#the source for the first is mendoza and i swear i like just read it in the archives...

[writemarvelousthings]

Motivate

PAIRING - Bucky Barnes x Reader 

WORD COUNT- 2.7K

WARNINGS- Swearing, Smut, (do not read if you are under 18) mentions of human trafficking. 

AN - Ya girl is back with another fic inspired by a Little Mix song, at this rate I’m going to be writing fics based on songs from the whole album. This pure sin fic was inspired by Motivate which I highly recommend you listen to HERE! Enjoy everyone! Also a big big thank you to @bucky-plums-barnes  for legitimately keeping me motivated to write this fic. The irony is not lost on me haha! 

GIF not mine 

“Sweet baby Jesus, can he not?” You grumbled under your breath as you came up from what felt like your one hundredth sit up. Wanda let out a snort of amusement as she followed your eye line. James Buchanan Barnes was making it his mission to ruin and torture your life. That you were sure of. Strutting into the gym in an obviously too tight black shirt and low hanging grey shorts he looked like sin personified. And you were ready to throw all your morals out of the window.

“He’s just walking” Wanda reasoned as she held your feet, your muscles burned as you reluctantly did another rep.

“Yeah, well can he not be so distracting when he does” Wanda rolled her eyes, signalling that your push-ups were over.

“Looking good Ladies” Bucky flashed you that one thousand watt smile as he picked up the heaviest dumbbells like it weighed nothing, your mind raced of what it would feel being held in his arms.

“You’re staring again” Wanda pointed out as you slowly stood, stretching your arms above your head as you went. You pointedly ignore her as you crossed the gym, grasping for your water bottle your movements were stopped by the sound of your name followed by Buckys. Turning you saw Steve at the doorway, his eyebrows pinched slightly.

“Debriefing room five minutes, something just came through about Mendoza” Your eyes flicked to Bucky, he looked thunderous. Sergio Mendoza was a known human trafficker and a case Bucky had been trailing ever since he had arrived from Wakanda. This should be fun.

“There’s been a lead, apparently Mendoza is going to be hosting a very grand and expensive gathering, at the Met” Steve pulled up the relevant files, you felt your skin prickle at the thought of this bastard out there flaunting how he got his wealth and position in the world.

“How do you want us to play this?” Bucky’s voice was low, his black and gold arm reflecting the light almost distracting you from the mission ahead of you. Almost.

“We want you two to pose as a new money couple from Europe. Tony’s got all the equipment ready for you to use. We just need evidence that Mendoza is the leader of the trafficking ring and then we can pull him in. He likes to collect buyers as well” Steve’s face was grim as you made a noise of disgust.

“Anyone who attends this fucking shit show deserves to rot in hell” You threw the file down on the table in disgust, Bucky’s eyes flick to you in murderous agreement.

“Both of you suit up, the town car leaves at eighteen hundred sharp”

“Now you remember the basics?” Natasha handed you your earpiece, smoothing a flyaway hair from the perfect curls she had created on your head.

“Act with cool indifference, make small talk. Press for information when appropriate, I know Nat. This ain't my first rodeo” You smirk as Nat rolls her eyes.

“Alright smart ass, now turn. Let me get one last look at you” rolling your eyes you spin as elegantly as you can in the red-soled Louis Vuitton’s. The maroon silk skirt of the dress flared out around your legs. The high slit up your right leg paired with the black bodice of the dress left little to the imagination.

“You look stunning” The deep baritone voice definitely didn't belong to Natasha, turning around you gulp at the sight of Bucky, the fucker was in an all black suit. A red pocket square the only source of colour on his body. His long hair was half pulled back, leaving the ends grazing against the top of his shoulders. Swallowing was suddenly a very difficult bodily function to do.

“You’re not breathing” Natasha smoky voice was in your ear and you let our a rush of air you hadn't realised you were holding.

“You scrub up well Barnes” Nat grinned at Bucky who rolled his eyes pointedly ignoring the redhead’s knowing look between the two of you.

“Let’s go doll” the innocent nickname had your stomach doing backflips, taking his flesh arm that was offered to you, you let him lead you to the sleek black town car.

The smell of rich leather and the deep woodsy scent of Bucky’s cologne made your head spinning, you knee bounces on the spot out of habit as you watched the scenery fly by you. The sound of your voice causes your head to turn and suddenly you found yourself drowning in blue-grey eyes.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just hope we can get this fucker” Bucky nods, his eyes flicking down your body. There was a dark look that passed over his face as his lips up turned into a small smirk.

“You really do look stunning sugar, it’s going to be hard to concentrate” feeling a sudden rush of confidence you lean in slightly. You and Bucky had always played this game, toying and flirting shamelessly. But never acting on it, always skirting around the thick sexual tension that followed the two of you around.

“You look very handsome, I think I’ll have my hands full keeping any bored rich housewife away from you” you purred, batting your eyelashes. You felt a shiver of pride as a low rumble emitted from the man in front of you.

“I’d like to see any of them try and get past you, I’m glad to see I motivate you this much doll. Makes a man’s mind race” You feel the momentum of the car slow slightly, flitting your fingers across his thigh you pull you red painted lips across your teeth in a sly grin.

“You motivate me in a lot of way James, maybe I’ll show you later” pulling away from him you swear you hear a soft wine mixed with a groan as Bucky shakes his head looking at you with predatory amusement.

“Oh doll, you’ve got no idea what you’ve got yourself in for” Throwing open the door, Bucky slides out with enviable grace. You sit back for a moment, chest heaving as your mind races at the possibilities before an extended hand appears before you and you slip on the mask you had trained most of your life to perfect. First, you had a job to do.

The loud crash of the room practically swinging off its hinges barely registers in your mind, all you can focus on are the large warm and cool hands roaming every inch of your body they can find. Every touch and kiss you matched with equal enthusiasm, James Barnes defiantly had you hooked. All he had to do was look at you once you had stepped out of the car and you caved.

“Do you know how difficult you made tonight for me?” The low growl almost made your knees buckle, combined with Bucky pressing his body against your effectively pinning you to the wall you were sure you’d have melted into the floor. The motion brought back something from your subconscious that made your heart pound.  

“Entering the building now” you murmured knowing Steve and Natasha could hear you observation, gripping Bucky’s arm as he leads you up the steps to the Met. The room was grand and slightly overdone for your tastes but you had bigger issues to worry about.

“Any sign of him?” you direct your question to the brunette who shakes his head.

“Not yet, but I’m sure he’ll appear soon enough” nodding you allow Bucky to lead you around the crowd. You were too busy scanning the area as Bucky suddenly pulled you off to the side, his body pressing up against yours as his head dipped down to your neck.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hiss into his ear, your hands gripping the lapels of his jacket ready to fling him off you.

“Target at three o’clock” turning your head you find yourself looking directly into the eyes of the target who looks you up and down and smiles.

“Didn’t realise I had that effect on you James” leaving hot open mouth kisses to his neck you were rewarded with the roll of his hips against your thigh. Bucky’s hands found yours holding them up above your head as he pressed his lips against yours. The slight scratch of his stubble only added to the delicious danger of the whole situation.

“Making that scum rat of a human drool all over you, putting his hands on what's mine”

“What’s yours?” you choked on your own words as Bucky kicked your legs out with his foot, his body impossibly close to you it felt like you were one person. His hot breath fanned over your face, it smelt like whiskey and something that could only be described as Bucky only made you ache for more.

“That’s right darlin, mine. You’re mine” If you had known how hot it was to see Bucky so riled up you would have asked Steve to pair you on more undercover missions sooner.

You let out a fake bark of laughter as you sat at the bar, the target hanging off your every word. It was almost too easy to lure him in, desperate and rich. It almost made you gag thinking about what this man was doing behind closed doors. Before you could think too much about punching the man’s teeth in a large hand on the small of your waist made you refocus.

“Who’s your new friend Darlin?” the nickname made your stomach flip for the second time tonight, leaning back into his touch you smile at him. Watching as Bucky ordered a scotch you leaned up to kiss his jaw. You didn't miss the dark look that passed over his eyes as he smirked down at you.

“This is our lovely host for the evening baby, this is my fiance” you the two men who shook hands smiling politely at each other. It was way too easy.

“Bucky” you didn’t realise how desperate you were for him until you heard the needy pitch in your voice.

“Yeah sugar?”

“Fuck me… please” the dark wicked grin that bloomed across Bucky’s features sent shivers of pleasure down to your spine to your aching core. You didn’t wait for his answer before you lunged for him, you knew he could overpower you in a second but he let your momentum move you from the wall stumbling into the middle of the room. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands palmed your ass causing you to moan hot and heavily into his mouth, fingers ripped at fabric in desperate need to feel his skin against yours. To somehow feel closer than humanly possible. Cool air flowed suddenly around you as your world titled as Bucky lay you out on the bed, clad only in your bra and panties the look on Bucky's face as his eyes roamed your body was animalistic.

“So fuckin beautiful” in one fluid moment that you barely had time to register he threw your panties far across the room leaving you open. Your whole body felt like an exposed nerve, the anticipation building in your chest as you gazed up at Bucky. He inched closer and closer to your core, blowing hot air across your skin you jerked upwards. A giggle pearling from your lips as you whined out his name. He hushed you gently as he settled down between your legs.

“Let me see what other pretty noises I can motivate from those lips” the sharp witty comment that sprung to your mind as a comeback died on your tongue as Bucky flicked his across your clit. You moaned and writhed under his ministrations, large hands held your hips keeping you in place as your right hand held his locks in a vice grip. Not that Bucky was planning on leaving his current position, sucking your clit into his mouth he moaned around the sensitive bud. The motion caused you to cry out, arching your back as you felt the pleasure shoot right to the base of your spine.

“Holy shit... Buck... James..” you tried to warn him of what was about to happen but like he has a sixth sense to the female orgasm he only increased his movements. Moaning and licking like a man starved, diving right into the ocean with no regrets. Colour burst behind your eyelids as you felt your soul explode into a million fragments before being pieced back together by the sound of Bucky’s moan as he lapped up all you had to offer him.

“Mmm, now that..might be my favourite sight in the world” Bucky growled as he crawled back up your blushing body, pulling down one of your bra straps to kiss the soft skin of your shoulder.

“How about we see what else you can do sugar?” you laughed, glancing at the clock.

“It’s already two am, Steve will want us at the debriefing early tomorrow”

“Baby, we’ve just begun” You bite your lip as Bucky lines himself up at your entrance, the coolness of his metal hand on your sternum grounds you as you feel the air leave your lungs. The feel of Bucky pushing inside you was something you were never going to forget in a hurry, he was thick and pushed you to your limits. The slight burning made you whine gasping for breath as Bucky kissed you sweetly swallowing your moans.

“I got ya darlin, I got ya” the thick Brooklyn accent was in full swing causing your pleasure-fogged brain to beg for more.

“Move… please... James. I need more” your fingers clawed at his back, desperate to get any purchase, your pleas were met as Bucky finally moved. Long slow thrusts had you mewling, your fingers roamed up to his chestnut locks. Holding firmly you tug his head back exposing his neck as you latch your lips to his salty skin, your ministrations we’re rewarded with a low growl and a snap of his hips punching the air out of you.

“So. Fucking. Tight” Bucky grunts with every thrust, the force causes you to move up the bed taking one had out of his hair to grip the headboard steadying yourself. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, the feeling of Bucky thrusting hitting your g-spot repeatedly makes your toes curl up in anticipation.

“Bucky… ‘m close” was all you could manage as a warning, closing your eyes you feel Bucky's hand cup your cheek tilting your head down slightly.

“Look at me” his voice was low and left no room for disobedience, your eyes snapped open. You could feel your body hanging just on the edge, desperate for one last push.

“Cum” and there it was, with a loud wail you cum, back arching up into Bucky’s chest you momentarily forget to breathe. Your second orgasm of the night sets off Buckys, with a roar and three final thrusts he spills into you, his hips roll against yours lazily as he drops his head to your shoulder kissing any inch of skin he can reach. You weren’t sure how long you lay like that, your fingers gently caressing every inch of Bucky’s back. Committing every dip and curve to memory, eventually, Bucky slipped out of you causing both of you groaning at the loss of each other. Rolling onto his back Bucky grinned up at the ceiling reaching out to pull you flush against his side. You rest your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. You never did notice the specks of grey in his beard.

“You’re really pretty” your word vomit causes Bucky to laugh richly, kissing your temple as he rubs your lower back with his vibranium hand.

“Nah I’m not doll, you’re the pretty one” smiling into his shoulder you press a kiss to the scar tissue around the metal appendage. Your eyes rake over his features, faint scars litter his face but to you, it was like he was carved from Greek marble. Perfect in every way. You were definitely catching feelings for James Buchanan Barnes and it made your heart sing.  

“Hey Buck?” the faint sound of Bucky humming in response made you smile as your hand splayed over his lower stomach.

“Do you think we could do that again?” Bucky cracks an eye open looking down at you.

“Babydoll, if you think I’m letting you do that with anyone else your mistaken”

“I guess I’ll just have to keep you motivated then”

The way that he touch me, no, I can't get enough He keeping me up all night long He motivate me, yeah, that's my baby He really hit me with my body talk