Summary:It’s your dad’s summer barbecue and all his friends are there. Including the man who’s spent every moment he can with his head between your thighs. The only problem? He’s brought another woman.
Warnings:Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f receiving), pussy slapping, choking, degradation, kinda rough, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling), Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count:3.4K
A/n:here’s part two for you guys! I’m shocked at the response to part one, so thank you guys so much!! I love you all and I hope you enjoy this!
“C’mon down, Kiddo! Everyone’s here! You gotta make an appearance!” Your dad shouts from the bottom of the stairs, waiting until you finally emerge to head back to the kitchen.
He’s been planning this summer barbecue for weeks, and now the backyard is packed full of people who are all his age, drinking and laughing and having a good time.
And then there’s you.
You’ve been cooped up in your room since the first guest arrived, but it wasn’t his presence that made you hideaway. No, it’s the plus one on his arm.
Bucky showed up an hour early with a blonde woman clinging to his arm and kissing his cheek.
The smirk on his face when his eyes met yours was enough to hurt your heart and bruise your ego, so you took your leave.
Since that first riding lesson, he’s been around far more often, and each time he takes any opportunity to get you alone. Whether that’s to bury his face between your legs or push you to your knees in front of him.
But he hasn’t fucked you since that first night. The night when he ruined all other men for you.
And now he’s showing up with a broad on his arm as if he’s not your property.
As you walk down the stairs you realize that maybe he’s not your property, and if that’s the case then you sure as Hell aren’t his.
“There you are! Everyone’s been asking where you are,” your dad says when you step into the kitchen.
Your eyes dart around the room and relief and disappointment play tug-of-war with your heart when you don’t see Bucky.
Instead, Steve and Sam are there, each of them smiling at you.
“Your dad says you learned how to ride a motorcycle, huh?” Steve asks, stepping forward and offering you a drink.
You take the cool can from him and pop it open, nodding your confirmation.
“Yup! I went on the highway for the first time the other day. I understand why you guys like it so much.”
He chuckles and nods, “we’ll have to take you with us one day. Go for a long ride on a nice day. Nothing beats that.”
You nod again, your smile fading slightly when Bucky walks into the kitchen.
“This is where you guys are? I thought the party was outside?” He jokes, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer.
“Just getting a couple things ready. Sam, you wanna bring the steaks out to the barbecue, and Steve could you grab those two bags of ice for the cooler?”
The two men are quick to help your dad, and you feel your heart drop as you realize that you might be left alone with the man you’re avoiding.
Within seconds, it’s just you and him, and his eyes are burning holes into your forehead.
“If I didn’t know any better, baby girl, I’d think you were avoiding me.”
You purse your lips and shrug, stepping toward the back door only for him to step directly in your path.
You sidestep him and crane your neck back to look up at him, “I don’t see how it concerns you. You brought your own arm candy.”
His eyebrows raise to his hairline as you step outside.
“You jealous, sweetheart?”
You don’t answer, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he has on you, though you’re sure he already knows.
Instead, you head outside and look for anyone you know that would make good conversation.
Settling on Steve and Sam again, you walk in their direction, only for a firm hand to come around your wrist and tug you backwards.
You inhale sharply, looking up at Bucky as he pulls you back into the kitchen and closes the door to the backyard.
“I asked you a question, Princess. You know I don’t like to repeat myself. Or do you not remember?”
You remember.
By God, do you remember.
He’d fucked your throat so hard that you couldn’t speak for two days, and you loved every minute of it.
“Let me go, James. You came here with someone, and I doubt she wants to see your hands on someone else.”
Shock colours his features and he stares at you for a long moment before grabbing you by the waist and shoving you over the counter.
He flips your skirt up and smacks your ass hard, once, twice, three times, until you’re biting your lip to hold back your yelps and whines.
“I don’t like this attitude from you. What happened to my good girl? Huh? Where did she go? Do I need to fuck this attitude out of you? Is that what it is?” His words are whispered harshly and you whimper, your eyes locked on the party outside.
“Y-you brought a girl… it’s not fair…” You’re not sure if it’s not fair for you or for her, but you know that this isn’t right.
Nothing about this is right, but that’s never stopped you before.
“Yeah, and she knows that she’s just arm candy, ‘cause a certain bratty twenty-one-year-old has the best pussy I’ve ever had, and that bratty little bitch has me addicted.”
Your cunt clenches at his words and you hide your face in your hands, hating the fact that everything this man does turns you on.
He slides his fingers over your centre and groans at the feeling of your wet core dripping through your panties.
“These are coming off. They’re mine now.” He yanks them down your legs then brings them up to his face, taking a deep breath through his nose and groaning lowly.
“God, I need to have this pussy in my mouth. Never tasted anything better, honey, I swear.” He drops to his knees behind you and pushes your legs apart slightly, then traces your slit with his tongue.
You pull in a shaky breath and push onto your elbows, dropping your head as his tongue finds your clit.
“Bucky,” you whisper, arching your back slightly to give him better access to your dripping heat.
He devours you like you’re the first meal he’s had in days, drinking up everything you have to offer and paying special attention to your clit.
“Cum on my tongue, pretty girl, c’mon. I wanna feel you cream on my face.”
You let out a choked moan, your eyes snapping open when you hear a voice approaching the kitchen door.
You push up until you’re almost standing straight, but Bucky smacks your ass once harshly in warning.
“Don’t even try to move, sweetheart. I’m not finished with you. Stay quiet, like the good girl I know you can be.”
You nod, reaching across the counter for a phone to make it seem like you’re busy doing something other than getting eaten out by your dad’s best friend.
“You found your way back inside, huh?” Steve asks after sliding the door open, an easy grin on his face.
“Yeah, it’s, uh, it’s really hot outside,” you whisper, terrified of bringing your voice any higher because you know you’ll moan.
Bucky’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly, and you bite your bottom lip so hard you taste blood.
“Yeah, it’s summer. It’s usually pretty hot,” Steve says with a chuckle, reaching into the fridge to grab a bowl of potato salad.
“C’mon, food’s almost ready.”
You nod, squeezing the phone tighter in your hands when Bucky slides two thick fingers inside you.
“I-I’ll be out in a minute. I just gotta… sen a text…” It’s taking all your self-control not to reach behind you and thread your fingers through Bucky’s hair.
You’re so fucking close.
You can feel your legs trembling and your walls fluttering, but Steve is still in the fucking kitchen.
“You kids and your phones.” He shakes his head and leaves the kitchen, and you groan immediately after, pressing your forehead to the counter and leaning your hips back into Bucky’s face more.
He fucks his fingers into you faster, massaging your g-spot every time his fingers slide into your heat, and his mouth works your clot in time with his fingers.
“Bucky… Bucky I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, please, please let me cum.”
He groans against your heat and sucks your clit harder, his tongue working over the bud while his fingers assault your walls.
A choppy moan leaves your lips and you bite your forearm to try and suppress the noise as you cream on his face.
Your legs tremble and your cunt flutters around his fingers, and he slurps up every drop of your essence that he can reach with his talented tongue.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your throbbing clit then pulling his fingers from your core. You can hear the filthy sound of him sucking them clean, and then he’s rubbing the backs of your thighs gently in comfort.
“You okay, honey?”
With a soft whimper, you nod, allowing him to pull you into his arms and hug you softly.
“Good. Now, go on and eat.”
You nod again and he smiles before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Good girl.”
~*~
You nibble on a piece of watermelon, eyes focused on Bucky as he talks and laughs with your dad as if he didn’t just have his face buried between your thighs.
“You okay, kid? You seem kinda distracted today,” Steve says gently, nudging your knee with his.
You snap your gaze to his and nod, taking a deep breath then smiling.
“Yeah, I just… I didn’t get a good sleep last night. I’m kinda tired.”
He nods sympathetically and pats your shoulder, ”do you want me to go grab you a red bull or something? Make you some coffee?”
You smile warmly at him and shake your head, “I’m okay, thank you though. I think I just need some water.” You rise to your feet and make your way inside, trying your best to walk normally even though you can feel eyes boring into your back.
When you get inside you go straight to the bathroom to splash cool water on your face.
You can’t keep doing this.
Keep letting him have his way with you and pretend nothing happened. You’re gonna slip up one day and then it’s gonna be game over.
As your mind starts to race to all the worst-case scenarios, the doorknob turns.
“Uh, occupied!” You call.
The doorknob continues turning and then the door is pushed open, and the man who plagued your every thought is standing there.
“Running away again?” He asks, a cocky grin on his face.
Your eyes go wide and you look over his shoulder to make sure no one’s coming.
“You’re gonna get us caught!” You hiss, yanking him into the bathroom and shutting the door.
He only laughs, “yeah, but that’s why you like it so much. Every time we almost get caught, you cum harder,” he says matter-of-factly
“Okay, what if I was peeing? And you just walked in?”
He shrugs, “then I guess I’d just wait till you’re finished to do this.” He spins you around and pushes you toward the bathroom counter, hoisting one of your legs up to rest your knee on the granite.
Your eyes meet his in the mirror as his fingers find your sore centre, rubbing gently.
“B-Bucky we can’t…”
He raises a single brow at your half-hearted protests and slides a finger into your abused heat, chuckling softly when you clamp down on it.
“Yeah, nice try, Princess. This,” he pulls his finger out to slap your pussy, making a startled gasp fall from your lips, “belongs to me. It’s mine. And I’ll use it whenever and however I want, got it?”
You nod your understanding, watching in the mirror as he slowly unbuckles his pants and shoved them down his legs.
His boxers come next, the material stretching over his thick, tanned thighs, and then his cock springs free.
All nine and a half inches -“that half is important, sweetheart, trust me”- of thick, cut, sinful glory, and he’s been saving it for you.
He shoves your dress up until you’re holding it at your chest with one hand, the other braced on the mirror.
You can see his cock sliding through your folds, the weeping tip rubbing against your clit with each pass, and the sight alone is enough to have your mouth watering.
“Yeah, you like that? Hmm?” He asks, his voice low and teasing as he watches your face in the mirror.
Your mouth is slightly open, heavy breaths falling from those fuckable lips, and your eyes are half-closed, focused on where his cock is rubbing against you.
“Gonna let me fuck a baby into you, pretty girl? You gonna be a good girl for me? Let me make you a mommy?”
He feels your cunt flutter and watches the way your brows draw together, a grin on his face.
Bracing himself with one hand on your hip and the other in your hair, he pulls his hips back entirely only to push them forward, spearing into you in one quick thrust.
The breath is knocked from your lungs at the stretch of his fat cock in your heat, and a long moan falls from your mouth.
He slaps his hand across your lips, silencing you as much as he can, and you huff a breath through your nose at the force behind it.
“Sorry, babygirl, but you know you can’t be that loud with so many people around. It’s like you wanna get caught. Like you want someone to walk in while I’m balls deep in your tight snatch. Is that what you want, you filthy slut?”
You shake your head but tears spring to your eyes as he starts moving his hips, each pull and push dragging against your g-spot and making your nerves burst.
“Fuck, you feel so good, babygirl. Like your pussy was made for me. Fuck… tightest little cunt I’ve ever fucked.” His words are whispered in your ear as he pulls your head back to be closer to his, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror.
“Yeah, that’s right. You watch as I fuck your tight little hole. Look at how well you’re taking me, honey. Like a champ.”
You nod desperately, tears falling down your cheeks and dripping into his hand.
A light sheen of sweat covers your body as you meet his thrusts, and the contrast of the cool tile against your knee and the mirror on your hand only add to the sensations running laps through your body.
“Tears again? C’mon, crybaby, I thought you were a big girl.”
Your pussy flutters and you whine into his palm, eyes stuck on where he’s fucking you.
There’s a sudden, sharp knock on the door that has your heart in your throat and your cunt squeezing the life out of Bucky’s cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his thrusts not slowing.
“Occupied!” He shouts, his voice masking a vicious smack to your ass that has pain prickling. He soothes the sting, rubs the area, and presses a kiss to the back of your head.
“Hurry up, Buck, you’ve been in there for so long,” Steve’s voice rumbles from behind the door.
Bucky drops his head back and holds back a curse when you clench around him again at the sound of Steve’s voice.
“Yeah, I’m almost done. Can’t finish with you standing there.”
Steve grumbles something under his breath, and then his footsteps trail away from the door.
“You want him to catch you? You want him to know what a desperate cumslut I make you? How you turn into a stupid drool baby the moment you see cock? Is that what you want, crybaby?”
You nod desperately, more tears flowing as the coil in your belly tightens.
“Yeah, I bet you want him to fuck you too, huh? You want his cock in your tight little ass while I fuck this pussy? Or maybe, you want him to fuck that cute face so he can see how pretty you look when you cry.”
Your eyes roll back in your head as your release slams into you like a freight train, sending you spiralling through a tunnel of bliss that has you seeing stars.
Your body goes slack against the counter, chest falling forward only to be caught by Bucky’s strong arms.
“I’m not finished with you yet, crybaby.” The nickname shouldn’t make you gush around him, but it does.
He fucks you through your orgasm, not giving you even a moment to rest as his hips slam into your ass, surely leaving bruises.
You groan softly, rivers rushing down your cheeks and finding a new home in the neckline of your sundress.
He smacks your ass then wraps his hand around your throat, cutting off your air and watching your face in the mirror.
Your mouth opens as you struggle to breathe, the tears never ceasing, and Bucky can’t stop himself from cumming.
His hips stutter to a stop as he paints your walls white, his potent cum coating your cervix and warming you from the inside.
His hand drops away from your throat and you suck in a heavy breath, hiccuping a sob as you lean against him.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers, his eyes closed as he holds you tightly against his body.
As he comes down from his high, his eyes find yours in the mirror.
All pretty and puffy and bloodshot, watching him intently.
“You okay, pretty baby? I wasn’t too rough?” He asks softly, his hands moving to cradle you against his body.
You sniffle and nudge him back with your elbow, giving you enough room to scoot off the counter and turn around in his arms.
You nuzzle your nose against his chest and settle in his arms, your tears slowly ceasing.
“You okay, honey?” He asks again, nervous he was too rough with you.
You sniffle and nod, looking up at him when he tilts your chin up.
“Words, Angel. I need words.”
You sniffle and swallow hard, “I’m okay.”
He raises his eyebrows and you nod.
“I’m okay, I promise.”
He watches you for a moment longer before nodding and kissing your lips gently.
“I’m gonna go get you a glass of water, sweet girl. You stay here. I’ll clean you up in a minute.”
You nod and lean against the counter as he fixes his clothes and leaves, still trying to catch your breath and calm your heart down.
A few moments later, the door opens again.
“That was quick,” you whisper, your voice scratchy and hoarse.
“Try again, crybaby.”
Your eyes snap up as Steve steps into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.
Dread swells in your stomach and you shake your head as his eyes roam your figure.
“I-I…”
He brings his eyes back to yours and cocks his head to the side, giving you a grin.
“C’mon now, you guys weren’t exactly quiet. S’like you were begging me to hear you.”
New tears well up and rain down your face and you shake your head desperately.
“Please don’t tell anyone. Please.”
He shushes you softly and steps closer, one hand cupping your face.
“I won’t, honey. I swear. I just… wanna get in on the action.”
Your brows draw together, and then the door opens again.
Bucky pushes inside, freezing for a moment while taking in the scene before himself.
“Outta the way, punk,” he says easily, coming up beside you and lifting you to sit on the counter.
He brings the glass of water up to your mouth and you drink eagerly, your eyes flickering nervously between the two huge men in the bathroom.
“Was wondering when you’d finally get your head out of your ass,” Bucky says nonchalantly, his gaze never leaving your face.
You choke on the water, coughing and sputtering, and Bucky sets the glass down while Steve pats your back gently, wiping a few drops from your chin then popping his finger into his mouth.
“Didn’t wanna interrupt. You guys sounded pretty busy.”
The brunet smiles, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks again.
“You okay?”
You nod slowly, a million questions in your eyes.
“Steve’s not gonna do anything you don’t want him to, okay? You say stop and he stops. And he won’t breathe a word of this to dear old dad. Scout’s honour.”
You nibble on your bottom lip for a moment then look over at Steve.
“What… what exactly do you want to do?”
He smiles and steps closer to you, pulling you to the edge of the counter then dropping to his knees in front of you.
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!
~*~
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.”
A/N:I’m thinking about making this into a series, tell me what you think, feedback is always appreciated, if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
Wordcount: 829
Warnings:Smut almost the whole thing, and them (Y/n and Bucky) Getting high (18+) , and Fuff
You’d just gotten home from filming your most recent movie, your little girl ran up to you. “Mama!” She cheered.
“Hello.” You smiled, picking her up and placing her on your hip, kissing her on the forehead. Then you hear the heavy steps of the combat boots, you smirked knowing exactly who those footsteps belonged to, you frowned slightly. “Daddy’s wearing his boots inside the house again?” Your little girl nodded and a shy smile crossed her lips, then she hid her face in your shoulder, and she nodded. Your husband came into the foyer where you stood with the little girl in your arms. “So we’re wearing boots in the house now.”
He wore a knowing smirk. “Well if you get to wear those.” He pointed at the heels you wore. “I can wear these.”
You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” you and he met in a kiss. “So how’s the week been, was she good for you?” You looked down at the little girl with blue eyes like her fathers and long y/h/c colored curls.
He nodded. “Hm-hu, no problems at all, but she is sad that i’m gonna leave soon.” Bucky frowned at his young daughter.
“C-can we go with you.” The young girl suggested.
Bucky and your child looked at you, their eyes lightened with excitement. “On tour with you guys, Bucky you know that I can get a call at any point.”
“Take a break, you’ve been working so hard, come on.” Bucky was convincing.
You gave your husband a pointed look. “We’ll talk about this later.” You pointed at him.
Later you moved up and down riding up and down on your husband, your hands on his chest every so often combing your fingers through his dyed black hair, his soft skin covered by tattoos, you bit his bottom lip after kissing him a loud moan escaped your lips. “Shh, Brooklyns in her room.” Your husband shushed.
You threw your head back. “She doesn’t need to worry, for all we know she could have a sibly by the end of the night.” You throw your head back, gritting your teeth, sweat rolling down your forehead, the room that the both of you shared smelled of your combined perfume and cologne and the sweet sent of sex-sweat. “Come on your turne.” He rolled you over so that he was on top he pumped in and out of you holding your hands above your head, with his left hand the arm filled with tattoos that made a sleeve. His right hand positioned right at your thought, as he pushed and pulled in and out of her, his grip on her throat getting stronger and tighter, she leaned her head back a strangled moan escaping. He kissed her lips and bit down, making it plumper than before, then sweet release was granted to both of you.
Bucky pushed back some of his dark hair, with his hand then stood up grabbing a box from under the bed. That was kept hidden from your young child in the other room, Bucky got out the continents that remained inside that contained a fourteen-inch bong and weed, he went to the bathroom and filled it with water and then filled the bowl with weed. He handed you the lighter first, you put your mouth over the opening of the chamber and lit the weed until it was carried, then you pulled the bowel out, and let out a big puff of smoke. Then you gave it back to your husband.
Once both of you were done smoking for at least a bit, you both sat back. “Okay we’ve gotta talk about you and Brooklyn going on tour.”
“Yeah I know but you also know what would be great right now?” You asked, he hummed. “Pizza roles or sex.”
“How about pizza roles and then sex.” He offered and that’s how you found yourself in the kitchen bent over the island, your husband taking you from behind, your hair being pulled, the microwave having gone off ten minutes ago, once both of you came together and looked you in the eye. “Okay now we’ve got to talk about the tour.”
“Fine.” You sighed. “I will go.”
Bucky’s grin spread across his face slowly, he picked you up off of the counter and spun you around he kissed you and hugged you, whispering a multitude of yes’s, both of you forgetting the pizza rolls and headed upstairs.
The next morning you woke up Bucky long gone from your side, the feathers from a few of the pillows covering the bed, you got up out of bed and pulled on one of Bucky’s t-shirts it looked big on you, you headed down stairs to find your husband and little girl in the kitchen ready to eat breakfast.
“Mommy, is it true we’re going with daddy?” She asked, looking up with wide eyes, Bucky smiled.
Hey guys so I do wanna warn you all about the next part of ABTT yeah so I got out of hand while writing so it might be a bit different but don’t worry it’ll still be what you love!
I just wanted to put this up as a head of time warning I also think that watching game of thrones while writing it didn’t help the direction it takes but yep that’s where I am at with writing!
(No spoilers I’m on the 4 season and this is my first time watching) please
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.
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!
