bucky tensed and pressed against you, his kiss growing firmer and more insistent. His mouth moved over yours expertly, wringing pleasure from you in breaths that came faster and little cries that escaped into the quiet of the room. Your soft moans made him tense even more, and you could feel his arousal along the length of your leg, hard and urgent like the rest of his body.Â
You were both warm now, and he threw back the blanket before settling back down on top of you, returning to the slow, rhythmic dance of kissing, teasing, and tasting that was just about driving you mad.
You slipped your hands up over your head, thinking to wrap them around him, but he found them and clasped your wrists together with his left hand and kept them there, holding you down with gentle pressure as he bent to kiss you more deeply.Â
The sensation of being held by him, of being pinned down, gently, but with no doubt as to his strength, rushed through you in unfamiliar torrents of excitement. He entwined his fingers in yours, easing up the pressure, dipping his head between your upraised arms to kiss you deeply, slowly, torturously.
As his tongue tangled with yours the fingers of his right hand trailed up the side of your body, stopping at the swell of your breast. He ran his hand over you gently, tentatively, feeling the weight of it beneath him and groaning softly. He slipped his hand inside your robe and cupped you bare flesh, his warm hand gently squeezing, caressing, as he groaned again and grew even harder. His thumb circled over your nipple and you gasped, arching against him at the sudden sting of pleasure. He pushed aside the robe further, revealing your breast with its tight nipple, unbearably aroused by his touch.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, gazing at you breast. He lowered his lips to your nipple and gently kissed it, his tongue tasting and savoring it the way he had just been savoring your mouth.
The wet warmth of his mouth on your sensitive flesh made you ache with a tension and desire you had never felt before. When his tongue swirled around you nipple languidly, when he took the sensitive bud into his mouth and suckled softly, you felt the exquisite torture of it flow down through you body to you very core. How could this feel so damn good? Just the lightest brush of his lips, his tongue, his teeth on your nipple and you felt almost ready to climax.
His free hand slid around to the small of your back and he lifted you gently, sliding you further down the couch and farther under him. You were completely beneath him now, and completely held by him, one strong hand gently pressing your wrists into the sofa cushions and the other splayed across you back while he bent his head and kissed and sucked and teased you breast. You almost couldn't bear the sensation as your nipple grew harder, more tender, and the pleasure started liquifying between your legs.
"Yes..." you breathed. You arched again, wanting him to release you from his mouth and yet hoping that he never would. "Oh my God, Bucky, that feels so good..."
Bucky lets go of your wrists and brings his hand down to your other breast, pushing aside your robe to free you completely. He caressed you, sensuously feeling the roundness of you, and trailed his lips across the rising swell, kissing and tasting and smiling at the way your soft flesh moved under his tongue. He gently grasped your breast and brought your nipple up to his mouth, which grew hard and exquisitely tender under his tongue. His fingers continued to tease your other nipple, the one still stinging from the feel of his mouth on it, still aching to feel it again.
You arched into him, sinking your hand into his hair and pressing him to your breast. The pleasure of his mouth and hands on you was making you weak, making you shiver with pleasure and need, all down the length of you and in between your legs. You could feel yourself growing wet and ready for him, the pleasure so intense, so unlike anything you'd ever felt before.
You heard yourself moaning softly, whimpering, making sounds you had never made before, all but dizzy with desire and sensation. With every little sound you made he groaned, or his erection surged against you, or he fell onto your breasts again with increased hunger. Your response to him was as intoxicating to him as his mouth was to youâyou could feel it in his every movement, his every ragged breath.
âI need you, Bucky.â You pleaded softly. âPlease.â
He rose over you, bracing his arms on either side of you. His eyes blazed with heat as he looked down at you, at you eyes, your mouth, your breasts. He took your mouth expertly, hungrily, kissing you fiercely with a dominance that thrilled you. He moved to trail hot kisses down your neck, licking the sensitive skin near your collarbone, barely skimming you with his tongue as if wanting the merest taste. You gripped his shoulders, and turned your head to the side, aching at the sensation of his mouth on you, kissing, licking, tasting.Â
You moaned at the feel of his tongue on your neck and the gentle pressure of his lips pressing kisses against your skin. You needed to feel him, to taste his salty sweet skin, his maleness, him.
As if he could read your thoughts he lifted up from you to pull his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. You reached up and ran your hands over his chest, and as he fell on you again his mouth found yours hungrily and his hand slid into your hair, gripping the top of your head possessively as you kissed.
You had never felt so possessed, so taken, so overwhelmed by a man. You broke the kiss and sought his neck, his shoulder, his tense muscles straining as he held himself above you. You branded your own hot trail of kisses into his skin, felt him strain against you at the sensation. You loved the taste of him, so male and wonderful beneath your lips.
"Baby. . ." His voice was hoarse, breathless.Â
For one brief moment uncertainty flashed in his eyes and he looked as though he wanted to say something. But when your lips found his again he lost the thought and succumbed to the kiss, slanting over your mouth, teasing your tongue with his.
You ran your hands down his back to the waistband of his boxers, and dipped your hands beneath the elastic to roam over his flesh. He tensed at your touch and you felt him suck in a breath as you moved your hands around to the front.Â
He was very hard, and you curled your fingersâwhich couldnât wrap around him fullyâas you gripped his ass with your other hand. He groaned softly and kissed you even more deeply, surging against you with an almost desperate urgency. You began to stroke him, your fingers gently gliding up and down his smooth shaft until he suddenly let out a groan and broke away, stopping your hand with his own.
âFuck,â he said breathlessly, heat blazing in his eyes. âI can't. . .â
Alarm flared in you. âWhat's wrong?â
âI won't last long. . .â
âOh, is that all?â You gently pushed his hand away and began to tentatively stroke him again.
He moaned, closing his eyes briefly, enjoying the pleasure. âIf you keep doing that. . .â
âWhat?â You prompted, nibbling on his lower lips as you stroked.
âI'll have to fuck you.â
âGood.â You took his lips again and you fell into a rhythmic kiss, as if you had been kissing each other forever. He moaned softly into your mouth as you stroked him, making soft noises of your own into his mouth.
Bucky broke the kiss, his breathing sharp and shallow, and gazed down at you, pressing his forehead to yours.
âAre you sure about this?â His voice was quiet, urgent, almost desperate.
âYes,â you breathed, pushing his boxers down with your free hand. He lifted up his hips to help you and shrugged out of them, kicking them to the floor.
âI didn't mean for this to happen, at least not tonight,â he said, his breath jagged and quiet as you continued to stroke him. âI've wanted you for so long, butââ
âI know,â You murmured, kissing his neck as your hand slid over his thick length again and again. His body was rigid with tension and you tried to relax him with your mouth, your whispers, the feel of your body. But you knew he wouldn't relax as long as you were stroking him. You paused and he relaxed slightly, but his eyes still burning and his breath still came unevenly.
âAre you sure?â He asked again, his eyes showing fear through the haze of desire. Heat blazed between them, and you felt such a desperate need in him that you wanted to soothe him, comfort him. But doing so with words seemed the wrong thing to do.
"Mhmmm," You murmured instead, kissing his jaw, his neck, the sensitive skin beneath his ear. He groaned softly as you ran your fingers over his shaft, teasing, tempting, letting you fingernails trail along the sensitive skin below. You cupped him and squeezed gently as he groaned louder, pleasure that sounded almost painful. you laughed softly, kissing along his collarbone, his shoulder, his neck.
âYou know how I feel about you. . . â he managed, his voice little more than a breath. âDon't you? That Iââ
"Shhhh," You said, coming back to meet his eyes. He looked so afraid, so vulnerable, and yet so filled with desire. You knew, then, everything you needed to know. And every word he needed to hear. "Please. . . Baby. . .it's okay. We can talk later. Right now. . .please. . . just shut up and fuck me."
His fear melted into a smile so warm, so open, so full of relief that he almost looked ready to cry. He took your mouth again, arching over you as he claimed you. Before his kisses had been searching and sensuous, now they seemed driven by pure desire. He ground his lips on yours masterfully, taking what he wanted, what he needed.
You could feel the raw need in him, the need for acceptance, the need to let pure passion overcome his fear. Every meeting of your lips sent another jolt through you, every taste of his tongue made you desperate for more, and you knew he was reeling from the same powerful sensations that you were. You could feel him starting to let go, to abandon himself to you, to enjoy making you abandon yourself to him.Â
Here was the lust you had always hoped was there, the powerful sexuality always just below the surface, the desire you had hoped and prayed he felt for you. It was here, pressed against you, an urgent cock and a hard, warm body, roaming lips and soft, male moans of pleasure and need. A careful heart revealing itself to yours.
You moved beneath him, pressing your hips against him to ease the heat that radiated from between your legs. The ache was exquisite, your need growing more urgent as you felt his erection surge and strengthen.
You felt his hand on your knee and then slowly, so damn slowly, he began to trail his fingers up along the inside of your thighs, which parted so easily at his gentle persuasion. His touch was electric, yet soft and sensual, and wherever his fingers played you felt a fiery tingle that made you shiver. Finally his fingers trailed delicately over your sensitive cunt, teasing you, tantalizing you, until you cried softly, silently begging him to touch you most sensitive place.
With a smile that you could feel more than see, his fingers slipped into your slick warmth and you cried out, a spasm of pleasure overwhelming you. He silenced your cry with his mouth, his tongue tangling with yours while his fingers slipped deeply inside you and stroked, as languidly and rhythmically as you were stroking him.
âOh my gââ You cried, writhing at the pleasure of his fingers sliding slowly in and out of you, then pulling out to trail up higher and caress your folds. When his fingers danced over your clit you arched you back, your breath leaving you in a gasp. The electricity of his touch, so gentle and sensuous, sent spasms of pleasure rippling through you.Â
He didn't hurry the pace, just stroked you with an even, sensual rhythm as he kissed you. He was holding you, his arm surrounding you, pressing his body to yours, his mouth never far from your lips, your neck, your ear, his eyes never far from yours. You had never felt so close to someone, so protected in his arms, so cherished and adored.
His fingers dipped down to enter you again and his thumb continued the slow, exquisite torture above. Just when you thought you'd go over the edge he'd pull away, pause, caress a different part of you and send you on the upward spiral again and again, or slide his fingers into you over and over while his thumb swirled and caressed and rubbed, driving you mad with an aching desire.Â
He smiled down at you, nipped at your lips, pressed his forehead to yours and trailed kisses down your eyelids, your cheeks, until claiming your mouth again, his tongue mimicking the sweet, sensuous motion of his fingers and thumb.
He grew rock hard in your hand as you moaned with each breath, as you came closer and closer to the edge. You could feel him restraining himself, wanting only to pleasure you, anticipating your climax. But it wasn't what you wanted. On a ragged breath you stopped his hand.
"I want you," you said urgently. "Please, Bucky. . .fuck me."
He gazed at you, teetering on a moment of indecision. His chest rose and fell sharply with his labored breath, and he brought a trembling hand up to your hip and gripped you, holding you, moving to settle between your legs and pausing at your entrance.
"Please, I want you inside me." your voice dropped to a whisper so urgent you hardly recognized it yourself. "Please don't make me beg."
And whatever strength he had left vanished.
"Oh baby. . ." He moved forward and slid into you, a breathless throaty sound of pure male pleasure escaping his lips. "Oh my God. . ."
He paused for a moment, looking down at you with heavy-lidded desire, visibly enjoying the new sensation of being so deep inside you. You were slick and hot, more than ready for him, and as you body adjusted to him, to the exquisite, aching stretch he was causing, you squirmed beneath him on a moan of primal pleasure. He pulled out slowly, torturously, and slid himself in again, filling you completely.
You closed your eyes and moaned, gripping his ass as he lifted your hips up to him, angling you so he could fill you more deeply. He began to thrust, slowly, rhythmically, his hips moving sensuously, making you muscles tighten around him as he plunged into you again and again, your movements coming so easily, so naturally, so deliciously slowly.
You lifted your legs to wrap them around him, loving the way it tilted you back so that his every thrust felt deeper, felt like it was reaching new depths of pleasure in you.
âYes, yes, yes. . .like that. . .oh my god, Bucky. . .you fill me up so good.âÂ
He ran his hand possessively along your leg, pausing to look down at your joined bodies as he thrust into you. He raised himself up, his arms braced on the other side of you to keep his weight off you, and moved so he could thrust more freely, more quickly, building the tempo. He pressed his lips to your forehead gently as he drove into you, his breath ragged, panting, yours matching his intensity and need.
âUghâyou drive me insane, I love hearing you moan my nameâdonât stop.â
You could feel him getting close, nearing the edge of his own release, and he slowed, lowering his head to nuzzle your neck as the rhythm of his hips paused, and then resumed again, more slowly this time, building again, savoring you body the way his lips had savored you mouth, the way his tongue had devoured you breasts. His arm slid around you back again, holding you, lifting you up to him as he took your breast in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. His mouth was hungrier this time, sucking your nipple, flicking his tongue over it with such abandon that you felt it in your core. His passion was growing, and you could sense that his desire to be slow and tender with you was losing the battle against his raw primitive need.
You gripped him, lost in the dizzying sensations he was causing in you. His mouth on you, his hand roaming over you, gripping your ass as he thrust into you in a relentless rhythm. You were limp in his embrace, held in place for him to possess, to plunder, to pleasure. You had never been held like that before, and the primal intensity of it, the feeling of being so completely owned by his desire, overwhelmed you. You were his, completely, your body as loose as a rag doll in his arms. You gripped his straining arms as he sent pleasure coursing through you, gripping you as he thrust and withdrew, plunged and pulled out, drove into you over and over again in breathless ecstasy.
âKeep fucking me like thatâYes! Oh my God, harder, please. . . B-Bucky!â
Waves of pleasure grew stronger and stronger in you, pushing you towards the ultimate pleasure, building with increasing urgency as his rhythm grew faster and harder.Â
âOhâlike that? You like that?â
He groaned as he kissed your neck, your collarbone, your breast, and drove himself into you with such exquisite need. You gripped his buttocks, feeling the powerful muscles contracting with each thrust, drawing him deeper into you. When he tore away from your lips and looked down into your eyes you felt the waves rise, growing stronger and higher and faster until with a shattered cry you came, trembling as the pleasure spasmed through you.
His eyes never left yours as he thrust into you, groaning from the exquisite pleasure of your spasming pussy.Â
âShitâfuck, youâre gonna make me come. Ohhhhââ Bucky moaned.
You were so incredibly tight, gripping his cock as you came, milking him as he struggled to last just a moment longer, lost in the heaven of you hot, wet heat. Your cries of pleasure echoed throughout the darkened room and when you whispered his name on a soft, sweet whimper he found his own release, jetting into you over and over again as he cried out in an agony of pleasure and a torrent, a chorus, of your name.
Finally, finally, his hips slowed and he lowered his head and kissed you gently, sensuously, as softly as he had when he had first pulled you down to him. Then he lowered his head to your neck and let himself rest there, lying against you, his heart thundering, his breath ragged and heavy. You lowered your legs from around his waist and wrapped your arms around him instead, cradling him to you. you rested your head against the top of his and felt your own breath slowing, your own heartbeat returning to normal. His cock was still hard inside you and he shuddered as you clenched around him.
"God, you're incredible." He exhaled a long, deep breath.
He rose up and kissed you, shuddering with each aftershock as his cock surged inside you. You could feel your inner muscles clenching around him, not releasing him yet, teasing the last drops of pleasure from him.Â
He lay his head down against you again, breathing out a sigh that was both release and contentment as the last tremors rippled through him. You loved this feeling, this sensation of his body trembling with the afterglow of pleasure, pleasure you had given him, just as your body was tingling from the intense pleasure he had given you.
He held you to him, sliding out of you slowly, and shifted slightly so that you fit against him perfectly, settling into the warmth and comfort of his arms encircling you.
âHoly shit,â he whispered again, pressing his lips to your temple and leaving them there for a long minute before letting go.
âI'm so glad you stayed over,â you said quietly, kissing the soft skin of his neck.
He stilled for a moment, and you looked up at him, trying to read whatever might be revealed in his eyes. In the darkness both of you were inscrutable, until he leaned closer and bumped your cheek with his nose before lightly pressing his lips to yours for a sweet, soulful kiss.
âSo does this mean we're not friends anymore?â He asked, in between luscious nips at your lips.
âYou tell me,â you said sleepily, unable to resist his slow, savoring kisses.
You felt his smile as he kissed you languidly, with deliberate slowness, each kiss deepening into something more intimate than the last. Finally his lips stilled and you felt him fall asleep beside you, his breathing soft and slow.
You wanted to stay awake, to freeze this moment in time, to make it last. you wished you could lay there forever, tucked in beside him, your bodies curled to get you. But even as you tried to stay awake, gently caressing the arm that draped over you protectively. you gradually succumbed to a peaceful, contented sleep.
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a/n:Â sure, I was vigilantly working on a different wip (a very long one that needed a lot of strength to get through) but then this whole fantasy came to me and i just couldn't stop myself... at least i downgraded the idea from a full-fledged series (which i sadly very much do not have the time for) to just a slutty little one shot in an au that i can always pop back into whenever the itch pops up (or when anyone has a slutty request for it hehe).
summary: before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, âwell, what if Iâm not asking you to be with me? What if itâs just for tonight? What if Iâm only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?â you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, âwould you be mine just till the sun comes up?âÂ
warnings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader, smut, reader's mom is the british ambassador to france, age gap (10-15 years), tattooed!bucky (both a metal arm and tattoos as picked in a poll by you), beefy!bucky, forbidden romance, posh political party, alcohol consumption, wet dream, lingerie, stockings, one night stand (except we already know those fools can't keep it to just one night), kissing, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, oral, fingering, impact play, squirting, gaping, belly bulge, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie
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âYou sure, you donât want some?â you squinted over at your bodyguard as you lowered the champagne flute from your lips, âthis shit costs more than my dress, which is really saying something,â you pointed to the red silk gown that hung from your frame, âthis is Dior.â
âIâm good, miss,â Bucky uttered, tight-lipped as always.Â
âRight, sorry,â you sat the glass down at the tall table you stood beside, âcanât drink while on duty.â
Posh parties such as the one tonight were always a bit of a drag to get through. Even though youâd been hauled along for most of your life, theyâd never gotten any more amusing.Â
But when your mother hired Barnes to be your personal bodyguard a few months back, the thought of getting dolled up just to have a bunch of provoking politicians talk your ear off about ideas youâd never in a million years support, somehow didnât seem as bad as it used to now that he was constantly at your side.Â
It had been a little incident involving your phone getting hacked, an explicit video nearly getting leaked, one that had been made for an ex who lived in another country to make the distance more barrable, and a few threatening messages from the perpetrator that had been the reason for your new shadow.Â
Though youâd been resistant at first, storming into your motherâs office to state that you were a grown woman and didnât need a babysitter just because someone tried to exploit an old sex tape that in your opinion wasnât even that big of a deal, swiftly got squashed when a then stranger cleared his throat behind you and shared the more gruelling threats that had been made alongside the hacking.Â
Youâd hoped and prayed that heâd turn out to be a pain, that his personality could squash the feelings that fluttered inside of you whenever you looked at him, but unfortunately, he wasnât an asshole. He was quiet, professional to a fault, but he wasnât a dick. If anything, all of the silence and all of the glances to always keep track of you made the crush worse. It made you feel as if you were in a Jane Austen novel, reading between the lines of subtext your unreliable brain came up with.
âYou tired?â he asked as a yawn rolled out of you.Â
âMhm,â you hummed behind the palm you had brought up to your lips.Â
âThe carâs ready to take you back to the embassy whenever you are.âÂ
A grateful smile twitched at your lip as you offered him a small nod of confirmation, âIâll just go tell my mom.â
The ambassador, your mother, had her back turned to you as she talked business with a small group of people even though the hour had grown late.Â
You waited for a sliver of a break before you tapped her on the shoulder and whispered in her ear.
âHey, mom?â her palm found yours as she turned to look at you, âIâm gonna head home.â
âOh, alright,â she leaned in and pressed a small peck to your cheek, âsee you tomorrow, love.â
âBye,â you gave her hand one last squeeze before heading out of the elegant venue, your guard still only a few paces behind you.Â
A dusty drizzle met your skin as you exited onto the midnight streets of Paris. The sensation made you want to walk home, though you still followed Bucky to the black car already waiting and slipped in when he opened the back door for you.Â
The light from the city reflected on the back of his metal hand as it gripped the steering wheel. You could faintly spot the prominent veins on the other one dance beneath the inked skin as it did the same, tattoos you still ached to discover just how far they stretched beneath his dark suit.Â
Though soon your gaze flickered away from his silhouette as he drove, and fluttered out to the glittering cityscape rolling by, the vision of which swiftly lulled you to sleep.Â
When you arrived home, Buckyâs steely eyes found your slumbering form in the rear-view mirror. You didnât rouse when he opened your door and carefully picked you up into his arms. You didnât wake either as he carried you inside, all the way up to your bedroom, and layed you down on your bed.Â
Gently, he removed your heels and quietly placed them down on the hardwood floor before he grabbed your duvet and tugged it over your form.Â
But just as he moved to leave your side, half asleep you caught his hand.
âDonât goâŚâ you murmured hazily, eyes still shut.Â
And so, he didnât.
Bucky simply reached for the tufted chair nearby and, as silently as he could, scooted it closer to the bed.Â
Barely an hour passed before you woke.Â
Before you even blinked open your eyes, your fingers began to slide down your body as the sinful dream youâd been blessed with still lingered in your foggy brain.Â
Though when your eyes did flutter open and discovered the star of the dream sitting in a chair right next to you, your hand halted its voyage, and you sucked in a startled breath.Â
âYou okay?â he asked softly as you blinked a few times.Â
âUh,â the throbbing that still lingered from the dream probably wasnât going to fade any faster with him sitting there with his unwavering stare, âyeah, Iâmâ, uhmâŚâ you propped yourself up on your elbow before sitting up more, âIâm fine.âÂ
âDid you have a nightmare?â
âNo, it wasnât aââŚâ your sentence then crumbled as you sucked in a breath, âwhat are you doing watching me sleep?â
As you met his gaze, he then uttered, âyou asked me to stay.â
Your eyes then widened, âI did?â
âYeah.â
âOhâŚâ though you couldnât recall, heat still began to bloom on your cheeks, âIâm sorry, I didnâtââ
âIt's alright,â his shoulders offered a faint shrug.Â
Averting your gaze, you noticed that you were still in your dress. You werenât quite sure if it pleased you or not that Bucky didnât try to strip it off you, though it was probably less the moral intentions and more the fantasy of him peeling it off of you that swayed you.Â
âWere you just planning on sleeping in that chair all night?â you asked.Â
âNo,â he shook his head, âI wasnât planning on sleeping at all.âÂ
A tinge of guilt stung in your chest, âIâm really sorry, I donât know what I was thinking, I must have been asleep or somethingâŚâ you then swung your legs over the side of the bed and got up. As your fingers raised up to pluck off your sparkling earrings, your feet began to carry you in the direction of your wardrobe. Dropping the jewellery off in a small porcelain bowl on the opposite bedside table, you then glanced back at your bodyguard and said, âyou donât have to stay any longer, you can go back to your room and get some sleep.âÂ
Offering you a nod, he then began to walk towards the door.Â
Though, as you reached back to undo your dress, you abruptly uttered, âwait,â and he stopped before his steely fingers could enclose around the door handle. Turning to glance back at you, a bold request then hesitantly fell from your lips, âcould you maybe help unzip me?â
He barely made a noise, simply hummed quietly in response before his slow stride carried him towards your frame as it twisted for your back to be turned to him.
When you felt his touch on the zipper, tugging it down ever so slowly, your breath came in ragged, and your eyes fluttered shut. You swore you felt his radiating heat seep into you as he exposed more of your goosebump-ridden spine.Â
As the straps tumbled over your shoulders, your hands came up to your chest to hold it up even though you wished for nothing more than to let it drop before him.
And when the zipper finally reached its end, he lingered right behind you just long enough for you to catch the tether of it. Slowly, as if you were dealing with a skittish bird, you rotated around. You didnât dare to look him in the eyes as you let yourself follow that magnetic pull youâd been trying to keep at bay. Your gaze flickered up to his lips as heated puffs of air seeped from your lungs and you slowly, hypnotically, inched closer.Â
But then Bucky opened his mouth and said in a soft and quiet tone, âwhat are you doing?â making you halt, though not pull back.Â
âPlease donât act like you donât already know⌠I know you doâŚâ
âYou canât,â he uttered, though didnât move to walk away either as he captured your gaze, âwe canât, alright?â
âWhy not?â you breathed, your eyes returning to his lips, âis it really that important for you to stay professional over everything else? Or is it that Iâm just a job to you?â your heart felt as if it was gonna beat straight out of your chest, âyou know I like you, I know you do. You notice everything, so of course you know. Am I right?â
A long exhale then flowed from his lungs before the faintest of nods tilted his head, ââŚyeah.â
âAnd I have eyes too, Iâve seen the way you look at me,â a shiver trickled down your spine, âso, are you really gonna just stand there and pretend you donât feel something too? Just go back to your own room and continue to protect me like nothingâs going on?â
âY/n, I canât be with you,â he shook his head heavily, âyou know I canât.âÂ
Canât or wonât?
Before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, âwell, what if Iâm not asking you to be with me? What if itâs just for tonight? What if Iâm only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?â you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, âwould you be mine just till the sun comes up?âÂ
As if your quiet whispers melted him completely, your bodyguard breathed, ââŚfuckâŚâ and the next thing you knew, heâd grabbed your face and seized your lips.Â
It was like something inside of him had snapped, something you had shattered, with the way that he kissed you as if heâd been drowning and your lips were oxygen.Â
As you lost yourself in the sensation of his tongue dancing across your own, you let the red dress drop down your body, passed the sheer stockings that clung around your thighs, to the floor. Like fire, one of his hands disappeared from your cheek and ran down your frame, grazing over the black lingerie that was now exposed. Â
Though heated and hungry at first, the kiss soon softened into lighter pecks.Â
With his metal hand, he held your face close to his as he withdrew from the kiss, an action you werenât quite ready for as you dreamily trailed after him a bit, longing for his lips.Â
âAre you sure this is what you want?â his hot breath fanned across your features.Â
âYes,â you whispered swiftly.Â
But as you dizzily blinked up at him, he simply hummed for you to elaborate, âhm?â
âYes, I want you,â goosebumps tingled across your skin.Â
âYou want me to what?â his thumb swiped over your cheekbone.Â
âI want you toâ, toââŚâ you fumbled as you felt your desire drip and soak your panties, making them cling to your aching core.Â
âTo what, huh?âÂ
âToââŚÂ fuck me,â the embarrassingly desperate words tumbled out your mouth.Â
âYou want me to fuck you?â his unwavering stare briefly dropped to your parted lips.
âYes,â the syllable rushed out of you.Â
âSay it again,â he tilted his chin.Â
âI want you to fuck me.â
âLouder,â his feet began to shift, causing yours to shuffle back as well.Â
âI want you to fuck me.â
âOne more time,â his hand had dropped down to your jaw and his fingers curled slightly to dent your soft cheeks.Â
âI want you to fuck me, please!âÂ
With the hold he had on you, he swiftly dipped down and pressed his lips to yours once more. The world then fell out from under you as his grasp scooped down your frame and plucked you up.
Your arms tangled around his neck right before your back collided with the closet door and your lips tilted away from his as a short squeak slipped out. The distance however lent Bucky to let his kisses dance down the length of your neck and across your cleavage, so perfectly framed by the sheer fabric of your bra.Â
Though the hickeys he began to plant across your skin made your eyes roll in your skull, your fingers still captured his tie and tugged him back up for your lips to crash against his. As you moved to push his blazer off, his sturdy grip on you shifted though still held you close as the jacket fell from his burly frame and your palms swiftly scooped over his broad shoulders and down his chest, now one layer closer to letting you actually get to feel the furnace roiling beneath.
Cupping his face close, whimpers seeped out of you and vibrated against his lips as his fingers dug into your ass and rubbed your barely covered cunt over the palpable tent in his pants, your want surely drenching through your thin underwear and marking him as well.Â
You almost didnât realise that Bucky had moved till he dropped you down on the bed. Taking a step back, his tongue briefly flicked across his breathless lips as his fingers lifted to tug his tie off.Â
Staring directly into your soul, he uttered, âtake your bra off,â as he tossed the tie to the floor and your fingers scrambled to fulfil his request. When you flung the lingerie to the ground, right next to his crumbled tie, the cool night air kissed your pebbly nipples and Bucky let out a murmured curse right before bending down to press his lips to yours.Â
Balanced on your elbows, you parted your lips and let his tongue sweep across your own. His touch coasted down your frame, barely granting your tits any attention before his grasp hooked around your thighs and yanked you closer to the edge of the mattress. A surprised yelp escaped you at first at the sudden shift, but as the sting of saliva, that had lingered and connected you from your sloppy kiss, snapped back against your skin, the short cry morphed into a fizzy giggle.Â
The light laugh however faded away when you watched him sink to his knees at the foot of the bed. Your legs curled up even further on either side of you, though you werenât quite sure if that was you or him pushing them up and cracking you open that much more. You could feel his breath hit your pantie-clad core as his gaze fixated on the soaked spot right over your puff.Â
When his palm slid up your inner thigh, he only had to reach out his thumb for the broad pad to ghost over your covered slit. His eyes swiftly flickered up to capture yours, checking your reaction as you began to squirm from his feathery light touch.Â
Hooking his finger in the gusset, he pulled it to the side and a glossy string stretched out and clung to the fabric as he revealed your glistening pussy.Â
A breathy moan billowed out of you as he began to touch you, rolling your little pearl beneath his touch. Finding your eyes once more, he held your gaze as he then leaned down to press a gentle kiss over your clit.Â
âThis okay?â his voice vibrated against your bundle of nerves, making you twitch.Â
âMhm,â you nodded foggily, âyou can do anything you want.â
âAnything?â his lips twitched into a smirk as his fingers stretched from where they were clutching your panties to brush over your button.
âYeah,â you breathed, âfucking anything.âÂ
Your mouth then hung agape at the sight of him dipping down to ruthlessly taste your desire. It didnât take long before he lost himself in you so fiercely that he momentarily leaned back only to rip your underwear off. Both of his hands curved around your bottom, raking across your skin as he drew you even closer to his tongue and dragged it through your wet folds.
Bumping his nose against your clit, he let himself make out with your cunt a moment longer before planting a farewell peck over your pearl and pulling back. A dollop of spit dropped from his lips down onto your pussy. Catching the drop with his fingers before it slid away, he rubbed it into your own juices and made you that much more of a mess.Â
âO-oh,â you moaned as he slowly slid a long finger into you after teasing your weepy entrance enough to make you shiver.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet,â he groaned at the soppy sounds his efforts conjured.
Craning down to kiss your clit sloppily, Bucky then slid his ring finger in beside the other, curving them gently as he reached even deeper.Â
When he momentarily retracted his digits to land a small tap over your puffy petals, the smile that bloomed on your face only egged him on further. Plugging you back up, he then retracted and repeated the slap though with more ferocity.Â
Your head began to lull a bit as he brought his vibranium digits down to roll your clit and his fingers began to fuck you harder, not faster, but with an intent that made your pussy sing for him.Â
With your thighs trembling, they nearly slammed shut as you felt the end near, but your bodyguard only slid his strong metal forearm over your legs, hooking it right under both of your bent knees, to keep you spread nice and open for him.Â
The veins on the back of his inked hand popped from how fiercely his fingers rocked within you.Â
Stretching his thumb up to strum your clit, he tried to sneak a third finger inside of you as he felt your walls begin to flutter around him.Â
âThatâs it, Iâve got you,â as he always did in every manner, evidently. A smile curved at his lips as your eyes fluttered closed and a symphony of moans flowed out of you with every last tender stroke he offered you to carry you over the edge, âatta girl.â
Melted against the sheets, you caught your breath as he planted one last peck on your inner thigh before standing back up.Â
Slowly, with his gaze ever glued on you, he unbuttoned his shirt, gradually revealing the silver shine of the dog tags that hung from his neck and the tattoos that sprawled across his skin. Going all the way up from the hand still shiny with your essence, the ink swirled up his right arm, across his pecs, down his back and even curved over to his left shoulder and intentionally tangled into the gnarly scares sprouting from the border of his prosthetic.Â
When the button-up hit the floor, his fingers drifted down to unhurriedly remove his belt, pulling it out of the loops, he let it join the shirt before he undid his pants and let his cock spring free.Â
âJesus christâŚâ your jaw couldnât help but drop to the floor as your eyes fluttered at the intimidating reveal.Â
Noticing the anxiety that peeked through your lust-ridden expression, his low voice found your ears, âwhat? Did you change your mind?âÂ
âNo, I justââŚâ you couldnât tear your eyes away from his fat cock as it throbbed before you, âI got a bit nervous all of a sudden.âÂ
âNo reason to be nervous, baby,â he breathed out a smile as his fist curled around his girth. Â
âOh really?â you nearly began to laugh.Â
âYouâll be fine,â drool threatened to escape the corner of your lips as he slowly began to stroke himself, âtrust me.âÂ
âReally? Because Iâm not so sure Iâll be able to take thatâŚâÂ
âYou will,â he uttered calmly as he dipped down to give you a kiss, âdonât worry,â a hand slid into your hair as he cradled your face and ushered your gaze to find his, âyou know Iâd never hurt you, right?â
âYeah.â
âSo, youâll be fine,â his thumb curved to sweep over your cheek a few times.Â
âYeah,â you gently nodded and repeated after him, âIâll be fine.â
âThatâs my girl,â he smiled. Kissing you once more, he then pressed a peck to your forehead before his grasp found your hips and he suddenly flipped you around, onto your stomach.Â
Helping you up onto your hands and knees, a hazy smile stretched across your features as he bent down over you and pressed kisses all along your spine. Dragging his bulbous tip through your sopping folds, he then teased you for so long, never granting you any more than a dizzying nudge, that whines began to escape from you.
âP-please,â you heard yourself beg as your fingers bunched up the sheets.Â
âWhat?â he continued to flick and tap your swollen clit with the head of his heavy cock.
âIâI want itâ, pleaâ, please fuck me,â you blubbered desperately.Â
âOh, now you want it, huh?â you could hear the smirk that dominated his face, âsuddenly not so nervous anymore about me stretching you out, are you?â
âBucky, pleaâ, o-ohâ,â you felt your limbs tremble beneath you as he slipped the very tip inside.Â
His efforts were so slow at first, gradually giving you more of his length and just shallowly fucking you till you blossomed and opened up for him.Â
Gradually, his thrusts began to ease from a mind-numbingly slow pace to something that truly scrambled your brain. You soon lost yourself completely to the molten sensation of his fat girth steadily splitting you open.Â
Though when he finally bottomed out within you, a shrill gasp slipped out passed your lips and your frame shuttered beneath him.Â
Drawing his hips back just enough for you to regain the ability to fill your lungs with oxygen once more, you heard him murmur in your ear, âwhat, is it too much dick for you?â retraining his thrusts slightly, he kept his tip from kissing your cervix, âthat better or is it still too deep for you?â his hands dented your hips.
âN-no, no, it feels so good, itâs justâ,â a whimper slipped out of you and broke up your slurring, âyouâre so fucking big, Iâve neverâ,â you felt like you could feel him all the way up in your throat, âno oneâs ever been that fucking deep before.â
One of his hands curved down to your clit at the exact same time as your own did. As they met, he let your own fingers swirl over your puffy pearl as his simply lingered, till he suddenly grasped your wrist and gently led it away from your pussy, further up to your lower stomach.Â
âThat deep?â he pressed down on your palm and let you discover the dull bulge that formed in your belly at every one of his dizzying thrusts, âhas no one ever stuffed you that full before? Not even one of your pretty toys you play with so often?â
âNuh-uh,â you panted as his warm contact dissipated from your spine and he straightened back up.Â
A gravelly moan slipped out past Buckyâs lips as he glanced down to see how tightly your creamy pussy was gripping onto his cock. Your fingers returned to the sheets as his wide palm came down to slap your ass, your back arching at the impact and consequently angling his efforts so that the details of his dick brushed against your g-spot in the most heavenly way imaginable.Â
He only buried himself inside of you a few more times, his heavy sack tapping against your buzzing clit at every electric buck, till your pussy gushed around his fat girth.Â
âThere you go,â he pulled out only to insistently flick your puffy pearl with his tip, âfucking hell,â he then plunged his cock all the way back in before dragging it back out, âkeep going,â ushering more squirt to drizzle out. He kept up the overwhelming pattern till your pussy stopped gushing for him, till heâd pushed you through the overstimulation and your cunt slowly began to relax again for him. Eventually, when he steadily withdrew from you, he craned his neck to relish in the way your little hole had stretched out and accommodated so well for him, it even winking sinfully at him every time he pulled out, âgood fucking girl,â he growled at the sight, âtold you so, youâd do just fine,â your shaky frame jolted as he slapped your ass again, âlook at you now fucking gaping for me, christâŚâ
With a ring of your cream staining the base of his cock, he let himself return to your warmth for longer than just a few seconds, fucking you with such ferocity that your pliant form, still molten and unsteady from your second orgasm, collapsed onto the mattress below.Â
Though he successfully caught you before you could slip off his cock entirely, he still let you drop down on the bed, though softened the fall for you, before he followed suit.Â
The weight of him on top of you felt so comforting and soothed on your tingly skin.
âYou okay?â he kissed your cheek before spreading your stocking-clad legs with his own.Â
âHm,â you nodded foggily and felt yourself drool onto the sheets as he squished you further into the mattress.
Your shaky moans filled the bedroom as he slid back inside, âfuck, you feel so goodâŚâ sloppily nipping just below your ear before he picked up his pace.Â
The chain that dangled from his neck felt cool on your skin and acted as a stark contrast to how hot his body felt pressed against your back.Â
âYou think you can be a good girl and cum for me again?â he groaned into your ear as his efforts echoed sloppily, âlet me feel that pretty pussy squeeze around me one last time?â
âI-I donât know,â you trembled beneath him, every one of his deep thrusts making you jolt and gasp for air as he was practically splitting you in half.Â
âYou donât know?â he sweetly whispered in your ear as he curled his arms under you. One hand slid under your tit and caught your pebbly nipple in a rude pinch while the other soared down to your sore and swollen clit, âcan you try for me? Try and cum again,â your eyes had fallen completely shut, so your whole reality had just become Buckyâs reassuring weight, his tantalising efforts, and his sinful whispers that seeped directly into your soul, âtry and squirt for me one last time, sweetheart.âÂ
And so, you did. It didnât even take that long before you tumbled over one last time and your pussy creamed for him, drenching the already damp sheets beneath you, as he swiftly came as well, throbbing deep within your clenching cunt and filling your little hole up to the brim till it tried to leak and escape around his girth.
His heavy pants faded from your ear as he slowly crawled off of you, cascading a tender trail of kisses all the way down your body till he gently retraced his track of pecks and settled down next to you. Fluttering your eyes open as his palm slid up to your heated cheek, he gazed into your hazy eyes for a moment before leaning in to softly press his lips to your own.Â
You wanted to curl in closer to his frame, but your body was so exhausted that you could barely raise your pinkie finger. Fortunately though, as you layed there in wordless wonder, Buckyâs arms draped around you as he scooted in close, hugging you to him and gently caressing your skin as you continued to blink back into his ocean eyes, not uttering a word out of fear that youâd ruin the blissful moment.
After perhaps a small eternity had passed, he briefly raised his head up slightly to catch sight of the small clock on your bedside table.Â
âThereâs still a few more hours left before the sunriseâŚâ he settled back down beside you.
âOh, yeah?â a soft smile tilted up your lips as his touch began to travel south.Â
âYeah,â his lips gently parted in a silent moan as his fingers slid through your sore folds. His stare was transfixed on how your brows knitted together and a quiet hiss slipped out of you as he swirled over your sensitivity, playing with the hot load heâd pumped into you as it slowly leaked out, one of his digits too brash not to try and stuff it back inside, âwhat do you think?â sharing your breath, he inched in and let his nose nuzzle against your own, âdo you want me to be yours just a little bit longer or would you rather Iâd return to my own bed?âÂ
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We're Gonna Burn
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: Smut, Sex Pollen, Non/DubCon (because sex pollen), enemies to lovers.
Summary: When an exposure to a strange powder makes you feel as if you're burning to death, your only relief is in the person you hate the most.
A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby
We're Gonna Burn Masterlist
âWhat the hell was that, Barnes?â You practically yell as you push open the front door of the safe house youâd been directed to.Â
âI donât know! Iâve never seen anything like it. God, the smell!â He shakes his head.
âItâs burned into my nostrils. All I can smell is that sweet flower smell. Youâve never seen that pink powder?â You throw your things to the floor, looking around the small, remote house.Â
âNo, Iâd tell you if I did, damnit! Why do you keep asking?â Bucky growls.Â
âYouâre not the most forthcoming person! Shit, I think youâve spoken more in the last two minutes than in the three months Iâve known you! Jesus, fuck, Iâve gotta get rid of this smell. Iâm so fucking hot,â your voice gets smaller as you speak. You canât think straight but head towards the bathroom, unzipping your tac suit and pulling it from your arms as you go. You slam the door and lock it. You turn the cold water on full blast and nearly fall over in your haste to get your suit off. The frigid spray helps for a few moments and you revel in it, but soon another type of heat begins to take over. Your clit throbs and when you place your hand between your legs, your wetness coats your fingers. The shower stops bringing relief and instead, the water coursing down your body seems to only make you hornier. You give in to the need that takes hold and circle your clit. It feels amazing and it takes only a couple of minutes for your orgasm to break over you. You bite your lip to hold in the moans, not wanting the asshat on the other side of the door to hear you.Â
Your body has a moment of relief but then the heat builds again, even quicker this time. You dip your fingers inside of you in a desperate attempt to stop it. The second orgasm you managed to pull did little to help your body and your fingers keep working furiously to bring another in hope of relief. Your moans are spilling from your lips without a care now. You just need to get this to stop. Youâre disturbed when the door rattles and a fist bangs loudly.Â
âOpen the door! I need to get in there,â Bucky bellows.Â
You wanted to scream at him to go away but you could barely form words. You hated the stupid supersoldier from the moment you met him. He questioned your every turn. Whether it was about your skill, experience, or motives. He never lets you get through a single conversation without making you feel like a lesser part of the team.Â
âGoddamnit, let me in!â He yells more loudly.Â
Nothing your hand was doing was helping any longer. You couldnât think straight and, before you can make a move or form a thought, the door splinters open from a kick. A very naked Bucky comes through the door and your eyes widen as you see his cock standing at attention. He steps into the spray of the cold shower and growls. His hand works his cock furiously while his other rests on the tiles. His head falls forward as he lets the cold water fall down his back. You stand behind him, your hand still between your legs.Â
âFuck, whatâs happening to us?â you whimper as you lean your feverish forehead onto his back. The cool water does nothing to help but where your skin touches his tingles with relief. Abandoning all pride, you press your entire body to his and the fever seems to cool wherever you touch but your clit throbs even harder. Your cunt weeps, begging for attention.You rub yourself against him, your nipples pebbling at the contact with his back.Â
With a growl, Bucky turns around and you quickly back up to press your back against the wall of the shower. He stares at you, breathing hard.Â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble in your haze, âI donât know whatâs happening. Iâm so hot and-âÂ
You gasp as Bucky bends down, grabs your legs, and drags you up the tiles. You squeal and reach for any handhold as he puts your legs over his shoulders and attacks your clit with his tongue.Â
âOh, fuck!â You scream as one hand lands on the ceiling to help you balance and the other buries in his hair. His tongue swirls over your clit expertly. His hands squeeze your ass as he gorges himself on you. It doesnât take long for you to buck your hips as you come all over his face. As he sets you down, you squeeze your thighs together but your body simply screams that it wants more. You stare at each other, breathing heavily. âItâs not working. Nothing helps,â you whimper, tears forming. Itâs obvious by watching him that this is affecting him almost as much as you. His supersoldier serum must be helping him but he was burning just the same.Â
Bucky sighs as he steps closer to you. He presses his forehead to yours with his eyes closed and whispers, âI think thereâs only one thing thatâs going to help.â
You put your arms around his neck, âJust do it!â You wrap a leg around his to encourage him and he lifts you up. He presses your back into the wall as he lines himself up with your entrance. He paused there for a second as if he was fighting himself. âPlease, Barnes, please! I need it!â You canât believe youâre begging the man you hate to fuck you but your body was demanding it and if he didnât you were sure you would burn to death. If you had been thinking straight, you would probably prefer to burn but, at this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be filled.Â
âGoddamnit,â he whispers as he presses in. Your body bows with pleasure.Â
âYes! Yes!â Your voice reverberates off the tile walls as you shout with relief. He begins to pump and your body trembles with each motion of his cock. He grabs your ass as he pounds into you and you know heâs as lost in the meeting of your bodies as you are. Your cunt flutters around him, pulling him in, begging for him to come inside of you. Your rational mind has gone completely silent and you are filled with only carnal lust. Every motion of his hips takes you higher and itâs all you want. âDonât stop,â you grip his shoulders harder.Â
âFuck,â Bucky grunts. He couldnât stop if he wanted to and, truth was, this was the best thing heâd felt in a long time.
âOh, God, oh, God, Iâm- yes!â You release a long, high-pitched moan as you come. Your pussy grips his cock as his hips stutter. He comes with a long moan that makes you clench around him more firmly. You stay there for a few moments, catching your breath, and blessedly your body finally starts to cool. You release your legs from around his waist and he gently sets you down. You canât look at him and instead maneuver yourself back under the cold spray. You rinse off quickly and step out of the shower. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you exit the bathroom to find your pack and some clothes. While you rifle through your pack, you feel your temperature creeping up again and then you double over from the intense wave that rolls over you. âNo, no, not again,â you whisper to yourself. You look over to the broken bathroom door where Bucky still is and consider your options. Sex had given you the relief you needed but it was short lived. Your mind runs amuck with questions. What the hell was that powder? What was it doing to you? How long would this last? How many times would it take to stop this heat from trying to burn you alive? Was sex really the only relief you would find? Another pang hit and knocked the breath from your body. You were gasping in pain when an arm picked you up around your middle.Â
He was still wet from the shower and hadnât bothered to dry off. The pains had hit him and he went to the only place he knew he could find relief. He carried you to the small bed in the house and set you down on your hands and knees. He grips your hips tightly and pauses for a moment as another rush of heat spreads over him, âI need-â
âJust do it,â your words come out in a rush, pressing back into him.Â
He enters you without preamble. Pulling you back to meet each motion of his hips, his moans give evidence of the pleasure and relief that the connection brings. You reach under you to play with your clit, trying to bring your orgasm on more quickly. Each of Buckyâs swift thrusts has you crying out with pleasure and he moves your hand away to bring you to orgasm himself. He wanted to feel you clench around him as you had before.Â
âOh, fuck, just like that,â you whine, âJust like that, donât- donât stop, oh, fuck.â
Bucky moans as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock with your orgasm. The sounds you release are a hit straight to his cock and he comes hard, thrusting with each spurt into you. Breathing heavily, you both collapse on the bed. You lay on your side facing away from him while taking stock of your body. The relief you felt with your orgasm was short lived as heat began to build again after only a few minutes.Â
You feel like crying as your body radiates waves of heat. You turn over to face Bucky. He is lying on his back, his metal arm slung over his eyes, and his right hand fisting his hard cock. You make your decision quickly. Pulling his hand away, you straddle him and guide his cock inside of you. You move your hips slowly, hoping that perhaps if you stretched out the sex, it would keep the pain at bay longer. His hands grip your thighs as you rock slowly, his head is thrown back with eyes tightly closed. You looked at him for a moment and still couldn't believe that of all the teammates this could happen with, it had to be this asshole. When you first met him, you thought he was hot as fuck but as his personality (or lack there of) reared itâs ugly head you found him less and less attractive. Your anger at the situation grew as you rode him and you found yourself leaning forward, chasing your orgasm to just get this over with.Â
âOh, fuck,â Bucky bucks up into you, causing you to cry out. He repeats the motion over and over again until your body spasms around him. He comes with a grunt as he watches your face contort with pleasure. You collapse on his chest without looking at him. You wondered if keeping your bodies connected would keep the heat from returning.Â
âAre you okay?â Bucky asks softly.Â
You sigh weakly as you felt the now familiar warmth beginning to spread, âI was hopingâŚâ You let out a frustrated grunt, âI was hoping if we stayed touching it would be enough. But itâs starting again.â
âYeah, me, too,â Bucky acknowledges his own heat building. âItâs gonna be okay.â
âYou donât know that. You canât know that,â you grouse.
âI think⌠I think this might be a pheromone or something Hydra created to force procreation. I heard of the experiments but they abandoned it when it didnât produce the results they wanted.â
âWhich was?â You ask as your hips make slow circles. You can feel his cock quickly hardening inside of you.Â
âNaturally born supersoldiers,â Bucky strains out the words.Â
âSo, weâre gonna have sex until we die or what?â
âUsually wore off in a few hours but until thenâŚâ he trails off as he gots lost in the sensations.Â
âFuck,â you groan, partially out of frustration, partially from the pleasure his thick cock was producing.Â
âBasically,â Bucky says and you surprise yourself by laughing at the droll comment. You are even more surprised a second later when Bucky rolls you under him. He buries his face in your neck as he pulls your leg up higher and thrusts. You throw your head back as the pleasure begins to build again.Â
âHarder,â you whimper.Â
Bucky complies immediately and you whimper with each stroke. Grabbing onto him, you get lost in the feeling of his cock pounding into you sharply. You were glad that he at least was decent at this. Or was it that whatever the damn contaminant was made everything feel amazing? You were getting close with the steady way he fucked you and words started to pour out of your mouth. You were usually quite vocal in bed but hadnât wanted to give Bucky the satisfaction. Now, you couldnât stop yourself.Â
âOh, god, itâs so good. Donât stop, right there. Itâs so fucking good. Oh, fuck, fuck, Iâm gonna- fuck!â You let out a loud moan as you come hard and Buckyâs hips work even faster as he nears his own end. When he comes on a broken cry, your body revels in the feeling of him emptying himself in you.
The rational side of your brain sounded far away but was still screaming at the situation. In a moment of it managing to take hold, you push Bucky off of you and roll away from him. Breathing heavily, you pray that this is over. Surely, this was enough to satisfy anything. You will yourself to stay cool, to not allow the heat to return, to hold onto any shred of sanity you can find, but despite it all, the heat built again. You felt like screaming but you knew that nothing you did would help. You turn back to Bucky and say frustratedly, âReady for another round?â You canât meet his eyes but you knew neither of you could handle the pain and heat. You needed each other.Â
Bucky turns to you, âHey.â He waits, wanting you to look him in the eyes but you just stare at his chest. âHey.â
âWhat?â You say waspishly, still refusing to meet his gaze.
âNever mind,â he says as he grabs you and pulls your back against his chest. His cock nudges you from behind and you maneuver your hips to allow him entry. His thrusts are quick and sharp but his fingers on your clit are pure magic. Heâs learned your body quickly but instead of leading you straight to orgasm this time, he works you to the precipice and then backs off repeatedly. You understood what he was trying to do. He was trying to prolong the sex in hopes of not having to come inside you any more than he already had but it was as if your body only got angrier with each denial.Â
âItâs not working! Just let me come!â You finally cry out, your frustration having reached its breaking point.
âSay it,â Bucky growls.
You wrack your muddled brain trying to grasp what he wants and latch on to the only word you can find, âPlease!â
âNo, say my name.â
You would normally reel angrily at a command from him but the effects this powder had on you makes you compliant from need. You stutter as your tongue tries to cooperate, âB- Barnes.â
âNo,â he says darkly, âSay it.â
âBucky,â you grind the word out through your teeth. You had never once called him that. It had always been some variant of his last name. You felt even more vulnerable now.
Bucky doesnât utter a word but he moves his hips faster and his fingers do their job. When you finally come, your whole body spasms and you scream. The sound was foreign to your ears but the orgasm just kept going. You fluttered around Buckyâs cock, milking him of cum. You stay in that position for the next two rounds of sex. Then you got on top again to give Bucky a break but this time you faced away from him. You couldnât look at him. When you had rode him to two orgasms and yourself to utter exhaustion, he turned you on your stomach to fuck you again. You lost count of the number of times you had sex. More orgasms than youâd ever had in your life were accomplished and you didnât have any clue how many times he came. You fucked until you both passed out.Â
Waking up fourteen hours later, you felt as if you had the worst hangover youâd ever experienced. You glance at the spot Bucky had been in but he was gone. On the table by the bed was a couple of bottles of water, a protein bar, and a bottle of pain reliever. You raised your eyebrow at the items but just shrugged as you tore into all of them. You notice your pack is by the bed and you get up to put clothes on. The first thing you notice is the soreness between your legs but really your whole body hurts. You listen for a moment but donât hear anything in the house. Peeking out the door, you see the empty living room and slip into the bathroom. You shower quickly, trying not to remember what happened in the small space just yesterday.Â
You jump when a knock sounds while you are dressing. You call out, âYes?â
âExfil will be here in five minutes,â Bucky says through the broken door.Â
âIâll be right out,â you say. Your stomach is in knots. You canât imagine facing him after everything. Would he act like nothing happened or gloat like the asshole he is? You wonder if you will ever be able to look him in the face again. You look at yourself, surprised that you still look the same as you did yesterday because you know youâll never be the same again. But you didnât have time to dwell on that. Now, you had a jet to catch.
Part 2
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Breeding Kink Steve/Bucky eventho you already have a couple of kids đŤŁ
hi baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, I hope you like what I wrote.
summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.
warning - smut, breeding kink, sorta dubcon but not really, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, threesome.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
âCâmon, Doll. Let us pump you full, want you to have our babies.â Bucky groans in your ear, pressed against your back where you can feel his bulge. You whine, letting out a breathy whimper as Steve grips your hips, pressing soft kisses to your neck, occasionally marking it as well.
âWhat do you say, Sweetheart? Wanna be full of our cum?â
You squirm, vision becoming hazy as lust clouds your mind. âBâbut, we already have twoâŚâ Your head falls back, moaning loudly as their cocks slide inside of you without much warning. You didnât even see them take their cocks out. Your cunt clenches around them, arousal dripping down their thick members, making it easier for them to thrust into you.
âDoesnât matter, Doll. We wanna breed you forever and watch you grow with our child.â Bucky thrusts in and out, hands sliding up your body until they grasp your breasts. His moans so close to your ear that it causes tingles to spread throughout your body, your cunt clenching around your men.Â
Steve groans, biting down on his bottom lip hard as he looks down at you with dark eyes. Your own cloudy ones connect with his, lips parting as you feel them pulse inside of you, gripping them tightly when they hit your sweet spot. Steveâs eyes roll to the back of his head and groans slip past his lips as he pounds into you hard and fast, feeling your little cunt clench around him from his brutal thrusts.Â
They continue to have their way with you, fucking you so hard that you see stars. Your juices squirt out of you, causing their cocks to twitch and pump you full of their cum once again. Filling you with large amounts that will likely be the cause of your next pregnancy. Steve and Bucky take turns kissing your lips before cleaning you up. They lay you down on your large bed and grin as they caress your stomach, waiting for the moment you pop this one out for them to start all over again.Â
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Filthy
Summary: After a long mission, Bucky needs you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger F. Reader
Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.
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"Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" Your sweet voice replayed over and over in his mind. He hadn't flat out refused your offer, but he hadn't said yes either. Now as he laid under the rubble of the bomb Hydra had detonated, it was all he could think of.
You were friends, one of the only people besides Steve to make him feel welcome on the Avengers. The others were wary of him, and he didnât blame them. He had done unforgivable things as The Winter Soldier. Now he was fighting for the right cause. He couldn't help the reoccurring nightmares of the horrors he encountered in his past. He didn't want to get too comfortable in his new life, the one Steve helped him obtain because he was scared The Winter Soldier was still lurking around in his brain somewhere.
That's why he never dated. Sam would tease him, telling him he could have anybody he wanted, but he settled for his hand every night. Bucky couldn't afford to get too close to anyone. Especially someone who was weaker than him like the opposite sex. He was scared he would lose control while being intimate and hurt or even kill his partners. So he never let anyone get too close, until you.
You came bouncing into his life unexpectedly. You were brought on the team shortly after him. He would never forget your first day. Steve introduced you to everyone at the morning meeting. You were all smiles, your bubbly personality instantly drawing him in. The others were making comparisons between the two of you immediately. You were so happy, so upbeat all the time and Steve was the only one who could get Bucky to crack his cold exterior and actually smile.
Despite your differences, you got along great. Which was a bonus since Tony liked to pair you together for missions. You worked well together, complimenting each other in ways you had never thought of. Who knew almost dying together every week can cause you to form close bonds? You were spending all your free time together. You introduced him to your favorite films, some of them were awful, but he would never tell you that. You would stay up late together watching old reruns of 90's sitcoms for comfort after long missions. Bucky would go shopping with you, holding every bag you had and never complaining.
The team thought something was going on between you. Why else would the cold super soldier follow you around like a lost puppy? They put Steve up to asking about it, but Bucky denied anything but friendship. There had never been anything happen in the whole year you knew each other. You never sat too close or crossed any boundaries, never thought about it until a month ago.
One of the longest, most dangerous missions you had ever been on finally came to a close. There had been too many casualties and you were upset. Even the comfort of your warm pajamas and favorite movie didn't ease your mind. Bucky thought you needed to be alone, so he told you goodnight and headed for his room. You called after him pleading him to stay with you. You couldn't be alone, not after that.
He hesitated, he never stayed the night with anyone because of his nightmares. Tony even gave him a pass when a mission required room sharing. He was the only one who didn't have to pair up. He was afraid he might hurt you or scare you during his sleep. He tried to tell you, but you couldn't be swayed. He found himself under your fluffy pink comforter on heart shaped pillows, surrounded by a mountain of stuffed animals but he felt oddly at home.
You tried to cuddle up to him, but he scooted away. He didn't want you too close to him while he was asleep just in case he had a nightmare. But you didn't care. You told him if he attacked you in his sleep, you would blast his dick off. That made him a little less worried. "How do Tony and Clint do it?" You asked as you wrapped your arms around him, trying to snuggle the grumpy super soldier. "Do what?" He relaxed a little under your touch. "The whole normal family thing. They have a wife, kids, the works, and they are the only ones. The rest of us can't keep a relationship for more than a month, and some only do one night stands. It's hard being a hero when you have to give up stuff like that."
Bucky considers your words carefully. "Is that something you want?" You throw your leg over him, trying to get comfortable. "Eventually, I want to settle down. I'm thinking at least ten years from now, not any time soon. It's just hard to tell who is asking you out for the right reasons or because you're famous. I can't tell you how many phones I've destroyed after dates because they were trying to live stream the whole thing. Is that why you don't date?"
Bucky tenses, explaining how his past as The Winter Soldier scared him away from anything like that. "So you haven't been having sex because you're scared you will hurt someone?" He nods and you giggle. Bucky looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I'm sorry Bucky, that's ridiculous. Your arm must be so tired! Oh my God! Do you use the metal one?" His silence makes you laugh harder. "Bucky there are super powered women you could have been sleeping with this whole time. People who could at least put up a fair fight if something like that happened, but you're okay now right? I thought the code words didn't work anymore." You rub his back soothingly.
You gasp as an idea hits you. "Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" It was like word vomit. You didn't mean to say it out loud, but you couldn't take it back now. Bucky is so still that you think he's fallen asleep. Thankful he didn't hear your unhinged suggestion, you lay your head down to go to sleep.
"You mean that?" Bucky asks after a few minutes of silence pass. "If it wouldn't hurt our friendship then, why not? I trust you. And I could hold my own if things went sideways. Plus, I'm a lot hotter than your hand, you have to admit that." The quip earned a chuckle from him. "Can I think about it?" He asks, his seriousness taking over. "Of course." You snuggle back into him, sleep finding you more quickly than you would've liked. That was a little over a month ago, neither of you brought it up afterward. You figured he didn't want to hurt your feelings, so you let it go.
Steve grabbed Buckyâs hand helping him to his feet. "I thought we lost you back there." He says leading him to the quinjet. On the ride home, Bucky thought about his life, how unhappy he had been lately. He thought of you and how he kept you at arm's length to protect you from himself. You were always so open to him, always letting him know what was on your mind. When you suggested the two of you sleep together, he was shocked. Of course, he wanted to but he couldn't. You were too sweet, he was jaded. He would end up hurting you somehow, he was sure of it. But you weren't scared of him, you trusted him.
Bucky thought of all the times he laid alone at night, masterbating when he could have went home with someone instead. He always turned them down, he couldn't risk it. He lived too dangerously. He could lose his life any moment saving the planet from the next alien attack. Wasn't it time he started living for himself? He had his mind made up when the quinjet landed. Steve told him to go get the cuts on his face and arm examined but he ignored him.
He almost ran to the elevator, not bothering to wait for Steve to get on before pressing the button to shut the doors. When it finally stopped on his floor, he walked by his room, stopping three doors down right outside of yours. He should have cared that it was three in the morning, that he would be waking you up, but he didn't. He tapped on the door loud enough to wake you.
He regretted coming straight here as he waited for you, he should have went to his room to shower first. His leather jacket was dirty and torn. There was a small gash on his arm that had finally stopped bleeding. His face was filthy and according to Steve, he had a cut there too. He probably looked terrifying. He thought about leaving to clean up, but then he heard the pitter patter of your feet as you approached the door.
You pull it open slightly at first, to see who is outside, opening it wider when you see him. He steps inside as you shut it back, locking it behind him. Bucky looks around the dark room noticing the glow from your tv. Your hair is messy, you must have been sleeping fitfully. His gaze drops to your body, you're wearing a black t-shirt that stops at your hips and black lace panties.
"Are you okay?" You ask taking in his disheveled appearance. You turn to get something to clean his wounds, his vibranium hand catches your wrist. "Bucky? What hap-" He picks you up with one arm, holding you close to his body as his lips crash into yours. He walks you to the edge of your bed, tumbling on top of you as your back hits your fluffy pink comforter.
"Do you still want this?" He asks, his voice rougher than he intended. You can't think clearly, not with him on top of you, caging you in like this. His blue eyes search your face as he waits for an answer. Your panties grow wetter with each second that passes. Your nipples are peaked under your shirt, desperate to be touched as you press your chest to his dirty leather jacket. "Yes" You somehow manage to whisper your confirmation.
His mouth is on yours again, rough and demanding, almost desperate. You cup his face with your hands, "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere." You assure him, breaking the kiss. He groans, hating the loss of contact. "Can't" He rasps, his face nuzzling against your neck. He nips and kisses the sensitive skin there, his tongue licking from your shoulder to your jaw.
His flesh hand travels to your chest, rubbing his thumb over your clothed nipple. He keeps kissing his way back down your throat until he reaches the collar of your shirt. His metal arm grabs the top, slipping underneath to get a good grip on it. He rips it down the center with little effort.
You gasp as the cold air hits your now exposed chest. But you're not cold for long, Bucky's lips capture a nipple between his lips tugging and sucking like his life depends on it while his flesh hand toys with the other one. You're not sure what has gotten into him, you never expected it to be like this, like he needs you.
He kisses a trail down your stomach to your panties. They aren't exactly see through, but they don't hide anything either. His vibranium fingers dig into your hip as he lowers his face, his pink tongue licking up the center of your soaked panties. You whimper underneath him, your fingers sliding in his hair, pulling at the short strands.
He grunts as he licks you through the lacy material. You try to close your legs around his head, hoping to bring yourself more relief. Bucky's steel grip on your hip tightens as he brings his flesh hand to your thigh, pulling it off him. He opens you wide, continuing his desperate assault on you. "I need more, please." You whine, needing to actually feel him against you.
He thankfully takes mercy on you, removing his hands to grab both sides of your panties. "Lift your hips for me." You do as your told, and he slides the unwanted garment off of you. He drags you to the edge of the bed, lowering himself on his knees in front of you. He parts your thighs, metal hand returning to its rightful place on your hip. You place your leg over his shoulder, taking a deep breath as the anticipation makes your skin prickle.
His hot breath on your soaked core makes you tremble. You feel him smirk against you. "I havent even touched you yet and you're shakin' like a leaf." A dark chuckle escapes him and he dives in. His tongue flat against you as he gathers your slick, bringing it to your clit and swirling it around. He moans, loving the way you taste. He wraps his lips around your most sensitve part, drawing you in, causing your hips to buck upward.
His grip on your hip tightens, a bruise beginning to form under his thumb. "Be a good girl for me. Stay still." His voice is soft, gentle, a complete contrast to his actions. He alternates between sucking you roughly and licking you slowly. You squirm underneath him, you're so close. He suddenly stops, removing his face from you.
His flesh hand rubbing your stomach, before laying his arm on you forcefully to keep you from moving. "I said stay still." He growls, his tongue swiping your clit before he sucks it between his lips once more. It takes every ounce of concentration you have to not writhe against him. You've never seen him like this so needy, almost feral. He's like a wild animal slurping you down like you're the first thing he's eaten in weeks. You don't dare to disturb him. So you lie as still as you can, letting him have you.
He needs this. He needs you. He flicks his tongue expertly over your clit, sendng you spiralling. He holds you down as he takes all he wants from you. He's not satisfied until you come three times. Your legs are wobbly, you couldn't get up if you had to. Tears stream down your face from how intense it was. He finally stands, unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down just enough to free himself.
He adjusts himself between your legs, filling you up. You gasp, grabbing onto his grimy leather jacket for support. You wonder why he didn't bother with getting undressed, but you don't mind. You love how dirty he is. How the filth on his jacket rubbing against your bare chest is the sexiest thing in the world right now. How you can see the cut on his arm, dried blood on his sleeve. You don't know if it's his or some Hydra asshole's, and you don't know which is hotter.
His hair is disheveled. His face is scraped, dirt from the mission caked on him, remnants of your arousal still on his mouth. He fills you completely over and over, holding you as close as he can. His pants rub the back of your thighs as he pounds into you. You caress his face, "Can I be on top?" You ask quietly, afraid you'll offend him some way in his feral state. He flips you so his back is on your mattress. Normally you would be upset that your sheets were getting dirty, but you didn't mind at all. You place your legs on either side of him, sliding down his length. Your ass hits the fabric of his jeans as you take all of him.
You look behind you noticing how big he looks on your bed. His leather boots covered in mud, hanging off the edge. A gush of arousal floods his lap, his hands hold your thighs, pulling you closer. You begin to lift yourself up and down on him, your legs still shaky from your earlier orgasms. Bucky notices you won't be able to keep it up for long, so he clutches your hips, taking over. He thrusts underneath you, your hands land on his shoulders needing to steady yourself. You love that it's giving the illusion that you're in control, your body on top of his, but he's calling all the shots, moving your body like he owns it.
You've never felt so full. It's as if Bucky can read your mind, his flesh hand pressing on the bulge he's making in your stomach. He works you harder now, his vibranium thumb coming between you to swirl your clit. Your vision goes blurry, stars bursting behind your eyelids. You come with a loud cry of his name. He follows shortly after, spilling inside you. He holds you close, as you listen to his breathing slow down as he drifts off to sleep while still inside you.
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Just Like That
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky suggests staying in a hotel together before an undercover mission, which would be fine if you didn't have a massive crush on the super soldier. Word Count: Almost 5k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, pining, flirting, slight possessive behavior, talk of undercover mission, "only one bed" trope, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: A combination of @targaryenvampireslayer's Blind Date Writing Challenge and my Bucky Barnes Smut Menu, courtesy of @ellemj. "Only One Bed" Trope and the dialogue prompt in bold italics. â¤ď¸ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The engagement ring on your finger suited you. Not large or overly flashy, the single diamond radiated a subtle sparkle. It was beautiful and a perfect fit, a representation of the unifying love of marriage. When you looked at it under the light, it was almost as if you could feel the love that Bucky had for you.
If only that were the case.
âRemind me again why weâre doing this?â You asked, taking a seat at the table across from Bucky.
âSo we can practice and make sure weâre a convincing couple,â he replied.
You sighed as you glanced around the hotel room for the umpteenth time. A small sitting area, a dining and kitchen combination, a single bathroom, and a bedroom. When you pointed out that there was only one bed, Bucky reminded you of the expectation that the two of you had to sleep together while on assignment since you were going on a couple's retreat. Which wouldn't be an issue if you didn't have a crush on him, right?
Right.
You were completely enamored with Bucky Barnes, the handsome former assassin turned agent for the revamped SHIELD. Instacrush wasn't something you experienced often, so he took you by surprise. It was pathetic to fall for him so hard and quickly. It had to be some sort of karma or divine intervention that you were with him in a hotel room.
Just the two of you.
âYou know,â he began, wetting his lips as he leaned back in his chair. You blinked, only because you didn't want him to call you out on staring. âYou don't have to look so miserable to be here. Is my company that terrible?â
âWhat? No. Bucky, you aren't terrible company,â you promised, slumping a bit in your chair. The last thing you wanted to do was upset him. âJust been a bit since I've been in a relationship and Iâm kind of rusty.â
âYou're talking to a guy who hasn't been on a real date since the 40s,â he deadpanned.
He had a point. Plus, from what you understood, Bucky wasn't exactly interested in dating anyone. Every time Steve or Natasha suggested he go on a date, he found a way to brush it off or change the subject.
Even if he was interested in dating, did he think of you as anything beyond a colleague?
Taking this assignment may have been a mistake.
âIâm just not sure Iâm the right one for this job,â you said.
âYouâre perfect for this job. Why would you think otherwise?â
You froze like a deer in headlights, even as his compliment warmed your heart. It meant a lot that he thought you would do the job well. But how were you supposed to answer that question? That you adored him and it would be torture to pretend to be with him for a week just to back to being coworkers after?
âWe should practice,â you suggested instead of giving him an answer. The backstory wasn't overly elaborate, but you had to get it right.
He leaned forward, forcing you to meet his gaze. âDid someone say something to make you think you wouldn't be good for this assignment?â He asked in a low voice. âBecause I'll straighten them out.â
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from whimpering. The thought of him putting someone in their place to make you feel better was swoon-worthy. âNo, Bucky. No one said anything. You're right. Iâm good for this,â you said before you added, âWeâre good together.â
You couldn't read the look he gave you and it became more difficult not to squirm under his gaze. âYeah,â he whispered, leaning back and clearing his throat. âSo. Weâre engaged. Going to a resort for a much needed vacation. Weâll have to mingle with some of the guests in between investigating the owner. One of the first questions will be how we met.â
With an exhale, you recited, âWe met at a coffee shop. We both ordered the same drink.â
âAn iced caramel macchiato,â he said.
âAnd we reached for the drink at the same time,â you smiled, making a show out of reaching for the glass on the table. âOur fingers touched first. Our eyes met second.â
âAnd I immediately asked you out,â he smiled.
Your heart swelled. He looked like he didnât have a care in the world when he smiled like that. âYou did,â you said, trying to blink the longing from your eyes. âWe went to dinner and talked a bit about ourselves. You told me you're a mechanic and I told you Iâm a teacher. And once dinner was over, we went back to that same coffee shop and we shared an iced caramel macchiato.â
âEven proposed to you at the same shop,â he said, gesturing to your left hand. âBut I actually got the ring after our first date because I knew I wanted you to be my girl,â he said with such conviction that you found it hard to breathe.
The way his eyes softened as he gazed at you, you found yourself believing him for a moment. You had to stay rooted in realism though. The point of the mission besides the actual mission was to act as if you two were crazy about each other.
Not that you had to do any acting on your part.
You cleared your throat and pulled your hand back from the glass. âIf only that were true,â you said, absentmindedly twisting the ring around your finger. You weren't cynical about love, but this whole thing was a reminder that you were single and alone.
His brows furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
Heat crept up your neck. You shouldn't have said anything. âI mean, it just would've been nice if we met at a coffee shop,â you replied to avoid saying you wanted to be his girl.
âWhatâs wrong with how we met?â He asked, crossing his arms.
The metal arm gleamed under the light. You noticed that he had a tendency to wear long sleeves and gloves whenever he was in the building, but seeing him with his sleeve pushed up and missing glove? You would almost say he was comfortable around you.
Again, he had to play the part right.
You pulled yourself from your thoughts when he said your name, which sounded like it melted on his tongue. It made you press your thighs together. You needed to stay professional. âDo you not remember what happened or are you just being nice?â You asked.
Months ago, the day you met Bucky, Steve informed you that he planned to introduce you to him after he came back from a long assignment. Not only were you excited to meet one of his best friends and a great soldier, but you had wanted to make a good impression on him. What you did was make an ass out of yourself when you turned the corner only to smack right into the former Winter Soldier.
And splattered your beverage on both of you in the process.
Instacrush and a horrible impression on your part.
Buckyâs lips curled in a smile as your eyes widened. âYou do remember,â you said, wadding up a nearby napkin and tossing it at his face, which he easily caught. âOh, my God! Thatâs why you chose âcoffee shop' for this, didn't you?â
You concentrated so much on getting the backstory right that it didn't occur to you that he was maybe poking fun at you. He wasn't the kind of guy that liked making others feel bad though. Tease you, sure. Outright make fun of you at the risk of hurting your feelings? He would never.
âHey, I didn't choose how we met, but I also didn't object,â he said, raising his hands in surrender when you went to throw another napkin at him. âAnd I wouldn't forget meeting you, doll. You make a lasting impression.â
You wished you had done something to make him remember you besides spilling a drink on him. âI guess making an idiot out of myself is a lasting impression,â you teased.
Something dark flashed in his eyes, making your breath hitch. âThatâs not what I meant. You didn't make an idiot out of yourself and I don't like you thinking that or talking down about yourself.â
âIâm sorry,â you said, not used to someone getting so defensive at your self-depreciation. There was something sexy and heartwarming about it. âYou were very nice about the whole incident.â
âYou were nice, too,â he said, gesturing to his torso. âI mean, you offered to buy me a new shirt.â
âBecause I spilled my drink on it! I felt bad,â you said.
âAnd when I said you didn't have to buy me a new shirt, you said, âAre you sure I can't pay for the dry cleaning at least, Sergeant Barnes?ââ he said in a falsetto voice.
He chuckled when you rolled your eyes. âI don't sound like that, first of all, and I was being considerate,â you said. You couldn't believe he remembered your exact words. âAnd you just gave me that half confused smile of yours before I grabbed napkins for both of us to clean up.â
âYou mean this?â He asked, his lips stretching in that familiar awkward grin.
âYeah, that,â you giggled, your heart doing that funny flip that happened far too often around him.
In the beginning, whenever you smiled at him, he gave you that very look in return. Somewhere along the way, the uncomfortable glances on his end became genuine fondness. It didn't mean anything though.
Just an agent being kind to another agent.
Bucky stared at you as you continued to giggle at the memory. âIâm sorry. I just-â
âI love your laugh,â he said, almost making you choke on your own breath. Nothing like forgetting how to be a human and breathe. âAnd your smile.â
Maybe he had switched back into practice mode. âYou do?â You asked, playing along as you smiled directly at him.
He swallowed and nodded. âYeah, I do,â he replied, his voice thick as he unfolded his arms. âYou know, you're one of the people that actually smiles at me. And you look me in the eye when you talk to me.â
âWhy wouldn't I?â
âBecause some people are still afraid of me,â he whispered.
Your heart sank. He was a good man. A hero wrongly painted as a villain. It wasn't fair what he went through and you had no reason to fear him.
Why couldn't everyone else see the good in him?
âIâm not afraid of you, Bucky,â you promised. And after what he went through, frightening people was the last thing he would do. âNever have been. Never will be.â
âMaybe you should be,â he muttered, some of the light leaving his eyes.
Your eyes narrowed as you tempered the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Seeing this vulnerable side of him also brought out your protective instinct. âListen to me. Youâre amazing and a good man, okay? And if I don't get to call myself an idiot for spilling a drink on you, then you don't get to say I should be scared of you, Sergeant Barnes,â you said with an air of finality.
He gave you an impressed smile. âJust like that? Because those are totally different things you're comparing.â
âJust like that,â you said, putting your hand on the table for him to take if he wished. âDo you trust that I'll have your back on this mission? Because I trust that you'll have mine no matter what.â
He stared at your upturned hand for a moment before he took it. âYou're one of the only people I do trust,â he admitted.
His eyes bore into yours as you tried to find the words to respond. He wasnât feeding you a line to make you feel good about yourself. Bucky Barnes trusted you.
âThen trust me when I say we got this,â you promised. You would look out for him and let him know that he hadnât misplaced his trust in you.
âWhy don't you have a boyfriend?â He asked suddenly.
The switch in topic jarred you, but he didnât let go of your hand. âThatâs. Iâm. What? How is that relevant?â
It wasn't smooth, but it was better than blurting out that your hopeless crush on him was one of the major factors.
âIâm curious,â he shrugged.
âOh. Well. My last boyfriend dumped me for being an agent. Seriously, he didn't like the fact that I could kick his ass if I wanted to,â you told him, squeezing his hand without meaning to. He didnât object. âWhich I wouldn't.â
âYou could kick my ass if you wanted to,â he winked. Physically, Bucky was broad and strong. You werenât sure you could take him in a real fight, but you could take him another way if he ever offered. âAnd your ex sounds like an asshole if he canât stand beside and support an amazing woman.â
You smiled humorlessly. âThanks, Bucky, but Iâm not-â
âI swear to fuck if you talk down about yourself again, I will put you over my knee,â he threatened, his eyes darker than they were seconds ago.
You didnât laugh as he stared at you. Neither did he. Your clothes suddenly felt too heavy, your body too warm. Licking your lips, you couldnât stop yourself from saying, âIs that a promise?â
Bucky pushed his chair back and pointed at his thigh, his eyes still on you. âGet over here and find out.â
Oh, fuck.
The sound of Buckyâs phone ringing snapped you both out of whatever spell you two were under. âShit,â he muttered, taking his hand from yours. âItâs Steve. I better-â
âYeah, you should answer that,â you said, almost knocking the chair over as you stood. âI think I'm going to call it a night.â
âWait, what?â He asked, answering the phone. âHold on, punk,â he said, covering the screen as he looked at you. âYouâre going to bed now?â
Guilt settled in your stomach at the hurt in his eyes. âJust going to lay down. I may not go to sleep right away. And we can practice more in the morning,â you replied. You just needed to step out of the room and take a breath.
He waited a beat before he nodded, the tension still lingering. âIâll be there in a few minutes, okay?â
âOkay,â you nodded, leaving him alone so he could talk to Steve.
You splashed a bit of water on your face when you went to the bathroom to change. The assignment hadnât started and you couldnât keep your cool. With squinted eyes, you pointed at your reflection and mentally scolded yourself. Yes, you wanted Bucky Barnes and maybe, just maybe, some part of him wanted you. At least, he wanted you enough to put you over his knee.
You couldn't have him though. Could you? Mixing business with pleasure could lead to complications if you crossed that line, but it wasnât like youâd break some major bylaw by being his girl.
Now wasnât the time to think about that.
âGet your shit together,â you hissed, rushing through your nighttime routine and changing into your comfortable yet sexy nightgown.
Your eyes went to the bed when you left the bathroom. Just a regular hotel bed. Inviting, but not overly frilly. Large enough for the both of you, but small enough that you might end up in each otherâs arms.
âItâs going to be a long night,â you muttered.
Sighing, you left a light on for Bucky to see and crawled into bed, shutting your eyes as he wrapped up his call with Steve. You tried to block out the sound of his footsteps as he made his way to the bathroom. Maybe his nighttime routine would take a bit longer than you thought and you could drift off and wake up to the sight of his beautiful eyes and-
The bed dipped as Bucky curled up behind you, your eyes opening when he placed his arm around your waist and pulled you back against him. You were conscious of every shift in his body, every breath he took. How you could smell his lingering cologne as he pressed himself closer. How he ran warmer than you and you wanted him to heat you up even though you werenât cold.
And that he wasnât wearing a fucking shirt.
âI know you arenât sleeping,â he whispered, his fingers brushing along the fabric that covered your skin. âYour heartâs beating too fast.â
He was right. It was about ready to burst through your chest. âCanât sleep.â
âWhy not?â He asked, helping you roll over so you were on your back. He didnât remove his hand though. âDid my âthreatâ make you uncomfortable?â
âNo, it didn't,â you assured him, heat pooling between your legs that you couldn't prevent. âI wouldn't have continued with the banter if I was uncomfortable.â
âJust making sure,â he said. âI was only teasing.â
You huffed out a laugh in an effort to cover up the crushing feeling in your chest, your arousal fading to a dull ache. âOf course, you were,â you uttered. Teasing. Nothing more. âGood night, Bucky,â you said, turning your head away.
He brought a hand to your cheek and brought your face back toward him. How did his eyes look so blue in the faint light? âDonât go to sleep yet, please.â
âWhy not?â
âYou rushed to bed and now you're shutting down. I clearly said or did something wrong,â he sighed, which made you feel bad. He hadn't done anything wrong in your eyes since it wasnât his fault you wanted his teasing to mean something. âI need to fix it.â
âThereâs nothing to fix because you didn't break anything,â you said, the ring heavy on the finger. âBut can I ask for a favor?â
âOf course,â he whispered.
You didnât dare search out his gaze when you said, âI may need reminders this week that you don't actually have feelings for me.â
A few seconds went by before he asked in a small voice, âWhat?â
You took a breath to compose yourself. The last thing you needed to do was get upset for no good reason. âWeâre going to hold hands and cuddle and share a bed and be a couple, but you may need to give me a reality check now and again that you only see me as an agent. Okay?â
Maybe heâd ask Steve for a new partner in the morning.
âYou think I only see you as an agent?â He asked, sighing when you nodded. âI used to be good at this.â
âGood at what?â
âTeasing. Flirting,â he answered, leaning in close. He stopped just before his lips touched yours. âKissing.â
âWait. You were flirting with me?â you said, not moving forward or back as you put a hand on his chest. His heart raced as fast as yours. And your brain couldnât compute that implication that he wanted to kiss you. âYou werenât just practicing for the assignment?â
He huffed out a laugh this time. âYouâre killing me, doll,â he whispered, closing the distance.
You imagined Bucky kissing you before, but didnât think it would ever be so soft. His lips barely brushed against yours, but it felt like the beginning of something more. It tempted you like nothing else ever had. He mustâve felt it, too, since he deepened it. You melted. You surrendered.
You never stood a chance.
âSo, you like me?â You asked when he pulled back a little to gaze at you. âIâm sorry. I just need to hear you say it because I really like you and have for months. Fuck, maybe I shouldnât have said that because we have a whole week together for this assignment and now you know and I don't want it to be weird.â
Your mind almost shut down when he gave you a full-blown smile and said, âYeah, I like you. I thought it was obvious. I tried dropping little hints, talking about your smile and trusting you.â He chuckled almost shyly as his words sank in. âI took this assignment because of you.â
A moment passed before you giggled, happiness blooming in your chest. Bucky Barnes liked you. Wanted you. âThank fuck,â you breathed, pulling him back down for another kiss.
He groaned, ravaging your mouth as he moved on top of you. His knee pushed your legs apart so he could settle between them, swallowing down your whimpers when he pressed his growing hardness against your pussy. He ground his hips, your panties soaked as his tongue tangled with yours. The man kissed you like he had something to prove.
Like he wanted to own you.
His muscles rippled as he leaned up and grasped the bottom of your nightie. The vision of him above you like this was now engraved in your mind. âIf you want me to stop, I will.â
Sleeping with him was moving fast considering you just confessed your feelings for each other, but you didn't care. âDon't stop,â you whispered, quivering as he tugged the fabric over your head.
Your hands moved up to cover your chest before he gripped your wrists. âAre you trying to hide from me?â He questioned, his smirk playful in comparison to the uncertainty in his gaze.
You didn't want him doubting himself or your want for him for a second.
âMaybe? I mean, look at you and look atâŚâ
You wouldn't knock on your looks since you were generally confident in your appearance, but the super soldier was an entirely different level of gorgeous. He towered over even the largest of agents, with the exception of Steve, and his dark lashes framing his steel eyes were enough to pull you under.
And who were you compared to him? Just another agent. Average.
âDon't,â he whispered, releasing a wrist so he could cup your breast. You arched your back and any uncertainty in his eyes before faded when a moan escaped your lips. âYou're so fucking beautiful.â
The praise almost made your eyes water as he brought his head down, losing focus when he swept his tongue across your nipple. Your eyes fluttered shut as he did it again, a wave from a sea of ecstasy crashing over you. Your heart thudded faster, addicted to the feel of his sinful mouth.
âYouâre the reason I don't have a boyfriend,â you whined, your fingers twisting in his hair. Why did you say that?
He smirked against your skin before he reached down and tore your panties away. âI haven't gone on a date because of you.â
Your body throbbed with need as you met his gaze. âYou're just saying that to get in my pants,â you joked.
His eyes raked down your body, stopping between your trembling thighs as he pushed his pants and underwear down. âIf I had my way, I would've taken you out first,â he said, drawing a moan from you when he wrapped a hand around his thick cock. âBut all I can think about right now is how loud youâll say my name when I make you come.â
âBucky,â you moaned, tempted to reach down and touch yourself to the sight of him.
âLouder than that,â he said smugly, rubbing the tip of his cock along your slick folds. âFuck, I wanna take my time and explore you. Make you feel like a goddess. Treat you the way you deserve.â
It warmed your heart and sent another wave of desire through you knowing he wanted to take care of you. âI know you'll treat me well,â you smiled, opening your legs wider. âBut for now, please, fuck me.â
He didn't ask about birth control, which you were on. You didn't ask about condoms. It didn't matter. You wanted to feel all of him.
You glanced down as he lined himself up, watching as he slowly eased into you. It was overwhelming as you took every inch, your mouth falling open with a moan. You floated in a cloud of lust, the sound of his groan reaching your ears.
âLook at me,â he ordered as he bottomed out.
Your eyes flew to his as he gripped your chin. The feel of him inside you, his eyes staring so intently into yours that he practically touched your soul. It was almost too much. And that was when he began to move, the weight of his body on top of yours as he fucked you in slow and deep thrusts. It was the kind of lovemaking that would make you crave more.
Crave him.
âKnew you'd take me well,â he grunted. You whined, the praise going straight to your core as you tightened around his thick cock. Your walls couldn't stop gripping him as he slid in and out. âKnew your pussy would be greedy for me. Wonât let me go.â
Your head fell back against the pillow, dizzy as he trapped your body under his. As he rolled his hips, you wondered if heâd let you ride him at some point. Maybe heâd fuck up into you as he brought your hips down. Or maybe heâd lay back and cup your breasts, let the weight bounce in his hands as you took all of him.
Youâd take whatever he gave you.
The growing pleasure within you was like you were burning from the inside out, each movement from him stoking the flames. His low groans mixed with your whines, his thrusts increasing in speed when he brought his thumb to your clit. Your hand worked its way back into his hair as you cried out his name, your control slipping further and further away as he took over.
âJust like that,â he moaned. âDonât hold back on me. Wanna hear every pretty sound you make.â
âBucky, I'm gonnaâŚâ you trailed off, your orgasm building fast in your core and ready to burst.
âCome,â he finished for you, a filthy smirk on his face as he laced his fingers with yours.
One more thrust and you were gone, his name falling from your lips as you came. Your mouth stayed open as you spasmed, pleasure rushing from head to toe. You panted and didn't care if you'd ever properly breathe again. That was how good it felt.
âIâm close, doll,â he gritted, resembling a growl as he continued to fuck you and chase his release. âGonna come inside you. Gonna own you.â
âCome inside me, Bucky,â you begged, watching through half-lidded eyes as his face contorted in ecstasy. It was such an erotic sight. âPlease.â
He buried himself deep with a long moan as he filled you in hot, thick spurts, nuzzling his face in your neck when he finished. He said your name as he heavily breathed against your neck and it was the sweetest sound youâve ever heard. You wrapped your arms around him when he stayed inside you, not at all bothered as your mixed release slowly trickled out.
You didn't want him to let you go.
âWell,â you huffed, a dopey smile on your face as you ran your fingers through his hair. âI don't think weâll have a problem convincing people we care about each other.â
He chuckled, kissing your warm skin. âAnd we won't have a problem sharing a bed,â he said, keeping you close as you yawned. âSleep, doll. Iâve got you.â
âIâve got you, too,â you said, feeling him smile against you as you drifted off.
The delicious ache between your thighs was the second thing you noticed when you woke up. The first, of course, was Buckyâs arm and leg draped over you: warm, protective, perfect. He was still fast asleep, the blanket pooled around his waist, completely at ease with the world. You could get used to waking up like this.
You hesitated before you touched his cheek, not wanting to wake him as you kissed his forehead. You wished you had time to kiss every scar on his body and worship him the way he said he wanted to worship you. The two of you would have to leave the bed sooner or later. There was work to do.
âMmm. Morning,â he said, his voice laced with sleep as he cracked an eye open.
âMorning,â you whispered, cuddling closer as he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed over the ring. The motion made you brush against his crotch and you were close enough to hear the hitch in his breath. You did it again, keeping your gaze innocent as he opened his eyes more and groaned.
Yes, there was work to do, but it was still early.
âYouâre still horny? Didnât I fuck you hard enough last night?â He teased.
âYeah, Iâm still horny,â you replied. Waking up next to him would arouse anyone. âNeed you to fuck me again.â
âYou wonât be able to walk if I fuck you again,â he smirked, rolling on top of you and digging his fingers into your waist.
âShouldâve known youâd be a cocky boyfriend,â you teased back, your heart thundering in your chest as he leaned down and skimmed kisses along your jaw. âSorry, we didnât put a label on this and thereâs still stuff to figure out and the mission and-â
âHey. Boyfriend, your man, whatever you want to call me, Iâm yours,â he cut you off, his mouth drifting to your neck. âAnd I still owe you a date, got it? Youâre my girl. Youâre mine.â
âI'm yours,â you gasped when he nipped your skin hard enough to sting, his tongue soothing it after. You were his and he was yours. âSo, we're a couple now? Just like that?â You smiled as he worked his way back to your lips.
Bucky answered you with a kiss. âJust like that.â
I struggled a bit with this one after having to scrap almost 2k and go in another direction, but I ended up falling in love with it. Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
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in the woods with a couple of masked men
pairing: bucky barnes & steve rogers x female reader
summary: you've been flirting with steve rogers and bucky barnes for a month at the bar you all frequent with your friends, and on Halloween, when you tell them about your fantasy of being chased through the woods by masked men or men, they decide to make it a reality.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), threesome, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), chase kink, mask kink, light bdsm, light degradation, praise kink, light choking, roughness, check-ins, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, sweet girl) aftercare, halloween shenanigans
word count: 3.6k
a/n: this was my idea for my third and final halloween fic this year and i was really disappointed that i ran out of time to do a fully developed version, but i figured i'd put together something short and (hopefully) hot. this still ended up longer than i expected, but it's much shorter than my normal halloween fics so i hope that's ok đ
happy (almost) halloween y'all!! âĄ
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"What do you want for Halloween, pretty girl?"
"I want a masked manâor menâto chase me through the woods and fuck me to within an inch of my life," you answered, a wicked smirk curling the corners of your mouth.Â
Your eyes slid away from the men you were talking to, casting a glance around the dingy dive bar that was more crowded than normal on Halloween night. You cut your eyes back to them and lifted a single shoulder in an apathetic shrug, your smirk still flirting at the edges of your lips.
"Y'know, just what every girl wants for Halloween."
You were talking to Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, who youâd met a month before Halloween. One of their friends had started flirting with one of your friends at the bar you all liked to frequent, and as that relationship blossomed into more than flirting, you started seeing them more.Â
You'd gravitated to the handsome best friends, unable to resist talking to them, drinking with them, commiserating with them as your friends grew more and more flagrant with their public displays of affection. Besides, Bucky and Steve hadn't seemed to mind the way you'd laugh at their jokesâeven the not-so-great onesâor lean against them when you grew tired late into the night.Â
Still, you didn't know what impulse had prompted you to tell them about your deepest, darkest fantasy. It must've been some deadly combination of loneliness and recklessness, and the ease you felt when you were around Steve and Bucky. But you couldnât bring yourself to take it back.Â
Not when the men reacted by sharing a look like they planning something. Just the thought that they might be thinking about indulging your fantasy made you squeeze your thighs together and lean into the heat emanating from them.
Of course, you were also a little chilly, having worn a skimpy little dress as part of your Halloween costume, but you leaned closer to Steve and Bucky in the crowded bar for warmth and to inhale the intoxicating scent of their cologne, which sent more curls of heat dancing through your veins.Â
Without looking away from each other, their arms wrapped around you and they crushed you between their chests while they continued their silent conversation. You waited patiently, soaking up Bucky and Steveâs warmth until they turned to you, matching grins on their faces.
After a hushed conversation and a couple rounds of Steve and Bucky asking, "Are you sure you want this, sweet girl?" you found your friends and told them you were leaving with the men.Â
You told your friends you had your phone on you and promised to keep your location turned on, to check in when you were on your way home. Your friends cackled happily for you and shooed you off with Bucky and Steve.Â
When you got to the woods, Steve and Bucky each slipped on a Ghostface mask. Your breath caught in your lungs when you saw the big, muscled men dressed in all black and wearing the masks, your heart beating faster in your chest as excitement and desire churned in your belly.Â
One of them said they were giving you a 30-second head start, so you turned and bolted into the trees, running as fast as you could to put as much distance between you and them in the short time theyâd given you. But only 10 seconds later, you heard them start to chase you.Â
You didn't have the breath to call out and accuse them of cheating, you were too focused on making the game as hard for them as possible. So you ran harder through the woods, losing them in the spindly trees cast in shades of silvery blue by the light of the moon.
For long moments, you ran without hearing anything behind you. You didn't know if you were truly giving Bucky and Steve a run for their money or if they were playing with you, but you didn't hear them chasing you until your lungs were burning and your legs were aching.Â
All at the same time, you heard a twig snap, the rustle of leaves. A hand snatched at your skimpy little dress, snapping it against your skin when you pulled out of their grasp. A grunt of frustration sounded as a scream welled in your throat, but you couldn't let it loose through your panting, gasping breaths as you ran on.Â
Fingers closed around your wrist and you shrieked in surprise, whirling around to wrench yourself free as you ran, turning to look over your shoulder and catching a glimpse of the eerie white Ghostface mask with its yawning, wide open mouth.Â
That glance you spared for your pursuer would be what got you caughtâthe first time.
With your head turned to look over your shoulder, you didn't see where you were going, and you crashed right into a big, hard chest. You bounced off it with your momentum, but strong arms wound around your waist, holding you pinned to the warm body pressed flush to your curves.
"Got you, baby," came a muffled voice through the mask.
You couldn't for the life of you tell which man it was, whether it was Bucky or Steve. Although, it didnât really matter to you, your body burned with desire for each of them equally.Â
"What're you gonna give me to let you go?â the man taunted, his mask tipping down in such a way that you knew his eyes were dragging down to your cleavage, which was in danger of spilling out over the low neckline of your dress. "C'mon, slut, you look like you know how to please a manâso please me, and I'll let you go."
Arousal swirled through your body at the degrading way he spoke to youâyouâd told Steve and Bucky back at the bar that you liked a little degradation and you were pleased that they were running with it. You couldn't help the impish smirk that spread across your face in response to the manâs filthy request.
"You're right, dirty man, I know exactly what to give you," you purred running your hands down the man's chest and trying to catch his eye through the mask.Â
Staring into the spooky visage of the Ghostface mask, you began lowering yourself to your knees and the man helped guide you down. His hands worked open the front of his jeans, undoing them and pulling out his cock while you settled on the cold, leaf-covered ground.
Without preamble, you sucked the man's half-hard cock into your mouth, relishing the way he groaned above you. His hands cradled your head, petting you idly while you licked along the velvety soft shaft, humming happily as you felt him harden against your tongue. He tasted musky, his scent filling your senses and making you gush with wetness between your thighs.
The manâs moans were loud in the forest as you bobbed on his cock, sucking him harder and faster and pushing him closer to his release. Distantly, you wondered where the other man was, but didn't concern yourself overmuch with it as you focused on making the man in front of your cum.
When you could feel that he was just about to let go, his thick cock throbbing against your tongue, you pulled away and broke free from his hold, leaping to your feet and darting off into the woods. His ferocious, frustrated roar followed you through the trees and you couldn't help the cackling laughter that tumbled from your lips as you ran.
Immediately, you could hear the man crashing through the underbrush after you and you had to wonder if he'd even paused to put his cock away before bolting after you.Â
It seemed you hadnât learned your lesson, because you risked a glance over your shoulder, trying to get a peak of whether he was chasing you with his cock out, and at that moment, a hand reached out and grabbed your arm, towing you into another strong, broad chest.
"What'd you do to him, sweetheart?" came another muffled voice as the second man pinned your back against a tree, caging you in with his thick arms.
You couldn't help but laugh as you told him how you'd left the other man with his cock out and throbbing with need, teetering on the edge of his release. From behind his eerie Ghostface mask, the man in front of you tsked, shaking his head slowly, almost like he pitied you.
"You're gonna pay for that, pretty girl," he murmured in a husky, muffled voice. His hands slid down the sides of your body, making you shiver at the way he groped you softly, reverently. He was cupping your tits and squeezing your hips in a way that made your body hum with heat as he said, "If you're a good girl for me, maybe I'll convince him to go easy on you."
Warm palms skimmed down the outside of your thighs, fingers curling in the hem of your dress before pushing it up higher and higherâŚÂ
You almost wanted to give in, to be good for him. Almost.
Instead, you scoffed, "Yeah, right,â and shoved roughly against the man's muscled chest. Though he barely budged, the movement dislodged his hands from your body and you managed to slip away from him, taking off again into the woods.
The man's loud laughter followed you, which was even more deliciously terrifying than the other man's roar had been.Â
Fleeing from both of the men, you tried to run harder, but you were growing tiredâboth of running and the game.
It was a good thing, then, that you didn't get far.Â
It seemed Bucky and Steve were sick of the game as well, because only a few seconds after the manâs laughter died in the night sky, a large body crashed into your back, tackling you to the forest floor.Â
Whoever caught you wound an arm around your waist and braced a hand against the ground so you didn't get hurt, but you still landed with a soft, "oof," of surprise. The body at your back covered you with its weight, pushing you deeper into the cold, damp leaves blanketing the dirt.
"I'm gonna make you regret leaving me like that, slut," said a gruff, menacing voice in your ear. A hand was pushing up your dress and ripping your panties down your legs while another was fumbling with a zipper, his knuckles grazing your bare ass.Â
The head of a cock grazed your folds, which were drenched with your desire, and your fingers sank into the soft soil beneath you as you arched into him, biting back a desirous moan. The man's hand grabbed your waist, leaning over you so the cold plastic of the Ghostface mask butted into your shoulder.Â
"You good, pretty girl?" he rumbled, his voice gentler as he checked in with you.
Your body, which had been tense an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal, relaxed at the question and you smiled, turning your head to catch the man's eye through the mesh of the mask. You shot him a playful smirk.
"Fuck me hard, filthy man," you purred, arching beneath him and pushing against the hard ridge of his cock so it slid through your slippery folds. "Show me how a dirty little slut like me deserves to be fucked."
The man groaned, shifting his hips so he could sink into your wet heat with one thrust, wringing a cry from your lips as his thick girth stretched your tight cunt. When his hips were pressed flush with your ass, he paused and you both took a moment to breathe and adjust to the feel of him inside your pussy.
You didnât know if the other man had been watching you, timing it perfectly, but it was at that exact moment that he stepped in front of you, dropping down onto his knees as he undid the button and fly of his jeans. He spread his thick thighs and sank down onto his haunches so his cock was level with your face when he pulled it out.Â
"Why don't you show me what that pretty mouth can do, sweet girl," the man cooed, his voice distractingly patronizing even muffled through the mask. "Be a good girl and suck my cock while your pussy gets pounded."
You didn't need any more encouraging than that, lifting yourself up onto your arms so you could lick along the thick ridge on the underside of the man's cock, smirking when he groaned.Â
"Ya like that, perv?" you teased in between pressing wet, suckling kisses to the velvet-wrapped steel of his shaft. "Like getting your cock played with by a slut you caught in the woods?"Â
"Fuck yes," he groaned, cupping your head in his hands and urging you closer to the tip. You wrapped your lips around the head, enjoying the taste of his precum leaking onto your tongue, and sucked him hard. "Oh fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, sweetheart."
You'd planned to tease the man's tip a little longer, but the man behind you seemed to be done letting you adjust to having two cocks in your holes. He pulled his hips back and slammed inside you again, burying his full length in your pussy and pushing you forward, forcing you to take the other man deeper.Â
The cock in your mouth brushed against the back of your throat and you gagged at the unexpected feeling. The man in front of you sat back quickly, pulling free of your lips and letting you suck in air while you coughed and recovered.
"Careful, dickhead," he growled, his voice still muffled through his mask so you couldn't tell whether he was Steve or Bucky. His hands idly stroked the top of your head and you found yourself leaning into the soft gesture.
"Sorry," the other man mumbled, his hands squeezing your hips apologetically.
"No, no, I want it rough," you said in a husky voice, straining your body to get your mouth back on the cock in front of your face. You pressed a kiss to the underside of the man's length, looking up at him from under your lashes. "I told you not to hold backâI want everything you can give me, please.âÂ
"Fuck," the man in front of you grunted at the same time the man behind you groaned, starting to thrust into you slowly, making you feel every inch of his cock dragging along the inside of your pussy. The man who'd spoken stroked his fingers down your cheeks, catching a tear that had escaped when you'd gagged. "You're gonna spoil us, sweet girl, letting us use your pretty holes like that."
"Good," you said firmly, before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, moaning at the taste of him. You couldnât wait to swallow his cum, to be filled of both of them. âThen maybe you guys will do this again with me."
"Fuck yes we will, baby," the man behind you groaned, covering you with his body and pinning you into the forest floor while his hand wrapped loosely around the front of your throat. His mask bumped against your cheek as he spoke in your ear. "We'll fuck you anytime and anywhere you want, pretty girlâall ya gotta do is ask."
A delirious smile curved your lips and you were just about to make some sassy comment, but then he thrust hard into your pussy, wrenching a sharp cry from your mouth as pleasure spiraled through your body. The other man used the opportunity of your parted lips to thrust his cock inside your mouth, careful not to go too deep.Â
Steve and Bucky worked your body in tandem, one of them pinning you to the cold ground and fucking you from behind, while the other held your head steady and fucked your mouth. All you could do was take everything they gave you, never knowing which one was which, moaning as they pushed you to the edge of pleasure.
You were writhing on the ground, your hands grasping at the damp leaves and the thick, jeans-clad thighs of the man in front of you, searching for something to hold onto as your pleasure spiraled higher. You were arching your back to take the cock deeper into your pussy, whining pitifully as you begged wordlessly for your release, unable to control yourself when you were so desperate to cum.
The men must've understood because they hauled you up onto your hand and knees, never removing their cocks from your holes. As they continued to fuck you, they positioned your body so that the man behind you could slip his hand between your thighs and find your needy, aching clit.
"Cum for us, slut," he growled in your ear.Â
The other man thumbed the tears from your cheeks as he pushed his cock deep into your mouth. He'd opened your throat enough for him so you didn't gag too much, but he fucked you through it anyway, until his cock was rubbing against the other man's hand as it bulged in your neck.Â
"Be a good girl, sweetheart, and cum on our cocks," the man in front of you urged, his balls pushing against your chin as he buried himself in your mouth and groaning when your muscles contracted as you swallowed around him. "Wanna feel you scream on my dick."
"Yeah, baby, gotta feel your sweet cunt milk me," the other man groaned into your ear, rubbing your clit unrelentingly while he pounded into you hard enough you could hear the sharp sounds of his hips smacking against your ass. "C'mon, don't you want us to fill your holes with our cumâcum for your masked men, sweet girl.â
You didn't know what tipped you over the edgeâwhether it was the muffled, filthy words or the fingers on your clit, or the pair of cocks ruthlessly fucking your holesâbut something set you off, and you came harder than you ever had before.
A shrieking scream worked its way up inside you, making the man in front of you moan loudly when your throat constricted around his hard length. The man behind you grunted as your pussy clenched on his cock, and he buried himself to the root, moaning at the feel of your inner walls sucking him in deeper.
Pleasure consumed your mind thoroughly, overwhelming you entirely as your body trembled violently. You tried to stay in position for the men, but you knew it was their hands more than your own strength holding you up as the ecstasy of your release wrecked you.
The man in front of you came first, holding your head pinned to his abdomen and spilling his seed down your throat while you swallowed weakly, some of it spilling out around the shaft of his cock and joining the spit and tears making a mess of your face.Â
The other man followed a moment later, pressing his hips flush against your ass and coming with a filthy groan, his mask pressed to your shoulder blade and his arms wrapped around your waist while you felt his cock twitch deep inside you.
In the cold, dark forest on Halloween night, the three of you rode out your pleasure together for long, hazy moments. But when the chill of the air seeped into your cooling skin and you began to shiver, Bucky and Steve pulled themselves free from your body and gathered you up in their strong arms.Â
Together, they helped you stand, fussing around you as they fixed your dress and tugged leaves from your hair. One of them draped a hooded sweatshirt around your shoulders while the other used your discarded panties to clean the mess from between your thighs.
You'd lost track of who was who as they circled around you to clean you up, so even when Steve and Bucky pulled off their Ghostface masks, you didn't know which of them had fucked your mouth and which had fucked your pussy.Â
You didn't care overmuch, it was fun not knowing. Besides, you knew if you asked, they'd tell you which man was which.
"Doing good, pretty girl?" Steve cooed sweetly, dropping his lips to kiss your cheek. His fingers smoothed away the grit of your ruined makeup, making you smile.
"Yeah, so good," you said in a dreamy, breathless voice, catching his eye so he could see the honesty in your gaze when you told him, "Best Halloween ever."Â
Bucky chuckled at your statement and tucked you into his side beneath his arm, turning you in a direction you assumed would bring you back to the car theyâd driven out to the woods.
"Let's get you home, sweet girl," Bucky murmured, brushing a kiss against your temple while Steve slid in on your other side, his arm wrapping around your waist. They held you clutched between their bodies, and you felt nothing but warm, sated and happy. "You've had your halloween fun with your two masked men, now it's time to rest."
"Yes, sir," you said on an exhale. Though you'd been trying for a playful tone, your voice was soft and sweet and you found you meant it. You trusted them to take care of you, and you let your head fall on Steve's shoulder, snuggling into him while you let the best friends guide you back to the car.
Once Bucky had tucked you into his lap on the passengerâs seat, you texted your friends to let them know you were ok while Steve drove you home. The men helped you inside and, at your request, stayed the night, cuddling up with you in your bed.Â
That night, you fell asleep with a smile on your face snuggled between Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes knowing you got what every girl wants (or, at least, what you wanted): some fun in the woods with a couple of masked menâand a Halloween night to remember.
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18+ Minors dni. I'm currently obsessed with the thought of Bucky making his pretty girl take it. I'm talking him keeping you caged under him with your legs wrapped around his waist while his arm are wrapped tightly around your body. This type of energy comes out when he's pissed. Stressed. Jealous. He's going to remind you exactly who you belong to and my favourite thing about this is imagine you didn't even know what happened. Maybe he overheard some agents talking about how irresistible you are. So cute and pretty and they'd give anything to-
Nope. The thought alone of anytone touching what's his has him storming off, hauling you over to mark you in the most primal way possible. Remind everyone who you belong to. He plucks you up from whatever you're doing and carries you over his shoulder like a beast; you're naked on his bed seconds later. He plows into you, hips slamming his cock into your very soaked cunt, unapologetically fucking you with the deepest moans. He sounds so feral. He is feral.
"Feels-so-good, such a good girl, letting me put my big dick in you"
Those grunts and groans he lets out show just how selfish he's being because he's focused on how fucking good you're making his dick feel. You're so soft but you make his cock so hard. You're such an angel for him, spreading your legs for him the second he set you down. He'd been torn between wanting to ravish you immediately or taking a second to throw his clothes off. He decides he needs you to fucking smell like him when this is all over, have every bit of his scent covering your skin. He wants to feel every bit of you all over him.
No one else would ever get to have you like this. Feel your naked breasts on their chest. Feel your soft tummy press against theirs. Feel the plushness of your thighs squeezing their waist. Feel your silky walls squeeze and milk their cocks till they're all soft and sensitive.
They'd hear you though.
They'd hear every moan and Bucky would make sure of that.
"Whose cock is making you scream baby, tell me" He growls, your combined arousal making a mess on the bed.
"Y-OURS-" You hiccup, choking back a sob as he snakes his had to wrap around your throat. Damn right. His fucking cock. His dick in your pussy. Not the stupid little boys who think they have a chance to even breathe the same air. His pretty, pink, fat fucking cock destroying you to his heart's content, stretching you open as much as he wants. "J-JAMES"
"That's right, say my name baby, say the name of your man who fucks you this good, let everyone hear" He's already turned off all the sound proofing and maybe he left his door a crack open. Maybe.
"Jaamesss" You sound so gone, cockdrunk over the way the spongy head of his dick kisses that sensitive spot that makes you squirt cream with each of his thrusts. "Don't st-stop, please-fuck-me-Jamie" Your voices slurs and turns into a whine as your eyes roll back. For such a sweet princess, you sound like an absolute slut when he's inside you and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Mhphhm, sound so pretty, gonna make me blow, let me empty my balls in you" He starts to fuck you faster causing the headboard to shake, the whole bed creaking with his movements. "M'gonna cum angel-oh shittt-"
He nearly whimpers when he feels your doe eyes looking up at him with your ankles locked around his waist; he knows exactly what that means.
"You want it inside you huh, want my cum in you baby, s'that it?"
"Want-it-please, can't hold it" you cling onto him tighter and Bucky can't last any longer.
"Cum with me, together, c'mon angel, cum with me, yes, fuck yes, can feel you-fuck-" He begs, needing those little boys who spoke about you to hear exactly what they're missing out on, "OH GOD, FUCKKK" He doesn't hold back as he gives into his orgasm, your name dripping of his lips while you sob and squeal.
I want him to give you the softest aftercare. Tell you what a good girl you were for him. How much he loves and adores you, how special you are to him.
I want him to have the most smug expression on his face when he goes back down. He's such a little shit. He passes by a cackling Tony and a wheezing Sam. Not one agent dares look him in the eye. Steve may be blushing but he'll give credit where credit is due. His best friend sent a very clear message. Bucky is a possessive, loving, horny little shit and I need it.
Need it now.
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License to Kill
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Marital bliss becomes a bloody massacre within hours of your wedding. Bucky has run the gamut of organized crime from gunrunning to public extortion, but an attempt on your life is a whole different ballgame. A honeymoon-turned-manhunt has Bucky out for blood.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Semi-public sex. Beefy, mob boss Bucky really wants to give you a baby. Praise kink. Size kink. Facefucking. Sex on a private jet. Attempted murder. Arms trafficking. Guerrilla warfare.
Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Any postnuptial banquet was bound to be the talk of Santorini when a groom arrived beaten half to death.
At least that was what youâd told yourself, what had plagued your mind for hours before the start of brunch, and what Bucky presently refused to acknowledge with so much as a bat of his eye or a word spoken in between.
âYou worry too much,â he said as he sheathed himself inside you for the third time that morning.
Bucky seized your throat in one hand and tilted your chin to make sure you were capable of eye contact while he fucked you in front of the mirror. It didnât seem to bother him at all that the face in his own reflection was bruised, bloodied, and sewn up like a patchwork quilt behind you.
Hazards of the job, heâd said.
Three masked assailants breaking into your villa the first night of honeymooning? Customary. Being yanked out of bed and made to kneel as your husband took the beating of a lifetime just minutes after consummating your marriage? More common than you would think.
Bucky hadnât even blinked when he got pistol whipped by a gold-plated Beretta. Didnât flinch when he was held to a wall and pummeled like a freestanding punch bag.
Almost smiled when he took a hard right hook to the nose and felt a torrent of blood flood out of his nostrils.
If anyone were to be accused of behaving too calmly in a home invasion, it would be Bucky Barnes. It seemed as though heâd seen this all before and had no qualms about getting the shit kicked out of him every now and then. Why he hadnât so much as lifted a finger to fight back was still beyond your comprehension, though.
At length, he tightened his grip on your neck and tried to smile, his upper lip slashed in two and bruised a grim, violet hue.
âWhoâs my girl?â he murmured an inch from your ear.
You whined when he delivered a particularly hard thrust, both of your hands flying to the mirror to steady yourself as he pounded you from behind.
âI-I am,â you whimpered.
The stretch was still something you were getting used to, but now Bucky knew just how to spread you open without making it hurt. Heâd glide a thick finger between your folds, slide it down to your clit, and leave it there as long as youâd let him, rubbing quick circles while you bucked and moaned under his touch. And, in spite of all his cuts and bruises, your husband made sure to kiss your shoulder every now and then to let you know he still loved youâeven if he was fucking you like he didnât.
Bucky trailed his lips behind your ear and watched you writhe in time with every stroke he gave. Pressed his face close to yours, watched a desperate, fucked-out expression take over your features, and smiled to himself knowing that no one but him got to see you like this.
âWho likes getting stuffed full of this cock?â he taunted.
âI do.â
âWho loves making daddy feel this good?â
âI do.â
He never thought the sound of your vows could be repeated out loud in such an obscene wayâhis sweet bride bent in half with a thick, throbbing cock wedged between her legsâbut he loved it nonetheless.
Bucky was rutting his hips at a breakneck pace and holding your head to the mirror like heâd never let go. Your climax was quickly coming close into view, and you felt your toes curl in the hardwood floor beneath them.
Suddenly, the chirp of a ringtone diverted your attention.
Bucky brought his phone to his ear as he continued to pound you mercilessly.
âYeah, Steve?â
The mob bossâs business never took a break, it seemed.
âSo what?â
âYeah, no, I heard you the first time.â
âWell, Iâm plowing my wife right now, can it wait?â
Your cheeks warmed with embarrassment at Buckyâs blunt choice of words. You saw his brow pinch behind you, his thrusts getting faster and sloppier, and in spite of the distraction, you sensed he was getting close too.
You yourself were right on the brink. Your gaze met Buckyâs in the mirror with a soft, pleading look, and before you knew it, your husband was bidding an abrupt farewell to his friend and chucking his phone to the side.
âReady to cum for me, honey?â
You whimpered and nodded.
âAlright then,â Bucky said with a near-expectant look, weaving the fingers of one hand into your hair and pulling it back, tight, âCum all over daddyâs cock.â
With a shriek you feared might carry throughout the whole banquet hall, you finally reached your peak and released around Buckyâs length, tears springing to your eyes as you closed them tight and moaned his name.
And, ever the cheeky fuck, Bucky leaned right in and kissed the sides of your face to collect all the moisture he couldââShit, honey, you taste as good as you lookââwhile he smirked. Wouldâve grinned even bigger if he wasnât so overcome with pleasure; but, as it was, he couldnât keep from blowing his load just seconds after the last spasms of your orgasm. Bucky leaned over your torso and squeezed your body tight to his, fucking his cum deep inside you as far as it could possibly go.
For a few, dizzying moments, the manâs mind wandered to more primal thoughts of making it stick, knocking you up, and Bucky had to clench his jaw hard to suppress the groans that were threatening to spill through his teeth. Every time he fucked you, it was like something just clicked; he couldnât rid the thought of giving you a baby.
But no, for now, the two of you were still on wedding time; before you could jet off to your real honeymoon destinationâsomeplace in the Caribbean, if Bucky remembered correctlyâyour mother had insisted that you host one post-wedding event that day: a brunch.
Naturally, that meant you were obliged to serve a four-course meal on the terrace of the Canaves Oia Hotel.
The mother of the bride had been one hell of a staunch advocate for keeping this wedding party going as long as possible, and who was Bucky to tell her no? He reasoned he would have plenty of time to get you pregnant after all the wedding festivities had ended, so he didnât mind.
At present, you tugged your panties and your dress back into place with a wince.
âI think you displaced my cervix, James.â
Bucky couldnât deny he felt the smallest twinge of pride seeing you walk a little funny to collect the rest of your belongings and attempt to freshen up. It also gave him the perfect excuse to scoop you back up in his arms and pretend to be apologetic about your present dilemma.
âDid I really?â he asked as you giggled and tried to swat him away, âIâm awfully sorry, Mrs. Barnes.â
âLike hell you are.â
With Bucky still draped over your body, proffering his apologies again and again as he assailed your face with tiny kisses, youâd barely made it two feet toward the door before you collapsed against a table and almost toppled a centerpiece. The pair of you would be expected outside any minute now, where the rest of your post-wedding party was likely trickling in and wondering where the hell the bride and groom had gone, but Bucky seemed adamant on keeping you to himself a little while longer.
That was until the back exit swung on its hinges and a familiar, frazzled groomsman stumbled in.
âCan you horndogs hurry the hell up?!â
So Sam had heard you after all.
You just mightâve blushed if you werenât being pushed out the door a second later, the hurried, chiding tone of your husbandâs friend ringing low in your ears.
âYour old manâs ready to hit the roof,â he mumbled to Bucky, âWonât start drinking until you two show face.â
âProbably still thinks my bride escaped in the middle of the night,â Bucky mused, flitting a look to you.
The man behind rolled his eyes and continued to usher you both outside. Sam Wilson knew exactly what had happened last night; heâd been the one to bring in the cavalry to save you both from imminent death, after all.
As you had come to find out, Sam wasnât just a friend of your husbandâs but also a close associate of sortsâthe kind that would wait in the wings and do whatever it took to keep Bucky safe. When the wait staff at the villa hadnât been able to reach you for room service delivery last night, reporting some âstrange soundsâ inside, Mr. Wilson had sprung into action. Called the rest of your husbandâs entourage and was up to your room in minutes, where theyâd dealt a swift, and final, blow to your attackers. You hadnât asked many questions afterâjust thanked him. Profusely.
âYou look like hell,â the man observed with a sidelong glance in his friendâs direction.
âReally? I feel great,â Bucky replied.
The three of you weaved through a crowd of partygoersâevery single one of whom, without exception, stopped and stared at your husbandâs mangled face as he passedâand you started to chew the inside of your cheek. People were gawking, talking amongst themselves as they wondered aloud what the hell couldâve happened to the groom overnight. You felt their stares turn to you in a mixture of pity and reproach, and you wanted to hide.
âJa-ames!â a sing-song voice trilled across the way.
You, Bucky, and Sam all stopped in your tracks to regard the duo that was making their swift approach over.
Buckyâs mom and dad.
As the older couple drew near, you half-expected to see them take on the same wan, horror-stricken look worn by all those around you, but to your surprise, they didnât.
In fact, they didnât bat an eyelid. Seeing their sonâs face all gnarled and bloody barely even registered.
âGood, youâre here! The photographers just arrived.â Buckyâs mother swept you into her arms for a brief embrace before shooting her son a frown. Your husband, in turn, offered her an apologetic peck on the cheek.
âSorry, ma. We got caught up,â he said.
âSure looks like it.â
That came from the elder Mr. Barnes, who had stopped to give his son a quick once-over. He looked amused.
âGet in a fight with a grizzly last night?â he quipped.
âThree, actually,â Sam answered for Bucky, who was already grinning from ear-to-earâor as much as his facial lacerations would allow him.
You saw father and son exchange a brief, knowing look, before it was extinguished just as fast as it had come. Clearly, some sort of understanding had passed between them, and the old patriarch seemed pleased. Proud, even. You couldnât begin to imagine why.
âThe bruising shouldnât be too hard to edit out of the wedding pictures,â Buckyâs mother turned to you as she started to lead the group away, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, âItâs those damn lesions on his face that always give us trouble.â
She spoke so coolly about the trauma done to her son it damn near chilled you to the bone. You never thought the wife of a mobster would be oblivious to all the violence, but to talk as though this were just another day in the life as far as brutal beatings went was a little unnerving.
You strolled along and silently wondered what the fuck was wrong with this family. Then you realized, slowly, that this was your family now. Your stomach twisted.
When you got to the garden where the photographers were stationed, you saw your parents waiting, enrapt.
And, in a matter of seconds, you watched their expressions morph from exuberance to confusion to outright trepidation. Your father was quick to look away, but your mother clearly couldnât be bothered to stop ogling Buckyâs gruesome appearance. She forced a tight-lipped smile at the very last second and stretched her arms out to you as the five of you approached.
âYouâre glowing, my dear.â
She hugged you and, over your shoulder, tried to mask a discomfited look.
Your mother and father exchanged pleasantries with the rest of the group but seemed loath to linger on Bucky for more than a minute. Like they couldnât quite tell whether the honeymoon beatdown was fair game for discussion.
âPlaces, people!â
The photographers were lined up like a flock of paparazzi. Each standing, crouching, squatting with their cameras in their hands, trying to get just the right angle.
The person in charge quickly busied herself with directing and adjusting every one of your positions before the pictures were taken. Telling Buckyâs father to straighten his tie, your mother to brighten her smile, the bride to tilt her shoulders just a little bit more, and Bucky, would you please stop groping your wife?
That last command had come from his mother, actually. Bucky had been palming your ass above your dress, and his mom couldnât stand the thought of one camera capturing such crude behavior.
âMy hand slipped,â Bucky retorted, much to the amusement of a few photographers.
You and his mother gave him identical admonitory looks, but it was you who was close enough to say something.
Just when you opened your mouth to speak, though, an odd sense stopped you on a dime.
There was a warmth. In your panties. Then a slow and silent oozing sensation. You squeezed your thighs tight together and, instinctively, lowered your hand to your stomach, as if that would have any chance of stopping it.
A smirk tugged at Buckyâs lips just as the lead photographer told you all to smile and hold it.
âMy cum dripping out already?â he whispered, low as heâd ever spoken but still too loud for you to bear. His parents were literally standing right there.
âShut. Up.â You replied through gritted, smiling teeth.
âChin to me, Mrs. Barnes,â the lady in charge called out.
You did as you were told, and Buckyâs hand on your side pressed the flesh ever so slightly.
A series of shuttering sounds, then another directive.
âThink itâll stay in your panties?â Bucky managed delicately under his breath.
You didnât respond. At length, his seed was seeping out of your underwear. You bared an even brighter smile for the cameras and tried not to flinch when he squeezed you again.
âFeel it sliding down your thighs?â
âEyes forward, Mr. Barnes. Head up, andâhere, please.â
The man could barely peel his gaze, much less his hands, from your body. He stroked your hip with his thumb. Then, without warning, that same hand slid down to your rear and pushed into the fabric. You sucked in a breath.
âBucky.â
âWhat?â
âBehave,â you hissed, and from the corner of your eye you couldâve sworn you saw your mother turn her head.
Unfortunately for you, your husband would do no such thing. He just moved his hand even lower down your back and brushed the space around that spot with the tips of his fingers. You felt a shiver pass over you, along with a whole legion of goosebumps spreading fast across the skin.
If you werenât on camera and surrounded by family, you probably wouldâve liked to smack him upside the head.
As the cameras continued to fire away, Buckyâs touch trailed down to the outline of your panties through your dress and started rubbing small circles over the area.
âNow just the bride and groom!â
The rest of your family members stepped to the side, and it was only you and Bucky before the cameras now. Still smiling like bright, shiny dolls and communicating like ventriloquists, your lips barely moved as you spoke.
âHow âbout I push it back in?â
âBarnes, I will kill you.â
âNow kiss!â
At the direction of the lead photographer, you kissed your husband and felt a mixture of lust, hate, and love swell up inside of you. When you pulled apart, it was the latter of these three that was searing hot in your veins.
âI love you,â Bucky murmured with a grin.
âI love you, too.â
The rest of the morning passed away in much the same fashionâbeing pulled from place to place, person to person, while your filthy-minded husband kept whispering in your ear all the depraved things he was planning to do to you once he got you alone. It was romantic, in a way; just terrible for your poor panties.
You reluctantly mingled and laughed with some of the most boring people you thought youâd ever met in your lifeâthough perhaps you were a touch too horny to make a fair appraisalâand gradually, family and friends pulled you and Bucky further and further apart until you were just being carted around like show dogs and forced to hold the same conversation over and over again.
âYou look stunning.â
âBuckâs a lucky guy, Iâll tell you that.â
âAre you planning on having kids any time soon?â
You just smiled, nodded, and didnât have the guts to tell them that Buckyâs baby batter was baking inside you right now. That wouldâve been a fun one to watch the reactions from your uptight, intrusive relatives, though.
And speaking of Bucky, where the fuck had he gone?
Just twenty minutes ago heâd sworn he would have you bent over one of the hotel balconies overlooking the Aegean Sea, and now he was nowhere to be found.
Your parents were currently preoccupied with their second helpings of spanakopita, your in-laws draining mojitos like water, and Sam, like Bucky, completely MIA. No one else had seen hide nor hair of your husband in a little while, and frankly, your legs were growing tired of looking.
You let out a small sigh of relief when you saw Bucky sitting a ways away on the terrace with Sam and Steve huddled on either side of him. They looked to be deep in discussion.
Steve, Stevie, Rogers, or, simply, your husbandâs second in command, seemed strangely out of sorts as he clenched a fist and said something close to Buckyâs face.
You decided to let the three of them hash it out and to take a rain check on that balcony rendezvous for now.
At any rate, a pack of Pall Malls was calling your name.
You would fully concede this was a filthy habit you never should have startedâlike most fun things in lifeâbut the reprieve of a nicotine buzz was too tempting to refuse. You grabbed your clutch and took off toward the far end of the lawn, set for a small alcove apart from the party.
You slipped the lighter and cigarettes from your bag as you walked. The scent of pure salt and sea foam greeted your senses as soon as you drew close to the spotâless than a stoneâs throw away from the ocean.
Your hands had jammed the cancer stick in your mouth before your mind could make a single word of protest. You brought the lighter to life in your right palm and raised the flame to your cigarette until the end was lit.
Then you inhaled. Exhaled. Hoped no one would see you. You fanned the smoke from your face every so often.
Youâd taken up residence on a bench just shy of the beach, and finally, you could stretch your legs and rest.
Maybe indulge in some disgusting thoughts about your husband while you were at it.
If youâd told yourself just twenty-four hours ago that your mind and body would be on the fritz craving Buckyâs touch, you wouldnât have believed it. If someone had said sex, and cumming around someone you loved, was a worthwhile experience, you probably wouldâve told them they were full of shit. But here you were, splayed out on a bench by the shoreline thinking of nothing but the way your husbandâs cock felt inside you. Feeling his seed dried on your thigh and aching for a fourth helping.
You felt pathetic. Maybe you were.
In any case, you didnât really care.
You brought the near-spent cigarette up to your lips for the last couple puffs. When youâd plucked it back out, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
Bucky! Your lust-addled brain all but squealed.
You turned much quicker than you meant and nearly jumped in your skin to see who was standing there.
A grinning, bright-eyed blond.
In a panic, you flicked your cigarette over your shoulder and forced a smile.
âHi.â
âHowdy.â
Okay, John Wayne, what the fuck? The man sounded, and looked, like something straight out of a western film.
âNo need to stop on my account,â he tipped his chin toward the cigarette on the ground, âI wonât snitch.â
His smile took on a shade of condescension, but the face seemed friendly enough. Then, to your surprise, he reached into his back pocket and retrieved something small and silver from it. He held it out to you.
âCourtesy of your husband,â he said.
You frowned. A flask?
âItâs not even noon,â you answered.
âBucky wanted me to relay the message that your mom invited a boatload more folks, and it donât seem theyâre fixinâ to leave anytime soon. Said you might need this.â
Gingerly, you accepted the gift and unscrewed the cap. You almost gagged when you got a whiff of pure vodka.
âFuckinâ A,â you coughed, âWhatâs this, nail polish remover?â
âStolichnaya. Canât talk shit until youâve tried it.â
Your eyes were still watering from the pungent stench of 80 proof spirits when you saw the manâs outstretched arm againâthis time, to shake your hand.
âJoey, by the way.â
You shook his hand and introduced yourself as well, blinking back a few tears.
âYouâre a friend of my husbandâs?â you asked.
âFrom the service, yeah. We go way back.â
You couldnât help but raise both brows in question.
âThe service,â you repeated.
âRussian Armed Forces,â Joey smiled.
And when the hell did Bucky plan on telling you he was a former foreign operative? You stared at the man before you in a medley of confusion and disbelief. Surely the thick Southern drawl had to mean he was joking.
âSorryâI thought you knew,â he said sheepishly.
Your husbandâs old comrade seemed genuinely contrite, blushing a shade of pink as he turned his gaze from you. You quickly regained your composure and flashed him a smile, insisting it was fine, just surprising to you is all.
âPerks of arranged marriage,â you said, âWeâre wed for life and I donât even know the guyâs job title.â
That earned a laugh from the tall, gaunt figure in front of you. His features visibly relaxed, and he wasnât smiling so smugly anymore. He motioned toward the bench.
âYou mind?â
âNot at all.â
You fished for a cigarette as Joey sat down beside you. When heâd taken a seat, you offered it to him, and he politely accepted.
With time, the two of you got to smoking and joking around with a little more ease. You didnât normally get to see that happenârarely seizing the opportunity to make friends of near-strangersâbut this weekend had already presented a bevy of firsts. What harm could a quick smoke break with Buckyâs old friend possibly do?
You found the man to be quick-witted and charming, if not marred by the slightest stain of conceit under the surface. He was objectively handsome: all cool, clean features with an unblemished demeanor and a set of brown eyes so light they almost appeared the color of honey in the sun. The only imperfection to be detected was a skewed, razor-thin scar on his chin. You werenât ashamed to admit he mightâve been your type maybe four or five years, and several degrees of naĂŻvetĂŠ, earlier. But you had Bucky now; not even the most sublime, finely-chiseled Adonis could set your sights off of him.
You continued to smoke and shoot the shit.
âSo youâre a Puritan, then?â Joey said at length.
âHuh?â You leaned back to stretch.
âYou havenât touched that flask.â
You glanced down at the silver canteen between you. You picked it up.
âHavenât been into straight liquor since college,â you shrugged.
âBut itâs your wedding weekend,â Joey smirked, âThink it says somewhere in the rule book youâve gotta be hammered the whole time.â
âDoes it? I mustâve missed that one,â you hummed.
Rather than answer you verbally, Buckyâs old friend opted to snag the flask from your fingers and unscrew the top himself. Made an unusually bold move and took your chin in his other hand.
âOpen.â
âNo!â
You bared a tight smile to be polite, but inside, you were more than a little put off by his behavior. Maybe this was some stupid rite of passage into their âbrotherhood.â You had to assume he was just being friendly.
âCâmon. Quit bitchinâ and open up,â he chuckled, pinching your face even tighter.
That left an even more sour taste in your mouth. You jerked your head to the left and were just about to inform the man itâd cost him nothing to fuck off and stay off, when a voice broke out through the foliage behind you.
âHoney? Hon, you there?â
Immediate relief at hearing your husbandâs voice.
You craned your neck to look around.
âIâm here, Bucky!â You waved an arm to try and get his attention, wherever he was.
It took him a second, but shortly, he appeared on the other side of some trees. He had a stern, if not slightly sallow, look on his face as he made his way over.
You turned back to Joey but found that heâd vanished. Your eyes scanned the beach, the lawn, even the bushes behind you and couldnât find a trace of him anywhere. All that was left was the flask.
âBucky, I justââ
âWe need to go,â your husband cut in.
His narrowed, steely gaze sent a jolt of apprehension through you.
âGo whââ
âNow, baby, please. Iâll tell you in the car.â
Your face dropped.
âWeâre leaving?â
Shortly, Steve trotted over. Bleak as youâd ever seen him with his hands balled in fists at his sides. And a deep-set scowl.
âWhole fuckinâ swarm of âem now,â he pronounced.
Bucky didnât wait to hear another word. He just grabbed your hand and joined his friend sprinting back up the lawn. You could barely keep apace with their steps and, still clinging to Bucky, almost tripped and stumbled.
âGet the fuck up,â Steve spat.
You tensed. For a second, your feet scarcely moved of their own accord as you trailed behind Bucky and felt a stabbing feeling in your gut. Buckyâs best man had surely been a little rough around the edges before, but never this needlessly cruel. What did you do?
Your husband delivered an uncharacteristically gruff shove to the manâs shoulder and made sure he felt it.
âDonât you start this shit again,â he said, âLay off.â
Steve ignored him entirely and took the lead around the hotelâs perimeter. You glanced to the throngs of partygoers still scattered along the veranda and saw similar looks of disquiet and alarm all around.
Just when a dozen different questions of what was going on, where were they taking you, and why the fuck did everyone look so afraid bubbled to the tip of your tongue, a thunderous sound brought you to a standstill.
At the opposite end of the plaza, a cluster of tents, tables, and catering stations all splintered apart in a single, headlong explosion. A bright red column of fire shot up toward the sky, and following its ascent rose a wave of shrill and horrified screams alongside it. A barrage of gunfire rained over the crowd, and before you could even spare a look toward its source, Bucky yanked you flat on the ground. Your hands and knees were shredded across pavement, had less than a second to register the pain, and were shortly made to snake along concrete and glass toward the garden down below.
You crawled, then crouched, then bounded down the lawn following Bucky and Steve like a bat out of hell. Another explosion sounded nearbyâthis time much closer, sending a shower of flames sailing through the air and all overâand whole droves of people just dropped. Facedown in the grass and covered in glass. Bucky clamped your hand in his own with a force that couldâve snapped it in two, but you didnât blink. All of your senses were kicked into overdrive and focalized, unflinching, on the sight of more carnage than you could comprehend.
âHere!â Steve called presently.
He caught sight of a jet black sedan at the edge of the lawn and held a hand up to Bucky. A set of keys were promptly pelted into his grasp, and the three of you closed in on the car, quick, without another word.
Bucky tore the back door open and practically flung you inside. He primed himself to climb in right after, when a set of footsteps and a shout held him locked in place.
âHangarâs clear.â
Sam, by the sound of it.
He jumped in shotgun while Steve seized the wheel. Bucky hadnât gotten the back door so much as halfway shut before the engine roared to life and the car lurched ahead. Not thinking, you grabbed hold of a seatbelt, but Bucky was quick to pull you in and jerk you down.
You werenât sure what youâd been expecting then, but it certainly wasnât your husbandâs weight crushing you from above as he pinned you to the floor of the car.
This wasnât the seamless, smart exit that the heroes of the action-packed stories always had. Bucky didnât hold you tight in his arms or cradle your head to his chest. He just draped the weight of his whole body over yours and begged you strenuously not to move or make a sound. By the looks of it, too, the car was tearing up the turf of the lawn and anything else that happened to cross its path; there was no rhyme or reason to Steveâs driving, it seemed, just frantic desperation and a will not to die.
Minutes, seconds, sights, and soundsâor what little of the world you could grasp from your cowered positionâall bled together in a haze. Your pulse leapt and throbbed between your ears, and little more could be heard above that sound apart from the thrum of Buckyâs own heart, the thunder of gunfire, and the wail of sirens, coming low and faint and far too late to make much difference now.
You pressed your nose to the floor and got a dizzying whiff of nylon and bleach. Would���ve like to retch but gritted your teeth instead, lying in silence and wondering without humor if the splinters, the soot, or the blood would be hardest to wash out of your white satin dress.
The price of admission to board Buckyâs Boeing 787 came surprisingly cheap: just sit back and be âpregnant.â
Youâd been flanked by medics as soon as you arrived at the hangarâa place tucked away just a few short miles from the hotel, where Bucky kept his aircraft for speedy escapes, apparentlyâand had been carried onto a jet. You didnât squirm or protest, just hung limply in their arms and let them tend to you however they needed.
After all, you looked like fucking Carrie White on prom night: coated in blood and stiff as a board. Sitting with a thousand-yard stare and a frozen, muted expression as you tried, and failed, to process what had just happened.
You watched Bucky kneel down in front of you and hardly saw him at all. You sensed him stroke your hair but felt it from a place somewhere far outside your body. Bizarre was an understatement. All you could do was blink.
âItâs notâ not her blood, is it?â your husband stammered, gesturing toward your dress.
âSome of it,â one nurse answered quietly.
Aw, hell. Bucky squatted on the floor and slotted himself between your knees, trying to get as close as possible so he could make you say something, even just see him. One of the attendants raised a warning look and placed a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off in a second.
âSheâs not looking at me,â Buckyâs lip visibly trembled as he drew you closer, âHoney, Iâm hereâ Iâm right hââ
âSheâs in shock.â Another voice came flatly.
Sure, shock works. In truth, your mind was floating somewhere even higher than the 43,000 feet the plane had ascended, and your brain had gone as soft as a clump of cotton candy in the rain. You couldnât speak, but you could think in bits and pieces. You blinked again.
âShe looks like death warmed over.â
Thank you, Steve.
Off to the side in a plush, leather seat of his own, the man nursed a scotch on the rocks and frowned. Bucky didnât have the strength to throw a punch or a pillow at his head and instead said only to shut the fuck up, man.
Your husband turned to the nurses again.
âSheâs pregnant.â
I beg your finest pardon? You blinked a bit harder.
âNo, sheâs not, Buck,â Sam said from down the aisle.
âWell, she could be,â Bucky chided, âWeâve been going at it like rabbits since theââ
âFuckâs sake,â Steve slapped a palm over his forehead. If you werenât currently balls-deep in a state of mental disarray you probably wouldâve done the same.
Bucky had made sure to tell all medical personnel aboard the plane that you wereâor very well could beâcarrying his child, so would you please take all precautionary measures possible? Sheâs my wife. You suspected if the doctors and nurses werenât all on Buckyâs payroll they probably wouldâve rolled their eyes and reminded him that all you needed were stitches, dressings, and extra fluids. And no, Mr. Barnes, your wife probably isnât pregnant, even if you think your sperm is âbuilt differentâ than most.
âSheâll be fine either way,â the medic on your left said, stifling a chuckle. Wondering if the man had ever taken a sex ed class in his years of prudish, private education.
Bucky wasnât convinced. Against all physicians�� wishes, he climbed up beside you in the seat and pulled you into his lap with both arms wrapped around your waist.
By turns, the world was coming back into focus for you. You met Buckyâs gaze for the first time, and the man looked overjoyed.
âSee? See? Sheâs back.â Bucky squeezed your hipâand immediately released it when you winced.
âMind the bandages, Mr. Barnes.â
Your caregivers pro tempore shot your husband a couple wry looks as they packed their supplies and started to leave, getting the sense that their boss wasnât going to stop badgering them, or you, anytime soon. That worked just fine for Bucky, because then he would get to hold you any way that he liked, as long as youâd let him.
Steve, on the other hand, didnât seem quite as thrilled.
Sam watched the medicsâ departure with a wary look.
âShe probably needs to rest, Bucky,â the latter said, careful with his words.
Buckyâs eyes never strayed from yours.
âSheâs okay, Sam. Sheâs good.â Perhaps speaking more to himself than anyone else. Steve shifted in his seat.
In your periphery, Mr. Wilson was approaching with a glass in his hand. You turned your head, and Bucky accepted the cup of water for you.
âFeelinâ alright?â Sam asked.
You tried to nod, but your husband was already cradling your head like a baby, urging you to take your first sip.
A spate of water splashed down the front of your dress. You shot Bucky a look as he hastily tried to dry it.
âSheâs not a child, Barnes,â Steve muttered.
âShould probably keep that elevated,â Sam cut in, nodding toward your swollen ankle, âWeâll get some ice.â
Sam tilted his head again, this time to motion to Steve. His friend pretended not to see him, and then Bucky was back on his feet, keen as ever,
âIâll go.â
He kissed the top of your head and assured you heâd be right back. Heâd just started off toward the door, when Sam hesitated. He flitted a quick look between you and Steve and looked like he wanted to say something, but Bucky was already ushering him out of the room.
When you turned to Steve, you understood why.
The man had you pinned with a stare that couldâve killed you ten times over, fisting his drink in a white-knuckled grip.
You watched him right back. Tried hard not to blink.
âSomething wrong?â
You werenât sure how youâd even mustered the strength to speak. Steve just brought it out of you, you figured.
âYou tell me.â Tone dripping with disdain.
You raked your gaze over the man for a second, finding him dressed head-to-toe in his three piece suitâmuddied with blood here and there, but still no worse for wear than youâd seen him an hour or two ago. It was that frown you couldnât shake.
What had you done to piss him off so much? Shit in his cornflakes? Step on his toe? Had he seen you with Joey and jumped to the worst possible conclusion? You sincerely couldnât make sense of the manâs indignation, so you wanted to ask him directly; before you could, though, Steve was interjecting, at length,
âWe shouldâve left you to die with the rest of your family.â
Your jaw slackened a bit.
âWhat?â
âYou, your mother, your two-timing shitstain of a father. Every one of you shouldâve stayed there to rot.â
Never mind the fact that heâd just wished you dead to your faceâwhat did he mean about your parents?
âBut theyâre coming with us. Bucky said,â you managed.
âHe did?â Steve grinned humorlessly, âHe lied, doll. Your folks are probably bound and gagged at the bottom of the ocean right now.â
That sent the first real wave of fear pulsing through you. You slowly rose to your feet but, feeling yourself restrained by the makeshift IV line stuck in your skin, you stopped. You plucked the needle out of your arm.
âWhat are you talking about?â
You drew closer to Steve, who only sat back and sipped his scotch with amusement.
âWhat? That wasnât part of the plan?â he quirked a brow, âDidnât think anyone would dare lay a finger on your precious, self-righteous fucking familyââ
You hardly even noticed youâd swatted Steveâs drink out of his hand until the glass went shattering on the floor. You blinked and raised a shaky, bruised finger about an inch from his face.
âThe fuck did you just say to me?â Your jaw was clenched so tight you had to speak through your teeth.
Steve was beaming.
The door to the room flew open, and Bucky and Sam strolled in with their ice packs and pillows. They stopped when they saw the glass on the floor and your figure looming over Steve.
âYou picked a real spitfire, Buck,â the blond called out, his hands raised in surrender as he smiled up at you.
Bucky seemed more surprised that you were able to stand, much less take that menacing stance over his friend, and he quickly tried to guide you back to your seat. You wouldnât budge.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?! Where are my parents?â You tried to shake your husband off as Steveâs grin grew even bigger.
âTheyâre fine, honey. Sit down, please,â Bucky mumbled.
âNo! He said they were dead!â you shot back, eyes never leaving the smug, smirking face that seemed to be enthralled by the spectacle in front of him.
âWhy donât you tell her, Buck? Girl deserves to know.â
âShut the fuck up, Rogers,â Sam uttered quietly.
âTell me what?â
âItâs nothing, your parents are fine,â Bucky seemed pensive now, gaze scanning the ceiling for a second as he tried to collect his thoughts. You shoved his hands off.
âDonât you fucking lie to me, James,â you said, diverting your attention to glare up at him, âWhatâs going on?â
âEither sheâs a world-class actress or she really doesnât have the first clue about this. Enlighten her.â Steve seemed a little more serene as he unscrewed a bottle of Talisker and reached for a second glass. You wouldâve liked to knock back one or twoâor tenâyourself.
You turned on your heels to face Bucky. At the moment, he seemed torn between imparting a death black stare on Steve and a placating, apologetic one to you. The tips of his ears were tinged pink.
âBabyââ He reached for you, but you pulled back.
âNo.â
You wouldnât ask him again. Your husband was wounded by the sight of your recoilâand perhaps by some painful truths heâd be compelled to share as wellâand he wrung his hands. Started to chew the inside of his cheek.
Sam snagged the scotch and made a heavy pour.
âWhyâd you marry him?â Steve said suddenly.
Buckyâs face dropped; you raised a brow in question. Before your husband could stop you, you answered,
âBecause my dad was in debt.â
âFor what?â
You paused.
âReal estate. Gambling. Fuck if I know.â
Steve nodded. Ignored Buckyâs sharp, reproachful gaze.
âAnd how much money did he owe?â he asked.
âSteve,â Sam warned.
âFour, five millionâmore than he could ever repay.â
This time, it was Steve to raise both brows as he mulled over your response. He almost looked surprised.
âYouâre forced to marry a man just to settle a debt and you donât even know the price that tight little bodyâs paying?â he scoffed.
His words hadnât hung in the air for much longer than a second before Bucky decked him, shoving him square in the chest and sending him stumbling back a couple steps. A splash of whiskey was quick to join the bloodstains adorning Steveâs tux, and the pile of broken glass on the floor grew even bigger. The man hardly flinched when Bucky shoved his head to the end table.
âSay it again.â Your husband sounded dispassionate as ever. Like this was something he was used to doing.
âShe shouldâve known!â Steve snapped anyway.
You shared a brief look with Sam but found his expression inscrutable. He kicked a few shards of glass with the toe of his shoe.
âI wasnât exactly in a place to negotiate,â you grumbled, âThey were going to kill my father if we didnât settle it, so I wasnât all that interested in knowing how much money my A1 cunt was gonna cost Bucky. Personally.â
If he could go low, you would go lower. Fuck him.
You saw Steve grin through a freshly busted lip and straighten himself back into a seated position. He wiped the blood with the pad of his thumb while Bucky seemed to contemplate swinging again. The look in your eye cautioned him against it.
âFair enough,â Steve conceded. He stopped to consider his wordsâones that wouldnât prompt Bucky to punch him directly in the throatâand looked to you, curious,
âWhy would the mob kill him over a few million dollars?â
You shrugged.
âHeâs a real estate broker. They probably knew he couldnât fork over that kind of cash.â
Something akin to a stifled chuckle and a cough sounded from Sam, while Steve outright broke out laughing. Even Buckyâs expression softened a little as he rubbed his knuckles and paced closer to you.
âWhat?â you spat, âDid I say something funny?â
Sam shook his head slowly, starting, âI donât thinkââ
âYour daddyâs a fucking gunrunner, sugar,â Steve wheezed, âHead of a multinational arms trafficking syndicateâmotherfucker is not selling houses.â
Your insides churned with a mixture of disbelief and revulsion, but you couldnât let them see that. When Bucky reached for your hand, you yanked it back again.
âAnd how the fuck would you know?â you said to Steve.
âWe work with him. Used to work for him, at one point,â Sam answered.
âAnd the man is horseshit at businessââSteve paused to see if Bucky had shot him a warning look but found your husband far too concerned with capturing your attentionââHe was $90 million in the hole when Bucky came to the rescue.â
âJames?â You finally turned to him.
âAnd your daddy didnât even owe the money to Bucky, he owed it to HYDRA,â Steve sneered.
âJames,â you pressed again.
You couldnât understand why your husband refused to speakâgoing as deadpan and radio silent as the night before. He stood there and watched you with a rigid, inflexible gaze.
âHYDRA as inâ the Russian mob?â you asked him.
âNo, the Girl Scouts,â Steve huffed, âYes, the mob.â
âSchrĂśderâs boys. Your dadâs been in business with them for yearsâowed them a lot of money,â Sam added.
âAnd your dad and Buckyâs dad have been friends even longer. So Bucky figured heâd do yours a favor and pay the debt himself.â Steve seemed eager to tell this story.
All the while, the hue of Buckyâs cheeks grew even deeperâlike he didnât want this coming to light. He sensed you wouldnât stand down until youâd heard the whole ugly truth, though, so he held your gaze and watched you grow more repulsed by the second.
âThen whyâd he need me? Just another bartering chip?â Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, âA pawn?â
âA peace offering,â Bucky said quietly.
Steve and Sam finally clammed up long enough to let him speak, but your husband seemed taciturn as ever.
âYour father didnât owe me anything. I wouldâve paid his debt and left it at that, but he insisted Iâ that we marry. He wanted an alliance no subsequent financial incentive could disrupt. He would take the money I gave him, pay HYDRA, and bow out of any future dealings with them. Our marriage was supposed to guarantee that.â
Bucky spoke slow, like every word was a labored breath. Hardly the same could be said for his friends.
âThat was until your dipshit weapons dealer daddy decided heâd have his cake and eat it too. Struck an even sweeter deal with HYDRA and played in our faces,â Steve said.
âAt the direction of Mr. SchrĂśder, your father tried to intercept a shipment bound for one of Buckyâs warehouses in Brooklyn,â Sam continued, âOnly problem is he fucked up the execution and cost SchrĂśder a dozen men and tens of millions of dollars in artillery and blow.â
âSo SchrĂśder paid him a visit today,â Bucky muttered.
Without realizing it, you found yourself sinking into the nearest seat and bringing a hand to lay flat on your stomach. You felt sick. More than woozy, truthfully. Your head was spinning and your stomach was twisting something terrible, as if youâd just ingested cyanide.
Fuck, did you need a drink.
You couldnât look at Bucky or Steve or Sam any longer.
You reached for your clutch and pulled out Joeyâs flask.
And, bloodlusting mobsters and outlaws be damned, the Russians knew how to make the hell out of some vodka. A single sniff of the stuff told you this was exactly what you would need to cope with your current situation.
âSo you think I had something to do with the new HYDRA deal?â you asked, âYou honestly thâFUCK!â
Bucky lunged for the flask in your hand before you could take a single pull. He snatched it away in the blink of an eye and shot you a look.
âLiquor? For our baby?â he barked.
You audibly groaned and were just about to tell him that his understanding of human reproduction was a crock of shit when you stopped. You saw his expression change.
âWhere did you get this?â Bucky asked, suddenly pale.
âYou, dumbass!â
âMe?â
Bucky was presently passing the flask around to his friends, who were eyeing a spot on the bottom of the container with shared looks of alarm.
âYour friend gave it to me earlier saying that you wanted me to have it,â you said.
All three men looked up at once.
âWhat friend?â Sam asked.
âJoey,â you answered, âBuckyâs friend from the army.â
If it were possible for your husband to get any paler his skin mightâve turned the color of cottage cheese. His eyes were wide with fear.
Then he was hurrying to your side. Taking your hand.
âWhat friend from the army? Whatâd he look like?â
You were still scanning Buckyâs face, trying to make sense of the apprehension etched into his features, when you managed,
âI-I dunno. Blond. Light brown eyes.â
âTall fella?â Steve asked.
âVery.â
âHave a German accent?â Sam pressed.
âNo, a real thick Southern accent,â you shook your head. It didnât occur to you then that it couldâve been fake.
You were about to turn your attention back to Bucky, brow still knit in confusion, when a vague memory crossed your mind. You looked up at Sam and Steve.
âHe had aââ You tapped your chin lightly, ââa little scar right here.â
You wouldâve thought youâd just announced you had a bomb strapped to your ass the way the three men reacted. Each wore identical looks of disbelief and muted horror, exchanging looks between themselves as if theyâd just discovered the Atlantic Oceanâand found the Loch Ness Monster lurking somewhere underneath.
Bucky looked the worst out of all of them. His face had drained of all expression and color as he stared at you.
âJoey?â he intoned feebly.
âYes,â you answeredâfeeling ineffectual, even dense, for not catching on to what the rest of them had discovered.
Fortunately, Sam wouldnât let you wallow in ignorance.
âJohann SchrĂśder,â he supplied in a second, âThe man you were talking to was Mr. SchrĂśder, head of HYDRA.â
Steve held the flask in his grasp for you to see the bottom, where a skull with six tentacles was engraved. Then he tipped the canister into a glass heâd taken in his other hand and watched a frothy pink liquid spill out.
âLooks to be a serum of his,â Steve said, hollow as youâd ever heard him, âKind of likeâŚroofies.â
âYou didnât drink any of it, did you?â Sam asked.
âNuh-uh. Bucky showed up right as he was trying to, uhâ to pour it in my mouth.â
A beat of silence gripped the room.
Bucky looked like he might burst a blood vessel, or someoneâs skull. Or both.
Still, he wouldnât speak to you.
The inside of your head was throbbing.
You almost preferred the ruthless, irate glint in Steveâs eye when heâd suspected you of being a traitor the first time around; this cloyingly sympathetic gaze he was giving you now had to be the most maddening thing. He and Sam both looked on at you like you were a victim. Like you were something to be pitied, or coddled, or left to the capable hands of your husbandâa motherfucker who couldnât even speak so much as a syllable to you.
You felt a pressure build, then swell, then peak between your temples, and you wanted to wince but couldnât stand the thought of looking weak in front of them.
Then your nose started to bleed.
That, at least, woke Bucky from his reverie as he fumbled around for a napkin and helped you to your feet. He looped an arm around your waist and led you off to the bathroom, his grip tightening on your frame with every step you took.
In two minutes flat, you were flooded with fifteen feet of toilet paper and tissues. Bucky cupped the back of your head in one of his broad, warm palms and kept it plastered there as he instructed you to hold it, honey, hang on, I can grab a few extra rolls right here and guided you toward a private area at the back of the plane.
You could scarcely see above the bunched up wads of Charmin Ultra Strong pressed close to your nose, but you trusted Bucky wouldnât lead you astray. You felt the welcome touch of a bed underneath you, and then your husband was helping you settle in amongst the pillows and the blankets and the rose petals that had been scattered around beforeânot entirely appropriate now, but a nice touch nonethelessâand slipping your shoes off your feet. You felt his hand graze your ankle, and then he was saying heâd be right back with those ice packs.
You reached for his hand before he could leave.
âI donât want it,â you said, your voice slightly muffled by the tissues, âWant you to talk to me, James.â
Buckyâs brow pinched inward. He kneeled down in front of you, where you were sitting on the edge of the bed.
âI amâ Iâm talking to you right now, honey, Iââ
âYou know what I mean.â
Bucky wiped his hand down his face and shook his head. Like he was trying to rid himself of a thought.
âI donât want to talk about HYDRA. Or your father,â he said simply.
âWhy not?â
âYouâre not in the right place to hear it.â
You plucked the toilet paper away from your face long enough to give him a stern glare.
âWeâre on a plane. Fleeing Greece. After you got curb-stomped in our honeymoon suite, our post-wedding brunch was bombed by the Russian mob, I was almost drugged by their leader, and my parents are probably as good as dead, if not being held for ransom, as we speak. Please tell me a better place to have this conversation.â
Bucky was left stumped for a second. Then he slowly rose back to his feet.
âOkay.â
Infuriating.
âOkay?â you snapped, âWe couldâve died five times today and all you can say is okay?â
âUh-huh.â
Fuck this guy. You wiped your nose and stood up too.
Bucky tried to nudge you back onto the bed, wary of the ever-growing number of bumps, bruises, and nosebleeds afflicting your body. He tensed when you nudged him right back.
âI need to see my family,â You stood firm, âAs soon as we land wherever it is weâre going, Iâm on the first flight back to New Yorkâor wherever they are.â
You dabbed at your nose once more and looked up at him.
âNo, youâre not,â Bucky returned.
âWhat? Youâre gonna stop me?â
âYes, I will.â
The worst part was he wasnât even smug about it. Just calm and self-assured. You flung your tissues to the side and threw your hands up in exasperation, feeling the need to step away from him and start pacing the room. The manâs reticence was grating on your nerves.
âWhy bother, Buck?â you snorted, âItâs not like Iâm even your wife, really. Iâm just a peace offering that you get to bend over and fuck every now and then, right?â
You turned to make your first circuit around the foot of the bed but were shortly met with the expanse of Buckyâs chest. You looked up to find him frowning.
âDonât say that again,â he glowered down at you.
Unlike most times before, you didnât flinch. When he reached for your wrists, you didnât let him win.
âIâm not your wife,â you repeated, âWe may be playing the most fucked up game of mob charades, but this is not a real marriage.â
You ignored Buckyâs evident desire to grab hold of something of yours and side-stepped easily, expanding the gap between you two as much as you could. It was almost amusing to see him not in control for once, and floundering to recover what semblance of it he could.
âYou are my wife,â he insisted, frown growing deeper as you crept along the edge of the room, âEverything I do now is for youâitâs not a goddamn game to me.â
âYou used me for some Machiavellian marriage ploy! That is the definition of a game, James!â
âI donât even know what the fuck that means,â Bucky said, âBut I love you.â
âYou met me yesterday, motherfucker!â
You could feel another bloody nose rising in your bones. You turned around, swiped your lip with the back of your hand and were surprised to see nothing there. You waited for the bleeding to start back up again. When you turned, Bucky had closed the distance between you and was holding something in his hand.
Before you could protest, he was smoothing the thing over your faceâapparently heâd grabbed a washcloth and dampened itâand laced his fingers through the hair at the back of your head. He held you firmly as he blotted the blood.
âIs it so hard to believe that I love you?â he asked quietly.
He was trying hard to placate you, but his actions were having just the opposite effect. You let him wipe the blood from your face but watched him begrudgingly.
âYou want someone to control, Bucky,â you said, âLove is not a power play that you get to manipulate at will.â
Bucky blinked, trying to conjure up a response as he daubed the skin with a little more force. You werenât finished.
âYou look at me and see a victim. Someone you need to watch overâ who canât take care of themseââ
âThatâs not true.â
âReally? Thatâs not what a âgood little wifeâ is to you?â you retorted.
At last, Bucky tossed the hand towel to the side and ran a hand through his hair. He stepped toward the dresser, shrugging off his suit jacket.
âThatâs aâ a bit I do when Iâm horny. I donât actually want you subservient to me,â he muttered as he looked around for a hanger. Finally, he just draped the coat over the back of a chair and sighed.
âSo holding me hostage from my family is a bit, too?â you quizzed.
âTo keep you safe from the people who tried to kill them. Iâm sorry I donât want to see you butchered because of me,â Bucky returned with just as much biting sarcasm.
âThatâs rich coming from you.â You despised the indignation in your tone but couldnât help it. These thoughts had been brewing inside your skull for hours. You watched Bucky struggle to undo his bow tieâjust like the night beforeâand, again, your brain barely registered the action before you were reaching for the garment and tugging at the fabric to loosen it yourself.
âWhat are you talking about?â Bucky asked, brow furrowed.
âLast night,â you yanked harder than you meant to. The knot just got tighter, âAnd today. Tonight. Youâre as still as the fucking grave and wonât say a word when something bad is happening. You just let it happen.â
You tried to pry your fingers through the tie but found it stiff as ever. You groaned inwardly.
âNo, I donât,â Bucky objected.
âYouâre doing it right now! You wouldnât tell me about HYDRA, or my father, or the guy who couldâveâ hurt me. You didnât say a word of that to me, and you expect me to believe weâre in this together? That youâre trying to keep me safe? You couldnât evenââ you paused to pull at that stupid tie your husband had tangled about four times over, finally feeling it give way a littleââcouldnât even pretend to give a fuck when those men broke in last night and almost killed us!â
Just as you freed the silk from its knot, Bucky seized your wrist. Shoved your hand off of his collar.
âI had to do that,â he snapped.
He threw his tie to the floor and started to unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves. The sight of his broad, veiny forearms were only visible to you for a second before he headed toward the closet, peeling off bits and pieces of his ensemble as he walked.
âYou didnât do anything, Bucky! You just sat there and got the shit beat out of you for no fucking reason! You didnât even try to fight back.â
Bucky had just muscled his way out of the confines of his dress shirt, leaving him in a tight, plain white tee. He turned to you with what seemed like the most pointed look of disdain.
âYou think I wanted to do that?!â he barked. Suddenly facing you head-on, skin flushed a shade just shy of crimson.
âYou were too chickenshit. Didnât wanna get your hands dirty, so you let Sam do it for you,â you seethed.
Your husband looked as though he wanted to put his fist through a wall and pummel it several times over. Seemed like he did, anyway. In truth, he didnât moveâjust watched you with the most cruel, unflinching gaze as he clenched his jaw.
âIâm chickenshit?â he repeated.
âYeah. Coward,â you spat.
âToo much of a coward to keep you safe?â
âPrecisely.â
At long last, you saw Bucky smile. It was the tightest, most humorless grin that had ever crossed his lips, but it was a smile nonetheless. He raised a hand over your head and bracketed his arm against the wall so he was leaning over you. Not meant to intimidate per se, but the sight of that smirk was unnerving, to say the least.
âDid you hear what language they spoke?â he asked, voice unbearably low as he drew his face closer to yours.
âIt sounded likeââ
âRussian, thatâs right,â Bucky cut in, âDo you know what they said to me when they pulled us to the floor?â
You swallowed and said nothing. Buckyâs breaths were fanning hot across your cheeks, sending waves of a strange sensation all throughout your bodyâyou werenât sure if you were meant to be aroused or scared shitless.
âThey told me, âIf you move, weâll kill her,ââ Bucky deadpanned as he began to trace the wallpaper beside your head with a single, bloodied finger, ââIf you fight, weâll dismember her and set fire to every piece of her body in front of you.â Or something to that effect.â
The repetition of their words seared your veins like a legion of flames. You could picture them saying it. Grabbing hold of Buckyâs head by the roots of his hair and beating him over and over and over, threatening your life if he made a single move to stop it.
âBuckyââ you started.
âI know they meant it, too. HYDRA operatives make good on their promises if they really set out to harm someone.â
Your husbandâs grin had transformed into something more of a crooked, downcast grimace, just baring his teeth as he tried not to lose his composure. Guilt flooded his face.
âI know I shouldâve told you then. And after. I shouldâve told you about your father as soon as Steveâs informant told us. I justââ Bucky stopped to swallow; he couldnât meet your gazeââI didnât want that hanging over your head. Not after everything that happened last night.â
It was like a blade had just twisted in your stomach. Your throat ached. You wanted to touch him but were almost too scared to ask. He looked so fragile.
âI am a coward. And controlling. Probably the most chickenshit, overbearing son of a bitch you couldâve been unfortunate enough to marry.â For a moment, Buckyâs gaze flickered to yours, and you saw a blooming red hue around the blues of his irises, âBut thatâs not how Iâm supposed to love youâor going to love you.â
You werenât sure how to reply; you tried raising a hand to his cheek, just to touch the skin, but decided against it.
âIâve been a shit husband, fake or not. Iâm sorry.â
Fake husband maybe, but the look on his face was intractably authentic. Palpable. He blinked as though trying to clear the warm and heady feelings from his expressionâsuddenly not wanting you to see the shades of his emotions painted thereâand focused instead on a few stray strands of hair that had blown over your face. He got very invested in those, all of a sudden.
While your husband stroked the corners of your face and fixed his gaze away from yours, you felt the smallest prick of warmth spark within you. Bucky looked soft and serene and sincere in his apology, defenseless now as he grazed his knuckles over your cheek and said it again,
âIâm sorry, honey. Iâm so sorry.â
He paired his apology with a rapid succession of little kisses pressed to your forehead, moving his hand to the nape of your neck to pull you closer to him.
You wanted to touch him, too. You almost felt as though you didnât know how.
So you stood there and accepted his affections and tried to nod your head when he asked if you were alright, were you hurting any, baby? You leaned into the gentle pressure of his fingertips taking stock of every cut and bruise youâd sustained over the course of that day, watched Buckyâs brow furrow with each new discovery, and tried not to let his touch stray far down your body.
You wanted to be the one with your hands on himânow more than ever.
When Buckyâs hand trailed over your chin, you tilted your head just slightly to kiss it. Your husband didnât think much of it, just smiling down as tender as he always did, when your lips really grazed over the skin. You pressed a kiss to his finger and wordlessly urged him to move it further. Now it was Buckyâs turn to be at a loss for what to do as you took the tip of his thumb between your lips and suckled it, gently.
âHoney,â he let out a sigh, half-encouragement and half-warningâwhat were you trying to do?
You glided your mouth down his finger so half of his thumb was enveloped inside. You sucked it again.
âYou canâtâŚâ Bucky maintained feebly, eyes briefly scouring all the cuts and bruises across your skin. He didnât want to see you strain yourself any further.
But whatever pain this might cause was ancillary to you; you curled your tongue around the digit and moaned lightly.
The taste of one finger alone was enough to send you into a frenzy. That and the fact that he had been so open and honest and attentive to your needs made every bone in your body want to jump his. Something about a man taking accountability for his actions and communicating them in a way that didnât intimidate or belittle you was refreshing. Sexy, almost. Admittedly, the bar for mob boss husbands was hovering somewhere deep in hell, but you admired Buckyâs efforts all the same.
You popped his thumb out of your mouth and smiled.
âYou worry too much, Mr. Barnes.â
The echo of his words from earlierâthe ones heâd said as he was railing you against a mirrorâmade Buckyâs cock twitch. His gaze trailed down to the sheen of saliva on your lip, and he almost folded on the spot. He swallowed.
âDonât wanna hurt you, bunny,â he murmured as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth and peered up at him.
âHurt me how?â
You really hadnât meant to sound like such a tease when youâd said it, but it was hard not to come across that way when you were watching him like that.
And sinking to your knees, with your eyes glued on his.
Bucky sucked in a breath as you kneeled between his feet and nudged the seam of his pants with your nose. He felt so big against your face, you almost couldnât fathom how heâd fit inside of you the night before. You were amazed how quickly heâd gotten hardâas if the two of you werenât just having a heart-to-heart a second agoâand you felt your own arousal pool in your panties.
âYou know I donât mind if it hurts. Love the way you stretch me out anyhow,â you continued, and tried not to smirk as you imagined a dozen filthy images from last night flash before Buckyâs mind.
You heard him stifle a groan when you ghosted your lips over the bulge in his pants and felt him swell even more. Your mouth watered at the sound, the sensation, the raw anticipation of what was to come and knowing that you got to dictate what happened. You undid the button and the zip of his pants and damn near drooled at the sight.
Even confined to his boxers, Bucky looked fucking huge.
Suddenly, you began to understand how needy he had been the night before when heâd first wedged his face between your legs and gotten a taste of you. You hadnât so much as sampled an inch of his cock, and you were already aching to swallow him whole.
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â Bucky grunted as he planted a hand on the wall in front of him. You kissed the outline of his clothed erection and earned a full-throated groan.
Well, that makes two of us, you wanted to say but were too busy palming him through his boxers to utter a word. Soaking in the sight of him with every sweet, soft groan he made and wanting to be the reason for even more.
âCan I take you in my mouth, daddy?â you asked softly.
Bucky flattened his palm against the wall and nodded. Beyond words as you worked him out of his boxers.
For one, fleeting moment, you almost wanted to walk back your big talk when his cock sprung out of the fabric. You really hadnât seen his length at all last nightâtoo busy having it stuffed inside your cunt to get a good lookâbut holy shit was it an intimidating sight. You werenât sure if it was just the nerves of this being your first time giving head or if Bucky truly was that massive, but you felt your courage start to crumble before your eyes.
My husband is hung like a fucking horse and Iâve never fit anything bigger than a couple fingers in my mouth. This should go well.
Bucky was evidently so turned on that he didnât notice the apprehension in your expression. After all, you were moving your lips down his cock and seizing the base of him with what looked like excitement.
Should IâŚlick it first?
It seemed you would have to learn all of this on the job. You stuck your tongue out and ran it up the length of his shaft.
When Bucky groaned in response, you sensed that that was okay. You pressed a few kisses on the underside of his member and scrambled to think of what else to do.
âFuck, baby,â your husband let out the most guttural sound as you squeezed his length in your hand. Then, to your surprise, he seized a fistful of your hair between his fingers and rutted his hips, pushing the head of himself against your lips, âTake me in your mouth.â
You heard the Kill Bill sirens blare between your ears but said nothing. You could do thisâyouâd be fine.
Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and Bucky gripped your hair even tighter. Let out a deep, satisfied moan like this was exactly what he needed. You liked that noise and wanted to take him even further.
What you didnât expect was four more inches shoved inside your mouth before you could stop to take a breath.
The whole girth of his cock made a sharp intrusion, causing your cheeks to stretch and hollow out around him. The head of his member barely grazed the back of your throat, and still, you gagged. And not only gagged but choked, as though someone had just tried to scrub your tonsils with a fine-bristle toothbrush. Unfortunately for you, Buckyâs dick did not taste like spearmint.
He pulled his cock out as quickly as heâd pushed it in.
âSorry. Shit, sorry.â Bucky blinked twice to get out of that blissed-out headspace and shot you a sheepish look.
The man had rarely been obliged to slow down or take five when his old, ever-changing flavors of the night sucked him off beforeâmost blew him without trouble. But you, kneeling there batting your lashes through a few more tears than expected, seemed uncertain. Even half of his shaft made for a tight fit in your mouth, Bucky thought with some guilty feelings of arousal. He watched you wipe your chin with the back of your hand and frown.
âWe donât have to do this if you donât want to, baby,â Bucky said, stroking the top of your head.
Suddenly, the frown was turned in his direction.
You raised a brow.
âWhy? That all you got, Barnes?â
Bucky couldnât help but chuckleâand grunt, a littleâwhen you grabbed the base of his cock and brought it down to your swollen pout. His hand instinctively moved back to the wall.
âHoney, are you sââ
He stopped the second you rubbed him up and down and pressed a kiss on the most sensitive skin.
âMy mouth isnât made of paper mâchĂŠ. You can fuck it a little harder than that,â you said, running your touch down his length while holding his gaze. You looked eager.
Before Bucky could respond, you took the tip of his cock between your lips. Flattened your tongue and glided your mouth down as far as it could go before your cheeks started to hurtâthen bobbed your head even further. One of your husbandâs hands made a fist in your hair while the other scraped the wall, and you could tell it was taking some serious effort not to rut his hips out of habit.
Be gentle, be gentle, your dick barely fits in her mouthâ
ââfucking hell you feel good,â he groaned.
Bucky took one look and could have cum on the spot.
It was one thing to feel you licking and sucking and stretching to accommodate his length, and another thing entirely to see you knelt in front of him with the worldâs sweetest gaze, mouth stuffed full of his cock and eyes all but rolling back at the overwhelming sensation. Youâd nearly made it all the way to the short tufts of hair on his lower abdomenâand looked so pretty doing it.
Bucky fucking loved it. And you. And fucking you, your face, any place he could fit himself, quite frankly. He stared down at you struggling to take his cock and felt a strange new wave of desire pulsing through his body.
âYou like that, doll? Like when daddy fucks that slutty little mouth of yours?â
âBarely fits but you take it so well, bunny.â
âMy good little wife and her pretty fucking mouthâlikes sucking daddyâs cock however deep he needs it, huh?â
You liked it more than the air in your lungs, to be honest. Only problem was you couldnât quite speak your mind with your mouth full of Bucky, so you had only to nod. Your husband groaned when you hummed along his length and bobbed your head to answer âyes.â He saw you try not to gag and decided to thrust a little deeper.
He watched his cock drag back and forth along your tongue and took hold of your hair like a vice, fucking your face until your chin and cheeks were drenched with spit. Every now and then heâd pull his cock out just long enough to ask how bad you wanted him in your mouth, how desperate you were to taste him again, and every time youâd answer a little more sweetly and incoherently than before, eyes glazed with desire and mouth open for more.
You were amazed youâd lasted as long as you hadâhow quickly youâd devolved into this pliable, doe-eyed cocksleeve for Bucky and how keenly you desired to please him even more. It felt pornographic and lewd and somehow still loving as he plowed in and out of your mouth and sang your praises like no man had before.
Above you, Bucky was aching for release but adamant that he wouldnât cum down your throatânot yet, at least.
His mind was alight with those pesky, primal thoughts again, and every time he watched you swallow him whole, he just wanted to fuck his cum someplace else.
Bucky wasnât sure if he was smitten or simply dominated by carnal desire; all he knew was that he wanted to give you his babies.
Lots and lots of babies.
A hundred or more, if he had it his way.
Again, you barely had a chance to take a fresh breath before Bucky threw you onto the bed. Youâd just tried to steady yourself in a semi-seated position when the man shoved you back in the pillows and slotted himself between your legs, pupils blown wide with hunger.
In a blink, you were flipped onto your stomach with your ass yanked high in the air. Back made to arch, toes about to curl, you closed your eyes and sank your teeth into the sheets, moments away from begging your husband to fuck you right then and there, but Bucky had other plans. He seized the hair at the crown of your head and jerked your head to face forward.
The first thing to greet you was your own reflectionâin a floor-to-ceiling mirror at the foot of the bedâfollowed by Buckyâs broad form steadying behind you. You watched him wet his lips, furrow his brow, and use one careful hand to guide the head of his cock to your entrance. Completely piqued with arousal as you were, weeping beads of desire from that place between your legs, you almost wanted to buck your hips and fuck him yourself.
You refrained.
Bucky pressed the tip of himself to your clit and met your gaze in the mirror when you let out a whimper.
âYou didnât mean it, did you?â he asked, tone suddenly dropped to that of a stoic.
âMean what?â
It took an unbelievable amount of willpower to fight the moan in your throat when Bucky dragged his cock down the seam of your cunt and rubbed every hot, throbbing inch of himself in the slickness between your folds. You were quick to take the sheets in your hands and squeeze as tight as you couldâyou wouldnât let him win that easy.
âWhen you said you werenât my wife. Did you mean it?â Bucky was coating himself now, rolling his hips back and forth while you seized the white linens for dear life.
âNo. I didnât,â you said through your teeth. Your eyelids fluttered with the feel of him circling your sensitive hole.
âDo you want to be my wife?â Bucky had to have known it was an asinine question, but he asked it all the same.
âYes.â
âYou do?â
âI do. I do. Now will you just fuck me already?â
In response, and as if to make a mockery of your request, Bucky just pressed the head of his cock inside you and watched you close in the mirrorâdaring your hips to move back another inch.
âWhat else do you want to be, doll?â
To say your mind was an empty slate bare of anything but the desire to be fucked was an understatement. You fumbled to find words.
âYour wife, your girlâ thatâs it, Bucky.â
Your husband nudged his cock a little deeper.
âA good girl?â he hummed.
âYes, daddy,â you cried and clenched around him.
Bucky stayed where he was and stretched your wet, aching hole with just his tip, making the worldâs most shallow thrusts as he flattened his hand on your back and made sure it stayed arched while he teased you.
At this point, you didnât care what the man saw or heard. You fought with your hips and whined into the sheets.
âBucky!â
âWanna be my obedient little cockslut?â he asked.
âUh-huh.â
âMy bunny?â
âYes, James.â Your cheeks were enflamed, almost hot to the touch.
Bucky suddenly drove himself inside you all the way to the hilt. He squeezed your hip in one hand and with the other slipped a finger between your folds to rub vicious, tight circles against your clit as you bucked and moaned beneath his touch.
âHow about a momma?â he pressed, almost too low to be heard, âWanna be that, too?â
His hips fell into a quick and easy rhythm against your ass, stretching you wide and filling you up almost seamlessly. Your mind was too consumed with pleasure and him to think much else, but barely, you managed,
âW-what?â
Bucky delivered a thrust that knocked the breath from your chest, leaning down to rub your clit even harder.
âDo you want to be a mommy? Have me fill you up and put my baby inside you?â
Oh, fuck. Fuckingâwhat the fuck? Your toes curled as a new jolt of pleasure shot through you, and your gaze locked with Buckyâs in the mirror. He knew exactly what he was doing.
âNoâ James, weâre not, shitââ you stopped to take a breath as he fucked you rough from behind, smirking the whole time, âWeâre not ready for that.â
âLook prettyâŚready to me,â Bucky stifled a groan when you squeezed around him and made obscene little noises sliding up and down his cock. He watched the way your pretty, wet pussy stretched and swallowed him down to the base and imagined it dripping with his cum. He snapped his hips against your ass even faster.
It wasnât clear just who was more overcome with desireâboth of you blissed out and fuckdrunk as youâd ever beenâand then Bucky flipped you onto your back.
He wanted to see your face as he fucked you slow this time, lips hovering mere inches from your own as he dragged his cock gently in and out of you.
âJames,â you breathed, digging your heels in his back with a wordless plea to speed up, baby, please.
In truth, you just knew what would happen if Bucky had the advantage of slow and soft sex with a mouth lowered close to your ear. How heâd shower you with kisses and bring you right to the edge, rolling his hips against your body with strings of sweet praises flowing fast off his tongue.
âJust one, honey,â he mumbled, lips grazing the edge of your jaw, âOne baby and I promise weâll be done.â
Yeah fucking right, you wanted to return with a roll of your eyes but felt your insides churn as he grazed that spot.
âCan you do that for me, doll?â he eased his dick back and forth and snaked a hand between your bodies until his palm was laying flat on your stomach, âFit my baby in there?â
You couldnât deny the feelings of pleasure were heightened to no end when he rubbed the heel of his palm into your tummy and continued to rut into you. That feeling of fullness, the delicate nudge against your most sensitive place, paired with the warmth of Buckyâs hand on your lower abdomen, was as close to euphoric as youâd ever felt before orgasm, and it wasnât hard to tell from the way your body responded. Bucky worked his touch even deeper and watched you writhe beneath him.
âMy sweet girl,â he cooed, rubbing that spot, âYouâd look so pretty all swole up down here, donât you think?â
Fucking hell, this guy was good. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to shake your head.
âSomeoneâŚtried to kill usâŚtwice in the last twenty four hours,â you managed between labored breaths. Trying not to whimper when the head of Buckyâs cock kissed your cervix and you felt him bottom out inside you.
Balls deep and enamored with the expression on your face, Bucky laid a kiss on your forehead and smiled.
âIâll take SchrĂśderâs life with my own two hands if it means keeping youââ he paused to press his palm even firmer on your stomach, ââand our child safe, honey.â
You wanted to believe him. You sincerely hoped your husband could make good on his promiseâeven if it meant delivering an agonizing, bloody death to a man you barely knewâbut you sensed deep down that there were no guarantees in the world Bucky Barnes inhabited. From what little youâd seen in the last day and a half, it had become clear as ever that there were no certainties; no promise of tomorrow, much less a probability that things would pan out exactly as you planned. Add to that a living, breathing child between you two, and the prospects for a safe, secure, and peaceful future were small. Infinitesimally so, in the grand scheme of things.
âNo, Bucky,â you finally opened your eyes to find his tender gaze watching over you. Still moving his hips gently, still blanketing your body with his own, âThatâs entirely justâ just irresponsible. You know it would be.â
âMaking a child together?â Bucky seemed wounded saying the words.
And, in spite of the serious turn your conversation had taken, you could see and feel with the growing pace of your breaths that both of you were close. You wanted more than anything to repair that muted, injured look in his eyes, but then Bucky was blinking it away, to the best of his abilities, and lowering his head back down to yours to impart a soft barrage of kisses along your skin. He resumed before you could even think to speak again.
âOkay. No, youâre right. Itâs your choice, my love,â he murmured against your cheek, getting back into the more deliberate rhythm of his thrusts before. He stayed there holding his body and his lips as close to yours as possible, and when you felt tempted to say something again, you found the sound drowned by a cresting wave of pleasure.
Your legs tightened around Buckyâs sides, and your head fell back on the bed. You felt Buckyâs drop right beside you, turned just slightly to graze his lips against your ear.
âGonna cum for me, doll?â
You nodded.
âSo close, Bucky,â you breathed, a tremor passing over your thighs as they squeezed him even tighter.
You felt your husbandâs hand move from your belly to a place just below itâtaking care to bring the pad of his thumb to that wet, aching bundle of nervesâand started drawing circles. Your back arched from the bed, into him, and the coil of pleasure in your lower half swelled.
âGood girl,â Bucky growled, âGood fuckinâ girl, taking me so well.â
The praises and gentle circuits of his thumb continued as he fucked you harder into the bed and panted against your skin. Increasing the speed of his thrusts before catching your mouth in a sloppy kiss, body sinking into yours.
âGonna make a mess of this cock, huh? Show daddy just how much you love it?â
You whined in response, feeling your muscles start to ache from how hard your legs were wrapped around him. Bucky invaded your mouth with his tongue, kissing and licking and craving your taste as he fucked you stupidâand begged for your release.
âCum for daddy, honey, I know you got it. Let daddy feel it, baby, please.â
A couple more snaps of his hips and you gave him just that: a hot, cascading ripple of bliss spreading all throughout your body, sending your mind in spirals and every muscle under your command a tense, throbbing mess. You swallowed a scream and took a bite of Buckyâs shoulder instead, causing the man above you to grin and fuck you harder.
âThatâs my girl,â he mumbled with an audible hint of pride.
The smile only started to waver when his own release was coming close. Suddenly, his grip was moving to your hip and pinning you down to the bed, brows pinching in and breaths starting to hitch.
âHoneyâ honey,â he said, voice strained, âBaby, youâ you gotta let go of yourâ ah, fuck.â
Still riding out the highs of your orgasm, you hardly even noticed how tight you were holding him with your legs, and shortly, this raised issues for Bucky, who was trying like hell to heed your wishes and not cum inside you.
âBaby, let go, I gottaââ
He probably couldâve fought to shake you off a little harder, been a bit more adamant about his efforts, but you looked so comfortable and lithe and sweet beneath his frame, so blissed out and happy to be taking his strokes, Bucky almost had to pinch himself to rouse his lust-addled brain to action and remind himself that this was how babies are made, man, get the fuck off of her.
Bucky let out a long, strangled groan as the ropes of cum left his body before he could think, or move, fast enough.
He hastily pushed your legs away and pulled out, but not before painting your walls with a good portion of his load. His hand fell to his cock and started jerking the rest of it out over your stomach, body washing with pleasure.
Vaguely, thoughts of babies and ballgames and neat white picket fences crossed his mind, but those views were fleeting; he remembered what youâd told him and forced himself back to earth, dropping a quick, apologetic kiss to the side of your face.
âIâm sorry. Shouldâve pulled out quicker,â Bucky panted against your neck.
You stroked his bicep and shook your head.
âYouâre fine. I kinda had you down like a boa constrictor for a second,â you breathed and shared a weary laugh.
Before you knew it, Bucky was sliding off the bed and shuffling toward the bathroom in search of a towel. You prodded the warm, gooey mess on your belly with your finger and raised an eyebrow. Curious, and only slightly worried.
Bucky had been hitting it raw for a day nowâsurely one more half-load of his wouldnât get you pregnant, right?
Fortunately, you didnât have much longer to ponder that thought because a trill of a ringtone sounded from the nightstand.
A phone call? At 45,000 feet?
âJust the intercom,â Bucky called out, âProbably Steve about to start complaining that we fuck too loud.â
Huh. You stared at the trimline-looking telephone on the table and let it ring. Then the sound stopped.
âYou think they could hear us?â you asked.
Bucky had just wet a washcloth under the sink and was rifling through the cabinets for something else.
âHope so,â he said with a shrug, âYou know Iâd never miss a chance to let âem know I took a trip to poundtownââ
âPlease never say that again,â you groaned, closing your eyes in sudden fear of what Steve and Sam may or may not have just been made privy to outside of the room.
You were just about to speak up againâperhaps to tell your husband there would be an indefinite travel ban to poundtown if he didnât hurry the fuck up with that towelâwhen the intercomâs jarring peal started up once more.
Fuck this. Ignoring the sticky-sweet puddle of love still painted on your stomach, you sat up and crawled over to the phone and ripped it off the hook.
âBarnes residence,â you announced without ceremony. Then, imagining how smug Steve was probably looking on the other end of that line, you decided to be crass and add, âBucky Barnes is very busy laying pipe on his wife right now, but if you could leave your name and number, heâll be sure to call you back as soon as possible!â
You heard the caller burst out laughing, and you smiled to yourself. Pleased to have made an otherwise moody and brooding Steve Rogers crack at one of your jokes, you were just about to hang up when the caller cut in.
Bucky was returning with your towel in hand, lips curled in the faintest of smirks at hearing your crude declaration, when he stopped at the foot of the bed.
He saw the smile fall from your face, and his did, too.
From the other end of the line, a soft and familiar Southern drawl crawled out of the phoneâs receiver.
âSure thing, doll. Tell him itâs Joey SchrĂśder calling.â
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Home Cooked Meal
CHAPTER 4 | ASHES TO EMBERS
can be read as a stand alone :)
PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Smut (finally) - dirty talk, pet names, oral f and m receiving, fingering, tit play, praise kink, hand kink?, ball play, hair pulling, unprotected PinV sex, aftercare, reader and bucky have dinner, swearing, fluff, let me know if i missed anything!
SUMMARY: You surprise Bucky with a home cooked meal after his shift, and itâs the best damn thing heâs had in years. The pasta was pretty good too.
WORD COUNT: 10550 (ngl i rechecked this three times cuz i didnât think i wrote this much but turns out i did in fact write over 10k words im sorry lmao)
PREVIOUS CHAPTER // NEXT CHAPTER
Call me when you get home x
Your text still sits on Buckyâs lock screen, read but not opened, as he gets changed out of his work clothes.
Itâs fair to say that the message intrigued him when he first read it half an hour ago, just before he left the firehouse. His legs sped up your building stairwell faster than normal, desperate to find out why youâre awaiting his call.
Knowing you would have said so if you were in immediate danger, Bucky sifts through the multitude of possibilities that await him on the other side of the ring tone; none of which ease the butterflies in his stomach.
He walks to his kitchen, phone in hand, to get a glass of orange juice. Pulling up your contact page, he presses âcallâ and grabs the carton of juice from the fridge door.
You answer after just one ring, eager to hear his voice.
âHey, Barnes!â God, Bucky loves your voice.
âDoll.â His voice is soft, tone rising at the end with curiosity. âYou asked me to call, whatâs up?â
The firefighter swoons at the adorable giggle you let out, the sound distant from the mic as though youâve tried to hide it. âI was worried you didnât see my text.â You admit.
Bucky pictures you biting your lip anxiously, an accurate prediction for your current state.
âWhat are you doing right now?â
Glancing down at the yet-to-be-filled glass in front of him, Bucky leans a hand against the kitchen island. âJust about to get a drink, what are-â
âDonât!â You cut in. âDonât get a drink, I need you to come over.â
âWhat, now? Whatâs wrong?â
âNothings wrong, James. Just come knock, okay? Iâll see you in a minute!â
And with that, the call cuts off with a dull beep; Bucky brings the phone down from his ear and stares at it in confusion. Youâre being weird, never having hung up on him like that before.
Alpine meows from above the fridge, drawing her ownerâs attention away from the phone, only to tilt her head at him.
Even Alps is confused.
Deciding to just do what you told, Bucky slips his phone into the pocket of his dark jeans, returns the orange juice to the fridge and sets off for the front door. He finds himself checking over his appearance in the entry way mirror, eyes scanning over his outfit before he smooths out his hair.
Although he wonât admit it, Buckyâs spent a lot more time in front of that mirror lately; checking his collar isnât twisted, his hair isnât too messy and thereâs nothing stuck in his teeth. The need to look good, to look good for you, hasnât gone unnoticed by his colleagues.
He considers using the spare key you gave him and letting himself into your apartment but shakes the thought away.
She asked you to knock, Bucky. Not break in.
With one final nod in the mirror, Bucky leaves his apartment, stepping into the hallway heâs spent so many mornings and nights in with you.
Old jazz music greets his ears when he approaches your door, the soft melody sneaking through the cracks of the door frame. Bucky smiles to himself at the thought of you dancing in your kitchen, heart warming when he notices your humming.
Knocking thrice, the firefighter steps back and nervously stuffs his hands into his pockets. You always make him nervous, those darn butterflies stirring in his stomach whenever heâs about to see you. And when he does see you. Actually, theyâre there even when he imagines seeing you.
He takes a breath when he hears you shuffling up to the door, but nothing could prepare him for the sight when it swings open.
Rusty red fabric flows from your neckline to the middle of your thighs, small flowers dotted over the slightly orange colour. Two thin straps perched on your shoulders leave plenty of skin on show as your usual sun-pendant necklace sits between the v-neck of your dress. Which, by the way, perfectly presents the soft swell of your breasts.
It takes everything Bucky has to not drool at his breathtaking neighbour, but it takes even more to not dive on you and finally taste those pink lips.
Your skin is ablaze beneath his eyes and you revel in his reaction, the exact response you wanted when you pulled on the dress two hours ago.
âWeâre matching.â You grin, taking a moment to enjoy Buckyâs red henley.
âItâs almost like we planned it.â A chuckle escapes him, eyes trailing up from your thighs to meet yours.
âSpeaking of plans,â You reach out to pull Bucky closer, tugging his forearms until he pulls his hands out of his pockets, âI have a surprise for you.â
Is it letting me look at you in that dress all evening? Your neighbour thinks - hopes - as you lead him into your apartment.
Closing the door behind him, you take his hand in yours once more to guide him to your little kitchen/diner area. If you werenât looking ahead, youâd see Buckyâs cheeks flushed pink at your touch. Seeing your hand encompassed with his own will never fail to drive him crazy.
When he eventually looks up from your joined hands, heâs stunned to a halt. You turn back to him when you feel him plant his feet and your features twist into a nervous expression.
âI- Doll, what is all this?â The firefighters eyes are wide at your âsurpriseâ.
Your small dining table is set up for two; cream place mats lay beneath charcoal gray pasta dishes with wine glasses sitting at their corners. Thereâs even a little vase with pink and yellow tulips in between the two spaces.
âWell, remember that time when you told me you havenât had a proper home cooked meal in years?â You watch Bucky closely as you speak, waiting for some sign of approval.
âYou mean this morning?â He turns to you in wonder, thinking back to your conversation as he gave you a lift to the cafe. âI donât know what to say, doll.â
You roll back on your heels, hands scrunching your dress at your sides. âIs it okay? I know itâs a little cheesy and itâs last minute but I thought it would be a nice surprise for you after working all day. I mean, itâs not exactly at your home but itâs pretty cl-â
Bucky takes two long strides towards you and brings his hands to cup your cheeks; your words die on your tongue when he looks down at you with tender eyes.
âItâs perfect, Y/n.â He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek bone. âYou could feed me Alpineâs food and iâd still bow at your feet, sweets.â
Now youâre the one blushing. You heart skips when Buckyâs eyes drop to your lips with hunger in his gaze.
âAlways so good to me, arenât ya?â His words tempt a whimper from deep within you, a submissive whine held back by the last of your restraint.
âWell-â
The oven beeps, its sharp tone darting between your bodies and making you step back from Buckyâs hold.
âUhhâ Your mind is all over the place as the firefighter watches you with amusement, âI- I should, I mean- the pasta must be-â
âGo, doll.â Bucky shakes his head laughing quietly.
Your dress sways as you spin away to the stove, stirring various pots and tidying up the counters. Your neighbour watches you in awe, unashamedly enjoying the view; you just look so goddamn sexy in that cute little dress while you cook for him. He wishes he could come home to this every night.
âYou need a hand with anything, doll?â Buckyâs voice sounds from behind you.
âActually, yeah!â You glance over your shoulder. âCome here.â
If you keep bossing him about, Buckyâs gonna struggle not to tear that sweet little sundress right off you.
Settling in at your side, Bucky cocks his head. âWhat dâya need?â
You scoop some of the creamy tomato sauce onto a spoon and bring it to Buckyâs lips. âTry this for me.â
With bated breath, you watch his full lips wrap around the end of the spoon, his eyes bearing into yours as he drags the sauce into his mouth.
Bucky has no business looking as dirty as he does in this moment; you watch his adamâs apple bob as he swallows before his tongue juts out to catch a few missed drops. And just when you thought your panties would survive the sight, a moan ripples from his throat and you clench around nothing at the sound.
âGood?â You murmur, hoping he doesnât notice when you cross your legs.
He notices.
âDelicious,â Bucky takes the spoon from your hand and stretches across you to place it back in the pan, his right hand brushing against the small of your back, âyou did great, sweets.â
Fuck. Me.
You regather your composure and ask Bucky to get the wine from the fridge. He pours you both a glass, setting them back on the dining table gently before returning the bottle to its home.
âHey, could you bring the bowls over, please?â You call over your shoulder.
You plate up the sauce coated pasta while Bucky places the dirty pans in the sink, both working around each other like a fine tuned machine.
Before you can do it yourself, Bucky is picking up the bowls and laying them on the place mats, winking at you as he does so. He pulls your chair out for you, nodding for you to join him.
âFor you, Madame.â He jokes, allowing you to sit down while tucking you in.
You watch him round the table and take his own seat. âAnd they say chivalry is dead.â
Bucky grins at you. The orange glow of sunset shines through your windows, catching your features with grace. Your eyes shine beneath the light and Bucky canât help but find you angelic.
âYouâre beautiful, doll. I donât know if I said that earlier but, god, you look stunning tonight.â
Dropping your head, you play with the hem of your dress shyly. Your hair falls into your face, forcing you to push it behind your ears, though Bucky wishes he was close enough to do it himself.
With rose tinted cheeks, you look up at Bucky through your lashes. âYou say that to all your neighbours, Barnes?â You raise a brow with your teasing voice.
Bucky throws his head back and laughs heartily, a sound youâve come to adore.
âOnly the ones who cook for me.â He winks.
âDoesnât Ms Scott bring you pies every couple weeks?â
âAnd I tell her she looks ravishing every time.â
You giggle and tell Bucky to dig in, though you could happily sit and talk all night. While you both stop every now and then for a forkful of food, conversation bounces between you as it always does.
Tonight isnât much different to a typical evening with the firefighter next door; usually you share some snacks and beers, cozying up on the couch as you watch tv. Itâs become ritual for you to send Bucky a video of you playing the piano each evening, his phone playing the video on loop as he sleeps. Itâs strange, but the music creeps into his dreams and keeps them peaceful, keeps him away from that burning building.
Itâs been a few weeks since the night he was sent home early. Both you and Bucky felt a shift that night; waking up in his arms left you craving more, though youâve yet to tell him as much. You left him sleeping peacefully that morning when you left for work with only a couple hours of sleep under your belt.
Bucky hated waking up to find the other side of his bed empty, no longer feeling your heat. The note you left him eased the disappointment slightly, your neat handwriting promising to come back in your breaks. Neither of you have addressed how right it felt to sleep beside each other that night, despite spending all of your free time together with unspoken words hanging over you.
Instead, you dance around each other like two ghosts doomed to never touch. The bond between you is stronger than any youâve ever had, the magnetic lure undeniable for you both.
Your glasses have been emptied and refilled twice now - dinner long since been finished - and youâre starting to feel the buzz; those butterflies in your stomach have turned into a swarm of confidence, your brain taking a backseat from its usual overthinking.
âYou expect me to believe that you broke down the door before Sam could? The same guy who beat you at your physical a few weeks back?â You tease the brunette, a challenging brow raised at his rather unimpressed face.
âWhat are you trying to say there, doll?â
Buckyâs jaw clenches when you tilt your head slightly, eyes shining with amusement beneath the exposed hanging light bulbs.
âNothing to worry your cute little head about.â You watch Bucky relax into his chair slightly as you reach for your glass with a smirk. âJust that I doubt Sam has any difficulty kicking a door down, not with the way heâs built.â
The scoff to end all scoffs ripples from your neighbours throat; his bright blue orbs glare into you and his features twist into a scowl. Oh if looks could killâŚ
Buckyâs tone is flat, âDidnât know you were such an admirer of Wilsonâs build, Y/n.â
The lack of a pet name sends your confidence wavering, but not enough to keep you from having a little fun.
âWell, you know,â You bring the glass to your lips, âheâs hardly difficult to miss.â
Watching the deep ruby liquid pass over your lips, Bucky fights to hide the fury thatâs flooding his veins, forced to look away from your smug grin.
He knows, he knows, that youâre lying through your teeth, trying to get a rise out of his usually impenetrable facade, and yet he canât help but feel jealous.
Buckyâs painfully aware that he has no right to feel so possessive, not when he lays no claim to you. But the twist of his stomach is proof that he doesnât much care.
âMaybe I should just give you his number and you can cook him a meal next time.â Bucky grumbles.
âOh, thatâs alright, I already have his number.â
Youâve never seen Buckyâs head snap up as quickly as it just did, his gaze pinning you to your spot.
âYou what?â
Gently, you place your glass back on the table. âYeah, Steve gave him my number last week so he could get in touch.â
The fire in those blue eyes burns brighter with each word, his body so still that his chest is barely moving when he breathes. In fact, youâre not even sure if he is breathing. Hell, heâs not even sure if heâs breathing.
âIs that right?â Buckyâs gruff voice is laced with possessiveness, the low tone travelling straight to your panties till you swear you feel yourself throb. You wonder briefly if you have a jealousy kink and the sweet arousal dripping from your cunt only confirms your suspicions.
âMhm.â You hum in response, âIn fact, iâm going out for coffee with him next week.â
âHuh.â
Buckyâs chair screeches against the hardwood floor as he pushes himself back. You follow his movements with amused eyes when he stands up and grabs your plates before storming to the kitchen. You twist in your chair, watching him place the dishes in the sink and flick on the tap.
âJames, what are you doing?â You ask.
âWhat does it look like iâm doing?â Oh heâs grumpy, grumpy.
Buckyâs shoulders are tense beneath his tight henley, his sleeves now rolled up as he starts scrubbing at the plates. Itâs quiet while he concentrates on his work, only accompanied by the music still flowing from your speaker.
From the corner of his eye, the firefighter sees you rise from your chair, ears honed in on the sound of your feet pattering towards him.
Itâs now hard for Bucky to focus on anything but your breath on his neck, goosebumps littered across his skin like a rash. You stand right behind him, tracing your fingers up from the small of his back; Buckyâs muscles tense momentarily before melting at your touch, just like always.
âAsk me why iâm seeing Sam next week.â You order, hands still roaming the taut fabric on Buckyâs back. The command makes him pause and clench his eyes shut. Why are you making him talk about this when itâs tearing him apart?
The brunette turns in your hold but you donât release him, instead settling your hands on his waist.
âWhy are you seeing him, doll?â Bucky sounds despondent, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks down at you.
âHe asked me to teach his nephews to play the piano, Buck. Iâm meeting him and the boys on Wednesday, Sarah too.â
A shocked âWhatâ tumbles from his lips as the information sinks in, his frown slowly falling away as he processes your words.
âYeahâŚâ You grin, though itâs more like a smirk, content with yourself proving he was jealous.
In a desperate attempt to save his ego, Bucky rolls his eyes playfully. âI knew you werenât really attracted to that dumbass.â
You scoff and pat his chest lightly. âSure you did, Barnes. Now scoot, you wash âem, iâll dry âem.â
With his hands on his hips, he stays still as you nudge your way to his side, stretching to the window sill where your dish towels lay. Buckyâs never been in this position before, itâs always him whoâs teasing you; this is new territory for him and it irks him that you riled him up so easily.
Once he shakes his head clear, the firefighter returns to face the sink and starts washing the dishes again. You wait patiently while he works, humming along to whichever song is playing.
âYou like the old stuff, huh doll?â Bucky grins warmly at the slight sway of your hips, your radiance beaming like a lantern.
You giggle sheepishly and bite your lip, unknowingly sending Bucky spiralling. âI thought it was fitting for tonight, really leaning into the whole âhousewifeâ role.â
He raises a brow, âDoes that make me your doting husband then, sweets?â
Realising what you said, your cheeks heat up instantly and your eyes widen. You attempt to backtrack but your words stumble over one another as though youâre a little school girl.
Bucky, however, is basking in the familiarity of control; your rosy cheeks never fail to bring a smile to his face, and boy is he beaming right now.
âI meant- Itâs- You know what I meant, James.â You shoot daggers at him, though the idea of being married to your neighbour sends your heart into overdrive.
That swoon-worthy laugh greets your ears with haste, Buckyâs eyes crinkled at the corners as his chest reverberates with its force. Itâs impossible to bite back the grin thatâs fighting its way onto your lips.
Small tendrils of chestnut hair tumble from behind his ears, begging to be pushed back, but the buzz from the wine has dulled and you canât find the confidence to do it, no matter how much Buckyâs eyes are pleading you to.
âYou know, itâs sweet of you to teach the boys how to play.â He looks at you in adoration, the image of you spending time with Samâs nephews triggering a warmth to spread in his chest.
A breathy laugh escapes you as your gaze falls to the kitchen counter. You blush at the compliment and slowly start drying the dishes again.
âDo you spend much time with them?â You ask with a brief glance his way.
Bucky shrugs, âYeah, Sarah is always throwing barbecues for the squad. Theyâre good kids, and I bet theyâll love you!â
âOh God, I hope so. Iâve never taught before and iâm scared theyâll hate me and iâll destroy their dreams and-â You ramble away without noticing the frown tugging at your neighbours brows.
âTeach me.â
Huh?
âWhat?â You freeze.
âYou said youâve never taught before,â Bucky steps closer to you, his cologne swarming around you like a warm hug, âso practise on me. Teach me something.â
You almost laugh at his words, mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that heâs joking. But Bucky doesnât move, his blue eyes study your own, body so still that you fail to conjure a laugh. Heâs not joking.
Hesitation is written across your features, drawing a single shake of Buckyâs head. âCome on, sweets. Please? For me?â He pleads.
âOkay.â
Itâs scary how quickly you succumb to Buckyâs wishes; you fear youâd do awful things if only he asked and youâd even do it with a smile. Youâre so doomed.
With a triumphant grin, Bucky plucks the dish cloth and plate from your grasp and carefully places them on the sinkâs edge, before taking your hand in his and guiding you to your piano.
Nerves prickling beneath your skin, you trail behind him and silently revel in his touch. Itâs hard to not stare at his perfect body as you stumble around furniture, the sharp muscles of his shoulders rippling as he tugs you with him. Flicking off the speaker on the way, you fall onto the small piano stool beside Bucky, and with such little room, your left thigh is pressed up against his. The solid curve of his muscles prod into your flesh and yet despite the fluttering it causes in your stomach, youâre far more focused on his hands.
From the bulge of his toned biceps to the trail of prominent veins in his forearms, your eyes drag down Buckyâs arms till you pause at the sight of his large hands. They lay spread across the span of his thighs, his right pinky finger mere atoms away from your exposed skin where your dress has ridden up. You find yourself craving the sparks that alight with his touch, so you adjust your position to make sure your leg brushes against his hand.
It certainly hasnât gone amiss to the firefighter that youâve taken a liking to his hands. Sure, heâs caught you staring at them before, but the hunger in your gaze right now is greater than ever.
The corner of Buckyâs lip turns up into a smirk as he reaches for your hands once more, lifting them to rest on the ivory keys of your piano.
âWanna hear you play me something before you give me a lesson.â He admits, his words more of a demand than a question.
When you fail to respond, still caught up in scanning the crevices of his calloused hands, Bucky nudges your shoulder.
You shake your head with a dazed frown, âHuh?â
A playful chuckle falls from his pink lips, âI said play me something, sweets, before you start teachinâ me.â
You giggle sheepishly, sighing an âOhâ before you gather your thoughts. Bucky returns his hands to his lap - a movement you struggle to ignore - giving you free rein of the instrument.
Running through some songs you could teach him, you settle for one of your favourites, or more accurately, one of Buckyâs favourites. The cool surface of the keys is harsh beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the Bucky-induced-heat flushing through your veins, hands stretching into place as you prepare the opening chords.
Rhythmic tones swarm around the two of you as you begin playing, masterfully dancing across the keys like itâs a second language. Your graceful motions always bring Bucky to a halt as you entrap him in your art.
He recognises the song straight away, lips turning up at the sweet melody. You didnât even have to ask to know what he wanted to hear, you just knew. Buckyâs head feels light at the sight before him. A knowing grin has settled on your soft lips, your body ever so lightly swaying to the music, clearly getting lost the sounds.
Itâs impossible not to feel the adoring stare of your neighbour, no matter how hard you try to ignore it. Warmth is pooling in the depths of your heart where it feels like youâre bleeding out, your love for Bucky forcing out the blood till the only thing circulating through your veins is him. No longer able to cope with the feelings swarming within you, your fingers abruptly stop mid song before you turn to look up at the firefighter.
âOkay, your go.â You state, but when Bucky raises a bemused brow your way, you continue to instruct him. âCome on. Youâre gonna do the left hand, Iâll do the right.â
âYes Maâam!â Bucky chimes with a mock salute, earning him a glare.
It takes a few tries to move his fingers into the correct positions, both because heâs apparently wholeheartedly incapable of doing what you say but also because you may or may not zone out every time the veins of his hands stick out as he moves. But itâs still entirely his fault though. Entirely. âMaybe like 98% his fault. Thatâs seems fair.â You think.
âThere you go!â You cheer when the firefighter successfully plays the right notes in tandem.
âWould you look at that, not so useless after all.â Bucky winks at you and you blush lightly.
Glancing at him hopefully, you ask him to play the first chord you taught him.
âOh, umm-â He stutters, fingers flailing about and pressing random keys in search of the right pattern.
âHere, let meâŚâ You chuckle sweetly at how utterly lost he looks and move to help him.
Leaning forward, you drag Buckyâs fingers over the ridges of ivorite, slowly placing them on the correct keys. You feel his lust-filled eyes trained on your face while you work, though itâs getting harder and harder to focus under his stare.
A frown tugs at your brows when your mind goes blank as to where Bucky needs to put his left hand, his still-wandering gaze burning into you and spreading to your cunt faster than you care to admit.
Of course, Bucky notices your breath quickening, chest stumbling up and down with shaky pants. His proximity is intoxicating and the will to fight it is slowly slipping past you, fingers itching to trace up Buckyâs thick arms to his neck so you can finally pull his lips to yours.
Bucky reads every inch of your skin like heâs studying for an exam. From the clench of your jaw to your eyes fluttering shut, he knows that heâs winning this tussle for control.
âBuckyâŚâ You breathe, the wavering sigh rolling from your tongue like a stray secret.
âYes, doll?â Bucky smirks with glinting eyes and you bite back a whimper.
Opening your eyes, you keep them trained on where yours rest on his. âI canât focus with you looking at me like that.â
Bucky knows exactly what you mean but he canât help but toy with you. âLike what?â He cocks his head with faux innocence that fools no one.
You turn to look up at the firefighter, eyes meeting his half lidded ones, the blue of his eyes barely visible behind his lust-blown pupils but the blue you can see is so impossible dark that you wonder if they were ever light in the first place.
Taking a breath, you wet your lips so briefly that Bucky nearly misses it. Nearly. âLike you want to kiss me.â You say, barely above a whisper.
âOh,â Bucky sighs, leaning in closer, âI want to do much more than that.â
Your body is alight with need. Craving his touch, a breach of the barrier between you, you practically whine your reply. âThen why are you just staring?â
âWell, I wanna remember you like this; sweet, angelic, so perfect in your little sundress.â
With the back of his hand, Bucky nudges the hem of your dress higher till his whole hand is spread against your thigh. You quash the aching desire to glance at where your bodies meet and lock your eyes on Buckyâs, whose lips are turned into a knowing smirk.
âGotta savour it while I can.â He says as he pushes his palm further to your inner thigh, his pinky finger mere inches from your heat.
âWhy?â You ask, heart racing.
It dawns on you that you may actually pass out when the firefighter leans in close to you, nose pushing your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck which now sits defenceless to his advances. The heat of his breath is electrifying, lips nearing your pulse point eagerly.
Buckyâs lips ghost over your skin as he explains, âCause once Iâve had my way with you, youâre gonna be a hot fucking mess, sweets.â
A breathy moan tumbles from the depths of you chest at the crude insinuations of his words; your eyes flutter shut, an unintentional reaction that youâre grateful for as it hides the way your pupils roll to the back of your head.
Through the dark span of your eyelids, you picture exactly how Bucky will make you a hot fucking mess. Spread legs with his tongue delving through your folds, back arched as he pounds into your pussy with vigour, his hands guiding your hips back to meet his as he fucks you from behind. The images bear too much for you yet you canât stop picturing the salacious scenes, not when your neighbour is pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.
âJamesâŚâ You sigh, voice carrying the weight of a thousand pleas.
âYeah? Is that what you want?â
Nodding your head desperately, you whine, unable to form any words beneath his sinful tongue.
âWords, doll.â Bucky says, lips hovering over your ear. Heâs struggling to hold back but canât let himself touch you the way he wants to until he hears you spell it out for him.
Turning your head slowly, you peer at Bucky with half-lidded eyes and a slack-jaw. âI want you, James. Please.â
Thatâs all it takes to disintegrate the final remnants of the firefighterâs self-control before his full lips meet your own with a hunger thatâs been brewing for months.
Buckyâs lips glide across yours, slotting between your own so easily itâs got you believing this is not your first kiss. Itâs soft and sweet but so goddamn sensual that you canât help but moan into his mouth, the now open gap giving him the perfect chance to slide his tongue inside.
You bring your hands up Buckyâs body and rest them on his neck, fingers tentatively feeding through the hair at the nape of his neck while you jostle for control of the kiss.
Forced to pull back for breath, you take a peek only to find those strikingly blue eyes already on yours.
âFuck, doll,â Bucky whispers, âyou donât know how long Iâve been waitinâ for this.â
âProbably not as long as I have.â You scoff.
âThen let me make up for lost time.â
âWait, what do y-â
Within moments, Bucky is lifting your legs over the bench and is knelt between them, his large hands teasing the hem of your dress as he keeps your thighs spread apart.
Your mouth is agape with surprise while you grab onto the piano behind you for stability, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through your veins. And as if he can read your anxious thoughts, Bucky looks up at you with the most sincere expression across his soft features.
âDo you want me to stop?â He asks, despite the deep desire shining in his eyes. He wants you more than anything, but he needs to know you want him too.
Itâs an easy answer and youâre shaking your head faster than you care to admit, but the memory of Buckyâs prior words flash through your mind and you still just as quick.
âNo.â
Watching intently as he runs a hand from your ankle up to your knee, the firefighter rolls his bottom lip between his teeth when your breath hitches.
âThen promise me youâll tell me if that changes?â Bucky asks.
You reach down and run your fingers through his chestnut locks, tucking the few loose strands behind his ear.
âI promise.â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, sweets.â
A hearty laugh reverberates through you, but youâre quickly silenced by Buckyâs lips on your inner thigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. He kisses his way up to your heat, slowly pushing your dress higher and higher till the only thing between you and his mouth is the crimson lace panties covering your mound.
A sound you can only describe as a growl ripples through the room and you glance down at your neighbour to find him practically drooling at the sight of you. But then his eyes are on yours, his hungry, half-lidded eyes, and heâs tracing a finger over your clothed slit. Your breathing becomes laboured at his touch, your body, your mind, all of you at his mercy.
âBucky, pleaseâŚâ
âAh ah ah-â The firefighter tuts, â-since when do you call me Bucky?â
You frown, back arching slightly in search of some friction on your core, too aroused to process his words properly.
âLook at me, Y/n.â
The stern nature of his tone lures your eyes to his once more. âWhat?â You ask, confused.
âI havenât spent months goinâ crazy listening to you use my name only to have you call me Bucky when Iâm finally between your legs.â
The throb of your pussy spurs you on and you tilt your head teasingly. âTouch me, James.â You say, and he obeys.
Bucky glides his hands up to your hips and drags your panties lower and lower, his lips chasing the lace till thereâs no where left to kiss but your slick folds.
He hovers over your heat with bated breath before forcing himself to close his eyes and ask if youâre still okay with this.
âMore than okay, James.â You answer truthfully.
âGood, cause Iâm fucking starvinâ.â
You feel his mouth on your pussy before youâve even processed his words, tongue delving between your folds like he really is starving and you didnât just feed him the best dinner heâs had in years. Though something tells him that title is about to be beaten the second you cum all over his face.
Your mouth curves into an âoâ, the most pornographic of moans escaping you at the sinful sounds of Buckyâs mouth on your cunt. Drowning in increasingly intense waves of pleasure, your senses are dialled up to the max; with every flick of his tongue and suck on your clit, you find yourself falling deeper in your arousal. It becomes impossible to listen to anything Buckyâs telling you.
âYâtaste so sweet, doll.â
âDoing so good for me, arenât ya? My good girl.â
âLet me hear you, doll, need to hear how good you feel.â
Whether itâs praises or orders, thereâs no chance in hell of you understanding a word that falls from his lips, though Bucky doesnât mind. The clench of your soft thighs around his head tells him all he needs to know - that even if your heads not fulling comprehending him, your body is. And the sheer amount of slick glistening across your cunt is enough for him to know that youâre ready for more.
The sensation of Buckyâs finger tracing along your pussy lips sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hips lifting off the stool.
âJames- oh fuck-â
Words die on your tongue when Bucky eases a finger inside you. White hot pleasure builds at your core, burning the last remnants of your self control, its embers coaxing a near-scream out of you.
âFuck, thatâs it, sweets. Thatâs- shit youâre so tight, pussyâs squeezing me and itâs just one finger.â
You mewl and squirm beneath him.
âHow you gonna handle two of âem, doll?â
Buckyâs mesmerised at the sight of his finger gliding in and out of you, drenched in your sweet juices, too beautiful of a sight for him to give up by eating you out. But when you groan at the suggestion of two fingers, he drags his gaze upwards and is greeted with a view thatâs evening better.
You, draped against the piano, head tilted back and brows drawn together while uneven sighs tumble from your swollen lips. God, you look heavenly, Bucky thinks. He doesnât realise heâs said it out loud, but it makes little difference seeing as youâre rather preoccupied with the thought of Bucky fucking another finger inside you.
âJames?â You call, reaching down to cover your left hand around the one at your sex, the other tugging on his hair.
âYeah? Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?â He panics, thinking youâve grabbed his hand to stop him.
Instead, you look him in the eye and say âAre you gunna fuck another finger inside of me or what?â
An awe-inspired grin spreads across Buckyâs face at your question. He keeps his blue orbs on yours while he presses a kiss to your clit and pushes himself higher till heâs inches from your face.
He rests a hand against the piano, caging you in and says, âAnything for my girl.â before a second digit joins his first.
The stretch knocks the wind out of your chest but Bucky hardly gives you any time to adjust, his fingers pumping in and out of you even faster than before. His palm slaps against your bundle of nerves with every thrust, the force riding to your chest where your tits bounce in rhythm.
âSo damn beautifulâŚâ The firefighter says.
You look up at him through your lashes and pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. With clashing teeth, the wet slapping sounds only feeds into the moment and Buckyâs suddenly very aware of the tightness in his jeans.
With each passing second, the cord in your stomach is getting so close to snapping that your mouth isnât even moving against Buckyâs anymore.
âFuck, James, Iâm- I-â
âShh, I know.â He presses a kiss to your forehead. âYou gonna cum all over my fingers, doll? Gonna let me see you fall apart?â
You nod feverishly.
âGood girl, now let go for me.â
Thatâs all it takes for the damn to break loose and the fiercest orgasm of your life to rack through your body. It reaches every part of you, all the cracks and crevices you never thought could be touched, yet here you are, feeling every inch of yourself set on fire.
âThatâs it, doll, thatâs it.â Bucky comforts you while you lay victim to the aftershocks of his work, slowing the thrust of his fingers till your breathing evens and he moves to gently circling your sensitive clit.
âHoly shitâŚâ You sigh, a satisfied and totally fucked-out grin playing across your lips.
Noticing how your hazy your eyes still are, Bucky smiles to himself while pressing loving kisses on your forehead.
âYou did real good for me, sweetheart.â He listens to you hum beneath him as he moves to kiss your temple. âYâlook so pretty when you cum, you know that? Even prettier than I imagined.â
You twist in your seat to face your neighbour. âYouâve imagined this too?â
âEvery night, doll.â
âHuhâŚâ
Though Buckyâs eyes remain fixed on yours, itâs obvious that his mind has slipped away; heâs now clouded by memories of his x-rated dreams, ones that have ended with him pumping his embarrassingly hard length into his fist one too many times, and his cock twitches in his ever-tightening pants. You notice the movement at his crotch and, emboldened by his confession and the best orgasm youâve ever had, you decide to take back some control.
âWhat have you pictured doing to me, James?â Your tone is so sweet, so innocent, that it takes a moment for your words to register in his brain. But when it does, boy, does a fresh wave of blood rush to his cock.
âYou sure you wanna know? Cuz it ainât all sweet and innocent.â He warns.
You say nothing and let your actions do all the talking; you slide a hand down to meet his left, the one still nestled between your sticky thighs, and tug it away from your cunt. With your eyes locked on his, you raise Buckyâs cum coated fingers to your mouth, slowly wrapping your lips around them and sucking your sweetness away. Making sure to give the firefighter a show, you swirl your tongue around his fingers before taking them as deep as you can, a knowing look in your eyes when you notice Bucky clenching his jaw.
After releasing his fingers from your swollen red lips, you press a kiss to the palm of his hand. âTell me.â
What you can only describe as a growl rises from the back of Buckyâs throat and before you know it, youâre being carried to your bedroom, legs bound tightly around his waist while your arms wrap loosely around his neck.
He sits down on the edge of the bed; hands resting on your hips and edging lower to your ass, his fingers grip the supple flesh to keep you in place.
His force on your hips is pushing you down on his ample bulge, sparking a flash of pleasure straight up your spine that escapes you with a moan. Bucky chuckles softly with a sinful grin as you tilt your head back at the feeling.
âYou wanna know what Iâve imagined us doing, doll?â The firefighter grabs your chin to bring your attention back to him. He runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging on it and letting it bounce back into place.
âIâve pictured us just like this.â He drops his hand to your neck, tracing the curve of your collar bone till it meets the strap of your sundress. âYou, naked and beautiful as ever, riding my cock like I know you can.â
You gasp lightly when he tugs your strap till itâs tumbling off your shoulder.
âAnd youâre telling me just how full you are, how stretched your little pussy is around me, choking my cock like a damn vice.â
Buckyâs filthy words send your hips into motion without warning; you grind your bare cunt over his crotch, the tent in his pants settling between your slick folds till his shaft is enveloped with your warmth.
âDoes that sound good, doll? To have my cock buried inside you when you bounce on it? Fuck, I bet your cunt is dripping for me again,â
âIt never stopped, James.â You whimper, your sensitive clit sending jolts up your frame as Bucky guides your hips over his.
âThatâs right, youâre never gonna use anything else to cum ever again. You got me now, doll. Iâm all you need. Me, my cock, Iâm gonna ruin everyone else for you.â
You donât even notice that Buckyâs hands are on the zip at your back, slowly pulling it down till the fabric are your chest goes slack, and with the straps already draped over your shoulders, the flowing material cascades around you, tumbling to your hips and leaving you defenseless to Buckyâs insatiable blue eyes.
âFuck me, sweets, youâre- god- youâre perfect.â He leans in and kisses your collarbone. âSo,â kiss, âSo,â kiss, âperfect.â
Your eyes flutter shut, lost in the feeling of his touch, and Bucky smirks when he sees you. He teases a hand up your soft skin till it sits just beneath your tit, daring to reach up and play with you in the ways heâs always dreamt of.
âIs this okay?â He asks, earning an even more passionate grind of your hips as you push your chest closer to his open mouth.
He chuckles, âNeedy, arenât ya, sweets?â
You whine.
âHmm, lucky for you, this is exactly what I imagined doing to you, what Iâve dreamt of for monthsâŚâ
His lips wrap around your hardened nipple with haste, the warmth of his mouth a welcome sensation. He sucks at the sensitive nub, this tongue reaching out to soothe you afterwards. You throw your head back and moan loudly.
The sound of bucky loudly licking and sucking on your tits is driving you crazy, to the point where your hips are stuttering over his, practically drowning in the feeling till you have no control over your movements.
âGod, I love your tits. Wanna act out every dream Iâve ever had of you. Fucking your tits, your throat, your cunt, anywhere youâll let me, doll, please. Iâve needed you for so long.â
You blush at the word love, surpressing the hope that is stirring at the possibility that your tits arenât the only thing he loves. Has he really wanted this as long as me? You wonder, picturing everything he just revealed heâs been wanting.
âMâSo fuckinâ hard for you sweetheart, I know you can feel me. Dickâs throbbing, doll, itâs sâhard it hurts.â
You pull at his hair so heâs looking up at you again and capture his lips in yours.
âI wanna see you, BuckyâŚâ
He groans and reaches for the hem of his shirt which he waists no time in tearing off. Your chest rises and falls heavier than before, eyes raking his physique just like you had that night he was leaving the shower at his place.
You trail a finger down his abs till it brushes the button of his jeans teasingly.
âAll of you, James.â You look pointedly at his crotch. âMay I?â You ask and when he nods, you climb off his lap and sink between his legs on the floor, you dress tumbling to the ground immediately.
Buckyâs abs tense as you work to undo the button, your hands tiny in comparison to his body. Next, you work the zipper up and over the bulge of his cock, the teeth desperate to come apart after being so constricted for so long. The two sides of denim snap away from the tent of his boxers, perfectly presenting where the firefighter so badly needs your touch.
He helps you kick off his jeans till the only thing between you is his boxers. You trace a finger up and down his shaft through the cotton, enjoying the sticky patch of pre cum leaking through the top.
âHave you ever imagined me sucking your cock, James?â You ask with half lidded eyes before kissing his covered shaft. âCause I have.â
Bucky whimpers - whimpers - at your words, his hips snapping up to your face uncontrollably.
You begin to drag down his boxers, trailing kisses down down down, your lips greeting his tip when his cock flicks up against them before your eyes even get chance to glance at him.
Your eyes flutter shut at the salty taste on your lips, revelling in the breathy moans from your neighbour.
âFuck- pl-please honey, I need your- argh- mouth around me!â
You make eye contact with him from your place on the floor and ask if heâs sure.
âMore than anything.â
And with that, you take his thick length into your mouth, lips sealing around his angry pink cock head briefly when your trace your tongue over his slit, before gliding lower down his cock.
You take as much of him as you can, but you need time to warm up having never taken a cock as large as his before.
âYouâre so big, baby.â You say as you pull off his shaft with a pop, âBiggest Iâve ever had in my mouth.â
A frustrated groan arises from the firefighter and you feel his hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you to his dick once more.
âSuck my cock, doll, just like weâve both imagined, nice and deep, please.â
You take the base of his cock in your hands and guide his tip back to your lips.
âAtta girl,â Bucky encourages as you take him deeper and deeper.
He feels you relaxing your throat to take more of him and his balls clench at the feeling.
âArgh fuck, fuck, fuck. Good girl, oh my god, yes!â
His praises and curses cheer you on and you manage as much of him as you can, only an inch or so remaining thatâs simply too thick to fit in your mouth. Lord knows how heâll fit in your pussy, but youâre sure heâll figure it out.
You bob your head on his length over and over till youâre in desperate need of air. You let your hands work your spit and his precum up and down his hard cock while you catch your breath and watch his beautiful face contort into one of extreme pleasure.
Your chest fills with pride at Buckyâs facial expressions; making him feel good is somehow more rewarding than anything youâve done in your life and you find yourself content at the thought of spending the rest of your days pleasing him.
Bucky is oblivious to the gratified smile toying your lips and wholly unprepared for your next movement.
âOh god- oh fuck, doll-â He groans, his breathing staggered and eyes clenched shut when you take his balls in your mouth, the skin sloppily wet from your work on his cock, and now enjoying the warmth of your mouth.
âOh honey, do that again, felt so go- argh!â Heâs interrupted by you tending to his sack once more, your tongue swirling around them and lightly sucking.
You moan around his pretty, swollen balls, the vibrations drawing a sigh of pleasure from your neighbour. The trimmed hair at the base of Buckyâs member is tickling your nose while you fight to taste every part of him.
With a final sharp suck, you release his balls with a small plop, plant a wet kiss on each and flatten you tongue to lick a bold stripe up his length. The tip of your muscle presses into the vein on the underside of his dick and Bucky thrusts upward, his hips bucking as he desperately searches for more.
As you ready yourself to glide his cock down your throat once more, you feel Buckyâs hand on your cheek, pulling you off him.
âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something?â You ask with a concerned frown, nervous that youâve done something wrong to have Bucky stopping you. You wrap your hand around his forearm, the one outstretched to hold your hair, while the other remains enclosed around his cock.
âNothinâ bad, sweets, itâs just that- fuck-â
You absentmindedly stroke your thumb over his girth, a motion you intend to be comforting but in reality, it just makes him throb even harder in your hands.
â-Iâm not gonna last much longer if you keep using your pretty mouth like that.â
âAnd thatâs a problem becauseâŚ?â
He laughs lightly and tucks your hair behind your ear. âCause as hot as youâd look swallowing my load, Iâd much rather cum inside that sweet pussy for our first time.â
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before pecking a doting kiss to his forearm and letting Bucky pull you to your feet. His eyes follow yours till heâs looking up at you from his seated position, his hands falling to your hips with an awestruck face.
âWhat the hell did I do to deserve you?â His voice is barely above a whisper. You blush crimson.
âGet on the bed, doll.â He orders. âLay on your back.â
You do as he says and once youâve settled, he crawls on top of you. Itâs quiet for a moment as Bucky stares lovingly down at you, burning the image into his memory to remind him he has everything he needs.
âI should have found the guts to do this months agoâŚâ You murmur, pushing the fallen tendrils of chestnut hair behind his ear. He looks so goddamn perfect; the golden glow filtering through your window catching every feature youâve spent so long dreaming about, and now heâs here, really here, and you canât help but stroke his cheek with revere.
âWe have now, doll. Thatâs enough for me.â Bucky whispers. âAre you comfortable?â
You nod, truthfully, both in terms of your position but also for whatâs coming. But then his elbows bend out and heâs lowering himself onto you.
âHow about now?â
Thereâs a gleam in his eye and a playful smirk on his lips as he watches your chest heave, your body taking more of his weight now.
âNo!â You giggle.
âNo? Is this better?â Bucky teases, briefly laying his whole weight over you until you paw at his shoulders to push him off.
âJames! Youâre squishing me!â
The melody of your carefree laughter has Bucky melting and he pushes himself up onto his hands once more. His lip is tucked between his teeth, enjoying the view as he becomes increasingly aware of his cock now just one slip away from your pussy lips.
Quickly coming to your own awareness of Buckyâs rock hard length pressing into you, you sober up.
âDarling?â You tug on his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.
Buckyâs brows pinch closer slightly.
âI need you inside me.â
His soft lips are crashing against yours within moments, his hand fighting between the nonexistent space between your bare bodies to grasp his cock and guide his tip to your bundle of nerves.
The sudden taste of how good Bucky can make you feel forces a sharp breath from you. Itâs so much yet not enough, all at the same time.
âTell me if you need me to stop, okay? Let me take care of you how you deserve.â
After a meek nod with your hands finding refuge in Buckyâs soft locks, he trails his cock head down your pink folds till it catches on the dip of your entrance.
Bucky tempts a whimper from you as he slides inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his larger than average member.
âFuck, doll, youâre so tight for me.â The firefighter moans, resisting the urge to snap his hips and bottom out completely.
Youâve yet to make a sound, the sting in your pussy not yet dissipating, and when you glance down at where your bodies meet, you realise youâre barely taking half of him.
âHey, hey, itâs okay,â Buckyâs reassuring voice is ghosting over your ear, âyouâre taking me so well, sweets. You need me to go slower?â
You clench your eyes shut briefly, âNo, keep going, youâre just soâŚâ
âSo what?â
Bucky watches a deep red creep up your neck before returning his gaze to your eyes, that now dance across the room avoiding him.
A gentle grasp on your chin draws you to face the breathtaking man above you and you clench around his dick.
âWhat happened to the little minx who was practically begginâ me to fuck her, huh? Donât get all shy on me now, dollface. Iâm so what?â
His words have you spilling yours without second thought. âYouâre so fucking thick, James, cockâs splittinâ me in half.â
He groans and snaps his hips fully into yours, making you scream out, âJamie!!!â
His scalp burns when you pull on his hair harder than before, your moans filling the room like a broken record. Bucky should be focused on the furrow of your brow, your laboured breaths, the way your cunt is choking him, anything about how perfect this feels, but all he can focus on is how with one thrust, you called him âJamieâ. And you didnât just say it, you screamed it.
âShit, honey, say it again.â
âJa-JamieâŚâ You whine and feel Bucky draw his hips back before pounding into you once more.
âAgain.â Your neighbour growls.
âOh my god, fuck- Iâ
âAgain.â
It takes everything you have to open your eyes and look at him. âFuck me, Jamie.â
âThatâs my girl.â
Bucky drives his length into you till his tip is hitting your cervix, the pleasure wrapping around your throat and squeezing the air out of you. You fight to breathe as Bucky drills into you, over and over, softly grunting with every thrust.
âNever felt anything as good as your cunt before, doll. Wanna spend the rest of my life buried inside you.â
You pull his lips to yours and, back arching from the mattress, dive your tongue into his mouth with vigour. He lets you explore his mouth while fucking you deep and fast, the headboard of your bed slamming against the wall and probably driving your neighbour crazy. Oh wait, he is your neighbour, and it is driving him crazy, but in the best way imaginable.
âSo goddamn tight, sweets, yâpussy was made for me,â He swallows your whimpers happily, âdonât you think? You feel how good iâm filling you up, honey? Sliding in anâ out so easy, youâre so fucking wet for my dick.â
âHarder, Jamie.â
Goddamn.
âKeep calling me that and Iâll do whatever you want.â
You lose yourself in his thrusts; the sting has long turned into the most pleasure youâve ever felt, and thatâs saying something after the orgasm he lulled from you only a few minutes ago.
âFuckinâ me s-so good, Jamie.â
âAh- just like that, baby.â
âIâm getting close, James, need you to go faster.â
Your pleas send Buckyâs cock pulsing and he does exactly as you wish. He fucks you faster, fighting off the desperate urge to cum inside your sweet cunt.
âJamieâŚâ You sigh.
He grins up at you from his place at your tits, his tongue reaching out to tease your nipples. You push his head down till he takes your sensitive bud in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it while he gropes its twin.
The tight coil in your stomach is twisting to its limit and you find yourself dangerously close to cumming around Buckyâs hard, thick length.
âIâm so- oh fuck- iâm so close, James.â
He lifts his head and eyes you with lust blown pupils.
âAre you gonna cum for me, doll? God, I can feel you clenching around me, you wanna cream all over my cock? Huh?â He smirks at your pornographic moans. âBet Iâll look so good covered in your cum, sweets, maybe Iâll let you clean me up, put that mouth to good use.â
âIâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum,â You chant several times breathlessly.
âLet go for me, sweet girl, make a mess oâmy cock. Cum, doll.â
Your body shudders as your hips grind up into Buckyâs, your walls tightening before he feels you gush around him. Practically screaming in pleasure, you bite down on Buckyâs shoulder to quiet yourself, though the pain travels straight to his member, still fucking into you with force.
âFuck, James, youâre so perfect, never came so hard in my life- shit-â
Heâs groaning into your ear, his balls slamming against you and filling the room with salacious wet slaps.
âYouâre so wet and- fuck- I canât- I canât hold back much longer.â
You tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and lick up the side of his throat, tongue catching the salty beads of sweat in its path. Reaching his earlobe, you suck on it lightly and whisper into his ear.
âWant you to cum inside me, Jamie. Fill me up, please, I need your cum.â
âArgh, fuck!!â Your words send Bucky over the edge and his hips stutter while he finally lets go.
âOh god, yes!â Bucky grunts. âTake my cum, doll, fuckinâ take it.â
Your tongue seeks his neck once more, pressing open mouthed kisses as his cock shoots streams of white seed into you, the spurts seemingly never ending.
âFillinâ my cunt so much, Jamie- fuck- you feel so good!â
As his cock softens, his thrusts slow to a more bearable pace, both of you so sensitive from your orgasms. Catching your breath takes a minute or two, but in the meantime, you coax satisfied sighs from your firefighter by running your hands up and down his back; the light sheen of sweat greets your fingertips as you touch him tenderly.
With no words being shared, you focus solely on Buckyâs breathing, the rise and fall of his back beneath your hands and the weight of his body on yours. It should be uncomfortable, but youâve never felt so at home in a place, let alone with a person, in your life.
âThat wasâŚâ Bucky murmurs into your neck.
You finish his sentence, âPretty damn good.â Laughter ripples through the muscles of his back.
âYeah,â He agrees and pulls back slightly to look at you, âyou feeling okay?â
âIf by okay you mean âcompletely and utterly fucked outâ then yeah, Iâm great.â
You grin cheekily before pushing his hair behind his ear yet again, an act you find yourself praying that youâll get to do for the rest of your life.
âHow are you feeling?â You ask sincerely.
Those blue orbs flick between your own, laced with an emotion you hope to be love. âLike I want to be with you like this forever.â Bucky admits. âThat and completely and utterly fucked out.â
You laugh heartily, bringing a beaming smile to Buckyâs swollen red lips.
âLet me clean you up, doll.â He offers before pushing himself off you, much to your dismay. He disappears to your bathroom for a minute before returning with a damp cloth in hand.
âCan you spread your legs for me, sweets?â
He bites a chuckle at how quickly you obey him and gets to work, wiping away your shared cum from your pussy and goosebump-ridden thighs. The towel is warm and soft on your skin, lulling you to sleep, though you fight to keep your eyes on your neighbour.
âYouâre so beautiful, James.â You say, reaching to place your hand on his that sits beside you hip, where heâs leaning his weight.
He smiles sheepishly and focuses on the job at hand. Once youâre clean, Bucky carries you to the bathroom so you can do your business, waiting patiently outside after putting his boxers back on and grabbing his henley for you to wear.
When you step out of the bathroom, Buckyâs holding his he let out in front of you. âYou looked a bit cold so I thought you might want a shirt?â
You smile, âYour shirt?â
âYeahâŚâ He rubs the back of his neck, muscles flexing at the movement, âYou donât have to, I just thou-â
He stops talking when you pull the henley from his grasp and tug it over your head. It swallows you whole and the sleeves tumble past your hands, but Bucky thinks itâs perfect. Youâre perfect.
Grabbing his hand, you pull him back to your room and back into bed, tugging the sheets over you both where you nestle into his chest.
âYouâre staying, right?â You ask with the most puppy-dog eyes you can muster.
âOf course, doll.â
Smiling to yourself, you curl up against the firefighter. âWoulda cooked you a meal months ago if I knew thatâs all it took for you to finally fuck me.â
a/n: filth. pure filth. so sorry that it took me a lifetime to post this - life got lifey and it took me ages to get this right. itâs my second time writing any sort of smut so i hope it was good for yâall. thanks for all the support, it means the world to me. love you guys, red â¤ď¸
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Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader
⌠Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader
⌠Word count: ~4,2k
⌠Rating: Explicit
⌠Warnings/tags: Sex pollen adjacent kinda, smut, a bit fluffy, one shot, possessive!Bucky, co-workers/friends to lovers, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise, creampie, pet names (doll).
⌠Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.
⌠Note: Previously posted on AO3 since I have basically no time or energy to write new stuff. It was titled Youâre what I need before but I always hated that title so I decided to re-name it. Bucky is kind of an asshole in this, but it's just because he wants you! As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome â¤ď¸
Masterlist | AO3
The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."
Captain America shouts orders that you hear through the comms. The wait feels endless until the crew of the quinjet declares that they have spotted the team and there's not much else for you to do but look at your monitors and wait for an update. When you get the call back that the team is secure you breathe a sigh of relief, but then the next message is to prepare the medical staff to receive multiple injuries and chemical exposure. You ask the crew to clarify, but they are too busy, so when you notify the medical center, they prepare a quarantine room.
Sometimes you wish you had a superpower and could be there with them instead of staring at your monitors and doing endless calculations on whatever the team needs. But then when they return they always compliment your work and tell you they donât know how they managed without you. You try to remind yourself of those moments at times like this.
Once the quinjet is docked and everyone has been accounted for you push away from your desk and remove your headset, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart. A moment later a message pops up on your screen, probably because they couldnât reach you through your comms. [Bucky wants you to come down here]
Your heart does a little flip in your chest, making you scowl. He is your friend and probably injured, you have no idea why he would be asking for you, but itâs not because he feels the same way you do. You grab your tablet and head to the MedBay.
When you get down you take stock of the situation. Nat and Steve have some scratches, Sam's arm is broken and Wanda has a few cracked ribs. Tony is bruised, his suit had taken most of the damage. You look around for Bucky but donât see him anywhere and quickly deduce that he must be the person currently in quarantine.
When you get to the wing, youâre almost too scared to go in, afraid to see what could have happened to him. Inside, you find a team of medical personnel discussing Bucky's condition with him through a glass wall. His hair looks damp and he's wearing standard-issue quarantine clothing, soft black pants, and a black sweatshirt. When he sees you standing patiently at the side he says. "You can come back later. I need to talk to her more than I need to talk to you. Go away." His voice comes from speakers in the ceiling.
You're shocked by his behavior but smile apologetically as the white coats pass you on their way out. When you get up to the glass you hiss. "Bucky, what is wrong with you, don't be rude.â "You make it sound like I'm never rude otherwise," he laughs. "You're not rude to healthcare professionals, you know better." You glare at him as you wake your tablet. âNow what did you need me for?â
"Do you like me?" he asks. Your mouth falls open and your heart starts to beat faster. Youâre happy your vitals arenât monitored as you quickly collect yourself and try to deflect his question. "Of course I like you Bucky, you're my friend." But now it feels weird to look at him and you find a spot on the wall far behind him to focus on.
"What if I want more than friends?" is his next question and despite your best efforts, hope warms your chest. This is not happening. Of course you toyed with the idea of you and Bucky, he is always sweet to you, and if he has the chance he brings you gifts from the missions. But youâve told yourself repeatedly that he needs someone stronger, who can keep up with him in the field and youâre not that person.
"Can we have this conversation when you are not high on some HYDRA drug?â you ask, trying to keep your voice from betraying you. They are monitoring everything in the room. And there is a sheet of unbreakable glass in between you both. If you're going to confess your feelings, it won't be like this.
"I'm not high," he huffs. "My mind has never been clearer." "I still think we should have this conversation later." "Doll, look at me." The command in his voice is so strong you donât think, you snap your eyes to his and they are so blue and soft.
"I will feel the same tomorrow, and the day after, whenever this drug wears off but now is the only time I can't hold my tongue," he explains. You place your hand on the glass and he does the same on the other side. "It will be fine Bucky, I promise," you say just as the door opens and Steve walks in, making you pull your hand back to your side. He's showered, in a fresh pair of clothes and he swings his arm over your shoulder.
"Stop hogging her time Bucky, I know for a fact that she also needs to debrief," he smiles but Bucky looks as if he's seeing red. Through gritted teeth he presses out, "Get your fucking arm off her, punk. She's mine."
You and Steve burst into laughter because it has to be a joke, but then Bucky punches the barrier with his vibranium arm. The glass doesn't crack but both you and Steve stop short and step away in shock. Steve removes his arm and says, "I'll meet you upstairs." Before quickly heading out.
You turn to Bucky and point at him, anger rising in your chest. "What is wrong with you? Steve is your friend!" "That is what itâs like in here every day,â he points to his head. You're taken aback by his statement and his wide feral eyes. Clearly, whatever he was exposed to had messed with his head and he's not himself. âBucky I need to go,â you tell him, and before he can protest you continue. âIâll see you tomorrow.â You smile feebly at him and are out the door before he can say anything else.
After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.
It's way past midnight when you wake to the soft closing of your door. Since you always sleep with a night light the soft warm glow reflects off his left arm and leaves no doubt about who has entered your room. You blink at him but before you can ask a question he rasps out, pleading. "I need you. So bad. Please doll, help me." He moves closer to your bed.
You quickly remove your covers and get up, glad the giant t-shirt covers you to your thighs, ready to spring into action. "Anything Bucky, what do you need?" You stop an arm's length from him, but all he does is reach his hand out to cup your face, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. There is a wild look in his eyes but you keep calm. "I can't get you what you need if you don't tell me," you whisper, meeting his eyes and watching as his brow furrows.
"I need you. Right now. If I don't get to touch and taste every inch of your body I'm going to lose my mind," he confesses in a low voice. His words shock you and you hitch a breath. Youâre not sure what youâre supposed to do. You have this great friendship. If things were different you would not have minded taking it to another level, but with the day in mind and the fact that he somehow got out of his containment room you say, "Bucky, youâre not yourself, you need to get back to-â
"Doll,â he interrupts with a hard voice. âFor once, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. The only thing the drug did, I think, was remove my inhibitions. For once I feel free. My mind isn't controlled by HYDRA or by fear that you'll reject me. All I know is that I crave you and I can't be quiet about it anymore.â
"Bucky⌠IâŚ" your whole body is flushed with warmth from his words and you're not sure how to respond. "I dreamt about you and couldn't stop myself from going over here. I don't want to hurt you, doll, but I'm not sure this drug will let me leave. All I wanna do is move closer to you.â You swallow hard as he continues, thumb still stroking your cheek. âAsk FRIDAY to get Steve, or the Hulk if you want me to leave."
Instead, you step into him, making up your mind in an instant and resting your hands on his chest. "Stay, I'll be glad to help you with anything you need," you whisper honestly and by the way his eyes widen there was still some doubt in his mind that you would reject him.
Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.
"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he whispers, leaning closer. "Once I have you I won't stop, you'll never be rid of me. I'll claim you against every surface of this fucking compound if I need to." That makes you whimper and press harder against him. "Fuck you'd like that huh? Are you a kinky little thing? Like getting fucked where people can see you and hear you moan, do you want people to see my hard dick spread you open?" "Fuck Bucky!" You exclaim and lean your forehead against his chest. Maybe that idea excites you or maybe it is just that the word âclaimâ sounds so primal.
"You're going to tell me all your little secrets later, doll. But now, I'm going to take what's mine." And with that, he crushes his lips to yours. He backs you towards the bed, kissing you the whole time, letting his hands explore you. When you land on your back, he stands over you with eyes like a predator about to devour its prey.
You shuffle up until your head rests on the pillows, spreading your legs for him. Without taking off any clothes he crawls after you, settling on his knees between your legs and placing his hands on the headboard, crowding you with his large frame. "Mine," he whispers and it makes a shudder pass through you. He ruts his clothed cock against your core, slicking your underwear even more and making you whine, gripping the sheets under you.
"Yes," he almost hisses as the length of his dick presses on your clit and forces a mewl out of you. It's been a long time since you've gotten laid. "Bucky," you plead. "No doll, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you, from the outside in. Did you think this would be hard and fast and that I would be gone before you knew what happened?"
He lets go of the headboard to put his elbows beside your head instead, his weight on you, pressing you down into the mattress. "When I leave you will long for me, spend every waking second wishing I was still inside you. I want your cunt to be permanently drenched so I can fuck you whenever I please." He kisses you forcefully and any coherent thought that was left in your head flees. "And when you're too sore to take more of my dick in your pussy I'm going to do the same thing to your mouth and ass."
He rids you off your t-shirt and instead of having to move from between your legs to pull off your underwear, he rips them apart. "Ah!" you exclaim when the force of his movements jolts you but he takes no notice, he just stares at you, letting his hands roam up and down your sides, up to your tits, cupping them and caressing your nipples with his thumbs.
Whimpers are coming from you with every pass of this touch. Then he moves down and lays on his stomach, not saying a word as he sweeps his tongue over your pussy before he starts devouring you with a throaty moan.
It doesnât take long for the first orgasm to take you, his movements are precise and his words and actions have made you hornier than youâve ever experienced. Or maybe it's because he is the hottest person youâve ever laid eyes on and he only wants you.
When youâre finished and sensitive he dips his tongue into your hole to taste you and groans loudly, lapping up the wetness from your orgasm. "Better than I've dreamed of," he says when he pulls away. Now youâre the one that must be high because you can't help but giggle. "You seriously dream of me?" "All the time, doll. Every night when I go to bed I wish you were with me and then you plague my sleep with your soft curves and radiant smile."
You're about to tell him how his laugh makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside but at that moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, cutting out every thought in your brain. He's gentle but not hesitant, it's as if he's feeling you out and when you make a particularly loud sound he continues the same movement, making your whole body go hot.
The second orgasm is intense enough to send aftershocks through for a long while afterward. Bucky lays his head on your thigh as you tremble, caressing your skin and letting the fingers of his right hand skim over your opening.
Despite what he's already given you, you still crave more. His fingertips never come close to where you need them and when you whine at the back of your throat Bucky smiles up at you. "Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you, but I don't want you to pass out on me.â One of his fingers glides inside, making you take a sharp breath just because it feels so good. Once again he is careful, moving slowly, listening to your breath and your body.
"Please Bucky, I need more.â "No need to beg, I'll give you everything you want⌠in time," he breathes and kisses the skin on the inside of your thigh. Slowly he moves his finger in and out. You're sure it's a form of torture. The sweetest kind there is. Your breathing is labored and when he finally adds a second, you start to quiver.
He nips at your skin and then kisses it before speaking. "You look like a goddess, doll, eyes filled with lust, your skin is gleaming. I'm going to worship you until you're tired of me.â "Never gonna happen," you whimper. Then his thumb lands on your clit, making you cry out. Everything is so sensitive and overstimulated.
"I don't- Bucky, I don't think I can again," you tell him even though his touches are causing your insides to melt. "Yes, you will," his voice is soft but the command is clear. So instead of trying to speak again, you sink further into the madness that is him playing with you. The third one takes its sweet time but you never feel rushed or stressed that it's taking too long. Bucky isnât in a hurry.
Then itâs suddenly there, crashing through you. "Fuck Bucky, fuck you're gonna make me come." "So good for me, let me feel you come on my fingers," he urges. "I'm going to lick them clean afterward so make sure you get them nice and wet for me. I want as much as you'll give me." The climax reaches its peak and you come with a cry of his name, body convulsing and your hand shooting down to tangle in his hair.
"Just like that doll," he smiles up at you and holds your gaze when he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning while he does. It's a filthy sound, but it turns you on as if he didn't just make you come for the third time. Then he dives in between your legs again, licking at your skin and your soaked hole. Letting go of his hair all you can do is just lie there, writhing, as he somehow coaxes a fourth orgasm out of you.
âFuck me,â you plead when he pulls back. âI need you inside me Bucky.â This time he takes pity on you and moves away to take off his clothes. When heâs naked he kneels between your legs again and you spread them as wide as you can. "Want me, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He swipes his cock through your mess and then uses his hand to coat himself with you. "Yes," is all you can say. Both you and Bucky stare as he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Of course, he takes it torturously slow this time too.
"This feels better than any dream I've ever had," he whispers almost in awe. You grip his biceps and arch into him, pushing him deeper, faster. That makes him tsk but smiles at the same time as he pushes the rest of the way, finally seating himself. Without giving you a chance to relax he starts fucking you, his cock pushes perfectly against your insides, pulling sounds from you that you haven't made in years.
He sits back on his heels lifting your ass effortlessly until your weight is resting on your shoulders and neck. It's like he is in a trance, pulling you onto his cock over and over again. Your body is his, your mind has fled, and all you see and feel is just him all around you. His eyes keep changing between his dick filling your cunt, your bouncing tits, and your half-lit eyes as if he is not sure where to look. "Mine," he rasps and thrusts hard to empathize the word. "All mine. Say it."
It takes some time for your brain to connect to your mouth and form the words but his gaze never leaves you. "Yours," you whimper. "I'm yours, Bucky." There is a familiar heat low in your belly that's steadily spreading through your limbs. It makes you wiggle and move because it's overwhelming. He is overwhelming in the best sense. Whining you reach down to rub yourself but he slaps your hand away. "I thought I told you, it's mine. I own this cunt. If you wanna touch yourself you have to ask permission." It's as close to a growl as is humanly possible and you don't understand how he can be so cognizant right now, because your brain is like putty. "Can I please rub my clit Bucky, I wanna come on your cock so bad," you cry.
"Good girl," he praises, and when he calls you that, your mouth falls open with a keening sound, gripping the sheets even harder, pulling at them because you want to come so bad. "Do it, show me how you get off when you're alone in bed without me." Everything is slippery and sensitive when you start with your fingers and you immediately know it's going to go fast. With his previous words in mind, you ask. "Can I come?" He meets your eyes with a wicked smile. "Fast learner. Yeah, you can come⌠when I tell you."
You rip your hand away, afraid you might fall over the edge at any second. The sound out of your throat is almost a sob. "Don't be like that, doll, I thought you said you couldn't do it more times?" "I can-I can! As many times as you want just please let me come." "Fuck, I like it when you beg with my cock in you." But he doesn't say anything else, just continues fucking you. He's not even winded while you're straining your entire body. Your hand wants to move back, anything to relieve the pressure inside you but Bucky was very clear and you donât want to disobey him.
Then he pulls out and drops you onto the bed, but you don't get to relax because he flips you onto your stomach and pushes one of your knees up to the side before he presses in. His dick hits your G-spot dead on and you scream into the pillow under you. Bucky chuckles right by your ear. "Guess I found it." He's merciless, his hips hit your ass hard and if it weren't for his weight pressing you down you would soon hit the headboard.
"Bucky!" you wail because it's too much. You're losing the last pieces of your mind to the sheer force of the pleasure and you're scared you're never going to be able to come back to yourself. Then his hand presses in between you and the mattress. "Rub yourself on my fingers, make yourself cum. Fuck my cock and come all over me doll." You brace yourself as best you can and move your hips as he keeps almost completely still, just shallow thrusts in stark comparison to what he was doing to you just moments ago.
His fingers slide along your clit, his cock brushing your G-spot over and over again. You're breathless, sweat breaking out along your skin, but the climax you're chasing will be well worth it. You just know it.
"I can't fill you up until Iâve felt you come around me," he grunts, his voice tight with holding back. You whimper, the feeling of fire flushing your whole body, and building up to an eruption like no other. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants low in your ear. "That's it, come for me, make me proud. Fuck it feels so good." And he starts moving again "I'm going to fill you fucking full of my cum. That's it!"
The heat in you breaks and you come with a shout of his name, shaking under him. It gets even more intense when Bucky finishes right behind you, groaning your name. He collapses on top of you but his hips are still moving, slowly, as if he doesnât want it to ever end. Neither would you but your body is wrecked.
When he finally rolls off, you're so close to falling asleep, but he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Pee." He points and you want to tell him that you know the drill, this isn't your first time, but all that comes out is a grumble before he closes the door behind him and you sit down on the toilet.
When you're done, you stumble out and have a moment of panic, thinking he left. But then the door opens and Bucky returns with two bottles of water, handing you one before leading you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge. Gratefully you drink and lean against his shoulder before asking. "How do you feel?" "Better than I have in a long time," he answers, kissing your forehead. You chuckle. "Yeah I have a magical pussy, it can cure anything," you joke and it makes him laugh. "You should get back to quarantine," you comment. "Before anyone notices." He shakes his head. "No I'm staying here, I'm never leaving you again." He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the bedside table together with his own. Then he crawls beneath the sheets and you go after him, letting him envelop you in a tight embrace before you fall asleep.
Alarms blare and you wake with a start. "FRIDAY what's going on?" you ask out into the room. âSergeant Barnes has escaped his confinement.â The voice echoes through the room. You sigh and glare at Bucky grumbling beside you, like the loud signal is just a regular alarm clock. "FRIDAY please inform the team that Bucky is here and everything is fine."
A second later the sound dies and with a sigh you get up to pull on yesterday's discarded t-shirt and find a pair of pants. Right when you're done there is a knock on the door and Steve asks, "Everything okay in there?" You open the door enough to show yourself. "We're fine, he broke out during the night and came here." "Oh," Steve says and there is a hint of blush on his cheeks.
Then you feel a presence behind you and Buckyâs arm goes around your waist. "Mine," he says and you can't see him but he's probably glaring daggers at Steve who backs away. "We'll be okay, I'll alert FRIDAY if I need help," you tell Steve. When you close the door Bucky turns you before pushing you up against it and kissing you hard. "Mine," he mumbles against your lips. "Fucking caveman," you tell him. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "I'll show you caveman," he says and carries you to the bed
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devil's in the backseat
bucky barnes x reader
word count: 3.7k
summary/prompt: a night at coney island with your friends turns out much differently than expected.
or getting fucked in front of a mirror
author's note: this is my first halloween fic!! this was so much fun to write. if you've read haunting adeline, then you know exactly what inspired the mirror maze scene! also disclaimer i have never been to coney island so if any of this is inaccurate then just pretend ok it's fiction :))
warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only content, sex in a public setting, mirror sex, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, friends to lovers, romanogers makes an appearance! kind of grumpy!reader, protective bucky, random men being creepy, language, reader is afab, she/her pronouns, reader pov, no use of y/n, porn with a little plot, fluff
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âI can't fucking believe I let you talk me into wearing this.â
You tug the tight, cherry red colored velvet fabric of the babydoll dress in place for the dozenth time since arriving at Coney Island.
âWhat? You look hot. Plus, our costumes go great together.â
Natasha's costume mirrors your own - except hers is a pearlescent white and instead of a pitchfork and horns, she dons angel wings and a halo.
âI don't feel hot. I feel cold. It's fifty degrees and the sun hasn't even set yet.â If it wasn't for the black thigh high boots that cover the majority of your legs, you'd be shivering in the chilly late October weather.
âIt's not my fault that you put off getting a costume until the last minute and had to pick through what little was left at Spirit Halloween,â she mumbles, passing you one of the cups of apple cider that the cashier hands to her. You gladly accept, sucking down the hot liquid in hopes that it will warm you from the inside.
Her phone dings as the two of you walk towards the rides. âIt's Steve,â she informs you as she reads the text message. âThey just got here,â she looks back up at you with a smirk on her face and a mischievous gleam in her eye. âBucky decided to come with them.â
You roll your eyes, suddenly hating your borderline provocative costume even more.
âI thought he was leaving for a job in Denver this evening?â
It's not that you didn't want to see Bucky. It's that you didn't want to see Bucky dressed like this. As if you don't already get flustered around him when you're dressed in normal, everyday clothing. The hem of your dress barely conceals the curve of your ass and your tits are practically spilling over the low neckline.
âGuess it's been postponed,â she shrugs, nudging you with her shoulder.
The two of you turn to look in the opposite direction when a familiar voice calls your names. You see Steve, Sam, and Bucky walking towards you. Steve is dressed as a pirate, eyepatch and all. Sam wears a cowboy costume with an oversized hat, concealing the upper half of his face entirely.
And Bucky? Bucky wears jeans and a navy blue Henley.
Yeah, you're regretting any of your life choices that lead up to this moment.
âWell, well, well,â Sam drawls as he tips his hat back enough to take in yours and Natashaâs outfits. âLook what we have here. An angel and a devil. Have you two already entered the costume contest for best duo or should I go add your names?â
âYou wouldn't dare,â you scold him. Natasha just laughs, falling into Steveâs embrace as he plants a kiss to her forehead.
âWe should, you know,â Natasha agrees. âI think we'd have a pretty good shot at winning.â
âYeah, right,â you retort, looking around at some of the more elaborate, creative costumes that many of the strangers around you are sporting. You notice a man and woman dressed as Beetlejuice and Lydia Deetz and know that you and Nat wouldn't stand a chance in a costume contest. âAnd what about you?â You acknowledge Bucky, your eyes skimming up and down his civilian clothes. âDidn't have time to pull together a costume?â
He smirks, his eyes trailing up your figure for a heated moment before he responds. âI'll have you know that I am in costume, actually.â
Steve and Sam both snort in laughter.
âOh yeah? And what are you supposed to be, exactly?â
He tugs up the sleeve of his shirt, showing off the shiny vibranium that is his left arm.
âI'm the Winter Soldier,â he says with a smug grin. âObviously.â
âHow creative,â you praise sarcastically.
âCut me some slack,â he feigns insult. âI was supposed to be halfway to Colorado right now. I didn't have time to pull together anything too cute.â His eyes flicker to your dress and boots at the word cute. If anyone else notices, they say nothing.
âWhat are we doing just standing around here?â Natasha exclaims, tugging Steve in the direction of the rides and games. âI want to ride every ride and eat funnel cake.â
They race ahead of the rest of you, with Sam close behind, leaving you and Bucky to fall into step beside each other.
âSo, why did your mission get postponed?â You ask casually, trying to fight down the nerves that threaten to bubble over every time you're alone with him.
âBeats me,â he shrugs. âFury didn't give much of an explanation. I got the text as I was loading my bags into the car to head out.â
âThat's annoying,â you mumble, swallowing the remnants of your hot apple cider. âI'm sorry,â you tell him with a glance in his direction. âI'm sure it was for a good reason.â
He shrugs. âI'm here, so I can't be too mad about it.â
Before you can overthink exactly what he means by that, you're both brought to a halt when a jolly looking man in a Ghostbusters costume steps directly in front of you, blocking your path.
âThis little devil looks like she needs a giant sloth!â He exclaims, gesturing towards the prizes hanging above the balloon darts station next to you.
âOh, no,â you start. âThatâs okayââ
âCome on!â The red-faced vendor insists, looking at Bucky. âDon't you want to win your girl a giant sloth? Perhaps a giant giraffe? If she was mine, I'd be winning her any prize she wants. I'll give you five throws for ten dollââ
âFine, fine,â Bucky relents, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. You notice a faint hint of pink blooms along the apples of his cheeks, but he doesn't correct the man when he calls you his girl. âYou've worn me down,â he sighs as he shoves a crumpled ten dollar bill into the man's hand.
The man accepts the money with a satisfied, toothy grin and hands Bucky five darts.
âIf you get three out of the five throws, you can choose a prize from here,â the man gestures towards a section of smaller prizes. âAnd if you get all five throws, you can chooseââ
The man is cut off by the sharp popping sound of a balloon, and then a second, and a third, until all five darts have been impaled on the board in a consecutive line in a matter of seconds.
âShe'll take the bunny,â Bucky tells him before he can erase the stunned look off of his face. He points to a large, flop-eared purple bunny hanging from the upper row of prizes.
Unlike the vendor, you aren't shocked by his perfect aim at all. Anyone who knows Bucky would have known that he wouldn't miss a single shot. You are shocked, however, that he chose the bunny without even asking which prize you want.
The man in the Ghostbusters costume grabs the bunny and hands it to you, surprise still etched on his face. He mumbles a quick goodnight before he's moving onto the next people approaching the stand.
âHow did you know I'd want the bunny?â You ask Bucky, trying to juggle the stuffed animal, your empty cup of cider, and your pitchfork all in your arms.
âYou like bunnies, right? It was an educated guess.â He shrugs, moving through a thick crowd of people away from the game stations. âHere, let me carry it for you,â he offers when he notices the large stuffed animal is obstructing your vision. You hand it over to him and he tucks it underneath his metal arm.
âThank you,â you tell him, your cheeks heating at the realization that he'd remembered such an inconsequential piece of information about you. You do like bunnies. The cold night air suddenly feels a lot more balmy.
âI'm - uh - I'm going to find a trash can real quick,â you say as you wiggle the empty cup in your hand. Truthfully, you just need a moment to collect yourself.
You begin walking in the opposite direction before he can reply, your eyes scanning the throng of people for a garbage can.
So what if he knows that you like bunnies? It's a pretty trivial fact that probably means nothing. You know that Natashaâs favorite animal is flamingos - because she's your friend. It's normal for friends to know things that their friends like.
Right? Right.
âI like that outfit a whole lot, baby. But I think you'd look even cuter in just the boots and those horns.â
You're so lost in your internal monologue that you don't even notice two men closing in on you as you toss the empty cup into a trash can. Unlike most of the people here tonight, neither of them are in costumes. They stand so close to you that you can smell booze on their breath.
âOh, fuck off,â you groan as you attempt to walk away, but they've effectively blocked you between their bodies and the large garbage can behind you. Wicked grins grow on their faces as you realize that you can't get by them.
âLook, I donât have the patience for this tonight. Get out of my fucking way.â
âOr what?â One of them taunts. âYou'll use that little pitchfork on us? Jokes on you, because we're into that.â
âWhat if I used it on you?â A familiar voice comes from behind them. âWould you still like that?â
Before they can even turn around to identify the voice, Bucky is pulling him back by the hood of his sweatshirt and throwing him on the ground with little to no effort. The other one attempts to stumble away as Bucky turns his attention to him.
He still has your bunny clutched in his flesh hand - despite the seriousness of the situation, you have to bite your lip to keep from smirking at the sight. You don't know of anyone who could be quite as intimidating while holding a stuffed purple bunny.
âWhat about you?â Bucky asks, towering over the guy by half a foot. âYou got anything you wanna say?â
âI - no - we didn't know she was with someone,â he half slurs, half stutters out. His gaze flickers to Bucky's vibranium hand. The man on the ground manages to stand back up, following after his friend.
âNow you know,â Bucky calls after them as they quickly hobble away.
âI had that handled, you know,â you tell Bucky with a nod towards your pitchfork. âBut thank you, anyway. Really.â
He places a gentle but firm grasp on the top of your arms and begins to tug you in the opposite direction, guiding you through the small crowd that had stopped to witness the altercation.
âI have no doubt about that,â he sighs, releasing his grip on you when the two of you are a reasonable distance away. âBut I also don't doubt that you handling it would have drawn even more attention.â
He's right. If he hadn't stepped in, your method of handling it would have been even more dramatic.
âThey would have deserved it,â you mumble. âI knew I shouldn't have worn this stupid costume.â
âThey definitely would have deserved it,â he agrees. âAnd your costume isn't stupid. You should be able to wear any costume you like without getting harassed by drunk assholes.â
The two of you approach the ferris wheel as it comes to a slow stop, a couple getting out of one of the cars. You and Bucky flash your wristbands to the operator, who offers to hold your pitchfork for you while youâre on the ride.
âBesides,â he continues as you sit down next to each other in the car, the operator locking the gate in place. âI happen to like your costume. A lot.â He turns his head to you, his gaze trailing from the tops of your thigh high boots and up to the felt horns that adorn your head.
There's a shift in energy as the ferris wheel suddenly comes to life, sending you sliding across the limited space of the metal bench seat and right up against him.
âOh, yeah?â You tease with your face a few inches from his. Close enough to see your reflection in his irises. âIs that why two different people have implied that I'm yours tonight and you haven't corrected either of them?â
âYour costume had nothing to do with that. I wouldn't have corrected them even if you were dressed as a giant banana,â he says, his tone and face both serious. âDoes it bother you that I didn't correct them?â
âNo,â you answer automatically - eagerly. You should feel embarrassed, but with the way he's looking at you, and how good it feels to be pressed so snug against him, you can't find it within yourself to care. âI didn't correct them either,â you point out.
The ferris wheel comes to a stop to let new people get on when your cart reaches the peak.
âAnd why is that?â he asks lowly. If you weren't sitting so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him over the obnoxiously loud carnival music that pours from speakers in between the ferris wheel's carts.
He wraps his metal arm around your shoulders, pulling you further into him.
âBecause I liked the sound of it,â you answer honestly. Your voice quivers - from nerves, or from a gust of wind that sways the pod still perching at the top of the wheel.
âIs that right?â he murmurs. He places his flesh hand on the exposed skin of your thigh - just above the top of your boot and just under the hem of your dress. His fingertips rest near the crack between your thighs. Instinctively, you spread your legs apart - not much, but enough for him to smirk at your body's automatic response to his touch.
âYou like the sound of being my girl?â
âYeah,â you breathe. âI do. Is that okay with you?â
He chuckles, his fingers inching further up your thigh. You spread your legs open further, giving him the go ahead to go as high as he wants. He stops when he reaches the apex of your thighs, just an inch away from the cloth of your panties. He applies pressure with his fingertips, his short nails digging into the sensitive flesh and making you clench your legs around his hand.
âThat depends,â he contemplates. âAre you my girl?â
You open your mouth to answer when the sensation of his index finger grazing the fabric that covers your cunt makes you forget how to speak. You sit there with your mouth agape as he hooks a finger into the cotton panties.
He eases a finger through your folds, lubricating it in your slick before adding a second finger and massaging the pads of them over your sensitive clit.
âFeels like you're my girl.â
You become vaguely aware of the fact that the ride is now in motion once more, heading back down to the ground, when Bucky places the stuffed bunny on your lap in an effort to conceal what is happening in the cart that you and him share.
He alternates between slow, languid circles and quick strokes against your clit as the ferris wheel makes its way down and then back up again. You can feel yourself soaking your underwear as the world dizzies around you. You hide your face in Bucky's neck to conceal the pleasure written across your face.
You're seconds away from coming against his fingers, the pressure in your belly building to a climax, when he pulls away and tugs your dress into place. Your gaze snaps up to his, shooting daggers, as the ride comes to a slow stop. He looks back at you with an amused smirk as the operator approaches the cart to unlock the gate.
âSorry about that, sweetheart,â he tells you in a strained voice as he snatches the bunny back from you. âAfter you,â he motions with his head as the operator holds the gate open for you.
Stunned and speechless at what just happened, you stumble out of the cart and down the stairs to the ride's exit with Bucky behind you - both of you completely forgetting about your pitchfork. You can't help but snort a laugh at the position of the large stuffed animal - directly over Buckyâs crotch.
âReal discreet,â you tell him, glancing down at the bunny and then back up to the semi-pained expression on his face.
âI have to admit, right now this thing is worth every penny that I spent on it,â he sighs, and then removes one hand from the bunny to place it on your lower back. âFollow me,â he instructs with a smirk.
He guides you through the crowd and you follow him without question, just trying to ignore the wet ache between your legs.
You shoot him a quizzical look when you arrive at the house of mirrors. You haven't been in a mirror maze since you'd gotten lost in one at ten years old.
There's an attendant sitting in a chair outside of the entrance who unenthusiastically greets the two of you. Bucky reaches into his pocket, digging out his wallet for the second time that evening. He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and flashes it at the elderly man smoking a Pall Mall.
âTake this and don't let anyone else in until we come out,â Bucky tells him before dragging you into the attraction. You and the gray haired man both go wide eyed.
âWhat was that?â you cackle as the door slams to a close behind you. Bucky doesn't answer, just grabs one of your hands in his and begins guiding you through the maze of mirrors as if he's been here a hundred times.
The entire place is lit by bright, neon red lights that only aid in further confusing your sense of direction. Bucky doesnât seem phased in the slightest, finally coming to a stop after a few minutes of maneuvering through the endless mirrors.
âYou never answered me, you know,â he says as he drops your bunny to the floor. âWhen I asked if you're my girl.â He smirks at you, stepping closer to you and backing you against the mirror behind you.
âYou just paid that man a hundred dollars to get me alone,â you jab as you pull him to you by the front of his Henley. âI think it's safe to say that I am.â
He smiles as you pull him down to you, crushing your lips to his. His hands trail down your back until they land where your thighs meet the curve of your ass cheeks. You release months worth of tension into the kiss, sweeping your tongue along the swell of his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth the second that he parts his lips for you. He groans into the kiss, kneading the globes of your ass with his fingers. You can feel a prominent bulge through his jeans against your stomach.
Adrenaline begins to kick in when he pulls away, looking down at you with lust blown pupils. He sinks to the floor below you, kneeling in front of your cunt as he raises your dress around your waist and tugs your panties down your legs and over your boots. He slips them into his back pocket before hiking one of your legs across his shoulder.
You can already feel your juices leaking down your inner thighs before his mouth makes contact with you. When he does, you lean your head back against the glass behind you in pleasure.
He sucks your clit between his kiss-swollen lips with an obscene pop before running his tongue down your folds. He plunges his tongue inside you and you grind yourself against his face, chasing the release that you were seconds away from on the ferris wheel.
He moans at the taste of you and the vibration has your walls clenching around his tongue. You ride out your orgasm on his face, the neon red lights blurring and spinning around you.
Despite the fact that your legs feel like jelly, you pull him up to you as soon as you're able to form a coherent thought. You clumsily paw at the button of his pants and his zipper, and he shoves both his jeans and boxers down over his ass, just far enough to free his cock.
He places both of his hands just under your armpits and lifts you as you instinctively lock your legs around his hips.
The head of his cock nudges your wet folds, your juices coating his length before he nudges it inside you.
You feel full before he's even halfway in you. Your walls constrict around him and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip as he adjusts to the sensation of you.
âFuck, that's tight. You're perfect,â he grunts as he sheaths the rest of his length into you. You let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp.
He has total control as he cradles you between his body and the cold, hard mirror behind you. He sets a harsh pace, his head ramming against your cervix at the sweetest angle from his position beneath you.
He manages to support you with the strength of only his vibranium arm as he brings his flesh hand between your bodies, once again massaging your clit in rapid circles as he fucks up into you.
You cum around his length in a shockingly short amount of time, digging your teeth into the flesh of his neck as he follows after you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum.
You stay in the same position after you've both reached your climax, panting against one another in the claustrophobic feeling space.
âWe should probably go find our friends,â you say breathlessly with a kiss to the side of his face. âSam's probably getting sick of being a third wheel.â
He pulls out of you, his cum running down your thighs and ass cheeks. He gently lowers you back down to the ground as he begins to tuck himself back into his pants.
He laughs, cupping your face in his hands as he pulls your lips to his once again.
âIf he hates being a third wheel, just imagine how much he's going to hate being a fifth wheel.â
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