Little Bookworm 18+
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Content Warnings: unprotected sex (p-in-v), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink, dubcon kink (as long as Bucky can keep a straight face), tummy bulge, language, a good ole coochie slap (once), cum play, a little fluff, some aftercare
Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.
Inspired by my IRL husband’s reaction to my smutty reads.
Note: I don’t own any characters or works referenced in this oneshot and shout out to H.D. Carlton for creating Zade Meadows and giving us the house of mirrors chapter that’s been living rent free in both me and @lilacka’s head for over a year.
Bucky absolutely loved to watch you read.
The subtle way your expressions changed as your eyes would glide across the pages made his heart swell with admiration.
He found himself entranced with your concentration, your eyebrows knitting together in thought, your lips quirking up into a smile and even the soft laughter that would sometimes escape you as you delved deep into the world you held in your hands.
He was always more than happy to accompany you to the bookstore, leaning against the shelves and observing you as you thumbed through new titles, stacking your choices in his strong arms before darting down the next aisle to browse further.
He looked forward to the evenings where he could lay his head comfortably in your lap, his arm draped across your thighs as you worked your fingers lazily through his hair while you read quietly above him.
Tonight he lay in bed with his hands folded behind his head, listening to the gentle sound of the shower from the bathroom as you bathed when his gaze fell on your most recent read on the nightstand. The cover was dark with a skull and roses, something about a ‘Haunting’ and an absurd amount of sticky notes jutted out from the pages. His curiosity overtook him and he sat up, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. He thumbed through it carefully before letting it fall open to one of the tagged pages, his eyes scanning the text and widening slightly at the content.
He flipped to another tab, quickly reading through the passage, his breath quickening as he took in the words.
“If I catch you, I fuck you.”
Jesus Christ.
The bathroom door creaked open and he slowly lifted his gaze up to you.
Your damp body wrapped in a towel with your wet hair against your neck and shoulders did absolutely nothing to combat the heat that was already rising within him at what he’d just read.
Your eyes connect for a beat before you glance down to notice the book in his hand, opened to one of your tagged pages.
It was hard to discern if the flush across your cheeks was remnant of the heat of the shower or from the slight embarrassment of feeling caught by your boyfriend discovering the absolute filth you’d been reading.
He raises a brow at you, lifting the book and tapping on the open passage.
“If I catch you, I fuck you?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Really?”
You huff and roll your eyes, stepping forward and reaching to snatch the book from his hands but he’s quicker, snapping it shut and holding it just out of your reach.
“No, no. We’re gonna talk about this, doll.” He says, his lips curling into a smirk. “This is what you’ve been reading?”
You shift from foot to foot.
“Sometimes.” You reply with a weak shrug.
He turns the book over in his hands again and idly runs his palm back and forth against all the flags poking out from between the pages. “And do you.. like this stuff?” He asks, not looking up. “Does it turn you on?”
You swallow hard and nod despite the fact he’s not looking at you.
“Sometimes.” You repeat quietly.
“Huh.”
He purses his lips and nods thoughtfully, standing up and tossing the book onto the bed. “I guess you oughta run then.”
Your eyebrows shoot up to your hair line.
Did he just?
Is he going to?
“W-what?” You stutter out, taking a small step back as he closes in on you.
He tsks and reaches out, brushing your wet hair back off your shoulder with two fingers. “You heard me, baby.”
You open your mouth to reply but the words are lost the moment he seizes the edge of your towel in his large hand.
Your eyes connect for a brief moment before he yanks the towel free of your body and discards it on the ground, leaving you exposed, confused and incredibly aroused.
His hand settles on your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple and sending a rush of desire straight to your core. He dips his head to nuzzle his forehead against your temple, his tongue flicking against your earlobe.
“You should probably run now.” He warns in a whisper, taking a step back to give you space for a head start.
You stare wide eyed in disbelief, your head barely able to wrap around what was happening.
“Five.” He says in a threatening tone, bringing his hand down to palm his growing erection under his sweatpants.
You’re frozen to the spot.
There’s no fucking way he’s about to do this.
“Four.”
Okay, maybe he is.
You take off at a run, reaching the bedroom door and flinging it open with him hot on your tail.
Your bare feet pound against the hardwood floor and you rush down the hall towards the staircase, making it only two steps down before his strong arm catches you around the waist and picks you up effortlessly.
You wiggle against his hold, kicking your feet and thrashing.
“You’re not very fast, you know.” He teases, tightening his grip on you, his cock straining against his sweatpants and pressing into your backside.
He carries you back into the bedroom, his arm locked around you in a vice grip and tosses you onto the bed as if you were weightless. He tugs his sweatpants down and kicks them off, his cock bobbing with every step as he stalks towards you.
He braces his palms on the bed, preparing to climb up and pin you but you scramble backwards off the bed and take off again. He pauses, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, what-?” he straightens up and turns, watching as you sprint across the room and he frowns, realizing you weren’t going to let him catch you that easily.
“Damnit.” He grumbles, launching himself up over the bed.
He chases you with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom and you rush to shut the door but his hand catches it and forces it open, leaving you completely cornered with nowhere else to turn. “Shit.” You breathe out, looking around for a possible way out. He laughs, a cute and genuine laugh that is just so Bucky, completely betraying the role he was attempting to play.
You cross your arms over your bare breasts and frown. “I’m sorry.” He says, shaking his head. “I- just.. why did you run into the bathroom?” He asks, gesturing around the small room with amusement. “I don’t know!” You huff, your lips pressing into a pout. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“No, you definitely weren’t.” He agrees, swinging his foot back to kick the door shut behind him. “Guess you’re trapped, huh?”
You nod, letting your arms fall away from your breasts. “I guess I am.” You breathe out, your body thrumming with a mix of excitement and desire as your eyes trail down his toned body to land on his fully erect cock. He’s on you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and tossing you to the ground.
You fall hard on your hands and knees onto the plush bath mat, barely able to steady yourself on all fours before he’s on your back, arm hooked around your waist and sinking his cock into your wet, throbbing cunt. You arch back into him, fingers digging into the bath mat and a choked gasp catches in your throat as he pulls you flush to his pelvis, burying himself to the hilt. He snakes his free hand up your abdomen towards your chest, a trail of goosebumps following in his wake, dipping his forehead down to rest against the back of your shoulder. He palms your breast roughly, rolling your peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Bucky..” You whisper, your head falling back.
His forearm tightens around your waist and he releases your nipple with a gentle tug, sliding his hand up to curl around your throat. You moan and wiggle your hips, desperate for him to move, but he holds you still, lifting you up with him as he leans back on his heels.
“I’ll never get tired of this.” He whispers, unhooking his arm from your waist and resting his large hand over the slight bulge in your abdomen. “That’s my cock.” He murmurs, squeezing your throat gently before grasping your jaw and tilting your chin down to look at how he’s stretching you. You whimper and he moves your hand to press down on the bulge of his cock in your belly. “And this is my pussy.” He growls, delivering a slap to your aching clit before he draws his hips back and begins to thrust himself up into you at a steady pace.
A string of soft curses falls from your lips and your head drops back against the crook of his neck, your hand leaving your abdomen and reaching backwards to fist in his hair. “I didn’t realize you were such a freak, baby.” He whispers, his hand tightening around your throat. “I shoulda thumbed through one of your little books sooner.”
His free hand kneads at the flesh of your thigh and he groans, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks up into you. “I- I-“ You stutter, unable to think straight as your head grows dizzy with pleasure. “Oh no, am I fuckin’ my baby stupid?” He asks with a grin, bringing two fingers to tease at your bottom lip. You open on instinct and he slips them into your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as you suck and swirl your tongue around the digits.
“Fuck.” He hisses, pressing his slick fingers to your clit. You gasp, your fingers curling around his wrist as he strokes your sensitive bud, pulling you closer towards your impending orgasm.
“You gonna come, little bird?” He whispers, trying to reference your book and quickening his fingers against your clit. “It’s ‘little mouse’.” You correct, your lips quirking up into a smirk at his admirable attempt. “Whatever.” He hisses, pinching your clit between his fingers and sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure through your body. You choke out a strangled cry as you come, your legs trembling and back arching against him as your cunt clenches around his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He grunts, shoving you forward to the floor and falling to his knees. You scramble forward, his cock slipping from your dripping hole as you try to steady yourself in the dizzying wake of your orgasm.
“Oh no, no you don’t.” He growls, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back towards him. You lose your balance and fall flat, your breasts smashed against the cold tile as he presses his weight down on you, running his cock back and forth along your folds before thrusting back into you. “T-too much!” You whine, squirming underneath him.
“Tell me to stop.” He grunts, knowing damn well you never would. He hooks his forearm under your waist again and angles your hips upward, taking you deeper than you even thought possible.
Choked sobs of euphoria escape your throat as your cheek rests against the floor, dragging back and forth across the tile from the force at which he’s fucking into you. Your limp body shakes uncontrollably as your pussy spasms and waves of ecstacy crash over you faster than you can count them. Your orgasms explode through you like a string of firecrackers as you curse and mumble incoherently.
He pulls out abruptly, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back, moving to straddle your chest while he frantically fucks his fist. He comes with a shout, gasping as he paints your face with ropes of hot, sticky cum. “Fuck.” He pants, looking down at you in admiration as he brushes his thumb along your cheek, gathering up his seed.
He pinches your flushed, sticky cheeks together with his free hand. “Open.” He says softly, slipping his thumb into your mouth when you do. You suckle his thumb, greedily cleaning it with a swirl of your tongue, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. He sighs contentedly before moving off you and rising to stand, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.
“And I had just showered.” You mumble as you take the hand he offers you and pull yourself up on wobbly knees. “Don’t you dare bitch about the water bill when it comes.” You tease.
He chuckles softly and pulls you into him, holding you against his chest with one strong arm while the other reaches out to test the temperature of the water. “I won’t.” He says, stepping in first and gently helping you in after him. He wraps his arms lovingly around you and rests his chin atop your head as the warm water cascades over you both.
“Let’s clean you up, doll. It’s late and we have plans in the morning.” He says quietly, his eyes slipping closed as his hand runs idly up and down your back. You lean back and look up at him with your brows furrowed in confusion. “We don’t have plans tomorrow.”
His eyes flutter open and he grins. “The hell we don’t.” He replies, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squeezing the contents into the palm of his hand. You open your mouth to protest when he doesn’t answer your question but he simply twirls a finger, gesturing for you to turn around.
You sigh, turning your back to him and he begins to lather the shampoo in your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingers. “So what’re these plans?” You ask quietly after a long moment of silently enjoying his hands tenderly working through your locks. He leans forward, his broad, wet chest pressing against your back and brings his mouth to hover beside your ear.
His breath sends a shiver down your spine as he lets out a low, breathy laugh and whispers, “I’m taking you to buy more books.”
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More Than One Valentine
A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.
Stucky x Reader, Bucky x reader, Stucky, Steve x reader
AU: you finally get Steve and Bucky together- now you need to work out what to do with yourself abs your broken heart.
Warnings: angst, smut, 18 plus only please, fluff, FWB situation, presumed unrequited love, polyamory, MMF, bisexual Stucky, Dom!Bucky, sub!Steve, switch!reader
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Bucky and Steve finally shared their first kiss on Valentine’s Day.
It was a bittersweet moment for you; you’d been trying to get them together for too long and now you had nothing to do, nowhere to go.
In a twisted and complicated situation you’d ended up as a FWB to both of them. It started with Bucky, a wet night with only his leather coat for shelter turned into desperate kissing and more. Then three months later he was on a mission and Steve had come in from a date in a terrible headspace.
You called Bucky because you didn’t know what else to do. Bucky’s advice was to screw Steve’s brains out.
“What?” You stuttered.
“He gets too into his head, you gotta’ help him clear it out doll,” Bucky said in that gruff tone.
“I - but - we-“
“Go ahead. I don’t mind sharing our arrangement with Stevie. Always shared everything with him anyway, you’re no different,” Bucky said as if you were an old coat or a favourite book.
It hurt, deep in your gut like a hand twisting it savagely, but you brushed it aside. You were just a couple of friends who tamed an itch. Bucky probably did it with lots of girls and guys. You weren’t his only one. You couldn’t be.
So you fell into a routine with them. If Steve had any reservations he didn’t share them and his mood changed, not just that night but overall. He was lighter, different like he had a plan again.
It was obvious they were in love, that they wanted each other. Everyone could see it, especially you. You spent most time with them, you saw the subtle touches, kind words and gentle gestures. You would find them making each other breakfast, or always making sure the other one was drinking enough water.
And the sex was …even? You never spent more time with one over the other. You went from one to the other than back.
Sometimes you didn’t even get to shower; after a night with Steve Bucky would drag you to his room in the morning to taste you while Steve went on a run. Sometimes Steve would come in after a long stint of being Captain America and bury his face in you pussy moments after Bucky had went to his own room.
“I can’t take it. They’re ruining my vagina,” you complained to Nat one evening after too many cocktails. The and my heart was left unspoken but you both knew it.
Nat had laughed anyway because in that moment you both needed to laugh. “Set them up.” She poured another drink. She wasn’t even following recipes any longer. It was shots of hard liquor that burned in the best way.
So you did, you made sure the floor you all shared was off limits, you lit candles and played soft music, dimmed the lights. You got your hands on some Asgardian Champagne, scattered rose petals and made sure both their bedrooms had ample supplies of lube and toys.
You made sure your own room had noise cancelling headphones, snacks and a queue of your favourite shows all lined up to make sure you didn’t think too much. Or hear too much.
You should have prepared for a broken heart.
Here they were after confessing their love and finally kissing as they stood in front of the massive windows. You were on the couch, you needed to start them off, convince them to take the leap, but as soon as they got lost in each other you stood and slipped away.
At least you tried to.
“Where are you going?” Steve asked, his voice small and vulnerable.
You froze and looked over your shoulder. They were both looking your way, faces unreadable.
“To give you both some privacy,” you said quietly.
“But we need to thank you,” Bucky’s voice was equally soft.
You offered them a smile, it was genuine because you were happy for them, you just realised too damn late that you’d fallen for both of them.
They walked towards you, a pair of supersoldiers, one beefy the other sculpted. One dark the other light.
Two pairs of blue eyes burned into your skin. You felt like crying, because it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen and all they were going to do was hug you then get on with their lives.
Bucky caught your hand and pulled you towards his body but he turned you so your back was to his chest.
“Say thank you Stevie,” he growled.
Steve immediately dropped his mouth to yours. The kiss was gentle, just a brush of his pink lips as they pressed into yours. He pulled away after the kiss that was not just friendly. “Thank you.” He had that sincere look, the honest voice.
Your heart broke a little more.
And then Bucky was turning you in his arms and looking down at you. Steve’s big hands rested on your hips as he held you in place for Bucky. Bucky was rougher than Steve, his lips pressed you harder more demanding making you weak at the knees.
Where Steve asked Bucky took.
“Thank you,” Bucky said, a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Now where were we?”
And they started kissing over your shoulder. They moved close crushing your body between theirs, hands holding you still as they explored each others mouths.
You gasped and tried to slip away but you were trapped. You tried harder only for them to part and Bucky looked at you with hard eyes.
“Stop squirming doll, I’m kissing on my fella and you’re distracting me. You’ll get your turn.” You gaped up at Bucky but his focus was back on Steve. “Come ‘ere you.”
You could hear the wet noises of their kisses, could feel their physical reactions as you stood trapped between their hard bodies.
When they pulled apart for air you found yourself turned back to Steve and he was kissing you, desperate now as he licked into your mouth. He let out a needy moan as he lifted you and you had no choice but to wrap your legs around him.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” Bucky growled. His hands were on your hips and ass and it took you a moment to realise you were moving towards Steve’s bedroom.
Steve fell back on his bed and looked up at you with doe eyes, lips parted and pure trust. And something else you couldn’t place. You were straddling his waist when the bedroom door clicked shut.
“Don’t mind me,” Bucky sat on the chair in the corner, and you looked between them. Maybe this was one last night with them, and you would make it count before they got on with the rest of their lives without you.
In the bedroom Steve was submissive. It had surprised you at first; but it made sense. Steve carried the universe on his shoulders sometimes so it was natural that he’d want to forget. So you were what he needed you to be. You took charge, took care of him, made it so that he didn’t need a plan or a rousing speech in the bedroom.
Bucky was dominant, that didn’t surprise you at all. He needed control, where he’d been tortured before now he thrived in giving pleasure in making decisions, on taking care of his lovers. You let him take care of you, you basked in and enjoyed it. You loved the attention.
And you were the perfect switch between them giving each of them what they needed.
You bit your lip, nerves running through you but you pushed it aside to try and enjoy one last night with them both.
“Colour?” You asked.
“Green!” Steve said urgently.
“Steve, take your clothes off,” you said. Steve immediately sat up and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, looking between you and Bucky but you clicked your tongue and Steve’s eyes flew to you. “Eyes on me baby, you have him all to yourself soon enough.”
Steve’s eyebrows scrunched and Bucky shifted in his chair but you stayed still watching Steve. He folded his shirt then toed his shoes off, and as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops he looked down at you, holding it between big hands.
Bucky sucked in a breath as you nodded and Steve set the belt on the bed for later. He sat and removed his socks then his pants.
Once upon a time his cheeks would have been red by this point but Steve had gotten past that, he trusted you and with his attention on you the fact that Bucky was sitting right there didn’t even phase him.
His boxer briefs were navy blue, and it was obvious he was aroused by the whole situation. He looked at you as he thumbed the waistband.
“Won’t be much fun with them on will it Soldier?” You teased and his cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink before he started to push them down. “Eyes on me.” You reminded him and his confidence returned.
And then Steve was naked, standing tall and proud and fully erect. You looked at Bucky and he was watching the two of you with something that looked like pride.
“Why don’t you get your ring, plug and the lube?” You suggested to Steve.
Bucky groaned and you glanced over at him as Steve scrambled across the bed to grab what he wanted from underneath. “Do you want to cut in?”
Bucky smiled, warm and genuine and for a second your breath caught. “Yes,” he said softly. “But not yet. I’m dying to see where this goes.”
When you turned back to the bed Steve was kneeling in the middle, eyes wide and wet lips parted. “You look like a horny puppy.” You told him and it made him laugh.
You didn’t say anything else as you removed your clothes and Steve settled down to watch you, waiting patiently with his hands in his lap.
When you got to your bra and panties you hesitated but Bucky’s soft voice rang in your ears. “All of it.”
You looked over at him, making eye contact to acknowledge you’d heard him then nodded, holding his gaze.
You removed your bra, then panties and Steve let out a gentle moan.
“On your back baby,” you told Steve. He complied immediately and lay back, spreading his long legs so you could settle between his thighs. He handed you a pillow and you thanked him with a kiss to the lips then helped him place it under his hips. “Do you want your belt?”
Steve nodded eagerly and you handed it to him. Steve lay back with his arms stretched above his head holding the belt in his hands.
“Colour?” You checked.
“Green,” Steve said.
“Steve is such a good boy that he stays like that until he’s told to move,” you told Bucky. “Well, most of the time.”
Bucky laughed softly and you drew your focus back to Steve. Bending you kissed his thighs, nipping at sensitive skin. As you moved closer Steve moaned and gasped until finally you were pressing a chaste kiss to the base of his cock.
You kissed lower until your tongue reached his tightly furled ass, and then with wet licks you proceeded to help him relax. You didn’t notice Bucky get out of his chair, not until you saw the black vibranium hand resting on Steve’s knee.
You pulled away and looked up at him. “Too much for you?”
“Christ Dolly you’re killing me,” Bucky’s voice was rough with arousal.
You giggled and got back to your task. It wasn’t long before you were sitting up and drizzling lube on your fingers. You warmed it up then pressed two against his puckered hole.
“The lube is edible and flavoured. Steve likes his asshole eaten,” you said conversationally to Bucky.
Steve whined and you grinned up at him. You shuffled closer and took the tip of his cock into your mouth, licking the pre-cum and sucking the skin as you curled your fingers. Steve cried out and you took him deeper, breathing through your nose as he filled your throat. You loved this, Steve at your mercy as you pleasured him.
When you finally felt the hairs at the base of his cock tickle your nose you pulled back and reached for the cock ring. “He doesn’t really need this, he has a refractory period just like yours but sometimes he’s over eager. He can get…messy.”
Steve moaned softly, hearing you talk about him as if he wasn’t there was driving him insane in the best way.
“You know him well,” Bucky praised. He was right behind you now looking over your shoulder, still fully clothed apart from his shoes and socks. You hadn’t noticed him taking them off.
You reached for the plug next, it was a smaller one, black, with a flared base. It slipped in easily but Steve moaned and arched his back. You turned it slowly and watched his chest heave.
“How do you feel?” You asked Steve.
He nodded and met your eyes. “I feel yeah-“
“Colour?” You asked.
“Green,” Steve practically slurred.
You chuckled and then settled back onto your haunches. Bucky looked at you curious for your next move.
“He’s all yours,” you whispered looking up at him.
A big hand cupped your cheek and he kissed you softly. “He’s all ours Doll.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you wished that were true but you pushed the hope away. This was about getting them together. Nothing else.
Bucky kissed you, his movements lazy but dominating and he gripped your soft skin. His hand slipped between your legs and you’d been able to ignore your needs until now but as soon as his fingertip brushed your slick puffy lips you sighed and leaned into Bucky. His other hand moved to your hair and he fisted it just enough to pull your head back. “I’m so proud of you. Watching you with Steve, so proud of both of you.”
You felt the blood warm your cheeks at his praise and snuggled against him.
“Now, I’m going to undress. I want you to get a reward for being so good to Stevie, what do you say Steve?” Bucky asked easily taking over the room.
Steve nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, baby, sit on my face?”
“Yeah, I want to see that. Go sit on his face baby,” Bucky kissed you again. You did as he asked, turning so you could watch him. Steve didn’t let go of the belt as his tongue dove inside your folds, lapping and sucking at your juices.
Steve moaned and Bucky’s sharp eyes zeroed in on you. “Hovering baby girl? That’s against the rules,” Bucky warned.
Steve moaned again and you chuckled, giving Bucky a bright smile. “I know he’s been good, but he has to earn it,” you teased.
Bucky smiled softly and removed his black boxer briefs and then he was kneeling between Steve’s spread legs. He skimmed his fingers along the sensitive skin on Steve’s thighs and you could see Steve tremble. You close that moment to rest your full weight on him for a few seconds, knowing he needed it.
His moans vibrated through you and then Bucky was kissing you. “Good fuckin’ girl.”
Bucky touched Steve and every time he cried out or trembled you rested your weight onto him, calming him.
And then Bucky was bringing the plug out, replacing it with his fingers. His eyes flicked up to you as Steve sucked on your clit.
“Cum baby,” Bucky said. You didn’t even know you were waiting for permission. You cried out as your release washed through you, making your toes curl. As you came down from your high Bucky kissed you. “Now go clean him up.”
You moved fast, straddling Steve’s tummy and kissing over his face, licking into his mouth. You were so busy kissing Steve you almost missed the deep groan he let out. Two hands, one warm and one cold lifted your hips and then Steve’s cock was sliding snugly into your soaked cunt.
“I’m going to fuck both of you now,” Bucky warned.
“Please Bucky,” you whined.
Bucky’s hand slid into your hair and he grabbed a thick fistful as he pulled you back against his chest.
“Look at you,” Bucky growled in your ear as his other hand slid around your throat. His nimble fingers trailed your body, plucking at your nipples, squeezing soft flesh, tickling your hips and exploring the area where you and Steve were joined. “Our perfect girl.”
“Bucky,” you turned to him squeezing your thighs. Beneath you Steve grunted as you squeezed his cock, his eyes never leaving you and Bucky.
“Colour?” Bucky asked you.
“So fuckin’ green!” You said.
“Stevie, baby I need you to hold onto her, make sure she has some support. Hands up,” he said.
Steve let go of the belt and raised his hands, palms up and fingers wide. “Good boy baby,” Bucky praised. You reached out and pressed your palms to Steve’s, let your fingers tangle and lock together.
Steve tested the pressure, moving you slightly and you couldn’t help but giggle as he practically used you as a weight, lowering you to kiss his lips then pushing you back to Bucky’s chest.
Bucky let out a soft laugh at the two of you and hooked his chin over your bare shoulder. “Show off,” he said to Steve. Steve, in a happy headspace blew him a kiss.
Bucky started off gentle, his thrusts going through Steve and into you. Bucky was taking his time, working out this new position as he managed both of you.
His hands returned to your body, his fingers strumming over your body. He knew every nerve, knew what made you sigh and squeal, what relaxed you and what wound you up.
With a palm on your back he pushed you forward until you were lying on Steve’s chest. His right hand gripped your butt cheek, moulding the flesh and you knew it was coming but you still yelped.
Steve grunted, you were squeezing his cock again. “Do you know why I’m spanking you?” Bucky’s voice cut through your brain fog and you nodded.
“I broke a rule,” you slurred. Steve kissed your cheek and forehead as he simply observed. “I hovered.”
Bucky grunted in agreement and a few more slaps landed on you. “You had a good reason though so I think that’ll do.”
Bucky’s hands moved over your back as he curled over you both. His right hand cupped Steve’s cheek. Kissing each other in this position would be impossible so he ran his thumb over Steve’s lips. Steve opened his mouth and sucked Bucky’s thumb in. Bucky groaned at the sight and the sensation.
“You good there Sweetheart?” Bucky asked him.
Steve’s smile was dopey, despite Bucky’s digit in his way and he nodded, his eyes shining. “Never better.”
The words were garbled but easily understood none the less. As Bucky pulled away he kissed your cheek.
Bucky started to thrust again and you moved back to sit on Steve, that’s when you realised you couldn’t feel the cock ring. Bucky must have removed it from Steve and you were grateful because you didn’t think you had the ability to remove it at this point. You were a soft Dom, you didn’t like delaying or preventing orgasms, you were too needy yourself.
You kissed Steve’s chest and face as Bucky fucked him and Steve sobbed into your mouth when your lips met. Bucky’s movements were getting more aggressive and Steve was gasping and thrashing in pleasure.
“Is he good?” You prompted.
“So good, I’m - it’s - he’s amazing,” Steve said.
“Shush, baby hush, he’ll hear you and his ego will be insufferable,” you teased.
Bucky laughed, his hand sliding around your throat and pulling you back to his chest. “So rude,” he grunted as he kissed you, his fingers finally brushing over your clit.
Steve came first after you clenched around his cock, your body chasing Bucky’s fingers, and you followed a few moments behind him. The familiar stutter of Bucky’s breathing told you he’d found his release too.
“You two will be the death of me,” he said as he kissed your neck and shoulders and helped you untangle yourself from Steve.
A warm cloth was cleaning you, hands were moving you and you realised Steve was getting the same treatment as he sighed in contentment.
Bucky got into bed on the other side of Steve and smiled softly at you both.
“I should go,” you said suddenly.
“No!” They both said at once.
You shifted. “But I- this was about you two.”
Steve pulled you on top of him then rolled over, pinning you between him and Bucky. “Going nowhere.”
Bucky chuckled. “Darlin’ we’re crazy about you, if you haven’t noticed. I know you like to talk about feelings and stuff but we’re doing this my way. You’re my best girl, he’s my best guy, we’ll work it out from there.”
You opened your mouth but your words betrayed you so instead you snuggled into their arms and enjoyed their warmth. Maybe this could work, maybe the three of you could find peace.
“Besides,” Steve yawned, “you negate our stupid.”
You giggled. Bucky slid a leg between yours and rested his hand on Steve’s chest.
Meanwhile deep inside your own chest your heart sang.
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Feels So Right ❝part two❞
♡ Pairing: Dbf!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Ever since Bucky showed you how good things could feel, you need him to show you more.
♡ Warnings: smut, language, fluff, oral (fem receiving), rimming, fingering, petnames like a lot of them hehe,
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It had been weeks since you and Bucky’s heated moment. Still you could feel his touch on your skin, you could still feel the pleasant buzz he had left behind. All in all, you craved him now that you had gotten a taste.
The week nights had been spent with your hand down your panties, playing with yourself just as he had taught you— but you couldn’t find relief. Your hand didn’t feel the same as his— you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself like he could. How he knew your body better than you did, was beyond you.
Truthfully, you didn’t want to try and get yourself off— you just wanted him to take care of you. Soothe the aches you felt within your body, places he had yet to touch. Your skin burned for him, and you were almost positive that no one else could put out the flames except for him.
It went beyond just his touch. He made you feel so safe— so protected in his hold. You trusted him with your life and didn’t think you’d ever find someone you felt more comfortable to be around. All his touches, all his strokes of your body were so soft— so gentle in the way he was slowly undoing you. It wasn’t like the guys you had tried to be with before, where their needs were always before yours.
No, Bucky didn’t even express his needs— didn’t even mention them. He put you before anything else, making sure you felt good without the discomfort of owing him. There was no catch— just his desire to make you feel incredibly good. It was as easy as breathing being with him. Although it had only happened once— you wanted there to be more “lessons.”
Your Dad Steve had gone out of town for a business trip, and he of course trusted you enough to leave you home alone. You were responsible and respected him and the house well. No need for a babysitter considering you were in your 20’s.
Little did your dad know— you had invited Bucky over. You may had gone a little overboard with your text message to him. You told him it was urgent, and of course Bucky had freaked out and was speeding over to the house.
That’s where you found yourself jumping up at the sound of fast knocking at the door. You held your hand over your heart and wandered to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly sweaty and disheveled Bucky.
“Everything alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows at the way your face was calm.
He had read the text right… right?
“Yeah I probably shouldn’t of worded the text like that— sorry!” You giggled, and immediately Bucky was relaxing.
He shook his head while giving you a tiny smirk.
“Got me worked up over nothing.” He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair.
You opened the door wider and stepped aside.
“Wanna come in?” You offered.
He smiled and stepped forward into the house, passing by your small frame. He loved the way he towered over you, and the way it got you all flustered.
“Sure doll.” He whispered, walking further into the kitchen leaving you at the door.
His scent wafted into your face, filling your senses with his deep minty pine smell. It was so intoxicating, you felt dizzy with the deep breath in. You quickly closed the door— locking it before following him into the kitchen.
You weren’t surprised to find him rummaging through Steve’s alcohol, which was basically his as well. Your dad only ever drank when Bucky was around.
As he was pouring himself a glass, it gave you time to really get a good look at him. You found your mouth watering at the sight, biting your lip as your eyes traveled up and down his figure. The brown plaid jacket fit him well, making him look extra handsome. His stubble looked just as it had last time, very clean— evident that he took very good care of himself and his appearance. His jeans hugged him just right in every area— overall he just looked so good.
“It’s rude to stare honey.” His voice broke you out of your trance.
You felt your cheeks get hot from being caught staring, you hadn’t meant to— but you couldn’t help it either.
“Sorry it’s just… you look good.” You admitted.
Bucky gazed down at you from across the island. Tipping his glass back, letting the burn travel down his throat. He knew you were just as starving for him as he was for you— and he knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his friends daughter. But he had a hard couple of weeks without you.
He fucked his hand nearly every night, trying to imagine your sweet sounds— and him being the one pulling them from you.
He let his eyes wander over your form, taking in your short sleeping shorts— your thin tank that did little to hide your tits. He almost growled, the way you were taunting him— the way you were teasing him with the way your nipples poked through your tank. The way your ass peaked out from the bottom of your shorts.
“(Y/n), why did you invite me over?” He asked lowly, filling his glass back up while you shuffled closer to him around the island.
You shrugged and tried to play dumb.
“Didn’t wanna be alone.” You told him.
“You sure it’s not because of something else?” He hinted.
You held his gaze, trying your best to read him— but he was good at keeping a poker face. You scooted closer.
“Maybe…” You started, taking another step closer. “Maybe I need you to teach me something.”
He lowered his gaze to his glass, raising it to his lips to tip back— his throat burning deliciously. Could he really deny you— he was already so deep in this pit that was you.
“Oh is that right?” He growled.
You nodded and took another step closer, his form towering over you more the closer you got, it had you excited and squeezing your thighs together.
Bucky noticed.
“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel that good.” You whispered, “I wanna feel it again.”
He clenched his jaw, forcing his arms to stay either resting on the island or at his sides.
“Then you should try what I showed you.” He told you, pushing the glass away and twisting the cap back on the bottle.
You shook your head, a small frown lining your face.
“Doesn’t feel the same… I like it when it’s you.” You admitted.
Bucky took a deep breath in, your scent filling his senses and it was so lethal— he almost felt high off of it. You looked so good below him, your mock innocent eyes staring up at him, your lip jutting out into a pout. You were killing his self control— if he had any left.
“My dad won’t know— it’s okay.” You added.
That fueled the fire, the mere mention of how forbidden this was only made him want you that much more— and he wondered what had twisted him to think like that. He should stop now— head home.
But instead, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours. Self control was no more.
“What are you doing to me baby?” He whispered, letting his hands rest of your shoulders, running all the way down your arms.
You didn’t have time to prepare yourself before he was hoisting you up by your legs, placing you on top of the island. He situated himself in between your thighs, pulling you forcefully into his chest. Your barely clothed core pushing up against his bulge.
You let out a gasp, your arms looping around his neck instinctively. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his bulge, the jeans creating delicious friction to your aching clit.
He held his arms around your lower back, keeping you pressed tightly against him. He chuckled, his eyes hooded and dark watching you hump him like a cat in heat.
“Oh honey, you poor thing.” He cooed, cradling your jaw with one of his hands. “So desperate.”
You whined when his hands stop your movements, watching him step away from you. But you didn’t have long to complain when you saw him lower his body down— his head lining up with your crotch.
“Don’t worry baby— I’ll teach you something new.” He teased, wasting no time and pulling your shorts down, throwing them to the side.
He nearly moaned when he glanced back to find out you weren’t wearing any panties. Your core was exposed, puffy and dripping.
You felt hot under his stare, your core aching almost painfully as he just looked at it. You shifted your hips closer to him.
He glanced up to you with dark eyes, his pupils blown out with lust.
“So pretty sweetheart,” He snuck his hand closer, letting his thumb brush from your slit to your clit. “So wet for me.”
You jumped from his touch, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head when he continued circling his thumb around your clit.
"Ohhh... Buckyy..." You moaned breathlessly, your hips jutting up to push his fingers harder against you.
He yanked your legs up, forcing you to lean back with your legs up— exposing your core further. This new angle gave him a great view of your little puckered hole. His eyes darkened and he couldn’t help himself— so he leaned forward and gave your little hole a lick.
You gasped from the new feeling, never had been touched there— it was oddly pleasant, and the way he kept circling your bud while giving your hole kitten licks was heavenly.
He smiled in between licks, his stubble scratching the inside of your ass.
“Babydoll… no one ever touch you here?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and fourth from your clit down to your slit, while he kept up his ministrations on your hole.
You shook your head, leaning back on your shaking arms. You could feel yourself clench over nothing, your core aching to be filled.
He gave your puckered hole a kiss before glancing up to you, a growl almost escaping at the pathetic, fucked out look you had on your face. He licked his lips as the layer of sweat coating your forehead.
“No one ever took the time to take care of you honey, but I’m going to— don’t you worry.” He promised, peppering kisses to your inner thighs while he circled your swollen bud.
You began to breathe heavily as his mouth got closer to your center, your heart beating in excitement.
“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel good.” He cooed.
With a nod from you, he was shoving his face into your cunt. Giving your pussy an open mouthed kiss, letting his tongue dart inside and feel around your walls— which had you crying out, instinctively trying to crawl away because it felt too good.
He used he free hand to press down on your stomach, forcing you to lay all the way down on the island. His strong arm kept you in place, leaving you no chance to run. Not that you wanted to.
“Gotta stay still babygirl.” He instructed.
You found it hard to stay still with his thumb rubbing faster of your clit, his tongue massaging your walls and slit so perfectly you felt dizzy. You had never had someone go down on you like this, and you wondered how you had gone this long without it— it felt too fucking good.
“Bucky— feels so good, please don’t stop!” You whined, your hips starting to grind against his face in attempt to chase your release quicker.
Bucky went feral at your whines, your pleas— it only spurred him on, starting to lick, kiss and suck at your cunt faster and harder.
He stopped his rubbing motions of your clit and snuck his hand down to your slit, lifting his mouth to insert two fingers. They slid in easily with how wet you were, and he could feel your walls clamping down on them. Had him growling at your whines.
“Oh… fuckkk…” You moaned out, gripping the island in a death grip, the coil tightening within you.
Bucky lowered his head back down and sucked hard onto your clit, watching your body jolt from the sensation.
He knew you were close.
You whimpered and couldn’t stop grinding your face into his face and onto his fingers— wishing them deeper.
He started moving his fingers in a come here motion and brushed against a spongey pad— causing your hips to jolt, your cries loud and echoing throughout the kitchen.
“There it is baby… want you to cum for me.” He cooed.
He kept sucking and rolling his tongue around your clit while brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. The edges of your vision were hazy and dark, the coil nearly snapping.
“C’mon sweetheart— let go.” He whispered, licking up and down your clit quickly.
With one last stroke against your sweet spot, you were crying out, pathetic whines leaving your lips as your body twitched and jolted, no doubt having fallen off the island if he weren’t holding you down. Waves of ecstasy flowed within you, your entire body buzzing as he kept lazily stroking your walls, avoiding your sweet spot in order not to overstimulate you.
He peppered kisses to your pussy and inner thighs as you came down, every now and then hips twitching at every other kiss he’d place on your clit.
Your breathing was slowly coming back down, you stayed laying on the island— completely covered in sweat. You had a dumb weak smile on your face, your eyes fluttered shut from the intense pleasant buzz that filled your being. You almost felt like you were floating.
“You with me honey?” He joked, giving your sensitive bud one last kiss before raising up to his feet.
He gently pulled you up so you were sitting up now. He let out a tiny chuckle at your ducked out expression.
“(Y/n)?” He teased, tucking stray hairs behind your ear.
You nodded and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in contentment.
“I’m perfect.” You whispered, looping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.
His heart pulsed at the action, you looking so delicate and pure hugging him like a little monkey. The waves of pure bliss from your state were overwhelming, taking over all his senses— but it still couldn’t block out the guilt that came after.
“You’re a little cuddle bunny, aren’t ya?” He cooed, rubbing your back soothingly.
He didn’t hear a response, and if you did respond— he couldn’t hear it due to his mind getting lost in the what if’s. The guilt eating away at him.
He supposed he’d had fun until the moment came where he couldn’t anymore.
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If You Loved Me You’d Share Her
Relationships: Predefined Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Steve x Bucky, Reader x Steve x Bucky
Summary: You wake up to you, Steve, and Bucky’s shared home exhausted after a long night of activities with your boyfriend. His best friend has certain remarks to these acts. And soon you’ll find out maybe three isn’t a crowd despite what everyone thinks
Warnings: Smut, dubcon, threesome, cream-pie, voyeurism, and double penetration
It was a typical summer morning in your lovely home. You were lounging out on the small patio, reading a book in the sun. Your boyfriend’s best friend, Bucky, was in the kitchen, making breakfast. While your boyfriend, Steve, had just came back from a morning run, pushing through the door as he untangled his headphones from his ear. You watched as Steve walked over to see Bucky flipping pancakes and then, moving to step out onto the balcony towards you. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Hello, darling,” you reply, closing your book shut. You loved how Steve looked in the sunlight, he resembled an angel, glorious and strong. Every muscle, perfect facial feature highlighted by the golden light. He nodded his head towards you signaling for you get up.
You get up from you lounge chair and Steve takes your place. He’s motions for you sit in a spot between his legs and happily do as he tells you. Your heart jumps a bit as Steve’s hands move to your waist, pulling you into him more. “Did you sleep well?” he presses his lips to your hair, his breath ruffling the strands.
Bucky was humming some light tune that you didn’t recognize as he carried a plate of breakfast out onto the balcony for you both. It was filled to the brim of pancakes covered in golden syrup with a side of colorful fresh fruit. You think back to Steve’s question,”I’d say so, but I’m in incredible pain from last night’s… activities.”
Your boyfriend’s best friend smirked a bit at the insinuation. Steve, however, just tilted his head to the side,”Activities?” He tried to keep his voice neutral but failed, a smirk growing on his lips despite his attempts to remain serious,”Were you out late last night with someone else?” He couldn’t help but reminisce about the way your body moved below him last night, the way you’d moan his name, tug on his hair…
“You know exactly what activities I’m going on about? And the only on at fault is you,” you say pointing at his chest.
Steve’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his smirk remained. Bucky knew exactly what you were implying, and he wasn’t going to make it easy for you two. He simply laughed a bit, setting the plate of food onto the balcony railing,”You two were a bit loud last night, you know.” Steve shot him a look, but said nothing in response. His gaze remained on you.
“Yeah well not only does Stevie have stamina for days, but he has some big personality traits due to that super soldier serum, if you know what I mean,” you tell the two men,”And I’m sure you do too Buck.”
Bucky choked on a laugh. Steve rolled his eyes, and tried to ignore what you had said previously. “We were loud?” He repeated, before adding, “We weren’t that loud-“
The other super solider was still snickering, but stopped after he saw Steve’s look. Your boyfriend then turned back to you, his hands going to your hips. “Were we really that loud? Are you complaining?” Steve asked you wondering if you don’t like how loud you two tend to be in the bedroom.
You laugh slightly,”No I’m not complaining, I love it when you do that to me. And I love all those sweet sounds you make too.”
Bucky laughed again, before saying, “You know what else was loud?” Steve rolled his eyes again, but didn’t really push the conversation, instead looking at you for your response. He ran his hands up and down the sides of your torso, moving them over the top of your legs.
“What was loud Bucky,” you ask him, slightly grazing Steve’s thigh. Steve slightly tensed at your touch.
Bucky grinned slightly as he said, “Your screaming.” Steve didn’t let it get to him, but there was a slight change to his expression that caught your attention. Bucky gave him a look, as if he was expecting a reaction.
“Why did you wish you were the one making me scream like that?” you ask him a smirk on your face.
If there was one thing Bucky enjoyed, it was torturing Steve on an emotional level. Hearing this only made the smile that had been playing about his lips widen a bit. Steve was starting to get irritated, though he hadn’t said anything just yet. It seemed like he was trying to stay calm in order to keep you from enjoying this. Bucky then asked, as he started to slowly move his hands up Steve’s thigh,”Are you jealous?”
Your breath hitched slightly at seeing the way your boyfriend’s best friend was touching your boyfriend. “Maybe,” you choked out.
Bucky smirked. “Only maybe?” he teased. Steve rolled his eyes again, trying to keep a stern look...though it was very obvious that he was at least a bit hot and bothered. He was still being careful not to let his jealousy show too much, but the slight tension in his body said more than enough.
“Okay, I am,” you say stroking Steve’s growing bulge in his pants.
Buck then leaned back against the railings. He was still grinning at the tension he was setting up between the two of them.
Steve’s eyes went wide when you grabbed him by the bulge, and the tension turned into nervousness. He looked down at your hand wrapped around him for a moment before his gaze returned to you. “Are you…” he started, but then cut himself off as he felt the jealousy in him begin to fade, replaced by an intense lust.
His friend grinned, moving his other hand to grab your thigh as well. “What if we give you a repeat of last night?”
“I think that’s the best thought you’ve ever had,” you say. You shift in your seat and straddle Steve who began to blush immensely. You grind onto his crotch searching for friction, you moan at his bulge brushing against your clothed folds. You had just gotten up so you were wearing nothing, but a short nightie and panties, a decision that you were proud of making.
Bucky began to grow hard over the sight of you and Steve dry humping. He palmed his growing tent becoming impatient,”Keep going.” You moan at his words. Your panties feeling soaked leaving Steve’s running shorts wet with your slick.
“Can we please take this to the bedroom,” you ask,”I want to feel both of you.” Both soldiers moan at your words.
Steve stands up and picks you up from around the waist,”I thought you’d never ask.” Bucky follows you two absolutely ecstatic for what was to come. Your boyfriend opens the door of your shared bedroom and lays you onto the bed’s satin sheets lightly. The two super soldiers stare at you with a hunger like lust that you’d never had been able to imagine.
Bucky looks at Steve as though he was asking him permission to touch you. Steve didn’t answer with words instead he simply nodded. Bucky ran his metal hand up your leg approaching your inner thigh. His thumb slightly grazed your soft panties causing you to moan. The cold sensation made you buck your hips towards his thumb.
“Now, now don’t be needy,” Bucky teased. Delicately he moved your cotton panties to the side and plunged his digits into your tight pussy. You began to moan, your folds enveloping his fingers. He began with one and moved it around feeling your gummy walls.
He wanted you to be prepared for his cock so he added another two fingers. It was different than Steve’s. With Steve his fingers were hot and soft while Bucky’s were cold and rough. He curled them causing you to buck your hips up towards the ceiling. “Bucky,” you moaned out. You felt a warm hand pull you down. You look up and were greeted by your boyfriend’s blue eyes.
“God, you’re such a slut. Getting all wet around her boyfriend’s best friend’s fingers as he watches. I bet you like this don’t you, me watching you, it turns you on you little whore,” Steve tells you. You were taken aback at his words. Never in your life had Steve called you such filthy names. You assumed Bucky had brought this dirtier filthier version of your boyfriend.
You came close to you climax when Bucky pulled out his fingers. You moaned at the empty feeling, upset that you had missed your climax. “Let me cum please,” you beg him.
Bucky shakes his head,”You’re not cumming until this pretty pussy is wrapped around both of our cocks,” you sigh,”Now strip for us.”
You carefully untie the bows of your nightie revealing your white lace underwear. Steve lunges towards your pussy and grabs your panties by his teeth. He drags them down your legs carefully and putting them in his pocket. He takes off his shorts as well as his running shirt leaving him only in his boxers. Bucky follows his impression and does the same.
Bucky reached behind your back and unbuckled your bra. He grabbed your right tit in his hand and squeezed it. Steve reaches for you left tit and begins to kiss around your nipple. He grabs it into his hand and puts in his mouth causing you to moan. The hot and cold feel from both boys causes you to feel overwhelmed in the best way possible. Both boys begin to kiss their way across your boobs and eventually meet each other halfway. They face each other and began to kiss passionately.
Steve palms Bucky’s dick and they make out in front of you. You whine desperately,”Please let me in.” They look at your desperate cries and chuckle.
Bucky pulls down his boxers and pushes he down to the bed. His length is unbelievable, he’s thick and girthy with a pointy tip. “Okay, Angel this is it,” he says. Tapping his dick towards your entrance, he becomes consumed by your folds. You begin to groan as he pushes his way in.
He’s thicker than Steve yet not as long, but he still fills you out in all the right ways. Slowly but surely he gets a steady pace slamming in and out of you. Steve approaches you from behind unclothing his cock. His length despite you seeing it a ton times is still impressive. Long and veiny everything you would need a cock.
Steve approaches your other entrance preparing himself. He enters quickly, making you hitch your breath. The two soldiers kept slamming themselves into you causing you to moan out their names. The boys met over your shoulder and made out passionately your hand becoming wrapped around Bucky’s hair. Bucky’s hand immediately went to massaging Steve’s ass.
You feel your climax coming and you moan as the knot in your stomach is undone. Your fluids enveloping the boy’s cocks. Soon you feel the hot strings of their cum fill your belly. “Fuck,” Bucky moaned out.
The three of you fall collapsed to the bed feeling tired and fulfilled. Steve got up and got a towel from the restroom so the three of you could clean up. He grabbed you and Bucky’s hands and lead you to the bathtub for relaxation. “You know we should do this again sometime,” Steve asked the both of you.
“I agree,” Bucky said smiling like a maniac,”If you’d loved me you’d share her.”
You look up at them and smiled,”Ditto.”
It’s safe to say that from now on you and Steve’s nightly actives will have a third member.
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Bullshit! How about a bet? (One-shot)
Summary: Who knew that being short would lead to such great benefits?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (shorter)
Word Count: 3900+
A/N: Once again, I dipped my toes into smuttier waters, but still am building up the courage to jump in fully... I have some announcements (life-wise) that I'm going to make soon, but I needed to write something after the week I had just to bring some happiness to my life, so here you are! I hope you enjoy :)
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I was adamant about finding some way to sue Tony Stark for placing the microwave at such an elevated, unnecessary height.
I would also sue him for the emotional distress it had caused me this far with the teasing and mocking jokes the team landed on me when they watched me attempt to put food in it.
Nat and I weren’t far from each other’s height, but either she didn’t use the microwave, or she was better at hiding when she did because I seemed to be the only one who got the quips thrown at me when I stood on the tips of my toes just to push something onto the turntable.
To make the task harder, the door opened top to bottom like an oven instead of side to side like any normal version of the kitchen amenity did, making my arms stretch out as far as I could just to get whatever it was I needed to be heated up actually go into the damn thing.
Damn the rich for trying to be fancy where it was unnecessary!
Recently, I tried to adopt Nat’s efforts of never being seen doing the mundane daily act, and the last few times, I had been successful. My luck seemed to run out today.
Trying to make my task as quick as possible, I pulled the door down and stood on my tiptoes to push my now lukewarm coffee mug into the middle of the turntable.
“You’re so close, Pixie,” I heard behind me, and I cringed, finding I wasn’t in the clear like I thought I was.
“Fuck off,” I grumbled, knowing the voice of the person the nickname had originated from. I accepted that the mug was in the microwave even if it wasn’t centered.
“Those aren’t nice words,” Bucky retorted, and I could hear the smug grin on his face even if I didn’t bother to look over at him.
“You’re an angry Pixie today,” Sam added, walking to the counter and grabbing a banana off the stand in the middle, and then going to the fridge for a drink.
“I thought you guys were on a tactical mission,” I groaned, pushing the buttons that were also too high quickly to start the radioactive machine.
When I turned around, Bucky was closer now but had propped himself on the side of the bartop of the counter that faced the seating area ahead. Sam was still head deep into the fridge, trying to decide on his drink of choice.
“We were. Finished it early,” Sam hummed as he ducked his head to see all the varieties of sodas, waters, and juices Tony kept stocked. “Weren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?”
“Canceled,” I answered shortly, glaring at Bucky, who seemed to still find my height funny as he grinned at me. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he asked, playing coy.
Instead of a response, I just sent him another hate-filled look.
“Find a way to sue Tony yet?” Sam broke the stare-off we were having, and I didn’t really process what he meant.
“About what?” I looked at him.
“About the microwave being placed perfectly so that you look like a toddler trying to reach for the cookies on the top of the fridge,” Bucky answered for him.
I turned my head slowly and murderously to the brunette.
“Out in the field isn’t the only place you can get killed,” I smiled, but there was no hint of joy or genuineness behind it—instead, a sadistic pull of my lips.
“No threats,” he pointed at me with a warning Tony had started since forever ago, and I could see his shoulders tense even if he tried to hide the hint of discomfort.
“Promises are different than threats,” I tilted my head with the smile still on my lips.
“Stop that.” His body had ever so slightly leaned back.
The microwave dinged before I could torment Bucky further, and I turned my head to look at it and then back at Sam.
“I won’t replace your shampoo with nair if you get that for me,” I smiled, almost instantly turning the psychotic one into an innocent one.
“Why would you do that, to begin with?” He asked, concerned, slowly moving to get my mug out of sheer fear.
“I think you can take a decent guess,” I replied, watching him as he carefully brought the mug out and walked calculatingly to hand it to me.
“Y/N,” he warned.
“Hope you two have the day you deserve,” I skipped away, mimicking a child about to go prance through a field of flowers.
“She scares me,” Sam whispered once I was out of the room.
“Are we sure she’s not an evil serial killer on the side and just does this job to lessen her karma?” Bucky asked, their eyes still on the doorway I had left out of.
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“Bullshit!”
“I see they’ve started early,” Steve sighed, taking a tired sip of his coffee as he sat in the den where Bucky, Nat, Sam, and I were already up, causing chaos for the day.
“They got a bet going,” Sam explained, already sitting on the couch beside Steve.
“What is it this time?” Steve questioned, looking between us three and keeping the lip of the mug close to his mouth.
“Bullshit!”
“Exactly that,” Sam smirked, grabbing his own cup of caffeine.
“Bucky claimed that Y/N couldn’t, and still hadn’t, beat him in Bullshit since our last Christmas party,” Nat said, joining on the other side of Steve with her own playing cards in hand, leaving him in the middle of the two.
“I have beat him,” I mumbled, looking over my cards in hand as I debated on the next set to put down. “He just got the honorary win because we were called on a mission before I could put my cards down and go out.”
“If you didn’t get to play the winning hand, how did you win?” Bucky snarked, watching me carefully as I put two aces down. “Bullshit.”
“Ha ha!” I pointed at him. “Pick them up, Buckaroo.”
He rolled his eyes and looked down at the decent-sized pile of cards stacking up, seeing that I did, in fact, tell the truth and added them to his own hand.
“Careful what you claim, Buck,” Steve retorted about more than one thing, only getting a middle finger in return from his friend, who stared at his new options.
“There’s a larger bet hanging over this one,” Nat hummed, putting her two cards in before pulling her legs into a crossed position.
“Yeah?”
“If I win, he has to be my man-servant for the microwave,” I celebrated, putting down one 3 three of clubs that I was lucky enough to have. My deck in hand was growing thinner and thinner.
“And if not?” Steve asked.
“If not, she can’t call me Buckaroo for five months,” Bucky mockingly sneered at me.
“Actually, two weeks,” I shook my head, putting a card down.
“If you’re so sure you’re going to win, why does it matter?” he said teasingly. I stuck my tongue out at him as a response. “Real mature.”
“Just play your hand, Jackass.”
He did, and on my turn, I went out.
“Hell, yes!” I jumped up and down, hands in the air, before doing a small victory dance.
“How the hell?” Bucky looked absolutely flabbergasted by my win. “You had like ten cards left.”
“Did I?” I cheered, showing my empty hands for effect.
He turned to Nat, who had a grin on her face, and shrugged when she noticed his glare turned on her.
“Don’t look at me. I played clean,” she laid her deck of cards neatly on the table and put her hands up in defense.
“Fair win, Buck,” Steve laughed.
“You’re my man-servant now,” I gleamed, dipping down to grab my mug of coffee and handing it to him. “Would you mind heating this up by chance? I forgot about it while I was busy kicking your ass.”
“Yeah, because of how long it took you to do it,” he grumbled, not putting up a fight as he took it from my hand and stomped to the microwave passively.
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Bucky’s POV
For the next week, Y/N multiplied her microwave use by a thousand. Things that didn’t even need microwaving were thrown in for two seconds sometimes, just to annoy me.
She’d say stuff like, “Oh, perfect. It was just half a degree too cold,” or, “Careful, I burned my tongue last time 'cause you were too busy glaring at me to watch it. We don’t want to make that mistake again.”
She even had me heat up Nat’s and Wanda’s food at one point, even though that wasn’t part of the bargain. Her reasoning should have had me leaving the room, but instead, Nat and Wanda had a nice glass of steaming apple cider in hand by the time I did leave.
I was close to being done with it all and the constant nagging that accompanied it, so when I walked in and saw her in the kitchen today, I instantly turned on my heel and tried to run before she saw me… Luck wasn’t on my side.
“Oh, Buckaroo!” Yeah, that name had multiplied its use as well. “I need to pop the popcorn for movie night, but I could use the help!”
I could have kept walking and brushed it off as if not hearing her, but no one was dumb enough to believe that. Damn my super hearing… And as annoyed as I was, I was a man of my word. I made a bet, and I lost. I only had six more days, eight hours, and 28 more minutes to go.
“Ten seconds at a time,” I muttered under my breath as I turned my direction back to the kitchen and stomped slowly to the microwave.
I had been coming in here for my own hidden snacks for movie night and forgot that most of the team would be here for this night’s movie marathon. It had been a while since we all had some free time together, and even if the new chore had become irritating, Y/N was using it for good tonight by making sure everyone had their favorite popcorn in hand for the trilogy we were watching.
“Why do you put all the work on yourself when they can come in here and make a bag themselves?” I asked, leaning on the counter where she was organizing the multiple varieties of popcorn we had stocked. She was measuring to make sure that everyone’s favorite was accounted for.
“Why not? It’s not hurting me,” she shrugged as if it was common sense and I was asking a dumb question. “Why do you pick the same two types of candy every time we have a movie night?” she shot back, looking at me and slightly nodding to the microwave.
I took the message as I saw the timer count down from three and moved to grab the finished bag inside.
“It’s a comfort food,” I argued my answer.
“Exactly, and this is their comfort food. Plus, I don’t know, it’s one less step they have to map out. It’s already an exhausting part of our job having to think of the next step constantly, and it doesn’t bother me to do, so why not take an extra few actions so they don’t have to,” she simplified.
She handed me a prepped bag, ready for the microwave next.
I took it and went back and forth for a while as I thought of her answer.
I had learned over the years that Y/N’s love language had been acts of service, whether that was making sure that our favorite cereals were on the shopping list so we wouldn’t run out or offering a blanket or pillow when she came into the same room as you before she got comfortable herself.
We were almost always constantly tired from our jobs and just the general weight of the world on our shoulders some days. Having someone make popcorn for you on an off day was just one less action to do, and Y/N did more things to help us in that area than I had even tried to notice.
I had seen her acts of service being done, but mainly out of spite of not being one of the people who received them. Not because I wanted her to do things for me, more so than the thought behind it.
We bickered and got on each other’s nerves a lot, more so just to poke at her and see that fire in the pixie’s eyes on my end, but I didn’t get this kind of treatment as often. I had accepted it at this point, but the few times she had extended that kind of care to me, it felt like burning a candle on a fall day after deep cleaning for eight hours. Something about it put you at peace and made you feel even more at home.
Maybe this deserved a conversation with her, even if I was terrified to wander into those grounds.
We had quietly shuffled around the kitchen, and I had taken on the job as her co-chef as I grabbed multi-colored popcorn bowls to empty the bags into and organize them according to type.
“Peter likes the bowl that looks like the Death Star cut in half,” she pointed at one of the bowls I had pulled down. “Tony got it for him for Christmas last year, and he uses it every movie night.” She smiled as she turned back to grab one of the last bags from the microwave.
She was saying something about adding the extra-extra movie butter popcorn bags to that bowl, but I was already moving to her side to grab the bag that was just out of reach from her fingertips in the microwave.
Her back molded into my chest as I reached over her, pulled the brown paper bag out, and handed it down to her. I wasn’t massively bigger than her, but the nickname Pixie held its title well.
“I had it,” she looked up at me from behind, and damn it, if that didn’t stir something in me.
The intimate position had me feeling a new kind of warmth, different from the subtle glow of a candle in a pristine room. Instead, a weird and fuzzy feeling of realization made goosebumps form up my arms, but I didn’t quite understand what it was.
Was this a form of anxiety I hadn’t felt yet? I snapped out of it when I noticed I had stayed there a beat too long, and Y/N looked worried.
“We made a deal,” I said, grabbing the last bag to pop out of her hand and placing it in the microwave. “I’m a man of my word,” I added, clearing my throat and reminding myself out loud that that was the only reason I was not moving from my spot with her back in my chest and our bodies practically molding into the others.
“You really hold up your end of the bargain,” she smiled and ducked under my arm, immediately leaving me in the cold.
I snapped out of the headspace I was thrown into without a choice and shook my head as I helped her finish the last few tasks before accompanying her to the movie den.
My days were almost up with being Y/N’s personal microwave-er, but for whatever reason, there was this new realization I had that made the excuse of being near her in this way not as frustrating.
I made it an excuse to try and get closer to her again and again, and not just for kitchen amenity requirements, but anytime she couldn’t reach something, which I was learning was a lot.
Any form of aid, like trying to get a box from the top of the pantry, trying to reach a book or file on the top of a shelf, or trying to put a mug back when she was emptying the dishwasher.
Currently, I had walked by her room, door open, and saw her struggling to hang a new picture frame on her wall, being just a few inches too short as normal.
“Fucking hell.” I heard her mumble as she looked around for a chair.
Before she could move from her spot, I was already behind her, hanging it to the spot she was replacing.
“Oh, thanks,” she said, but the tone in her voice wasn’t a grateful one. “What is going on with you?” She turned and crossed her arms, looking up at me while I centered the gold frame before pulling away.
“What do you mean?” I cleared my throat, not sure if I even knew what I was doing.
“Don’t play coy,” she leaned back on her heel, anchoring her stance at me.
“We made a deal,” I answered, even though it was a half-assed one, but it was better than admitting what I was feeling. Or at least I thought it was…
“For the microwave. Mind you, that ends tomorrow,” she pointed out. “What’s with all the extra help suddenly?”
I hesitated, not sure what route I wanted to take.
“I realized you have more things you struggle with than just in the kitchen. I figured you’d be happy to be getting a bang for your buck.”
“Bang for my Buck?” she said back with a raised eyebrow, and I heard it even if I didn’t mean it that way. Or did I?
“Yeah, getting what you bargained for,” I swallowed thickly, seeing a new fire in her eye I didn’t understand.
“Bang for my buck, or are you trying to get a bang for your buck?” she said softly, taking a step forward.
I froze as our chests were inches from touching, and she looked up at me in a way that would make any man melt.
“It was the bet,” I cleared my throat, and the sound of something in the hall broke our attention from each other. “I should go check on that,” I stepped back, stabbing my thumb behind me but failing to pull my eyes from hers.
“Should you?” she shrugged, with a sly smirk on her lips.
I couldn’t help but stare when her tongue slowly came out to wet her lips. When I looked back at her eyes, all traces of annoyance were gone, and elements of lust took over.
“You hate me,” I stated, knowing- or at least thinking I knew- that this feeling of chemistry would ruin us if we gave into it.
“I don’t recall ever saying that,” she tilted her head to the side, never breaking eye contact with me.
“Actions speak louder than words,” I swallowed when the two-inch gap between us became one.
“Why so nervous?” she ignored me.
I hesitated because there were a million things going through my brain to answer why I was stiffening at the change in energy between us.
“We shouldn’t-”
“Actions speak louder than words, though. And hate to break it to ya, but your actions have been showing otherwise.” Her fingers brushed my chest, and I held back a shiver that threatened to escape. “I’ll stop if you want,” she offered, halting her hand in the middle of my sternum and looking up at me before smiling mischievously again. “But you have to say something.”
My jaw tensed, and I saw her trying to read the emotions on my face. Unlucky for her, she had just flipped a switch I don’t think she meant to touch.
I immediately turned and, with determination, walked to the door. I heard a subtle “pft” behind me like she was disappointed in my choice, but she was sorely wrong if she thought I was leaving now. She didn’t get to look at me with those eyes, bite those damn lips, and make threats she didn’t plan on following through with.
With a quick slam, I bolted the door handle and turned to look at her from my spot.
Now I had the upper hand, and her eyebrows were raising.
“It’s not nice to make threats,” I said lowly and took slow and careful steps closer. I could see her go rigid now. “Unless, of course, this is actually one of your promises. Either way, don’t say something you’ll regret following through with.”
“Should I regret it?” she hummed, and even if she looked more relaxed, I could tell she was still trying to read me and couldn’t quite follow if I was serious or teasing her back.
“How good is your judgment?” I asked, doubling my stride until my hands were on her hips, and she was pinned to me. A sharp intake was the instant response I got from her.
“I’m starting to wonder if it’s losing its edge right about now…” Her chest heaved in quick motions, but she tried to act as if unphased by the proximity.
“I’ll stop right now,” I mimicked her words from earlier, but not without lowering my face to hers and stopping mere centimeters from her lips. “But you have to speak up.”
Her breath was on my lips as her own parted, waiting for clarity to come back to her, but she stayed looking over my features, debating all her choices.
“Answer me this,” her hands slowly and delicately took my forearms as she held me in place, our hips brushing each other in close proximity. My hands couldn’t help but squeeze in a possessive manner on hers. “When did you realize it?”
“Realize what?” Our nearness made the tips of our noses brush, and the heat between us grew with each passing second.
“That you wanted this?” Her hands traveled up to my elbows, and she needily pulled me closer, causing our lower halves to slam in friction.
I stifled a low moan, even if it took all the willpower in my body to do so.
“Darling.” One of my hands on her waist moved to her lower back, and I pulled her in enough for our chest to connect next. The other hand released to come up and cup her jaw. “I’d be lying to you and myself if I said it hasn’t been a daydream of mine for a while.”
She tried to hide her smile by biting the inside of her cheek, and my thumb brushed over the movement.
“It’s taken you fucking forever to do something about it,” she replied breathily.
“Made it damn hard to know the feelings were mutual, doll,” I said back, looking down at her lips and keeping my attention there for a second longer to prove my point.
“Where’s the fun in easy?” she said, pulling me into her, and our lips crashed without hesitation.
I was hungry for something I’d been starved of for far too long, and the feeling seemed to be reciprocated on her end because the next thing I knew, we were pulling and tearing at each other’s clothes like they were on fire, and we had seconds to live before they consumed us.
“We should make more bets,” she said breathlessly as she moved feverishly to undo the buttons on her jeans.
“I agree, Pixie,” I huffed, throwing her shirt off before moving to take mine off next.
“I bet you can’t make me-”
“Oh, there are going to be a lot of things I’m gonna make you do after waiting this long. No bet’s necessary…”
I pushed her back on the bed, and she fell back on her elbows, looking up at me with wide eyes and a blushed complexion.
“I like the way you talk, Barnes. Now show me instead of telling me.”
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Meet cute (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)
Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, innocent!Reader, Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes
A/n: This is heavily based off of an interaction I had with a Bucky Barnes character on Chat Ai it was so hot so I had to recreate it of course.
Summary: You meet a handsome, flirty man on your way home from the library
Walking down the dirt road with a basket of the brand new book you just checked out, you were eager to get home so you could make yourself some tea and crack it open. Just then, you bumped into somebody.
You looked up to see a tall, handsome, muscular man with brown hair and steel blue eyes. You noticed how he looked you up and down, making you self conscious. You blushed at the action, nervously playing with the hem of your dress.
“That dress looks mighty fine on you.” He said. And you realized who he was. Bucky Barnes, the best friend of Captain America. What was he doing in your small town?
“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. I just go it yesterday.” You were nervous but also excited about what was happening right now.
“I bet you look beautiful in everything you wear.” He flirted, imagining you in a white teddy.
“Awww thank you, I appreciate it.” You said as you blushed and bit your bottom lip.
Bucky stepped closer, lowering his voice for only you to hear, “What’s a beautiful creature like you doing out here all by yourself?”
“I was just walking home from the library.” You responded, looking down at your feet.
“And what made you go at this time?” He took a step closer, his breath smelled like peppermints. “I-I needed to get a new book.” You stuttered.
“And did you find what you were in search of?” He asked, his eyes locked on yours as he put a hand on your waist.
“Yes I did.” Your breath hitched when you felt his large hand on your waist.
“What was it you needed?” He husked.
“A romance book… but I can’t tell you which one.” you stated nervously, not telling the full truth.
“And why’s that?” Bucky asked.
“It’s a…different kind of romance.”
“A specific kind of romance?” His eyes were noticeably darker, running a hand up your side, sending shivers down your spine.
“Yes, a smutty romance.” You blushed as you said it out loud. Confessing to the former winter soldier that you read smut?
“And what exactly do you like about this romance?” He pushed once more, wanting to get a reaction out of you. He stepped even closer, breathing at the nape of your neck. Causing you to shiver once more.
“I like the mature scenes…you know, the sex scenes?”
Bucky’s hand slowly crawled up your thigh, “And you enjoy reading the intimate scenes?”
Your breathing picked up, “Yes I do. I have no boyfriend so this is the next best thing.”
“No boyfriend, huh?” His voice was barely above a whisper and his face was just within inches of yours.
You gulped nervously, “No sir.”
“That’s a shame, isn’t it?” Bucky purred, standing so close he was practically on you.
You bit your bottom lip and clenched your thighs. “I mean, I guess. No boy has ever looked at me, they all want more experienced girls.”
“Well don’t worry pretty lady, you’re not alone.” He said, leaning closer to your ear and whispering, voice low and dark.
“R-really?” You squeaked.
He breathed down your neck, his a murmur in your ear.
“If I’m being honest I want nothing but you…”
“Oh my…but sir, I’m not experienced at all. I’m a virgin.” Goosebumps arose and your eyes filled with lust.
“We can change that.” He leaned in, his lips just above yours, once more his breath heavy but his expression was serious. Searching your eyes for a spark of want.
“Mmm…” you moaned, “I’d love to. I want you to dominate me, James.”
“Oh you do?” He purred darkly again, his hand coming to your cheek and his breath heavy.
“Yes, I’ll do anything.” You pathetically whined.
“Say it again.” He softly demanded.
“I want you to dominate me.” You stated more clearly this time.
“And just how you prefer to be dominated, sweet thing?” Bucky asked as he caressed your cheek.
“Being told what to do, being called a good girl.” You said, a little nervously.
A smile spread across Bucky’s face. His voice was low and seductive as he spoke, “Is that so? Do you want to be a good girl for me?”
You almost fell to your knees at his sentence, “Yes sir, I want to be a good girl for you so bad!” You cried desperately, lightly rubbing a hand over your wet, clothed core. Bucky pulled your hand out from under your dress, and pressed his lips against yours, his hands running through your hair. You moaned in his mouth.
“Hmm you like that?” He asked.
“Yes sir.” You replied.
“Call me James.” He whispered before leaning in, pulling you close and kissing you again.
“Call me that again.” He said, his voiced lower and darker.
“Yes, James I like it a lot!” You cried once again, desperate for him to do something to you. You almost forgot you were on the side of the road where anyone could see you.
“Tell you what. How about we go somewhere more…private.”
“Okay…my cottage is just down this road.” You pointed between the two orange trees that line a dirt path.
Bucky nodded and took your hand. “Lead the way, cutie.”
You lead the way to your cottage and closed the door. “So um, this is my home.” You gestured towards the small room that was both the kitchen and living room.
“A cozy place…you live here on your own?” He asked, his voice soft but still seductive and deep.
“Yes, I inherited it from my grandmother.” You replied.
Bucky nodded and stepped closer, “Well that’s just perfect.” He purred, his hands gently coming to her sides. “A small house all to yourself…but…where do you sleep?”
“My bedroom, sir.”
“Do you mind if I have a look?” He purred, tone deep has he held you closely.
“S-sure. Right this way.” You lead him to your bedroom, “This is it.”
“Very nice, very cozy.” He said.
Bucky stepped inside, closing the door behind him and turning to you.
“I think I’ll be spending the night here.” He purred, and his voice was even darker and seductive than before.
You blushed with wide, doe eyes. “Oh?”
“That sound good?” He asked. Bucky slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Y-yes sir, whatever you want.” You replied.
Bucky smirked, and finished unbuttoning his shirt, he looked down at you.
“So…how about we have a little fun?”
“Yes, I’d love to have fun with you. I’ll do anything you please, James.”
“Do you really mean that?” He mumbled and as he did so, he began to unbuckle his belt.
“I mean every word.” You responded.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He said, finishing unbuckling his belt and dropping it to his side as he held you closely.
He pressed his lips to yours again, and you moaned into his mouth, hands gripping his short hair. The two of you pulled away, breathless. And you dropped to your knees, watching him remove his pants and boxers. His large cock sprang free and your eyes widened at its size.
Bucky chuckled, and caressed your cheek, “Go on, babygirl. It’s all yours.”
You licked from the base to the tip before taking him in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth. He gripped your hair, throwing his head back and moaning in pleasure. “Such a good girl for me.” He groaned.
You pulled off of him when he pulled your hair back and made you stand up. He unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor, pooling at your feet. You were left in just a simple white bra and panties. Bucky groaned at the sight before unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere on the ground. He took sight at your perky tits, licking his lips before pulling a nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh.
You threw your head back and moaned at the new feeling, never have felt this before.
After he paid attention to both sides, he smashed his lips to yours and slowly started backing you up until your legs hit the bed. You fell onto it, and he grabbed your panties and pulled them down before aggressively spreading your legs. You were now only in your black Mary Jane shoes and your white socks.
Bucky licked a bold stripe against your wet pussy making you gasp. He ate you out like a man starving. The soldier flicked his tongue against your clit and you cried out as you felt the coil tighten then snap, cumming all over Bucky’s face.
Your breaths were shallow as you tried to breathe. “Good girl, you taste like heaven.” The brunette groaned.
He stood up, before propping your hips up and aligning his large cock to your tight entrance. “You ready, Bunny?” He husked and you nodded.
Bucky entered you at a slow pace, and you cried out as he bottomed out, you felt your cherry being popped just as it was described in the romance novels you read.
The pain quickly faded into pleasure though, as he began to fuck you hard. “So fuckin’ tight.” Bucky growled. He felt you clench around him as you came once again, causing him to shoot his load inside of you.
He flopped next to you on your bed and held you close, “I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
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𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 | 𝒃.𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: SonsBestFriend!Bucky x OlderWoman!reader
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: <1k
𝒂/𝒏: just a short little thot, I was high as a kite on pain meds when I wrote this so I don’t even know what this is. no beta, we die like men.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+, age gap (21ish!Bucky x mid-late 40s/early 50s!Reader), explicit language, phone sex, facetime sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, infidelity, a lil subby Bucky - minors do not interact.
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Ski trip phone sex
A buzzing from your bedside table wakes you up, grabbing your phone in the darkness you see an incoming call from Bucky.
“Bucky?” you mumble as you answer
“Shit sorry, did I wake you?” He whispers on the other end of the line
“Yes but it’s alright, don’t worry. Everything okay?” you match his volume
“Are you alone?” he asks, breathless
You look over to your husbands side of the bed, empty, and not for the first time this week “Yeah, yeah I’m alone”
“Needed to hear your voice” he practically whines on the other end of the line
“Bucky…”
“I can’t cum. I’m so fucking hard it hurts and I can’t cum. Just thought maybe-“ he’s cut off by the familiar beeping of an incoming video call. You hesitate for a second before flicking on the bedside lamp and accepting. You’re greeted by a desperate and needed looking Bucky
“Fuck, you look good” you know he means it, “hang on”
There’s fumbling on the other end of the call until you're placed down, it looks like you’re propped up on the pillows, the angle he’s at lets you see all of him. Bucky’s kneeling in the middle of the bed, his cock red and heavy between his legs. He sits back on his heels and you can see the precum leaking from his tip as it catches the dim light
“Say something, please, talk to me. I wanna hear you”
“Oh baby, that looks like it hurts” you’re not lying, he’s painfully hard
He nods furiously “Doesn’t feel as good when I’m not with you”
“Have I ruined your own hand for you?”
“Yes,” He’s stroking his cock, hips thrusting gently in time with his hand, eyes fluttering
“Have you been thinking about me?”
“Yeah, been thinkin’ ‘bout your pussy, love feelin’ you cumming round my cock, you get so fuckin’ tight” he squeezes the head as if trying to recreate the feel of you
You can’t help but slip a finger between your legs at the sight, pressing against your bundle of nerves. “Ah”
Bucky’s eyes snap open at your sound “Are you…? Fuck”
“Mmmh, so wet Bucky” you reposition yourself against your pillows, the duvet slipping down to reveal your bare breasts “What about my mouth? Have you thought about that?” Bucky let’s out a pained groan, “Putting me on my knees and fucking my throat?”
“Shit” Bucky hisses, fist pumping his leaking cock faster “you’d let me do that?”
“oh Buck I’d love you to, make me choke on your cock” Bucky’s eyes are squeezed shut, mouth hanging open. His bare chest glistens with sweat and the muscles in his thighs are strained. “Look at you, so pretty like this, all for me”
“Yeah, all for you” Bucky pants “Oh God, I’m so close, s’right there” Bucky increases his pace, frantic and desperate.
You bring your wetness to your clit, circling gently, already closer than you expected. “Not yet, wait until I say”
“I can’t, please, I can’t. I’m gonna cum” His voice is tight, high and breathless.
“Wait.” you increase your speed, watching Bucky on the screen, whining, teetering on the edge of bliss, sweat slicked and flushed, looking delightful. You feel the approach of your orgasm, the building pleasure radiating from your core
“Come for me Buck” you can barely get the words out through your harsh breaths but the second you’re done speaking Bucky cries out, thrusting twice into his fist, shaking violently from the force of his climax
“Yes, I’m cu– fuck, yes” He doesn’t care about the noise he’s making, doesn’t give a shit it’s your son on the other side of the wall, your son that’s likely just heard him get off with your help.
“That’s it, good boy” your praise pulls one final thrust from him and the burn of your orgasm spreads throughout you, your blood fire and you know you’re going to come. “Gonna cum Buck, fuck, wish it was you getting me off, wish it was your fingers and your cock. Oh”
You can’t help the arch of your back or the choked cry you let out as your orgasm overwhelms you.
“Shit, you look so good when you come” Bucky pants on the other end of the phone, fist and chest covered in his release, eyes heavy
“Mmhh, feeling better now?” You ask through heavy breaths
Bucky nods, grinning “Thanks, that was exactly what I needed” he surveys the mess he’s made “haven’t come so hard since the last time we…”
Bucky blushes at the mention of your previous activities.
You’ve not talked about it, waking up with Bucky’s arm wrapped around you protectively, you’d mentioned it wasn’t a mistake but you needed to be careful, you couldn’t risk your husband or son finding out.
Bucky had kissed you in a way that made your knees weak and your heart flutter. Then he’d spent the next two days throwing you heated looks and touching you whenever possible, fingers brushing when you handed him something, a hand on your back as he squeezed by you in the kitchen, offering to help you with the laundry, where he’d lifted you onto the machine, stuffed a pair of clean panties in your mouth and buried his head between your legs, making you come twice.
The next morning you’d dropped him and your son at the airport for their new years ski trip, he’d kissed you, making sure your son wasn’t looking as his hand slipped down your back and pulled you against him with a grip on your arse that was bound to leave a bruise.
“Did you mean what you said?” He reaches for his discarded T-shirt, wiping himself off
“Did I mean what?” you tease
“You gonna let me put you on your knees and fuck your throat?” He settles himself back against the pillows
“Of course” you smile
A grin spreads across his face “so when can I see you next?”
𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊 - ♡.
𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒊𝒊 - ♡.
𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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Could we get Bucky and y/n smut? If you're comfortable writing that ❤️
I’m assuming that this request is for is it a crime? Because that is what I’m going to write it for!
Warning: smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving),a touch of orgasm denial, lil bit of angry sex, unprotected sex (be safe, wrap it up)
A/N: I don’t consider myself a great smut writer but also practice makes perfect so here we go!
Minors DNI!!!!!
Bucky walked straight to your room, ignoring the other that were sitting in the living room. He was fuming. News travels fast and in less than 20 minutes he’d heard how reckless you had been. Again. So when he got to your bedroom door he didn’t knock. Instead he just opened the door and pushed it with so much force that it slammed against the wall and almost closed on him.
You turned to look at him, your hair still wet from the shower you had just gotten out of. The only thing keeping you covered was the towel around your body. Bucky’s piercing blue eyes sent a chill up your spine as he looked you up and down. But once he looked you in the eyes you could barely see the blue in his. Neither of you said a word for just a moment. You see his jaw clench and his hands make a fist a few times and you smirk.
With a quick movement the towel falls to the floor leaving you bare, just for him. Bucky walks in and closed the door behind him and locks it. He closes the distance between you and you shudder that the feeling of his left hand on your waist. Your hands travel up his chest and rest on his shoulders. And suddenly his lips are on yours, urgent and greedy.
You don’t have to move much since you were already standing by your bed. Bucky pushes you down and your back hits the mattress. You watch as Bucky removes his leather jacket and then his black t-shirt before moving to hover over you. No words need to be exchanged, he was angry and you knew it. But you wanted to apologize. It had never been your intention to almost get caught by Pierce and you knew Bucky needed to feel you. To know you were still there with him. You needed to feel him too, you needed to feel safe.
So when you feel his lips on your neck you move your head to the side to give him more access. Bucky pulls whimpers and moans from you as his tongue swirls around your pebbled peaks. He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses along your chest as he moves to your other breast. His hands move and knead at the soft flesh of your waist before traveling down to your hips. When you look down you find him already looking at you.
You feel a fire, deep in your belly as he kisses your mound. A hand on each of your thighs as he spreads your legs to have better access to your already glistening pussy.
“Already so wet for me.”
With a groan he licks a stripe from your weeping entrance up before wrapping his lips around your little bundle of nerves and sucking, hard. You gasped as Bucky teased your entrance with two fingers before slowly pushing in. The familiar feeling of an impending orgasm starts to rise as you move your hips against Bucky’s fingers. His words are a mixture of praise and filth as he quickens his pace. His name on your lips the closer you get to the edge, and just as your about to orgasm you feel him stop his movements and pull back.
“What the fuck?” You glare at him.
“Oh, you think you deserve to come after that stunt you pulled?” He asked as he moved back up your body. You feel the heat radiating off of him, it’s a welcome warmth.
You open your mouth to reply but Bucky takes the opportunity to put his fingers in your mouth.
“Clean up your mess.”
A moan escapes you as you taste yourself when your tongue swirls around his fingers. While Bucky’s attention was on your mouth, you took the chance and pulled on his belt before undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. Bucky pulls back and kneels between your legs. He pulls down his jeans and boxers allowing his cock to spring free.
You bite your bottom lip as you sit up. There is already a bead of precum that you want to taste. As your hand reaches for him, Bucky grabs your wrist and moves over you to force you lay back down. He pins both of your hands above your head. His right hand holding both of yours while he pumps himself twice with his left. He lines himself up with your entrance and you moan as you feel the tip of his cock. In one quick motion he bottoms out.
Feeling so full so quickly you felt like Bucky punched the air out of your lungs. You flutter around him but he doesn’t move right away and it drives you crazy. When you turn to look at him he has a smirk on his face.
“Please…”
“Please what baby?” He coos as he runs his nose from your jaw to your ear.
“Move…please.”
“You sure about that?”
You whine as you try to move yourself but his weight has you pinned down.
“Yes, Please.”
He doesn’t respond, instead Bucky pulls back and in another quick motion he thrusts back in, bottoming out again. He keeps this rhythm up and every time he hits that spongy spot inside that makes you see stars and you’re close again.
“Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight baby.”
“Please… Bucky.”
“You wanna come, Hhmm?”
“Yes, yes, yes” you ramble as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“You’re so close baby, I can feel it.”
He’s made you into a moan, writhing mess underneath him and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You want to touch him, bring him closer to you as you finally get the relief you were denied before but he still has you hands pinned. Just as the coil that’s wound up so tightly in your belly is about to snap Bucky stops, again.
You let out a frustrated whine and when you open your eyes he’s smirking down at you.
“No fair.”
“Seems pretty fair to me. You should get punished for being so reckless.” He says as he lets your hands go. He reaches up and grabs a pillow and as he sit back on his haunches he puts the pillow under your hips.
“James, if you don’t make me cum I’ll find someone else to do it.”
If he could push your buttons you could push them right back. His smirk disappears from his face and it’s replaced with a scowl. He brings his thumb up to start to form small slow circles on your clit.
“You really think I’m gonna let someone else have my pussy?”
“If they get the-“ you stop what you’re saying when Bucky starts to move again. A quicker pace than before but still just as hard. He grips your hips with enough force you’re sure there’ll be bruises there the next day.
“Maybe I shouldn’t let you come for a week. How about that?”
You shake you’re head as your fist the sheets under you. His name slips from your lips over an over as you wrap your legs around his waist. When Bucky finally moved to hover over you again you wrap your arms around him. Your nails dig into his back. He moans your name in your ear.
Again you begin to feel that coil tighten in your belly and your legs shakes slightly. You feel Bucky move his hand back to your clit and begin to form little circles.
He bumps his nose against yours and you feel his breath against your lips. A few quick kisses are shared between you.
“You wanna come baby?”
“Yes.. please… Wanna come.”
“Come on my cock.” He moans when he feels you tighten around him.
The rush of pleasure washes over you. Your eyes shut and your arms around Bucky as he lets you ride your high. After a few more thrusts you feel him spill into you. His head is hidden in the crook of your neck and you feel his lips on you.
Slowly he pulls out and lays next to you. You both panting as you lay there. The bed dips but you’re suddenly too tired to turn and see what Bucky was doing. But you should have know since he’s always so caring afterwards. You feel the warm wet cloth between your legs and the. You feel a shift under you and then the bed dip again. His arms are around you and he pulls you up against his chest before pulling the covers over both your naked forms.
“You know I came over to argue with you.” Bucky says with a little chuckle.
“I know, Steve messaged me when you left.”
His hand, which had been moving up and down your arm stops. Bucky pulls back to look down at you and finds you smiling up at him.
“You were waiting on me naked on purpose?”
“Yup. I had a shitty day and didn’t feel like arguing with you.”
“You’re a little shit you know that.” He says with a laugh.
“But you love me.”
“I do, I love you.”
“I love you too.” You say with a content sigh as you cuddle into his side some more.
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Bucky Barnes p.links
> Dom!bucky w a spit kink
> Dom!bucky letting his frustrations out on you
> Dom!bucky + overstimulation
> Bucky always getting you to squirt
> Getting needy out on a mission
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Good Girl.
Bucky Barnes x Reader
18+
Word count: 1.2k
Content warnings: oral sex (m receiving), pet names, size kink (like one comment), daddy kink, saliva, fingering, cum play, praise, begging, dirty talk, degradation (calls reader a ‘slut’), dom!bucky/sub!reader, he gets kinda rough
I apologize in advance for this but this picture made me feral.
“Please.” You whimper.
You squirmed impatiently from where you kneeled, your cheek rested against one of Bucky’s thick thighs as he looked down at you with a smug smirk painted on his face.
“You’ll have to do better than that, baby girl.”
He runs his large hand through your hair, smoothing it back off your face. “C’mon angel, like you mean it.”
You huff, your breath ghosting across the dusting of dark hair along his thighs as you stare hungrily at his cock where it stood impossibly hard and merely inches from your face.
So close you could taste it.
But only if you begged him well enough.
“Please.” You whisper, tearing your focus away from his beautiful dick and glancing up at him with longing eyes. “Please let me suck your cock.”
The hand that was so tenderly caressing your hair just moments ago snatched a handful by the roots and drew you forward, dragging your face along his heavy sack.
“I said, like you mean it.” He repeated firmly.
“P-please daddy!” You whined. “Please let me suck your cock. I need it, please!”
He let out a breathy chuckle and released his grip on your hair, leaning back in his seat and stroking himself lazily. “Good girl.” He said in a low voice, tapping the weeping tip against your bottom lip.
“Open.”
Your jaw fell slack immediately and you barely had enough time to suck in a breath before his hand was in your hair again, twisting your locks around it. He pushed your head down firmly, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of your throat and triggering a gag that had you drawing back slightly on instinct. His grip on your hair tightened.
“No, you can take it baby.” He murmured, lifting a hand to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “I know it’s big, angel. But you’re my good girl, you can take all of my cock, can’t you?”
You hummed at his praise, and inhaled through your nose, relaxing your throat enough to allow yourself to take him to the base, his pubic hair brushing against the tip of your nose.
A low rumble of satisfaction rose up from his chest at your warm, wet mouth taking his cock so well. “There you go. I knew you could do it.” He crooned, pulling you back by your hair before forcing you back down again.
You hollow your cheeks, bobbing up and down rhythmically as your tongue slid across the underside of his shaft. His head falls back and his grip on your hair loosened as he let out a moan so sweet that your pussy began to ache with need. You curl your hand around the base, pulling off of him with a wet ‘pop’ before descending on his cockhead, swirling your tongue around it.
You pump him with your hand, his length slick with your saliva and tease his slit with the tip of your tongue, groaning at the taste of his salty precum.
His eyes are locked on you, committing your every move to memory and you can feel it. Your eyes flick up to meet his and you hold his gaze as you flatten your tongue and lick up the full length of him. The look on his face as he watches you has your wet cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for stimulation. His brows knitted, his lips parted as he draws in shaky breaths only serves to spur you on further and you descend on him again, clenching your thighs together in an attempt to soothe the needy throb between your legs.
The way you’re squirming on your knees isn’t lost on him and he grunts, reaching out to brush your hair back from your face.
“Touch yourself, angel.”
Your eyes snap up to look at him as you work your mouth on his cock and he tilts his head to the side. “I want to watch you touch your pretty pussy while I fuck your mouth.” He breathes out, carding his hands in your hair again. You moan in response, widening your stance and dipping your hand between your legs, slipping two fingers between your folds.
He assumes control now, bobbing your head up and down on his cock by your hair to allow you to focus on chasing your own pleasure while he uses your mouth to reach his.
You gather your slick and rub circles on your clit, your whole body nearly thrumming with sensation from how wet and desperate you already are. You moan loudly around his cock and he gasps, tipping his head back. “You’re so horny, aren’t you?” He asks, tightening his hold on you. “Sucking my cock probably has you soaked, doesn’t it? Fuck, you’re such a slut.” He groans, beginning to rock his hips in sync with how he’s moving your head.
You moan again and slip two fingers inside your cunt, pumping them in and out, curling them to try to hit that sweet spot. He holds your head still and fucks himself up into your mouth, working to match the pace at which you’re vigorously fingering yourself. He’s panting, thrusting erratically with his head resting against his shoulder as he watches you touch yourself. His cock hits the back of your throat over and over again, saliva pooling in your mouth as you gag and dribbling down your chin, making a slobbery mess all over his balls.
”You’re so perfect. You take my dick so well, baby.” He mumbles. You hum and fuck your fingers into your cunt faster, bringing your other hand down to massage your clit. “Fuck. I can hear how wet you are.” He groans, his biceps flexing as he keeps your head still, reveling in the soft squelching noise of you pumping your fingers into your pussy.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” He moans, his hips stuttering and his cock twitching against your tongue. “You don’t get to swallow until you come.” He warns, choking back a shout and pushing your face down to meet the base of his cock as it throbs and fills your mouth with his warm, salty cum. You release him and lean back on your heels, opening your mouth so he can see his pearly white seed on your tongue while your fingers work you towards your own orgasm. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, his chest rising and falling as his breathing begins to steady in his afterglow.
The way he’s watching you is almost like a predator watching its prey. His eyes are hungry and his mouth is agape, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. You feel that familiar sensation blooming low in your abdomen and you work your fingers faster on your clit, chasing the pleasure rising up your spine until it bursts and floods your entire body with white-hot euphoria.
“Swallow.” He commands, reaching out and cupping your jaw with his hand. Your mouth snaps shut and you swallow, the taste of him lingering on your tongue.
The corners of his mouth twitch up into a smirk and he leans down, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good girl.” He whispers against your ear, goosebumps crawling across your skin in response. “Such a fucking good girl.”
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This song makes me want to make a smutty series/compilation of all my favorite fictional men who give me this energy. A mix of reader and OCs. Just let my creativity flow and write what feels good. Intrusive thoughts and all 🤪
Just look at the lyrics while you listen:
You fit
Better than a pair of jeans, baby
Fill me up better than a feast, baby (yeah)
Don't think I could ever let you leave, baby, yeah
You fit
Like your mama made you just for me, baby (yeah)
Stroke making me forget to breathe, baby
That face looking like a seat, baby
Yeah, yeah
Only been about a month but my body been on this is baby daddy, baby
'Cause I might let you do it, I might let you shoot it
'Cause she need some milk (yeah)
She need some real, real bad (real what?)
Real bad (real bad, yeah)
My ego get built up
'Cause I can get you bricked up
Like I'm buildin' a crib up with no effort
We can play house, no pressure
Call me mama, I'll call you papa (yeah)
We can pop off
We can pause if you need it
I get conceited when you say that she the best, say it again
She the best (say it again)
She the best (say it again)
She the best
And take me to bed (yeah)
'Cause you fit (yeah)
Better than a pair of jeans, baby (ooh-ooh)
Fill me up better than a feast, baby
Don't think I could ever let you leave, baby (yeah, yeah, oh)
You fit
Like your mama made you just for me, baby (mama made you just for me, baby)
That stroke making me forget to breathe, baby (breathe)
And that face looking like a seat, baby
Yeah, yeah
The atoms between us have melted away, and we're one tonight, yeah
When I see the white of your eyes, I know I, I'm doing it right, yeah
I love how you coach me when I'm close to the peak, yeah
And I feel you growing, my love, how you hold back for me
Yeah, I get conceited when you say that I'm the best, say it again
You the best (say it again)
You the best (say it again)
You the best
And take me to bed
You fit (baby)
Better than a pair of jeans, baby (better than a pair of jeans, baby)
Fill me up better than a feast, baby (better than a feast, baby)
Don't think I could ever let you leave, baby (don't think I could ever let you leave)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you fit (you fit, yeah, yeah)
Like your mama made you just for me, baby (just for me, baby)
That stroke making me forget to breathe, baby (ooh, ooh)
That face looking like my favorite seat
Just for me, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Sometimes I just crave slow, soft, gentle… nothing extra, nothing special, no spanking, no choking, no slapping or teasing, no games…
Just you and me...
Soft kisses and loving smile’s….sweet words while we just feel each other…
Your hands gently touching everywhere they can reach…fingertips tracing goosebumps up my skin…you whispering my name as I whisper yours…
I love you so much…
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i'm already planning part 4 of milk and honey and jesus christ i'm excited
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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, p in v, afab!reader, fingering, slight angst, not proofread, grammatical errors
✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it. This piece doesn't have any specific character so you can picture anyone with it. Characters that are tagged are from my own personal preference.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!
☞ 𝐇/𝐍 ➤ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
He held her tightly as he pressed his head into her hair. He took in her scent and was immediately transported two years back into the past. He remembered the moments they shared as if it was yesterday. He couldn't find his words, he just closed his eyes and smiled.
He was finally back with her, and nothing else in the world mattered but her. He savored the feeling of holding her close to him, letting their hearts beat in sync as they basked in this moment of tranquility. He kissed her forehead softly before speaking up.
"I never realized how much I missed you until now," he confessed with a warm smile on his face.
"I want us to try again." She sobbed. He held her hand tightly and led her into his room. He couldn't stop smiling as they walked to his room, and he turned on the lights.
He let go of her for a second, looking around the room. His bedroom was still the same from two years back; except that there was no one lying and hugging him from behind anymore. He turned around and hugged her from the back, his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed her.
His heart melted at the feeling of her in his arms once again. He held onto her tightly, knowing that this time around, they would make it work.
"I love you," he whispered into her hair as he nuzzled her neck softly. "I don't think I ever stopped."
She felt her body grow hot as his lips made contact with her neck, the familiar feeling brought pleasure to her and it made her want him more. His breath hitched when he felt her respond to his touch. He leaned in further, kissing and suckling on her neck as their passion ignited once again.
"So fucking beautiful," he whispered huskily against her skin before pulling away with a determined look in his eyes. "Just for me. All for me."
H/N mouth went down to every inch of her neck. His lips gently kissed her neck, then nibbled on it, and then sucked on it. The feeling of her moaning in pleasure as his tongue worked its magic sent chills down his body. He couldn't seem to get enough of her as he pulled her closer, his hands grabbing and holding onto her hips as he started to bite harder, slowly driving her crazy.
He let out a low growl of satisfaction as he felt her surrender to his touch. He continued to bite and suck on her neck, leaving love marks all over her beautiful skin.
H/N couldn't believe he was doing this again after two years. Her pleasure and desire were infectious and he started getting addicted to it. He continued leaving marks on her skin, moving his lips up to her ear. He whispered dirty words into her ear, making her whimper even more.
"You like that?" he asked huskily before leaning in closer, flicking his tongue over one of her hardened nipples through the fabric of her clothes. "Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want."
"Take me." She replied and he did. He placed her body onto the soft surface of his bed, his huge body hovering above her. He took off her clothes, all of it, with haste, eager to witness her body again.
He felt his cock twitch when he heard her moan his name. His heartbeat increased as the lust between them rose. He stared at her with excitement and passion. She was more beautiful than he ever remembered, and as he looked at her, he knew he could never let her go again. He lay on the bed with her, his heavy body pressing against her gentle touch, his hands all over her body.
He moved his hips, grinding against her gently before capturing one of her nipples between his teeth.
"You belong to me," he murmured darkly while tracing a line down towards her wet core with his fingers. "And I won't let anyone else have you." He pushed in two fingers immediately, earning a hoarse yelp from her. “Fuck—H/N…” his mouth stayed on one of her nipples, sucking on it, as he finger fucks her, her body writhing in pleasure.
He watched with satisfaction as her body responded to his touch. He slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her tight channel, feeling the walls of her pussy grip onto him. "That's it, baby," he moaned against her breast before withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself at her entrance once again. "You're so fucking wet for me."
She couldn't believe she was so turned on by H/N, even more so than the first time they were together. The sound of their bodies rubbing against each other. “Baby...”
His voice grew hoarse as he continued pleasuring her. He took out his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, tasting her from his hand.
“God, you taste so fucking sweet.” He growled. He placed his head in between her thighs and licked her wet cunt. Her eyes rolled back further in the pleasure of having H/N eat her out.
She gripped his hair and closed her thighs around his head, locking them in place. He licked her folds and sucked her wet core, filling the room with slurping sounds.
H/N moaned in approval as he felt her body tense beneath him. He lifted his head, gazing at her flushed face before moving down to capture one of her nipples between his lips. "That's it, baby," he whispered against her skin while circling his tongue around the hardened nub. "Give me everything you have."
H/N got a taste of her, and she was sweeter than anything. She felt herself burst and her body was flooded with an intense amount of pleasure. She squirted onto his mouth, making him chuckle. He watched her body tremble from overstimulation and he's proud that he did that.
He unzipped his pants; his long and thick hard cock sprung out, pulsing, with pre-cum oozing on its tip. He groaned as he watched her orgasm wash over her. He couldn't wait to feel the same intensity himself.
"You look so fucking beautiful when you cum," he murmured before positioning his cock at her entrance once again and pushing in slowly, filling her up with each inch. "I'm going to make sure we stay connected like this from now on."
He pushed all of his length inside of her. Her breathing ceased as she took all of his length inside, her walls stretching around his cock, memorizing it, adjusting to it. “S-So fucking b-big.” She choked out, his cock filled her all the way so that she could almost feel it on her throat.
He smirked at her reaction to his size. He loved knowing that he could take her breath away with just one look or touch. "That's right," he murmured huskily before pulling out slowly, only to thrust back in harder this time around. "Fucking take all of it like a good girl."
She gasped, her walls stretching around his fat cock, adjusting to his size. “Ohhhhh—fuck…,” He placed his thumb on her clit to add more pleasure as he slowly goes in and out of her. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against hers. “choke me please… fucking choke me…”
He loved hearing her voice growing louder as he continued to fill her up. He wrapped one of his hands around her neck, using just enough pressure to cut off her air supply. "That's it, baby," he growled out while grinding against her hips roughly. "Tell me you want it."
“W-Want it. Want it so f-fucking bad.” She replied, drunk. His hips were slamming hard against her cunt, pounding in on her so fucking rough. She gagged for air, her tits bouncing around as H/n thrust in continuously, fucking her hard and messy.
He felt a surge of power and desire as he watched her breasts jiggle with each thrust. He could feel his control slipping away, but he didn't care. "You belong to me," he growled out before picking her up brusquely by the hips and slamming her back down onto him again, harder than ever before. "And I'm going to make sure you fucking remember that."
At the same time, he continued thrusting into her relentlessly, reaching deeper than ever before as he claimed what was rightfully his–not just her body but also her mind and soul.
Eyes locked onto each other, they lost themselves in the primal dance of domination and surrender, fueled by their mutual need for completion and fulfillment. The world around them seemed to fade away, replaced by an intense vortex of sensation that left nothing untouched or unsatisfied.
She felt her mind going black at the amount of pleasure she was feeling. “G-od f-fuck… y-yes.” She choked out as he continues to fuck her roughly.
With each thrust that pushed deeper inside her, he could feel the tension building up within him too – this was exactly what they needed; an explosion of passion and desire that would bind them together forevermore. And when she finally came apart underneath him, crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her, he knew that there was nothing else left standing between them but love and devotion.
"Fuck yes," H/N growled, letting go of any remaining restraint as he pounded into her harder still. His release was imminent now - he could feel it building up deep within his core, demanding to be set free.
And then it hit him like a tidal wave - an overwhelming flood of raw emotion and physical intensity that threatened to consume both of them entirely. With one final, powerful thrust that drove him even deeper into her warmth, he let himself go completely - burying himself to the hilt and filling her up with every last drop of his essence.
As their bodies quivered from the force of their climaxes, he held onto her tightly, his mouth pressed against hers in a fierce kiss that sealed their bond.
He could feel the last vestiges of control slipping away as he was consumed by her passion. He kissed her back fiercely, their tongues tangling in a sensual dance that left them both breathless.
"I love you," he murmured against her lips before collapsing onto his side beside her, still buried deep inside her. "Always have."
𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.
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