James Barnes (Bucky) is your new flatmate and so far living together has not gone very well.
2K.
Warnings:Not a smut,kinda soft but with a little bit of spicy. (Eng not my first language.)
You hadn’t even been living together for two months and you already couldn’t stand that asshole named James Buchanan Barnes. The cost of living in New York was exorbitant and when your flatmate left you alone without a previous notice you had no choice but to accept the first stranger who answered your ad, well the first one who didn’t look like a serial killer or a pervert. How wrong you were… Sleeping at night had become impossible, when James didn’t bring a girl, he spent the nights tossing and turning in his room. That man didn’t know what rest meant. If things went on like that, your bosses were going to throw you out of work, nobody wanted a zombie for an employee.
You needed a way to bring the matter up and make it clear to your flatmate that he had to learn to be less noisy. But how could you look him in the face and tell him that his hoarse moans were keeping you awake at night?
Well ,that morning was going to be the definitive one, during breakfast you would tell him. The night before the blue-eyed man hadn’t brought any friend with him, so you wouldn’t have to face a naked stranger, just a freshly risen James, with tousled hair, no shirt, and grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination. Shit, if you hated him so much for depriving you of a good night’s rest, why did you bite your lip until it almost bled when you were in the same room?
“Good morning,” his deep morning voice caught you off guard, making you almost choke with your coffee when he showed up in the kitchen.
“Morning” was the only thing you could mumble, all the determination you had gathered a few minutes before, disappeared in the presence of that man. “I was about to make pancakes, do you want some?” you managed to pull yourself together, your main idea was to soften him up with some treat and then drop the bomb.
“Sure” he accepted, a little suspicious. The fake smile on your face did not go unnoticed. Normally the only thing he got out of you in the mornings was a grunt or two.
You turned your back to him to focus on making breakfast, you just hoped you didn’t burn anything, you knew your kindness hadn’t gone unnoticed and James was analysing you from head to toe, making your stomach tingle from that intense stare.
You devoured the pancakes in complete silence. In the short time you had lived together you hadn’t found anything in common, so apart from things to do with the rent or the bills, you had nothing to talk about. But Barnes didn’t seem to mind, he was too captivated by the way you were sucking on the honey-coated fork, although it didn’t escape his notice that you wanted to tell him something, even he could hear the gears in your head turning.
“Just say it.” he grunted as your tongue went from playing with the fork to your lips, that game was starting to cause him problems in his sweatpants, and it wasn’t easy trying to hide his half-erection.
“Eh?” your innocent expression made him even more upset.
“If you have something to say to me, say it now, I don’t have all morning,” he sounded more abrupt than he meant it to, but that only made all your pent-up rage of those days come out of your mouth, unfiltered.
“All right, that’s what you want… how about you keep your fucking voice down when you bring someone to the flat or better yet, why don’t you join one of those sex addiction groups? Because you’ve got a fucking problem and I’m not going to put up with any more sleepless nights,” you blurted out without thinking, your eyes fixed on the blue ones that seemed to open wider and wider with every word that came out of your mouth.
Barnes’ astonished face turned into a grin of amusement as he recovered from your speech, “Ohh, honey, I think you’re overreacting. You’re not jealous that I’m the only one having fun at night, are you?” he took you by your chin, caressing your jawline.
“How dare you?” you slapped him away and you were really close to punch him in his pretty face but you restrained yourself. Revenge sounded better. If he wanted to go the hard way that’s how it would be, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
***
You had been chatting with a guy for a few weeks, he was cute but just not interesting enough to want to get to know him more. He had insisted a couple of times to meet and you finally found the reasons to do so. That idiot James was going to have to eat his words. Who did he think he was? The worst thing is that you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Barnes all day. You only wanted to get revenge, right? It had nothing to do with the fact that that caress had left you longing for something you couldn’t yet put into words, but your imagination had, and it had given you a very clear picture of what it would be like to have James on top of you. Fuck! You just wanted to forget about it, and focus on your revenge. The date was set up, you and that guy were to meet at a bar near your house, just a little warm up before taking him with you and show Bucky how things worked.
A few hours later you were playing with your Martini. That man was really boring; he only knew to talk about him and his exes. He was so absorbed in himself that he didn’t care if you were listening or not and you only could think about running away, but you had already gone too far… With a coy smile you touched his arm and batting your lashes you tried to get his attention. "I know a better place to talk.” you said almost without recognizing your own voice. “My flat is very close… What do you say?” you made yourself sick. Why is it that deep down all felt so wrong?
By the time you got to your flat you were shaking in your boots, you were regretting your wonderful idea, but your stubbornness prevented you from letting James get away with it. As soon as you turned the key the last thing you expected to find was your enemy waiting for you to return, or that was the impression you got when your gazes met, Barnes had got up from the sofa and seemed to want to say something to you, but it was enough for the dark-haired man to see your companion for that feeling to disappear. “Who is this guy?” James asked with his worst manners.
“Oh, Hi, I didn’t know you’d be home” you lied through your teeth. “We don’t want to disturb you, my friend and I will be in my room.” you tried to sound as innocent as possible. It’s fair to say that you had completely forgotten the guy’s name.
“Y/n can I talk to you for a moment?” James approached you, blocking your way to your room, but you didn’t have time to dodge him because all you could think about was how good he smelled. Someone had taken a shower and his cologne was knocking out all your common sense. It was lavender and mint, right? At that point the other guy seemed to have ceased to exist.
“We can talk later.” you managed to articulate as you came to your senses.
“Don’t do this…” he stopped you by grabbing your wrist but not forcibly, just to stop you from running off with that loser. His voice sounded almost the same as always, but if you hadn’t been so nervous you would have noticed that his eyes were tinged with desperation.
“Okay, okay, what’s going on here?” That big mouth remembered how to talk. The weird vibes you two were giving was too much to handle for his small brain. James stepped away from you and you froze, not knowing what to say. “Is this some weird thing like couples who like to see each other with someone else?” he added, leaving you dumbfounded. Before you could react, your flatmate did.
“Get out of my fucking house!” he imposed, bringing out for the first time the soldier he once was. One of the few things you knew about him was that he was a veteran, but that was something he never used to talk about. His dog tags hanging around his neck gave you an idea.
Then, it all happened so fast that it seemed unreal. Barnes was shoving your date out and he was being more dick than ever. After slamming the door shut, James cornered you against it. “What the fuck was that all about?” he questioned, blocking your escape with his muscular arms. He was pissed off, you could tell by the swollen vein on his forehead and how his breath had become heavier.
“I just wanted to have some fun…” you managed to articulate with your eyes locked on the ground as you were unable to look him in the face, too embarrassed by everything that had just happened. “Besides, I don’t owe you any explanation.” you dared to add.
“So you want to have fun, right?” he seemed to snap, “I can fix that.” his voice lowered a few tones and your whole body shivered when he made you look at him. “You only have to ask nicely…” his gaze looked wolfish and hungry. If he needed a reaction from you to keep going, the way you were biting your lips was enough, but at that point he wanted to make you beg.
“Why should I?” you arched your brows with all the strength you had left. He was driving you crazy, but in a completely different way than before, however you didn’t want to give up so easily. Barnes stroked your arm, barely touching you, but immediately causing goose bumps all over your skin.
“Because that’s all you can think about since this morning.” he saw right through you, but it didn’t save him from being a jerk. That was enough… You were tired of him playing with you.
“Fuck you!” you pushed him with all your might, but before you could get away, he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. On the way you kicked as much as you could, but it was like hitting a wall. He left you on the edge of his bed, and crouched down in front of you with his hands up, wanting you to know that he was coming in peace. “I know I owe you an apology.“ he looked genuinely sorry, “This morning I behaved like a dick.”.
“Only this morning?” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze because you knew you would be unable to resist his puppy eyes. James sat down next to you and let out a low snort.
"I know I haven’t been the best flatmate.” Then he plopped down on the bed and his gaze was lost somewhere on the ceiling. “I have no excuse, but this is the first time I’ve lived with anyone after leaving the army.” he confessed and it felt like that was the first time you had a real conversation. “I guess I’ve lost my manners.”
You dropped down next to him, mirroring him. “Your manners aren’t the problem, you just need to stop moaning so loudly,” you chuckled to yourself and rolled onto your side to make yourself more comfortable, finding yourself face to face with James. You felt your cheeks flush, you had never seen Barnes like that before, without that armour that seemed to accompany him everywhere he went. “I’ll try my best.” he laughed with you.
You let silence fall between both of you and just stared at each other. Without really knowing how, the distance between you was getting shorter, your eyes kept going back and forth from James’ eyes to his lips, he seemed to notice and with a soft grin in his face he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
“Bucky?” You called his name groggily as you felt him slip underneath the sheets of the California king-sized bed.
“Shh,”Bucky shushed you and you closed your eyes, snuggling back into the warmth that the blankets provided. The bed began to dip and curve, soon a pair of strong tattooed hands were wrapping around your thighs and pushing them apart. Before you could recognize what was happening, a pair of warm lips started to press kisses to the innermost parts of your thighs, bringing you to gasp.
That was when you realized what had happened. You and Bucky had stayed up practically all night, playing catch-up. It had been officially a week since he left rehab and his entire demeanor had shifted. He was a completely different person; a better man. He was a joy to be around and the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
Last night was a blur.Of course, no alcohol or drugs had been intermixed, but it was the simple high you two felt off each other. Bucky and you were camped out in his built-in studio, where he attempted to teach you how to play drums. What surprised him the most was the fact that you could play piano and sing, which started turning the creative gears in his mind.
One thing led to another, and a few take-out boxes later, the two of you were settled in a bath filled with warm water and luxury bubbles. You were seated in front of each other, your hands rested on his thighs while he used his thumbs to stroke the length of your hips.
“Thank you for staying,” Bucky whispered to you as you focused on his face.
You giggled, leaning forward to brush your lips across his. Soon, he was pulling you into his lap, warm water sloshing around your naked bodies. He savored every moment he had with you, understanding that life was soshort, that he had to live it to every advantage. He wanted to experience every single high and low with you, no matter what they may be.
“Bucky, I’m proud of you. I can’t ever say it enough.” You smiled, kissing him passionately. When the two of you finally emerged from the bath, you changed into one of his shirts and a pair of underwear, both of you hopping into bed together. You were digging into a container of gelato together, deciding to share the spoon.
You spoonfed him a mouthful of the cold delicacy, watching as Bucky’s eyes rolled at the taste. “You know, without being doped up all the time… I think my senses got stronger? Everything tastes and smells better,” He laughed, kissing you on the cheek with a pair of cold lips.
You giggled loudly as Bucky took the spoon away from you so he could feed you. When you purposely made him miss your mouth and allowed the cold dessert to drip down the corner of your mouth, Bucky’s eyes widened.
“Baby girl,” He whispered huskily.
You smiled, licking your lips. The light in Bucky’s head suddenly turned green and he pounced on you, removing the container of gelato from your hands and throwing the spoon into it. Soon, the drummer had you pinned beneath him as he flicked his tongue over the running gelato, your insides churning. A soft moan ricocheted through the air as Bucky pinned your hands above your head while he kissed your neck, paying close attention to every inch of your exposed neck.
Your hips bucked upwards to meet his, Bucky growling in response. Soon, he was stripping you from his shirt that donned your body, his hands exploring your flesh until you were given over to the heightened pleasure that only Bucky could offer in the moonlight.
Now? You were stirring awake this morning, feeling as his tongue licked a surprising stripe against your heat. A gasp fell from your mouth as you immediately reached to your sides to clutch the sheets. Bucky hummed, sending pleasurable vibrations through your core that somehow managed to shimmy up your spine.
“Oh, Bucky!” You groaned heavily as his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves, giving it a delicate suck. He threw your legs over his shoulders and buried his face in between your legs, the light burn of his stubble brushing across your core bringing you to echo a scream.
Bucky used your words as a means to pinpoint. Using his ringed fingers, he pushed two of them into your spongy walls, your insides capturing him immediately. Your head lowered to rest on his head where you curled your fingers around the strands of hair and tugged, earning a delighted groan from your lover’s mouth as he licked into your folds while scissoring his fingers.
Your breaths were coming out in pants as Bucky pushed you over the edge, his name being screamed relentlessly into the air of your shared bedroom. He gripped his hands around your thighs and coaxed a few orgasms out of you, bringing you to the point of overstimulation. You were nearly having to push yourself away from his mouth, but he could see the intense pleasure he brought over you, and it only made him press harder.
He came off your heat with an audible pop before he crawled up the length of your body. Lowering his head, the strands of his jet-black hair tickled your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down. Bucky kissed you long and slow, his tongue touching yours for a passionate exchange. You groaned sweetly into his mouth as you tasted your release which coated his tongue, his large palm slipping underneath your back.
Bucky flipped the two of you over so you were straddling his waist, his hand tangling through your hair as he kept you close. Your hips rolled into his, a sticky mess between your legs where his mouth and fingers once were. He felt it on his abdomen and it made him smile wickedly.
“Good morning,” Bucky winked, his blue orbs vibrant and full of life.
“Good morning,” You whispered, lowering your head to his chest. You laid on top of him, your exposed skin pressed together as you hummed while he drew circles into your backside. Bucky held you close as his eyes looked out the large window of his bedroom, watching as the light and view of the ocean met his eyes.
“So, I have a surprise for us…” Bucky announced after silence brewed. Your eyebrows pinched together as you lifted your head.
“A surprise?” You laughed.
Bucky nodded. “We’re getting on a plane tomorrow morning,” He informed you, causing your eyes to widen.
“Tomorrow?!”You exclaimed. Bucky smiled and nodded again.
“It’s a part of my redemption plan,” He breathed out. You looked at him questionably.
“Redemption plan?” You repeated.
Bucky laughed, twirling his fingers across your warm skin. “I think before you start back up with classes, we just need a vacation for ourselves. And since the tour isn’t happening anymore, my time slot has been freed.” He explained.
“Where are we going?” You asked with a hint of excitement lacing your voice. Bucky rolled his eyes playfully and kissed your forehead.
“It’s not a surprise if I tell you!” He reminded you.
“But I hate surprises!” You shot back.
Bucky shook his head. “You’ll be fine until tomorrow morning.”
You sighed heavily. “You’re so mean for that…” You trailed with a smirk. Bucky shrugged his shoulders and planted another kiss on your lips.
“But you love me,” He laughed.
“Yes I do, Barnes…. Yes, I do…” You smiled back at him. “But speaking of surprises, I have one for you, too… We’ll be leaving within the next two hours, so we better get dressed.”
“What is it?” Bucky asked.
You scoffed, choosing to repeat his words. “It’s not a surprise if I tell you!” You winked, rolling off him. You extended your hands and wiggled your hips. “Have a shower with me?” You smiled.
Bucky was flinging himself out of the sheets and racing in behind you, his hands wrapped around your hips. The two of you showered together which also resulted in sex against the wall, but it was worth it. The two of you stepped out, high on your own adrenaline, hurrying to get dressed. You put on a cute yellow sundress while Bucky resorted to his jeans, a gray t-shirt, and his belt. His tattooed arms exposed, you couldn’t help but run your fingers down the length of his arms before pulling him for a delicate kiss.
You two were soon in the car, you asking to drive. You entered the address to the restaurant you were taking him to, his surprise waiting there with nervousness building in the pit of their stomachs.
Bucky and you listened to some of Civil War’s music before you opened up your playlist. Kickstart My Heart by Mötley Crüe played and you shot Bucky a mischievous look.
“That should’ve been your theme song when they pumped those two shots of adrenaline into your heart… Get it? It kickstarted your heart?” You teased behind the wheel of your Ferrari that was purchased the night you two got married, which had been delivered to California.
“Do you think you’re funny?” Bucky asked seriously.
You glanced between him and the radio, soon singing the lyrics while adding a small “Ba-dum tsssss,” For extra hilarity that finally made Bucky burst at the seams.
“I hate you but I love you at the same time, Doll,” Bucky laughed.
You giggled with the sunglasses over your eyes. “I love you too,” You smiled.
Soon, the two of you pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together as he looked around at his surroundings.
“What are we doing here?”He laughed.
You walked around and grabbed his hand.
“There are a few people who want to see you,” You answered quietly, Bucky’s eyes lifting.
As you walked inside, Bucky’s eyes drifted. You saw the table ahead and you smiled to yourself, leading him over. While you approached, they all turned their heads. Bucky’s eyes grew wide as he recognized the three individuals seated at the table.
“Mom? Dad? Becca?” Bucky called their names.
Winnifred, George, and Rebecca Barnes all shifted their eyes up to their son and brother, Winnifred’s eyes brimming with tears. George stood to his feet, Rebecca doing the same.
And for the first time in years, Bucky was engulfed in a hug from his mother, father, and sister. He couldn’t help but burst into tears as he melted into their touch, Rebecca shooting you a smile as she rubbed her brother’s back comfortingly.
➳a/n: MY HEARTTTT! I’M FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THIS CHAPTER AHHH!
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
➳a/n: MY HEARTTTT! I’M FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THIS CHAPTER AHHH!
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
I can’t believe it. Today marks freedom. I’ve been in this rehab facility for exactly one month and while many days I nearly ripped my hair out when the cravings got so bad, I discovered resilience. It made it a touch easier knowing that Sam and Steve were here too alongside me fighting off their own addictions, but we all know between the three of us; I was the worst. After all, it took me being clinically dead for two minutes and two syringes of adrenaline to the chest.
I haven’t spoken to Y/N since giving my life over to the faculty. However, I did bring this journal with me and although Y/N never mentioned to do it, I decided to journal my thoughts. My own personal diary of my account. Maybe one day I can help those who have also struggled with addiction. But for now, my main concern is getting better not only for the wife who I hope doesn’t decide to seal our fate with a divorce, but for myself. I can’t keep living like this.
I’ve realized that I want more in my life than platinum records and adoring fans. I want a family. I want to be an inspiration for people, not someone who they looked to in remembrance of dirty deeds. I’ve thought about Zemo a lot. He was my friend and while I wished things would have turned out better for him, I’m one of the lucky few who received a second chance in life. At first, I wasn’t sure why someone like me was being offered that second chance, until I realized;
Y/N. I’ve discovered that I’m head over heels in love with her and even if she doesn’t choose to stay with me, I won’t be angry. I’ve put her through so much hell the last three months that I wouldn’t want to be with me either. I’ve never been more ready to see a woman in my entire life. First, I want my relationship with her repaired and then I’ll hopefully make amends with others who I’ve hurt on this dangerous path.
My parents.
My sister.
Sobriety is going to be a big change for me, but a change that’ll be worth it in the end. I understand the consequence of my actions and now, I want to repair the damage.
“Bucky, are you ready?” The friendly nurse smiled in his direction as she knocked on the door. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt along with his leather jacket. His raven locks of hair had grown out a touch and he reminded himself to get a haircut once he was settled in at home.
“You bet… Thanks for all you’ve done, Sarah.” Bucky smiled at her as he stood to his feet. As he walked out of the room, he was reunited with Steve and Sam. They both had brightened eyes and a look of relief covering their faces.
“How are you feeling, Buck?” Steve asked as he realized all the color in Bucky’s face had returned.
Bucky nodded his head. “I feel like a brand new man.” He said, clasping the blonde on the shoulder. As they began their journey to the front door while the faculty congratulated them on graduating from rehab, they all broke out into solid grins. While they embarked for the door, you and Natasha were waiting outside for them to emerge.
“I’m nervous… I haven’t seen him in a month.”You whispered, feeling as your palms were coated with a sweat. You stood outside of the rehab center where Bucky had driven himself to after getting out of the hopsital for his overdose. Your nerves were jumbled and you just hoped that this was the beginning of a new chapter.
“It’ll be okay,” Nat smiled, rubbing your shoulder as she watched the doors like a hawk. You drew in a deep breath as you rolled onto the balls of your feet and back down, your insides twisting with a nauseating feeling.
Praying that she was right, you closed your eyes. Suddenly, the sound of the automatic doors separating caught your attention. Natasha’s hand tightened on your shoulder as she saw Steve and Sam pushed their way forward, wearing big smiles.
You reopened your eyes and your heart fluttered intensely in your chest when your eyes rested on him.He looked so much different.The color had returned to his face, the dark circles vanished. His eyes scanned the area, obviously in search for you. When they landed on you, Bucky released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of him. Bucky also felt his blue orbs glisten with tears and his chest jumped violently. His heart was thrown into overdrive as he craved to hold you. You watched when he started to quicken his steps, you doing the same. Not able to contain it any longer, you sprinted. Bucky gasped when he saw you running toward him at full-speed.
Opening his arms, Bucky caught you as you jumped into them. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he gripped onto you. His face buried into your neck, both of you started to cry in each other’s embrace.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Bucky called out, kissing your neck.
You clung onto him tighter as his arms held you close to him. “I’ve missed you too,” You whispered pulling back. Bucky’s eyes scanned your face and you couldn’t wait any longer. Holding his cheek, you leaned in and kissed him deeply.
Bucky was shocked at first, but he melted into your lips. You kissed him harder and it seemed as if time around you stood still. As you finally gained the courage to pull away for a breath of air, you licked your lips and stared at him. Bucky had a lot on his mind and while he was gone for a month, he decided that you deserved much better.
“How do you feel?” You asked him quietly.
Bucky nodded. “It was rough… But I pulled through. Each day got a little better. I had you on my mind the entire time.”
You smiled widely, nodding. “I’m so proud of you,” You whispered.
Bucky laughed, his eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so ready to go home,” He breathed out. You nodded your head, allowing him to set you on the ground. You pulled out the keys to his Ferrari which you had driven and passed them over.
“Lead the way, drummer,” You smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist. Bucky laughed, kissing your cheek as he led the two of you over to the car. He pulled open the passenger’s side door, making you squeal. Rushing to the driver’s side, he was soon putting the top down and flashing you a wide grin.
Just as he started the drive, you leaned over and kissed him softly. “I love you,” You told him. Bucky’s heart sped up.
“I love you too,” He smiled, kissing you back.
Soon, the two of you were winding down the road towards his home in Malibu.You had been staying in the home. Bucky informed someone to give you the keys to the house and make it yours.You had less than a month left before you would have to return to Brooklyn for college, yet you were somewhat dreadingit.
“What are you thinking about?” Bucky asked, turning the radio down low.
You bit into your lip. “Classes start back up next month,” You cleared your throat. “Ned, Peter, and MJ went to Spain.”
Bucky’s eyes widened. He remembered how you were supposed to do the same before he convinced you to join the tour.
“Doll, why didn’t you go?” He asked.
You looked at him through your eyelashes. “Because I wanted to be here for when you got out of rehab.” You informed him honestly.
Bucky’s heart swelled at your revelation. “And honestly? I love California,” You breathed out. “…Also, turns out that I get to graduate a semester early. So instead of fall of next year, I’ll walk for my degree in May of next year. So, two more semesters and I’m finished… Which they’re letting me go online for.”
Bucky’s eyes lit up. “What are you trying to say to me?” He laughed.
You smiled, wrapping your hand through his. “I’m saying that… I want to work on us.I’ve had a lot of time to think about the last two months, and I want to do things right.So, I’m staying in California… If you’ll have me.”
Bucky grinned. “Baby, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He announced.
When the drive ended and you two were parked in front of the Malibu mansion, you and Bucky hurried your way inside. As he made it through the front door, he stopped in his tracks. To his recollection, he hadn’t stepped foot inside of his home since before the tour started. It was a bittersweet moment for him, one that he had to take a second to himself for. And when he looked over to see his wife standing there, he bit his lip.
“What?” You giggled as you walked forward.
Bucky shook his head. “It’s just surreal to see you standing inside of this place with me.” He shrugged.
You grinned. “Well, I’ve done a little bit of redecorating. Natasha’s helped keep me occupied when I tried to run myself crazy over you.” You giggled. “New curtains… I may have ordered a new bed for your room… Or, our room. Bucky, this place is gorgeous. Everything about it, I love it.” You expressed.
Bucky smiled proudly. As he walked through, he remembered that alcohol was in the fridge. You noticed the way he eyed the appliance and you quickly cleared your throat.
“I got rid of it all,” You announced.
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
You nodded. “Every ounce of alcohol in the house both hidden and in plain sight, it’s gone. I scoped out the entire house. You’re okay.”
Bucky felt his heart swell in his chest.
“How did I get so lucky?” He asked quietly.
Laughing, you shook your head. “I want to make this work, Bucky. And it’s going to take us becoming a team.I stopped drinking, too. It’s not fair to you if I participate in it.”
Bucky couldn’t contain himself any longer. He walked forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. You gasped when his lips found yours, giving you a very passionate kiss. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hand wrapping around the back of his neck. Curling your fingers around the strands of his hair, you smiled against his lips.
“Come on! I want to show you what all I’ve done!” You squealed, grabbing his hand.
Bucky burst out laughing, tanging his hand through yours.
He was hooked. He was so in love.
And now he was on a mission to make it all right again…
Summary: Caught in an anti-hero demonstration, you become an unwilling participant in a political game of tug of war. Tony Stark wants you to be the new poster child for his pro-Avengers rhetoric, Nick Fury wants you to fade into the background, and Bucky Barnes… wants something else from you entirely.
Warnings: Near Death Experience, Noncon, Stalking, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Smut, Breeding. Blackmail, Infidelity, Dark!AU, Grey/Dark Avengers AU, Dead dove Do not eat
A/N: um. i think you all could see the signs that things were about to go from zero to sixty with the ending of the last chapter, but just in case you didn’t, here’s your warning. updated the warnings a bit to reflect the content from here on out! bottom divider by @firefly-graphics!
The work below is my own, and is unbeta’d and unedited. I do not consent for it to be translated and or posted elsewhere by anyone but myself. Minors, DNI!
Bucky leaves shortly after Patrick gets back, and you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong, very wrong, for the rest of the day. While you shower, as you go through the stretches the physical therapist taught you, as you run loving fingers through Pat’s hair. The wrongness won’t abate, won’t leave you alone.
The Black Widow arrives a few hours later, and declines your hesitant offer to come inside. No thank you, she’d said with a tart smile. I’m better from outside. Patrick is just grateful to have the apartment back, spreading out on the couch and surfing channels aimlessly. You, on the other hand, can’t stop turning over this morning’s events in your head, gnawing at it like a dog with a bone.
The cold hand, the beard, the voice that wasn’t Pat’s—
Your stomach fills with lead.
Youknow what the truth is, but you can barely even think it. It doesn’t make sense, for one, that Bucky would sneak into your room and do that.He’s half a celebrity, and while you buy about half of the populace running away screaming, you know the other half would walk readily right into his bed. There was no need to dally with you.
So why did he?
Why did he pretend to be Patrick, slither between your thighs and—
You clench them shut, your stomach lurching with shame as your cunt pulses at the memory. It isn’t your fault it felt good, you know that, but the shame eats away at you anyway. And Pat—you don’t know how he’d react to the knowledge, and you don’t want to find out. You clench your fists under the knitted blanket Patrick’s mother had given the two of you at your engagement party last year.
You don’t know when you’ll see Bucky next and your stomach flops nervously at the thought of being alone with him after what happened. He’d seemed so nice before, if a little stoic; you don’t understand the shift, can’t make sense of it.
And it certainly doesn’t help that you’re essentially house-bound, unable to drive your car without the go-ahead from Doctor Bradford. You feel trapped, like you’re just waiting for the predator to circle round again, to take another meaty bite out of you.
And what a bite he’d taken.
You can’t find it in yourself to leave your bubble of alternating self-deprecation and loathing for Bucky’s transgression, you’re surprised when Patrick starts getting ready for his night shift. It’s with grim resignation that you watch him step into his nurse’s shoes—the ones you’d teased him about more than once—and pin his tag on his shirt, right onto the pocket, like always.
“Babe? You good? You’ve been quiet all day.” Patrick is shrugging into his scrubs, and his voice rouses you from your anxiety driven fugue. “I can call off if you want.” On one hand, you do, you really do—you want Pat to stay, to help you confront Bucky for what he did to you—
But the larger part of you, the part that echoes with your father’s drilled-in shame, doesn’t even want Patrick to know. You don’t want him thinking of you as damaged goods, the woman who couldn’t even recognize her own fiancé’s voice. His mother already hated you, and you were loathe to give her more reason to mistrust you.
No, better for you to handle this on your own. For once you were glad for the insistent beeping of his pager as they contacted him again—rushing him in, putting a pin back into the grenade of this line of discussion.
“I’m good. Sorry, I’m just tired. I think it’s the pills.” You offer him a watery smile. “You go.” He does, with one last, almost mistrustful look at you over his shoulder.
“Call if you need anything, okay?”
“Okay.”
—
You twiddle your thumbs in the emptiness of your apartment, wondering what you’ll say, what you’ll do when Bucky shows up for guard duty, so much so that when Natasha raps on your door with her knuckles, you almost throw up from nerves.
“I’m headed out,” she says as you pull the door open. “Steve’ll be here shortly, if he’s not here already.” It sends a cool wave of relief through you to know it won’t be Bucky you see next, and you nod gratefully.
“How long, um, do you think we’ll have to do all this?” You ask, steadying yourself against the door. “The whole, um. Bodyguard thing.”
“Probably until the press dies down. Another couple of weeks, at most. We already got a few pings just from presence at the junket.” Her voice is confident, assured. It makes you want to trust her confidence. She turns to leave, but stops, hesitating. “Here, take my number. Just in case. And only for emergencies, understand?” She replies sternly, and you nod quickly.
“Thanks.”
You hobble back to the living room, and begin your best attempt at tidying up with only the use of one hand, a crutch held under the other. When the buzzer rings, you answer with confidence, pressing the intercom button.
“Yes?”
“Hey. It’s me. Can you buzz me in?”
“Oh, Steve. Sure.” You move to press the door button, and the familiar buzz sounds through the speaker. You wait patiently by the door for Steve to get there, tugging open the door as his footfalls approach the landing.
“Hiya, doll.” Bucky grins at you as he rounds the corner. No.You gape at him, unable to speak as you sputter. “Surprised to see me? Steve had something come up, something with the baby—”
You slam the door, sliding the deadbolt across it with trembling fingers. It’s instinct more than anything, but you’re glad for it when his body thuds against the door only a second or two later.
“You need to leave, Bucky,” you say shakily. “Get out of here!”
“Doll, what? Why? Something wrong?” It makes your stomach roll to hear him ask so genuinely, all while the feeling of his hands on your body burns in your memory. He raps on the door hard, and you can hear his heavy breath.
“You… you have to go, Bucky. I know what you did this morning, okay? I… I fucking know!”
There’s silence from the other side of the door, and then a heavy sigh.
“Goddammit.”There’s another knock. “Sweetheart, open the door and let’s talk about it. Come on. Let’s be adults about this.”
There’s a casual kind of coolness in his tone that makes you both angry and terrified, like he’d forseen this outcome—
Planned for it.
“No. You need to leave. You need to leave, a-and I’m going to tell Tony what you did—” This time, it isn’t Bucky’s voice that interrupts you—it’s your own.
“God!”
“What? What is that?”
“F-fuck, I—”
Your face heats as you realize what he’s doing. He’s playing something, a recording—
A recording of this morning.
Before you can think about it, consider what you’re doing, your hands are flying to the locks, practically tearing off the deadbolt.
“Stop, it, shut that off—” The door slams inward, and it narrowly misses pulping you against the wall you as you scramble away. You hit the floor with an oof, your crutches clattering to the ground beside you. “Bucky…”
He tosses you the phone as he steps over the threshold, closing the door behind him. He makes sure to set the lockandthe deadbolt, turning to grin at you over his shoulder.
“For interruptions.” Bucky squats down in front of you, and motions down at the phone in your lap. “Oh, that’s my favorite part.” You don’t want to look down, but it’s like you can’t stop yourself, your eyes drifting to the screen. You watch yourself writhing on your bed, one thick, flesh hand, one metal, holding your thighs apart while Bucky feasts on you.
You toss the phone away as if it’s burned you.
“Why would you do that?” You murmur, hot angry tears gathering in your eyes. He sighs, running a hand through his thick hair.
“I’m sorry, doll. I am. I…” He hesitates, before shrugging, like there’s no point in keeping it from you now. “I thought those pills’d have you under for a little longer.” The apologetic smile he gives you is chilling, instead of relatable. “I just couldn’t wait anymore. I’m not patient, you know?”
“What? What are you—”
“I saved your life.” He states the irrefutable fact with a completely straight face. “Didn’t I?” Bucky reaches forward to brush a lock of hair out of your face, and you go completely rigid at the motion. “You know, there’s some cultures that believe if you save a life, you own it. You know that, doll?”
All of the anger goes out of you at once—and is replaced by ice cold terror.
“I asked you a question sweetheart, please answer me.”
It’s night impossible to swallow the ball of panic in your throat but you manage, somehow.
“Y-yes. I kn-know that.”
“Thank you. In ancient Rome, a savior was regarded as a sort of… second father. But that’s not really what I want. Unless,” Bucky grins cheekily down at you, “you’re into that sort of thing.”
You don’t laugh, and he sighs. “Look, I like you. You’re sweet. And… I can protect you. Patrick can barely keep your heads above water,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “I can’t believe that’s what passes for a man these days.”
The urge to defend your fiancé is tamped down easily by your fear—you know what this man can do.
“I understand it might take some… time. For you to come around. So, I’m prepared to offer you a deal.”
“A deal?” You echo him hoarsely, attempting to blink back tears and failing. “What deal?”
“Well, I’m not going to post your film debut online for the world to see,” he holds up the phone, wiggling it for emphasis. “But I expect certain…allowances in return.” You don’t miss the way his eyes sweep down your body. This time, you can’t hold your tongue.
“What? No! I’m not touching you, I—”
“I get this is new for you doll, and while I’m a… modern man in a lot of ways, I’m not going to tolerate disrespect just because I’m sweet on you.” His eyes go hard. “I could have let you bleed out on the museum floor, after all.” Your breath hitches and time seems to slow as he leans in closer. His large hand is warm on your thigh through your thin leggings.
“Iown you, doll. And depending on which way I spin our beautiful first moment, I can bring down this whole house of cards you’ve built for yourself. This?” He gestures around at your apartment, but you get his larger meaning, “Only lasts as long as I say it does.” He squeezes your thigh, and then reaches up to caress your cheek like a lover, like he hadn’t just delivered a terrifying threat. “So I wouldn’t piss me off. Understand?”
You take a few seconds longer than he’d like to answer, and his lips press into a frown.
“Y-yes, Bucky,” you manage to squeak out around the other words in your throat. “I understand.”
“Good. Let’s get you up, doll. That doesn’t look comfortable at all.” He helps you to your feet with a patience that rivals Pat’s, and you swallow the futile scream that builds when he fixes you with that soft, gentle smile. “Let’s go pick out a movie, or something. We’ve got all night.”
—
Bucky is stifling.
He won’t give you a moment’s peace; standing practically hip to hip with you in the kitchen as you microwave the popcorn, standing over your shoulder as you return texts from your sister that you’d been ignoring—like he was trying to tacitly remind you of his imagined claim on your body, on your soul.
But what did it matter, imagined or not, if he had the power to enforce it?
The last thing you want is for Patrick to see that video, to see the absolute worst of you—for the world to see it. It doesn’t matter now that you’d been an unwilling participant, and if not unwilling then certainly unknowing—no one will believe it, not when they watch you writhing under his touch.
You barely do.
You sit stiffly, holding onto the popcorn in a white-knuckled grip. His metal arm falls around you, and he squeezes you affectionately.
“See?” He says, nuzzling against your throat. Your own breath hitches—both because it’s strangely natural,like the affection is real, and because you’re disgusted with yourself for considering whatever twisted thing he’d built up in his own head as valid for even a second. “Doesn’t have to be so bad.”
What choice do I have?
Until you can get help, tell someone—anyone—you’re stuck, completely at his mercy. You hadn’t been able to understand his breach of trust, not until he’d explained himself, and everything had clicked into place with horrible clarity. His overt overprotectiveness, the way he’d begun methodically inserting himself into your life. Even now, he traces patterns on the exposed skin of your arm, the cool metal leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Feel like you’re too far away, doll,” he drawls, and reluctantly you look up at him. He pats the thickest part of his thigh with a heavy hand. “Want you right here, close to me.” Your stomach lurches at his request. Sitting next to him is the most you can manage, you don’t want anything else. The movie drones on in the background as you stare at one another, and you know you don’t have long before Bucky’s patience runs out.
“I-I—” You can’t swallow the lump in your throat so you try to speak around it. “Bucky, I don’t—”
“You’re nervous. I get that,” he cuts you off, running his hands up and down your sides in smooth gentle movements, like he’s trying to calm a panicked animal. You suppose you are—you’re terrified, your heart pounding as Bucky’s fingers sink into the meat of your hips. You let out a shrill squeak as he lifts you, settling you across his thigh.
“But you don’t have to be, not with me.” Hot tears, indignant tears, well in your eyes, and you try not to let them fall. Bucky’s breath is hot against the back of your neck. “I’m going to take good care of you.” You know his promise is supposed to inspire confidence, but the only thing you feel is the slow creep of dread, sinking into everything.
This is really happening.
You want to wake up from this, but there isno waking from it—Bucky’s hands are warm as they massage you through the thin fabric of your leggings, his pleased sighs ringing in your ear as he familiarizes himself with your body. There’s no relaxing either, your body taut as a tightrope perched on his knee. To any onlooker, you know this looks like a date-night—a movie, snacks, two people cuddled close—but the pounding of your heart, the tremor in your hands, you can’t hide those. Someone onscreen laughs, and Bucky chuckles too, the sound vibrating against your back.
“You feel tense, sweetheart,” He murmurs, and you wince as he drags his lips down the exposed skin at your shoulder until he meets cloth. “I can help.” His hungry hands come to rest on your thighs, his thumbs massaging circles into the taut muscle. You try to snap your thighs shut, wiggle off of his lap, but Bucky is stronger than you are—by far. It doesn’t even seem like it taxes him in the least to keep you seated as he locks an arm around your belly, anchoring you to him.
“Shh, shh,” he smooths his other hand over your hair. “You’ll feel so much better, doll, I know it.” Fresh horror blooms in you as he strokes along your inner thigh with light fingers, mumbling his appreciation for you in a low, reverent voice.
“So soft…” You can feel the thick length of his cock pressing up between the cheeks of your ass, and you choke on your horrified gasp. “See how hard you got me, sweetheart? S’all for you.” Your mouth opens, and you inhale a breath to scream—
Bucky’s metal hand closes around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to limit your air.
“Oh, baby. I wouldn’t.” His other hand doesn’t stop moving, stroking the skin of your belly under your t-shirt. “You think I won’t fuck you if your neighbors come watch?” The blood curdles in your veins at his frankness. “I don’t mind if the whole world watches you cum on my face, sweetheart—and believe me, it’s a pretty sight. In fact, I think that might make this a whole lot easier, don’t you? If everyone knows, then—”
“Please,” you croak, tugging ineffectually at his arm. He releases his hold on your throat, and you gasp and cough as the air floods back into your lungs. You don’t want Patrick to know, to see. Without Pat, you’d be alone, adrift in the world. He’d made you feel like you could do more than just be your father’s replacement for your mother, to take care of him until he was six feet in the ground. Like you owed it to her memory to be something—like you owed it to yourself.
Bucky could have everything else—but he can’t have that.
He kisses the skin at the back of your throat, his beard rasping against your skin.
“Let’s not make this difficult, doll. Either way you play this, I get what I’m owed.”
“No one’s owed anything,” you croak, wriggling in his lap. Bucky stills you with a smart tap to your thigh. “That’s not how the world works.”
“Oh?” He says, as if he’s amused by your reasoning, amused enough to let your sass slide. “I’ll remember that when folks come to collect. Funny,” he hums as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your leggings, playing at the skin beneath them before he tugs them harshly down. “how no one’s owed, but someone always come to collect.” There’s a low laugh as he grazes the skin of your vulva.
“No panties, doll? And I thought you weren’t expecting me.” He parts your lips with two fingers, and you’re as embarrassed as he is pleased when he finds your folds damp. You huff through your clenched teeth as Bucky slowly circles your clit with one finger while he grinds his cock against you. You’re overwhelmed with him—the woodsy scent of his cologne in your nostrils, his hands on you, in you. It’s enough to make your head spin.
Which it does, unwitting pleasure winding up your spine as you stare dizzily at the ceiling. You try everything; shutting your eyes to try and keep him out, picturing Patrick, trying to remember the vows you were still drafting up for the wedding—but none of it works. Bucky’s face swims in the darkness behind your closed eyes as his fingers dance over your bud, and his breath in your ear wipes clean the memory of your future promises.
The noise as his fingers slide in and out of you, aided by your body’s own slick is deafening. You hate your own muted moans as Bucky’s teeth drag along your shoulder blade, uncaring of whether he leaves a mark or not. The sound of his zipper lowering makes you choke back a sob, and you gasp softly at the feel of his bare cock against your ass.
“I saw, you know,” he grunts as he ruts against you. “Fucking pathetic, couldn’t even let you get off first.” Bucky lets out a low, guttural laugh when your pussy clenches around him, fresh wetness coating his fingers. “Mmm, feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” You clench around him. “Real man would have taken care of you—that’s why I had to step in and do it.” Bucky doesn’t let up, and you whine and writhe against him.
Your orgasm hits you like a train and you arch against his knee, your cunt throbbing as your release coats his fingers thick and sticky. You can feel Bucky moving against you, your pleasure—your shame—leaking back to coat his cock. Limp and wrung out from the force of it, you shudder. Maybe it’s cruel irony that Pat had never made you feel quite like this, that this man who you you undeniably hate can play your body like a fine instrument.
His hands rise to cup your breasts, flicking at your nipples through your bralette. “If I didn’t want to be in your pussy so bad, I’d give this sweet ass of yours a try,” Bucky says as his the head of his cock slides lewdly against your puckered entrance. You push ineffectively at his metal hand as he lifts your hips, positioning his cock underneath your twitching cunt.
“Bucky, Bucky no—”
“Stopwhining, doll,” his words end in a sigh as his cock begins to press up into you, pushing against the tightness of your entrance until it pops inside. He groans, huffing out an appreciative breath. “You’re like velvet inside, you know that?” He’s so thick, it’s like there’s not enough room inside of you for all of him, but he pushes in anyway.
You squeak as he fills you, his jeans rubbing uncomfortably against your bare thighs. Bucky kneads your hip with one hand and rocks against you slow, but even his short thrusts steal the air from your lungs. Even the sting of his cock stretching you open winds with the pleasure eating away at every conscious thought that manages to break through the static in your brain.
“God, you’re fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart,” he underscores the complement with another muffled curse. “Could stay in you all goddamned day.” He doesn’t fuck you like Pat does, with quiet efficiency, mindful of how long he’s taking—Bucky fucks you like it’s all he wants to do. His strokes are slow, leisurely, and you sob at the slow drag of him against your walls.
Bucky bounces you on his lap, and your breath gurgles in your throat. “F-full…” You don’t even realize you’ve spoken until Bucky’s black-honey laugh meets your ear.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He kneads your breasts with one greedy hand while the other tugs your legs apart, splaying you open lewdly across his thighs. Bucky sinks in with a loud squelch that makes you keen. Distantly, you’re aware of the slapping of flesh, the squeal of the springs in you and Pat’s ancient couch as Bucky lays into you with languid heavy thrusts.
“Nice, fat cock digging you out—tell me baby, that miserable excuse for a man ever make you feel this good?” When you don’t answer immediately, Bucky’s hips snap into yours hard, the head of his cock punching against your cervix. You wail, babbling.
“N-no, no Bucky!” You wish that the guilt that flares up in you at your forced honesty is enough to quell the tide of pleasure cresting over you. You hate him—but your body still responds. “Oh, oh God—”
Pleasure sears the synapses in your brain, fireworks exploding behind your unseeing eyes as you gape up at your ceiling. Bucky fucks you through it, abandoning his slow, deep pace for quick, sharp thrusts.
“Fuck, m’gonna fill you up, doll, want you leakin’ with me for days—”He growls low in his throat, strained breaths puffing against your ear as sticky warmth floods you, his cock jerking against your walls. The both of you sit there, panting as you try to piece everything back together.
Bucky strokes the side of your face, before pressing a kiss into your hair.
“See, doll?” He says with a dry laugh. “Not so bad.”
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Author’s Notes: I’m challenging myself to write some fics using the list of 410 Smut Prompts that I came across from @devildomqueen. For my 300 followers, I’ve added a second challenge to make this particular fic gender neutral/inclusive. I’ve added a third twist to try to write this from Bucky’s POV. I really hope you enjoy it!!
Prompt: Do you like that?
“Hey, sweetheart! I’m home!” Bucky said, hanging his coat on the hook by the door, kicking off his heavy boots.
“Hey, baby.”
Bucky stopped dead in his tracks and took in the sight of a very naked you, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom. The curve of your hips, your rounded shoulders, your jawline… you were always such a sight to behold.
“Damn,” he whispered.
“Wanna have some fun?” you ask, raising your eyebrow at him.
“Do I ever,” he replied, his hand brushing over you hip. “What do you have in mind?”
“Follow me,” you said in a low, sexy tone, grabbing his belt buckle as you pulled him toward the bed.
“Holy shit,” he whispered softly.
You pushed him onto his back on your bed, his knees hanging over the edge of the mattress.
He could feel your hands sliding up his thighs, over his hips, across his stomach, and up his chest until you reached the open collar of his button-down shirt.
“Mmm, that feels good,” he said, closing his eyes.
Without warning, he felt his shirt rip open, buttons hitting the floor.
“Fuck, sweetheart! Someone’s hungry,” he said, reaching out to touch your face.
“You have no idea,” you said, licking his clavicle.
He could feel your warm tongue moving down his neck, chest and abs. The warmth of your tongue made him grow harder until he was straining against his jeans.
He felt your hands pull at his belt, the palm of your hand rubbing his hard length through the fabric.
“Fuuuuck, baby,” he moaned, “Feels… ung… so good.”
“Just wait, baby. I’m going to make you feel even better.
He whined a little as he felt your fingers slide into the waistband of his underwear. He breathed in slowly as he felt you slide his pants and boxers down his hips, your fingernails scratching his ass.
As soon as his hard cock springs free, he feels your warm hand gently grab the base.
“Ohhh!” he moans as your warm, wet tongue began to slide across his balls, you hand stroking the length of his cock gently, and so very slowly. He felt your fingers brush over the tip, and he sucked in a sharp breath. The feel of your hand and tongue all over him had him moaning your name before you even took his hard cock into your mouth.
“Y/n…” he breathed, his eyes rolling back slightly.
He felt you tease the tip of his cock with the tip of your tongue, and the sensation was driving him wild. He wanted to reach out and grab the back of your head, force himself into your mouth, but he resisted the urge, knowing full well you were taking his time for his benefit.
He moaned once more, and felt your hot breath as your mouth enveloped the top half of his length, your hand wrapped around the bottom.
“Fuck!” he moaned sharply, his head digging into the mattress.
He loved this part, feeling your mouth and tongue around his cock. He could feel you opening your throat to take him deeper, your wet mouth sliding up and down his cock in tandem with your hand.
When he couldn’t resist any longer, his hand found its way to rest at the back of your head. He didn’t want to push, just lay his hand on you.
He felt his length sliding in and out of your mouth, deeper and deeper into your throat. He could feel you gently sucking him in, and it was driving him wild.
His breath began to grow ragged, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He could feel the tightness growing in his balls as he began to moan louder and louder.
He felt your lips curl into a smile and his coil snapped, his warm cum shooting up his length and into your throat. He felt you swallow every last drop before releasing him with a quick slide, and he felt the sudden cold air hit his skin.
“Fuckin’A, baby,” he said, arms on the bed above his head.
“Do you like that? Do you like when I take control, Bucky?” you asked, curling up next to him on the bed.
“You know I do, sweetheart,” he replied, kissing your forehead.
“But now… it’s my turn…”
His wicked smile aroused you even more as he slid off the bed and onto his knees.
The windows of your apartment were open and a nice breeze was coming in, finally starting to cool off the hot kitchen after baking brownies and cooking homemade chicken dumpling soup, Bucky’s favorite.
Since it was so hot, and you were in a tank top and some short shorts, cleaning up the kitchen and waiting for Bucky to get back from his last mission. After the facetime fun you had the other night, you definitely could not wait to see him – and fuck him – again.
“Do I smell soup?”
“Bucky! You’re back!” you squeal and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a long, deep kiss.
“Mmm… I missed you, Doll. But really… do I smell soup?”
“You and your stomach. Yes, you smell soup. Chicken dumpling, just for you, my love.”
He kissed your temple and grabbed the lid, removing it from the pot so he could breathe it in.
“Is it ready yet?”
“Not yet – I was thinking we’d have it for lunch. I’m going to let it simmer for awhile – really let that broth soak into the dumplings.”
“Well, okay. And brownies? You’ve been a busy girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes! Brownies for dessert.”
The timer beeped on the stove, and you jumped a little, clapping your hands.
“What is in the oven?!”
“Cinnamon rolls – I was craving them for breakfast, so I whipped up a batch after I took the brownies out. Perfect timing! Now you can have one with some coffee!”
“I could use some coffee. Sam snores soooo loud!”
You laugh, open the oven door and bend over to pull the cinnamon rolls out.
“Y/n! I’m loving the view, Doll.”
“Oh?” you ask, wiggling your ass a little bit.
Suddenly, you feel Bucky right behind you as you stand up, putting the pan of deliciousness on the stove top.
“Y/n…If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants, I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch,” he breathed in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Bucky,” you giggle, turning to face him, “I don’t think you have the balls to do something that bold.”
In one swift motion, Bucky pulled your shorts and panties down around your ankles and backed you up against the counter.
“You know better than to underestimate me, Doll,” he growled, lifting you up and dropping your bare ass onto the counter top. He kissed your lips feverishly, his tongue flicking yours time with his fingers moving around your clit.
You moaned into his mouth, fingers in his hair, pulling gently as he moved to kneel before you.
When his tongue flicked your clit, you drew in a sharp breath as a chill ran up your spine. His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep your legs spread wide before him. You could feel his tongue moving up, down, side to side, in and out of you. He ate your pussy like a starving man eating his first meal in months. You screamed in pleasure as your orgasm hit you like a freight train.
You gasped audibly as he stood quickly, pulling his pants down, sliding his thick member into you swiftly. Your heart pounded in your chest as he pounded into you hard and fast. You moan loudly as your second orgasm builds, knocking a container of wooden utensils over behind you as you reach for anything you can to hold onto.
He pulls you close, forcing you to scratch your nails down his back as you let out a deep, guttural moan in his ear, gently biting down on his shoulder. The combination of feelings had his hips stuttering until he slammed into you one last time as he painted your walls with his spend, letting out a long grunt of satisfaction.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, pulling you off of the counter top slowly.
“That was…”
“So fucking hot,” he smiled, kissing your lips gently.
He grabbed a towel from the drawer next to you and wiped your inner thighs and his glistening cock before pulling up your pants and then his.
“Speaking of hot – you still want a cinnamon bun, Bucky?” you asked sweetly, reaching for a bun to put on a plate.
“Yes, and coffee, and then we’re doing that again!” he replied, slapping your ass.
“Oh, we are definitely doing that again, Buck. Definitely!” you flash him a wicked smile as you lick the icing off of your finger.
“You’re going to pay for that, sweetheart.”
“I’m counting on it,” you wink, setting the plate on the counter top, grabbing a mug for his coffee.
Warnings:18+ Only, NSFW, Language! Mutual masturbation, dirty talk, using tech for sex, just lots of smutty smutness.
Author’s Notes: I’m challenging myself to write some fics using the list of 410 Smut Prompts that I came across from @devildomqueen.
Prompt: I can’t sleep without you here
“How much longer are you going to be gone?” you whine, looking at the gorgeous face of your boyfriend on your laptop screen.
“Just a few more day, sweetheart. This press crap is killing me, but I know we need the good press right now, especially after what happened last month.”
“I know. Fucking Stark. You’d think he’d learn after Ultron.”
“Doll, after Ultron, there was Vision. Probably thought that’s what he was going to get. But yeah, you’d think one killer robot invasion would keep him in line.”
“I miss you, Bucky. I’m so tired!”
“Then you should get some sleep, sweetheart.”
“I’ve tried, but I can’t sleep without you here.”
“Really? Why not?”
“Because I don’t get any lovin’ when you’re gone. How am I supposed to sleep without an orgasm or two?”
“You could just masturbate, doll,” he smiled, leaning back on the hotel headboard.
“Is that what you do?” you chide.
“Sometimes,” he replied with a wink.
“Really? What happened to your 1940’s sensibilities?!” you laugh.
“Who’s to say I wasn’t always like this?” he laughed, putting one arm behind his head.
“Don’t look at me like that!”
“Like what, sweetheart?”
“All sexy with your bulging biceps and lack of shirt.”
“You’re one to talk, you in your little lace negligee. I’ve been hard since we started talking, doll.”
“Oh, well maybe we should do something about this,” you say, slipping one satin strap off of your shoulder.
“Mmm… you read my mind, doll. Hold on a sec. Let me put my phone down. I might wanna be able to use both hands.”
You giggled and positioned yourself in front of your laptop so Bucky could see everything, feet on either side of the machine.
“Wish I had my tablet, but this’ll work, he said, coming back into frame, “Glad you made me get this pop socket.”
“I told you it would come in handy.”
“Speaking of handy…” he said, pulling his shorts down just enough so he could pull out his hard, thick cock.
“Mmm, Bucky! I’m so wet right now,” you say, slipping the other strap off your shoulder, pulling your negligee down slowly over your breasts. The feel of the satin and lace made your nipples stand at attention.
“Fuck, such a pretty girl. All for me,” Bucky said in a low, gruff voice, as he began to lightly stroke himself.
“All for you, baby,” you replied, slipping the negligee down your stomach and over your hips. As you push it past your ass, exposing your sex, you can hear him whimper. Smiling, you kick the nightie to the side and spread your legs for him.
“Fuck… I can see you glistening for me, doll. Damn, I wish I was there to taste you. So sweet.”
“I wish you were here to take care of me, Bucky,” you breathe, your hands grabbing your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples.
“C’mon sweetheart. Show me where you really want me. Show me where you want my tongue to taste you,” he said, discarding his shorts completely.
With one hand still on your breast, you let the other travel down your stomach to your soaking wet slit. You spread your sex for him, coating your fingers in your slick.
“Fuck, Bucky! I want you so bad!”
“Show me, sweetheart. Show me how I lick your clit. Show me what you like, doll.”
You begin gently circling your clit with one finger, a soft moan working its way up from your chest, slipping past your lips, as you lean back on your forearm, still playing with your nipple.
You apply more pressure as you slide your fingers up and down over the sensitive bud, quickening the pace.
“Fuck, doll! You look so beautiful, so perfect for me. Goddamn, that so fucking hot,” he says, stroking himself faster.
As you watch his hand moving over his cock, you add another finger and begin moving back and forth, hard and quick over your clit, the growing heat pooling in your stomach.
Panting and moaning, you feel the coil tighten, heart pounding, as you work yourself over feverishly.
“Look at you, doll. You’re a fucking mess for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, Bucky! Yes!” you moan, your eyes closing, head falling back.
“Fuck, Bucky! I’m almost there,” you moan, fingers working faster and harder.
“That’s it sweetheart. Come for me,” he growled.
The coil snapped, your clit throbbing, a loud cry escaping your throat as you steadied your hand, applying heavy pressure to that one spot that felt so good.
“Fuck, doll – so beautiful. Look at me, sweetheart.”
You move your head and open your eyes to see him still stroking his thick, glistening cock.
“I know you’ve got another one for me, sweetheart. Show me. Show me where you want this cock.”
Quickly, you let your fingers dive into your dripping core, feeling them gliding in and out. You add a third finger, trying desperately to stretch yourself out the way Bucky would.
“Yes, Y/n. Just like that, doll. So fucking tight, aren’t you? So wet.”
“Feels so good Bucky,” you whine, arching your back to further expose your naked breasts to him.
“Fuck, doll, you are so gorgeous. Always feel so good to me,” he growls.
You can hear his breath growing ragged, stuttering slightly. You can tell he is close, and so are you.
“Bucky! Oh, baby! Feels so good!” you cry out, eyes trained on his hand gliding over his cock over and over, his other hand gently squeezing his balls.
“Fuck, Y/n… Fuck!” he growls as he spurts his hot cum all over his stomach.
That was enough to make you cum hard, feeling your walls tighten around your fingers.
“F-fuck…” you whisper-scream, tossing your head back, pulling out your fingers as you wet the sheets beneath you.
You both lay on your respective beds, panting and coming down from your highs.
Bucky grabbed a towel to clean himself up, watching you relax in front of him.
“You think you can sleep now, sweetheart?” he asked sweetly.
“Mmm,” you moaned curling yourself into a relaxed fetal position, propping your head on your hand, looking at him on your screen, “I think I might be able to fall asleep now, yes. That was…”
“Amazing. Hot. It was so sexy, Y/n.” he said, looking a little sleepy himself.
“It was. Gotta keep this in mind for the next time one of us is out of town.”
“Definitely. You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”
“Aww, Bucky. You’re so handsome and sexy.”
“But now I’m sad.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, now you don’t need me to give you orgasms anymore,” he smiled.
“Bucky! That was great, but nothing compared to the real thing. I’d much rather have you inside of me, but this is a decent place holder,” you say, wiggling your fingers at him.
Bucky threw his head back and laughed.
“That makes me feel better. I’ll see you in a few days, sweetheart.”
“I can’t wait to give you a proper homecoming. Good night, Bucky. Love you.”
“I love you too, doll,” he said, kissing the screen before ending the call.
Author’s Notes: I’m challenging myself to write some fics using the list of 410 Smut Prompts that I came across from @devildomqueen.
Prompt: Please don’t stop
You needed to relax, so you decided to do some yoga. You lit a few candles, put on some soft music, set up your yoga mat and put on your most comfortable yoga pants and sports bra.
You started in a seated position, focusing on your breathing.
“Inhale the good shit, exhale the bullshit,” you said to yourself.
You started moving through your sequence, focusing on your poses and breathing.
You were so focused, in fact, that you didn’t hear the knocking at your door, and you certainly didn’t hear Bucky open the door and enter your room. You didn’t notice until you saw a pair of black boots near your feet when you were in a downward dog pose.
“Oh! Bucky!” you yelped, falling to your knees, and sitting back on your thighs.
“Aww! Don’t stop, doll! I kinda like that position,” he winked.
“Bucky! I was trying to relax and you scared me!” you laughed.
“Sorry, doll. But if you reallywant to relax, I think I can help with that,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you, kneeling before you.
“Oh, you think so? What are you going to do to help me relax?”
“I have a few ideas,” he said, leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. Slowly, he began to easy you onto your back, kissing you more passionately, tongue slipping past your lips.
His hands traveled from your hips, up your sides, and over your breasts. He pulled the straps of your bra over your shoulders, exposing your bare chest.
A smile crept across his face as he looked at you, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. He leaned in and gently licked around one of your sensitive nubs, sucking it into his mouth and biting down gently.
A shiver ran down your spine as a sultry moan escaped your lips, your back arching toward him. You began running your fingers through his hair, pulling gently at the nape of his neck.
“Mmm, I love your fingers in my hair,” he said, trailing kisses down your stomach, his fingers curling under your waistband. He slowly pulled your pants down over your hips, down your thighs, past your knees, and over your ankles, taking your panties with them.
Licking his lips, he pulled you close to him, nipping at you hip. You squeal with delight as he traces your other hip bone with his tongue. Grabbing your thighs, he pulls your legs apart, kissing your hip. He looked up at you with lust-filled eyes as he slowly dipped his tongue between your wet folds, the tip dancing over and around your clit.
Your eyes roll back slightly as the sensation. This is your favorite part – the feeling of him absolutely worshipping your body, knowing you are being taken care of - your every desire at the mercy of his tongue. You know you can let go and he will be right there to catch you.
He knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger, and it excites him all the more.
As he continues working between your legs, you can feel your breath quicken, your heart pounding, his tongue moving in and out of you, rolling around your clit, moving side to side and back in and out of you.
You begin to let go, every sigh and moan getting louder and louder as you lose control. You feel him smile and chuckle a bit as you begin to buck your hips, seemingly trying buck him right off of you, which only makes him hold on tighter and work faster.
Your legs are now over his shoulders as he grabs your ass, somehow pulling you closer to his face as he relentlessly flicks his tongue over your clit, refusing to let you go.
“Fuck… FUCK!” you scream, feeling him smile again as he buries his face deeper into your wet, dripping slit.
With a final scream, you cum hard, and you can hear the loud smack of his lips pulling your clit one final time. He slowly slides your body down his chest, careful not to let your ass hit the floor too hard.
“How was that, doll?” he asked, smiling, his hand slowly traveling up your thigh to your hip, resting on your belly. He kisses your stomach and lays his head down between your breasts and belly button.
Still panting, all you can say is “Holy shit, baby.”
“So it was okay then?” he said, resting a hand on your stomach, the other under the small of your back.
“More than, Bucky,” you sighed, eyes growing heavy.
Here’s the first part of The Lone Wolf. I hope this is clearing up some unanswered questions, in the next few will be more flashbacks, which will explain everything.
I hope you enjoyed reading it.
This series was brought to you because someone who (thank God) doesn’t follow me on Tumblr, wanted me to write something nicefor him, but I also wanted to post something here, so you guys are getting a bit cleaner version.
I hope you’ll like it!!
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Summary: The Reader hadn’t seen nor heard from him in about five years. Her life is getting back on track (sure, she might be playing the role of fiance for her gay friend, but everything else is going great). She’s famous all across the world for being the only person to meet The Lone Wolf in his uniform, and live to tell the tale. There was so many people asking her about him, but she never said a word. She moved on, but the past seems to want to bite her in the ass.
Warnings for this part: Implied sex, edging, a bit of SMUT (fingering), lying, mentions of dominant!Bucky, some Language
Sometimes I wish I knew what had happened to him. I looked back at the building of the company, before continuing my walk toward the café I often frequented, Coffee Bean. Sitting down, I gave them the order, which had put me into that situation with him in the first place - Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows, chocolate crumbs and coconut, the drink I haven’t had in five years, not since May 2020.
That might not have been the warmest month I had encountered in my years, but it came with a lot of memories. Pleasant and unpleasant ones, but they are still some of the most memorable moments of my life.
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Rough hands gripping me tightly by the waist from behind, pulling me close enough so that I can feel a hard, throbbing length against my ass.
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Lips attacking my neck and leaving trails of hickeys. I couldn’t tell whether they were made out of possessive jealousy, or as a way to show me he actually cared about me, but they were there, dozens of hickeys all over my body…
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His hand grabbing me by the throat, before pulling me in for a rough kiss, which left me breathless and weak in the knees…
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“Honey, are you okay?”
“Huh?” I looked away from the window, as I was pulled out of my thoughts. The bright, blue, eyes of my ‘fiancé’ were in front of me. Steve and I have only been 'engaged* for two weeks, due to him needing a fake fiancé, because he didn’t have enough courage to tell his parents he’s actually gay. He was gorgeous, blonde, blue eyed, well-built and over six feet tall. Every girl’s wet dream, but not mine. “Oh, hey, love! I’m sorry I was thinking.”
“I could see that, honey.” He sipped on his coffee. How long had he been here? “I’ve been trying to grab your attention for the past 10 minutes.” He grumbled out, answering the question I didn’t even ask, while grinding his teeth. “A penny for your thoughts, darling?”
“It’s nothing, really. I was only remembering some things from my past.”
“Good or bad?”
“Both.” I said with finality in my voice, making it known that I don’t want to talk about that subject anymore.
“So it is true.”
“What are you talking about?”
“There was something between you and the lone wolf.” His voice was filled with some sort of venom, but it was, weirdly enough, calm, although, if you payed enough attention, you could notice that the anger was radiating off him in waves, his eyebrows were furrowed, and fists clenched idly at his side. I didn’t even know he knew of him. Most of the wolrd didn’t really care much about the people from Balkans, although, him being a famous, mysterious war criminal might have had something to do with it…
“I was someone he kidnapped once.”
“Is that all?”
“He also tortured me.” I told him the official story. No need to tell him the truth about the aforementioned torture, but his heated gaze didn’t falter.
Why does it seem like he knows something? He can’t know. No one can. It was all between me and him, and he disappeared off the face of the Earth five years ago.
He kept the staring game for a few moments, before his stare softened. “If you say so.”
“I do.” I took another sip of my Hot Chocolate, before I let out a sorrowful laugh. “I had this same drink a few hours before he took me five years ago, you know? I was afraid to drink it again. I thought it was some sort of a bad thing, but I got over it.” I always had this same drink, when I was talking to him, whether it was over the phone, or over a video-call, in person… He knew me like an open book. Since he hasn’t been around in five years, If he were alive, he would have contacted me by now. So I thought it was the time to move on and have it again. It hadn’t disappointed. “Damn, it tastes better than I remember.”
He hm-ed, before nodding for me to continue. His eyes were, somehow haunted. Which made me think something was extremely wrong, but this was Steve. Friendly-neighbourhood gay-man who didn’t want his parents to know he was gay, so he faked his engagement to me after two months of being my friendly gay best neighbour, and five years of being my (only) gay-best friend ….
“I had this one friend, Bucky. We had been friends, since my third/fourth year of high school, and I had been in love with him ever since I had seen. My friend needed my help. Apparently, he had been in trouble at the time.”
“What did he do?” He asked, deep in thought.His blue eyes deep in thought.
“I don’t know. I was talking to him on the phone, and then, someone had grabbed me, there was a cloth in my face. I had breathed in and everything went black. When I woke up, I was in my Grandfather’s abandoned house in our old village. Most of the old people have been sent to homes, and nobody lives there. My plan was to stay there for two weeks, alone, surrounded by acres of woods. The only person, other than my family, who knew where it was, was my best friend, Bucky. So, I assumed he allowed someone to kidnap me and have their way with me. I never saw a face, and never heard their voice, but I’ve heard the groans they made while they violated my body.” Lie, lie, lie and lie. He would never put me in any type of danger like that. Sure, he had, indeed kidnapped me, but he knew I had one of those fantasies when I was younger.
“Why are you saying they?”
“Because I’m uncertain whether it was a man or a woman. Yes, Steve, there is a possibility that The Lone Wolf is a woman, as well.” No there isn’t, but there’s no need for him to know that.
“I never even thought of that possibility…” He mumbled, seemingly mind blown, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. “So, that friend of yours…”
“I don’t like your tone. He was only my friend then, we hooked up a few times before that, though, three years after we’ve met.”
“So, your then-friend, betrayed you.”
“Yes. He left me with an animalistic person whose only purpose in life was to hide, and torture me.”
“How exactly did he torture you?”
“Any way you could possibly imagine, only twenty times worse…” That was true. He tortured me in any sexual way he could. From spanking, to bondage, through whipping and leaving hickeys all the way to edging me ten times before finally letting me cum, screaming for him in places where only animals could hear me, biting…If I mentioned any other man, I would get punished.
“How do you feel about The Lone Wolf?”
“I hate him so much.” For leaving me a hot mess, and after two wonderfully-spent weeks, disappearing into thin air. He only wanted to use me for sex just like all those times before…I loved him, through everything, but he never cared. He never loved me and now, five years later, I finally understood that.
“You really hate him so much?” His gaze was so intense, it made me remember a moment with Bucky.
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“I hate you, Sarge.” I cried, which was understandable since it was the sixth time he edged me so far. And I wanted to cum so badly. “Please, please, please, allow me to cum.”
“You hate me?” He asked, before pushing his finger into my slit once again and picking up the pace. Every word he said was slowly rolling off his tongue, his blue eyes were dark with lust, and there was a mischievous glint in them. “Why are you so wet, then, doll?”
“Please, please, please, make me cum”
“I asked you two questions, doll. If you answer them, I’ll think about it.”
“Fine, Sarge, I don’t hate you. I don’t think I could ever hate you and I’m wet because you make me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling for anyone.”
“And what are those things?” He asked, before licking my breast and putting another finger in, while his other hand played with my clit.
“I…” I was about to answer before the sensation I felt stopped me. “Please, Sarge…”
“You’re about to cum already?” He asked.
“N…”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Yes, Sarge. Now please…” I whined, he was picking up the pace, and I was surprised he had actually listened to me. I was right there. Only one push and I’d be getting the sensation I wanted to feel since he had started this…
“No…” I whined, as I felt him pull his finger out.
“Yes.” He said, kissing me roughly, before pulling me onto my wobbly feet. I couldn’t stand properly due to our…activities. He let out a self-satisfied laugh, before throwing me over his shoulder. “I’m going to help you take a shower.”
“I hate you…”
“I thought you could never hate me, doll.” I slapped him across his very lovely ass. He let out another, hearty laugh, before I felt a sharp pinch on my ass.
“You bit me!” I mumbled
“If you mess with the wolf, you’re bound to feel some consequences.”
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“I don’t know if I hate him completely. If it weren’t for him, I would have been dead, you know. He saved me.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well…” Think, think, think… “That winter, the wolves were running about the forest. We didn’t have any sheep, cows or pigs in any of the barns that year. Grandfather was in the home and Uncle couldn’t retire until the next year. So me and him were, practically, the only ones in the area at the time. It was plenty useful to have a deadly soldier there, or I would have been ripped apart by the actual wolves.” Again, a half-truth.
“So you don’t hate him?” He asked again.
“He had saved my life. I don’t think I could ever hate anyone, I think I only strongly dislike him.”
“Good. I’m so sorry about this, Y/N.” He said, his blue eyes filled with regret.
“What are you talking about, Steve?” I asked him, but his phone rang.
“Yes, buddy, you were right. She’s all yours now.“ He said, before hanging up. He gave me one, pointed look, before gesturing something. I had no idea what it meant, but I didn’t need to think about it. There was something on my mouth and my world went black. Deja-vu much?
Summary: You’ve just passed your knowledge test and now you need someone to teach you how to ride. Who better than your dad’s best friend?
Warnings:Language, Fluff, Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count:3.8K
A/n: I have a new obsession and it’s dbf!bucky. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this and I love you all very much!
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You straddle the bike, feet planted firmly on the ground as your hands grip the handlebars.
“It’s heavier than I thought!” You tell your dad with an excited grin.
He only chuckles and pats your right hand.
“Yeah, it’ll take some getting used to.”
“Hey, Kid, be careful on that. Don’t want you to hurt yourself,” A new, cockier voice says.
You hold back a shiver and an eye-roll as Bucky emerges from your house, a bottle of beer in hand.
“She just passed her knowledge test,” your dad says proudly, a smile on his face. You grin right back at him and nod, your eyes flickering to his best friend for just a moment.
“Now I just need to get in some practice with a good teacher.”
Your dad nods before his face lights up, and you can almost see the lightbulb over his head.
“Maybe Bucky could teach you how to ride!” He suggests, an innocent smile on his face.
Your bottom lip immediately goes between your teeth at the innuendo and you look over at the huge tattooed brunet whose eyes are now focused on you.
His steel-blue eyes get dark as he imagines you riding not only his bike, but his cock, too.
“Yeah, I could give you some lessons if you want, Kid. Can’t promise I’ll be the best teacher, but I’ll give it a shot,” he says after a moment, watching you lick your lips.
His nickname for you is a constant reminder that your crush is just that: a crush. Never to be more than a dream.
And, although being near him is hard enough to do without your panties getting wet, he’s been riding for almost thirty years. Where else are you gonna find a better -and cheaper- teacher?
“Sure, that’d be great, Bucky. Thanks.”
He nods, “it’s gonna cost you, though. Each lesson I expect a case of beer, yeah? Maybe a pizza, too.”
You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.
“Can we get started now? I wanna be able to ride before the summer’s over.”
He swallows hard before answering, his wicked brain once again conjuring up images of you naked on his lap, bouncing on his cock. Those perfect tits in his face and that tight-
“Yeah, I, uh, I’m not doing anything later. I could swing by with one of my bikes, show you the ropes and whatnot,” he offers, shifting his weight to try and hide his growing erection.
“That’d be amazing! Thank you so much!” The excitement in your eyes does little to stop his swelling cock, but, thankfully, your father grabs your attention before you can notice the tent in his pants.
“Mark got tickets to the hockey game tonight, but you know you’re always welcome here, Buck. It’s not too late for you to change your mind about coming with me,” your dad says, already knowing the answer.
Hockey isn’t Bucky’s favourite sport, and he’s got much better plans for tonight.
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “no thanks. Tell the guys I say ‘hi’, though. And make sure you invite them to the barbecue, yeah?”
Your dad nods easily then heads inside the house, leaving you alone in the garage with Bucky.
Nervous winds give life beneath the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, and you nibble on your bottom lip.
“I’ll probably swing by around six. I expect a pizza and a pack of beer to be waiting, got it?”
You raise your eyebrows at him, “you’re gonna drink and teach me to drive?”
He chuckles and takes a step toward you, towering over you and looking into your eyes, “honey, I’m a grown man. A beer or two isn’t gonna put me over the limit. Besides, you’re not gonna be riding that thing fully today, anyway. Maybe you’ll make it out of the driveway, but I doubt it.”
You frown but nod, slightly intimidated by the man in front of you.
He slowly takes a step around you, taking a subtle inhale and holding back a groan at the sweet scent of raspberries wafting from your skin.
He walks over to his restored Camaro and slides in, giving you a raise of his fingers in farewell, before peeling out of the driveway and out of sight.
~*~
You spend the next several hours worrying about your lesson with Bucky.
You’ve only had a crush on the man for years, and now you’re getting to be alone with him. You’re not sure if you should swoon or combust.
The second option is definitely looking more appealing when you hear him pull up to your house, his bike rumbling.
With a deep breath and a final fix of your hair, you venture downstairs and outside, grabbing the pizza and beer on the way.
“Hey, Kid. I see you brought my payment,” Bucky says, a grin on his face when he sees you.
You smile, trying your best not to be shy but he makes it so hard.
His huge body takes up so much space in the garage, thick thighs straddling a Ducati.
“Yeah, hope you don’t get too carried away before actually teaching me, though,” you tease, setting everything down on one of the tables against the wall.
He only chuckles and kicks down the kickstand, then gets off of his bike to grab a beer.
“First I want you to tell me where the throttle is,” he says, popping the cap off with his belt buckle then bringing it to his lips.
You watch, entranced, as his pink lips wrap around the bottle. A drop of liquid trickles from the corner of his mouth down his chin, and you follow it with your eyes as it trails down his neck and then disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.
Bucky watches you as you stare at him, and he can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest when you pull your bottom lip into your mouth.
Slowly, he lowers the bottle and wipes the drop up, then takes a step toward you.
“C’mon, sweetheart. You gonna show me what you know?”
His voice snaps you back to the present and you raise your eyes to his, embarrassment filling you as you realize he caught you staring.
“Uh, the throttle is here,” you whisper, walking over to your bike and touching the right handlebar.
“Perfect. How do you get on a bike? Show me.” He could just ask you to explain it, but he wants to see you straddle the bike.
You walk to the left side then step over the seat, your hands coming to rest on the handlebars instinctively.
“Nice. Now, where is the rear brake?” He asks, stepping closer to the front of the bike to watch as you point just in front of the right footpeg.
“Now, front brake?”
Your fingers lightly graze the lever on the handlebar in front of the throttle.
“Gear shift and clutch?”
You point to the pedal in front of the left footpeg, then the lever behind the left handlebar.
“Look at you go. Where’s the kill switch?”
Your fingers dance over the button beside the right handlebar and he nods proudly.
“Very nice. Okay, I want you to kick the kickstand up and then just stand there, balance the weight of the bike, okay? That’s a big thing is getting used to how it feels to have something so big between your legs.”
Your core dampens at his words and your gaze drops to his crotch for just a moment before you do as instructed.
The bike is heavy between your legs, and you plant your feet to try and maintain control.
“Just like that, good girl.” It slips through his lips before he can stop it and you instantly melt into a puddle of arousal.
The bike wobbles and Bucky steps forward, grabbing the handlebars to stop it from toppling and taking you with it.
“Easy there,” he murmurs, his hands covering yours and squeezing as he steadies the machine.
You regain your strength and nod, holding the bike tighter.
“So now just walk it back and forth, okay? I’m gonna move with you until you get comfortable with the weight.”
You nod then take a deep breath and push the bike forward slowly.
Each step is small and wobbly, but after a few minutes, you start to get the hang of it.
“Okay, honey, I’m gonna step away so you can really feel it. I’ll be right beside you though.”
You nod and watch as he steps aside, slowly pushing forward and back again.
You give him an excited smile and he grins right back.
“Now start her up! You’ll be good in neutral, then I’ll show you how to kick it into gear.”
You start the bike and it rumbles to life beneath you, the vibration shaking you slightly.
“Now, pull in the clutch and kick down on the gearshift into first gear.”
You do exactly that, keeping a firm grip on the clutch.
“Slowly let go of the clutch. Don’t give it any throttle yet,” he instructs, stepping beside you as you follow his directions.
The bike creeps forward and you instinctively squeeze the clutch again, squealing when you teeter away from him.
Bucky lunges forward, one arm coming across your legs to grab the side of the bike while the other grabs you, his hand resting half on your ass, half on your back.
He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, but you can’t breathe.
He’s looking at you through his lashes, lips parted and pupils wide.
“Don’t let it scare you,” he teases softly, slowly rising up to his full height. His hand moves from the bike to your thigh while the other hand stays on your back, and you need to crane your neck to look at him.
He watches you as you lean your head back to look at him and he can’t help but wonder what your pretty face would look like if he were to spit on it right now.
Or cum on it.
God, he knows you’d look so pretty all covered in his cum, mascara running down your cheeks.
He wants to grab your face and shove his cock in your mouth.
Your innocent eyes look up at him, lashes fluttering, and it takes everything in him not to stroke your lips with his thumb.
He looks so intimidating from here. So tall and big and- your eyes drop down to his crotch only to widen comically.
Hard.
He’s hard.
And he’s fucking huge.
Your eyes dart back up to his and he has to hold back a chuckle at the wonder written across your face.
So many nasty thoughts swim through his mind. There are a thousand things he wants to say and none of them are appropriate given the fact that you’re his best friend’s daughter.
Instead, he takes a slow step back, then another, then walks to the table along the wall to grab another beer.
“We’re gonna try something a little bit different now, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you.
He walks back to you and steps over the back of your bike, straddling it and nudging you forward a bit until you’re as far forward as you can comfortably sit.
“Okay, I’m gonna explain everything, and you’re just gonna do what I say.”
A shiver races down your spine and all he wants to do is grab a handful of your hair and fuck you until you’re crying.
You nod, like the obedient little girl he knows you are, and a grin grows on his face.
“Ease up on the clutch again. We’re gonna walk in a little circle. I’ve got you, honey.” He’s one hundred percent doing this on purpose now, but he doesn’t care.
The way you looked at him after seeing his erection is enough for him to know you’re not exactly opposed to whatever’s happening.
You ease up on the clutch and try to focus on the machine beneath you, not the heat radiating off of the man behind you. The man who now has one hand resting on your waist while the other holds his beer.
You pull forward slowly, then push on the right handlebar slightly, a jolt of excitement going through you as you move to the left.
“There you go, baby, just like that,” he whispers, his breath dusting over the back of your neck.
You clench your thighs around the bike, desperate for some friction against your dripping core.
You do another turn slowly but surely, walking your feet alongside the bike, and the hand on your waist gives you a squeeze.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”
You squeeze the clutch and the brake hard, clenching your hands into as tight of fists as you can manage, and you lurch forward, your heart racing as your core throbs.
The sudden stop surprises Bucky, and he bumps into you harder than anticipated, sending his beer spilling across your shirt.
You gasp, arching away from the cold liquid.
“Sorry, kid. Here, put it back in neutral and shut it down. I think we can call it a night. I’ll help you clean up.” Is he hoping he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of you in just your bra? Absolutely. Is he ashamed? Not as much as he should be.
You do as instructed, waiting until after he gets up to move because you’re sure you’ll leave a wet spot on the seat.
You only get up when his back is turned, and then you wipe the seat quickly.
“You coming?”
Your eyes dart to his and, judging based on the knowing grin on his face, you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were.
“Y-yeah.”
You follow him into the house, closing the garage door tightly behind you.
He leads the way to the laundry room and you slowly follow, your heart racing at all the different dirty thoughts swirling through your mind.
He waits in the doorway while you step into the cool room, your back to him as you take a deep breath.
This is it. This is where a line is crossed and your relationship with your dad’s best friend will change.
You pull your wet shirt over your head and toss it into the washing machine, turning to look at the older man.
He stares at you, his dark eyes focused on your chest.
“Looks like I spilled a little on there, too,” he murmurs, his eyes slowly finding yours.
You hold his gaze as you unclasp your bra and let it drop to the floor, your breasts bare and your nipples hard.
Slowly, he steps forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he approaches.
You tilt your head back when he comes to a stop in front of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your quick breaths.
“That’s better. Doesn’t it feel nice to be out of those sticky wet clothes?” He asks softly, his fingers lightly dusting over your sides.
Goosebumps rise on your skin and you nod, unable to form a sentence.
“You’ve got a little bit here, though. Don’t want it to stick.” He drops his head down, warm tongue darting out to lick up a drop of beer that found your skin.
A gasp leaves your mouth and your hands come up instinctively to grab his shoulders.
Taking that as a green light, the big man in front of you grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, dropping his hold to your hips when you wrap your legs around his waist.
His erection presses against your core and you can’t help but moan softly in his ear at the feeling of it.
He sits you on top of the washing machine and forces his way between your legs, holding your chin with one hand and forcing you to look at him.
Your eyes are hooded and you swear if he doesn’t touch you soon you’re going to explode.
“Do you want something, pretty girl?” He asks, pink lips pulled into a smile when you nod.
“Ask for it then, be a big girl.”
You lean your forehead against his chest and whine. You can’t help but feel tiny before him.
“Please, Bucky. I want you to touch me.”
Your words go straight to his cock and he can’t do anything to stop himself from doing exactly what you want.
One of his hands finds your breast, toying with your nipple while the other hand dips into your pants with practiced ease.
“Jesus, you’re soaked, sweetheart. Is this all for me, babygirl?” He already knows the answer, but seeing you all flustered is adorable and makes him want to fuck you even more.
“Yeah,” you whisper, pulling back to look up at him as he slides a finger inside of you.
He doesn’t have much room to work within the confines of your pants, but he makes do with what he has, one finger massaging your g-spot while another rubs your clit.
“O-oh! Like that, fuck… just like that…” your mouth drops open in a silent moan and he grins.
He leans forward and wraps his mouth around your other nipple and you toss your head back, arching your back and further pushing your chest into his mouth.
“Please… I’m gonna cum…”
He continues his assault on your young body, watching through dark eyes as you fall apart because of him, as your tight young cunt clenches around his fingers and fuck, he can’t wait to get his cock in you.
The front door opens and you hear your dad’s voice call out to you, making your eyes widen.
Bucky doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down.
No, he keeps his hand between your legs, determined to make you cum whether your dad finds out or not.
“You’d better answer him, sweetheart,” he whispers around your nipple, his teeth scraping against the bud.
You whimper softly and nod, bucking your hips into his hand as he continues working you closer and closer to that edge.
“I-I’m just grabbing a shirt!” You call, your voice faltering when Bucky bites your nipple roughly.
“Is Bucky still here?”
You bite your lip to try and hold back a moan as the coil in your belly tightens almost to the point of snapping.
“Answer him,” the man whispers from between your legs, scraping his teeth up your neck.
“Uh, yeah… somewhere,” you call, brows drawing together as you feel it coming.
“Okay. I’m gonna get changed, I’ll be back down in a minute.”
“O-Okay.”
Bucky licks your cheek then holds your throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off your air.
Your mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure and he grins, feeling your walls clamp down around his fingers.
“There you go, there’s my good girl. Such a good girl, cumming for me like that,” he whispers against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he can reach as he fucks you through your climax.
Finally, he releases your throat and pulls his fingers from between your legs, and you suck in a huge breath, body like jell-o as he licks his fingers.
“Find a shirt then come on out, I’m sure your old man wants to know how good you were for me,” he whispers, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back.
He plants a sloppy, erotic kiss on your mouth, then steps away from you and leaves the laundry room, fixing his erection on the way.
You stay there, panting on the washing machine for a long while before slowly climbing down on shaky legs.
You find a shirt and yank it over your head, then venture out to find your dad and Bucky.
The two of them are in the living room, sharing the pizza and some beer.
You take a seat next to Bucky, your thighs still shaking a bit, and smile at your dad.
“So how was the lesson?” He asks around a mouthful of food.
“It was good. He’s a good teacher.” You try to keep your voice level, you really do, but it’s hard to act normal while you recover from the most intense orgasm of your life.
“Nah, she’s just a good listener, picks up on things quickly. Real good at doing what she’s told.” Bucky’s hand squeezes your thigh and your dad nods, hardly paying attention.
“How was the game?” With those three words, Bucky has your dad launching into a detailed story of the hockey game. Thoroughly distracted, your dad doesn’t notice when his best friend slips his hand higher on your leg to cup your mound.
You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip, hoping he doesn’t notice anything.
When Bucky gets a little too daring, you stand up.
“I uh, I’m gonna go to bed. Thank you, Bucky, for the lesson.”
He nods, dark eyes on yours and filled with something that looks a little intimidating.
“Of course. If you’re free tomorrow night, maybe we can actually get you on the road, show you how it feels to actually ride.”
You swallow hard and nod, unable to look away.
“Goodnight, kiddo. I’ll see you in the morning.”
You turn without another word and race up the stairs as fast as your shaking legs can manage, your core throbbing with each step.
You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you can’t get the image of him out of your mind. Even when your fingers dip into your panties to try and alleviate the tingling between your thighs, nothing helps.
Now that you’ve had a taste of him, you know nothing will ever feel as good.
“I didn’t tell you to leave,” his voice suddenly whispers from the doorway.
You snap your gaze over to him and yank your hand from between your thighs, your heart racing at the intrusion.
He steps into your room and shuts the door softly behind himself, his eyes dark and his cock straining in his pants.
“M-my dad-”
“Is asleep. Knocked on his ass from all that beer. It’s just you and me, babygirl. And I plan on finishing what we started.”
You swallow hard and scoot back on your bed as he approaches, his eyes focused on your face.
“Now, someone was a bad girl and left before I told her she could. Do you have anything you wanna say for yourself?” His hand comes up to hold your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes wide and focused on his.
He nods, eyeing you closely, and then he pushes your mouth open further and spits in it.
“I don’t think you are, not yet. But you will be. I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t let me have what’s mine.”
Summary: Bucky and Y/N are shopping when you find yourself unable to keep your hands off of Bucky.
Warnings: 18+; smut; public sex;
You and Bucky had been walking up and down rows upon rows of immaculately made beds for what felt like hours. Bucky would never admit it to anyone else, but you knew he was particular about where he laid his head at night, and though you were thankful he wasn’t picking any old mattress, or a frame that wouldn’t match the bedroom you just recently redesigned, you were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to soak in a hot bath and break in the new bed. You let out a third sigh in as many minutes and smirked when you saw the vein in Bucky’s neck appear.
“Doll,” Bucky breathed out sharply, making you stop in your tracks as he lightly stroked the bed nearest him with his finger tips, testing the soft duvet cover.
“You know how I feel about sighing when you want something. Use your words.”
You rolled your eyes at the back of his head, and heard him chuckle lightly.
“I saw that,” He said, a hint of teasing in his voice.
You puffed air out of your mouth, and flopped down on your butt on the mattress next to his hand, crossing your legs at the ankles. Bucky was busy checking out the price of the bed set, clearly ignoring you, because price was never of interest to him before, so you decided to up your game and grabbed harshly at his belt around his waist, earning you the man’s bright blue stare. You were mesmerized by his eyes for a second, so you hadn’t noticed him slowly release your hand from his waist, kissing the tip of your nose quickly in a placating gesture, and turning to walk through the maze of beds again.
Frustrated, you hopped up off the bed, and rushed at Bucky, using one hand to slip up his dark sweater, and raking your nails across his back like his liked, using your other hand to palm him unabashedly through his jeans, pleased to feel he was already hard for you. You heard the deep growl reverberate through Bucky’s body and the sound made heat rush to your core instantly.
Bucky gripped your hand at his crotch, cold metal jolting you for a second, and he spun around, holding you tight by the wrists, meeting your eyes with lust filled ones of his own. His chest was heaving up as he stared you down, and you feared for a second that he was angry with you, when a small smirk spread across his lips.
“Is this what you call ‘using your words,’ baby?” Bucky teased, speaking barely above a whisper.
His voice had you biting back a moan, a cold finger reaching up to thumb your bottom lip lightly out of your mouth, Bucky’s warm lips replacing his finger. You nibbled lightly at his lips, earning a groan of your own out of his mouth, and you smirked, attempting to deepen the kiss when he pulled back abruptly, a whine leaving your mouth.
“You really are enjoying this aren’t you?” Bucky murmured, playing with a strand of your hair that had fallen from your loose bun, fingers grazing your bar shoulders over the straps of your dress. You nodded slowly in response, loving the small smile that rose to Bucky’s lips at your response. Bucky was many things, but “soft” was never a word anyone but you would be able to call him.
Just as quickly as the smile graced his lips, it was gone, and he was leaning forward pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss, pushing you lightly backward onto the bed you had hopped off of moments earlier.
Bucky wasted no time hiking up your dress, and moving your wet panties aside, slipping a finger inside of you.
“Such a naughty girl,” Bucky purred, using his thumb to rub harshly at your clit, your body bucking up into his hand.
He fitted his lips tight to yours, swallowing your moans, and continued to finger you, your walls fluttering as he hit your g-spot effortlessly. You couldn’t help yourself and let out a moan gasping his name, feeling his lips press to the side of your mouth.
“Shhh, baby, you have to be quiet for me. We wouldn’t want to get caught would we?” You nodded, blinded by your own pleasure, but the tone of Bucky’s voice almost made it seem like he wanted to get caught, as he continued to stroke you expertly from the inside. You could feel your orgasm building when he abruptly removed his fingers, earning a moan that turned quickly into a whine, and Bucky chuckled at your response.
“Patience is a virtue, любовь моя (my love).” You were about to lift yourself onto your elbows and give Bucky a piece of your mind, when you heard the clink of his belt buckle, and felt the head of his cock teasing your entrance.
You gasped loudly as he pressed into you slowly, dragging you by the hips down the bed, and seating himself all the way into you, letting out a long, loud, groan of his own, your head fall back and exposing your neck to him. He placed a hand around your neck, his thumb grazing back and forth across your chin lovingly. Before you could react further, Bucky set a vicious pace, snapping his hips as he lost himself in you. He was no longer worried about the sounds leaving your mouth, as he grunted loudly, chasing his own pleasure. You could feel he was close as his rhythm began to falter, when an exasperated voice rang out behind you.
“What are you doing? Are you insan—”
The voice cut off instantly with recognition, as Bucky let out a frustrated growl at being interrupted, his eyes narrowing.
“Mr. Barnes. I deeply apologize,” the voice continued, clearly the manager of whatever furniture store we were in. It was impossible to go anywhere without Bucky being recognized.
You slumped back against the black duvet cover in frustration, and Bucky gave you a small kiss on the lips, grimacing as an apology, before pulling out gently with a hiss, and slipping your dress back down your legs.
He pulled up his boxer briefs that were pooled at his ankles, and slipped his legs into his jeans, not bothering to button them or clasp his belt, pocketing your discarded panties, and turning toward the manager, as if no wrong-doing had occurred.
You sat up slowly and smoothed down your hair, watching as Bucky sauntered over to the manager, taking out his wallet as he walked.
“Jones,” He said with a nod in the man’s direction, “We’ll take that one.” Bucky shuffled out a wad of bills and shoved them into the man’s outstretched hand, reaching behind him to take your hand.
“Have it delivered in an hour, okay?” Bucky fired over his shoulder as we walked out of the maze of beds and out into the parking lot toward the black BMW near the door, Bucky pulling you along behind him.
“I have a feeling we’ll want to finish what we started back home.” He stated, almost to himself, as he ushered you quickly into the car, a smirk growing on his face.
WARNINGS:friends to lovers, minor angst, brief discussion of therapy, mention of divorce, flirting, smut
NOTE: This fic takes place between Avengers: Endgame and the events of Falcon & the Winter Soldier. The reader has a nickname - “Tricks.” I haven’t posted a fic in several months, so please rb and comment on this one to boost it a little!
I do not consent to minors (17-) reading my work. This story is 18+ only. Do not save, download, or repost my work on any other sites.
It’s late when your phone dings. It’s been a few days since you got any messages, and the high-pitched beeping startles you from your resting place on your couch. It’s Bucky, funnily enough. The man hasn’t texted you for weeks, probably because the government’s watching him close and nobody in their right mind likes that level of privacy invasion.
The text is simple, short and to the point. No hello’sorhow are you’s.
> Are you busy?
You text back quickly, watching the DELIVERED notification almost instantly turn to READ.
< no. why?
> Want to come over? Got pizza.
You chew on your lower lip, contemplating whether or not to say yes. You were looking forward to a quiet night in, avoiding people that only want you around if you can save the day or if you can tell some basement-dwelling conspiracy theorist about what really happened at the Avengers compound.
The number of times you used rutting is the number of times I painted my pants, feel me?
Not to get too distracted from the DEED
I’ll truly never get over how natural all your interactions with Bucky feel. It’s just… I mean, I can’t think of better ones. Little pockets of time that feel so real and so raw. They’re nerve wracking. Some people write and you can see where a conversation is going from a mile away. Not you. Never you. I’m nervously reading every word, living the conversation right along with them. Your characters are so full of life and truly could go any direction at any time. I love it. They’re my friends, no one can tell me otherwise.
Tbh. Your shit just hits different. I feel in my heart.
And my pants
(Insert Ciara gif Bc her tunes and your smuts make me feel the same. I dedicate “Ride” to Bucky. May we break in your bed -in the words of Ludacris- “Let the 808 thump and the beat go bump ‘cause she ride it like a thoroughbred”)
BUCKY FOUND A REASON FOR A BED. PASS IT ON.
Thank youuuuu
The lack of notes on this fic is actually criminal.
Warning(s);smut! (piv sex),oral (M receiving), age gap (reader is in her early 20’s),Mafia Bucky vibes <3,orgasm control,PDA,hand kink,voice kink,size kink.dumbifaction kink,oral fixation kink + more.
Pairing(s);Sugar Daddy! Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader.
Summary;You forget your manners around your daddy and his friends.
A/n;sooo….imma just say now. Do we need a part 2?? This was so fun to write. For this story Bucky doesn’t have a metal arm :)
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You brushed through the tangles in your hair before tying it back in a half up and down ponytail, tying a soft pink ribbon around the hair-bow you smiled content.
“Princess?” The sound of bucky’s voice pulled you from the vanity, you turned around just as he came into the room a few bags in hand. “Yes?” You asked smiling at the man.
“We have dinner with some friends, I need you to look good” he explained sitting the bags down on the bench of at the end of the bed you both shared. “Okay!” You always got excited to see his friends, they were always so nice.
“Don’t you look pretty” he said finally making his way over to you sat on the little stool in front of the vanity. “You were gone when I woke up, I got bored” you pouted a bit and Bucky let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah? I’m sorry l left you princess” you crossed your arms pushing you bottom lip out.
“No, no pouting daddy just brought you gifts. You know the rules” you looked up at him not budging and he crouched down soft cracking noises sounding as he crouched down. His hand gripped your chin pulling your head closer to his “don’t be a brat. I’ll leave you here tied up if you wanna be, I’m sure you don’t want that.” He dropped his voice a octave and you stopped pouting your thighs pressing together.
“That’s my good girl, now get dressed and meet me downstairs” he stood back up walking from your bedroom. You walked over to the bags pulling out a new dress and shoes.
This whole thing started close to 2 years ago you were trying to start college but had no money and so your friend mentioned a app, sort of like tinder where you can find sugar daddies, and that’s how you found Bucky.
You did your research of course. Bucky wasn’t exactly hard to find things out about, he’s practically been in the spotlight his whole life because of his parents. He graduated from Yale and from there it’s just information about his multi million dollar companies.
You strapped the heels around your ankle and sighed running your hands through your hair. You slipped on the usual diamonds you wear around your wrist and neck.
“Daddy?” You called as you walked down the stairs and into his at home office. He looked up at you his eyes raking over the white sundress he had bought, his eyes fell to your exposed thighs and then down to the matching white heels. You looked like a dream and the way Bucky felt his cock jump was another plus.
“What is it?” He asked and you smiled waving your hands. “Do I look okay?” You asked and he smiled standing up from his chair and walking around the desk to you. “You look beautiful” he said staring down at you. “I think I deserve a thank you hmm?” You nod.
Bucky’s hands cup your cheeks fingertips tracing your jaw “yeah, on your knees good girl” you slowly sank down to your knees his hands never leaving your face.
It wasn’t long until you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock. You wrapped your lips around his head and sucked against it electing a groan from the man above you. You quickly hallowed out your cheeks and pressed him down your throat eyes watering as you gagged around him. You glanced up seeing his eyes locked on you hands leaving your cheeks to hold the top of your head.
“Pour thing, your make-ups running, mmmm no point in saving it now” that’s all he said before his hands slipped down to the back of your head shoving himself down your throat. You choked your hands digging into his still clothed thighs as he fucked your mouth like a fleshlight.
“So good- fuck- so good for me, you’re such a good girl. My best girl, your pretty throat and pussy were made for daddy huh? Always grip me like a fucking vice, no matter how long I abuse them. Pretty tears, pretty lips look so good around my cock doll.” His words had you clenching around air.
His words, just his words could send you into the orgasm of your life. His voice raspy and deep filled with nothing but utter demand and sex. He sounded so good he looked even better above you. Hooded eyes, lips parted as his glassy eyes stared down at you working his cock like the good girl you are. Bucky truly could be Adonis himself, he looked like a fucking god for sure.
“Gonna fill your tight lil’ throat up doll,want that? Want daddy’s cum filling up your pretty throat and falling down into your belly baby?” He groaned as you answered him by deepthroating him completely. “Fuck, princess” he tightened his grip on your head pressing against him as he kept his promise spurt after spurt filling up your throat.
Bucky pulled from your mouth and looked at you “Go ahead baby, you can swallow” you gulped it down savoring the sweet taste of him. Sweetest thing about him really. “Let’s get your face cleaned up, poor thing” you smiled up at him “it’s okay, I made daddy feel good” Bucky could already feel his cock hardening as he tucked it back into his slacks.
Bucky and you have a agreement, it wasn’t always sexual. Bucky really just wanted someone he could talk to, hang out with, cuddle on cold nights besides his friends. His friends don’t understand, not like you do you sit and listen to every word he says and actually listen. Sure, steve or nat will too but they…they just aren’t like you.
He was paying for your schooling while you would come over if he texted you or called. Whenever regardless of the time. He’d always send a car for you, then on the weekends he’d take you shopping let you pick out whatever you wanted.
It wasn’t like you had very expensive taste, you grew up on ramen and cans of fruit it’s not like you grew up to have expensive taste. So, you awkwardly looked around and when you couldn’t find anything it finally clicked in Sebastian that you didn’t know how to shop designer names because you’d look at the price tags.
It took a long time for you to stop saying ‘that’s too expensive’ ‘Buck you can’t spend that kinda money on me’ eventually though like with everything you learned how to listen to daddy.
The sexual aspect didn’t start until a few months ago, after you’d gone on spring break you agreed to stay at his house that week, what Bucky didn’t expect was to walk into you touching yourself on his bed. He didn’t even say anything for a while just watched you push yourself up on your edge, only then did he clear his throat. To bucky’s surprise though you didn’t stop,even though you saw him you made direct eye contact with him. You kept going until you came.
Bucky had never gotten so hard so quickly since he was a fucking teenager. That’s when it started though, when you’d start hiding under his desk in his at home office giving him blowjobs while he worked. When you started to intentionally plan when to touch yourself knowing he’d find you out, it took 2 months of that before he ever fucked you,but when he did, fuck it was the best sex you’d ever have.
So now, Bucky convinced you to not go to college and to stay with him full time, you didn’t wanna go to college in the first place you just did it to make your parents happy.
Bucky made you feel pretty,he treated you like the perfect princess you are.
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“Wow, crazy” Bucky replied to Steve as he was talking about a date he had 2 nights ago. You were mainly talking with pepper and nat,paying no attention to your daddy or the gaze of his male friends.
Bucky glanced over at you deciding you were too far away “Princess, come closer” you looked over at him “but I’m comfy” you said and bucky raised his brow “Excuse me?” You shrugged “I’m comfortable, no” you said it more clearly. “Princess.” He warned and you shifted farther away from him and closer to nat.
Bucky’s eyes grew darker and he narrowed them at you warning you to not push,but the wine you had drank had you feeling more confident. “Deal with it, Mkay?” You said turning back to nat and pepper to finish your conversation.
Half an hour later you still hadn’t move and Bucky had more then enough of your bratty behavior. “Okay, well we had fun but I need to get home, I’ve got a early meeting tomorrow” he said downing the last bit of whiskey in his glass. You didn’t say anything just followed him out bidding farewell to his friends.
It was deathly quiet on your way home, the only thing cutting the silence was the soft sound of the radio. Your eyes trained on his hands and the rings that rested on them as he drove, normally his hand would rest on your leg but not tonight,both were tightly holding the wheel as he drove. Watching his hands made more then enough arousal soak your thighs.
You walked inside following behind Bucky as you both walked in silence upstairs. The door to the bedroom clicked as he shut and only then did his hand come in contact with your burning skin. You felt hot and he hadn’t even touched you. You stood still allowing his hands to roam from your left shoulder down your arm. “You’re in so much trouble butterfly.”
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Your eyes grew blurry with tears as he halted his movements for the 9th time that night leaving you to do nothing but fall from your edge. “I already told you, you fucking ask before you can cum. How fucking dumb are you? Is it me? Does daddy make you dumb baby? Thrusting his big ole’ cock inside you just knocks you fucking dumb,huh?” You nodded desperate. You’d say,do,be anything if he’d just let you cum. Even if you did ask he’d tell you no.
Once he was sure you’d fizzled out enough he started his thrusts back fast and deep, hitting your sweet point with everyone push and pull of him. You moaned out nails digging into the leather around your wrists, not only did he refuse to let you cum, he refused to let you touch. ‘Since you didn’t wanna touch me earlier’ he said and you hated yourself for misbehaving.
“Daddy, please. Please- oh god, please can I cum? Promise to be a good girl for you” Bucky chuckled and thought for a moment “Have you learned your lesson? And don’t you lie to be my little slut, I’ll know if you do. I can see it in your eyes, I’ll hear it in the way your heart beat stutters pretty girl. Have you?” You nodded “yes daddy! I have! I won’t be bratty no more, wanna be good for you daddy. Show me how” Bucky all but lost his mind.
“Show you how? Show you fucking how baby? I felt like the way I spoil you would teach you to be a good fucking girl. Does it not? Do I need to take it all alway baby?” He asked and you stared into his eyes. You nodded “don’t need that, just need daddy” that’s exactly what he wanted to hear and you knew that. “Cum,go ahead. Cum on daddy’s cock and go Fucking dumb.”
His command had you releasing around him immediately your body arching against him as euphoric bliss tore through your body. His thrusts didn’t stop or slow even when you got pushed into the overstimulation. “You still with me butterfly, hmm?” All you could do was hum in response and Bucky chuckled. “Tell daddy how good it feels baby, cmon use your words” he said reaching up pressing his middle and index finger into your mouth.
You automatically sucked against his fingers as his thrusts become sloppier “tell daddy,cmon baby. You wanted to talk so badly earlier let me hear it you Fucking whore, talk to me” you whined trying to convince your brain to form words but you just couldn’t, it wouldn’t process it was done.
“Such a dumb little cumslut, don’t worry daddy’ll fill you nice and full baby don’t need to worry about anything else”
There was a fic I lost a while back where Bucky and the reader are in a relationship and some of the female agents or trainees were talking about how the reader is really loud in bed and how Bucky is probably annoyed by her. But instead of being sad about it, the reader tells them he actually loves when she’s loud. Then later on Bucky makes her scream while he’s fucking her cuz he wants them all to hear. I could have sworn it was called Scream For Me but I can’t find it anywhere
It’s@buckmepapi’swork! Only I think what you described was the request? Hope it helps!
There was a fic I lost a while back where Bucky and the reader are in a relationship and some of the female agents or trainees were talking about how the reader is really loud in bed and how Bucky is probably annoyed by her. But instead of being sad about it, the reader tells them he actually loves when she’s loud. Then later on Bucky makes her scream while he’s fucking her cuz he wants them all to hear. I could have sworn it was called Scream For Me but I can’t find it anywhere
Bucky’s hands roamed the sides of your body as he kissed you deeply. You began undoing your robe before he stopped the kiss, pulling back from you.
“Y/n wait, I spoke to Darcy.” He began.
“I really don’t wanna hear that right now.” You stressed, lifting his top up before he lifted his arms, helping you with the action. Once he was topless, you began peppering kisses over his chest. He wanted to stop you, he needed to speak to you but in that moment he couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of your lips against his skin. Feeling your lips trailing lower, he stepped backwards.
“Y/n stop.”
“You don’t want me?” You spoke sadly, looking away from him mostly out of embarrassment. Bucky instantly regretted pausing your moments, in reality there was nothing he wanted more but his earlier conversation with Darcy was keeping him from claiming you. The sound of you sniffling shook him from his trance. What the hell he thought, pulling you towards him by the cord that kept your robe tied before pressing his lips to yours again. As your robe slowly unravelled, you felt Bucky’s skin against yours. You melted in his embrace, gasping into the kiss when you felt him pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss as he walked you backwards towards the bed. He practically threw you onto it before positioning himself above you. His lips travelled over your neck before he moved lower, placing soft kisses along your sternum as you closed your eyes. He cupped one of your breasts before flicking his tongue over your nipple causing you to open your eyes as you looked down, watching his actions. His other hand massaged the other one as he wrapped his lips around it, taking the erect bud into his mouth.
“Bucky.” You called out in ecstasy, hips beginning to slightly raise off of the bed.
“So pretty baby.” grinned, voice low as he looked up at you before releasing your breasts and once again travelling lower leaving open mouthed kisses down your abdomen. You didn’t even realise now naked you were until you felt Bucky opening your legs wider, exposing you to him. You felt the cold air against your core as Bucky kissed your inner thighs. There was no time to feel self conscious, Bucky’s mouth was already so close.
“Fuckk.” You moaned as he leisurely licked a stripe from your entrance before sucking on your clit. You began rocking your hips against his face as he circled your clit, eliciting small moans from you. Your hands lightly pulled at his hair causing him to groan against you sending vibrations straight to your core. Bucky wrapped his lips around your clit, continuing to suck on it as one of his fingers found your entrance. You praised him further feeling his finger entering you, curling inside as he continued to lap at your clit. You felt him humming against you in content as if he was feeling just as good as you were. “I’m soo closee, don’t stopp.” You begged, feeling yourself so close to the edge. Bucky’s tongue moved faster as his finger pumped in and out of you quicker, wanting to make you climax. Eyes tightly shut, your mind drifted to a memory you often thought back to every time you came.
“I’m so close sooo closee.” You moaned, desperately trying to buck your hips as Loki held you down, refusing to allow you to move as he ravaged you, his tongue nudging your clit as he used two fingers to enter you.
“Cum for me.” He commanded, lifting his head slightly as he continued moving his fingers in and out of you. Following his command, you let go, swimming in euphoria before Loki lowered his head again, drinking you in. He left you so pleasured, so sated. You were near unconscious from the blissful overstimulation.
Feeling the band snap, you gripped Bucky’s hair as you came, hips thrusting upwards as he continued to toy with your clit.
“Yesss Lokiii.” You moaned until you realised what you had said.
Bucky stopped his movements, eyes widening as he heard you.
“Ohmygosh.” You gasped as he sat up.
“Never gotten that one before.” He said awkwardly, running a hand through his hair.
“Ohmygosh Ohmygosh.” You continued, putting a hand over your mouth as you closed your legs, sitting up too.
“It’s fine. I know you’re not in love with me.” He chuckled.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, honestly.” He lied, standing up and retrieving his top before using it to wipe his face.
You quickly picked up one of the sheets on the bed, wrapping it around yourself as you stood up in front of Bucky who was avoiding your gaze.
“Bucky you are amazing and boy do you know how to use your tongue but—” you began.
“But I’m not him.” He sighed. Instead of answering, it was your turn to look down. “Thought so.” He mumbled, turning around.
“Wait!” You called after him “I’d be happy to return the favour I mean—you’re really hard.” You said, glancing down at his erection through his jeans.
Bucky cleared his throat, picking up a pillow from the bed and using it to cover his boner before he spoke.
“No, no it’s fine.” He assured, making his way to the door. “But you should hear Darcy out if you still have feelings for Loki.” He said before leaving. Hearing the door close, you let out an embarrassed shriek before collapsing into the bed. Fucking great!
