whatever he wants
pairing: darkish!bucky barnes x (gray?)curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. smut. tiny hint of voyeurism. uhhh this isn’t really dark but it’s not not dark either… so idk. if there’s something i’m missing pls lmk.
words: 3.4k
notes: smutty little part two to IOU. hope you guys like it. thank you in advance for reading and reblogging! as always, feedback and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated. please leave your thoughts, let me know what you think. 🖤
You can’t get up.
You’ve tried three times now, and nothing. The heavy metal arm slung around your waist just. won’t. budge.
You’re about to elbow him in the ribs, the heat of his body and the hot summer air is suffocating and you need to get up - you need to breathe.
One more try and if he doesn’t move, you’re gonna make him.
You roll onto your front and his arm drops onto your back, still keeping you from leaving the bed.
You writhe and huff in annoyance, turning your face to look at him.
He’s still sleeping. Still deceptively beautiful.
You stop your wiggling for a moment as you take him in. His pouty lips, his unfairly long lashes that brush just against his cheekbones, the stubble that’s lining his perfectly sculpted jaw, and his unruly bedhead.. He looks peaceful like this. Nice. So nice, you’d never believe he could be such an absolute dick so much of the time.
You stare a bit longer, wanting to commit the moment, how beautiful and content he looks right now, to memory.
You take a deep breath and try to roll back over, but the weight of his arm makes it no easy feat.
“Bucky,” you whisper yell, not wanting your voice to carry through the rest of the cabin.
You’re sure you’re the only one awake right now; well aside from Steve.
His leaving for his morning run was what had woken you up to begin with. You’ve been laying here for fifteen minutes and you needed to get up now, but Bucky still didn’t move.
You roll your eyes and exhale heavily.
If you punch him, he’ll wake up, but he’ll be pissed. And you don’t think you wanna start your morning off dealing with his attitude.
You swear Bucky Barnes might just be the most dramatic man you’ve ever met.
If one thought he was grumpy normally, they’d be entirely unprepared for him when he was woken up by anything or anyone other than himself or his alarm.
With the one exception of you, of course. More accurately: you working his cock.
Whether it was your hand, your mouth, your cunt, what have you - it was a surefire way to make sure he woke up on the right side of the bed.
But you really aren’t in the mood right now.
Instead, you begin to wiggle under his arm again, worming your way down the bed until finally, blessedly, you get free.
You exhale with a breathy laugh as you sit up on your haunches before looking over to Bucky again.
You can tell already that your absence from where he expects you to be beside him is disturbing him. His brows furrow and then his hand is searching for you among the mess of sheets.
You watch curiously as he pats around the bed before he finally blinks open his eyes and meets your gaze.
He scowls when he recognizes you sitting up across from him.
“Don’t start,” you say as you get off the bed, “in fact, don’t say a word. Just go back to sleep, princess.”
He growls, not nearly as loud as you know he’d like, with sleep still clinging to him.
“What the fuck did I say about you calling me princess,” he gruffs.
“Said not to, if I’m not mistaken. But I like doing it, so I’m not gonna stop.”
“Til I make you,” he vaguely threatens, his voice getting darker and more clear as he wakes up fully.
“Like to see you try,” you taunt as you make your way into the bathroom.
Bucky doesn’t scare you so much anymore. Though you’ve had to learn when to stop pushing. You’ve gotten pretty damn good at reading him. Knowing when he’s entirely serious and at his limit is something you can spot nearly right away now. Since that first night all those months ago, the only times you ignore the warnings are when you’re wanting what he’d given you the first time he had you. Something more rough than normal from him. Something purely carnal. Bordering on truly depraved.. And god, he’s never failed to deliver.
You know you’ve become complicit in this whole arrangement, but you’re starting to care less and less. What can you say? A powerful, beefy, hot as hell super soldier wants you. Chose you. He’s possessively protective over you, and problematic as that can be, you find it ridiculously attractive. And the sex if fucking amazing.
Sure, he can be a dick, but he’s been less of a dick to you. And you quite enjoy the way he now directs his annoyance and anger at those he knows irk you, too.
It's not like you don't fight or argue anymore, but it's almost always resolved quite.. nicely. Who are you to complain about that?
And god, the perks being with Bucky has come with.
You never really fed into the whole “fuck your way to the top” thing, but hey, here you were.
Getting better missions, nicer gear, getting more involved with the big leagues. And though you wouldn’t say it aloud, Bucky always having your back - during missions, in meetings, coming to your defense when someone would question your input - it was nice. Sometimes it was like he was your own personal guard dog.
And you loved the way people would shrink in on themselves, making themselves sparse when you and Bucky were around. You'd never admit it, but you guys were definitely a power couple around the tower. And you were thriving.
The attention, the opportunities, the sex. If you hadn't been blackmailed into this whole thing, you wouldn't have a solitary complaint.
You’re spitting out toothpaste and putting your toothbrush away as Bucky barges into the bathroom. You look up from the sink and shoot him an annoyed glance at the unnecessary disturbance.
“Really?” you ask as he grabs his own toothbrush from its spot.
“What?” he says. You roll your eyes and brush past him to start getting dressed.
“Put on your swimsuit,” he orders as he pauses his brushing to speak.
“Why?” you’re already annoyed knowing the answer. You guys have been here on this little summer getaway for two days now, both of which you’ve successfully managed to avoid getting in the water.
It wasn’t that you were scared or couldn’t swim, no, it was nothing like that.
It was that goddamn bathing suit.
The only bathing suit you had, thanks to Bucky who went into your bags after you’d finished packing and took your other two options out.
You’d swear it was skimpier than some of your lingerie.
“We’re going swimming,” he smirks, eyeing you hungrily.
You turn with another roll of your eyes and head to the drawer that holds your swimming wear. You throw Bucky’s trunks on the bed without care and grab your suit without looking at it.
You lean in the doorway of the bathroom as Bucky washes his face off, scowling.
“Can’t we get breakfast first?”
“You can get breakfast while wearing it.”
“You get off on humiliating me, that’s it, isn’t it?”
He barks a laugh as he turns to face you, “You think this is me trying to humiliate you?”
You don’t respond as you keep your face stoic. He approaches and his large hands come around your neck, cradling the back of your head as he pulls your face closer to his. He crashes his lips to yours, the minty feel still lingering as he licks into your mouth, pushing you against the wall as he backs you up, his hands keeping your head from hitting it. You return his fervent kiss, your hands coming up to hold his forearms, despite your annoyance before he pulls away suddenly and leaves you wanting.
You lick your lips as you catch your breath and meet his eye.
“If I wanted to humiliate you, sweetheart, you’d know.”
—
When you’re both done getting ready for the day, you having taken your sweet time to get into the bathing suit, you slowly open the bathroom door you had shut and locked behind you nearly fifteen minutes ago.
You’re overly aware of your belly and the jiggle of your ass and thighs with each step you take.
You hate this swimsuit and you swear you’d burn it if you weren’t sure he’d take you skinny dipping should it mysteriously disappear.
The growl that emanates from Bucky when he sees you genuinely startles you and when his big hands grab you by the waist, you feel that familiar heat growing deep within you.
His hands move down to grab your ass, kneading the ample flesh he finds there as you push against him.
Your breasts are nearly spilling out of the too small cups and though the band of the thong-like bottoms can be pulled to sit high on your hips, it really does nothing to hide or cover your stomach the way you’d like. And the tropical blue color brings too much attention.
It’s not that you’re self conscious, though you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit, it’s just way too revealing for you. You hate that everyone will get to see parts of you you don’t like showing. You feel like you’re giving away parts of your privacy.
But you know Bucky doesn’t care.
As long as he’s the only one who gets to touch you, he’d happily let the world feast their eyes on you like this, show them what they’ll never have.
“This is ridiculous,” you complain for the tenth time.
“You look fuckin’ sexy,” he purrs, letting his hands run back up your body.
“Ugh,” you groan as you push him again, swiping your towel off the bed and slipping on your slides as you pass him and leave the room.
You can feel his eyes on you as he follows behind, his gaze seemingly glued to your body.
You walk downstairs quietly, still unsurprised to find no one else up. Everyone else had stayed up well into the early hours of the morning last night, drinking and chatting, playing stupid games. You and Bucky had been taking part until around midnight when he decided he was done keeping his hands to himself. He took you back to your room upstairs where you both stayed the rest of the night while the party continued on downstairs. You were grateful the loud chatting seemed to drown out your and Bucky’s moans.
You threw your things in an empty bag Nat had left on the table and then followed Bucky into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast.
You were hoping you could get out and into the lake before anyone could see you, so you hurriedly toasted some bread and sliced an avocado while Bucky made eggs. You threw everything together on a paper plate, leaving the used pan on the stove and had Bucky get water while you seasoned the food.
You had the plate in one hand and your bag in the other as Bucky carried the cooler with drinks out behind you.
It was only nine and yet the heat was already sweltering.
The perks of being at a lake house, though, is you don’t have to go far to get to the lake.
The setup from yesterday and the day before was still there as you set your stuff down in one of the big wooden loungers and then put the food down on the long table. The dock was just behind and to the right of you as you sat on the wooden bench attached to the table.
Bucky set the cooler down at the end of the table before taking a seat across from you on the opposite bench.
“You were quick to come out here.”
“Yeah, I’m praying no one sees me in this atrocity,” you say as you pick up your toast and take a bite.
He scoffs before grabbing his own piece.
You both eat fairly quickly, having been hungry from your late night activities, and soon you’re watching as Bucky strips off his tank top.
He grabs your towels and the sunscreen, handing the bottle to you and expecting you to follow him as he walks onto the dock.
You do so after taking another drink of your water and forcing yourself up.
He sits on the edge of the dock, his legs in the clear blue water as he waits for you, the towels thrown down haphazardly, ready for you to use them when you’re done swimming.
You move to sit behind him, opening the bottle and squeezing some sunscreen into your hands.
You rub it between your hands for a second before you start to apply it to Bucky’s back.
More and more until you’ve got him covered, massaging his tense muscles as you do. The groans that slip past his lips let you know he’s enjoying it.
You apply more to your hands as you run them over his shoulders and down his chest. You’re pressed right up against his back as you work. The lower your hands slip, the deeper his groans. You smile to yourself and slip one hand past the band of his trunks teasingly, running gently across the top of his pelvis before you pull away and start to work on his right arm.
“There, you’re all done,” you say as you let your hands run down his solid back once more.
You move back and Bucky brings his legs out of the water as he turns to you.
“You’re not.”
He pushes you to lay down on your towel as he moves to straddle you, the water still on his legs sending shivers across your skin.
He grabs the sunscreen and starts to deliver the same attention to you.
He’s obsessed with touching you. Your softness is his favorite thing, and as he applies the sunscreen to your exposed torso, he really takes his time feeling you, enjoying the goosebumps that raise, the tickles and shivers you try to hide. He runs his hands all over you. You’ve closed your eyes as the sun was shining in them and gasp when you feel Bucky’s hands on your breasts, squeezing them before you feel his lips on you, too. You can’t help the moan that leaves you under his attention.
“Turn over,” he says firmly and headily.
You don’t even think to not listen.
He gets more sunscreen as he covers your backsides, rubbing it in with perfect pressure. Another moan slips as he squeezes your neck with one hand, the other trailing down your spine.
And when he’s done, his fingers move to easily undo the string holding your top together, running his hands up and down your back before he leans further down and starts kissing your bare skin.
“Bucky,” you whine, stopping yourself from sitting up knowing your chest will be on complete display.
“Everyone’s sleeping, no one’s gonna see.”
You want to argue, but you can’t bring yourself to. Even if you did, he always gets his way in the end.
You feel him move the flimsy fabric covering you and you really are moving out of thoughtless desire as you bend your knees and hips up slightly before he starts prodding you with his fingers, your wetness evident as your cunt glistens.
You groan as he slips two thick digits into you, pumping his fingers in and out, curling them just right.
“Fuck,” you whimper under your breath.
You’re so lost in his touch you don’t expect it when his fingers move to part your folds open, your slick hole on display for him as he wastes no time and pushes into you with his aching cock.
You moan into the towel beneath you as he stretches your pussy.
The position is unexpectedly delightful as he hits you deeper and deeper with his every thrust.
You swear you could cry with how fucking good it feels.
“You like that baby?” he pants, “Like having this big dick inside your tight fucking pussy.”
A cry leaves you as you nod your head emphatically.
His speed picks up as his words get dirtier and you get closer and closer to the orgasm you can feel building.
You’re both sweating, Bucky more than you, as you fist the towel and groan loudly through grit teeth.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re aware anyone could come out at anytime and see, but you don’t have the will to care as Bucky keeps fucking into you, his hands tight on your hips as he uses you. Another hard thrust has you careening over the edge, moans and mewls leaving your lips as your toes curl and your walls squeeze his thick cock as you come.
Bucky doesn’t let up as he fucks you through it, hips pummeling against your ass over and over until he growls deep in his chest, his hips twitching as he let’s himself go inside you. His grunts and moans fill your ears until he eventually slows completely and pulls out, slapping your ass as he gets up.
You lay there, trying to catch your breath from a moment before you fix your bottoms and roll over, holding your top together.
“I fuckin’ hate you,” you breathe heavily.
He laughs to himself at your words as you slowly get up. He takes his time adjusting himself in his trunks before he turns on you, grabbing your face and tilting your head up in his direction. He leans down and brushes his stubbly cheek against your soft one as he speaks in your ear, “I know you fuckin’ wish you did.”
He keeps his hold on you as he turns his face and takes your lips hotly in his own. He walks you back. And back. And then grabs your loose top from your hands as you gasp, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips. He moves his hand to grab your ass as he holds you against him, your full breasts pressing against his built chest.
He walks you back once more, smiling wickedly into the kiss. Then suddenly your stomach drops as your eyes shoot open when you feel your feet leave the dock. You're under water in a second and quickly swim back up to break the surface, a scowl etched across your face as you struggle to get your breathing back.
Before you can say anything, Bucky joins you in the water, jumping in and splashing you as he does.
You fight the urge to try and hold him down as you swim to the ladder and blindly search the deck for your top. It may be skimpy, but it’s better than nothing.
Bucky’s arms circle you as he pulls you back before his large palm crawls up your chest to cup your breast. Squeezing your flesh before he starts thumbing and tweaking your nipple.
You hate that your body reacts so fucking quickly to him as you feel yourself getting horny all over again. His lips are on your neck as your ass is against him. Your eyes close as a soft moan falls from you when he moves his attention to your other breast.
The creaking of the deck has your eyes shooting open as you attempt to cover your chest. You see Steve walking up, his chest gleaming with sweat as his running shirt is held in his hands.
You want to just let yourself sink under the water but Bucky’s hold on you doesn’t loosen for a second, in fact it only grows tighter, more possessive the closer Steve gets.
“Morning, lovebirds,” Steve greets with a smirk.
You know Bucky won’t let you go so instead of struggling and bringing attention to your nakedness, you grab his hand under the water and pull his arm across your chest as you hold him there.
Bucky wears a smirk of his own as he palms your tit and feels your body’s instant reaction.
“Hey,” Bucky replies, squeezing your breast again knowingly.
Your eyes widen when you see the twitch in Steve’s shorts, his prominent bulge growing as he stares down at you two.
You risk peering up at him and meet his eye instantly as you do. You swallow thickly as you look back down, trying to keep your composure. You know he can see everything, but as long as no one acknowledges that out loud, you can at least pretend that he can’t.
And then, of course, Bucky speaks again.
“So, you enjoy the show, pal?”
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