#the way his hair looks in the scene where he's running from vinz is so pretty it gets all fluffy and AHHHH

[bobmckenzie]

i wanna sit on the bathroom sink counter in the morning and watch Louis shave and put on aftershave and i can hold his gel while he does his hair and help him pick out what cologne to wear and

[slutforgoodliterature]

Bucky x Reader - Then what are you waiting for?

Prompt: You and Bucky have been playing this game and ‘who’s gonna make the first move’ for ages now, and finally he grows some balls.

Warnings: smut, (semi) public foreplay, dirty talk, light dom/sub tones

It was a Friday night, and somehow you ended up at some high-class club in the middle of Vienna. You and the team had been tailing this sleazy human trafficker for days now, and you finally managed to corner him in Klub Indigo. 

And you were the bait.

“Y/N, at your 10 o’clock.” Steve’s voice came over the tiny intercom in your ear that was hidden in the voluminous waves of your hair. Subtly, you shifted your dancing body to locate Vinz Ratmayr, the asshole who was responsible for at least a dozen deaths of young women, in the last few weeks alone. 

Fighting back the urge to rush him and stomp his head into the ground, you met his eyes through lowered lashes and seductively bit your lip. He reacted as well as you’d all hoped, and with a cocky smirk, he stalked over to where you were swaying your hips to the beat. 

“Hook, line and sinker.” You muttered as you twirled, your arms raised above your head and your hair cascading down your back. You felt the warmth of another body behind you and fingers caress your waist. Pretending you didn’t want to break each of his fingers one by one was difficult, but you managed to keep your seductive smirk painted on as you turned in his grasp and run your hands up and down his chest. 

Apparently, you weren’t the only one struggling to keep it cool. A low growl in your earpiece followed by a “Down, Bucky” let you know a certain James Buchanan Barnes was barely holding himself back from storming onto the floor and taking the guy out with his bare hands.

After several minutes of dancing (if you could call very one-sided grinding ‘dancing’) your target leant down to mutter into your ear. 

“Lass uns hier raus.” Let’s gett outta here. 

You nodded enthusiastically, beyond eager to get this show on the road. 

“Lead him my way.” Clint's voice told you, and you spotted him along a row of balconies to your left. You began to lead Vinz towards the stairs by his hand, but he pulled back, motioning towards the neon green ‘Ausfahrt’ sign. Exit. 

You tried once more to persuade him to follow you up to the stairs, but he tightened his grip and pulled you even harder to the steel door that would lead you out to an alley.

This was not part of the plan.

You sent Clint a worried look before following Vinz reluctantly, scanning the room for your other friends. You made eye contact with an extremely concerned Bucky, whose eyebrows were knitted together and was chewing harshly on his lips.

“Ok, Y/N. Change of plan. Exit to the alley. Wanda will meet you out there and hold him until we get there, ok?” Came Steve’s order, and you nodded your head slightly, knowing he was probably looking at you. 

“I’ve got your back, draga mea.” You had no idea what Bucky had called you, but it warmed your cheeks (and your heart) all the same. 

“As always.” You could hear Natasha’s snide comment even without the earpiece and looked up to see her dancing nonchalantly in front of you. 

You let Vinz lead you out to the alley, where as soon as the door slammed behind you he backed you up against the dirty brick wall and caged you in with your arms. It was a position you had been in many times before, usually with quite a rather temperamental winter soldier, but this had a completely different vibe to it. 

Before Vinz could even say a word, his eyes glowed red and widened. Wanda appeared from behind him, her fingers caressing the air next to his temples and rendering him incapacitated. 

“And... scene.” You could hear Clint’s smirk before you could see it, as he and Bucky came bursting through the Klub door. Bucky immediately rushed to you, scanning your body from head to toe to make sure you weren’t hurt. 

Once he was able to see that you were fine and that there was no immediate danger, he also noticed your tight red dress that clung to your body, leaving very little to the imagination. 

“You did good, kid.” Steve clapped a hand onto your shoulder amicably, but you didn’t miss the narrowing of Bucky’s eyes on his best friend’s hand. 

“Always the tone of surprise.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Now, why don’t you boys run along with your prize, my dance got interrupted.” You were ecstatic that your hours upon hours of stakeouts were finally over, and decided that you deserved a break. One that included heavy techno music, dancing and a whole lot of alcohol. 

“I’m with Y/N on this one,” Natasha stated as she peeked her head through the Klub door. “See you, fellas, later.” She motioned you to join her and you did so gladly.

“Shouldn’t one of us stay with you?” Bucky spoke up, looking solely at you. “You know, for protection.” 

“You don’t trust me with your girl?” Natasha questioned.

“She’s not my-”

“I’m not his-” You both began, then stopped exasperatedly, releasing that speaking at the same time wasn’t going to do you any favours. 

“Look, you ain’t fooling anyone, but that’s none of my business.” She smirked at you, “Now, are we dancing or what?” She tugged at your arm, but you sent one last look at Bucky.

“You can join if you want...?” You suggested, but he was now looking at the ground, a red tinge on his cheeks.

“Nah, I’m good.” He continued to avoid eye contact with you as he looked at Steve. “Plus, Stevey here could probably use the help.” You nodded and allowed Natasha to pull you into the club, letting yourself be overcome with the heavy pulsing of the club music. 

2 hours, 4 shots and about 80 songs later, Natasha pouted at something over your shoulder. You followed her eyes and saw Bucky and Clint scouring the club. 

“Oh poo, they sent the babysitters.” She whined, ducking her head when they began to look in your direction. You waved enthusiastically at Bucky, whose clenched jaw relaxed a great deal when he finally found you. He gestured at you to go to him, but you laughed and shook your head, beckoning for him to instead come over to you. 

He and Clint shared a few words, after which the dark-haired, blue-eyed and utterly gorgeous Winter Soldier began to awkwardly manoeuvre through the gyrating crowd to you. Natasha, swearing at being found out, began to twirl away from you.

“I’m gonna let you handle this one.” She sent you a knowing wink before disappearing into the throng of bodies. 

“Howdy, partner.” Bucky had to yell over the music to be heard as he reached you, and you immediately slung your arms around his neck and attempted to get him to sway with you.

“Hiya, sarge!” You giggled into his ear, the light buzz of alcohol egging you on. Certainly not enough to be anywhere near drunk, but definitely enough to make you confident enough to call Bucky Sarge. 

And you could tell that name did something to him by the way his back straightened and his hands came up to grip your waist. Tight.

“You ready to go home?” He asked you, his head dipping so his lips could brush against the shell of your ear. You shuddered at the feeling of his breath ghosting your neck. 

“Just getting started.” You shook your head, your voice breathless. He hummed in amusement, letting your hips under his hands guide him in a quick dance. 

“You know, we’ve been doing this dance for a while now.” He mused, his hands dropping dangerously low, sending your stomach into a spiral. 

“But you just got here.” You pointed out. 

“That’s not the dance I’m talking about, and you know it.” He growled into your ear. 

“I’m not quite sure I do.” You whispered back, your fingers playing with the ends of his long hair. 

“You’re playing with fire, iubi.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips. You arched into his, your bodies becoming flush. 

“Am I?” Your questions were driving him mad, you could tell by the clench of his jaw and the coil of his muscles. 

“Doll, do you have any idea what you do to me?” He groaned, resting his forehead on yours. Your heart began to thump so loud that if it wasn’t for the music, you were certain he’d be able to hear it. 

“Exactly the same as you do to me.” You let out, connecting your eyes with his, watching as they widened at your admission. 

“I wanna kiss you.” He whispered, his tongue darting out along his full lips. 

“Then what are you waiting for?” You breathed, and finally, his lips crashed down onto yours.

You met him with the same amount of force, arching into him as your arms pulled his head down even further, the new angle giving you more power. 

His arms wrapped around your waist as he basically lifted you off the ground. The metal of his right arm dug into your skin, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

You brought your hands down to cup his face, the stubble along his jaw scraping your palms deliciously. He pulled back just enough to disconnect your lips but still be breathing the same air. 

“That...was something.” He muttered, his lips red and swollen, as you were sure yours were. 

“That...took way too long.” You laughed lightly, carding your hands through his hair. 

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He winced. 

“Nothing to apologise for, sarge. Not with a kiss like-” His eyebrow raised at your nickname for him and he cut you off with his mouth. This time, there was no competition to see who had the most strength.

He completely dominated you. 

His tongue swiped across your lips sinfully before dancing with your tongue. His lips had an almost bruising force as they captured and sucked your own, sometimes drawing it out in a punishing capture between his teeth. 

You gripped his hair tight, allowing yourself to be swept up in the monsoon that was Bucky Barnes. His hands began to travel lower and lower, soon reaching the hem of your extremely short dress. He began to toy with it, so you ripped your head back.

“Bucky...” You tried to control your breathing, but it was hard as he took this opportunity to place rough kisses down your neck and along your collar bone. 

“Yes, doll?” You barely heard his cocky tone over the music, and his wandering hands were plenty distracting, but you knew that if he didn’t cool off then you were going to be arrested for public indecency. 

“We’re...in...mmm, fuck!...public.” You struggled to grind out as his mouth reached a particularly interesting spot under your ear. You could feel him smirk against your skin and you had to yank his head up by his hair in order to get him to stop the sensuous ministrations he was conducting on your skin. 

“I’ve waited this long to have you like this, moaning my name...” he trailed a metal finger under your dress and along the inside of your thigh, leaving you a trembling mess. “I really don’t give a shit.” He bit his lips seductively and regarded you from hooded eyes. 

You nodded, not really understanding what you were encouraging, but knowing that so help you, god, if he stopped, he would be a dead man. 

His metal fingers brushed against the front of your very lacy and very thing panties, sending shockwaves through you. You gasped and gripped his shoulders, your fingers digging into the flesh of his left shoulder but his metal one giving no leeway. 

He brushed against your core again, this time using the hand on your hip to pull you against him and his cursed fingers in a way that you knew would get you into trouble. You could feel his rock hard length against your abdomen, his hips grinding into you roughly. 

“Surely, just 10 more minutes.” You moaned as his fingers continued to torture the front of your heat, barely applying any pressure. The ghosting of his fingers was sending your nerves alight. 

“I’m not a patient man, draga mea.” He groaned into your ear, his hot breath caressing the side of your neck. 

“I know, I know.” You couldn’t contain the moan that escaped you as he ground you against his clothed manhood, pressing it against you. “But I want it to be perfect, not-”

“In the middle of some club.” He finished for you, resting his head against your forehead as the two of you tried to catch your breath. 

Several minutes and a cab ride full of inappropriate groping later, you and Bucky crashed into his room at the motel. He slammed the door behind him with his foot as he carried you to the bed before dumping you on it.

Not giving you any time to recover, he crawled on top of you, trapping your body beneath his own hulking one. He gripped your hips menacingly and yanked you further down the bed, towards him. You let out a gasp, encircling his waist with your legs and using the leverage to bring him down to you. 

He held himself up by his forearms that were framing your face on the mattress, his heated kissed sending you into a frenzy. Finally, he sat up, pulling off his top and baring his mouthwatering chest to your hungry eyes. 

Using his metal arm, he grabbed the side of your strapless dress and as if it was paper, ripped it straight down the seam. Your mouth dropped as he flung away the offending material.

“I fucking liked that dress, you dick.” You couldn’t believe he’d just done that, but the open-mouthed kissed he was pressing along the top of your bra was making quick work towards his forgiveness. 

“So did I,” He admitted, “But it was in the way.” 

“Cocky bastard.” You muttered, moaning loudly when he ground his stiff member onto your centre roughly.

“That’s cocky.” He smirked and you gripped him by his hair and pulled his face roughly to yours.

“You talk too much, sarge.” You hissed, your still fully clothed parts were bucking against each other, and meeting his lips halfway. He pressed you into the mattress, undoing your bra with only a minor stumble before swiftly ridding you both of the rest of your clothes.

He lay over you, every inch of your skin covered by his own. Your hands caressed his back soothingly as he lined up with your entrance. 

“Wait, I don’t have a-” He began but you shushed him. 

“I’m on the pill.” You assured him.

“Is that the thing you take every morning?” He asked, and it melted your heart that he noticed. You nodded, and his eyes became fully blown with lust.

“In that case...” He entered into you swiftly, making your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.

“Holy...fuck! Bucky...I...” You struggled to breath normally, your nails digging into his back. He gave you a chance to adjust before pulling back out and thrusting in again. Hard.

He picked a torturously rapid pace and stuck to it, his hips smacking into yours with each push and pull. It was all you could do to not scream out his name at the top of your lungs, and instead bite down hard on your fist. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight for me.” He groaned, his metal arm stroking the column of your throat delicately. 

“Only for you, Sarge.” You moaned out, arching your back to meet the thrust of his hips. He growled and suddenly gripped your throat with his metal hand.

Not enough to cause any discomfort, but certainly enough that you knew it was there. You loved the feeling of him dominating you, and you could sense you were close to the edge. 

“Are you close, baby? You gonna let go for me?” He gripped the back of your thigh with his other hand and pushed it towards the mattress, testing your flexibility, continuing to thrust into you at a punishing pace.

“I’m close, Bucky.” You let him know, and he somehow sped up his hips. The headboard of the bed was now banging against the wall, so he let go off your throat to grasp it, not only stopping the noise but also giving him new leverage. 

The sight of him above you, his muscles contracting with each movement and his blue eyes boring into yours with such lust and desire sent you over the edge. You cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you, your legs spasming around him.

“That’s it, Y/N, cum for me. Good girl.” He praised, working you through your mindblowing orgasm as he kept fucking you. 

“Holy...shit! Bucky...!” You moaned as he continued his movements, a second-knot building rapidly in your lower stomach. 

His hand reached down and began circling your clit, sending you spiralling into another orgasm, even more intense than the first. His name left your lips like a chant as your legs tightened around his waist. 

“I can’t...ohmygod!” You moaned pornographically as you came down from your high once again. But he still wasn’t done with you. 

“Come one, doll, you got one more in there for me.” He gritted his teeth, shifting your hips up to hit a whole new spot in you. It sent shockwaves up your spine and made your toes curl. 

“Bucky, I don’t know- fuck! I can’t-” Tears were forming at the corners of your eyes at just how good you felt. He reached down and caressed your face soothingly, his flesh fingertips dragging against your cheekbone and your jaw. 

“Yes, you can. And you will.” He whispered against your lips before dipping his tongue into your mouth, mapping out the crevices of your mouth. 

His pace slowed to a slow and sensual one, still reaching places in you, you didn’t even know were possible, but his new speed allowed it to become all the more intimate. 

You reached up a hand and cupped his jaw, your lips moving with his as you could sense him draw closer to his finish. His metal arm left the headboard, it no longer banging, and dropped between the two of you, finding your clit. 

The sharp coolness of the metal against your heat caused you to gasp, which to groaned into. 

“I’m almost there, Buck.” You moaned against his mouth, one hand gripping his hair and the other scraping your nails down his back. The feeling of your nails drawing blood on his back made him groan even louder into you and he applied direct pressure onto your bundle of nerves, sending you over the edge with a scream.

He followed right after you, his hips stuttering as he spilt his seed into you. You both struggled to catch your breath, your foreheads touching and you opened your eyes to find him staring in amazement at you. 

“I adore you.” He stated before pulling out of you and collapsing onto the bed next to you, pulling you almost on top of him. Your heart wouldn’t stop its dance as you snuggled up to him, resting your head against his own erratic heartbeat.

“And I, you.” You said, stifling a yawn, your eyes fluttering closed into a peaceful sleep, finally in the arms of the only man you wanted.