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ohbuckysmetalarm · 2 years

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WITHIN THESE WALLS

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky hears you every night… he’s had enough

Warnings: SMUT [Masturbation (f), Mention of vibrator use, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), Slight cum play, P in V sex, Unprotected sex, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Metal arm kink, Slight size kink, Very brief aftercare]; EXPLICIT LANGUAGE; FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Word Count: 2367

a/n: I actually love roommate!bucky x reader and if you guys want more of this let me know, I will gladly write more!! 😏 Whether that be writing a part two or writing something completely different. I also wanna write a fluffy smut or smutty fluff?? story. Maybe that’ll be in part two if that’s something anyone wants? Anyway, thanks you for the love you’ve given me already!! ❤️❤️

Another long-ass work day! You work as a secretary for your dad’s big company. You didn’t feel like trying to apply for a job, so when he offered a spot to you, you jumped for joy at the opportunity. It’s not a permanent situation, more something that’ll look good on an application. Little did you know, it’s not a great job. You sit at a desk all day answering phones or greeting people who walk in for a meeting. And on numerous occasions you’ve had people call frustrated about something and you have to try to fix their problem, but they take all their anger out on you. It’s extremely stressful. So when you go home you release that stress the best you can… With a vibrator or your fingers. You’re pretty quiet, if you do say so yourself. You have to be, you share an apartment with one of your closest friends. Turns out tonight you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were…

-BUCKY-

Bucky picks up his phone to see the time and grunts in frustration. Just past midnight. You’ve been going for forty minutes now, from the sound of it you get real close but then you groan in frustration. Bucky smirks to himself. Seems the princess can’t get herself off anymore. He hears you groan out for the third time and then he hears something hit the wall. And then silence before a moan. Bucky moves closer to the shared wall, and thanks to the super hearing he hears the wet sounds your cunt is making. It makes his cock twitch and he brings one of his hands down to palm himself through his shorts.

“Fuck,” he breathes out as he rubs himself. What is she doing to me? He thinks. Bucky needs more, he goes to take his cock out of his shorts and then he hears the greatest thing.

“Oh, Bucky, please!” You moan out loud.

And that’s what does it for him. He quickly pulls back his hand and gets up, making his way to your room.

-Y/N-

Your vibrator didn’t help at all, just made you more needy. Once the vibrator hit the wall you regretted it. Bucky was sleep in the room next to yours.

Bucky. Goddamn, that man can get you going. Those eyes; you wanna see what they look like five shades darker, pupils blown wide. You wanna know if he squeezes them shut when he cums. That mouth; he says the sweetest things, call you the sweetest names, but you’ve heard just how filthy it really is when he brings the occasional one night stand over. Those fingers, especially those metal ones; you wonder how the cool would feel inside your warm pussy. And that’s what riles you back up. You circle your clit and let out a quiet moan. And then you plunge two fingers into your dripping heat.

“Oh, Bucky, please!” You plead into the open space of your room. Not even caring, too lost in the pleasure to think twice about the volume of your voice, to hear your door open, or hear Bucky walk toward your bed.

“Havin’ fun there, sugar?”

Your eyes fly open to see Bucky looking down at you with a smirk on his beautiful face. Curses to whoever made this man so fucking fine.

Your mouth goes dry, and your mind seems to go blank. You keep your fingers stuffed inside of you and you just stare at the god of a man in front of you.

Bucky leans down and takes your fingers out of you, brings them up to his mouth, and sucks them clean.

“Wha- What are y-you doing?”

“Shh. It’s okay.” Bucky grabs the chair by your desk and pulls it to the bed to sit. “I wanna see you make yourself cum, pretty girl.”

Is this a fucking dream? Did you die and go to heaven? What the actual fuck is happening? “I- I don’t-”

Bucky grabs hold of your wrist and leads it to your dripping hole and releases you. “Play with yourself, babygirl. I wanna see you make yourself feel good.”

You slowly enter two fingers inside of you before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist again. “Don’t be greedy. One finger, plum.”

That pet name. It makes you melt. And you whimper. That sound seemed to do something to the super soldier because it causes his breath to hitch.

You slide your index finger into your cunt and let out a shiver. You slowly thrust it in and out, but it’s not enough.

Bucky knows it, “Add another finger, y/n.”

You happily do as he says and slide another finger in.

“Curl your fingers, make yourself feel good. Need to hear those beautiful moans leave those pretty lips.” You do as he says and let out a loud moan. You set a steady rhythm; switching from pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy and massaging your g-spot. You look down to Bucky’s raging hard-on and then look back up to his eyes pleadingly. “What is it, babygirl?”

You let out a whine.

“You gotta use your words,” he smirks.

What are words again? Your brain is too fogged up to understand much of anything, except the instructions Bucky gives you to pleasure yourself. And then it hits you. “I- I wanna see your cock, Bucky. Please!”

“Good girl.” You let out a whine at that and feel yourself become more wet if that’s even possible at this point in time. You speed up your actions and your legs begin to tremble ever so slightly. Bucky smirks at the reaction you give at the praise. “You gonna cum for me, y/n?”

You nod at his words.

“Be a good girl and cum.” And you do, the coil tightening unbelievably tight before snapping, a crazy-intense orgasm rushing over you. You squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure. A couple minutes pass and then you feel the bed dip with Bucky’s weight. You slowly open you eyes and you’re met with his blue ones in between your legs. You don’t even notice he’s stripped himself of all his clothing. He maintains eye contact with you as he lowers closer and closer to you core.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so pretty when you cum for me. Can’t wait to taste you.” You can feel his breath hit your heat with every word he says and you just want him to ruin you.

Bucky lowers further till his nose bumps your clit and he’s slurping up all you have to offer him. You tremble from the feeling of his tongue on you. He licks a long stripe from your aching hole to your clit and wraps his lips around the sensitive bud, pulling a loud moan form your throat. And then you feel a cool finger prodding at your entrance and you feel another wave of ecstasy run through you at the thought. The amount of times you’ve fantasized about his metal arm; him choking you, soothing your asscheek after he spanks you for not being his good girl, and last but certainly not the least him fingering you. You want him to fuck you with those fingers so fucking bad and you start to squirm and quietly whimper.

Bucky lets off your clit, and you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. “What is it, babygirl?” He’s still looking into your eyes. Never breaking eye contact.

You throw your head back and let out a moan.

He just chuckles lightly. “That good, huh? Don’t even have to touch you to get you off.”

“Bucky,” your voice comes out broken. And if you weren’t so needy you would have been embarrassed.

“Yes?”

“I- I need you to fuck me with your fingers.”

He brings up his flesh fingers to circle around your entrance. “This what you want, y/n?”

You shake your head.

“What do you want?” He smirks up at you, and you can’t decide if you want to slap him or ride him.

“I want your metal fingers, James. Please, I need it!”

“Good girl.” And with that he plunges two of his metal fingers inside of you and the stretch feels absolutely amazing. “You’re so beautiful stuffed with my fingers, wonder how you’ll look stuffed with my cock.”

You clench around his fingers. It’s better than you imagined. The stark contrast of his cool fingers inside your wet heat has got to be one of the greatest feelings on the planet. When he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot you throw your head back and let out a scream. Bucky’s quick to shift up your body and steal your lips in a searing kiss.

You feel his length on your thigh, and he feels heavy. You break the kiss and look down, the first time you’ve seen him. And, fuck he’s huge. “There’s no way that’s gonna fit.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, pretty girl. We’ll make sure it fits.” Bucky adds a third finger as he places his lips on your yours, and you know you won’t last much longer. Bucky knows you are getting close, he trails his lips down your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and that’s what seems to push you over the edge. You cum around his fingers with a shout of his name.

Bucky slows the pace of his fingers to ride you through your high. Once your breathing slows Bucky gives you a light peck on your lips before slowly sliding his fingers out of your dripping hole.

He sits up so he’s on his knees in between your legs and brings his metal hand down to his cock, using your slick to cover his dick. You whine from the scene in front of you. He slowly pumps himself a few times before lining himself up at your entrance. Bucky looks into your eyes as he slowly enters you inch by inch. The stretch brings a light pain; Bucky is by far the biggest and thickest cock you’ve ever taken. Once he’s bottomed out you both let a moan. “Shit, y/n. You’re so tight and warm. I could stay inside you forever.”

You squeeze your eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure. “Oh, Bucky. You’re so big! Move, please.”

He slowly pulls almost all the way out, only the head still inside of you before thrusting back in. He hits a spot deep inside you, and you can’t comprehend anything at this point.

“I swear, babygirl. You were made for me. I- fuck- just look at how well you’re takin’ me.”

You look down at where you’re connected and let out a loud, shaky moan, ready to cum just from the sight. Bucky sets a steady pace. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back into you.

“You gonna cum, y/n? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my cock? God, I can feel you clenchin’ me so good.”

“BUCKY!”

“It’s okay, I got you. Cum for me, y/n. Cum.” And just like that the rope inside you snaps and you let out a shout as you cum around Bucky. “Good girl, y/n. You’re so fucking good for me.” He picks up his pace and you become a babbling mess. Telling Bucky to slow down, but at the same time asking for more. “I think you’re gonna take whatever I give you, huh?” He gives a particular harsh thrust.

“Oh, yes. Bucky!”

“We’ll have to see just how far you can go some day.”

If you weren’t so delirious from the pleasure you would have taken a moment to comprehend what he just said. But the way he’s slamming into makes your brain turn to mush.

“Are you gonna be my good girl?”

“Yes, I’ll be your good girl!” You’d be his girl period.

“Look at me, babygirl.”

And you do as he says, his blue eyes making you completely forget about the reality you’re in, too lost in his eyes. He sets a rapid, bruising pace of his hips slamming into yours. He slowly circles your clit with two of his fingers. The difference in the pace of his cock and his fingers makes your legs begin to shake. His thrust grow more erratic and you know he’s close.

You clench around him to draw a grunt from him, wanting nothing more than to see what he looks like when he cums deep inside your cunt.

“I’m gonna cum,” Bucky says breathily.

“I need you to cum, Bucky.”

His hips stutter at your words and he swears he was just seconds away from falling over. You sit up a bit to whisper in his ear, “Cum with me, James.” And that’s what does it for him. You feel the tip of his dick twitch and he burries his cock deep inside you. Hot ropes of cum filling you up. And that triggers yet another orgasm from you. And you know you’ll never feel anything better than that feeling, add that to the moan Bucky lets out in your ear as he burries his face in your neck and your opinion is sealed.

Bucky stays inside you for a few minutes as you both catch your breath and then he slides out of you slowly. He gets up to find a washcloth in the bathroom to clean you up. Once he gets back he notices his cum starting to drip out of you. Bucky is quick to catch it with his fingers and stuff it back inside you.

“God, Bucky! You’re so dirty.” You whine playfully as he wipes you down.

Bucky those the washcloth on your dresser and lays down next to you. “Well, plum, I’m not the one that got caught screaming your name while I pleasure myself.”

You lightly punch his arm. “Shut up, Buck…”

“Whatever you say, babygirl.”

You curl closer into his chest and already feel yourself drifting off. And the last thing you hear before you fall asleep is “I love you, y/n.” And you guessed Bucky thought you were already asleep because he whispered so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

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avecra · 2 years

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A Change In Duty - Masterlist

series summary: Change has been no stranger to you your entire life. So, when the dear friend that you work for engages to a King and requests you to accompany her to her new home, you are beyond happy; a perfect way to start a new change in your life. In the Northern Lands is where you meet Natasha’s fiance, King Steven and right hand man Captain James Barnes, who takes an affinity to you quickly, though you are hesitant to trust him. As the months go by, you find yourself swiftly falling for the knight. But when a familiar darkness begins to loom over the kingdom, you won’t hesitate to uphold the duty to your royals to protect them. And Captain Barnes will do anything to ensure the safety of the Queen’s Lady.

pairing: knight!bucky x lady!reader (medieval au)

series warnings: canon level violence, romance, angst, period-typical misogyny, mentions/references to abuse, protective!bucky is backkkk, hurt/comfort, fluff, knight!bucky because hes a warning

* set in a separate time than this one shot. they have similarities, but have no correlation whatsoever.

a/n - my obsession with knight!bucky is unhealthy :'), i will be posting wednesdays every other week

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes story #medieval au #knight!bucky

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sebbybooks · 2 years

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Sweetest Nightmare

Bucky Barnes x Fanfiction

“ I’ve been spending the last eight months.

Thinking all love ever does is break, burn, and end.

But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again.

- t.s

Bucky

I’ll be honest some nights I wish I could say I look forward to the nightmares that ultimately always pay me a visit. At least then I could say I went to sleep. If I close my eyes and hear nothing apart from my own thoughts, then I know I am in for a long night. For me silence creates this deafening noise that causes my ears to ring. I easily get overwhelmed by dead silence in the still of night.

In those moments my body goes on high alert, my heart rate and breath becomes accelerated like they are each in a race competing to see which can go the fastest. For some I know it’s the opposite, the quiet void that brings serenity and calmness most people typically crave.

I use to think of it as a tranquil experience. To be able to slowly wind down from the activity of the day, anticipating the rush of tomorrow. Only now when the sun goes down I become anxious and weary. Two things I am to constantly keep a lid on. If not those emotions forces me to hyper fixate on every normal aspect in my life I can’t seem to do right anymore. Like falling the fuck asleep.

When I realized I was just staring back into my eyelids I admitted defeat. No longer unable to do one innately mundane task I thought it was best to just keep myself occupied. Walking over to my safe I pulled out what was practically a high scale police scanner. With the swipe of the hand it provided an all access base catalog of wanted criminals for high profile cases that ran twenty four seven. Sam would most definitely blow a gasket if he knew I still had my hands on it. I can almost see it now, and the image actually makes me smile at the thought.

Technically I am not authorized to use it on my own, and even then I still would have to wait for clearance. But, when have I ever been good at following orders? Having sitting with it for a while and reading through the profiles I was convinced the information alone was good material to knock me out. Just as I was about to leave well enough alone and keep my nose clean something interesting eventually caught my eye.

Jodie

I loathe Wednesdays. I hate it with a burning passion I wish the whole day just erases itself from the weekly calendar and as a society we collectively decide to banish it. To forget its mere existence would be grand. Sincerely thoughts from a woman who’s heart that just got stomped on.

Six weeks ago I would call my declaration of hate absolutely ridiculous. Though I suppose getting dumped on a Wednesday stained itself in my world indefinitely. What is also in my world was heartbreak. Albeit, something I will never get use to, but it happens to the best of us therefor life simply has to carry on. After my boyfriend of three years decided to break up with me in the very same park he promised to propose to me my Wednesdays just have not been the same. Since then I am convinced they are jinxed.

Literally.

Every other day felt brand new like I was beginning to feel whole again. I could laugh without crying, the ache finally left my body, hell I sang Celine Dion at a karaoke bar! The lie that I had been telling people I was fine I actually was beginning to believe it to come true.

My days felt good, that was until Wednesday would roll around. In the morning I was on top of the world I didn’t think about my ex anymore. It was like it happened at the snap of the finger. Sean was starting to become a distant memory. That was until nightfall.

Oh, at night I was in fact not walking on sunshine. I would cry until I couldn’t feel air go into my lungs. The idea of eating food made me nauseated. There was this strange haze of numbness that would engulf me. It was as if my brain was programmed to punish me. I could only reminisce on the best parts of our relationship which again would reduce me to tears. For hours I would carry around this urgency to pick up my phone and call him. These breakdowns wouldn’t happen any other day except. . . you guessed it Wednesday.

I told myself tonight had to be different. I needed an escape from my own mental torment. I didn’t want to burden anyone that I knew with this problem. So I figured I do it best on my own.

Not many places were open around this hour of the night apart from a handful of establishments. I knew the second my stomach rumbled I would follow my gut, no pun intended. Not far from where I lived was a Donut shop that stayed open all hours of the day. Throwing on some jeans, and my old college sweatshirt I dressed myself in a hurry not necessarily dressing for the catwalk. I grabbed only my card holder and keys. I purposely decided to leave my phone, because my iPhone keeps recommending that I “Send message to Sean”. For the first time stepping foot outside of my townhome this night would finally be just what I needed.

Normal.

Bucky

The smell of stale sugary doughnuts and strong coffee bore into my nostrils making me curious as to how customers were lapping it up so eagerly. I sat in a booth with my back to the door near this incessant sound of a bell that hung above the door that constantly chimed indicating people were coming and going. In a few hours from now day would break, but you wouldn’t think that from the bustling clientele.

A fracture of myself found solace knowing that I wasn’t the only nocturnal person. A blessing and a curse, perfect for stakeouts in situations like this one. But sometimes it was the only time I could feel anything. Whether it was anger or sadness I naturally transported myself to exist back on my timeline almost like a daydream. Sometimes when life would show that it can be forgiving, I got to relive and be apart of my fondest memories.

I easily shake that sentiment, returning to the atmosphere around me. I remain seated in my booth planted almost like a wallflower, merely observing while trying to blend in. Honestly, I am not sure if I’m good at playing that part of civilian. I just keep hovering over my untouched cup of coffee hoping that no one recognizes me. For a second I thought a couple of the waitresses did, because they kept fighting each other over who got to come over to ask if I needed anything else.

If they didn’t I probably looked suspicious for just sitting here not even so much as taking a sip or I just looked like I didn’t know how to make a decent cup of joe. Checking the watch on my wrist as well as the one on the wall to make sure they lined up. The target in question would be in less than five hours sharp. At least supposedly, this was a shop he frequents the most around the same time four days out of the week. All I had to do was wait. I just didn’t know how much more of that damn bell I could take.

Not much was happening, just a painful yellow light lit up the joint, muddle chattering here and there and on the television ahead of me some gameshow was on. For a second there I felt like I could close my eyes just for a little while. I tested that theory out quietly asking for a tiny bit of peace. Clearly I am not yet deserving, because my ears attuned to the hell breaking loose at the register.

“If I knew how to fix it lady I would take my tech skills elsewhere. For the third time IT IS BROKEN!” Turning my head my eyes landed on a man behind the counter casting a look of exhaustion over to the petite raven haired woman standing on the opposite side of him. Normally I am one to keep my head down and mind my own business. Something about this conversation in particular just sparks my curiosity.

“Sir all I have on me are cards. Please can we just try it one more time. I swear I’m not trying to be the bane of your existence.” I could tell from the woman’s tone that she was being truthful by not wanting to be a thorn in his side. She sounded desperate for lack of better words.

“Look lady either can pay or you can’t. This here isn’t a soup kitchen, like life nothing in here is free.” He argued. For a moment she stared back at him silently I assume in disbelief. Either she was use to getting her way or she wasn’t use to assholes like Sal Beckett.

Hearing her suck in a deep breath. “You know I use to come here all the time. I know how busy this place gets, its nonstop in here. Which is great but equally tiring I am sure. So you have probably been on your feet for quite sometime, but I hope you know that this is not an excuse to be a dick to customers!” Her tone went from soft and understanding to pissed off.

From the times I have come in here this was the first time I have seen Sal become tongue tied.

“Now would you be so kind as to try it again?” I could tell this was one was feisty little thing. What I couldn’t figure anymore was who needed rescuing. I wasn’t even sure why I got up from my seat and asserted myself in the situation. Clearly she could handle her own, that is until Sal threatened to kick her out. Sighing to myself I wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad idea. As always I made the less practical decision.

Jodie

Deeply embarrassed, very much aggravated , and practically starved. I stood there feeling a combination of awkward and triumphant for at least standing my ground. I would be reading too much into it to say he had an agenda against me, because the couple before me paid with a credit card! The card reader could not have broken that fast. I was ready to say fuck it and return home when the unexpected happened.

To my surprise some guy appeared beside me sliding a twenty across the countertop. I turn my face to look at him, but he doesn’t even break eye contact with his Andrew Jackson. He only utters two words. “Problem solved.” I could barely spit out a thank you before he quickly backed away.

I was stunned by the kind gesture from this stranger and always because I am still human I couldn't help but notice that he wasn’t born he was sculpted and carved. Clearly sent down to exist amongst us mere mortals to make average looking men look inferior.

“Do you want your pastries or not?” The ass guffaws as he scoots my bag closer to me. I happily snatch up my treats giving him my best “fuck you, have a nice day smile”.

Turning around I decided that my night could either end here or I could sit inside a little longer. Relishing in my tiny victory. I walked down the aisle looking for a clean booth to sit in when I noticed I was about to pass him again.

“You know you just paid twenty bucks for three pastries?” It feels like an eternity passes without a response. “ Thank you.” I finally manage. I mean I was talking to the back of his head, I suppose the least he could do was turn around.

After a beat he finally acknowledged that I was not a figment of his imagination. “It was nothing.”

“To some people yeah, but nice people are rare nowadays.” It must have been the way I said it or the guy was batshit crazy. But that compliment earned me laughter. Walking around the other side of the seat to get a better look at him. My mom would be mortified, true crime podcast enthusiast however would be on the edge of their seat knowing that I was going up to a man I didn’t know.

“I’m sorry I seemed to have offended you?” I asked only sarcastically.

“On the contrary not at all.” He rasped out quickly. I blinked back my confusion as we give each other the strangest stare down. Though he was first to falter the longer he looked at me. I couldn’t tell he if was shy or sadthat I so much as looked at him. It was almost as if he was trying to hide his face.

I couldn’t understand why, clearly he must see his face every morning. Though I briefly played with the notion that perhaps he was just plain weird. I mean from my observations he was tending to a full cup of black coffee. He sat alone wearing a leather jacket and leather gloves I might add. Yeah, on second thought I decided to keep with the narrative that he was a red flag.

“Well okay, umm enjoy.” I motioned my hands out fumbling over what to say next when my bag toppled out of my hands. My bad luck was on a roll tonight as I watched my doughnuts land on the ground.

I bent down and retrieved two of them the other rolled past me near his boots. He looked over at me before glancing down and was visibly hesitant to retrieve it. It wasn’t like I was going to eat them, I just wasn’t one to litter. His hand hovered over my sticky pastry before sticking the tips of his finger in his mouth. Tugging at his gloved hand with his teeth he pulled it off. The way he performed such a simple act looked like sex on him. Leaning down once more I watched in disbelief as metal fingers wrapped around it.

Bucky

Trying to pass it back to her to either discard it or it dust it off for later, it’s not my business what she does with it. I’m holding it out her when I noticed her wild eyes staring at my hand.

Placing it on the saucer where my mug is I am quick to slide my glove back on. I am not even sure what reaction I would receive next. Is she terrified? Is she disgusted by who I am? Or is she going to milk the shit out this encounter? God I hope it’s one of the first two.

I’m surprised a piece of me even cares what she thinks. She’s just another pretty face in the crowd. Mentally kicking myself did I just call her pretty? And did I compare her to any other woman, because if I did which I did not, the woman before me whose huge brown eyes that were framed with long lashes fanning out from top to bottom. With a face that only shows up in your dreams. She was a knock out.

Any minute I expected her to go off like a time bomb, they always do. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably waiting for it to happen. Interestingly enough it never does.

“I’m sorry,” she says as she leans over and grabs the doughnut throwing it in her paper bag.”With a sad expression on her face. “ I just really wanted to eat that.” she pouts before laughing. For a minute I believe it’s genuine.

“Honestly?” I lean forward.

“Yeah?” Her voice is breathy.

“That looked absolutely disgusting.” I can’t even keep a straight face. “Was that sap on top?” I inquired, actually intrigued by how horrible I assumed it taste.

Her mouth parts open and I do my best not to notice that her top and bottom lips are perfectly plump. “Now you’re just throwing punches below the belt. The lemon honey doughnuts are my favorite!” She defends.

My face contorts. “That sounds diabolical.”

“Yeah well it’s not like I paid for it.” She smirks. What the hell was happening Buck? I asked myself. It almost didn’t feel real that I was having a normal conversation about something relatively simple. It felt strange really. An yet, I was trying my damnedest not to like it.

“And it was money well spent.” My mouth curved upward into a smile. I’m smiling now?

“If you say so.” Her small melodious laugh sounds every bit of like an angel singing a hymn. She’s getting ready to walk away, because what else is there to say? You’re welcome? At the same time I didn’t come here for this. I needed my focus and energy for what was to come.

She was distracting me. It was best this conversation to fizzle out, and for her to walk away. It’s not like it would eat me up for days never knowing her name. So long mystery woman. Moving those toned legs in the opposite direction, voice coming out terse. “What is your name?”

Heaven help me.

Jodie

I’m starting to believe that I am really oblivious. How did I not notice before who he was? Recalling from the moment I walked in from weary stares to starstruck glances customers have been fighting the urge to look away from him. Nope not me of course I was the one having banter about doughnuts with a reformed assassin.

“That’s classified information you never know who’s hunting you down nowadays.” I say nervously. If I could slap myself and it be normal I would, the awkwardness was rising up my body like a tide.

“Right.” He looks at me almost as if he’s trying to read me, get a sense of who I am or what the hell I am doing still talking to him. It dawns on me in that moment he is like apart of the Avengers. Gosh he probably thinks I’m going to toss my panties at him any second now. I cringe at idea that he thinks I am in awe by his presence. There’s not much that I know about him, apart from what flashes across the news.

If anything I should feel beside myself with fear to be so close to him. I had been standing there way to long at this point, yet my feet remained grounded. Strangely enough I wasn't scared, there was this seed of curiosity planted inside of me if anything. From our short lived encounter he just seemed like he wants to be left alone. An on that note the mental countdown finally went off and I finally decided to take my leave back to my place.

I nodded my head as a salute of thanks once again, “Have a good night.”

My skin pricked at the slightly husky quality to the sound of his voice when he spoke again. “Would you like to sit down?”

I blink in surprise thinking it is the lack of sleep sending false sounds to my ears. “Right here with you?” The question slipped off my tongue not sounding in a way I had intended it to.

He cast his gaze downwards and his body almost stiffens. From the look of it I either embarrassed him or offended him. “Yeah.” He says. A good yeah I hope. Without another word misspoken I slide in the booth opposite of him.

“You’re free to leave you know that right?” He says not even looking up at me as he finally takes a sip out of his coffee mug. I couldn’t help but keep my eyes glued to his movements. As a dancer teacher you can’t help but zero in on the fluid nature of bodily movements especially a bionic arm, and his are so light if that makes sense.

Setting his coffee down the two of us finally make eye contact. Feeling like I had a horn coming from my forehead I was the first to look away, considering he had just busted me for staring. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude.”

“I don’t really notice it as much anymore.” He answers cooly and I feel like an ass.

I sigh, “It’s just so big.” I felt instant regret soon as I heard how it sounded. His attention quickly snaps up to me as he remained focus on my face. I was almost certain I saw the corners of his mouth tilt up.

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” I groan, slapping both of my hands to cover my face.

“I’m not the one making comments about my girth” He says in his defense. I drop my hands to my lap and I see a slow smile slip across his face. I oddly feel giddy by my ability to make his smile appear again.

“Jodie.” I say as I toss my doughnut bag on the table, giving in.

“Jodie.” He repeats my name, but sounding out every syllable. It shouldn’t make me feel any type of way but it does.

“And what should I call you?” I fire back.

“What do you want to call me?” His eyes drop to regard me. It is hard to discern his playfulness from his serious decorum, because his stoic eye contact is unwavering. However, I do my best not to look measly underneath his intense gaze.

“James.” I say almost proudly. It felt slightly weird putting a name to his face, especially not recognizing who he was at first. He just about recoils at the sound of his name drop. I suck in my bottom lip to bite back laughter.

“You look like you just took a tequila shot.”

“Call me Bucky.” He swiftly says, face still scrunched up.

“Ok Bucky.” I do so in the same way he sounded out my name back to him. Testing it out in my mouth. Jesus, that sounded all kinds of wrong, especially because I don’t know him. An yet that makes it all the more exciting. In my wildest dreams of course.

“Can I be real with you right now Jodie?” I wish he’d stop saying my name like that. Bucky’s tone of voice was this deep, silky, husky whisper that drifted into my ears like honey. Which is now stuck. Because I’m pretty sure after today I will remember it for special purposes.

“Shoot.” I reply, squaring my shoulders to match his still posture.

Bucky smiled to himself but not the kind that indicated joy. Like he was methodically plucking the right words to say, “I’m crap with the small talk.”

Sucking in a deep breath smitten with his honesty I lean forward. “I’ve suffered with social anxiety since probably the day I was born. I’m pretty sure I was too self conscious to even cry in front the nurses.” I poke fun at myself. It becomes easier especially when running a studio full of blunt preteens six days out of the week.

“I use to be good at this.” The look in Bucky’s eyes harden. For the longest second I’m not exactly sure what he is referring to. I raise a quizzical brow.

“Talking.” His jaw tightens and I can tell he’s fighting with the urge to not let his true feelings show.

I smile at him.” You don’t suck so bad.”

“Ha!” He laughs an I can tell it’s genuine by the way he looks shocked at the sound of his own voice. The sad thing is he carefully looks around to make sure no one else did. Like he wants to remain invisible.

Turning his attention back to me his cheeks are slightly rose colored. Holy hell he’s blushing.

“Guess I’ll have to take your word for it Jodie.” He did it again and the shivers that it sent to my body traveled to perimeters that last hummed for my ex. I’m messed up for even reacting to this man I don’t even know. It’s got to be another side effect of my cursed Wednesdays.

Bucky

This is wrong.

My lungs feel like I ran to Siberia and back. I don’t get flustered. Hell I’m trained to feel to opposite. If I keep biting the inside of my jaw I am bound to bite into flesh. Something feels off and I don’t think it’s my boyish charm nor my new acquaintance Jodie. I like that name now.

No, something feels wrong. Jodie looks at me like she senses my paranoia. I see her lift her hand as if to place a calming touch on my arm, but soon rethinks it. She’s wrong if she thinks I would recoil or be angered by her touched. It’s for the better she didn’t because the second she touched me I knew I would be gone and that’s insane to say.

“I am just going to say it but that guy to my left has been throwing daggers at us with his eyes since I sat with you.” She says half jokingly, half worried. A variety of emotions flicker on Jodie’s face and I hate that I indirectly caused it.

I know not to look to where she is wanting me to. If she is right I don’t want whoever this guy is to know I’ve noticed.

“Describe him.” I tell her.

“Ummm well he’s the prick that took my order.” Jodie tells me a little more animated than before.

“Sal?” I say a little too loudly. A fucking rookie mistake, because as soon as he heard the lights in the place went completely black.

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marvelouslizzie · 2 months

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One More Night

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.4K

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasn’t something you felt often before but now…. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know it’s your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants.

It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesn’t need to. You just know it.

He’s one of the popular guys in your college. It’s not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. He’s also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time.

You don’t blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you weren’t so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because it’s convenient, you can’t come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, it’s breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself “This is gonna be the last time” but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again.

That’s how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he can’t see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.

“Does it feel that good, doll?” He sounds smug but you can’t answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you alright?” He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

He didn’t physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You don’t know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You don’t want anyone to see you cry. You don’t want anyone’s pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.

“Please talk to me!” His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears.

“It’s fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I just…” You hesitate for a second but no, you won’t back down this time. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

“That’s fine.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “You know it’s okay right?” His worry is so apparent in his voice. “You can always tell me to stop.” What is he talking about? “If you don’t like something or you don’t feel like it anymore… Just tell me next time and I will just stop.”

“There’s no next time Bucky.” The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didn’t intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.

“What?”

“I’m telling you that I can’t do this…” You wave your hand between you two. “...anymore. I’m done. We are done.”

“What…” He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. “What are you talking about? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” You have no intention to blame him. You know it’s on you. He never promised you anything.

“I don’t understand.” He sounds so lost. “Just help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.”

“They were, for you. It was never okay for me.”

You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but… apparently, he does. Maybe he’s not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.

“I�� I don’t know what to say.” He looks at your face and then around. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” You repeat his words without missing a beat. “I never wanted this. This is what you wanted and that’s why we kept doing it. I was just…” You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. “weak.”

“Weak? You are never weak.”

“Oh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying ‘one more night’ to myself whenever you called or texted me. I’m weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldn’t be like this.”

“Doll, what are you talking about?”

His confusion confuses you as well. Can’t he see how much he’s hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesn’t care.

“This arrangement might be working for you but it’s not working for me, okay?”

“But… this is what you wanted.”

“I never wanted this.”

“You said we can’t get emotions involved!” He sounds somewhat angry this time.

“Because you didn’t want emotions involved!” Your answer comes instantly.

“When did I ever say that?”

His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didn’t care how.

“Just look at you.”

“What does that even mean?” Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?

“It means you didn’t have to say it.”

“How does… I really don’t understand you.” His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.

“You are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.” He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesn’t get it, does he? “You can have anybody you want!”

“Apparently not.” Why does he sound broken?

“Oh, come on!” Your reaction is instant. “You know you can. Don’t act humble. I’m just easier.”

“Easier?” You don’t miss the disbelief in his voice. “Easier?” This time it comes out more angry. “You were never easy!”

“You know what I mean. An easy fu-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. “I never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!” Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about?

“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you continue.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you because this… what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didn’t want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!”

“I was trying to protect myself!”

“You never showed any interest to me!”

You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.”

“Uh… what?”

“I tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, it’s fine. You don’t need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.” He’s speaking so fast, you can’t even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.

“You tried to take me on dates?” He squishes his eyebrows together like he can’t believe you are focusing on that part.

“Many times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thing…”

“I thought…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence.

“You thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you weren’t interested, so I finally gave up.”

“No, no, no.” You jump from your awkward position on the bed. “I never realized.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I thought… they were activities with other… people. Not dates.”

“Why would I take other people to a concert with us?” Oh, he really doesn’t get it.

“I thought… you had plans with your friends and… you were… inviting me as well. Just to show… we are nothing more than friends.”

“Oh, dear god.” He covers his face with both of his hands. “Seriously? Why would you even think that?”

You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You don’t want to say it. Especially not to him.

“I… just never thought…” You don’t know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. “You were interested in anything more than sex.”

“I’m handsome. I’m popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?” He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you don’t realize is that he’s making fun of himself.

“Yeah.” Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.

He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look.

“God you are so blind.”

“Hey!” You instantly respond.

“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” You make a face but it just spurs him. “You are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You are out of my league.”

“Come on… That’s-” He interrupts you again.

“Please.” The way he says it makes you stop talking. “I have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. It’s a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you don’t want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?”

He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.

“And you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you weren’t gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ‘no’, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!”

You don’t know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.

“Please don’t cry anymore.” He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.

“I…” It’s so hard to speak normally. “I never thought…”

“What?” This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.

“You would actually like me.”

“Like you? Oh, doll… I don’t like you. The word like doesn’t even cover it.” The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.

“Oh fuck…” His moan is like music to your ears. It’s so raw and unfiltered.

You don’t say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. “There’s a part of me…” He tries to find the right word. “...that wants to mark you. Show the world that you’re mine.” Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask “Are you mine, doll?” He sounds so nervous yet possessive.

“I am.” You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. “I have been for a long time.”

He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.

“I’m yours, too. I think I always have been.”

It’s your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time it’s faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.

“Shit!” It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.

“Sorry. I just want to feel you all over me.”

You want to say it’s alright but he’s a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Bucky’s still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesn’t put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while he’s kissing and licking all over your neck.

Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You don’t remember any occasion you didn’t enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way he’s making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you… The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.

“So… All this time…” Bucky starts to talk. “You thought I was here because this is easy.”

Ah, fuck. He isn’t gonna let that go, is he? You should’ve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesn’t see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.

“All this time… I was where I wanted to be.” Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. “Underneath your body.”

“You weren’t always underneath me.” You answer him with a playful tone.

“As long as I’m inside you, the position doesn’t matter.”

“So…” You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. “You haven’t been sleeping around with anyone else.”

He raises his head just to look into your eyes.

“All this time, you thought I was fucking other people?”

“I mean…” You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Fucking other people?” His question is a lot more blunt than yours.

“I asked first!” You sound so defensive all of a sudden.

“I can’t live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you… I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldn’t scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?”

You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. It’s just unbelievable.

“Doll?” You didn’t realize you were lost in thoughts. “It’s fine if you have been.” It doesn’t sound fine at all. It sounds like he’s trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. “I’m not saying I won’t be jealous but it’s not like we were actually together.”

You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.

“You are such an idiot and you call me blind.”

“What?”

“I only ever wanted you, you moron.”

His smile is so big and bright, it’s worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.

“You’re only mine.” He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.

“Only yours.” Your words make him groan loudly.

“Fuck that mouth of yours. You’re gonna make me come before you.”

“You can do that later.” You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.

“Is that a promise?”

“It can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!”

That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know what’s coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, he’s back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Harder, huh?”

“Yeah. Just like that.” It’s so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s familiar yet it feels so different this time.

“My girl wants it rough. Why didn’t you just say so?” He sounds cocky there’s also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell he’s close.

“Do I have to tell you everything?”

“From now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.” That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. “Every fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!”

“Yes!” You practically scream. You don’t know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. “Fuck yes. Please, please, please, don’t stop!” Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.

That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you can’t directly look at his face anymore, you just know he’s about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.

“Fuck, that was…” The struggles to find the right word.

“On another level?” You offer to end the sentence for him. That’s exactly how you feel.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We should’ve talked to each other before.”

“We were busy doing other stuff.” You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.

“I guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?”

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notafunkiller · 6 months

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What if I am too much?

Summary: When Sam's girlfriend calls you clingy, you decide to give Bucky some space. What you don’t know is that he doesn’t want any space. None at all.

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, angst, teasing, language, pet names, spanking, daddy kink, metal arm kink, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 2.2K

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A/N: I want to thank @marvelouslizzie for her help!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

“Oh, you’re alone?”

You turn your head in the direction of the voice and smile politely. You don’t recognize this woman, but she looks at you like she does.

“Uh, yes. Hello!”

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

You instantly blush, ashamed, and search for Bucky’s face in the crowd. Nowhere to be found. Damn it!

“No, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says before coming next to you. “I’m Misty.” Brunette, tall and beautiful.

“Where did we meet?”

“Sam’s birthday, but I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. You were too busy clinging to Bucky’s side all night.” She sounds serious, and you freeze, having no idea where this came from. She simply laughs, grabbing your arm with some kind of bionic cold hand for a second before letting it go.

It’s not like Bucky’s. It’s more... robotic.

“Clinging?” You ask confused.

“Yeah, you know, always sitting with him, holding his arm, following him around.”

You puff, already annoyed by this random woman. “Following him around? I’m not a dog!”

“Didn’t say you are a dog, honey. Just pointing out the obvious.”

You try to hold your tongue, pushing aside the impulse to start a fight. This is a night about Bucky. Not you or your discomfort. And she is his ex-co-worker-friend’s girlfriend. Your anger can wait.

“Alright, but how does my clinging affect you, though?”

“Oh, don’t take it so personally! I just meant to be friendly. It’s a girl’s advice. Live a little, being insecure is not gonna save your relationship.”

A piece of advice no one asked for. A take you never even considered. You’re not insecure and you’re definitely not keeping Bucky to your side all the time. You don’t… He is free to do whatever the hell he wants.

“Thank you.”

She has the audacity to laugh. “Don’t be so defensive, honey! Gonna get a cocktail, want some?”

You shake your head, feeling a hole in your stomach after she leaves you alone, and you basically run to the bathroom, trying to calm down. What if she is right, though? What if Sam heard or saw something? Maybe Bucky is extra grumpy or unhappy. Maybe he even complained…

You never thought sitting with Bucky is a sign of clinginess. You thought it’d help... he is not the most comfortable person at events. He gets stared at a lot, he hates small talk, and you really like being close to him. Gosh, you are clingy!

The rest of the night passes like a blur. When you come back, Bucky’s waiting for you, and despite your instinct to wrap your arm around his back and let him hold you, you keep a little distance, giving Sam and his nosy girlfriend a fake smile, while Bucky keeps staring at you strangely.

You even manage to avoid touching him all week somehow, except for a few kisses now and then. Your period came, and as he tried to hold you, you had to fight tears while telling him not to. You’re sick and tired and you miss him, but you want to give him some space. You’ve been suffocating him for so long... You make sure to cry only when he’s out because he might hear you even in the shower. He has super hearing after all.

You thought it would become easier every day, but quite the opposite. Every time you’re close to giving up, you remember Sam’s comment that he made a week after you met him about how Bucky always likes his space and what Misty told you, so you fight against your wish.

Until Sunday afternoon.

You’re in bed, scrolling down on Instagram as Bucky comes out of the shower. You try not to stare at him, but how can you not? He looks absolutely incredible.

What you don’t expect is him trying to get on top of you to tickle you with a huge smile on his face. He’s so adorable.

“B-Bucky, stop!” You laugh as his hands get under your T-shirt. He loves making you laugh no matter how he does it. “N-no.”

“Oh, I will,” he says playfully.

But what he failed to tell you is that stopping means sneaking his head under your T-shirt, which starts to rip a little because of the stretch, and resting it on your boobs.

“Bucky!”

He puffs, annoyed. “Why the fuck are you wearing a bra in the house, bubba?”

“Cause it’s a bra?” You ask back sarcastically, but you know this is weird. You always complain about needing to wear it outside. But inside? It’s even worse.

“Unacceptable.” He quickly rips your bra in half, not bothering to unhook it, and you feel his beard on your breast all of a sudden, making you shiver. Fuck, you really miss this.

“B-Bucky, come on, your hair is a little wet!”

“Bubba, please...”

“Bucky! Why did you do that?” He immediately takes his head out of your T-shirt, and you almost cry. He looks do lost and scared.

“Baby, do you not want me anymore?”

“What the fuck?” You groan. This is the last thing you wanted him to think. All you tried to do was to make him happy and feel less pressured.

“You don’t let me touch you. You don’t want to cuddle with me. You don’t wake me up with kisses. You don’t get on top of me You don’t hug me! What did I do?”

Your heart aches for both of you. “Wasn’t that better?”

“Better for who?” He cries. “This was the worst week of my life since Hydra.”

“Unfortunately, that cannot be true, Bucky.” You sigh, getting closer to him. “I thought you like space...”

“I do, but not with my fucking baby!”

You melt at his words, truth be told. He said it so passionately, but you’re so confused.

“I thought I was being too clingy, touching you too much, you know?”

“What? Where did this come from?”

You close your eyes. How are you supposed to answer this without sounding like a petty bitch?

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does!” You feel his hands grabbing your face so you can look at him. “It means I did something wrong.”

You frown, upset that he thinks that. He’s been nothing but kind, understanding, and loving to you, and you hate how he feels like he failed you or something.

“Sam’s girlfriend told me I am clingy... always with you, never leaving you alone to breathe basically. And it reminded me of Sam saying how much you love your space, and I just...” You try not to cry, you really do, but you cannot hold back the tears this time, which Bucky immediately reaches to wipe with his flesh fingers.

“Jesus, baby! I don’t give a goddamn shit about what they say, you aren’t allowed to listen to anyone! Just let me touch you.”

You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, and Bucky lifts you a bit so you can sit on his lap. You can hear his heartbeat, and you find that so peaceful.

“I thought you’re gonna break up with me, honey.” He whispers in your ear. “I was terrified when you didn’t let me cuddle with you.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” You don’t know what else to say. You hurt both of you for days just because you let some woman get inside your head, but you had good intentions. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

“I should be the one saying that, not you, bubba.” He leaves a kiss on your shoulder. “God, I missed you so much, it feels surreal to touch you.”

“I love you, I’m sorry.”

“Promise to never do this shit ever again!”

“I’ll try,” you murmur. “I didn’t realize you want me to touch you so much.”

Bucky lifts your head. “You know I have to punish you for that, right?”

“Punish me?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah, for believing some stranger over your man. For pulling away and giving me a heart attack. And for depriving yourself of my cuddling skills.”

You giggle. “What if I let you suck my nipples for a whole week anytime you wanted?”

“I already do that!” Bucky lifts your T-shirt as he speaks, and you gasp.

“You do not!”

“Yes, I do. Remember when I came home from the last mission and I made you come by-” He lowers his head and licks your right breast, avoiding your nipple.

“Fuck you, tease!”

“I am the tease?!” He snorts, continuing to lick.

“You’re always the tease. Now kiss me and gimmie your cock.”

“I won’t give you anything until I punish you.”

“Jamie!” You scream when he turns you around, ripping off your shorts in half, along with your underwear before placing you on his thighs. “What the fuck?”

“What the fuck to you for keeping yourself away from me.” You feel him caressing your ass for a few seconds before slapping your right cheek with his flesh hand. You squirm, gripping into his hip.

“F-fuck!”

“Count.”

You groan. “Jamie...” He spanks you again but harder, and this time you moan. “T-two.”

“Nope, we start over.”

“O-one.”

“Good girl!”

The third and fourth aren’t as hard as you want and you find yourself wiggling your ass in the air.

“Harder.”

“Harder?” He snorts, amused, and before he can bring his flesh hand in the air, you grab his metal arm.

“Please, daddy, use this one!”

Daddy? It didn’t take too long for you to get back in the mood.

“Can’t use it, baby, I’m sorry.”

“No!” You cry. “I need it, pleaseee. I’ll ride your face as many times as you w-want.”

Bucky still doesn’t agree. “Baby, it would hurt.”

“Let it hurt!”

You want it to hurt because this pain is not unbearable, quite the opposite. It pushes you over the edge faster.

He sighs and listens to you, bringing his metal hand to your ass, but you barely even feel it when he slaps. You groan, upset.

“I said slap! Do you want me to hover?”

“I can fucking hurt you.”

“I told you to hurt me!” You beg. “Please, honey! Please, please, please.”

He does it again, not hard enough for you, but you count anyway. Again and again.

“Jesus, you’re making my thighs so wet. You’re such a little whore for me.”

“I’m your whore. Always, daddy, please!”

Bucky’s moan comes somehow from the back of his throat, and the last spanks are perfect. He gently caresses your ass, cooling it off with his metal hand, and you smile. “You’re so dirty sometimes, but also such a good girl taking your punishment perfectly.”

“I am sorry,” you whisper.

“For what exactly?”

You pout, grabbing his face. “For all of it. But you’re you, Bucky. You’re the greatest guy in the world, I just didn’t want to be annoying.”

“You were annoying when you didn’t let me even hug you.”

You know that, but sometimes you can’t help but do dumb things, thinking about him. “I wanted you to be happy.”

“Well, I wasn’t happy, obviously. And neither were you, bubba. Promise me you’ll talk to me first next time.”

“I was just stupid…”

“No.” You feel his thumb all over your lips. “You were worried. I love you and I really need your touch, okay?”

“I noticed,” you laugh.

“Good, now feed me my boobs, and then I wanna see you riding my face as you negotiated.”

You fake sigh and grab your boob. “Open up.”

You’re not sure how to react when Bucky drags you straight to Sam and his girlfriend as soon as you get inside the museum.

“Hey, Buck-”

“Who do you think you are?”

Misty gasps while Sam and you freeze.

“Wow, wow, wow, man. Hold on a sec, what is going on?”

“What is going on, Samuel?” Bucky asks rhetorically through his teeth. “Ask your little girlfriend where she got her audacity from to tell my girl she is clingy. That she basically spends too much time with me. Who the fuck gave her the permission to even speak to her? So she either apologizes and keeps her mouth shut, or we’ll have a big problem.” Bucky turns his head to look at Misty. “From one metal arm to another. Wanna try me?”

“You did what? What the hell?”

Misty frowns, staring at you. “You went to complain to him for giving you a friendly, harmless advice?”

Bucky instantly grabs her metal arm wrist before you can answer.

“You got three seconds to beg for her forgiveness before I snap your hand in half. And I am not bluffing.”

Sam doesn’t even try to get between them, simply watching, and Misty immediately gets teary.

“I’m... sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head, squeezing her wrist. Holy shit! You haven’t seen him like this in ages. “Didn’t hear you.”

“I am sorry. I should have minded my own business!”

“Yes, you should’ve,” you say without regret. “But I forgive you.”

Bucky lets go with a grunt before nodding to Sam and bringing his hand to your hips, leading you toward the exit.

As soon as you are outside, you don’t even care if someone can hear you as you speak. “Fuck, I wanna suck your cock so badly!”

Bucky laughs. “I see. In the car… is that okay for you?”

You get on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Perfect.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x female reader #sebastian stan #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #my stories #my fanfics

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gay-jewish-bucky · 1 month

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Happy 10th Anniversary to the Premiere of the MCU's Greatest Love Story

#marvel #mcu #stevebucky #stucky #steve rogers #steven grant rogers #bucky #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #captain america #captain america: the winter soldier #ca:tws #ca: tws #catws #''the fact is it's a love story''

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steveybucky · 2 months

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Them: oh yeah, the winter soldier is a great movie

Me internally: okay stay calm. It’s been 10 years. You are an adult now. You can have an adult conversation about this without going on a 3 hour rant about why Steve and Bucky are soulmates and how you would die for Bucky Barnes

#stucky #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #steve rogers #based on a true story of a conversation I had yesterday lol

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sagaduwyrm · 4 months

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The reason I refuse to acknowledge any other batfam death other than Jason is because, narratively, none of the others mattered.

Jason's death shaped everything that came after it in how the batfam responded to his death and handled it, and completely shaped his character.

I don't even know about most of the other "deaths" because they were so comparatively unimportant.

#if you ever get a chance to write comics #and you're thinking about killing and bringing the character back #ask yourself #is this a death that will matter for the rest of this character's existence?#will it shake their character forever?#if not? find some other method of creating tension #fake their death instead or something #Jason Todd and Bucky Barnes are the only valid died and came back story lines (I know Bucky didn't die but /narratively/—)#jason todd

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splendidreads · 1 year

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Promises

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Bucky was on a mission longer than planned.. Reader was worried. He finally returns, and has had an eye opener.

Cute fluff. Smut. 18+, minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count: 2781

A/N this is my first published smut. Be nice, okay? Lol idk how I feel about it but uh… hereeee we go!

Listening to the sound of rain hitting the window was always comforting..

But not tonight.

She had been sitting there by her window for a few hours, listening as the rain grew from a light sprinkle to the heavy thunderstorm that it was now. She used to love the sounds, the beautiful strokes of lightning across the sky. It used to calm her, no matter what she was worried about..

But tonight was different.

Tonight, she was waiting. They had gone on a mission last week, and they were supposed to be back last night. But with no word from him or the rest of the group in almost 24 hours, she grew scared. She’d usually at least hear from Sam, telling her that they’d be back soon, but nothing. No word from anyone left her with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Of course though, if anyone asked, she’d tell them how worried she was for the whole group. There was nothing between the two of them. Nothing more than occasional flirting, and innocent jokes. She could’ve sworn she had seen a very distinct look in his eyes, more than a few times, but she was too chicken to do anything about it.

A large thundering boom made her jump, her small apartment illuminated by the lightning bolt that stretched across the sky. She didn’t notice that the door to her apartment had opened, or the figure leaving wet footprints across her carpet.

“Y/N…”

She was startled yet again, turning to face the voice.

It was him.

“Buck!” She shot up out of her comfortable seat, her blanket falling to the ground as she ran into his arms.

“Honey you’re soaking.. Let’s get you dried off, okay?” He stayed silent as she led him to her bathroom.

She kept extra clothes for everyone. It was a pretty normal thing now, for the crew to come relax in her cozy apartment after a mission. She’d make them all something to eat, wash their torn up bloodied clothes, and they’d either talk about the mission or sit in silence to decompress.

Tonight was no different. She set him down on the edge of her bathtub, quickly grabbing a change of clothes and the first aid kit. She gave him a once over, asking to make sure that he wasn’t hurt. He had a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing that required any serious attention.

“Alright, well I’ll let you change and I’ll get you something to eat.” She offered him a smile, but as she turned to leave, his flesh hand grabbed her by the wrist. It was a gentle touch, but when she turned to meet his eyes, she knew something was wrong.

“Y/N.” He said her name in such a gentle, soft voice, she almost didn’t hear him.

“Whats up Buck?” She asked, moving his hand from her wrist, into her own.

He stood up, towering over her. His hair was drying now, his wet uniform clung to his body. She could see the fabric clinging around each muscle, and it was hard to look away.. but when she did, she found those icy blue irises staring into her own. She didn’t know what to expect from the silent soldier, but his arms wrapping around her wasn’t it. His arms held her close, his face burying itself into her neck. She didn’t shy away, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes as they held each other.

“We almost didn’t come back this time.” He finally said, lifting his face to look at her.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she moved a hand to gently cup the side of his face, silently egging him on to tell her more about what was bothering him.

“…It was bad, Y/N. And the whole time I-I..” He let out a long breath, his eyes looking away from her.

“Hey… Bucky, it’s alright. You don’t have to tell me. I know that it’s hard-“

His eyes snapped back up, “This was different. The only thing on my mind… Was you.” His voice cut her off, her lips parting in shock.

They quietly stared at each other. Their eyes looking deeply into each others, a silent conversation. Was he trying to say, what she had always been to scared to admit?

“You, Y/N.” Bucky let out a soft breath, the air fanning over her face.

“Me?” Her voice betrayed her, coming out in a squeak.

“It’s always been you. I’ve just been too damn chicken shit to do anything about it.” He shook his head, his flesh hand coming up to run his thumb across her cheek. “But.. Yesterday..” He shook his head once more, before lifting his eyes to look at her.

A small grin sprawled across her face, both of her hands now holding the man’s face.

“What if the worst had actually happened, and I woulda missed my chance.. I-I almost didn’t come back this time Y/N. I almost.. I almost broke our promise.”

Of course, she’d never forget that day. The day that she and Bucky sat on the floor in her apartment, shaken after a bad mission. She made him promise to her that he’d always fight. That he’d always do his best, and come home to her.. and in return, he had her promise to always be there waiting for him. They swore their promises to each other, and both took them to heart.

“James..” She said his name, her thumbs caressing his cheeks, “But you came back.”

He nodded his head, “It was an eye opener. I’m not missin’ out on anymore time with you.”

As soon as he finished his words, he lowered his face to capture her lips with his. She was pleasantly surprised, melting into his touch. His vibranium arm stayed securely around her waist, while his flesh hand moved to tangle his fingers into her hair. Their lips fit like puzzle pieces.. But there was an intensity to the kiss that she’d never felt before. It was more than desire, or lust.. It was as if he’d been in the desert for months, and finally found a refreshing drink of water.

She was that water.

And she was going to let him drink her up.

The kiss grew deeper, stronger, as their tongues began dancing together. Her fingers soon traveled from his jaw up into his damp hair, tugging at the wet locks, holding his mouth to hers. Both of his hands now roamed her body, as if he were trying to memorize every dip and curve. They stayed tangled like that for quite some time, until she parted the kiss breathlessly.

“Now you’ve made my PJs all wet..” Her chuckle came out raspy, as if he had stolen her breath.

Which, to be fair, he did.

A grin spread across his pink lips, the hand in her hair caressing the soft strands, “Doll, I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was low, and full of every emotion that had both tried to keep at bay.

“Then.. don’t stop.”

Those words were a stimulant for him. His arms were under her rear in a split second, lifting her up off the ground with a soft gasp from her mouth. He led her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, gently kicking the door open with his boot. She buried her face into his neck, the soothing smell of the rain on his skin almost hypnotic. He laid her on the bed, her eyes looking up at him with such need.

He began to peel his wet uniform from his body, her hands reaching out to help him. He was standing there bare for her, within a matter of seconds. Her eyes trailed down his body, admiring each curve of muscle, each scar.. her cheeks heating up into a bright crimson shade when she saw his hardened member standing in its full glory. His bright, sharp ice-like orbs peered down at her, as if silently asking for permission to continue. She nodded her head, and his hands gently pushed her back into the bed, having her lay down.

His hands were gentle, slowly pulling her fuzzy ‘Minnie Mouse’ pajama pants down her legs. The contrast of warmth from his flesh fingers, and the coolness of his vibranium one’s sent a wave of chills through her body. Her eyes watched as his mouth connected with her thigh, leaving searing open mouth kisses down to her ankle. A soft hum like moan came from her lips, earning a devilish smirk from the super soldier.

“James…” Her voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned above her, his hands on either side of her head.

“Y/N…” He hummed out her name, dipping his head to capture the soft flesh of her neck.

She whimpered softly, her fingers trailing up his arms. One hand traveled back into his hair, while the other grasped onto the area where metal met flesh. His lips began nipping and sucking on her delicate flesh, while his metallic fingers traced down her body. They found themselves tracing over the line of her lace panties; They were his favorite color. Soon though, the cool metal teased her folds over the fabric, earning another whimper of a moan.

“Why did it take me so long.. To realize what a perfect woman I had.. Already waiting for me…” His voice was quiet, mumbling against her skin. It seemed that he was verbally asking himself the question, it was almost rhetorical.

“M-Maybe we just..” It was hard to speak clearly with his fingers toying at her, dampening her underwear, “..We needed to be desperate…” She let out a breathless chuckle, though it turned into a loud gasp.

His vibranium thumb pressed right against her clit, a bullseye on the bundle of nerves, through the fabric.

“Well.. I am quite desperate…” He hummed, his lips sucking her earlobe into his mouth and between his teeth, “To show you just how much I regret waiting..”

Y/Ns back arched up, pressing their chests together as his thumb slowly began circling her sensitive nub. She could feel his hardened length against her thigh, wet from precum.

“Oh, James.. Please..” She begged him, her fingers digging into his shoulder.

That seemed to do it for him.

He sat up, and was quick to remove the rest of her clothing. Before he could do anything else though, she pushed him down onto the bed, flipping them. She straddled his hips, teasing the both of them by running her folds along his length. She let out a happy sigh, as he sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist. Bucky’s eyes were heavy, his pupils blown with lust, as he looked into her own orbs.

“Y/N..” He hummed her name, “You're mine.”

The words sent a roll of goosebumps through her body, “I’m yours James.” She said back to him, before their lips crashed together in a fiery kiss.

She continued to roll her hips, slickening his hardened member with her wetness. He moaned into the kiss, both of his hands ghosting over her back and landing right on her ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh. His mouth began to travel, running along her jaw, down her neck, across her chest.. Until he finally captured a breast in his mouth, sucking in her nipple and flesh. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips, her head tossing back as she continued to grind down onto him, his hands massaging her soft ass.

“Mmm, turn around.” He commanded, his voice deep.

She did as she was told, though he moved his body as well. He helped guide her into the new position, both of them on their knees, her legs spread apart by his knees. With her back pressed against his chest, one hand cupped a breast, rolling her nipple between his two metallic fingers. The other hand snaked down between her folds, going back and forth before diving two fingers into her wet heat.

“O-Ohh…” She moaned, arching her back into him.

His fingers were slow, pumping in and out as his mouth left a line of open mouth kisses up her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut as he touched her, her hands traveling up into his hair. She could feel his cock throbbing against the back of her ass, so she began grinding against him again, pushing down on his hand and back against his hot length. His fingers picked up the pace, his thumb stretching up to stimulate her clit as he deepened his thrusts.

“B-Buck…” She whimpered, rocking against his hand, “P-Please..”

He hummed as he left a deep, dark mark on the side of her neck, “Mine.” He said once again, before smoothly changing their positions.

He laid her on her back, her legs around his waist, as his fingers continued their assault on her wet walls. He couldn’t hide the smirk on his lips, hearing the juicy squelch from his fingers. She was breathless, her hips rocking against his hand, as her hands grasped the bedsheets. He retracted his fingers, though his thumb remained on her nub as finally began to insert his length into her.

Her eyes snapped open, a soundless gasp at her lips as she arched her back up against him. It was more than she expected, the burning sensation of his cock stretching out her walls. But, god did it feel good. As he slowly began to move, one of her hands traveled up his flesh arm, digging her nails into his bicep. His cool metallic fingers traveled down her body as he set a deep and slow pace, his thumb finding that sensitive nub again.

“Fuck! James..” She gasped out, her nails dragging down his arm as he thrusted.

Bucky’s lips parted, sitting up as he assaulted her wet walls, coaxing out more moans from her mouth. His eyes watched the magical movement, his cock sliding in and out of her, covered with her delicious juices. He was in a trance, seeing how his cock stretched her out.

“Damn it doll..” He growled, his free hand grasping onto her hip as his thrusts became a bit shaky.

He could feel her walls tightening around his length, pulling him back in with each thrust. Her breath was ragged, her breasts bouncing as he rocked their bodies together. His thumb continued to press, and circle around her swollen clit, in the most perfect rhythm.

“Buck.. Buck.. J-James!” She gasped, “I-Oh god..”

She could feel the head of his cock rubbing right against her sweet spot, causing her body to shudder with each thrust. That familiar warm, tight feeling grew in her lower belly, her body begging for a release.

Bucky growled out a deep moan, leaning forward to kiss under her ear, “Let go, doll. I’ve got you.”

As soon as she heard his words, she let out a loud whimper of a moan, her walls fluttering against him as she reached her peak.

Bucky’s mouth found the base of her neck, his teeth digging into the soft flesh as he felt his own end, his cock twitching as it released it’s seed into her warm body. Their bodies stilled, her walls milking his length for all it was worth.

They laid there for a while, still tangled together in the beautiful mess they made. Bucky’s arms were wrapped around her, his face on her chest as she played with his hair, gentle fingers trailing up and down his shoulder.

“Y/N?” Bucky hummed, tilting his head to look up at her.

“Yeah, Buck?” She responded with a bright smile.

“I’m never letting you go.” He said to her, his voice soft and gentle.

She chuckled softly, leaning forward to press a loving kiss to his forehead, “I wouldn’t let you if you tried. Afraid you're stuck with me now, honey.”

Bucky smiled, nodding his head, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her breast, receiving goosebumps across her skin.

“Hey, doll..?” He asked, looking up at her still.

“Yeah, Buck?”

“You’re uh.. You’re on the pill… right?” He chuckled, nervous, realizing that he should’ve looked for a condom.

She chuckled, “Yes, I am.”

“Oh, okay. Good.. yeah, that’s good.” He smiled up to her, lifting himself up, and finally pulling himself from her drenched folds, “Wanna maybe… Take a shower?”

Y/N hummed, smiling up at him, “Only if you make me scream out your name again.”

The look on his face said it all.

“That won't be a problem, doll.”

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes story #bucky barnes x female #james bucky barnes #Bucky smut #Bucky Barnes smut #smut #splendid reads #splendidreads

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ohbuckysmetalarm · 2 years

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: “‘Do not Disturb’ on the hotel door, waking the neighbours…”

Warnings: SMUT [Oral (m and f receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Multiple orgasms, Face sitting, 69 position, Rough sex, Begging, Marking, Size kink, Daddy kink]; USE OF PET NAMES: (babygirl and princess), Jealous Bucky

Word Count: 4.3K

Part 1

Part 2

*EIGHT DAYS LATER*

Everything has been pretty great! Bucky asked you on a date, and of course, you said yes. He took you out to dinner then you watched the sunset while sitting on top of Stark Tower; something you had told him you would love to do on a date the day before he asked you out. And then you went and got ice cream. Once you two got back you went straight to his room and he made love to you. He wasn’t rough. He was slow and passionate, coaxing out three orgasms from you with his fingers and tongue before sliding his cock into you. Peppering you with kisses as he rocked into you. You had already fallen for the super soldier, but you were falling even further with each passing day. You hoped he felt the same way.

You wake up to an announcement from JARVIS. “Miss y/l/n, you’re needed downstairs for an emergency meeting.”

“Thanks, JARVIS.” You call out groggily. You don’t bother changing into your day clothes, but do give yourself a once-over in the mirror to smooth out your hair.

You make your way to the meeting room and see Bucky standing outside the door waiting for you, you instantly smile like an idiot. He smiles back at you effortlessly, and takes your hand in his. You walk in and see Steve, Tony, and Sam are the only three in the meeting room. You and Bucky take your seats beside each other, still hand-in-hand.

Tony looks up to you and Bucky and smiles. “Good morning, lovebirds!” He sings out.

You just smile at him, too tired to wanna talk to anyone.

“We’re only waiting for Natasha then we’ll start.” Steve says, authority ringing in his voice.

You look over at Sam, who’s on the verge of falling asleep, and just then Nat walks in and sits down with an empty cup of coffee. “Coffee maker’s still broke, Stark.”

“I know Romanoff, working on it.” He replies, slightly annoyed. The coffee has been on on-going battle for three days now.

“Morning, Nat.” You smile at her, hoping to lighten her mood a bit.

She smiles back at you. “Morning, y/n. I already know a bit about the mission, it’s an interesting one!”

That makes you slightly confused, but you look aver to Tony and Steve, waiting for them to start talking.

“Ok, now that you’re all here…”

*FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER*

You’re currently in your room with Bucky. You wish you could say you two were doing anything but arguing, but you can’t. Bucky has been tense from the beginning of the meeting. When Steve said you would be going undercover to get some information from a target. Which may have been fine except one tiny detail; you gotta play the role of a temptress, basically pretending to seduce this man into giving you what you need. This obviously doesn’t sit well with Bucky because you felt his hold on your hand tighten when the words left Stark's; and right when you got to your room he spoke his mind, leading you to where you are now.

“I just think there are other ways to go about this.” Bucky huffs out.

“Maybe there is, but I’m saying that I’m sure Steve and Tony thought of different ways, and this was the best decision.” You’re packing while arguing with your boyfriend.

“Then we can have Natasha do it, if we really need to go about it like this!”

“Maybe, but the last time Nat went undercover like that, it didn’t end well for anyone.”

“I know… I just-” He sighs.

You make your way over to Bucky and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay, Buck. I’m gonna be okay.”

“I know you can handle yourself. It’s just…”

“You don’t trust me?” You look up at him with a pained expression.

Bucky’s face softens immediately and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t mean it like that, y/n. I just don’t wanna see anyone else touching what’s mine.”

You laugh humorously at that. “You’re jealous?” He clenches his jaw. “Bucky, I’ve already told you; you’re the only one for me.”

He huffs again. “You’re mine, baby. You can’t let him touch you.”

“Okay, Buck. I won’t let him touch me.” You say and then peck him on the lips, going back to packing. You guys will be staying at a hotel for the night (if everything goes as planned).

Once everyone’s packed and ready to go you all get on the Quinjet, and fly out to Paris. There will be a silent auction and that’s where you’re man will be.

*FIVE HOURS LATER*

After spending just shy of an hour getting ready you look yourself over in the mirror. You looked quite stunning to put it plainly. The tight black dress accentuating every curve of your body and highlighting your round ass. The neckline is just low enough to give a peak of you’re cleavage, tempting anyone to look down. The length shows off your soft thighs and you suddenly wish you were wearing this for Bucky and not some rando.

You make your way downstairs and you, Sam, and Bucky load up in a car to head to the auction. You don’t miss the way Bucky’s eyes take over your form shamelessly, licking his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. Nat took another car, she would be in a building across the street, letting you know if anything suspicious is going on outside.

The whole ride there Bucky was silent with a fiery gaze anytime Sam tried to speak to him. Sam didn’t know what had his panties in a bunch, but you knew. He still hadn’t accepted the role you’d be playing. The gaze he gave was full Winter Soldier mode, and he would look at Sam as if he wanted to snap his neck.

Once you get to the building you all walk in, immediately going you’re separate ways. When you look back to Bucky, the look in his eyes says, “behave.” You just smirk at him, which makes him absolutely furious.

You dabble around the bar; subtly looking for your target when you hear a deep voice behind you. “What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing hear all alone”?

You cringe at the question but quickly plaster on a seductive smile before turning around. “Looking for a strong man to keep me company,” you purr out.

At that you here a disapproving huff in your ear from Bucky in your ear piece and you just block it out.

“We’ll, it’s a good thing I’m hear then, isn’t it?” The target says as he slowly gets closer to you. “Lemme buy you a drink, sugar.

You inwardly cringe at the pet name. “Can’t turn down a guy like you.” You wink at him.

After about an hour of flirting with this guy and partaking in the auction here and there you’ve had just about enough of this. “Why don't we get out of here?” You whisper in his ear.

“No.” You hear in your ear for the millionth time that night.

He looks you in the eye, “I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” And just like that you two get up and make your way to the entrance, the target holding your waist and you trail your hand up to rest on his chest.

And that’s when Bucky snaps, you’ve done a great job so far. But seeing another man touch you makes Bucky absolutely feral. He follows you two, wanting to break that man’s arm for touching his girl. Before he reaches you, Sam stops him. “What are you doing, Buck?” Sam asks.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Y/n is so close, just have a little faith in her, man.”

Bucky looks Sam in the eye and sighs, defeated. “Okay. Okay, you’re right.”

Sam speaks into the ear piece to you, “Y/n once you get what we need meet us back at the hotel.”

“Okay,” you whisper back.

And then the guys and Natasha make their way back to the hotel, awaiting your arrival.

You get into the target’s car and he drives to his place, you make small talk on the way there. Once he stops the car you two get out and he takes you to his room. He closes the door and makes his way over to you, his lips centimeters from yours. Before he can move any closer you inject the tranquilizer Steve had given you for this very moment. The man falls into your arms and you place him on his bed. Once he’s in a good enough position to where he’ll think he just passed out from too much alcohol in his system you take out your tape and rip a small piece off and place it over his right thumb, making sure to get his finger print. You make your way to the drawer at the back of the closet and open it, finding the reader and placing the piece of tape over it. It immediately opens and there you find a small Manila folder and the vile you need to retrieve.

“I got the vile.” You speak into the ear piece.

“Great, there should be an Uber there to pick you up.” Natasha answers.

“Thanks, Nat.”

Once you get back to the hotel Natasha and Sam are in the lobby waiting for you.

You hand them the brief case with everything in it before telling them what all you found. “The vile and a folder are in there. It just describes what is inside the vile and what they've used the formula for so far.”

“You did great, y/n!” Sam exclaims.

“Thanks. Where is Bucky?”

“He already went upstairs to his room; he was pretty worked up at the auction.” Sam states.

“Oh, okay. Well, I think I’m gonna head to bed, I’m pretty exhausted.” You turn and make your way to the elevator.

“See you tomorrow, y/n.” Sam and Nat say in unison.

“Yep, see ya,” you call back.

When you finally get to your room you notice the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign as you open the door, leaving it on there for now since you’ll be sleeping anyway. But once you open the door you see Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed.

“How did you get into my room, Buck?”

“Front desk gave me a key.” He smiles cheekily.

You sigh, “What do you need?”

Bucky stands up and makes his way over to you, a predatory look on his face. He pushes you up against the wall and whispers against your neck. “You’ve been a naughty girl tonight, y/n.”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pant back.

He pushes your thighs apart with his knee and sucks a dark bruise onto your neck. “You did the one thing I told you not to do.” The tone of voice he’s using has your head spinning. “You let him touch what’s mine. You’re lucky Sam stopped me when I tried to get to you when I saw you two leaving.” Bucky says matter of factly.

You look into his eyes when he pulls back and the ocean blue of his eyes is eight shades darker and almost entirely taken over by his blown pupils. You whimper softly from the look he gives you.

“What did you do with him when you went to his place?”

You pull yourself up straighter, “I got the information we needed.”

"Oh, really? He didn’t show you a good time?” Bucky says, a slight growl to his voice.

“No.”

“Hmm.”

You can tell Bucky isn’t pleased, so you do the one thing you know will satisfy him. “I used the tranquilizer Steve gave me before he could do anything. And then I went to find the vile. And then I came straight back here. I didn’t let him touch me again. I’m only yours, James Buchanan Barnes. I promise.” You say, kissing his neck after each sentence. One thing you’ve learned about Bucky since you got together is that he needs reassurance that you’re not going to leave him.

Bucky unzips the back of your dress and slides it down your body. Once you step out of the dress bunched at your feet Bucky picks you up and throws you onto the bed before crawling up to you, kissing a trail from your stomach up to your mouth. You immediately open your mouth to give him access and he slips his tongue in. There’s no fight for dominance, you give it to him. You know he’s gonna fuck you rough. He does when someone gets too much attention from you. Bucky pulls away slightly to look into your eyes and you feel his fingers play with the hem of your panties before he slides them down your legs and throws them somewhere behind him. Bucky then crawls between your thighs and places your legs on his shoulders. He looks up at you with hungry eyes and then circles your clit with his tongue before he gently sucks it into his mouth. You let out an near-pornographic moan and throw your head back in ecstasy.

Bucky quickly releases your clit, “Look at me, y/n. Wanna see your face as you cum apart on my tongue.” You let out a groan and then meet his eyes again. Bucky goes back to his task of sucking and licking your pussy like he needs it to survive. He sucks your clit again and shakes his head, letting out a moan. The vibrations on your clit has you whimpering. You trail your fingers down to thread through his hair, lightly tugging, pulling a needy moan from your lover.

“Oh, daddy!” You whine out.

And then he goes back to licking you, and you swear he’s writing a letter to you with his tongue. You suddenly feel two of Bucky’s fingers slowly slide into your dripping hole. And he moans onto your cunt at how wet you are. He thrusts his fingers in and out at the same pace he’s licking. And then he adds a third, stretching you in the most delicious way. The slight burn is a welcome one as he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot repeatedly. Bucky uses many different techniques. Fingering you slowly while laying his tongue flat against your clit to draw whines from your throat. To curling his fingers, massaging your g-spot and circling your clit with his tongue. To thrusting at a harsh pace while sucking your clit, and your legs start to quake around his head. You're close and Bucky knows it, he pulls his fingers out of you completely and sits up. You whine at the loss of him, but any more sounds of disapproval disappear as grabs your thighs and lifts them off his shoulders and pushes them back, holding you open for him when he slides his thick length into you.

You look down and watch his length disappear inside you. “Oh, daddy,” you mewl from the sight and feel of him filling you up inch by inch.

Once he’s bottomed out he looks into your eyes with a sense of awe. “Yes, princess?”

His eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Move, please,” you gasp out, circling your hips.

His grip on your thighs tightens to stop your movements. “I’m in charge tonight, princess.”

You let out a shaky moan at that and he smirks before setting an agonizingly slow pace. “You're gonna be a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, I’ll be your good girl.”

“Of course you will,” he says before picking up the pace. Bucky’s torn between watching his cock disappear and reappear in your cunt and watching you face contort with pleasure. He can’t get enough of the way your pussy glistens form your slick and his saliva. And the way your eyes squeeze shut without you even being aware of it makes a sense of pride flow through the super soldier. “Oh, babygirl your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick. Wanna be inside you forever.”

“Fuck!” You clench around Bucky as you let out a groan.

“You like that? Want me to stay in this tight little cunt?”

“Mmhmm,” you mumble out.

Bucky leans in to kiss you softly, a stark contrast to the brutal thrusting of his cock. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slides in and explores the inside of your mouth. And you clench around him when you remember the way that tongue was circling your clit just minutes ago. Bucky pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

At a particular thrust Bucky gives, he hits your g-spot and you moan loudly at the contact, feeling your core throb around Bucky’s cock. He releases his grip on one of your thighs and brings his hand down to play with your clit, bringing you even closer to your first release. “Cum for me, y/n. Wanna feel you cum around daddy’s cock.”

Hearing him refer to himself as 'daddy' is what sends your hurtling over the edge and you see stars as you tightly squeeze your eyes shut. Your legs try to close from the pleasure bubbling inside you but he keeps you open, still plowing into you.

You let out a squeal when he flips you onto your stomach, his cock slipping out of your dripping cunt. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you so you're on your hands and knees. You feel the head of his dick tease your opening before bottoming out inside you till his hips hit your ass.

“Daddy, you’re so deep, fuck!” You scream out.

He pushes your face into the pillow and he slides in even deeper, hitting your cervix and you scream out yet again. “So responsive,” he growls out. And then he stills his hips, deep inside you so you can feel just how deep he is. He reaches his metal hand around you and applies a bit of pressure to your lower belly and you shudder from the cool metal on your heated skin. “You feel me in there, babygirl?”

"Yes, daddy! You feel so perfect inside of me.” You both let out moans when he slowly starts moving inside you, his hand still on your stomach and you can feel every little movement he makes You feel high form the way his cock twitches when you clench around him, and you want nothing more than for him to fill you up till you're dripping for days. And you let out a particularly loud moan at the thought of it.

“What is it, princess? What’s got you all worked up?”

“I-I want you to cum inside of me, daddy. Want you to fill me up so good.”

His hips stutter at your words and he softly whimpers. There is nothing hotter than James Buchanan Barnes whimpering because of you, you’re sure of it.

“C’mon, daddy, cum in my pussy. Please.” You moan out.

He lets out a growl, “Touch your clit for me, babygirl.”

And you immediately do as he says, helping him bring you to euphoria. He picks up his pace, slamming into your tight hole. The sound of skin slapping skin and both of your moans filling the room. And you’re on the edge, ready to fall…

“Cum with me, y/n.” Bucky lets out darkly; and another orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, Bucky right behind you. The feeling of his thick ropes of cum spurting inside you heightening the euphoric state you're in.

Bucky flips you around so you’re straddling him. You look down into his eyes and he just smirks at you. “Ride daddy’s cock, princess.” You would but your legs feel like jelly from the position you were just in. Bucky clicks his tongue at your state. “Daddy’s gotta do all the work, huh, babygirl? It’s okay, daddy’s got you.” He says as he harshly pulls his cock almost completely out of you and slams back in, making you fall over him. “It’s okay, just let daddy take care of you.” He sets a punishing pace, and it makes your head spin. His words sound so loving, but his dick is saying something entirely different. And you whine out in sensitivity.

“D-daddy! I-I can’t... too much.” You moan into his neck.

“You can take it, y/n. I know you can. Just- shit- just be a g-good girl and take it!” Bucky growls out that last part, already on the verge of cumming inside you again.

“DADDY!” You scream out, your thighs beginning to tighten around Bucky, ready to cum.

“You gonna cum for me again? It’s okay, let go for me, y/n.” And you are letting out a shout of his name. Bucky quickly pulls out before he has a chance to release again. He turns you so you are on your stomach on top of him, facing his cock, his face at your pussy.

“Suck my cock, babygirl. I’ll make you feel real good over here.” And with that he licks a long stipe from your clit to your aching hole. You let out a moan from the contact, your mind spinning. Bucky smacks your ass and you take his cock into your mouth, he moans into your pussy as you take him deep into your throat until you slightly gag around his length.

Bucky’s tongue circles your entrance before sliding into you. And it feels so good, you’ve never felt anything like it and you desperately need more. The way his wet tongue slides inside of you has your head spinning. You moan around his cock and feel him twitch inside your mouth. You release him with a pop and spit on the head of his cock, watching your saliva trail down the base of him before sucking just the head into you mouth and swirl your tongue the same pace of his inside of your tight hole. Once you run your tongue over his slit his hips start to buck to make you take more of him into your mouth. You lightly pinch his thigh and he whines before taking his tongue out of you.

“I need to cum, y/n!” He grumbles at you.

“You’re gonna cum,” you say and then go right back to sucking just the tip of his dick.

Bucky groans out in frustration and then plunges his tongue back inside your cunt. And you moan around him, sending vibrations to every part of his body. And then his cock spasms as he releases his hot cum into your mouth. And like the good girl you are; you swallow all of it. Bucky continues his ministrations with his tongue and you let off of him to let out a loud moan you’ve been holding in all this time. “Oh, daddy, your tongue feels so good inside of my tight pussy! Shit!”

You focus your attention back to his softening length and you take him back into your mouth till he hits the back of your throat and Bucky whimpers under you. You work him with your mouth and he quickly becomes rock hard again and his legs begin to shake from the overstimulation. He sucks at your entrance and then releases you, letting out a broken moan.

“Y-y/n, baby. You gotta- fuck- you gotta stop.”

Being the little shit you are, you suck him harder and take him deeper in your throat. And he swears you’re trying to kill him with the skill of your mouth. His legs convulse under you and he moans shakily “Shit, I’m gonna cum again! Fuck.” With that he releases inside your awaiting mouth for the second time that night.

Once he comes down he grabs hold of your hips and lifts you up so you're hovering over his face. He smacks your ass before speaking, “Sit on my face, princess. I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard.”

You just look at him as if to say he’s crazy. “Umm..” you start, but Bucky lowers you down and starts lapping at your cunt like a man starved. You tangle your fingers in his hair for something to hold onto and let out an ear-shattering scream. You can feel Bucky smirk underneath you and you’re already close to your orgasm.

Bucky lets off you for a moment to catch his breath, “You’re gonna beg me to let you cum.” And then he’s right back to shoving his tongue inside of your dripping hole.

You let out another scream from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. Bucky smacks your ass again with his metal hand and you whimper brokenly. He soothes the burn with the cool of his hand. And the need to cum overwhelms you, you remember the words that last came out of Bucky’s mouth.

“Oh, Bucky! Please let me cum, I need to cum so bad. Please, please! You scream out. Bucky taps your thigh, letting you know you can cum. And you scream out in euphoria as you let go. He slows his ministrations, riding you through your high. And you're a trembling, screaming mess.

Once you come down from your high and your breathing slows down you and Bucky hear the sound of pounding at what sounds like the door and the wall behind the bed.

And then you hear the ringing of Bucky’s phone. He quickly picks it up and sighs before answering. “Yeah?”

You can clearly hear Sam’s voice on the phone, “You two need to shut the fuck up, it’s two in the goddamn morning!”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright, I’ll tell y/n to keep it down.” Bucky replies while smirking.

“And you two are kinky as fuck, God!”

“Goodnight, Sam.”

“I’m sure it was.”

And then Bucky hangs up, lays on the bed, and yells out to whoever is outside. “We’re all good in here!” And then turns out the light and cuddles close to you. And you sigh contentedly.

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the-writing-pigeon · 2 months

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Singing In the Shower

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, showering, nudity, Bucky sneaking into the shower, physical touch, pet names (doll), suggestive/slightly dirty talk (if there is anything else let me know!)

A/N: This is something that I came up with, and since I am revamping some of my old stories, there will be some changes. It’s short but sweet, so I hope you like it:) Again, If you recognize some of these stories, I ask that you please do not interact as if I am the same person. I am trying to stay anonymous.

Ever since you were a little girl, you have always loved to sing. You would make a tune or rhythm out of anything. Whistle, drum, hum and most prominently, singing. Your family loved the concerts you would put on, your little plastic microphone in hand. All of those memories come flooding in when you start to hum your favorite childhood song: A teenager in love.

“One day I feel so happy, The next I feel so sad.”

You continued the song and smiled when you sang the lyrics that followed.

“Why must I be a teenager in love?”

You tried to be as quiet as possible with knowledge that Bucky was sleeping in the room right across the hall. He had a very long mission today, and waking up to a grumpy Bucky was not on your to-do list today.

Your lips pulled up into a smile once again as you sang the chorus. You couldn’t help being a hopeless romantic, and you were so lucky to have found Bucky. The time you met, was a silly incident on a trip to Romania.

You thought about the first time the two of you met. It was a silly incident while you were on a trip to Romania;

You had tripped over your own feet and spilled coffee all over the ground. When you went to get napkins, you turned around and a man had come to help you with the mess.

You smiled brightly and said, “Oh you don’t have to help me. It’s my own clumsy self coming out.”

The man shook his head and replied, “It’s alright miss. It’s just some coffee.”

Let’s just say that you haven’t ordered coffee in public since then. You shook off the funny memory as you rinsed your (length, color, and texture) hair. While humming to yourself, you didn’t hear the bathroom door creak open, your boyfriend entering the steam-filled room.

The shower curtain barely shuffled open, and you could feel the warm presence of your loving, hunky boyfriend behind you. He had taken his metal arm off before hopping in, making sure the technology didn’t get ruined. His lips pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, his right hand resting on your soft tummy. With his skin pressed against yours, everything felt right.

“I didn’t know you could sing doll.” His voice is low and groggy, most likely just from waking up.

The butterflies in your belly fluttered, and a smile grew on your face. “Only in the shower.” You say, leaning back in his warm embrace. He gives your forehead a gentle kiss, and the two of you sway as you continue to hum your favorite song.

“You know, I bought this album on vinyl when it first came out, it was my mothers favorite.” Your brows raised, almost forgetting that the man you love was born much earlier than you were.

“Wow… it must’ve been a hit if it is still popular today, hm?” You turn, looking up at Bucky, his blue eyes crinkling with joy as he smiles.

“It was,” He pauses and cups your cheek, his thumb grazing over the soft and textured skin of your face. “But I think it sounds better when you sing it.” The burly man leans down, peppering your face with kisses until he finally presses a soft kiss to your lips. Even though you have known him for a while, and you live with him, you still get nervous around Bucky. And every kiss feels like the first; Magical.

His gentle hand helps you scrub your body, and he helps you condition your hair, turning off the faucet once he finished. He reaches out of the shower and grabs your soft towel, wrapping it around your body with his arm just like a big hug.

“Do you promise to sing more often, doll?” He asks, smirking as adds, “Maybe on my cock next time?”

With a gasp and a light slap to his chest, you giggle and press a sloppy kiss to his lips.

“In your dreams!” You say, laughing with Bucky as you both exit the shower, feeling clean and happy.

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marvelouslizzie · 6 months

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Pretty Little Thing - co-written with @notafunkiller

Summary: Your long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, is a regular at the bar where you work, and tonight, it's impossible to avoid serving him for the first time.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, alcohol, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: @notafunkiller and I merged our separate ideas into one and this is the outcome. It was so much fun to write. We hope it'll me the same while reading too.

All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.

Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message us. Unless it’s hate. That’s never welcome.

You thought this night would be calm and easy, that nothing significant would happen. All that changed when Bucky Barnes set foot in the bar. It’s not his first time here by any means, but until now you successfully managed to avoid him by asking the other bartender to serve his side. This time, unfortunately, you are working alone. It’s a slow night, so there’s no way you can really avoid him.

You watch him find an empty place and sit down, and you really don’t know what to do. You can feel yourself sweating already. You are so nervous. Not because you are afraid of him or anything. He doesn’t look scary. Not to you. You are afraid to embarrass yourself in front of him, but you should be able to ask for his order and serve it without messing it up. That’s not so hard.

Just keep it simple, you tell yourself.

“Hey, what can I get you?”

Bucky looks up from his phone straight into your eyes, and you freeze a little.

“Hello, do you... a draft beer, please.”

His answer confuses you. That’s not his usual order.

“You sure you don’t want something stronger? We have that bourbon.” You curse yourself internally for paying attention and not being able to hold your tongue.

He raises his eyebrow surprised. “How do you know that? There is no way you served me any drinks cause I would remember you.”

He frowns as soon as he finishes speaking. Maybe you helped your colleague or maybe you were informed about what he drinks just in case he showed up. He’s still the Winter Soldier after all.

“I never served you before.” You say with a shy smile. You hope this is enough of an answer for him.

“Do I look like a bourbon man?” He asks playfully before giving you a smile that transforms his face a little, softening his features.

“You look like you enjoy quality stuff, and between you and me, our draft beer is shitty.”

That comment makes him chuckle. You’re so distracted by his face that you don’t notice how his eyes fall straight to your breasts.

“Thanks for the tip. Normal beer then?”

“If you insist.” You smile and open the small fridge under the bar where you keep some of the beers. You quickly open it and put it right in front of him, not realizing that gesture shows off your bartender skills a little bit.

He doesn’t look away from you as he takes a big sip before placing the bottle on the table quickly.

“For how long have you been working here?”

“For the past year.” You avoid making eye contact while drying some of the freshly washed glasses.

“Oh.” He sounds kind of taken aback. “I’m surprised you never served me. I’ve been coming here for what? Seven months?”

“Eight.” You bite your bottom lip as soon as the word slips out, trying to shut yourself up so you won’t mess up even more. What were you thinking? Well, you weren't…

His eyes immediately glow, and you wonder if you fucked up for good.

“So you’ve been keeping an eye on me?” He brings the bottle to his mouth and before you can say anything, you watch him finishing it in one go.

“I just noticed you.” Of course, you kept an eye on him, but you played it down a little.

“Well, I didn’t notice you,” he says regretfully. “And I wonder how. I am pretty aware of my surroundings... especially if they are full of beautiful people like you.”

You can’t help but blush, yet you try to sound unaffected. You don’t know if you succeed or not, though.

“This place is usually so crowded and full of… people. So it’s normal.”

“Neah,” he denies immediately. “Have you been hiding or something?”

“I was just on the other side of the bar.” And you were trying to hide from him, saving yourself from this embarrassment because you knew if you talked to him you would fuck up. You were right.

“So I was on the wrong side this whole time.” He shakes his head. “Another beer, please, doll.”

“The same?” You ask while trying not to dwell on the pet name he uses.

“Yes, please. And one drink for you. Whatever you want, if you are allowed to drink, of course.”

The way he offers to buy you a drink surprises you. You feel quite nervous, but you try to maintain your calm. He’s probably just being nice, right?

“I am allowed to drink, but that’s not necessary.”

He pouts. “I didn’t mean you need to talk to me for it, doll. There are no conditions for this drink.”

“Oh.” You didn’t even think he would take it this way. “That’s not why I said it’s not necessary. I wasn’t worried about that.”

“Okay. Whatever you want... I won’t insist.”

“It’s just… I am allowed to drink whatever I want. You don’t need to pay for it.” You try to explain so he won’t take it the wrong way.

“Alright,” he says, a little distant, as you open up another bottle of beer and put it in front of him.

“I just didn’t want you to pay extra when I can get it for free.” You don’t know why you are explaining yourself like this. It’s normal not to accept drinks from customers.

“It’s fine, I totally understand. Thank you!” He reaches for the bottle immediately.

You take a fancy glass out of the rack and pour yourself one of the ready-to-serve cocktails that your colleague prepared, right in front of him. He doesn’t say anything as he keeps staring at your hands.

“Thanks for the drink.” You say while putting the bottle away.

“Me?” He asks surprised. “Thought this is on the bar.”

“Well, you gave me the idea, and if you really insist on spending your money so unnecessarily, who am I to stop you?”

“That’s a good attitude.” He smiles again before bringing his bottle close to your glass. “Cheers to a good Thursday in a lovely company.”

You clink your glass with a smile on your face. It seems like he finally understood your intention, so you feel relieved.

“How does that taste?”

“Don’t let the color fool you, it tastes really strong but delicious.” You look at him for a second and notice that got his interest. “Wanna taste it?” You offer your own drink to him, and he contemplates for a few seconds before leaning in.

“Yes, I am curious.”

You hand the glass to him. Your fingers touch for a second, and you get so excited that you worry about dropping the glass. It’s like your heart is in your throat.

“Your hands are cold,” he comments casually before taking a sip right from the spot covered by your lipstick. You gasp. You have no idea if he did it on purpose, but the way he’s drinking it… your body is responding to that so much. You clear your throat, trying to calm yourself down.

“Delicious.” He smiles, handing back your glass, and you notice a bit of lipstick in the corner of his mouth.

It creates this internal dilemma. Should you just let him know about it or act like nothing happened and let him walk around like this? The second one could cause him a lot of embarrassment, and you don’t wanna be the reason for that. That’s why you suddenly find yourself leaning closer to him, just to wipe the lipstick off. He doesn’t move an inch, not jumping like you would expect, letting you touch him. When you realize what you are doing, you suddenly feel super self-conscious.

“You…” You gulp down. “You have… lipstick on… just here.”

You keep rubbing your finger against the corner of his mouth. You feel his stubble and how soft his lips are, but you try not to think about it. He chuckles, covering your hand with his. It surprises you so much that you freeze for a second. Then you look into his eyes, struggling to see if you made him feel uncomfortable or not.

“So considerate of you. Thank you.”

You move your hand away from his mouth but not away from his touch. Somehow you can’t find the strength to do that.

What he does next, though, makes you completely breathless. He brings your hand to his mouth again, but this time he presses his lips gently against your skin, smiling right after. Your eyes open with surprise, feeling completely speechless, yet you don’t move away. You don’t even realize you are smiling slightly.

“Your hands are still so cold.”

“Yeah…” You try to speak, but it feels like your words are stuck in your throat. “They are always cold.”

“We need to change that.” He places another kiss on your hand.

He’s surprisingly nervous as he leads you to the living room. Based on his confidence back in the bar, you didn’t expect him to become so shy all of a sudden.

“Do you want some coffee?”

“No.” You answer quickly. The only thing you want is to feel his lips again but you keep that thought to yourself.

“What do you want then?”

It’s obvious in his tone and the way he looks at you he doesn’t ask you about drinks.

“You.” You can’t believe you said this out loud, but it’s the truth.

He doesn’t need another push as he comes closer, grabbing you by the chin. Your lips crash together with an almost desperate hunger. He takes the opportunity immediately, getting his tongue inside your mouth in a fervent exploration. The sensation is electrifying.

You let him explore your mouth while you focus on his taste. It’s so unique and tasty, you just can’t get enough of it. Your hands slowly move toward the back of his head, pulling him closer.

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels your touch, breaking the kiss just to move his lips to your neck.

“Mhmm… James.” His lips feel so good against your neck. It just sends a jolt of arousal through your body.

But then he freezes, with his mouth glued to your neck. You open your eyes confused wanting to ask him what happened, and that’s when you realize what you’ve just said.

“You know who I am?” His voice is a warm whisper against your skin.

“Of course, I know who you are.” You make it sound so natural as if there’s no way you wouldn’t know who he is. “You think I go to the houses of men I don’t know?” You say playfully.

“I didn’t mean that...” He raises his head from the crook of your neck just to look you in the eye. “I didn’t mean it offensively, I just wasn’t sure. I’m just stupid, I didn’t expect it.”

“I know who you are, James Bucky Barnes.”

“Fuck,” he groans, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip. “Say it again.”

“James Bucky Barnes or just James?”

He kisses you more desperately than before, his hands finding your hips as he gently grabs them, pulling you so close that you can feel his erection. You gasp so softly, but he hears it anyway, and you settle on his hard cock so it’s right against where you want it to be.

He moans. “Let’s go to the bedroom, doll.”

“Why?” You ask innocently as if you don’t know what he means. “Isn’t your couch comfortable enough?”

For him? Sure. But for you?

“The bed is better.”

“Okay.” You sound so obedient suddenly as you wrap your legs around his torso.

He immediately lifts you up without effort, and you smile, letting him carry you toward his room. He’s a super soldier after all. He closes the door with his foot as soon as you’re inside, then he gently puts you on the bed, like he’s afraid you might break. The way he’s acting is so endearing, but you want him to let go really badly. Even the manner he starts to take off your pants is too gentle.

You let him undress you the way he wants, though. Then you move closer to him, taking his clothes off, your movements not as gentle as his. You are impatient and needy. You see him holding his breath when you reach to touch his chest, close to where his metal arm begins, so you lean in to leave a kiss right there. You don’t know if you are crossing a line, but you have to. He should know that this is not something that would bother you, on the contrary, it turns you on even more. When he doesn’t move away from you, you keep kissing around his scars and his chest. Your hand is on his shoulder, gently caressing.

“That feels so good, doll,” he says with a sigh before he grabs your waist. “but it's time for me to eat.”

You find yourself on your back so suddenly that you don’t even have time to react. He quickly settles between your legs and you understand exactly what he meant. He lifts them enough so you can rest them on his shoulders as he gets more comfortable on his tummy. You feel a hole in your stomach immediately. You can’t believe Bucky is between your thighs, about to eat you out.

He’s taking his sweet time at first, kissing down your thighs and even smelling you before he finally brings his tongue to your entrance.

“Come on, James. Don’t tease me.” You look down just to see him smiling.

“Why not? You seem to enjoy it.”

“I would enjoy it more if you stopped teasing and started eating.”

Surprisingly, Bucky doesn’t waste more time and properly starts to fuck you with his tongue. He’s not too quick, nor too slow with his moves, and you’re shocked when he brings his fingers to your mouth.

“Need you to make them wet for me, please.” Even while saying that, he sounded a little too polite.

“On one condition,” you say, looking directly into his eyes. “Stop acting like I am made of glass.”

“But you kinda are.”

“I am not. Believe me.”

He says nothing, making sure to lick your slit before getting his tongue inside you again, his fingers, glued to your lips. You take it as a silent agreement and you open your mouth, suck his fingers, and let him wet them. When he thinks it’s enough, he gently takes them out and brings them right to your clit. He doesn’t touch it directly at first, teasing around it until you move your hips a little, needing to feel your clit stimulated.

“Please.” The way he’s taking his sweet time is so frustrating.

He lets his hand drop and instead of feeling his fingers on your clit, you feel his tongue at the same time he gets a finger inside you. You moan loudly, finally getting what you wanted from the start.

His other hand reaches for yours when he hears you grabbing the sheet, and you immediately hold it, enjoying how his cold metal feels. When you feel the second finger and he scissors both of them inside you, you’re shocked by how close you suddenly are. You can’t help but arch your back and move your hips, needing it faster.

He reads the signals pretty quickly and lets you use his mouth while he keeps pumping his fingers. It doesn’t take long for you to gasp, moan, and start to shake because of the pleasure he’s giving you.

“James! Shit. I’m- gonna… ahh… come.”

You moan louder than you expected, dropping your head against his sheets, possessed by a great wave of pleasure. You want to tell him not to stop anything, but you can’t. And you don’t need to as he keeps licking and fingering you while you ride your orgasm out, prolonging it as much as possible.

When it’s done, you are feeling so good yet you are hungry for more. You raise your head a little and see Bucky still between your legs, but this time his beard is covered with your slick. He looks so handsome. His blue eyes are shining and his hair is all messy. It makes you wanna kiss him and that’s exactly what you do. You reach down to him, and he meets you in the middle, kissing you the way he was just eating you out: with passion and hunger.

He’s less gentle than before as you feel his hands grabbing your breasts, but it’s still not enough. You cover his hands with yours and push him to grab them harder than before. You let out a muffled moan while kissing him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You find yourself blushing like you two aren’t having sex. To mask your reaction, you reach out to his hard cock, gently grabbing it.

“Oh god,” he groans as he instinctively squeeze your breasts harder.

“Mhmm, yes.” You lean into his touch. “Just like that.”

Bucky looks at you as if you said something shocking. Is he not used to communicating during sex?

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re surprising me for someone so delicate.”

“I told you, I am not.”

He smiles. “Do you wanna help me put on a condom then?”

“I would love to, but…” You smile. “What if I told you I am clean and on the pill?”

“Fuck, I need you.” He kisses you suddenly. “Now.”

“I am right here.” It sounds so calming. “You can take me however you want.”

You’re not only on your back in the next second, but you also have his cock lined up at your entrance.

“Jesus, doll! For a pretty little thing, you’re quite nasty.”

“I just know what I want.” And this is it.

He nods, wrapping your legs around his ass at the same time he pushes inside you. In a second, your head is thrown back while you moan loudly. The way he fills you is so delicious. It makes you feel so full but not uncomfortable.

“You’re taking me so well already.”

“Please…” You raise your hips to create more friction. “Please, move.”

He brings his mouth to your breast a little before he starts thrusting, making sure to leave a small hickey right on top of it. It hurts so good, and you moan without holding back. It is music to Bucky’s ears. He just wants to hear it again, so he does it again.

“You want it rough, don’t you?” He thrusts harder than before. “You’re so needy.”

“Yeah.” Your voice is so shaky already. “I told you already.”

“Told me what?” He teases. “I don’t remember.”

“That I am not made of glass.”

“No, you are made for me.” He brings his hand to your face to move the hair strands that cover your eyes. “For my cock.”

“In that case…” You don’t know where the sudden rush of confidence comes from. “You are made for me. To fill me up.” You move your hips again, trying to fuck yourself on him.

“Oh, god. You’re so fucking wet,” he moans. “I am, I’m gonna fill you up so much.” He kisses you suddenly, your teeth almost crashing together because of the thrusts, but you don’t care.

“Can’t wait.” You tease him. “Don’t hold back, okay?”

He says nothing, letting his head drop a little so he can suck on your neck properly. He’s definitely fucking you harder. He pulls until he’s almost completely out of you before thrusting inside you again. And again. And again. It takes your breath away. The way it makes you feel is indescribable. You lose the little remaining control you had and just turn into a moaning mess.

“Say my name, baby. C-come on.”

“James?” You sound hesitant even if you don’t mean to because you don’t know which name he wants to hear.

“Again,” he begs, his metal arm on your leg pushing it right against his ass.

“James!” This one comes out so naturally. No questions, no hesitation. You just breathe out his name with a moan.

“God, you look so beautiful. So pretty with my cock inside you.” His thrusts get faster, and you have no idea how he can speak so well while you’re a mess.

“I’m so close,” you can barely say without taking a breath in the middle of the sentence.

“What do you want?”

“Just… harder.”

“Like this?” He asks, suddenly thrusting a little harder than before. “Or like this?”

“This! Yes! Just like this!”

“You just want it hard.” He whispers against your ear. “What a dirty girl.”

You hear him, but you can’t respond. You are too busy coming all over his cock, and it feels like you are in heaven. He continues to fuck you as the pleasure fades away, murmuring how pretty you are and how good you make him feel before he comes, too, grabbing the bedpost behind you with his metal arm. It makes a clicking sound, but you don’t care, opening your still foggy eyes just to watch him.

There’s so much come. You can already feel it dripping out of you as he keeps fucking you. You expect it to end soon, but it doesn’t. It goes on and on. The way he loses control as he comes just triggers another orgasm out of you. You would be surprised how quickly you could come again if it didn’t feel overwhelmingly good. You can’t think about anything other than him and the way he makes you feel.

His come is getting all over your thighs and ass, and the bed, as he moans. “Kakaya khoroshaya devochka.” What a good girl.

You can’t help but laugh despite not understanding a word of what he says. “Is that Russian?”

He opens his eyes, and the blue you love is almost completely grey. “Yes.” He sounds confused, too.

“What does it mean?” Your afterglow can’t overshadow your curiosity. “If you don’t tell me, this isn’t happening again.” You try to make it obvious you aren’t serious with your playful tone. Especially not after those orgasms.

“Look at you, little and feisty, blackmailing me.” He chuckles before leaving a kiss on your lips. “I told you what a good girl you are. I didn’t realize I spoke in Russian.”

You laugh a little. “Say it again.” You give him the cutest look. “Please?”

“Ty moya khoroshaya devochka.” He repeats softly. You’re my good girl.

You don’t even realize how content you look as you keep smiling.

“Now, I can get used to that.”

“Say my name again, please.”

You love the neediness in his voice. “James?” You tilt your head a little. “Or would you prefer Bucky?”

“Fuck, it doesn’t matter.” His thumb is suddenly on your lips. “I can get used to that, too.”

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she chose me

Summary: Steve's hopes get crushed when he wrongly assumes you'd choose him over Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x agent!female reader

Warnings: 18+, no condom (but f is on birth control), teasing, pet names, jealousy, sergeant + sir + daddy kìnk, vibranium arm kìnk, language, degrading, praising, no mention of y/n etc.

Word Count: 6.9K

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A/N: I really hope you’ll enjoy it! This was inspired by the "She chose me." TikTok trend.

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You’re all quiet, watching the back and forth between Cap and Bucky. Not even Sam intervenes.

“You didn’t-”

“This is just not gonna work, Buck.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, with an expression you like to describe as bitchy. He’s so sassy without even intending to, and you wonder how bitchier he’d be if this wasn’t his best friend talking.

“Let’s see if people agree.”

He looks around waving at you and the rest of the team while Sam just snorts, covering his mouth with his hand.

But you’re not amused because you have no idea how to handle this diplomatically.

“Whose side are you on?” Steve’s tone is deep and authoritative, making you feel a little uneasy.

You don’t know how to talk to Avengers sometimes. You are on friendly terms, even when you train. Sam always cracks jokes, Steve shares stories and gives advice, and Bucky is Bucky. Nat and Sam call him The Machine for a reason. But he’s a really good professor and an even better observer. He pays attention to every recruit and remembers what they need to work on. You find him extra intimidating because he’s also the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. No exaggeration. And it’s not in the usual clean and golden boy way you are used to, anyway. He’s been through shit and it’s showing in the way he carries himself and doesn’t talk much when it’s not needed.

But you pay attention too, and this is why you think you were chosen to lead the recruits for this mission. You are on good terms with the Avengers, and Bucky probably approved the idea of working with you because you didn’t piss him off like most do. You know he hates chit chat, you learned how to read most of his stares and to not take it personally when he makes remarks about your fighting skills. They’re not your strongest asset, but you have a flair and you come up with the best solutions under pressure. You managed to pin him down once for a few seconds, and that is probably your greatest achievement.

But in moments like this, you don’t know how to say things without upsetting one side.

“You won’t get in trouble, don’t worry,” Bucky adds confidently. You’re not surprised when four out of your six colleagues agree with Bucky. They explain quickly why, emphasizing how much faster and efficient it would be if you followed that route, but their voices are still trembling. And you get it. Telling Captain America to his face you prefer his best friend’s plan over his will always be a risk. But if he gets mad, that says more about him as a leader than about anyone else.

Sam raises his hands in the air defensively, probably enjoying this as a show, but based on the looks he shares with Bucky, it seems like he agrees with him too.

You try to find your words, knowing you’re the last one from your team to speak, but before you can even open your mouth, Steve already smiles, pointing at you with his index finger. “Look at this, though! She agrees with me… She chose me.”

His grin is cold and a little arrogant. What you don’t notice, though, is the intention Steve had when he decided to use those exact words, but Bucky does. And he clenches his jaw at the same time his vibranium hand curls into a fist; a silent response to the not-so-innocent assumption that Steve made.

After a few seconds, Bucky leans in, his gaze steady and confident. “Did she?”

There is no way you would pick Steve’s plan. You are too smart and you have too much integrity to pick his side just to kiss his ass. He raises an eyebrow at you this time, a confident smirk forming on his lips. “Did you really choose him? You really think his plan would work better, doll?”

You feel surrounded by Bucky… attacked even. Your cheeks are getting hotter, too, and you know there is nothing you can do to hide your redness. Doll… He called you that when he turned you again on your back the day you managed to pin him down. It’s something about the way he says it that makes it absolutely deadly. Your first instinct was to be offended, but you reminded yourself he is a man born in 1917. He lived his twenties in the 40s, and doll was used as slang for sweetheart.

Taking a deep breath, you tilt your head slightly, directing your response to Steve. “It’s not about choosing sides, but considering all perspectives for the best outcome. And your plan, Captain, has its strengths, but I’m inclined to agree with Sergeant Bucky.” You bite your lip. “It’s about finding the most effective strategy for the mission, not a personal preference of any kind.”

Steve’s smile falls off, but your attention shifts back to Bucky’s grin that lightens up his face.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Well, then,” Steve sighs. “Can I have a word with you in private?”

You don’t realize he’s speaking to you until he says your name.

Surprised, you jump. “Yes, of course.”

Steve leans back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips as you write down the last details. “You know, I value your insights on the mission.”

You look surprised because how can he value your opinion when this is your second mission only? He’s Captain America!

“Oh?”

“I trust your judgment, and your training is going great. If you and the team chose Bucky’s plan, then we do it.” You see his jaw clench, though, so you know it’s not easy for him to say it. Even if it’s his friend… interesting. “Maybe, when all is over, we could grab a cup of coffee and talk about other things. What do you think?”

You’re silent for a couple of seconds, trying to realize if he means it in the way you think he is. There is no way, right?

Just in case, you offer him a friendly smile, “Thanks, Cap! I value our teamwork too. Coffee sounds great after. It could be a good way for all of us to unwind as a team.”

He nods, sighing. “I’m glad you’re on board. I’m looking forward to that coffee, even if it’s with the whole team. And please, call me Steve.”

So he was flirting…

“Thank you,” you pause as you stand up. “I’m gonna talk with Sergeant Barnes so we can get things ready for tomorrow. Have a good night, Steve!”

You knock only three times before the door opens and a Bucky dressed in shorts and a white tank top lets you in with a smirk.

“Sergeant Barnes,” you nod as you take a step inside his bedroom. He only stays here before and after missions when he is too tired to go to his apartment, so you don’t expect to see any personal objects there except for a few clothes.

“What happened to Bucky?”

You look at him surprised, tightening your hold on the tablet you are holding.

What?

“Sir?”

Bucky closes his eyes for a second. “Earlier, during the meeting, you called me Sergeant Bucky.”

Shit!

Maybe you should start calling him Sergeant Barnes in your head as well to avoid these fucks up. You feel so embarrassed that you want to disappear. You don’t want him to think you disrespect him in any way. His rank carries a lot of weight and trauma.

You clear your throat, slightly flustered. “My apologies, Sergeant Barnes. It won’t happen again, sir.” You offer him an apologetic smile while trying very hard to maintain a professional tone.

Bucky’s smirk softens as he places his flesh hand on your shoulder. You feel your legs transforming into jelly.

“My point was, doll, there is no need to be so formal. We’re off-duty here, and titles aren’t necessary. Just call me Bucky.”

“Alright, Bucky,” you smile. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but I came to discuss the plan for tomorrow. I talked to Steve and we agreed it would be wise for you to lead the way as Mr. Wilson-”

“Steve?” Bucky interrupts before you can finish your sentence. He doesn’t even bother to look at your tablet, either.

“Yes, we talked in the office.”

“No, I get that. But you call him Steve? What happened to Cap?” Bucky knows that might sound really childish, but he can’t help it. What is Steve trying to do?

Was it some kind of test? Did you misunderstand everything with Steve?

“Oh, Cap allowed me to call him Steve earlier. I am sorry if it sounded disrespectful.”

He squeezes your shoulder even before moving his hand to your chin, raising your face, and you feel yourself blushing again.

The blue of his eyes is so intense that you can’t see how anyone would be able to survive it.

“You apologize too much, doll. I don’t like it.”

You can’t breathe. “Sor-” You pause, realizing he is right. Apologizing is second nature to you. It feels wrong when you don’t, and you do it without even thinking about it. “I guess I do that a lot. I’ll work on it, Bucky.”

“I’m not your teacher right now, doll.” He smiles, letting go of your chin. “Just remember, we’re not all about formalities here. Relax a bit.”

Easier said than done. But you need to keep it together and ignore the urge to grab his face and finally kiss him. So you focus on talking about the mission and the members of the team. You talk about all of your colleagues, and Bucky helps you take notes. He switched so easily from friendly to the sergeant mode, which is fascinating.

He explains step by step your positions, the way things are gonna happen and even two back up plans. Two!

You’re not overwhelmed by the amount of information, but you’re quite surprised by how much he talks and how well he answers every possible question any of you could have. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak for more than a few seconds continuously so you try to focus on every word.

Only when he finishes and you close your tablet after sending everyone the plan, do you see him relaxing again.

With a smirk, he asks you, “How did Steve take it?”

“He was fine with the plan, even suggested if we feel like doing it, to get one or two more members. But based on what you said, we won’t need it.”

“He has a point, of course, but if you said you don’t think you need it, good.” You try not to stare at his lips as he speaks, but it’s so hard. “And I meant how he took that you chose my plan. That you chose me.”

You meet Bucky’s gaze, trying to keep your composure, “Steve seemed more than okay with it from what I saw. He values the team’s decision. Plus, it’s not about choosing sides, and-”

“And not a personal preference of any kind,” he interrupts just to quote you, and you don’t know if you should feel flattered he remembers word by word or to prepare yourself for a negative reaction. To be honest, your head is spinning and him being so close makes it worse. “I heard you very well, but I’m curious…”

He extends his hand and carefully tucks your hair behind your ears. You swear you can hear your own heartbeat going crazy. And if you do, so does he.

“About what?”

“Would the answer be different if it was about personal preferences, doll? Would you choose him?”

You freeze. You are simply in shock because this cannot happen to you. From Steve asking you out earlier to your crush basically doing this. You’re confused and a little tired, but you didn’t imagine all of this. Does Bucky want you? Is that it?

You take a deep breath praying you won’t choke on the words. “In a hypothetical scenario based on personal preferences, Bucky, I would still not pick him.”

Your voice is trembling, but you maintain eye contact even after admitting it. You didn’t choose Bucky’s plan because of your crush, so you shouldn’t feel embarrassed or exposed. He’s the one who let you call him Bucky, who touched you and asked you that. You don’t know if he counts romance as a personal preference, but there is an urge inside you to find out. You wonder how he’d taste, if he’d kiss you back if you kissed him first, how your mission would be if you crossed the line. Your thoughts are foggy.

“So you’d choose me.”

You clear your throat. “Yes.”

“Over Captain America.” His grin is so boyish and cute that it makes you smile. He looks younger and less… burdened when he gets like this. Bucky chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Well, well, well. Looks like I got someone not kissing Captain America’s ass for a change. That’s really rare. You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?”

You mask your gasp with a cough, deciding to play along, a sly grin forming on your face. “Maybe I just have a thing for underdogs.”

Bucky’s eyes light up with amusement to your annoyance but also excitement, and he leans in, taking the tablet from your hand and placing it on the floor without a care. “Underdogs, huh? Ouch, that hurt a little. I thought I was your favorite super-soldier.”

You can’t help but giggle, feeling enough encouragement from his reaction to touch his vibranium arm just to feel it. You got the chance to do it only for a couple of seconds and it always fascinated you, especially the golden pattern. The fact he can feel everything because it’s connected to his nerves is insane to you. It probably is to him too. “Oh, you are. And my favorite teacher too. But a little competition never hurts, Sergeant Barnes.”

You can see he feigns offense. “Competition, huh?” Bucky’s playfulness turns into a serious tone as he adds, “Well, let me show you why I’m the only choice.”

And without warning, he closes the distance between you and kisses you.

You gasp, taken aback, but you bring your hands to his face and hip before you deepen the kiss. He’s not as gentle as you expected, his left arm flying to your ass and bringing your hips closer to his immediately.

You moan when you feel his hard on so close to your pussy, and tug on his hair a little.

“Aren’t you a naughty girl?” He lowers his lips to your jaw. “I could basically smell how wet you got earlier as soon as I called you doll. And so did Steve.”

You want to open your eyes and tell him to stop talking about his friend. You don’t want to be turned off, but he already continues.

“He thought he stood a chance with my girl.”

“Your girl?” You whimper when his teeth graze your neck before his tongue licks on the spot. He intends to leave a mark, you have no doubt, and you absolutely love it.

“Mine.” His whisper makes you shiver. “I want to mark you. The thought of having you covered in hickeys during the mission makes me so hard it almost hurts. Gonna show everyone you belong to me.”

“Do I belong to you, Sergeant Barnes?” You take a step back but let your hand linger on his chest teasingly. “Because I don’t remember you asking me to dinner.”

Bucky grins. “Dinner is a classic move, and I adapted very well to the present. But of course I can stop with the kisses right now, and we can have some late dinner.”

You roll your eyes at his unbelievably good answer. Fucker!

“This is not what I meant, Barnes, and you know it.”

“I don’t know it. But I want to know something else.”

You don’t even doubt he means something dirty because it’s too obvious.

“Like what?”

“Like how your pretty pussy tastes while you come all over my face.”

You gasp at the no-filter words. You’re so used to Steve’s warning you to use proper language, that you did not expect it.

“I thought men your age were all about being proper and refined… Don’t they teach subtlety in the 40s etiquette class or did you skip it?”

You tease him on purpose, and he knows it. You are well aware what a nerd he was in school. Such a nerd that it was displayed in the museum. You snort. You were a nerd too, so you love it.

Bucky chuckles, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he brings his hands to your pants, unzipping them without warning. Holy. Shit. The way you love this. He reads your body language very well and he has his super soldier senses.

“Well, doll, proper and refined went out the window with the 40s, right? Because otherwise you’d not be standing here letting me undress you.”

You raise your eyebrow, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. His energy is so light, and he looks like a man without a worry in moments like this.

“You’re the one who offered to show me what the little upgraded version of you can do, after all.” You take off your shoes before pulling down your pants as soon as he drags them to your ankles. You can’t believe you’re about to fuck James Bucky Barnes! “Why would I say no?”

“Just sit back and enjoy the ride, doll. Gonna make sure you have the time of your life.”

You snort, amused by his eagerness, and decide to take off your shirt yourself to see his reaction. And he doesn’t disappoint.

He grins like a child, his hands flying straight to your back without taking his eyes off your chest. And before you know it, your bra is on the floor and Bucky cups your breasts, bringing your left tit to his mouth.

If you gasped when you felt the cold touch of the vibranium, now you moan loudly, enjoying the way he licks around your skin. He avoids your nipple on purpose, so you decide to take matters into your own hands quite literally and get a grab of the top of his hair, forcing him to suck on your nipple.

“Fuck! I didn’t expect you to be so whorish,” you say without realizing, and you feel his snort and breath on the wet patch he left with his tongue.

Bucky’s grin turns into a sly smirk. “This is what you call whorish? I guess I’ll give you an experience you won’t ever forget.”

“Talk less, do more.”

You want to enjoy more of this. You have a mission in a few hours, and it might be just a one time thing anyway since he is Bucky Barnes. You don’t want to get your hopes high.

Bucky lets go of your breast with a pop and moves up, raising your head so he can kiss you.

It’s electrifying, and desperate, and not enough. You move your hands to the bottom hem of his tank top and lift it, interrupting the kiss so you can take it off completely. You just want to feel him, all of him.

You step back for a second, wanting to look at him properly, but you notice a change in his eyes that he, of course, tries to mask.

“Why are you nervous? You look like a fucking god! I should be nervous here.”

Bucky’s eyes flicker with vulnerability.

“I guess I’m not used to someone seeing my scars or my,” he waves toward his vibranium arm, and you frown.

“I will sound totally weird, but they all make you really cool, Serge.” You trace down a few scars when you see he is completely relaxed and continue. “Do I have to lick them all to make you believe me?”

You move your hands under his shorts before he can answer, though, finally touching his cock. You both moan at the feeling. He’s hard and thick, and the head is wet. You bring your fingers to his lips, smearing some of the precome before leaning in to suck it off.

You’re not prepared for his moan or for the way he attacks your mouth, and definitely not for him to snap your underwear using his flesh hand. Not even his vibranium one!

You moan into his mouth. He makes you feel like you’re floating and you need to fuck him right then.

“You’re not just whorish, you’re a whore!” You pause when you feel his fingers close to your entrance. “No wonder why you didn’t belong in the 40s.” Then you move, allowing him to touch you. You don’t realize what you said, and when you do, in the middle of dragging his shorts down, you curse yourself in your mind. It sounds like the most disrespectful thing ever. This man’s fate was changed by monsters who cryogenically freezing him and brainwashing him, and you are selfishly talking as if he belonged to you. “I’m sorry that was awful of-” But he interrupts you before you can get a chance to properly apologize.

“You like that, don’t you?”

A wave of shame surges through your body. Your cheeks are burning.

“I’m really sorry,” you take your hands off his shorts and look away, not even peaking at his cock. You ruined it, didn’t you? “I will just go.”

Bucky shakes his head, puffing. “For such an amazing agent, you’re not a good room reader, are you?”

Your eyes finally drop to his cock, which you’ve been trying to avoid in the last minute out of shame, but there’s no need anymore since he’s teasing you. He’s just a bit longer than average, and he’s really thick, and the veins do not make it ugly at all. You are curious how it’d feel in your hand, how much it’d twitch, how Bucky would moan.

“You aren’t a good room reader, either then, Barnes, since I’m not getting dicked down and my hair pulled, am I?”

Something snaps in him, and it’s visible in his eyes. You don’t know what to expect so you just watch him. But you can’t. He is so quick that, despite your crazy training, you don’t anticipate his move. His hand wraps around the hair from your nape and fists it hard enough for you to move along with him.

“Wanna be dicked down? Fine by me, get on your hands and knees.”

You’re surprised, of course you are, but his tone is firm and you find yourself nodding and doing what he told you. You know you can say no; there is nothing in Bucky’s energy that makes you feel unsafe or as if you have no choice.

At the same time, he lets go of your hair just so he can take off his shorts completely.

“Are you not gonna make sure I’m wet enough for you?” You ask when you see him getting closer to you again, even though you are very wet. You just want to push his buttons.

“I can smell you if I focus on it, let me remind you.” He smiles. “I know you’re soaked, and you wanna be dicked down. Or are you backing off?”

Challenging prick!

You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of your dick.”

“Good, because he wants to be friends with you.”

You close your eyes, cringing. “God, you were this close to turning me off.” You raise your hand in the air, putting your weight on the left one as you bring your thumb and index finger close to each other to show him exactly what a thin line this was.

Bucky laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you forget it in a second.”

Your first instinct is to want to tease him about the second remark, to ask him if this is how long he can last, but you’re too horny now. And you also need rest for the mission tomorrow.

“How, uh…” You pause not knowing how to ask this properly. “Can you, uh, make babies?” You cringe at your words. “I mean, widows can’t… and I just wanted to know if we need a condom to be extra careful since you might be extra fertile because I am on the pill and I have no idea how sex with a super sold-”

Bucky’s lips press against yours suddenly, making you stop talking.

“Breathe.”

“I’m breathing,” you whisper and he cups your face.

“Not enough. We can use a condom if you want, but I’ll need to check where I can find one. Or we can go bare if you trust me… I can pull out and you are already protected, so there shouldn’t be a problem, I think.” He pauses to kiss your lips again. “But we can still use a condom anyway to be extra careful as you said.”

You frown at that, suddenly more desperate to feel him bare than ever before.

“No, I trust you. I have never done it without a condom before, and I assume you didn’t have much time to uh… have sex.”

Bucky snorts amused. “Now why do you assume that?”

“You look like you haven’t been fucked since 1945.”

The fact he doesn’t even deny it makes you feel even bolder, so you reach for his cock and place your thumb on his wet head while wrapping the rest of your hand around the length. “Are you gonna even last for a second once you’re inside me, Sergeant Barnes?” You snort when you see him trying to hold back his moan by biting his lip. It makes you feel happy. “Or do you even manage to get inside me before- ahh!” He is predictable this time as he pulls your hair, so you laugh.

“Are you familiar with this whole red, yellow, green color code?”

You gasp. “Yes, read about it, never needed it. But how do you know that?”

“I read about it, too.” His grin is so wide and beautiful that you melt again.

“Quite naughty of you, Serge. Reading dirty books. Needed some ideas?”

Bucky smirks, kissing you again and again. “Gonna need a review after I finish with you.”

“You finishing with me?” You smile. “Big words, Barnes, but no action.”

He knows you challenge him, and you don’t try to hide it. Do you have to beg for his cock for him to finally fuck you? He is edging you on purpose at this point.

You let out a whimper in anticipation when he moves behind you.

“Are you sure you’re fine with no condom?”

“Ihm, I’m not ovulating anyway,” you whisper, trying not to sound too eager. But you are. You want to get dicked down, indeed. And you wanted it for months.

His silence makes you a bit nervous, but the sounds of him dropping to his knees behind you, followed by his hand grabbing his cock and positioning it at your entrance while squeezing your hip with the metal arm.

You love the sensation of the coldness, but you love even more when he leans in to kiss your back before he pushes inside you.

It takes two tries, though, for him to be able to push halfway inside you because you kept pushing his dick out of you instantly. You managed to take him only when he brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed a bit.

You still laughed though because the sounds were too funny and his little frustrated whimpers were hilarious. The amusement turns quickly into more horniness when you feel him stretching you without even being fully inside you. You dreamed and daydreamed about it… fantasized about it, but it still wasn’t even close to how it actually feels. How full it feels. It’s like you cannot even think, your body is weak.

“Fuck,” your voice is cracking. “Deeper.”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers.

“So?” You bring your hand to his ass, trying to show him you really need it deeper. “Why do you make it sound like a bad thing? Or are you trying not to come, Mr. Super Soldier?”

“You have quite a mouth on you, I think you need it-”

“You talk way too much. Are you nervous or-” It’s his turn to interrupt you with a thrust. Such a deep thrust your head is spinning. He’s not fully inside you, you realize, but he doesn’t try to, instead, he starts to fuck you, taking your breath away. His fingers leave your clit, grabbing your hips with both hands.

There is no question anymore, just fucking as you wanted.

And it feels like heaven. You try to keep your eyes open just so you look at him over your shoulder, but it’s impossible.

“Cat got your tongue?”

You groan. “No, you did, n-now fuck me harder.”

“Well, well,” he slows down and you almost wanna die. “This is not how you talk to your Sergeant, is it?”

He can’t do this!

“Fuck you!”

“What does my baby want?” His thrusts are too slow and teasing, just like his voice. “Use your words, beg for it.”

You’re not turned off, surprisingly. Not at all, on the contrary, the firm tone he uses, the words… you’re getting hornier, if that is even possible.

“I love your cock, Sergeant, so please give it to me. Fuck me harder and faster. Need you to pull my hair, and choke me, and… be rough.” You would be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate. You know he wouldn’t make fun of you for this, so you trust him.

“Only mine.” You take a deep breath relieved when you feel his right hand wrap around your hair. “Do you hear me? Answer me.”

You nod, unable to say anything because he starts to thrust hard and fast, just like he did before he stopped. Your tits are jumping at the impact, and you have to dig your toes into the floor.

“Use your words. If you want my,” he moans. “If you want my cock and my hand wrapped around your neck, you have to use your big girl words. Tell me you’re only mine.”

You can’t hold back your tears this time. You love it so much, you can’t believe you waited so long to have him.

“Only yours.”

“No Steve.”

He lets go of your hair, wrapping his hand around your neck. No pressure, not moving it, he’s just holding it there.

“There’s n-no Steve, Sergeant. Only you. My pussy belongs to you. I o-only want to get filled by you.”

You know he’s smiling without needing to look at him.

“You love your Sergeant’s cock, don’t you?” You have no idea how he’s able to speak while thrusting so hard. He’s a fucking robot, indeed. “No one else could give you this, no matter how much they tried.”

You feel the building in your core. You’re so, so close already, so you try to place your weight on only one hand and bring the other to cover his, and before he can say something, you encourage him to choke you by pressing his fingers on the sides of your neck.

You moan so loudly you surprise even yourself. You sound like a cat.

“Please, sergeant, please, choke me.” You repeat your move and you close your eyes. “Please, daddy, I’m so c-close.”

He pauses for a second, and you don’t know why.

Before you can ask what’s wrong, he doesn’t just start to thrust inside you again, he dicks you down just the way you wanted. It’s as if he fucks the air out of your lungs every time you exhale. You’re crying and screaming at this point, so loud the whole floor must hear you. But you’re not ashamed. You feel so close you can almost taste it.

You barely hear his whimpers, but they’re there and they’re so beautiful.

You get no warning when he decides to squeeze the sides of your neck: gently at first, but then? Perfect. So perfect you come without warning, not being able to even say his name. You just scream some nonsense, your hand dropping from his to the floor so you can ground yourself properly. Your whole body is burning, and burning, and burning, coming alive for what feels like an eternity.

He doesn’t wait even for a second after you come down from your orgasm. Instead, he gets his dick out of you, grabbing you by your ass and raising you in his arms. Still weak, you barely have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist and your hands around his neck. He’s sweaty but not that hot. His metal arm is making you cool down.

“Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” His lips find your forehead and you fight the urge to kiss his neck. You feel so small in his arms… and as if no one can hurt you.

You’re smiling like a fool when your back hits his bed, and so is he. Such a beautiful, blinding smile.

You let him spread your legs before you drag his face down so you can kiss him. You bite his lip hard until he opens his mouth, moaning when you feel him entering you again. This time, you’re relaxed so he thrusts inside you so much easier.

“Gonna make you come again around your daddy’s cock..”

His hands wrap your legs around his ass when he starts to thrust again.

“You’re quite… into it, Sergeant Barnes. So dirty!”

He gently grabs your jaw. “Tongue out.”

You do it, opening your mouth and waiting, and waiting until you finally understand what he’s about to do.

Instead of being grossed out, as you expected, you eagerly swallow the saliva that he lets drip from his mouth, which lands on your tongue.

You bat your eyes as you start to move your hips to meet his thrusts halfway, and that sends him into a frenzy.

“Fucking hell, you don’t want to sleep tonight, do you?” He asks sarcastically, but you don’t have enough air to tease him with a stamina comment. “You want me to make you scream and swallow my spit and come till we have to go to that fucking mission. Till your beloved Steve needs to come to us himself and hear us covered in come but still fucking.” You moan at the idea of your teammates finding out about this. You get awful comments anyway; at least you can get him for real and rub it in their faces. “You would like that, wouldn’t ya? Having all my undivided attention on you, not caring that my best friend is mad…” The thrusts are so deep that your head falls on the pillow instantly. You cannot keep your eyes open for even a second and you’re crying again. “Not caring my pal wanted you so badly he even tried to take you out tonight.”

“Sergeant-”

Thrust after thrust. You grab his forearm as tightly as you can so you can have something to hold onto.

“He thought he could have you, that you’d choose him. Come on, love. Come on, scream my name, let them hear. Let them all hear whose cock you cry for. Who is the one you belong to.” His balls slap against your skin so hard they tickle you. But not even that can distract you from almost reaching your orgasm. His words, his cock, his possessiveness…

“Sergeant, please. No one but you, can I… c-can I touch my clit? I’m so, so close.”

You don’t have to, though, because he is quick enough to bring his flesh hand between your bodies and rub your clit just the way you need it.

“F-fuck, coming,” you manage to warn him before the pleasure hits you. It’s so overwhelming you see white, digging your nails into his forearm.

You don’t know what you call him… daddy, Bucky or sergeant, but it doesn’t matter. You hear his praise, how you’re his good girl, and his words encouraging you to come for him.

When you can focus again, you kiss him with everything you have.

“Need you to come for me, Sergeant Barnes,” you whisper between kisses. “Need you to come inside me, need you to fill me up with your come, sir.”

He hisses loudly, his eyes being more grey than blue.

“Don’t tease me.”

“I mean it,” you make eye contact, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Not the heat of the moment. I need your come, daddy. I’m on birth-”

He kisses you so hard your teeth end up hitting, but you don’t care. This is everything.

“Gonna come, gonna give you what you want. Gonna make you my come s-slut. Is that what you needed?”

“Yes, yes.” You’re so excited to watch him finish you don’t even realize how much you like being called his come slut until he says it again. “Come on, Sergeant, come for me.”

After you say that, it only takes him two more thrusts to finish, moaning your name.

His eyes close, and you notice how pretty his eyelashes are. And the little moles on his face… his mouth semi-open and his hair in all directions.

You want to witness this every day.

Before you can stop yourself, you lean in to kiss his nose and cheeks, letting your hips move at the same time.

“C-can’t… doesn’t stop,” he manages to groan, and you bring your hand to his nape, caressing his hair as he rides out his orgasm.

When he finally finishes, though, his head falls on top of your breasts, his mouth finding your nipple and playing with it before sucking it fully into his mouth.

“Easy, Bucky,” you moan, but he keeps going, though.

You have to pull his hair, to make him stop.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I need to uh… I’m tired.”

You’re back to your shy self. But his smile still makes you feel so relaxed.

“Got you tired, huh?” He winks, giving your breasts a kiss before pressing his lips against yours. “Fuck, I’ve never been so aroused in my entire life. Won’t even mention how happy I am.”

“Me neither,” you whisper.

“Well, we need to get used to it.”

You laugh so happily that you think your chest will explode. It’s surreal.

“You owe me that dinner after all.”

“A million dinners.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Trying to charm me?”

He pecks you one more time before getting out of you with a whimper.

“I’ve already done it.”

It’s weird to be empty like this again, but seeing your come and wetness on his pubic hair or dripping out of your pussy just to soak the sheets beneath you distracts you. You made a mess.

“We need to clean this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says distractedly as he uses his index finger to push some come back inside you. Jesus! “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You smile. “You’re a whore.”

“Your whore.” He slowly gets out of bed, grabbing his shorts from the floor.

“Want me to go?” You ask all of a sudden, gaining a confused look from him.

“Why would I want that? Unless you do, of course…” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to fix it a little. “But I want you to stay.”

“Saw you dressing.” You bring your knees up just to put your chin on top of them. You feel extra shy.

He smiles. “Just gonna get you some water. I don’t want you dehydrated.”

Bucky knew Steve was in the kitchen as soon as he went down the stairs. He smiles casually, not giving him a second look as he goes straight to the fridge. It’s not like he hasn’t seen him in shorts or shirtless before, and Bucky knows he knew exactly what happened upstairs.

“Can’t sleep?” Steve’s tone is so obvious Bucky almost laughs.

“Not sleepy yet. What about you? You’re alright, punk?”

“Yeah,” he says, taking a sip from his own glass of water; his hands tightly wrapped around the glass.

“Still mad about earlier? You know I’m right.”

Steve shakes his head. “No, it’s all good.”

Bucky sighs dramatically. He loves Steve, he is his brother, but sometimes he is so annoying.

“Well, try to get some sleep. I suggest you wear some earplugs or something, though,” Bucky suggests casually, taking a whole bottle of water. “We wouldn’t want you too sleepy tomorrow. And the night is young.” He even winks at Steve, making him clear his throat.

“Buck…”

“Not a super soldier perk, I know, but you understand, right?” The smirk he suddenly gives Steve is almost sinister. “She chose me after all, and I gotta let her test-drive me. Have a good night!”

Even though he turns around, Bucky doesn’t miss the way Steve’s hold gets so tight that his glass almost breaks.

Bucky doesn’t regret it. He had it coming when he thought you’d choose him.

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