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chuuulip · 6 years ago

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All good boys go to heaven

Pairing: Bucky x Fem reader

Warning: NSFW / smut (18+ thank you 💋), unprotected sex 😳 😳 😳

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: Bucky got an unexpected welcome home from his wife. This is written for @suz-123 ‘s 1.5K writing challenge, thank you for letting me participate in this darl 💋 This is in the same universe? to My 1st attempt at writing and 2nd attempt (The Lady and The Butler).

My mystery prompt is ‘Pot luck 14′: “Wait, how did you know it was my birthday?” “It’s the same day every year. It doesn’t take a detective.”

Notes: This is the first time ever I write a complete one-shot. Also, this is the first time I wrote some smut 😳🙈. This story actually didn’t mean to be smut, but it just happened, I can’t control it 😅 I guess it’s also because I am listening to ‘heaven” by Julia Michaels a lot, and I put some of the lyrics in this story. I wanted to thank you for the incredible (not hulk 🙈) @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor for betaing this story 😘 who is also a badass writer (especially smut). This is nothing compared to other vab authors who I know wrote filthy sexy smut like @cametobuyplums @sovietghoststories @jewelofwinter @youngmoneymilla @bybibucky @shield-agent78 and the host of the challenge @suz-123 also some more romantic and soft like @kentuckybarnes and @all1e23 @whitewolfbumble and many more (can I add all of you author?) Ok I'm rambling, sorry about that 🙊

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“Doll, I am home.” It was quite dark outside when I pulled up to the driveway. Coming back to an empty and dark house is something unusual. She was always there to greet me with a sassy remark. She's has a bit of a potty mouth on her. I’ve always wondered why Stark paired us up so often during missions.

I walked past the living room to the dining room after locking the front door. The two-story house wasn’t that big, it was easy for me to navigate inside.

“Agent?” The silent treatment was kind of odd but I can feel another heartbeat in the room.

“Surprise!”

The sudden light from the kitchen kind of blinded me for a second.

“Happy birthday husband!” She was there, standing in the dining room, waiting for me. The party blower and confetti enlivened the formerly quiet, empty house, and startled me.

“Wait, how did you know it was my birthday?” The sudden pout that formed on her face made her red lips look more kissable. Wait, when did I start thinking of her like that?

“It’s the same day every year. It doesn’t take a detective.” She stepped closer, her hand reached out to hold my metal arm and pulled off the hi-tech fake human skin that covers my metal arm.

“Besides,” she leads me to sit on the chair. “It will make me look like the worst wife ever if I forgot the birthday of my beloved husband.” The kiss on my cheek kind of caught me off guard.

“Wait here, we will have a proper dinner for you.” I can’t help but touch my left cheek, the one that was kissed. What the actual fuck happened? Did something happen while I was gone?

“Here,” she served two plates of steak on the table. “I made you a special birthday steak. I know you like it rare.” she continued and placed two glasses and a bottle of wine on the table. “The wine is really good though. A gift from Stark, since we can’t celebrate it on the tower.”

I hadn’t realized that she wore something flattering tonight. A vintage black cocktail dress enveloped her exquisitely. The fabric shimmers in a way, made her skin glow.

The bodice has off-the-shoulders short sleeves, with a crisscross wrapped detail, and cleavage on display. Jesus, is this some kind of a joke?

“Uhh…here, let me help.” I took the wine and uncorked it. I poured it equally for both glasses.

“Come on, let’s eat our dinner James.” James? since when were we on the first name basis?

“For a better and a lucky year!” we clinked our glasses carefully. She sipped her wine and moaned a bit, I couldn’t help but gulp at that sound.

“Oh definitely a great wine, we should thank Stark later.” She put the wine down and began cutting a piece of the steak. “James,” I can’t help but stare at her, fingers on top of my human hand, eyeing me with concern. “I know the wine don’t have any effect on you, I wish I had asked Thor to bring the Asgardian mead instead.” Oh, now I made her upset, shit.

“Oh, no agent…”

“Agent?”

“Doll…”

“That’s better.” I can’t help but huffed and laughed a bit at that. I could get used to this side of her.

“The steak and the wine are perfect. You don’t need to think about it. Ok?” how she just nodded at my comment and didn’t even try to cut off my sentences, kind of, stirred something inside me.

“Can we finish the dinner quickly? I still have something to show you.” She bit her lip and blushed. Oh, how interesting.

“Sure doll. I can’t wait to see what you want to show me.” I smiled at her and as I promised, I began to eat the steak. The moan that escaped my mouth caught her interest.

“Is the steak to your liking?” she nervously looked at me, eyelashes fluttering, If I dare say seductively. This kind of behavior was new to me and I had absolutely no idea what she intended.

“Yes, it is a very delicious doll. The meat was so juicy, absolutely tasty.” I dared to wink at her, and oh how she blushed at me more now. Jesus, this might be the best birthday ever in my so over a hundred years ole’ live.

We ate the rest of our supper in silence. I was afraid to break the spell if I suddenly talk. Our plates and the bottle of wine were empty and we talked a bit after dinner. I talked about the latest information that I acquired from the office where I work as a fake accountant. This mission was a bit hard on both of us, since we had no idea who we are trying to take down. Tony only gave us a small amount of information, that one of the employees in the company I worked with was an important Hydra agent in hiding that has laid low for over a year, try to gain a perfect timing to strike back.

She suddenly stood and collected the plates on the table. Being the gentlemen I am, I tried to help her but she swatted my hands away. “Stay here, I will be back in a minute.” I can hear the sound of glass clink far away, she probably put the dishes on the sink,

“James, can you close your eyes for me?” I could hear her voice from the kitchen. Here it comes, the surprise. “Ok doll.” I shout back at her.

“No peeking ok.” I can sense her coming closer to the dining table.

“Promise!” I gave a salute while closing my eyes.

I could hear her steps, moving stealthily beside me, suddenly pressed to my right side. In this close proximity, I can smell her perfume. it smelled sweetly of vanilla and maybe freesia. It radiated a sensual, mature aroma I never noticed before.

“Now, you can open your eyes.” There, sat a slice of red velvet cake. The four-layer cake was coated with a contrast of white frosting topped with strawberry and chocolate stick. Something like cherry sauce, drizzled from the cake to the plate and one small candle were situated between the strawberry and chocolate stick.

“Oh wow.” I couldn’t help but remember when my Ma celebrated my birthday with a red velvet cake. It was a long time ago, before the war.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Her concerned look made me feel a bit guilty. I sighed in defeat, whatever she wanted to do today, I’ll do it. I certainly deserved a day without drama, especially on my birthday.

“Noting doll, it just reminds me of my Ma. Come sit closer so I can blow the candle.”

I was dumbfounded when instead of sitting next to me, she sat on my lap, right hand curled at my neck. I tried to mask my reaction as smoothly as possible, while she acted oblivious. I balanced her and held her waist with my left metal hand.

“Come on, make a wish and blow out the candle.” the sweet whisper that caressed my ear was something hard to tolerate, let alone the fingers that combed the end of my hair.

“Err...alright.” I tried to concentrate and hoped to god whatever has happened to her might stay that way. It would be better for both us if we’re not trying to kill each other during every mission.

Another kiss on my cheek after I blew the candle didn’t surprise me this time. I tried to get used to all the affection she showered on me.

The taste of the red velvet cake melted on my tongue. “Did you also make the cake yourself?” the delightful beam on her face answered the question.

“How’s it taste?”

I hummed while taking another slice of the cake. “Delectable, doll.” I never knew she was a skilled cook, a better baker. Now I wonder if the cookies in the common room were also baked by her.

I offer her a piece of the cake, but she insisted that the cake was just for me. “The cake is for the birthday boy.” Her earlier affection apparently grew even bolder, as she leaned in to lick a frosting around my lips.

“So…, would you mind telling me what are you wished for?”

“It’s a secret.” I laughed when she pouted at my answer.

“Well…not more than just wishing that I will always be surrounded by my family, I mean my friends and the team in general.”

“Sweet!” I felt the tinge of disappointment when she hopped off my lap. Wait, what’s wrong with me?

“Now…” She slowly climbed on the table and sat there. Plates put away to the right, hands held on my tie. “I still have another present for you Sergeant.” I gulped nervously at that revelation.

“Uhh yeah, what is it?” her fingers interlaced on my tie, and cleverly unfolded the messy knot that I made this morning. She draped it on her right hand and slowly spread it, at the same level as my vision.

“It’s a surprise.” She smiled seductively. I couldn’t help but feel all hot and bothered since the front of her dress was teasingly low, cleavage dangerously close to my face.

“Closed your eyes would you?” Her eyebrow arched at me. It’s more like a demand than a question. I nodded at her request.

Not a couple seconds passed, she put the tie on my eyes. The silken fabric glided gracefully on my face and draped on top of my eyelids. Both ends of the tie twisted in a knot, not to tight but strong enough not to slide down from my eyes.

Both her hands were on mine. She led me to stand up from the chair and I followed her somewhere. When she told me to be careful of the stairs, I suspiciously thought she wanted me to follow her to the bedroom.

We came to an abrupt stop and she asked me to sit on the chair. I can hear the rustle of fabric on my left. The sound of a zipper being pulled down simply put me on alert.

“Relax sergeant.” She whispered closely to my ear and I jumped slightly. Her chuckle teasing endlessly while she ran her fingers from my hair to my shoulder.

“Do you prefer some music?” she continued playing with the collar of my white shirt.

“Yes,” I answered stiffly.

A small beep and I can hear the music play, the melody echoed in the room.

¯Ooh¯

“Now sergeant, you can untie the blindfold.”

I loosened the tie that blindfolded me. The light slowly struck to my eyes. I tried to adjust to the dim light in the room by massaging my eyelids with my fingers.

¯Love's my religion but he was my faith¯

¯Something so sacred so hard to replace¯

Gradually my gaze trained on the woman in front of me and I was caught off guard yet again. She was there standing, wear something like a short kimono that looked so soft. Gone was her vintage cocktail dress.

¯Fallin' for him was like fallin' from grace¯

¯All wrapped in one he was so many sins¯

“So do you like your special gift?” her hands were on my shoulders and I couldn’t help but shudder when her fingers played with the back of my neck.

“What…wh..at do you mean?” I stuttered, I kind of didn’t know what to reply to her.

“I want you to open your special gift.” Her hands clasped on mine and guided them to the knot of her kimono.

¯Would have done anything everything for him¯

¯And if you ask me I would do it again¯

Nervously, I untied the ribbon of her kimono. I couldn’t help but gaze up to her while she stood in front of me, just between my legs

“Jesus, Joseph, Mary, holy shit doll.” The thing she disguised under that short kimono was sinfully sexy, my eyes bulging at how the lingerie concealed almost nothing from my eyes. The length of it was a bit too short, safe to say it covered her hips and maybe her bum. Sheer fabric was seen through with a floral lace pattern covered a bit of her breasts. And damn that lace panty, the small triangle only left a little to the imagination, deliciously ravishing.

¯No need to imagine¯

¯'Cause I know it's true¯

I could hardly restrain myself from ripping apart that lingerie on her. Wait what the fuck! Keep your head straight Barnes.

“So, do you like it then?” She smiled enticingly. I could feel her hands cupping my face, gazing down on me, as I sat dumbfounded on the chair.

¯They say "all good boys go to heaven"¯

¯But bad boys bring heaven to you¯

She moved away, unexpectedly. I guessed that she wanted to distance herself, that this was some sort of mistake. But instead, she adjusted her position and sat on my lap. Her face was just inches from mine while her fingers were threaded together behind my neck, and play with the hair there.

¯It's automatic¯

¯It's just what they do¯

“Doll, what are you doing?” I tried to reason with her, but my voice came out weak. I didn’t need her to test my limit.

She started kissing my cheek and slowly traveled down to my jawline, I couldn’t help but let out a low growl at that. I can’t remember the last time a woman held me like this.

“What” *kiss*

“I’m doing” *kiss*

“is” *kiss*

“presenting you” *kiss*

“me” and *kiss*.

She looked every bit as sexy in this state of dress, no, even more, I guess that was because of the lack of fabric covering her. And the declaration of her presenting herself as my gift, damn I couldn’t help but imagine her on the bed, naked. I was aware that my pants felt a bit snugged for my liking, especially when she sat nicely on top of my erection and rocked at it while kissing the spot under my ear.

Get a grip together Barnes, you are not a dirty old man! Well…basically, I am 102 years old, so I am a bit of an old man.

¯They say "all good boys go to heaven"¯

¯But bad boys bring heaven to you¯

I had no idea what was going through her mind right now. Can anyone blame me? But it seemed to me that she was every bit as sober as me.

She retreated from her ministrations, sighing. “James, do you didn’t want this?’ Her voice came out frail. “Did I rub you the wrong way?” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

I blinked, not understanding what she meant. Then the realization hit me, my silent treatment had hurt her.

¯You don't realize the power they have¯

¯Until they leave you and you want them back¯

“Would you prefer if I was Natasha or…or maybe Wanda who is here right now?” she studied me, daring me to tell her the truth. “I know they are more attractive, sexier than me.”

“What? No!” I couldn’t think of anything to say. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Slowly I urged myself to put my hands on her hips.

“What’s really gotten into you doll?” my hands rubbed a small circle on her hips, a low sigh escaped from her lips while she leaned closer.

“I don’t want to read this the wrong way. But you make it hard for me to think clearly all evening.” I couldn’t figure out why I felt sudden guilt. Is it because she saw me as more than just an irritating partner on missions? I just tried to keep things straight, I didn't want to hurt her, hell, I didn’t want to hurt myself.

¯Nothing in this world prepares you for that¯

¯I'm not a sinner he wasn't the one¯

We stared at each other and I waited for her final response.

“You aren’t wrong James. I wanted you,” her lips ghosting over mine “every bit of you.” hands start trailing on the collar of my shirt down to my chest.

My desire slithered through my veins at hearing that confession.

“I am warning you doll.” My voice came out as a growl, my metal arm slipped behind the sheer fabric, caressing her spine. “There is no coming back from this.” She bit her bottom lip seductively, pupils dilated and I mirrored her.

“I don’t mind James. Sergeant, please…claim me.”

¯Had no idea what we would become¯

¯There's no regrets I just thought it was fun¯

Something snapped inside me. I growled and tilted my face to kiss her. I realize how plump and soft her lips are, I never want to stop.

The kiss was slow and I tried to relish every split second of it. Our lips languidly melted into each other as I rubbed her back. When moans escaped from her lips, I took that opportunity to slip my tongue and I could still taste that sweet wine on her. Her right fingers pulled my hair a bit harder and I couldn't help but let out a guttural groan while she tries to deepened the kiss and rocked further on my lap.

¯No need to imagine¯

¯'Cause I know it's true¯

¯They say "all good boys go to heaven"¯

¯But bad boys bring heaven to you¯

“Jesus, doll.” Her swollen lips sought mine when we parted for air, her hand squeezed my shoulder.

“Praising the god so much today….hmm?” she bites my bottom lip while she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off.

I just smiled seductively at her “Oh you have no idea doll. It takes every ounce of my sanity not to tear apart this flimsy fabric.” I was surprised when I found nothing covering her bum. The state when she nibbling her lip momentarily as my flesh hand traced the left cheek of her bum aroused me even more.

“Sweet Jesus…”

She grinned and tilted her head to the right, lips eagerly pressed to mine, hands tracing my bare chest while she deepened the kiss. My flesh and metal hands kneading her bum in a rock back and forth motion, I bet pre-cum already dampened my briefs.

A sudden yelp followed and a loud sigh escaped her when I started kissing her jawline and nipping her collarbone hard, determined to leave marks on her beautiful skin.

Carefully I stood from the chair. Left hand secured her under her bum and right hand curled protectively on her waist while she held me tight with her hands on my shoulders and legs around my waist.

Her back landed on the soft bed. Cautiously I continued to kiss a new path down to the valley of her breasts and buried my face in between, inhaled her scent.

“Mmmhm…” she hummed contently. The feel of her soft caresses on my hair and my shoulders lost me. “James oh…you are being a good boy today, praising Jesus all the time. You must be a church boy in the 40’s.”

Chuckling, I whispered, “Oh don’t worry about that baby doll. I can be both” she mewled when my lips finally covered her left nipple. ”I can be the good boys and go to heaven.” I turned to her right covered nipple and sucked it lewdly, releasing it with a pop “or I can be that bad boys and bring you heaven instead doll.” The softness of her breast in my hand made me giddy and I couldn’t stop squeezing it while rocking back at her covered core.

“Is this music is all about? Do you want to know if I am a good or bad boy?” I tugged the small strap of her barely-there panties and the sound of her gasp when it slapped back to her skin sounded so sinful.

“Be prepared doll, careful of what you’re wishing for.”

A squeak came out of her when I dove straightly into her covered core, legs over the back of my shoulder, a low moan emitted from her when I first kiss it.

“Shit you are so wet doll.” My hands stroked her calves to her tight while I appreciated the view in front of me.

“No…James.” Her whimper came out like a sobbing when she tugged my hair up to meet her face. “This is your birthday…it should be me who go dow...” the protest soon interrupted when I stopped her with a deep kiss.

“I wanted to doll. I want to restart my muscle memory, want to taste it.” Nothing else mattered except her at the moment.

Another whine arose from her pouty lips when she felt my hot breath back on her wet entrance, tongue play with her little nub, coaxing more juices to drench from her.

I groaned while probing deeper into her entrance, alternately working my tongue with come hither motion.

“Oh god…James.” She sobbed and her fingers tugged deliciously on my hair.

“I want to taste your sweet juice baby doll. I want to suck every drop of it” boldly I murmured on her lips and bit her bottom lip while my flesh hand shoved her panty to the side, and I started entering her hot entrance.

“James…I want your left…I want your metal arm please.”

”Fuck doll, is this…” I replaced my flesh hand with my metal arm. “is this metal arm turn you on huh?” my cold fingers contrasted with her hot passage, drawing another moan from her when I teased her inside.

“Mmmmm oh yes…yes” she nodded slightly, eyes glazed with lust. “oh yes…I always want it on me.” My fingers continually worked, building pressure on her lower belly. She grasped the sheet and I could feel her stomach tense.

“Uhhh…JJ…James, I’m gonna…”

“Come… come doll, let it all out.” I thrusted harder and going down, flicked my tongue on her sensitive bud and she came, presenting me with the most idyllic sight I’d ever seen. I lapped the excess juice from her soft and trembling core, lips puffy and delicate to my persistent kitten lick.

When she finally came back from her high, I climbed over her and kissed her, tongues dancing in a slow and sensual pace. Her right hand raking the back of my shoulder while her left one, trailed my chest down to my abdomen.

I groan when she continued her ministration down to my hard erection. I withdrew from the kiss to meet with the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I am not done with you baby doll.”

She proceeded, still massaging my hardness, lips puffy from kissing and skin glowing from perspiration. Damn, I would love to get used to this sight of her.

“Show me…show me how I excite you, Sergeant. Do me as you please.”

I stood and stripped out of my pants, pre-cum visible to the eyes. She mirrored my action, taking off her flimsy lingerie. She propped herself up on her elbow, naked on the soft sheet and eyes hungry as she observed me from head to toe.

I climbed the bed and spread her legs widely. Slowly I toyed with the lips of her folds, running my hardness making back and forth motion, drenching it with her wetness. My eyes couldn’t move from how she reacted to the teasing, especially when she took my metal arm and put the fingers in her mouth. The way her plump lips sucked on my metal fingers, swirling at it with her tongue, makes me go mental.

Carefully, I balanced myself over her body, my flesh hand held both of her hands and pinned it above her head, on the bed.

“Make love to me James…” she whispered. “I need you, please.” She replies hotly.

I positioned myself at her core. My hardness half dipping in her velvet entrance and I couldn’t help but groaned at how she accidentally pulsed, engulfing me with that softness.

I deepened my thrusts and proudly burst when a sudden yelp comes out from her, telling me how full she is.

“So big…uhh…I can feel every vein of it, James.” She had me in an erotic trance, thrilled me to bits. I moved again, faster, stir and altering the depth of my trust inside her and enjoyed the reward of her sweet sound, whimpering my name to not stop and keep going.

She gasped when I maneuver to a certain degree and finally found her special spot that makes her crazy. I gave her open-mouthed kisses and swallowed her lewd voice.

“Oh…James so good. Please don’t stop.” She cooed

“Shit, you are so fucking gorgeous doll. I love how helpless you are while I spread your legs wide and fuck you mercilessly.”

She sobbed, asking me to go faster and harder. My length thrust forward coated by the wetness from her core.

“Ugh…mmmm James I’m close.”

I groaned lowly at that. Her soft and moist wall gripped me hard, dangerously ready to squeeze me.

“Shit, are you gonna come? Are you gonna fucking drench me with your sweet juices doll?”

“Yes…yes, James.”

“Come doll…give me that come.”

Her body trembled in a flash. Eyes wide open, darkening slightly. Gradually I slowed my thrust, prolonging her orgasm while she sobbed and scratch her fingers from my shoulders to my ass.

“Holy…that was so good James mmhm.. are you close? Tell me you are close!” she gasped breathlessly.

“Yes,” I grunted in response, hand trailing her breast and kneading it. The sound of her lewd voice triggers me to thrust faster and suck her nipples with equal attention.

“Yes, I am gonna come doll.” The softness of her core with the wetness from her orgasm was hard to resist. I blinked several times and saw her face, that rare innocent look of her.

“Don’t stop, please. Faster James!” She was frantic, legs locking between my back.

“Oh…James please fill me with it, do it.”

“Shit, doll are you sure?”

“Yes, I want to feel it. Please, Sergeant Barnes, I want it.”

“Barnes…”

“Barnes…” huh? Why she calls me Barnes again?

“Barnes…” she is shaking.

“Doll…, why are you…?” shaking? everything became blurry.

“Barnes…Barnes!”

“Bucky!”

Startled, I was holding her hand for dear life. I realized I’m not in the bedroom. Not in the bedroom and having mind-blowing sex with her, with you. Shit it’s just a dream, is this some kind of a fucking joke.

Soft hands squeezed my flesh hand while I tried to steady my breath, sending me out of my trance.

“Are you ok? I try to wake you up from the bad dream but it doesn’t work.”

I felt embarrassed and when I recalled it correctly it’s not precisely a bad dream to be honest. I cleared my throat and regained my composure “Yes agent I am ok, thank you.”

“Oh thank god.” She pursed her lips and showed that big smile of hers. Shit, she smiled at me.

I felt something wet on my pants and I can’t help but panic, I don’t want to make a fool of myself.

“Barnes what’s wrong?”

“Uhh nothing. I just need to go to the lavatory.” I am grateful with the blanket provided by the stewardess.

“Hurry up Barnes. We will be landing shortly. Sam will pick us up at the airport”

“Ok doll.” She arched her eyebrow in surprise. Shit, way to go Barnes.

I cleared my throat again to make sure I have my bearing “Uhh yes I am just gonna go for a minute.” I hate public transportation. At least it’s a business class.

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