Summary: Bucky has a thing for sundresses, he loves it when you wear them for him. All you have to do is saunter around in his favorite one and he’s willing to do whatever you want.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Bucky being a 6′4″ menace, sex against a wall, praise kink, implied body worship.
A/N: Based on a tiktok about sundresses, written on my phone. Comments, reblogs and likes are cherished
This is not the fic about the first time he saw you in a sundress, oh no he was way worse that day.
Bucky loves it when you wear dresses, you look beautiful in the classic little black he bought you for a party but his favorites are those colorful sundresses. The ones that show off your luscious curves, and slide across your ass with every step, highlighting your body in ways the other dresses can’t.
He goes feral every time he sees you in them. He likes you in sundresses more than you like him in those grey sweatpants.
You can get him to do anything you want if you ask him while wearing the one red with the thin gold straps. Granted, he’s going to do whatever you want anyway, but he appreciates the extra motivation.
And he knows, he absolutely knows, what you’re doing when you saunter around the house, wearing a new sundress. Enticing him with your pretty smiles and even prettier eyes as the soft material sways around your hips.
It doesn’t matter because he’s always ready to give you anything including giving you the moon whenever you want. He’s just waiting for you to ask.
That’s the power you have. And he loves it.
Bucky’s trying to behave, he really is. Even keeping his eyes on the manual he’s studying, telling himself to stay focused while you moved around the living room.
What do people who don’t obsess over tv shows/movies/signers do in their spare time?Like I mean like even the ones who don’t obsess over sports? Like please tell me what do you do? Is your life fun or boring? I NEED TO KNOW!
Summary: Sexy times with the Super Soldiers: the sequel.
Warnings: 18+, Stucky, Pet names, Daddy!Bucky, Captain!Steve, explicit words, smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, choking, Dom!Bucky, Dom!Steve, so much dirty talk :), fingering, unprotected intercourse (like sperm in vagina unprotected), daddy kink (beware: this is my first time writing it), captain kink, sub!reader, degradation (but in a cute way???), threesome, blowjob, hair pulling. Let me know if you find more.
Notes: This is filth…I’m gonna go now, I’ll see you at the end of it (leave me some feedback, if you feel like it).
Have fun ;)
P.s.: English is not my first language, soooo ehehehe, please don’t judge me too harshly.
A beat passes, you’ve barely sucked in enough oxygen, before you feel the grips at your neck tightening again.
“Hands and knees, darling, c’mon.”
Your mind is still hazy, clouded by the aftermath of the first orgasm of the night. You know there are many more to come and the knowledge has you growing wetter by the second. Steve leans back, runs his finger over your stomach, spreading around the come that wasn’t soaked up by your panties and when his eyes find yours, the smile that spreads on his face is enough to get your desire flaring up again.
Sucking in some more much needed air, you glance at Bucky, whose hand is still around your neck; he grins down at you, all cheeky and taunting as he waits for you to ask. He loves the way you lick your lips, glance away for a beat only to bring your gaze back on his when you have to ask, “Can I please get up, Daddy?”
Steve’s finger traces its way down to your sopping lips, playing in your juices as he watches you interact with Bucky.
“Sure thing, doll.” He leans down to press a peck to your temple, “Ass up, dollface, lemme see Cap fuck that tight cunt. Put on a show for Daddy.”
So you do, you sit up, the silky robe pooling at your waist as you reach for Steve’s hard chest and ghost your fingers along his pecs and down to his abs, enjoying the way the muscles tighten under your touch. There’s a light sheen of sweat starting to cover the warm expanse of muscle, and you lean closer; tongue snaking out to pepper kitten licks along his neck.
The hand that isn’t playing with your clit wraps around your neck; you gasp as he pulls you up until you’re face to face with him, lips brushing as he speaks.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, darling.” A slap connects with your thigh; a stinging reminder of what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.
You pull back when he releases his hold, look up into the Captain’s darkening gaze, and turn around to face Bucky who’s now leaning against the pillows; teeth worrying his lips as he admires your breasts and aching nipples. You move to settle between his parted thighs, hands running up the fabric of his jeans to settle on either side of his hips. Bucky’s hands are behind his head, a clear indication that he plans on enjoying the show for a while.
Steve’s hand connecting with your left ass cheek makes you yelp in surprise, hips thrusting forward as you subconsciously try to pull away. When you glance at him over your shoulder, you find his gaze locked on his best friend as he smacks your other cheek.
You groan at the sting, but this time you push back against him, wordlessly asking for more.
“Hum, you ready for me, darling? Ready for my cock?” You nod your head, biting your bottom lip as you rub your ass against his crotch, whining at the barely there stimulation you get. His hips pull back and he lightly taps your sopping core, “Look at you, so wet and willing. Just wanna be filled up, don’t ya?”
“Yes, please. Give it to me, Captain, fill me up.”
You grind back against his hand, shamelessly spreading your wetness on his fingers as you go. His thick fingers push past your lips, teasing your bundle of nerves for a second before he enters you and you groan your appreciation; back arching deeper as your arms give up, forcing you to press your face against Bucky’s jean-clad thigh.
“How’s that pussy feel, Stevie?” The question has Steve pushing in another finger, further stretching your walls to prepare you to take him.
“Oh, you’re gonna love this, Buck. She’s so fucking wet already; clenching down so hard.”
You moan, listening to the filthy words and shivering at the way they speak of you, of your body. Bucky brings his hand to your head, carding his fingers through your hair for a second, before he fists the strands and lifts you up to look him in the eye.
“Feel good, doll? You enjoying Cap’s fingers fucking ya?” Your teeth sink down in your bottom lip, eyes rolling back in your head as Steve brushes the spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You’re already so close again, it’s embarrassing.
“Oh God, yes. Feels so-oh good, Daddy, please.” Bucky leans up, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he whispers huskily, “Ya know, if you beg nicely enough he might even let you come on them.” He chuckles then, bringing your head back to his lap as he relaxes against the pillows once more.
Another smack is delivered to your bottom, eliciting a whine past your panting lips as you beg Steve for more, your walls clamping around his digits, “Can I come for you, Cap? Please, I’ll be so good, can I co-oh fuck! Please.”
Your body shudders as you try to hold back, waiting for his say so. Nails dig in Bucky’s leg when Steve laughs darkly, slowing his pace and focusing on your g-spot. Your legs start shaking with the effort to keep your ass in place and you almost cry in relief when Steve wraps his free arm around your midriff, hand coming to rest against your stomach. He lifts you up, your back pressed to his damp chest as he keeps finger-fucking you.
“Ain’t she pretty like this, Buck?” His question is answered by a grunt, Bucky’s eyes devouring your body as he sheds himself of the layers of clothing and fists his dick. Your mouth waters at the sight of the black metal gliding over his come slickened shaft.
“Uhm, you like that, don’t you, darling? Huh? Like Daddy watching you being such a little whore for me?” Your ass presses back against him, answering his questions as you grind up and down his dick; your walls clench around his fingers again, alerting him of your pending release.
“Mmhm, yes, always. Always your dirty, little whore, Captain. Let me come? Please?”
“Go ahead, darling. Keep your eyes on him and come for me.”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice, your walls start spasming before he finishes the sentence; body going limp in his arms as your hips keep bucking against his thrusting fingers. You’re still coming when he retrieves his digits, a disappointed plea the only thing you manage to muster up, but then his cock is teasing your entrance and he thrusts inside in one go, filling you up as your walls are still clenching and prolonging your orgasm.
“That’s it-fuck, darling, always feel so fucking good.” Your head falls back to rest against his shoulder as he starts moving inside you. Slowly rocking you back and forth.
“You want a taste, pal?”
The question has you opening your eyes right in time to see the brunette coming to his knees in front of you, eyes boring into his best friend’s ones. “Yeah, don’t be greedy, punk.”
You melt when his chest presses to yours, your hard, aching nipples rubbing against his pecs with every thrust of Steve’s hips. Bucky’s hand cups the other man’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss over your shoulder. He moans in Steve’s mouth, biting down on his bottom lip before he suckles on it. They make it look so pretty and so dirty; their kisses are always a clash of teeth and a rolling of wet, needy tongues. The sight has you bringing your hand back to your pulsing clit.
“Mmm, taste even better on Cap’s lips, dollface.” You glance back over your shoulder to find Steve giving you a shit-eating grin, and you realize exactly what Bucky was tasting: Steve must’ve sucked your come off his fingers.
The praise has goosebumps rising on your skin.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He hums his acknowledgement; hands running along your sides before they cup your breasts and you keen at the touch. You’re torn between pushing back against Steve’s thrusting hips, or forward towards Bucky’s exploring hands.
At the same time, Steve slaps your hand off your clit and Bucky pinches a nipple; the sleekness of the metal fingers adding another layer to the overwhelming amount of feelings driving you crazy.
You whimper your approval, eyes begging Bucky as he leans down to pull one nipple inside his hot mouth. He smiles up at you, flashing you his teeth for a second before they are sinking down in your flesh, inflicting just enough pain for more slick to gush around Steve’s dick, and now it’s the blonde’s turn to moan in approval. Your hands fly to Bucky’s hair as he reserves the same treatment to your other breast, groaning against it when you tangle your fingers in the strands and pull.
Now that Bucky’s body is holding you up, Steve brings his fingers to your lips, teasing them open and you gladly accept; running your tongue around his fingers the way you know he likes you to.
“Need something to suck on, huh? C’mon then, wanna see you choke on Daddy’s dick.”
That grabs Bucky’s attention, who lets go of your nipple and sits back on the bed, grinning happily as Steve places a hand on your lower back and bends you to his will.
Your cheek presses to Bucky’s thigh, and you allow yourself to enjoy the skin-on-skin contact for a couple of seconds, before you nuzzle his cock and slyly look up at him with parted lips and innocent eyes.
“Fuck, Stevie, look at her. So fucking obedient.”
“Only for you, Daddy.”
The answer earns you a hard thrust by Steve; he stills, buried deep inside you until you glance back at him apologetically. “Ah-both of you. Fuck, both of you, Captain, please.”
“Mmhm, less talking, more sucking.”
Your hips wiggle against him to persuade him to start moving again, but instead he leans over you, his chest flush to your back and wraps his right hand around Bucky’s cock, stroking him a couple of times before directing him to your lips.
“Open up wide, darling. Yeah, that’s it. Such a good fucking girl for us.”
You thank him around the mouthful; the vibration of your words causing Bucky to jerk up, but Steve’s hand still wrapped at the base of his cock keeps him down. You peer up at the brunette, eyeing him as you start gently suckling on the head.
“Ugh, fuck’n- shit!”
Steve removes his hand and you switch, bobbing your head as both your eyes and Steve’s keep feasting on the pleasure ridden expression colouring Bucky’s face. A long string of Russian tumbles past his lips, and Steve twitches inside you not even a second before your walls clench down in response.
“You’re such a sucker for her pretty mouth.”
“Fuck. Off. Punk.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust as Bucky brings his hand to your head, holding you still as he starts to fuck your mouth, slowly going further on each push. Steve cackles, pressing a kiss to your hollowed cheek before he pushes back to his knees and resumes fucking your drenched pussy.
He starts with a soft grind, testing your steadiness as you’re pushed and pulled on them, and once he’s satisfied you can still hold yourself upright, he sets a hard pace; each thrust ending with a dirty roll of his hips when they’re flush against your ass.
You lose yourself between them. Eyes closing as you bask in Steve’s wandering hands - moving, exploring every inch he can reach - and the filthy, lewd praises falling from both men.
“Look so pretty choking on Daddy’s dick.”
“Fuck yeah- cunt sucking me in so nicely, darling.”
“Taking me so good, doll. Gon’ make me come down your thro-oh fuck.”
“My pretty, little whore. Look at you, being fucked on each end, you like that, huh?”
You’re a mumbling mess, moaning your agreements and whining your pleas as you feel another orgasm approaching.
“Hold it. Don’t you dare come yet.”
Bucky is the first to reach his climax. He fists your hair, pulls you close until the light smattering of hair tickles your nose, and groans long and deep; hips jerking lightly as he starts spilling inside your mouth. Steve stops, watches at first until he leans back down, bringing his hand to your neck.
“Shit, Buck. Can feel you in her throat.” With that Bucky pushes one last time, letting you clean him off with tiny, delicate, kitten licks.
Your hips roll back, alerting Steve that you’re ready for him to continue at the same time as Bucky pulls you off; a string of your saliva and his come connecting your swollen lips to his sensitive cock. He moans his praise, resting his ass against the pillows as Steve takes over and pulls you back upright.
His pace is faster now, fucking into you with a renewed vigour as he chases his own release.
Fingers tangled in your messy hair, he angles your face to kiss you hard; tongue pushing past your lips to taste his best friend. His other hand is hooked in the elastic of your panties, using it as leverage as he moves you along his cock, manoeuvring your body and setting the rhythm to his liking. He slows down every time you clench tight around him, bringing you down from your impending high.
“Harder, Stevie. Oh fuck- give it to me, please. Fuck your dirty whore, Captain.”
He grunts at the sound of his name on your breathy, needy moans; the silky robe sticking to your sweaty bodies as he grants your wishes and you melt against him. The elastic snaps on your hip and a growl tears past Steve’s lips and lands on the damp skin of your cheek, his hands both settle on your hips to pull you against his rocking body as he pushes forward faster on each thrust.
Bruises will surely adorn your skin and you already know, you’ll spend your morning marvelling at them.
The feeling of another set of hands on your scorching body has you opening your eyes to find Bucky on his knees again, moving to mold his chest to yours. His metal fingers return to torment your breasts, rolling, pulling, tweaking your nipples until you moan his name, begging for his lips.
He grins at you, slow, seductive and taunting before he brushes the softest of pecks on the tip of your nose, and his right hand wraps gently around your neck, holding you flush to Steve. His thumb presses past your parted lips, teasing your tongue before you start nipping and sucking on it.
“So damn tight. Gon’ make me c-shit.”
“Do it, Stevie.”
Bucky’s attention turns to his best friend, tendrils of his chestnut hair tickling your cheek and jaw as he leans over your shoulder to whisper to him; voice low and husky, honey-coated by the need cursing through his veins. You shudder at the pants hitting your skin.
“Come inside her, Cap. Fill her up and pass her to me. I’ll make sure to fuck your come deep inside that pretty cunt of hers.”
His words are your undoing. Your body seizes up; lips parted as you orgasm harder than you did all night. You claw at Bucky’s back, shoulders, arm, anything you manage to get your hands on, and he chuckles in your ear, holding your shaking body still as Steve comes inside you with a wanton, broken moan.
Somewhere, under the lust clouding your brain, you realize you need air and start drawing in deep, long breaths trying to calm down your racing heart as you fill in your lungs.
Steve and Bucky are kissing over your shoulder again, you glance at them from the corner of your eye, enjoying the feeling of being held up by them and whimpering as the blonde starts thrusting minutely after completely emptying himself. They pull back for air, with ragged breaths and rosy cheeks; they recover way quicker than you - damned super soldiers – and their plump lips attack your neck.
You close your eyes, revelling in the soft caresses of their mouths, the gentle flickers of their tongues and the light nips of their teeth. Your breathing quickens again, you bring your hands to their hair, carding through short blonde strands and tugging on longer chestnut locks. Bucky leans back, catches your eyes in his mesmerising ones and smiles.
Summary: Things heat up during a training session between Bucky and Reader.
Warnings: Pet names, explicit words, teasing, cursing, fighting/training, dirty talk (kinda), innuendos, that stupid metal arm (ugh), kissing, implied smut, seduction 101. That’s it I think, let me know if you find more.
Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is I don’t know :) But if you feel like leaving me some feedback, I’d really appreciate it.
Ps: English is not my first language, I tried my best, but there might still be some mistakes/weird sentences. Sorry :)
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A strategy, that’s all it is. Nothing more than a strategy. A strategy that you’ve spent the last couple of weeks working on because, honestly, how long can anyone take this? Every other day, you find yourself lying on your back, sweaty and out of breath, panting up at the same man pinning your body to the sticky mattresses time and time again. That is, if you’re not pinned to something else.
It probably wouldn’t even be so bad if it wasn’t for the smug, self-satisfied grin always painted on his stupidly handsome face.
So yes, you came up with a plan. Granted it’s a stupid, ridiculous, totally not thought-through plan, but at least you are prepared. That’s what everyone keeps telling you anyway. You should always have a plan.
That’s why, this time, as he effortlessly swipes your feet from under you, sending your body to meet the oh so trusty mattress, you don’t try to fight your way back to your feet before his hips are pinning yours down; one elbow landing a breath away from your face as his metal hand wraps around your throat, asserting the dominance you both know he currently has over you.
Yeah, he’s a show-off and you fucking hate him for it.
The smile that spreads on his lips is slow, teasing and 100% meant to get on every single one of your nerves. That’s another thing he excels at. The fucker.
Your chest rises to meet his sweat-dampened one, cause Mr. ‘I’ll always pin you to whatever surface is closest’ prefers working out shirtless – not that you mind – but still: a show off.
“Gotcha.” A quick eyebrow raise, smile widening as his tongue pokes out to make an appearance.
He’s a show-off and a tease. So, well, you kiss him.
Now your plan didn’t go any further than this exact moment and you’re not sure what you were expecting him to do other than be surprised, but it sure as hell wasn’t to kiss you back.
He’s a good kisser, and fucking hell, you should’ve expected that. You should’ve at least guessedfrom the way he runs his tongue over those lips, the way his teeth sink in them, or even just the easy way they curl around his smile. He smiles like a man who knows how to use those lips.
So, what if you get distracted for a minute or several even? What if your arms encircle his waist and you pull him closer? No one in their right mind would judge you cause he definitely knows how to use those lips.
The position you’re in, or rather his hips pinning your own, limit your movements which is more than a little frustrating – not that you plan on ever admitting that out loud – all you can really do, is wiggle underneath him, until he catches your drift and smoothly manoeuvres to rest between your parted thighs. Bless Sam and his ‘flexibility is fundamental’ policy.
You’d originally thought this would be the long-awaited moment to claim your victory, instead, you find yourself hooking your calf around his thigh, which rewards you with the sweetest, most panty-melting groan you’ve had the pleasure of hearing, and the prominent evidence of how much he’s enjoying the kiss. Now, that, is one hell of a victory.
His hand moves from your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he cups your head to deepen the kiss and when his tongue asks for entrance, you don’t deem it nice to refuse – seriously that would be rude – so you grant it.
He kisses you until you run out of breath and you find yourself wishing you’d taken on Natasha’s advice to increase your damn lung capacity. You don’t have much time to contemplate that thought, though, because then he’s staring down at you so intently with those pretty, darkened blue eyes and, damn, is it even legal for him to lick his lips like that?
“That wa-” Taking your chance while his guard is down, you don’t give him time to finish.
Hands on his shoulders, you bridge your hips and push him off and to the side, the way Steve showed you during your last sparring session, quickly switching positions and pinning him to the mattress. Your turn for a smug smile.
“-uff. Dirty trick, huh?”
You’d probably be more bothered by the fact that he’s grinning again, if it weren’t for his lips still glistening with the evidence of your kiss. His hands resting comfortably on your waist are a plus.
“Gotcha!”
“Doesn’t count, doll. You cheated.”
You shrug one shoulder, leaning down and mimicking his previous actions; elbow by his head and hand around his neck. You’re starting to understand why he enjoys pinning you down so much. He’s still a show-off, though.
“Gotcha.” You whisper the word, letting your breath tickle the sensitive skin just under his ear and thoroughly enjoying the way his fingers flex on your waist as his breathing stutters ever so slightly. It’s payback and, fine, maybe he’s not the only tease.
“If that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to let you pin me more often, dollface.” The way the pet name rolls off his tongue this time – smooth, sensual, inviting – has you fighting off the urge to buck your hips. You categorically refuse to give him the satisfaction.
“That’s cute, but we both know your ego could never sustain such a blow, sarge.”
With his head thrown back, you feel the laugh that erupts from him travel all through his body, and fuck, the plan was definitely not thought-through.
“Trust me, my ego is getting one hell of a boost with you perched up there, doll.”
He makes a show of letting his eyes suggestively travel to the place you’re sitting on, making you hyper aware of the delectable way his bulge looks in his damned, black shorts. Yep, okay, time to get up before you make a fool out of yourself.
“Don’t get cheeky with me, sergeant.” A slap to his chest accompanies your words and the hard pecs you’re met with, have your core clenching involuntarily. He’s just so solid; it’s unfair. Likereallyunfair.
Before you have the time to redirect your thoughts to something more decent – he is your teammate after all, for crying out loud – he brings his hands under your thighs, lifting your body as he sits up and slams you down between his parted thighs, effectively knocking the breath out of you.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”
You grunt back something intelligible, sticking up your middle finger for him to chuckle at as he gets back to his feet. God, you really do hate his skilled and overly attractive ass. When you crack open an eye, you find his hand dangling in front of your face: a peace offering. Grasping the metal appendage, you let him pull you back upright and head for your water bottle; Barnes still has 27 minutes and 19 seconds to thoroughly torture your ass before you can call it a day. Yay.
Your back is met with the wall this time, because he likes to spice things up. You huff out indignantly, struggling against the vice grip holding both of your wrists plastered to the wall padding. Why are his hands so big, anyway? Honestly, that’s just unnecessary. You feel like screaming your frustration cause he’s not even using the metal hand and, yet, you can’t make him budge.
“You’re getting better at this.”
Praying for your body not to betray the effect his praise has on you, you flash him your most saccharine, sarcastic smile. “What can I say, Steve’s a great teacher. Gon let me go now, or what?”
Your attitude will be your undoing one day, that’s for sure.
Instead of loosening his grip, he slots his thigh between your legs, spreading them in the process as your hips are pinned to the wall as well. His breathing is ragged and you wish, but you know it’s not due to exertion; you still have a long road ahead of you before your fighting skills manage to exert a super soldier. Still, you’ll take what you can and, now, it’s your ego’s turn to get one hell of a boost.
You don’t dare break eye contact, staring right back at him defiantly. No way you’re backing down. When you feel the almost-there touch of his metal fingers caressing their way up your thigh, you consider caving for a fraction of a second, but then that grin just has to make another damn appearance. Well, fuck him.
“I’m dying to see how you get out of this one, dollface.” His gaze locks on your parted lips. You know what he expects, what he wants, and you also know that he’ll never cave either.
Your voice sounds just as strained and husky as his when you finally manage to get enough moisture back in your dry mouth to answer.
“What if I don’t want to, sergeant?” It’s mocking, provoking and instead of taking it back, your shoulders relax against the wall, pushing your chest forward as your back arches invitingly.
Yeah, your attitude will certainly be your undoing.
His dark eyes find yours again, at the same time his metal hand lands just under your ribcage and his other hand tugs your wrists upwards. You groan at the change in posture; every muscle in your body tensing as you find yourself barely able to reach the ground with your tiptoes.
“Don’t fuck with me, doll.” Huh, you wish.
James fucking Barnes is holding your body suspended in the air. If you were to relax, you’d end up straddling his thigh and the fucker makes it abundantly clear that he knows that by purposefully contracting his quad. Your ego stops you from accepting the tempting invitation.
If your brain wasn’t currently swallowed by a cloud of lust, you would actually be more than a little mortified by the fact that he has you melting against his rock-hard body as muscle fatigue starts to set in.
You don’t know how, and you certainly don’t know why, since your body is rather enjoying the feeling of his, but you manage to use his hold on your wrist as leverage and your knee comes up to awkwardly connect with his side. The movement takes him by surprise and he loses his footing trying to keep you from falling.
You end up back on the mattress in a tangled mess of limbs. The timer going off makes you jump lightly, but neither of you moves to pull away. Somewhere in the background, under the obscene fantasies now running wild in your head, you remember that you’re still in the gym. Anyone could walk in at any fucking second.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.” You throw back his words at him and if the answering growl you receive is anything to go by, he doesn’t find you as funny as you find yourself. Oh well. You shrug, sitting back upright on his lap as he lets his head hit the mattress; eyes closing. The privileged seat is kind of starting to grow on you.
“Bucky?”
“Hmmm?” It’s more of an annoyed grunt than a hum, his nostrils flaring as he opens his eyes to find you glancing behind him to check if anyone is there to witness what is going on.
“How’s the ego doing?”
“You really wanna know the answer to that?”
He shifts his hips slightly, catching you off guard and you end up positioned right on top of the delectable bulge that was previously teasing you.
Oh yeah, something is growing on you alright.
Schooling your facial expression as best as you can because – sweet baby pandas, neither his shorts nor yours do anything to conceal what and how much he is packing – you force your eyes to stay on his daring ones. This is the moment of truth: every single, tiny, teasing taunt you’ve exchanged today culminates in this. You, him, your core pressed to his bulge and his lust-darkened eyes boring into yours; you’re going to combust.
“Well then, nothing to worry about I guess. So- ehm, time’s up, you plan on letting me go or what?”
“Maybe…” His hold on your thighs tightens the slightest bit, betraying his words and keeping you rooted in place. “If you ask nicely.”
You huff out a laugh, eyebrows rising incredulously, because he has to know that you’d rather spend the night sitting on his lap than beg. There is no way in hell, heaven and everything in between. At least, you like to think so.
“Sure, in your dreams, pal.”
He sits up then, and all you can think about is how strong his core muscles must be. Does this man ever tire? Apparently not.
“Oh, I’m counting on it, doll. Always sound so damn pretty, too.” That takes you by surprise. You know what his words imply and, suddenly, your brain is flooded back with all those indecent thoughts about your teammate.
Your forefinger finds his chest and you push back, needing to put some space between you and his scorching, hot body in order for your brain to resume functioning properly.
“Well, guess what? If you let me go now, you’ll have just enough time to squeeze in a nap before dinner time.” His back connects loudly with the mat as he unceremoniously falls back down; hands pillowing his head as he stares up at you with a boyish grin.
You lift yourself off of him as gracefully as you can, and just before you stand back to your feet, you lean closer one last time; your finger back on his chest and slowly making its way south. Yep, those abs are as strong as you always guessed them to be. “You should know, though, that I sound much, much better in real life.”
Flashing him a sultry smile, you stand up and revel in the groan that echoes your confession.
“Who’s being cheeky now, huh, doll?”
You don’t turn to look at him, eyeing him in the mirror and enjoying the way his eyes are glued to your retreating figure as he adjusts himself with his metal hand. For some reason, which you do not care to dwell on, that simple action gets you hot all over.
“Sweet dreams.” You toss the words over your back, calming down the raging zoo in your ribcage before you add. “That is, unless you rather get a taste of the real thing, sarge.”
The invitation is followed by a second of silence; then a curse, a thud and some more colourful words reach your ears, before the mat squeaks under Bucky’s footsteps as he rushes to catch up.
Summary: While on the run Bucky and the Reader encounter a bit of trouble.
Warnings: Pet names, explicit words, teasing, cursing, blood, bullet wound, idiots in love (hehehe). That’s it I think, let me know if you find more.
Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is I don’t know :) But if you feel like leaving me some feedback, I’d really appreciate it.
Ps: English is not my first language, I tried my best, but there might still be some mistakes/weird sentences. Sorry :)
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A groan tears through your raw throat as you’re giving yourself a mental pep-talk trying to prepare for what is coming and knowing, much to your dismay, that it’s not going to help at all.
“You know, hiding is kinda useless if you keep making noise.”
“Oh, sorry my fucking pain is such a fucking nuisance to you. It’s not like I have a damn hole in my arm from saving your fucking ass.”
“Never asked you to, doll.”
Bucky sends a saccharine smile your way, before he turns back around to make sure no one has found your hideout yet. If you weren’t smack in the middle of the enemy’s lair, you would give him a piece of your mind, but knowing how little it takes for your disputes to escalate, you swallow down your retort and focus on getting the bullet out.
Fuck. FUCK! Fuck me and my fucking need to help his ungrateful fucking ass.
Your teeth sink in the flesh just under your bottom lip, trapping in your scream of pain as shaky fingers dig in your bicep; slippery with blood, the bullet keeps escaping your grasp and it makes you want to shout your frustration to the high heavens. Too bad you can’t.
Once sure that you’re safe enough for the moment, Bucky glances back to check how you’re doing. You haven’t lost too much blood, which is the only upside of your predicament. Tears are on the verge of falling from your eyes, and he feels a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach.
He crouches down next to you and takes your hand away; you give him a confused glare but don’t comment as he sets to retrieve the bullet himself. You hiss as he first touches the wound and his disapproving eyes find yours.
“Sorry. Want me to fucking die quieter?”
“You’re not going to die. Stop being so dramatic.”
You feel an unimaginable need to stick your tongue out at him, but since his fingers are about to dig inside the hole in your arm, you decide against it. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.
“Bite down on something, this is gonna hurt.”
He’s right, his fingers are bigger than yours, but with the pain making you dizzy you can’t summon the strength to pull it out yourself. Whoever said that there’s strength in numbers, never stopped to consider how weakening getting used to the possibility of relying on others could be.
You bite down on your uninjured hand, hoping for the pain you’re causing yourself to trick your brain from focusing on the pain Bucky is about to unintentionally inflict. It’s useless, you already know that.
Bucky’s eyes find your face, wanting to give you a heads up before starting, and his stomach fills with dread at the realisation of just how screwed he is.
You’re scrunching your eyes closed, teeth gnawing on your hand and he shouldn’t, really, it’s not the time for such thoughts, not when you’re bleeding and in pain and – fuck, what if they find you? But he takes his time and commits the small details of your face to his memory.
Flushed cheeks, wet with the tears you’ve tried to push back; irritated lips bitten raw in your attempt at reigning in the pain; clammy skin, dampened by the cold sweat you both worked up during the chase; Bucky knows he’ll never get another chance to be so up close to you.
He drowns the thought urging him to push the stray strands of hair stuck to your face and clears his throat; professionalism is his strongest suit.
“On three.”
You nod once, pull in a long, shuddering breath through your nose and sink your teeth a little deeper in your hand. Completely, undeniably useless; the second his forefinger digs in to locate the foreign object, you feel your soul on the verge of leaving your body.
Fucking hero complex.
The suffering comes out as a sobbing whimper, and your widened eyes find Bucky’s face; teeth releasing your limb because – that trick never work, does it?
He’s even more handsome up close. Straight nose and full, plump lips. Your brain focuses on counting the light dusting of freckles across his skin; marvels at the long lashes creating the softest of shadows on each delicate flutter. Oh, he’s prettypretty.
Bucky glances up, your eyes lock and for a second he actually seems taken aback by your staring. One beat. Two.
His eyes are so bright and so dull at the same time.
The shadows of his past cloud the pools of blue Steve has told you about. You knew that, knew what to expect when they made you teammates; listened, memorised and dreamt of all the information Natasha and Tony had given you. He’s a ghost story and yet…
You try to blink away the thoughts, afraid he might catch on to your inner ramblings. One blink. Two.
His fingers pull out the bullet and your nails dig in his quad with everything you have left. Neither of you can tell when your hand found his thigh. He doesn’t complain, though, doesn’t even flinch at the action.
“What the fuck happened to ‘on three’?”
His lips tilt at the corners, if he wasn’t a breath away, you would never have caught the action.
“Changed my mind.”
“You’re the fucking worst.”
“And you’re fucking welcome, doll. Now, shut up before you get us caught.”
You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at his back. Ungrateful ass.
Word count: 2110 (these are getting longer and longer, sorry)
Summary: Sexy times with the Super Soldiers.
Warnings: 18+, Pet names, Daddy!Bucky, Captain!Steve (is this a thing?) explicit words, smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, chocking I guess, Dom!Bucky, Dom!Steve, so much dirty talk :), fingering, hints to unprotected intercourse, daddy kink (beware: this is my first time writing it), captain kink, sub!reader, masturbation, threesome. Let me know if you find more.
Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is, once again, I don’t know :).
The gentle light from the candle flickers on the walls, creating soft shadows in the otherwise dark room. You can feel the silky fabric of the robe you’re wearing tickling your skin, caressing it with every twitch of your muscles. Your nerve endings are on fire, crackling on each movement, each lungful of air; your mouth feels dry and you swallow again for the 5th time in the last couple of seconds.
“Look at that. So fucking wet, darling.”
Teeth sinking in your bottom lip, you nod to Steve even though his words are not meant as a question; eyes begging him for something, anything. The way he’s looking at you, the sound of his voice - almost as wrecked as you feel - the words he normally chastises you for falling from his bitten lips, every single thing has more slick gathering between your thighs.
“You like this, don’t ya? Being watched as you fuck yourself?”
Bucky’s voice is darker, smugness dripping from the words because he already knows, but he loves the way you get flustered; the way you look away from his eyes in embarrassment.
His teasing elicits twin groans from you and the blonde sitting next to him. They’re both at the foot of the bed, shoulder to shoulder as they watch with rapt attention how your fingers press inside of your pussy.
Your legs are spread open, knees bent as you lean back on the pillows Bucky has lovingly set against the headboard. They love your eyes on them, get off on having you watch the way you affect them as you pleasure yourself. Steve’s hand moves to the prominent tent in his slacks, palms it for just a second as another guttural groan escapes his mouth at the wet sound of your lips accommodating your fingers.
“She looks good, doesn’t she, Stevie? Pretty pussy peeking through the lace?”
Steve brings his eyes to yours, watches as you plead with him for more. You can tell that if it was up to him alone, he’d already be balls deep inside you, but Bucky enjoys the teasing.
“Fuck yeah, she does. You know she does.”
His sky-blue eyes darken a little more as he turns to catch his best friend’s gaze. They stare at one another for a moment, and then Steve’s eyes glance to Bucky’s lips as they curve up in that grin that never fails to bring either of you to your knees.
A frustrated whine slips out of you when Bucky’s metal hand wraps around Steve’s throat. You feel the green-eyed monster rear up its head at the sight of the black contrasting so prettily against Steve’s flushed skin.
“Wanna fuck her, Stevie?”
“Taste her. She’s so wet, smells so fucking sweet.”
Yes, please. Another whimper, your hips buck up at the suggestions; either of them would be more than welcome since your fingers are not cutting it anymore. You feel Steve’s fingers caressing up your foot, but you know better than to move. You keep still, breath stuck in your lungs as his fingers wrap around your ankle. Bucky mirrors his actions and they jerk your legs apart a little more. You yelp in surprise at the sudden movement.
“Oh, she smells delicious, a’ight. And your face does look real fucking pretty framed by her legs.”
Steve’s hand goes back to palming his dick and Bucky chuckles allowing his eyes to follow the gesture. You would protest at the loss of contact if your own eyes weren’t greedily soaking up the erotic scene before them.
Bucky tsks, metal hand gliding up his friend’s neck to land on his cheek; fingers softly sinking into Steve’s stubbly skin while his thumb caresses his bottom lip.
“You want it bad, don’t ya?”
Steve barely nods, doesn’t even need to because Bucky can read it all on his face. His tongue pokes out of his parted lips, tip grazing Bucky’s thumb and it’s the brunette’s turn to bite back a groan.
“See whatcha did, dollface? Got Cap here all wound up for you.”
Bucky’s silvery gaze finds yours, and you swallow again at the dryness in your mouth as all moisture keeps gathering south. He smiles at you, all soft and warm, and the complete opposite of his words and the dark promises in his eyes.
“What do you suggest we do about that, hum?”
Your eyes go back to Steve’s form, wander over his body, from his chiselled face down to where his hand is still squeezing his cock. You wish you could undress them with your thoughts alone.
Before you can answer, Steve interrupts you.
“Keep fucking yourself, darling.”
Bucky kinks an eyebrow disapprovingly and you realise that sometime, as you lost yourself watching them interact, you’d stopped moving your fingers. Not that anyone can blame you; your boys are just too fucking pretty.
You resume your teasing, because that is all you can really do with your underwear still on, but Steve likes it. He likes to see your skin adorned by the lace as you touch yourself; that’s the reason behind it overflowing your underwear drawer.
Eyes apologetic, you push and pull, turning your attention back to Bucky.
“Whatever you want, just…do something.”
Steve squeezes himself a little harder at your breathy voice, and switches hands so that he can bring his left one back on your leg. This time it rests a little higher, grasping at your calf as he eyes your body hungrily.
“Whatever we want? Oh, dollface, you sure you can take it all? Takeusboth?”
You nod, fingers quickening slightly when your mind starts conjuring up images of what Bucky’s words might entail.
“Yeah? Gon let us have our way with ya?”
Bucky’s voice is even deeper than before, getting huskier by the second and Steve moans at his words, unbuttoning his pants. Fucking finally.
“Yeah. Yes, Bucky, please.”
They move at the same time, shifting closer to your body and you can finally feel the heat radiating off of them. Steve’s hand is now on your thigh, fingers moving along the inner muscle until it quivers with anticipation. He grins at you, all boyish and carefree with a barely concealed hint of mischief.
The black, hard metal of Bucky’s hand makes contact with your tummy, forefinger tracing your navel as you marvel at the light reflecting off the gold decorating the arm. Your quick intake of breath pleases him and he leans closer until he’s face to face with your heating cheeks.
“What d’ya need, dollface, huh?”
Biting down on your bottom lip, you let the hand that was clenching the sheets move to find his, fingers wrapping around his wrist to urge him to speed up in his ascent towards your breasts.
“I want you to fuck me. Need it so bad, please.”
“Always so fucking polite, darling. So fucking pretty for us.”
Steve tugs on your wrist and your fingers easily slip from inside you; the panties’ elastic gently slapping back into place. Both yours and Bucky’s eyes are glued to the blonde as he brings your fingers to his mouth and sucks them in, eyes closing in delight when your juices reach his tastebuds.
Heavy breaths mingle in the otherwise silent room until he releases your fingers with a lewd pop, bringing your hand to his chest before letting go of your wrist. He moves then, settles between your parted thighs and that seems to be Bucky’s cue to focus his attention back on you.
“Want Cap’s cock, dollface? Want him to fuck you?”
‘Cap’, you know what that means and you moan your answer, a broken ‘yeah’ that has Steve hurriedly pushing his zipper down and rising to his knees to shove the pants out of the way. Humour is coating the brunette’s voice when he wraps his hand around your throat and a desperate whine slips past your glistening, bite-swollen lips.
“And what about me, huh?”
“Want you too; want both, please.”
Unable to stop yourself, you glance at Steve as he’s unbuttoning his shirt, gaping at the expanse of muscle being revealed and hoping for him to lose the boxers a little bit quicker. He smiles when he catches your eyes, discarding the material aside and grabbing his cock again.
“Gon let Daddy fuck that pretty, little mouth of yours, darling?”
Oh. Stunned into silence, you keep your eyes glued to him until Bucky’s fingers tighten around your neck, effectively diverting your attention; claiming it back as his own.
“Answer him, dollface, gonna let me fuck your mouth?”
“Yes, Captain. Wanna feel Daddy down my throat.”
Both men moan at your words, Steve shifting until his hips are bracketed by your thighs; his cock now free and resting on your panty-clad pussy. He rocks forwards once, creating such delicious friction on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Look at you, doll. You just wanna be a good girl for us, don’t ya?”
“Uh huh. I'mma be a good girl, Daddy. I’ll be your best girl.”
Steve ruts against you again, hands hot on your thighs, using the hold for leverage and pulling your body down as he surges up. Your thoughts scatter all over the place; mouth falling open on panted nonsense and pleas.
“Oh, we know you will. Now c'mon, darling, give me one before I fill this pretty pussy up.”
Groaning your understanding, you clench the sheets in one hand, bringing the other to Bucky’s forearm for something sturdier to hold onto as his best friend keeps rocking you back and forth.
“You want that, doll? Want Cap to come inside that tight, little pussy of yours?”
“Oh God, yes! Want it so bad. Fuck, Captain, don’t stop, please.”
He quickens his pace, his cock catching in your panties until Bucky reaches over and pulls them to the side, baring your pussy to his friend before bringing his hand back to your throat.
“You hear that, Stevie? Think we spoiled her too much.”
Steve grunts something that you can’t quite make out, but Bucky seems to understand him just fine if his chuckle is any indication.
“Bet you want Daddy to fuck your pussy, too. Don’t you, doll? Cause one’s not enough for you anymore, is it?”
You hear rustling and open your eyes to see Bucky stroking himself through his jeans. Without waiting for his say so, you reach over and unsteadily unbutton and unzip them for him. He pulls his cock out and you take over again, thumb collecting the warm precome before you start stroking him as best as you can.
Steve leans over then, his skin hot as it barely grazes your rising chest on each intake of breath. They’re shoulder to shoulder again, Steve’s nuzzling your neck on the right, while Bucky is still upright, leaving room for you to work on his cock.
“Is that true, darling? You gon let Daddy fuck this pussy when I’m done with it? Let him use my come as lube? Is that what you want?”
A fresh wave of slick coats Steve’s cock after he husks the filthy words in your ear; his hand joining Bucky’s around your throat so that they’re both framing your neck.
You groan something intelligible because you’re too far gone; hips thrusting up knowing that you need just one more push and you’ll tumble over the edge. Bucky groans, his fingers twitch against your heated skin before he turns to face Steve.
“Fuck. That’s so fucking nasty, Stevie.”
“Shut up, you love it and, from the way she just flooded by dick, she does too.”
“I do. I do, please Captain. Would be so hot, to have you and Daddy filling me up, fucking my pussy ‘til I’m full and leaking on the sheets.”
You bring your unoccupied hand to the back of Steve’s head, keeping him close to you as his hips rut faster against your swollen clit. Bucky’s free hand wraps over yours and helps guide it as your body begins to turn to mush; all muscles slackening with the fast approach of your orgasm.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, I’m com-”
The words die on a silent scream when you convulse underneath Steve, feeling his left hand clutching your thigh while his body seizes up and a long, drawn out groan leaves his parted lips. Bucky fucks up one last time into your fists, and comes with a soft, almost inaudible moan that sears itself in your brain.
A beat passes, you’ve barely sucked in enough oxygen, before you feel the grips at your neck tightening again.
“Hands and knees, darling, c’mon.”
More notes, cause why the heck not?: Please consider leaving me some feedback? Maybe? You don’t have to, but I’d appreciate it. Thank you for reading in any case :)
Some you win and some, well, you win. - James B. Barnes
Author: theweirdymcweirderson
Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes
Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader
Word count: 1206 (these are getting longer and longer, sorry)
Summary: Bucky and the reader engage in some teasing games.
Warnings: 18+, Pet names, Boyfriend!Bucky, explicit words, lead up to smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, light chocking I guess, kinda Dom!Bucky. That’s it I think, let me know if you fiind more.
Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is I don’t know :)
It’s written in a third person’s point of view, but it’s still reader insert, I guess. ‘*Name’ stand for (Y/n), sorry, I’m lazy :)
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She watches as he moves from the counter to the fridge, entranced by the way his sweats shift following his movements, loving the way they cling to his thighs. She’s in absolute love with those thighs of betrayal of his.
She can’t help herself; she’s fucking starving and James Buchanan Barnes is a whole damn meal.
His metal arm pulls the fridge open, and she’s certain her cheeks are flushing red courtesy of the thoughts swirling in her head about that beautiful arm in general, and those thick fingers of his in particular. His hand resurfaces from behind the door with a water bottle and the panties she’s wearing dampen before he even brings it up to his lips.
Her eyes are glued to him as his pink tongue darts out for a quick swipe over those full lips of his before the neck of the bottle makes contact with them. She groans her appreciation and his cloudy blues find her; a small, smug smile spreading on his face as he purposefully lets a drop escape to trail down his chin and along his neck.
She envisions her tongue slowly licking up that trail and in doing so, she clenches her thighs together, anything to get some friction and alleviate the ache. Bucky is full on grinning now as he lowers the bottle, there’s a teasing laugh that lights up his eyes and she wants nothing more than to walk over to him and kiss the smugness off his beautiful face. She doesn’t, though, because she already knows how this dance ends, and it’s a very happy ending.
James Buchanan Barnes is a fucking tease and she’s a sucker for the anticipation.
“Something you want, dollface?”
She shakes her head, smiles seductively at him and slides down in the armchair she’s sitting on, spreading her legs as she gets in a more comfortable position for their little game. His eyes dart down, and they darken, pupils dilating to leave a barely visible ring of the steely blue she loves so much. Bucky lets his eyes linger and then slowly brings them up, taking his sweet ass time in mapping her body.
There’s a filthy promise in Bucky’s eyes when they meet hers once more, and her heart skips a beat when he leans back against the counter. He’s not going to make the first move. Teasing, however, he’s going to do plenty of that.
His hand reaches for the fruit basket and he has the guts of winking her way as he grabs a banana. She chuckles with a shake of her head, he might be sexy as hell, but he is just as childish.
Bucky takes his time as he peels the fruit, eyes locked on hers, watching as her gaze follows his fingers; he knows her weaknesses and he plans on using each one of them to his advantage. As he brings the banana up to take his first bite, he makes it so that his movements deliberately pull his t-shirt up in the process, blessing her with a glimpse of his well-defined lower abdomen. That’s the only reason behind his sweats always hanging low on his hips.
She loves the glimpses and he loves how much she loves them.
The happy trail she hardly has a chance to see, is like a neon sign directing her to the jackpot. If she wasn’t so competitive, she’d already be sliding to her knees. Her tongue pokes out, wetting her parted lips before it settles against the corner of mouth, teasing him as much as it’s teasing her as their minds wander.
His right hand finds his cock and he readjusts himself, the way his nostrils flare and his bicep flexes with the twitch of his fingers, informs her of the effect her simple actions are having on him. She feels forever in debt to whoever invented muscle tees.
Bucky undresses her with his eyes, and his next bite is far more frustration ridden than the first.
When he switches hands, brings the metal one down to cup himself, she crumbles, breaks and melts right there under his gaze and he grins wolfishly. She gets up, sways her way to him and he licks his lips, traps the lower one under his teeth when she comes to stand in front of him.
The half-eaten banana is discarded on the counter behind him as he leans back on his hands, waiting for her next move. He fucking loves winning.
Her hand reaches up, thumb tracing his bottom lip, releasing it from his teeth while she cups his jaw. She stares until she gets her fill and then leans up to ghost her lips on his.
“Such a pretty fucking face. Just made to be sat on.”
He ducks down, feathers his lips along her cheekbones as he walks her back until he has her trapped against the island. Thigh slotting between hers, he brings his hands low on her hips, drags them tortuously up until they borrow under the t-shirt she has on; the shiver that runs through her is nothing compared to things he’s going to do to her and yet, it does things to him.
Oh yeah, he really fucking loves winning.
“Too bad, dollface, ’s already taken.”
She pouts briefly, and damn if he doesn’t love the little jut of her bottom lip, always begging to be sucked on. Then her hands are moving from where they have found their place around his midriff, gliding down his sides, until they reach his Adonis belt and pull on the elastic band of the stupid grey sweatpants she adores on him. She may complain about what a tease he is, but she’s just as bad.
“Anything I can do to convince you to make an exception, sarge?”
“Getting desperate for it, aren’t we?”
He nudges her nose with his, whispers the words against her lips; hands pulling her down to press on his thigh as he flexes his quad just to get that sharp intake of breath out of her.
“Don’t get cocky, Barnes, you may have won this round, but I’m gonna have you fucking begging next time.”
A chuckle rumbles up his chest, husky and deep, and she feels it reverberating against her chest as his eyes bore into hers, flames lighting his calming blues with dark intent. He pulls her sharply up until their hips connect and she can feel how hard his cock is for her; he smells the arousal pooling in her panties, hears the gush of wetness.
“Bold of you to threaten when you know who’s gonna be making the rules, *Name.”
“Bold of you to assume I can’t take your worst, big boy.”
The sentence finishes in a rush of breath out of her parted lips as he easily hoists her up, metal arm around her waist as his flesh hand wraps around her throat. She loves his blatant displays of brute force, they tap in some primitive part of her brain and never fail to render her a speechless, needy mess for him.
“Gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, dollface.”
James Buchanan Barnes loves winning, and sometimes, when he gets like this, she really loves losing.
Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes, Steve Rogers (for a bit)
Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader
Word count: 972
Summary: Bucky finds out the secret the Reader hs been keeping from him.
Warnings: Pet names, Boyfriend!Bucky, fluff, Soft!Bucky, snack stealing, some news, some secrets. That’s it I think, let me know if you fiind more.
Notes: ‘*Name’ stand for (Y/n), sorry, I’m lazy :)
You’re tiptoeing your way across the common room, snack bag in hand as you try to silently make your way to your bedroom without being caught. This is the third time you’ve stolen Sam’s snacks in the last week.
“Did you tell him about the baby?”
Steve is leaning back against the wall by the door, and he seems extremely pleased to have caught you on your little snack raid. You glare at him, turning around to check that no one else is in the room with you.
“No, I didn’t. And there’s no reason for him to find out just yet.”
Your eyes narrow to two thin slits as you challenge Steve. Out of all the people who could’ve found out, Mr. Goody Two-Shoes is the absolute worst.
He doesn’t budge, completely unimpressed by your intimidation tactic and you curse your choice to refuse Natasha’s offer to train with Wanda in the matter; you’ll have to grovel to get her to let you join now. His arms raise to fold across his stupidly built chest, and you scoff.
‘Who the hell does he think he’ll impress that way, anyway?’
“*Name, you have to tell him.”
“And I will. Just give me some time to find, you know, the right time.”
Captain America sighs and you know that you have him. He’s relenting and you have to play it right if you want to win this round.
“Please, Stevie, I just wanna test the waters first; try and ease him into it?”
He nods and you mentally fist bump yourself and smile sweetly at him, clutching the snack bag a little tighter as you jog to your room, not wanting to give him enough time to rethink his concession.
You make your way in, humming contentedly to yourself even though you hate the song stuck in your head; Tony is going to pay for playing it 24/7. Opening the bag, you turn the corner to your room and freeze in your spot when you find Bucky waiting for you.
“Hey there, doll.”
You grin, hoping to look innocently unassuming, but the raise of his eyebrows and the slow, deliberate, smile inform you that you’ve failed. Royally.
“Hi! What- what are you doing here?”
“Last time I checked this is our room, love.”
Of course, you know that. What you don’t know is why he is currently sitting on the bed when he is supposed to be in the lab with Bruce. He’s eyeing you knowingly and if you hadn’t just seen Steve, you would bet your ass that his best friend had spilled the beans.
“Something you wanna tell me, *Name?”
“Uh…nope. Nothing. Got nothing to tell, just you know… nothing. You?”
He gets up and starts making his way towards you, and you have to force yourself not to focus on how imposing he is.
‘Fuck him and his stupid serum. And Steve, yeah, fuck him too, cau- Oh no, he’s smiling the smile.’
Ever so gently, he takes hold of your hips, his humongous hands resting comfortably on your sides as he grins down at you. It’s unfair that a wall of a man gets to look so freakishly adorable, who gave him the right? You smile back at him, taking a step closer drawn in by the scent of his aftershave.
“Nothing, huh?”
You nod, shrugging one shoulder while hoping to be a little more convincing; you are most definitely asking for Nat’s advice. Bucky hums, lips pressing together as he holds back his laughter, tongue poking his cheek when your shoulders sag in defeat. You rest the snacks on the desk next to you; the right time seems to have found you after all.
“That’s good, so…care to explain that?”
His hands move from your sides and in a heartbeat, you find yourself span around, your back to his chest as he perches his chin on your shoulder. The metal arm is holding you close to him, curled around your waist while his flesh hand is still resting on your side, fingers spreading to hover over your stomach.
There, in the corner formed by the armrest and the back of the couch is Alpine, napping peacefully as if there weren’t tiny teeth and prickly claws trying to catch his tail. You groan your failure, letting your head lull back to rest on Bucky’s shoulder; face turning to the side to catch his eyes.
“That’s a tiny, itsy-bitsy ball of fluff?”
“Oh, I can see that. What’s she doing here, doll?”
“I… couldn’t help myself?”
He shakes his head, turning back to watch the two cats as Alpine, eyes still closed, paws at the newcomer. The smile is still stretching his lips, and you hold in your breath waiting for his answer. When his teeth sink in his bottom lip and a chuckle rumbles against your back, you know you have won.
“What’s her name?”
You grab at his hand excitedly, pulling him with you towards the couch as you grin.
“I suck at names. Thought we could choose it together?”
You pick the tiny fluffball, turning to face Bucky as you scratch behind its ears. You watch in complete adoration as he brings his hand to play with her and she immediately traps his forefinger between her paws and proceeds to nip at the tip.
“She a feisty one, ain’t she?”
“Yep, knew she’d steal your heart.”
His blue eyes find yours for a fraction and you can read just how elated he is.
‘Oh yeah, fuck Steve and his “Another cat is an important addition. Are you ready for the responsibility?” ass.’
“How about Spunky?”
“Spunky?”
As you try the word on your tongue, the kitten stops her attack on Bucky’s finger and perks up, eliciting a chuckle from the both of you.
Hey guys!! I’ve been writing all day and y'all can expect My Best Friends Brother, Awake, and Part 1 of my new Bucky x Reader fix I’m working on!! I’m super excited for y'all to read them and thanks so much for all of the feedback I really appreciate all of it❤️
I promise I’ll have My Best Friends Brother and Awake up tomorrow, I’ve written and rewritten both a couple of times and can’t make up my mind❤️ also I’m thinking of writing a Bucky fic this week, I need some inspiration though so if y'all have any requests Bucky or Dean please send them in!
Guys I’m so sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted there was spring break and then getting back into things at school and I’ve just been overwhelmed and haven’t been writing, I’m really sorry I promise to write this week life has just been crazy. Love y'all and I’ll probably do my stories first and then start working on yalls awesome requests❤
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The hot water now off, and the cold sets in. Bucky still hugs your damp figure as you lay on the end of the unmade bed, having Bucky only walked you to the bed once your steamy session was finished. You rub his back, fingers grazing over the metal that connects to flesh. A soft hum erupts through the soldier on top of you.
“Can we just stay like this? I’ve never been more relaxed in years…” He groans, letting all his muscles and limps mould into yours.
“As much as I would love that, we need to get up.” You huff in your own disappointment. Feeling Bucky sigh. He gets up, allowing you to get dressed in some sweats and a sports bra while he picks up his clothes from last night. Putting on his boxers he take leave to his room to get dressed but you had other plans.
Sneaking to his room just after him. You let yourself in with a big smile as he puts on his black sweats. You giggle, going to his dresser before pulling out his plain black shirt that you swear is the only thing he wears.
“What are you doing doll.” He smirks putting on a dusted blue shirt for once. You put the shirt on before giving him a twirl, smiling at the feeling of the large fabric warming you.
“God princess, you look so cute in my clothes.” He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you into a kiss on your cheeks and forehead. Smothering you with love. His kisses trail to your neck, sucking hard, leaving behind a bright purple mark.
“I can’t get enough of you…” He groans, pushing you against the dresser, trapping you with his arms and body. He curses but also thanks the serum for giving him this much stamina and drive. His metal hand danced around the waistband of your pants, before snaking their way inside. Pushing past your panties, his metallic fingers glide inbetween your folds.
“J-James.” You gulp, wrapping your arms around his neck. His lips grazing your ear his hot breath tinglings down your flesh.
“You are so perfect, Darling. Always so wet for me.” He growls, his mental finger finding your hole. But before he could enter you, his door opens abruptly, seeing Steve stand there wide-eyed.
“Oh Jesus, I thought you were alon-no- uh- Sorry…” He closes instantly after regretting his actions. You freeze feeling embarrassment fill you. Bucky blinks wide-eyed for a moment before turning his attention to you, holding your cheek.
“It was only Steve, he won’t say anything. Don’t worry.” He settles your mind, fixing your pants.
Chatters and small talk echoed through the hallway, steve enters the kitchen again after saying he was going to try to catch Bucky in his room while he was alone but when the team notices him enter alone, their minds wander to, maybe something went wrong.
“Where’s cyborg?” Tony takes a sip of his drink. The chatter gets louder as you and Buck drew closer to the kitchen. Finally retching the door entrance, Sam is the first to see you both.
“Ah Morning Buck,” Sam spoke, a grin directed to Bucky, making him feel discomfort and confusion at Sam’s perkiness. You slip from behind him, heading straight for the coffee machine, making Sam catch your presents.
“And morning y/n. I hope you both slept well.” Sam continued to speak, smirking at the soldier while taking a sip of his coffee that was most certainly laced with double the amount of caffeine you are supposed to put in a normal cup.
“We slept fine, thanks, Sam.” You smiled, your back turned away from the team as you pour you and Bucky a cup. The team eyed Bucky as the poor boy just stood there with no words on his mind. He has never been in a situation where the team clearly knows he ’got some’ as Sam likes to put it. You turn around handing the cup to Bucky. He takes it from you without a second, taking a sip of the hot liquid.
“Well come on, when did-arh hey!” Sam’s words got cut off by an elbow from Clint. Silencing him so he wouldn’t embarrass Bucky even more than he already feels.
“So since Tinman and newbie are finally here, I want to ask a question,” Tony said.
“Tony leave them alone, ask later.” Wanda’s motherly tone ripped through her words, lightly hitting the shoulder of the playboy next to her.
“What do you want Stark?” You ask, leaning against the bench where the coffee machine sits.
“Well this is actually for Bucky boy, but we looked over some of the files and we found one that interested us. It was about a little girl and we are led to believe you might have known her personally. We wanted to know some information about her if you can provide it of course.” Tony’s words hit like a bus, the world seemed to stop spinning. Bucky has near the same expression as you, going pale at the males words. Your body became numb as you dropped the cup in your hand, the hot liquid splashing everywhere, the sound of shattering ceramic echoing through the large opened kitchen.
“Oh god are you okay?” Steve asked seeing the hot coffee has splashed on your legs. Nat and Steve immediately started picking up some pieces while you stayed frozen at what you heard.
“Hey Darling, look at me.” Bucky’s words were soft, sweet, trying to draw you away from panic but the thought of all the team members knowing who you really were right at this moment scared the life out of you. The terrifying truth is relieved without your power. It was like the world was coming to an end right in front of you. Bucky’s voice broke in your head, holding your shoulders tightly. You glanced up at him, a tear threatening to escape your wide eyes.
“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…I” You push Bucky off you and almost run down the hallway trying to get to your room as quickly as possible, leaving everyone confused.
“What just happened?” Clint asks, as his wandering eyes watch—along with the rest of the team—you run down the hall until you were out of sight.
“She seems pretty distraught. Maybe someone should follow her.” Wanda goes to stand up but Bucky cuts her off, saying he will talk to her afterwards. hesitant at first, she agrees, taking her seat again.
“Well on that note, care to tell us who she is?” Tony spoke up, only wanting to talk about the task at hand. Nat and Steve finished cleaning up the cup before taking their seats again. Everyone now looks at Bucky waiting for an answer. He didn’t want to say anything, not wanting to bring up your dark past, but at the same time, he knew they wouldn’t let him leave unless he spoke up.
“She was another experiment, just like me. What else do you want from me?” Bucky starts getting colder on the matter, becoming defensive, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh come on, tell us anything juicy!!”
“Did you know her personally?”
“Did she go through the same mind thing as you?”
“How about her powers what were they?”
“Ok, that enough!” Bucky yelled cutting everyone off. Anger now surged through him, wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation. Racking his fingers through his hair before scratching his chin.
“She was a little girl. She shouldn’t have been there, but her father was cruel enough to give her to hydra. Yes, I know her, No I won’t tell you her powers and…She only went through it once…Because of me.” Bucky’s voice broke a little at the end of his words, still feeling guilt from the time back in Hydra. scoffing to himself, he begins to walk back to search for you, not wanting to answer any more hurtful questions about the past. The tension in the air became so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Everyone feels a sense of guilt, feeling bad for poking the bear.
“Bucky wait one more question…” Nat stopped him as he held onto the door frame before turning around to look at her.
“What do you mean know her? Shouldn’t you say knew? Does that mean you still know where she is?” Tony scoffs as Bucky curses at himself at his slip up trying to think for a moment on what to say.
“You said one question, what was three…” He spoke bluntly before turning to walk off in the same direction as you. but he was stopped with a panting Bruce running past him.
“Woah what’s up with you, Green man.” Tony laughs.
Warnings:Talking about the past, pet name, Bucky is a love sick puppy, sappiness like tooth rotten sappy. kissing, rough shower sex, mentions of alcohol.
Synopsis: The morning after leads to questioning gossip among the team and a nice hot refreshing shower.
“Hey, Has anyone seen Y/n? I can’t find her anywhere?” Wanda asks the team that all sit on the curved couches in the large main lounge room. The party has now but died down, leaving only a few close friends and the team to be wondering the compound.
“Last time I saw her, She was with Bucky on the balcony.” Sam wiggles his eyebrows, taking a smug filled sip of his beer.
“They’re not there anymore?”
“Now you think of it where did they run off to? I thoug—” Nat’s words got cut off at a shocked face Tony and panting Bruce, obviously trying to keep up with the playboy.
“You guys might want to take a look at this…” All the crew are quick to get up from their seats, heading down the hall to the meeting room. Tony Brings up the screen board that sits at the front of the room, while Bruce works the computer on the small desk next to it. A small USB flips through Tony’s fingers before he chucks it to Bruce.
“Come on what’s with all the tension, spill already.” Nat snarls slightly annoyed at the dark-haired for interrupting her earlier. Bruce stuck the USB in the computer, before beginning to talk.
“When people started to leave the party, Tony and I thought we should go have a little skim over the files that we got back from the latest mission.” Tony continued Bruce’s words;
“Most were basic information but One file caught our eye.” Tony threw the file onto the table, making it slide until it retched Steve that sat at the end. Opening it, The file contains, photos, documents, logbooks, and some note sheets about new experimentation that Hydra was doing.
“The file came with a USB, Which we decided to try and unlock but the coding on it is corrupted, showing us locked files. But we should be able to unlock it by tomorrow.” Bruce clicks a few buttons before showing locked files on the USB reading ‘Subject 02’, Surveillance 1-19, and More written in German.
“It seems this subject was the second to undergo heavy experimentation. The same unit Bucky was in.” It was like a pin dropped in the thick silence. Steve suddenly had full focus on the screen in front of them. Nat pulls a photo out of the file that’s on the large table, showing a little girl with her back facing the camera. Bright white wings covered in blood was the centrepiece of the photo, notes written on top, written in Russian and some in German.
“It says birth deformity? Does this mean this child was born with wings?” Nat passed the photo to Wanda, her shocked expression examines the photo.
“How is that possible?” Sam speaks up crossing his arms, leaning back on his chair, feeling a gross feeling in his chest from viewing the photos.
“We have no idea but we plan on getting answers tomorrow,” Tony said.
“What?” Clint almost coughed out confused at the man’s words.
“What he means is, we want to take care in this situation and try and understand what happened. We aren’t just going to barge in and harass Barnes on the matter.” Bruce cut Tony’s word, eyeing him with a stern stare.
“We can always get Wanda to read his cyborg mind.” Tony pops his lips with his words.
“Hang on, Buck knew her during his winter soldier phase? But he wasn’t himself what makes you think he’ll remember someone that probably meant nothing to him. There will be no need to read his mind.” Steve ticked off at the thought of his friend getting probed and invaded yet again. Bruce sighed at the tension spilling from Steve, trying to find the words to ease the room.
“We are not doing anything or telling Barnes until we open the USB. Who knows what we’ll find. But until then, we wait.” Bruce cuts all the chatter in the room off, wanting nothing more than to hurry up and get into the locked USB, so they can seriously get to the bottom of this new madness.
The bright sun creeps its way through the curtains of the warm room. Limps overlapping one another as soft snores are heard along with little grunts now and again. Bucky’s dream fades away slowly as his heavy eyes open, separating the sleep from the slit of his lids. His head moves ever so slightly, spotting your face tucked away in his chest, softly nuzzling your nose into him whenever you moved. Your hair is messy, makeup from last night is still on, but now it’s faded and smudged. Your warmth fills him with joy, having your weight gifting him security and comfort.
This was the first night in years he didn’t wake up from a night terror, nor did he have any sort of discomfort. Not even one. All he had was pure happiness, and it was all coming from the person his heart is aching for right beside him. You are the most beautiful thing to him. His angel that he wants to be with for the rest of his life. Your soft snores tickle his chest as your breath is hot. You twitch in your sleep, clearly dreaming of something entertaining to you. You are—
“James…” You whisper snapping Bucky from his thoughts of you. His face lights up hearing his first name slip from your tongue. He doesn’t like his first name, only making people he dislikes or don’t know to call him that, but for some reason, you calling him James makes his heart flutter. Seeing your glossy doe eyes stare back up to him. He can see little bits of sleep you haven’t rubbed out of your eyes yet.
“Morning Darling.” He gives you a soft smile. You nuzzled into his chest, trying to get closer to him, even if that is physically possible you don’t know. Taking in his scent you smile, finally happy.
“Morning Handsome.” You say in a cheeky tone. He chuckles at the nickname, rolling onto his back, keeping his hold on you, making your top half fall on top of him. You lift your head seeing him with a smile.
“Does coffee sound nice?” He growls out, his voice still gravelly from last night. You nod, moving off him slowly. A burning pain suddenly erupts in your lower half, hissing slightly at the pain. Bucky quickly notices, rubbing his thumb over your sore thighs while leaning on his arm.
“Sorry doll, it always hurts the morning after… I must have been a bit too rough.” He says with a little gilt in his words. You just kick them away, kissing his lips softly, saying you’re okay and it’s not too sore.
“Have a shower, put some comfy clothes on. We have the day off. I’ll go get the coffee and we can sit in your lounge, okay?” He gives you a gummy smile. You just laugh lightly at his expression, waddling over to him with your sore legs, gliding your hands up his slightly hairy chest.
“Or you can join me in the shower, and we can go get coffee together afterwards.” You let out a smile with your cheeky request. Bucky swears his heart jumped at the moment and all the blood from his brain went down south within seconds. Picking you up quickly, he almost runs to the connected bathroom to your room, wanting nothing more than to get under the hot water as soon as possible.
“Moring Caps, how are you.” Wanda and vision enter the main kitchen, seeing Sam and Steve sitting at the island bench having their morning coffee. Nat walks in soon after grabbing herself a cup also, taking a seat next to Sam. While they all chatter, Sam decides to make a sly remark.
“So Mr, Soldier boy still missing.” He jokes.
“He didn’t go to his room last night that’s for sure. I went to check on him this morning to see if he wanted to go on a morning run, but his bed was not slept in.” Steve tilted his head slightly taking a sip of his coffee.
“I wonder where he could be?” Vision spoke, rubbing his hand along Wanda’s back lovingly.
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“J-James…” His kisses trail down your wet skin, as his fingers circle around your sensitive bud. You grip tight on his wet hair, feeling hot from the man in front of you and the hot stream pours from the showerhead.
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“Maybe he had too much of Thor’s Asgardian alcohol and got drunk so he passed out somewhere?” Nat questions, not thinking that was too far of a stretch.
“Maybe he just got drunk off something else?” Sam wiggles his brows.
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Bucky holds you tightly against the wet tiled wall, both of his hands squeezing hold rest on the underside of your thighs as he eases into you with a slow thrust. You choke out a breathless moan, nails digging into his back as you kiss him roughly. His thrusts are low and deep, hitting you harder than last night, wanting nothing but the deepest pleasure.
“That’s it darling, you take me so well. My best girl.” He darkly chuckles. His deep thrusts getting faster and hard to an almost inhuman speed.
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“He’s probably still sleeping. Here let’s solve your mystery hmm?” Wanda chuckles, clicking the button in the centre of the table, bringing up the A.I Friday.
“Hey Friday, can you please tell us where Bucky is right now?”
“Mr Barnes Is taking a shower.”
“See he’s fine—He is located in on the east wing. He is also accompanied by Ms Y/n.” Wanda’s words were cut off by the A.I making Steve spit out some of his coffee.
“Damn Bucky going back for seconds ha, respect soldier boy.” Tony laughs as he enters the kitchen overhearing some of the conversations.
“Gross Stark.” Steve coughs, still choking on his coffee.
“Oh just because you are 100 years old doesn’t mean you should act like it blondie.” Tony scoffs out a chuckle, pouring himself a drink. They all end up talking, questioning how you two seem to become so close so quickly, wanting nothing more but for the two of you to hurry up and join them in the kitchen so they can ask all their gossipy questions.
Summary: Bucky has a thing for sundresses, he loves it when you wear them for him. All you have to do is saunter around in his favorite one and he’s willing to do whatever you want.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Bucky being a 6′4″ menace, sex against a wall, praise kink, implied body worship.
A/N: Based on a tiktok about sundresses, written on my phone. Comments, reblogs and likes are cherished. Sinday drabble.
This is not the fic about the first time he saw you in a sundress, oh no he was way worse that day.
Bucky loves it when you wear dresses, you look beautiful in the classic little black he bought you for a party but his favorites are those colorful sundresses. The ones that show off your luscious curves, and slide across your ass with every step, highlighting your body in ways the other dresses can’t.
He goes feral every time he sees you in them. He likes you in sundresses more than you like him in those grey sweatpants.
You can get him to do anything you want if you ask him while wearing the one red with the thin gold straps. Granted, he’s going to do whatever you want anyway, but he appreciates the extra motivation.
And he knows, he absolutely knows, what you’re doing when you saunter around the house, wearing a new sundress. Enticing him with your pretty smiles and even prettier eyes as the soft material sways around your hips.
It doesn’t matter because he’s always ready to give you anything including giving you the moon whenever you want. He’s just waiting for you to ask.
That’s the power you have. And he loves it.
Bucky’s trying to behave, he really is. Even keeping his eyes on the manual he’s studying, telling himself to stay focused while you moved around the living room.
Summary: Reader loves Bucky. And Bucky loves someone else. That’s how life works sometimes.
Warnings: unprotected sex, a lot of feels, unrequited love, people using people to forget about other people.
Author’s Note: I’ve been listening to The Weeknd for three weeks now. His songs have sparked a lot of ideas for fanfics in my head of all sorts, but Call Out My Name made me land this fic idea. Can’t believe I’ve written Bucky again after nearly 2 years. I feel like I’m a litte rusty, but I hope you enjoy it anyways <3
The time on the clock sitting on the bedside table read 3:30 in the morning. The cold, empty spot on the bed beside you let you know Bucky had gotten up as soon as you’d fallen asleep. This had been going on for a month now, exactly since the day he ran into his ex-girlfriend.
He’d told you he didn’t have feelings for her anymore, that she was his past and you were his present. But his demeanor had changed ever since that day. It almost felt like he just fucked you to sleep so he could be alone with the thoughts of her. Your patience was wearing thin, but you loved him. And you’d convinced yourself that this was just a rough patch he was going through. It wouldn’t take long for him to go back to normal.
‘It’s going to be okay,’ you kept saying the words like a mantra, but every night he snuck out of the bedroom when you were sleeping it became harder and harder to believe it. To say you were scared was an understatement.
You loved him. If he loved you, you weren’t so sure anymore.
The night was hot despite the windows being open in Bucky’s room. The silky robe felt cool against your skin, creating a delicious contrast. You fastened the robe belt around your waist loosely and walked barefoot out of the room.
It wasn’t hard to find Bucky. This had become a routine. You’d always wake up around the same time and find his spot in the bed cold and empty. And you’d always find him sitting on the window sill in the living room, looking out in the empty streets of the city. He’d always have a glass of water with him, but by this time, you knew it wasn’t water. It’d never been.
You knew he was thinking of her. That much was clear. You could see the sadness in his eyes despite the small light that came from outside. He seemed to long for her. And you knew he missed her. She was still his present, and you just knew he wanted her to be his future, too. You were just a distraction, a façade.
All of it had been a lie from the very beginning and you felt stupid for not having realized before, for not having walked out of his life before your heart got too invested. But it was too late now. No matter whether you stayed or not, you’d be the only one left with a broken heart. So, why prolong the pain? Why prolong the inevitable? If neither of you were happy, there was no point in keeping this lie up. It had to end now.
“I can see the gears turning in that head of yours,” you said lightly. There was no need for this to end badly. There was no need to add more salt to the wound.
He turned his head in your direction, startled, and a small smile appeared on his face.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Well, not feeling you beside me did the trick. Like last night. And the night before.”
He lowered his gaze to the almost empty glass he held in his right hand, and his smile faltered. Guilt.
Your felt bad for saying those words. You didn’t really want to make him feel bad. You loved him. And he loved someone else. And that was okay. You couldn’t blame him for it. That’s how life worked, that’s how life has always worked. If people could choose who they loved, you definitely wouldn’t love someone who didn’t love you back.
You made your way to him in silence. Your bare feet only making a small sound against the tiled floor. You placed yourself in front of him, and when you tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, he looked up at you. His eyes were glassy, and you knew he had been crying over her.
You felt your heart sink in pain, for both you and him. Why weren’t you enough for him? Why was your love not enough for him to forget her and love youinstead?
And against your will, your eyes welled up with tears. And damn him, he noticed. Even in the darkness he noticed. This isn’t what you had planned.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” He grabbed the hand that had tucked away his hair and brought it to his mouth, placing a sweet kiss on your knuckles. And you choked back a sob. Why on earth did he have to do this harder than it was, with his sweetness and gentleness?
He worried when your body shook with sobs, and he got up, towering over you and embracing you in his arms. And you let him hold you. You knew you wouldn’t have this in the mornings to come.
You wrapped your arms around his waist and clung to him for dear life. You wanted him to feel the way you felt. You wanted him to feel all the love you had for him so he could finally understand, so he could loveyou with the same intensity. If only it was as easy as hug.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked as he ran his left hand over your hair while he held you tightly against his body with his right arm.
You felt safe in his arms, safer than you’d ever felt in other men’s arms. And you hated it. You hated that your haven relied on lies. You hated that your sense of safety was a complete fraud.
You wanted to scream, yell at him, punch him in the chest and run away. But instead, you choked out words that left him stunned: “Why can’t you love me?” Your voice was barely a whisper, but in the quiet night, he heard you perfectly. He heard you so loud and clear, it may as well have been a scream.
He stopped stroking your hair, shocked. Of all the things he could’ve thought you were going to say, he never, in a million years, would’ve thought you’d say the words that had just escaped your mouth.
He placed both his hands on your upper arms and pulled you away just enough to see your face. Your gaze was locked on the floor, and your body shook lightly with sobs. His eyes on you were intimidating, and you felt vulnerable. So you wrapped your arms around yourself on instinct in an attempt to feel somewhat protected.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” His voice was soft, and he started brushing your arms with his thumbs. “Talk to me, baby. What was that about?”
You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You closed your eyes tightly, and the tears that had pooled in them fell freely down your cheeks. You let out a loud sigh and opened your eyes before looking up at him. Your eyes were glassy and red-rimmed. Your face was stained with the tears that kept flowing from your eyes.
Something in his chest snapped, like a twig. He saw the pain in your face, the ache, the loss, the realization. He knew them all too well because that’s exactly what he felt because of someone else. You didn’t have to explain yourself anymore because, suddenly, he knew exactly what you’d meant before. The words that had escaped your lips were the exact same words that had escaped his a while ago, when someone else had broken his heart the way he was now breaking yours.
“Why am I not good enough for you, Bucky? Why is my love not enough for you to forget about her?”
“It is, baby. It is enough. Youare enough. More than enough,” he said in a rush, trying to convince both you and himself.
“Stop lying, please.” Your voice broke.
“I’m not. You are more than enough. Ever since I met you, I’ve had nothing but happiness. Everything is better because you’re with me.” He took your hands in his gently and kissed your knuckles.
“Then why do you keep thinking about her? Why do you keep spending entire nights awake, drinking and thinking about her?”
“I-“ but words failed him. He didn’t have an honest answer to that. And he didn’t want to think right now. He felt you slipping between his fingers, and fear engulfed him. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t lose you. Not you. Not the one person who had loved him for who he truly was. He couldn’t lose the one woman who did make his days better. He just couldn’t.
He knew he was being selfish, because despite all the love you had for him, his didn’t even come close. He was very aware that his heart still belonged to someone else, and you didn’t deserve scraps of love from anyone. He knew it. He knew it damn too well. But he didn’t want to think about that right now. He just wanted you to stay. Just for tonight. If only to quiet down the demons in his mind.
He let go of your hands and cupped your face gently. His thumbs brushed away the tears on your cheeks before placing a soft kiss upon your lips. And you knew it was just a trick for you to stay. A trick for you not to leave him alone tonight. Not tonight.
“I love you, Y/N,” he lied against your lips. And it broke your already shattered heart. But you took it. You took it one last time.
A sob threatened to escape you, so you kissed him again, this time more intensely. You wound your arms around his neck, and he picked you up off the floor. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your feet at the ankles behind his back.
He carried you to his bedroom easily while placing wet kisses on your lips and neck. He didn’t trip, not once. He knew the way too well. And you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d learned that trick when he used to fuck her.
“Bucky,” you called, and he stopped just before entering his room. He looked up at you, and you could see confusion in his eyes.
And fear.
You brushed his hair away from his face gently with both your index fingers, caressing his cheekbones in the process. You cupped his face in your hands and looked him in the eyes; a small sad smile appeared upon your lips. You wanted his face to be imprinted in your mind. You knew this was the last time you’d ever see him. But as much as you were hurting, you didn’t want to forget him at all.
“Babe-“ But you cut him off when you pressed your lips against his in a kiss that begged to last for an eternity.
“Make love to me tonight, Bucky,” you whispered against his lips, your eyes still closed. Your voice was laced with need, but not lust. You needed the last memory of him to be something as close to love as possible, even if he didn’t feel it.
He didn’t reply. He just kissed you back and entered the room. He put you gently down onto his bed, brushing the hair that had fallen on your face away from it oh so gently. He was looking at you with such tenderness that you almost took it for love.
Almost.
“Kiss me,” you whispered, and he obliged.
He kissed you slowly and gently, savoring the taste of your lips, as if he somehow knew this was going to be the last time he’d get to kiss you.
His lips migrated from your lips to your chin. You pushed your head back, exposing your neck while your hands ran softly up and down his sides, and you felt his muscles contract under your touch.
He left a map of wet kisses on your neck, licking and sucking on the spots that he knew made you weak, wrenching soft little moans from your mouth.
He made his way from your neck to your cleavage, licking and kissing the skin that the robe exposed. The fingers of his right hand danced across your left covered breast briefly, barely even touching you, but the action made your nipple harden, pressing up against the flimsy fabric of your robe. His fingers continued their journey down until they reached the belt of the garment. He pulled at one of the ends, undoing the knot. The robe fell open at your sides, exposing your naked body underneath.
He admired the sight before his eyes, running the pads of his fingers over your breasts, your hardened nipples, the valley between your breasts. His fingers made their way down to your ribs, your stomach, circling your belly button. His feathery touch made your muscles contract under it, and when his fingers stopped just above the patch of curls at the apex of your thighs, you gasped; your hips bucking upwards slightly in an attempt to get him to touch you.
He lowered his head and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the hollow between your ribs. His hot breath made you shiver, and when he started working his way lower down your stomach, your legs fell open on their own accord.
When he reached between your legs, he didn’t dive in right away. Instead, he started kissing your inner thighs painfully slowly, alternating kisses, licks and little soft bites that made you whimper with need and anticipation. You could feel your pussy getting wetter by the second. You wanted his sensual torture to end already. You wanted his lips to make contact where you needed it the most.
When he placed both your legs upon his shoulders, you knew what was coming next. He nestled his face between your thighs, and you looked down at him. All the teasing had you all flushed, and he loved the sight. So, looking right into your eyes, he pressed the flat of his tongue against your pussy. Your brow furrowed and your lips fell open slightly. You tried to focus on his face, doing your best not to close your eyes. But that was short-lived when, after a few broad licks across your folds. He captured your clit in his mouth and started sucking gently. You let out a moan and couldn’t help but close your eyes. You let your head fall back onto the soft pillows, and your hands threaded through his soft hair.
He’d alternate between broad licks across your pussy, kitten licks against your clit and sucking on it. The combination had your head spinning, and as time went by, your legs would try to get close together. You were close. He knew it by the way your pussy was flooding with your arousal. So instead of stopping, he sped up. He licked a few times before closing his lips around your clit and starting sucking and licking it at the same time.
He placed both his hands on your thighs and pried them apart as far as he could. Your fingers fisted his hair, and your lips started rocking in circles against his face. And it wasn’t long before your orgasm washed over you in waves.
Your backed arched off the mattress. Your legs closed, trapping his head between them. And when he didn’t let go, you tried to push his head away from your pussy. He lapped up at every single drop of your nectar until he was satisfied.
He made his way back up until his face was in front of yours. He swooped down and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was needier, hungrier, and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. You could taste yourself off his tongue, your juices smeared all over his lips and chin.
Your hands traveled down his sides to the hem of his grey sweats. Your thumbs hooked in the hem of them and pushed them down, but he was already painfully hard, his erection was a hindrance. So he stopped kissing you just long enough to get rid of his bottoms completely.
He hovered back over you, placing his elbows on either side of your face. You snuck your left hand between your bodies and grabbed his dick gently. You pumped it a few times before lifting your hips up and aligning his dick with your entrance. The tip was lodged at your opening, and all it took was a soft push from him. He pushed into you gently and slowly while his eyes were locked on yours. Both your mouths parted open in the shape of an o and your brows furrowed in pleasure. A moan escaped both of you in unison. It was the most in sync you’d ever been since you started dating.
Your legs wrapped around his waist and you locked your feet at the ankles. Your hands traveled to his face, your fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. You pulled him towards you in a sweet kiss, and he let his weight drop on his triceps. Now his body was completely on top of yours. You could feel his heat, his breath. You could feel the muscles of his pelvis contract every time he thrust into you.
His lips migrated from your mouth down to your neck. He sucked, licked and nibbled on the spots that he knew made you wet. And you reciprocated by giving his neck the same treatment. Your arms wound under his arms and around his back. Your fingertips danced across his soft skin, and you could feel the way his body reacted under your touch.
You knew he was close by the way his breath hitched in his throat and the way his movements grew more and more erratic. So you wrapped your arms around his body for dear life and started whispering in his ear words of encouragement. You knew the end was close, closer than what you would’ve liked. And you could feel your heart starting to break into a million little pieces.
“Bucky,” you called, and gathering all his will power, he looked into your eyes. “Cum for me,” you whispered.
And he did. Your words and the velvety feel of your tight pussy contracting around his dick were his undoing. He spilled his hot seed inside you, moaning and closing his eyes as he captured your lips in a needy, clumsy kiss.
He let all of his weight fall on top of you, and he nestled his face in the crook of your neck. He took his time to get his breathing back to normal while he stroked your hair and you stroked his back.
This was it.
This was the last time you’d ever see him. The last time you’d ever have him lying on top of you. The last time you’d enjoy the heat of his body, his scent, his kisses, his company. And the realization hit you like a bucket of ice cold water.
You knew that you’d be leaving your heart in his hands the moment you’d walk out his door. But you would also be setting him free. And isn’t that what love is all about in the end?
“I love you,” he whispered upon your neck, his breath tickling your skin, and placed a kiss upon your shoulder.
And up until now, you hadn’t realized that every time he’d said those words, not once had he said them straight to your face. He always hid to say them. Even now, after ‘making love’ to you, he couldn’t bring himself to say those words to you while looking you in the eyes.
A single teardrop fell from your left eye, and it got lost quickly in your hair.
“I love you too, Bucky,” you said in a barely audible whisper.
He lifted his face off your neck and looked at you, a cute, dorky smile curved the ends of his lips. You hadn’t left yet and you already missed him.
“Let’s get some sleep, doll,” he said. You just nodded.
But before he got off of you, he captured your lips in a slow kiss that left you wanting for more. Both of you moaned into the kiss when he finally pulled out of you.
He lied on his back with his right arm outstretched on the bed as an invitation for you to lie on it. So you did. You lied down on your left side, placing your head on his naked chest. His arms wrapped around your body and his fingers brushed lazily the curve of your hip and waist. He let out a content moan and closed his eyes. He fell asleep in seconds.
You looked up at him, and the hand that was resting on his chest traveled up to his face. You let your fingers dance ever so lightly across his features; his damp hair on his forehead, his eyes, the bridge of his perfect nose, his cheekbones, his plump red lips.
Tears started prickling in your eyes –hot and stinging- and you knew it was time to leave. If you stayed any longer, all your resolve would dissolve, and you’d stay. And you wanted to stay. God knew just how much you wanted to. But it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to either of you. So the best thing you could do was to let him go.
You got up slowly and carefully off the bed. You got dressed quickly and placed a neatly folded note on his bedside table. Your eyes went in his direction one last time. If only he could’ve seen the love you had for him written in your eyes, perhaps he would’ve finally reciprocated.
But he never got to. And now, he never would.
You leaned forward and placed a feathery kiss upon his lips. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice laced with pain.
And before your sobs threatened to wake him up, you walked out the door…and out of his life for good.
It was his turn to wake to an empty, cold spot in his bed. It had never happened before. Every time he’d wake up, he’d always find you by his side. And he felt an uneasy feeling in his gut.
He put the covers aside and swung his feet out the bed, placing them on the cold floor. When he made to get up, he saw the folded white note on his bedside table. And his heart fell to his feet.
He didn’t have to read the note to know what it said. He remembered your eyes last night, when you found him in the living room trying to drink her memory away. He knew you’d left. And he knew he’d never see you again.
But he read it anyway.
‘Falling for you was my mistake, and yet, I don’t regret having made it. You gave me comfort when I needed it the most, and I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same for you. I love you, but I can’t keep living a lie. My heart can’t take it anymore. It’s not fair for neither you nor me. So this is me setting you free, Bucky. This is me setting both of us free.Goodbye.’
