#dbf!bucky barnes x reader

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

my love if i may request a whiskey with dbf!joel or dbf!bucky with the prompt “i’ve wanted this for so long” and mayhaps if it’s not too much to ask for but some breeding kink👀👉🏻👈🏻

Promises, Promises.

warnings - smut. cursing.

I figured I'd make this dbf!bucky, because i've done a dbf!joel fic for this celebration already. y'all, I read the words dad's best friend and go fucking feral. this one got away from me.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

You're the last person Bucky expected to be at his front door at 3am.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Locked myself out of my goddamn house, and my parents are still on vacation. Can I crash here tonight? Please?"

Who is he to turn down an offer that tempting?

"Course. Come on, it's too cold for you to be stood out here."

The two of you sit down on his couch, settling in to watch some TV.

"Bucky Barnes. Are you watching a romcom?"

He blushes, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. They're my guilty pleasure."

"It makes me like you more, if anything," you grin. He can't help but smile back at you, less embarrassed now.

"Look, my love life is fuckin' terrible. I live vicariously through these cheesy films right now."

"You? Terrible love life? Those two phrases don't usually go in the same sentence."

You're teasing him. Seeing if you can get a rise, hit the right button.

"Oh, shut it. Just because you're on a new date every week."

"I'm... what?"

"Your Dad seems to think you're dating a lot."

You quirk a brow at him, amusement curling at the corners of your lips.

"Is that so?"

"I'm only telling you what I've heard, honey."

He crosses his arms across his chest, biceps threatening to break free from the confines of his t shirt.

"He's wrong."

"Is that so?"

You roll your eyes.

"I have a friend, he's a guy. My Dad automatically assumes we're dating because we hang out. But we're not."

"And why not?"

"I don't know, I guess he's just..." you debate your answer, realising it's now or never. "He's not old enough for me. Not mature enough."

Bucky bites his lip, eyes scanning your face.

"He's your age."

"Exactly. Boys my age don't know shit."

He laughs, but it's dark and low, something brewing beneath the surface.

"You always were too smart for your own good, huh?"

Bucky's thigh is pressing into yours, the warmth from his skin seeping through. His rough fingertips glide across your arm, slow and soft. He's testing the waters.

"I shouldn't want this," he murmurs, barely audible. "Neither should you."

"But I do," you whisper. "So fucking bad."

"Me too."

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, smashing his lips to yours. You grip at his hair, his biceps, his shirt - anything you can get a hold of. You feel like you're dreaming, your filthiest thoughts coming into fruition.

He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling his hips, grinding down and panting into his mouth. You're both breathless, but neither of you want to be the first to pull away.

Bucky rips your shirt over your head, instantly attacking your chest with kisses. He's marking you up, claiming you as his. You should be worried about the repercussions, but you're not.

You pull his shirt off and rake your nails down his front, grinning when he shivers. Suddenly, Bucky stands up, setting you on your feet.

"Strip."

You blink at him, processing.

"Strip, baby. I won't tell you again."

You shimmy your pants down your legs, your underwear going too. Your mouth waters as you watch him undress, admiring the angles and smooth ridges of him. A Greek God.

Bucky stalks over to you and hooks a foot behind your ankle, sending you both flying onto the rug on the floor. He cushions your fall, not letting go of you once. Running two fingers through your wet heat, he groans.

"All for me, pretty girl? What did I do to deserve somethin' this sweet, huh?"

"Need you," you whine. "Please, Buck."

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, lining himself up. "Fuck, you're a dream."

You both gasp as he slides home, your back arching and his jaw falling slack. Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, the weight grounding you back down to Earth.

"Need you to move," you choke out. "Fuck, I need it, Buck. Please."

"Oh you need it, do you?" he smirks. "My needy girl."

He snaps his hips into yours in long, careful glides, very aware of the effect he has on you. Before long, his restraint snaps, and his thrusts get harder, quicker, more frantic.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he's muttering under his breath. "Make you mine. You want that? To have everyone know who you belong to?"

You're nodding rapidly, tears gathering in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"How are we gonna keep this a secret if you're pregnant, huh?"

The thought makes you moan, a breathy, gutteral sound.

"You like that? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck, I'll give you everything you ask for. I'll buy you a house and knock you up, you'll never want for anything."

His low, honeyed words throw you over the edge, squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky groans, deep and rumbled, the sound vibrating through the both of you. You find your releases together, panting and out of breath.

"House first."

"Huh?" he breathes, raising his head from your chest.

"Buy me a house first. Kids second. Maybe marriage in between."

He laughs, floating and content. You both know he meant what he said, not just a heat of the moment confession.

You stay wrapped up in each other for hours, on the rug in front of the fire.

You'll deal with the repercussions later.

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[noceurous]

get you back

summary: You hated that you loved Bucky Barnes, and he loved that you could not hate him.

warnings: mention of alcohol consumption, semi-drunkenness, carsex (18+), fingering, oral, swearing, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do it), fuckbuddy!bucky, dbf!bucky, implied age gap, mention of bad boyfriends (not bucky), using nicknames (princess, bunny) , slight degradation - nothing physical, some mention of food

minors dni

a/n: yes I AM BACK. please leave some comments/reblogs. thanks!!

A loud snap of fingers made you turn your head to him. “Are you even listening to me?” You sighed, pressing fingers on your temples to look like you were trying to remember.

No, you weren’t listening. You were thinking how that hot guy was about to give you his number, before James Buchanan Barnes a.k.a the actual devil, snatched you away. Leading you to his car without giving you a chance to say goodbye to the best body you have ever seen.

You. Hated. James. Bucky. Barnes.

“Something about… bunnies?” You shrugged as you turned your head back towards the road. Even though it was almost pitch black, you fought your urge to look at his profile under car’s lights. Even though he was angry and sleepless he looked better than all the guys you’ve ever known.

“Really? You are not even trying kid.” He said as he emphasized on the last word. He knew how much you hated the nickname.

“Stop calling me a kid. I’m not that young.”

“I will stop calling you a kid, when you stop acting like one. What were you thinking? What was the point of all that drinking? Get my attention or liver failure?”

The point was to get over your ex boyfriend finding someone before you did. You didn’t want to be the one who was stuck in an ended relationship.

You weren’t even prepared to the idea that he would start dating in a few months. His post just popped on your phone while you were scrolling through pictures on Instagram. Selfie with her, cheek to cheek and smiling like a true dumbass he is.

Getting ass drunk would be a nice way to forget. But you shouldn’t been too drunk to start texting and calling other people.

Especially calling the guy you hated the most. Because he would show up just in time, and yank you away from the guy you were flirting with.

You really shouldn’t have drunk texted your on-again-off-again hookup. Neighbour of your parents, a close friend of your dad.

It started just a few days after your heartbreak. You weren’t sure of how it started, but you remembered how it ended. In his bed, literally begging him for letting you cum as he pounded into you like an animal.

When you weren’t fucking, all you did was argue. Arguments about when to meet up or where to meet up… You hated meeting up in his place, so close to your parents. And he hated meeting only for an hour max.

You started fighting and decided to not meet up again. Either of you got tired of all the lies and secrets. It was you more than it was him. Bucky was always sure you would come back to him one way or another.

“Remind me not to call you again.” You huffed, resting your head on the window. Sun was about to shine in a few hours and all you wanted was to get into your bed. All you needed was forget the day and move on.

“Sure your parents would be thrilled to know their daughter would end up in jail for DUI.” You turned your neck so fast that it hurt.

“I wasn’t going to drive the car!”

“You getting into car of a drunk idiot is stupid enough too!”

“Stop acting like you are my dad! He was fucking hot, and he told me his place was really close.”

“What made you believe in him? I know what that kind of guy thinks. It is only getting you to the bed. You would be considered lucky if he bothered to call you the next day.”

“So? What made you think I am not okay with it?” You saw all the blood rushing to his cheeks, decorating them with a soft pink hue.

“Okay...” He said trying to not go any further with that discussion.

You dropped your shoulders, when you saw how his grasp on wheel tightened and his jaw clenched. If you didn’t know him that well, you would say he was offended.

Whether it was because of anger towards him or how tired you were. You didn’t say anything back but leant your seat back to at least sleep for the rest of the ride.

“Oh no princess, you are definitely not sleeping.” He said just before he slapped your thigh. Small ‘Hey!’ fell from your lips. It was fair to expect him to snap and say you crossed a line.

You yanked your leg away from his grasp. He shut you up before you could say anything back. “You made me get all this way three in the morning. Ofcourse there would be consequences.”

“I didn’t ask you to come.” You said as you rubbed your thigh.

“You sent me a picture of you lifting your skirt and texted all those things you want to do with me. But when I come to pick you up, I saw you on the lap of some dickhead.”

“I was horny. We’ve decided to stop with fooling around. Life moves on James.” As you finished the sentence, his foot stepped on the pedal so quick that he had to use his arm to stop you from falling forward.

“Get in the back of the car.”

“James, I’m tired.”

“Get in the back, or I will make you bunny.” You didn’t said anything back. Bucky never called you bunny, if he didn’t have something on his mind. You knew better than to take the risk of getting him angrier.

You rolled your eyes before unfastening your seatbelt. He caught the sight of your underwear as you bent over to move through the gap between the seats. Even though Bucky saw your pink thong, you acted like you had the upper hand.

“Take off your skirt.” He said before coming next to you. He almost yanked off the door before squishing you on the backseat.

He pulled you by your legs, making you lie down. The cold leather of the seats caused goosebumps on your skin. That and you knew what he was capable of when he was angry.

And he was pissed.

“Not so tired ha, bunny?” His large hands wandered along your legs, moving slowly towards your hips.

A loud noise of your gulp echoed in your brain. You could get used to that view. You legs hooked to his shoulders. His charming face inches over your lucky thong.

“Tell me again bunny.” He said as his eyes locked on your figure under his, trying not to smirk at the wet patch on your thong.

“Tell you what?” You asked. Blinking at him with nothing else on your mind.

“Tell me again the last thing you told me before breaking up with me. So I would not have my way with you.”

“Uhm...” He started kissing on the top of your thighs. Index finger was tracing your slit over the thong.

“We can’t keep doing this and not expect one of us getting hurt. Ah-“ He bit inside of your thigh, sucking a gentle bruise. “James.”

He didn’t listen to you. If he ever did that was not it definitely.

“I’m listening. Continue.” Kisses, soft bites started decorating your body.

His hands placed next to your waist. His teeth brushed along the band of your thong. You wanted to raise your hips. But the way he looked up at you, the darkness in his eyes, made you stop.

You licked your lips, closing your eyes to concentrate. “We continue lying to our close ones and soon enough the lies would get out of—“ You stopped as he curled his finger like a hook to pull down your thong.

He mumbled something that you were sure was Russian as he got close to your heat. His eyes looked into your eyes. You knew he was daring you to stop.

If you stop I’ll stop too bunny.

He didn’t need to speak for you to understand.

“—hands. Lies get out of our hands. It is too risky and it does not worth it. We both know that this affair does not take LONG!”

He licked a stripe over your slit. As his cold fingers separated your folds. He loved to torture you like this.

“I don’t want any of us to get hurt.” You manage to finish your speech as you felt the familiar tingles build up.

The tip of his tongue flicked your clit and you had to hold on to something, his hair, to stop your thighs to close around his head.

“See this is where you are wrong, bunny. There isn’t any chance where you can hurt me...” He said as his fingers collected some of your juices, raising them to his lips. “Unless you try to neglect me of your sweet nectar.” He sucked his fingers clean, you heard a tiny ‘hmm’ as his fingers touched his tongue.

He raised his head to look at you when he was circling around your weeping hole. “Answer this, do you want to hurt me bunny?” He wanted to make you weep as much as your pussy.

“N-no. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then why you try to break things off?” The tip of his finger slowly pushed into your whole. He pulled it back before you could enjoy this. “Are you going to try and break things off again?” Another question he didn’t need to hear its answer to. He could read it from your tearful eyes and slight pout. “Oh bunny.” He whispered to himself, pride filling his chest.

His finger went back to circling around your hole as he used another one to toy with your clit. You could not stop yourself from curling your toes and try to pull him closer.

That arrogonat smirk on his face made a comeback. “Are you going to flirt with other guys who I’m sure does not even know what a clit is?” You shook head your again and he pressed his thumb.

“Fuck.” You said as you squirmed under his touch.

“Not the answer I am looking for. Do you want to try again bunny?”

“I—I’m not going to flirt with other guy a—and ohgod!” He pushed one inch of his finger inside curling the tip so it would reach your spot. You didn’t stop so he wouldn’t either. “I’m not going break things o—off.”

One more inch and you knew you would start to drip onto seats. Before you knew it, his mouth got back onto your clit. “James!” You said again as you pulled onto his locks.

“Shit! It’s only been a week but your pussy is crying out f’ me.” He said as he stood back up.

Your legs started shaking by the time. You whimpered at the lost contact of his fingers and lips. You also missed seeing him with your thighs wrapped around his head.

You knew if you touched yourself he would bite your fingers and deny you any sort of release. He quickly unfastened his belt and lowered his pants and boxers just low enough to take out his cock.

The tip was swollen red it was starting to leak some precum as he pressed it on your clit. “You are an attention whore bunny. It’s been only a week and I find you cosy with another guy. This deserves punishment don’t you think?”

“Please! I’ve been just trying to get your attention.” He smiled at your confession as he aligned his tip.

“Tell me you are mine and mine only. If you tell me that, I’ll give you what you want.”

“I’m yours James. I’m only yours, I do not belong to anybody else.” He started slowly push into you.

He leaned over you to fix the hair got on your face. His lips brushed along yours when you moaned as he found the spot. Your legs started to got down but he held them back. Pushing your bent knee to your chest as he started moving.

His hips started rutting into you slowly. “So pretty like this bunny. All spread out for me.” His tongue darted out from his lips to giving you a longing kiss. All teeth and tongue, full of lust and desire.

His large hands pulled down your strapless top, letting your tits out. His tongue clicked on top of mouth. “And thinking I would be sharing them with some dickhead.” He pushed into you hardly, making you jump into his arms.

“I don’t share bunny. Never.” You knew he meant more with those words.

Air inside the car was getting thick because of your panting. His fingers started playing with your nipples to get them erect as he held your tits together and started licking and sucking both of them.

“Not the teeth ah!” You tried to protest but he had already sunk his teeth into your extra-sensitive flesh. Sweet melody of your cries caused him to increase speed. He wanted more.

You yelped as you tried to find something to hold onto, best thing you found was the back of his shoulder as you pressed your nails against his skin. Bruises and scratches would be greeting both of you as first thing in the morning but it didn’t bother you as long as it came with pleasure.

“FuckFuckFuck!” Familiar coil started to form under your belly button, and you threw your head back. “James, please please…”

“Wanna cum bunny? Is that it? Mumblin’ because you are too close?” He said after detaching from your nipples with a pop. The little numb was all swollen and covered in saliva.

“Y-yes oh.” He slammed his hips onto yours with more force and stayed pressed into you. “Cum for me bunny. Cream all over my cock, fuck, you filthy girl, so eager for a release.” He said as he stopped your wriggling hips against is. “Humpin’ me like a cute lil’ bunny.”

Your hips started moving involuntarily, chasing after your release. He helped you with continuing the pound into you. You were chanting his name unable to form more coherent words or sentences.

“That’s it bunny. Cum for me come on! I’ve got you.” Just after he was finished your release hit you like a wave, causing you to lose all the control of your mind and body.

But he didn’t stop, he increased his pace. Chasing his own release using your numb body. “‘So pretty like this bunny. Makes me want to keep you all to myself.”

“I’m all yours.” You whispered, truly meant it. As you became used to the swell on your chest each time you look at him.

You were really his.

“Yeah? Are you going to take my cum? Let me breed you? I’m sure you would love that don’t you bunny? All swollen with my cum, looking at me with those pretty eyes. Fuck!”

“Yes, yes yes give it to me please.”

“Fucking take it. You little cumslut.” You felt the wetness and warmth of his release shoot right inside of you.

He stood there with your legs wrapped around his waist. Looking at your tired and ruined figure. Taking the sight in just before he slowly pulled out.

“We—“ You tried to speak up, trying not to show him how much you missed his cock inside you already.

As he was putting his clothes back on you once were aware of this situation.

There was no We, you two were just fucking whenever one of you needed some release. No matter what you do to get his attention, all you would get was his dick pounding into you. It won’t be his heart.

Sound of glove compartment’s being closed made you raise on your elbows to look at him.

You saw him take out some tissues to wipe off his leaking cum. “Are you on the pill?” You shook your head, you knew how those were messing up with you. “I’m not ovulating, it’s fine.” He shook his head, “Still gotta get you some plan B. We shouldn’t be risking it.”

“Sure.” You tried to swallow the ache in your throat, and your pride.

You fixed your top and found your thong on the ground, raising it to put it on. Tension between the two of you was so thick that a saw could not even cut it.

He got back on his seat and started the engine. “The sun is about to rise, I can drive to a diner and got us some breakfast. There is a place I know makes your favourite. They are also good at making it.” He couldn’t hide his smile when he saw your smile at the mention of the food. He loved making you smile like that.

Sleep was the last thing on your mind, since he fucked your brains out. Since it had been more than 10 hours since you last ate something; growling sounds from your stomach was about to come. “Sounds good but I want to wear my skirt first.”

“Sure bunny.” He said as he tossed your skirt back to you.

And it was a second, just a second, that he felt like he could get used to it.

He could get used to having breakfast with you. He could get used to your face being the first thing he saw as he started his day. He could get used to having sex with only one person, someone really means something to him.

But when your phone buzzed, and he saw your dad’s name on the screen he got back into reality.

You sent it to voicemail, and leaned closer to him over the table. He saw the same smile again on your lips and the familiar spark on your eyes.

“So what do you say? Your place or mine?”

He smiled back at you, leaning over you. “Which one do you prefer, bunny?” He knew he could go on as long as you looked at him like that.

As long as you looked at him with love. Even if you were just realizing, he was already an addict for it.

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[fandoms-writings]

hii pretty girl, happy celebration! you deserve everyone who follows you <3 i’m here to request a few things for ur party! (i’ll space them out in asks hehe)

for the first one, may i pmease request a small little blurb with bucky and ‘keep your eyes on me’ from the smut category? it can be any bucky of yours, one dominating and possessive 😵‍💫

thanks baby! i almost got carried away with this one 😵‍💫 i might have to revisit these two in the future - i hope you like it darlin <3

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x college!reader

Word Count: 680

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY, car sex, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight exhibitionism

come celebrate with me! || part 2

He knew you shouldn't be here - that this was wrong. 

He was your fathers best friend. But when he met you at your graduation party two years ago, he was enamored. You'd just finished your degree, getting ready to specialize at another university and after some conversation, he learned it would be the one in his city. 

He'd helped you move, helped you get settled in your apartment - which was only a ten minute drive from his house. He told you that if you ever needed anything, that he'd be there for you. 

He didn't necessarily mean it like this, but he'd gladly spend the rest of his days between your legs if it meant he didn't have to see you cry anymore. 

Sure, you muttered about how you two shouldn’t be doing this, asking what you were going to do if your father found out. Bucky assured you he wouldn't, what he was doing to you - ruining you - would be your little secret, and you let him keep going. 

You didn't pull away, you didn't tell him to stop or to leave. If the words were to leave your lips, he'd be heart broken, but he'd go. 

If you told him to, he’d walk to the ends of the earth. He’d find the edge and jump, if you so asked. 

But you didn’t. 

You let him take you out when he ran into you at the mall, you were clearly upset about something and he wanted to make you feel better. He told you to dress up and you put on the sexiest dress you had, the one that left nothing to the imagination, and let him pick you up to take you to the nicest restaurant he could find. 

Bucky listened to how you'd been sort of dating a guy from one of your classes, but turns out he was just another asshole who stood you up and cheated on you. He'd wiped your tears with his thumbs, his hands cupping your cheeks as gently as he could. 

He gave you so much time to pull away, to stop him. 

But when he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours as gently as he could, you kissed him back. 

Now, here you two were, in the back of his car, your back pressed up against the door with his head between your legs, his tongue in your core. Your hands tugged on his hair and your eyes were shut as you moaned. 

He pulled his tongue from your folds to hover just over your cunt. Reaching up, he gripped your chin and squeezed your jaw, getting you to open your eyes. 

"Keep your eyes on me," he ordered, waiting for a nod to tell him you heard him before he latched on to your clit, drawing quick tight circles over it while slipping two fingers into your warmth and curling them. 

He never let go of your jaw and you followed his order, never once taking your eyes off his - except when he brought you over the edge. Your head flew back, hitting the window as your eyes shut and you screamed. 

He pulled his face away from your clit and slipped his fingers out of you, maneuvering you to lay over the center console into the front seat, your arms holding you up on the seats. Gripping your hips and lining himself up with your center, he slammed you down on to him and reached forward, threading his hand into your hair before pulling your head up. 

"You didn't keep your eyes on me," He muttered, holding terribly still, making you squirm. "So you're gonna sit here and warm my cock until I think you deserve to cum again. How's that sound?" 

"What - what if someone sees?" You asked,  your voice thin and worn out. You had a point, if someone were to walk by and glance in the front window, they'd have a front seat view to you getting fucked. But if anything, that spurred him on further. 

"Then I'll show them who you belong to."

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[navybrat817]

What Goes Around

Pairing: BFD/DBF!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. Until he isn't. Word Count: Over 6.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), semi-public sex, possessive behavior, dirty talk, light Daddy kink, age gap (reader is in early 20's and Bucky late 40's), arguing, light violence, swearing, conflicted reader (everything is consensual!), everyone is a mess, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Woohoo! Stepped out of my comfort zone a bit on this and I'm so proud! Thank you to @sweeterthanthis , @dreamlessinparis , @buckyownsmylife, @targaryenvampireslayer , @christywantspizza , @sgt-seabass , @lookiamtrying for listening to me ramble about this. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you as well), but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated! ***Any soft!dark undertones are unintentional as everything is consensual.***

You met Bethany Barnes your freshman year of college. While some of the girls on your floor knew each other, you went off to university not knowing a soul and had to be assigned a roommate. Your nerves shot up when you walked into the shared room. Beth, as she preferred to be called, was intimidatingly beautiful. You hadn't met any supermodels, but she could've chosen that as her profession with her tall, slender build, long auburn hair, and sparkling blue eyes.

Your nervousness faded when she smiled and gave you a hug, after asking if it was okay.

"You're here!" she smiled more when she pulled away, looking over your shoulder at who you thought was your dad. "By the closet."

You weren't normally stunned silent by looking at a person, but that was what happened when you met James "Bucky" Barnes. With the beard and quiet confidence in which he carried himself, you would've mistaken him for a professor had it not been for the fact that he was in the dormitory. Call it instant attraction or lust, but you found yourself openly staring at the handsome man as he carried a box into the room. He gazed at you, too, or so you thought. Your mind may have been playing tricks on you.

"Dad, quit staring at my roommate. That's weird."

The needle on the record scratched. Her dad. You could see where she got her good looks. He was taller and broader, his hair dark brown instead of auburn, and eyes a deeper shade of blue. One of the hottest men to ever grace the earth, if anyone asked for your opinion.

It didn't matter how good looking he was. This was Beth's dad. It put him in the "look, but don't touch" column.

Your dad, Dave, appeared moments later and introduced himself. Bucky was kind enough to help him with the rest of your stuff and even offered to buy lunch. While he didn't look the least bit upset about leaving, it was clear your dad was having a tough time holding it together and even had tears in his eyes. You understood. It was the two of you for so long and now you were out the door.

Beth put a hand on his arm and gave him a small smile to ease his worries.

"Hey. Your daughter and I will look out for each other, okay? You have nothing to worry about. Plus, I think we're going to be good friends."

She was right.

To your surprise, you discovered that Beth only lived about an hour away from your hometown. Like you, Beth didn't know anyone, but she was friendly and welcoming. Definitely more outgoing than you would ever be. Her popularity grew quickly, but the two of you were there for each other like she promised. While you had lost your mother, hers took off when she was so young she couldn't even remember her face. Bucky did the best he could to raise her. Like your dad had done for you.

Maybe that was why they became such good friends, too.

The two of you traded off different weekends at each other's houses when you left campus and spent a few holidays together. You did a couple of summer trips with your dads doing their best not to be overbearing. Eventually Beth joined a sorority and moved into the chapter's house, so you no longer lived together. Bucky suggested that your dad move closer to his place when he decided to sell the house, that way everyone could still spend time together.

"You wouldn't mind, would you?" your dad asked at the time.

You didn't at the time. It still gave everyone a chance to hang out and your dad seemed to need it more than you. He admired Bucky for being self-made, having a nice house, and a good job. It was as if the man's confidence rubbed off on him. He began to dress better and get in shape. He mentioned possibly dating again, which you encouraged. Your dad deserved to be happy.

You couldn't have predicted it would all go to hell after graduation.

You nursed your wine as you sat at the bar, staring into the abyss of the liquid as you swirled it around. Maybe if you looked long enough, you'd forget about tonight. It should have been an evening of celebration for you. Nothing major, but it was something that meant the world to you.

"I think you need something stronger."

You stayed silent when you turned to your right, slightly surprised when you saw none other than Bucky take a seat beside you. The citrus scent of his cologne filled your nostrils when he moved his stool close enough that your knees touched. Up close, even with the dim bar lightning, you could see the gray hairs in his trimmed beard and perfectly coiffed brown hair. Of all the people you expected to see, he certainly wasn't one of them.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

"I thought you could use a friend."

"Are we friends?" You asked softly.

Hurt flashed in his eyes, which filled you with guilt. "I thought we were."

You weren't sure if you would label Bucky as a friend, but you cared for the man. He had been good to you over the years, staying up with you and watching movies when you couldn't sleep or listening to you ramble on about your papers, internship, resume, while Beth pampered herself. He gave advice when you asked and listened when you only wanted to talk.

You didn't need to be rude to him.

"We are," you wanted to assure him and you felt a bit better when his shoulders relaxed. "How did you even know where to find me?"

"You rushed off before dinner started and you mentioned that you liked this place," he replied, like it was obvious. "We were supposed to be celebrating. We didn't get all dressed up for nothing," he teased, gesturing to himself and drawing your attention to his large body as you smiled a little.

Over the last few years, you got used to seeing different looks from him. Jeans and shirts tight enough to see the muscles underneath, sweatpants that hung low enough to let the imagination wander, swim trunks when you went on vacation, and even the occasional suit. He opted for a dark blue suit tonight that matched his eyes, but skipped the tie. It wasn't a look many could pull off and he did it with ease.

You blinked and shook your head, trying not to pay attention to how good he looked. Just because you were upset didn't mean you had a right to check him out. It was wrong to be attracted to him and you refused to acknowledge it. Mainly because he was one of your dad's best friends and one of your best friend's dads.

No, she's not my best friend. Not anymore.

“We even kind of match,” he smiled to himself.

You glanced down at your short, sleeveless dress. It wasn’t revealing or flashy, but you felt beautiful in it. The shade of blue was close to his suit. Part of you felt silly for dressing up for a simple dinner.

"I guess we do," you said softly, looking at your glass again.

“Surprised the boys aren’t lining up for a chance with you,” he said.

You snorted, thankful you didn’t take a sip of your wine. You would’ve spit it out. “The boys have never lined up for me, but it’s okay. I’m used to it.”

Boys usually talked to you to get closer to Beth.

“Their loss,” Bucky said sincerely as he held up a couple of fingers for the bartender.

“And we have nothing to celebrate,” you said, not wanting to dwell on your sad dating history.

"Bullshit," he said, ordering two shots of whiskey and setting some money on the counter once the bartender came over. "You got a job at Stark Industries. I'm proud of you."

Your cheeks heated at the praise. "Thank you," you said, sparing him a glance when he passed you a glass. "I already have a drink.”

“And I said it isn’t strong enough,” he hesitated as he picked up his own. “Beth said you weren’t much of a drinker. Not even on your 21st birthday. You were a good girl, weren’t you?”

You were conflicted as you listened. Did Bucky mean for that to be an innuendo? You chose to focus on Beth instead, and how angry you felt. How many nights did you hold her hair back while she puked?

“You're right. We should celebrate."

Bucky gave you a worried look as you picked up your drink.

Your cheeks ached from your wide smile. "To my dad and your daughter fucking each other. Cheers!"

You might as well address the elephant in the room since he wouldn't.

He frowned when you downed the shot, the burn spreading from the back of your throat to your chest. You half expected him to see a clench in his jaw or an embarrassed blush in his cheeks, but he merely threw his drink back and slammed the glass down when he finished. "You sure you don't want to do another toast? I don't think the entire bar heard you."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to make a scene. I did that already, remember?"

You hadn't seen Beth in months since you graduated. Neither of you landed dream jobs right away, but you did find temporary work to help cover the rent for your new place. You wanted to be independent and your dad supported you. But your friend hadn’t even seen your place.

Any time you reached out to meet up, she made an excuse why she couldn't join you or bailed at the last minute if she agreed. At first, you didn't take any offense. You figured she met a guy. She got like that sometimes over boys, but she had never gone that long without hanging out with you.

Maybe she had outgrown you after college.

Your dad sensed that you missed Beth and assured you that you'd see her soon. He planned a special dinner to celebrate you getting a job at Stark Industries. Beth promised she wouldn't miss it. You thought it was strange how easily she accepted your dad's invitation, but you discovered quickly that she wasn't there for you in the first place.

"Sweetie," your dad began as he slipped an arm around Beth's waist. "We have something we want to talk to you about. Beth and I are, well, we're seeing each other. Now I know that may be difficult to hear, especially since I haven't seen anyone serious since your mother, but…"

Your dad used to describe you as amicable and well-behaved when someone asked him about his daughter. No matter what life threw your way, you did your best to be friendly and stay out of trouble. It could have been before your mother was always kind and you did your best to follow in her footsteps. It often meant putting the needs of others before your own, but it never bothered you.

Until tonight.

Until you saw the ring on Beth's finger.

Beth, the girl who flashed boys from her sorority house window and blew off studying. The same girl who cried with you on the anniversary of your mom's death. She was going to marry your dad.

A slow moving storm began to swirl in your mind. You managed to hear your dad say that they began seeing each other the night of graduation and promised it wasn't sooner. It explained why Beth had blown you off all that time. They were trying to figure out how to tell you, but all they did was lie.

Outrage was a foreign feeling to you and you didn't know how to channel it. Were you supposed to scream? Cry? All you knew was that it clawed at your insides until it broke free.

Whatever you yelled was enough to make your dad step back in shock and Beth grab your arm to drag you outside. The porch light illuminated her enough to see the anger etched on her face. You didn't even recognize her.

"What the fuck? You've been fucking my dad?!" you yelled, snatching your arm back from her.

"Yeah, I'm fucking your dad!" she yelled back.

"How did this even happen?!" you demanded to know, immediately regretting asking a second later.

"After your graduation dinner, we were drinking and I said I always thought he was hot and-"

"God, stop!" you shrieked, covering your ears until her mouth stopped moving. "So, you two have been sneaking around behind my back and lying to me for months?!"

"We had to because we knew you'd lose your shit! I knew you wouldn’t be mature about this!"

You trembled as you took a step back. You weren't used to yelling or being yelled at. There were times that you and Beth bickered, but it was nothing like this.

And, of course, you'd lose your shit. What did she honestly expect? Was she the real reason your dad began to take better care of himself over the years?

"Why?" You asked almost timidly, a contrast to how you shouted moments ago. "I don't want to sound cliché, but you can have anyone you want. Why him?"

"Because I want him," she said unapologetically.

Beth, in the time you knew her, was never afraid to go after what or who she wanted. She also went all in with guys. She didn't believe in doing it half-ass. But your dad was far from her type, the opposite of the fuckboys she typically dated.

"My dad isn't one of those stupid boys who does lines of coke off your ass. He's a good man."

"I know he's a good man. That's why I'm marrying him," she snapped, holding up her hand for you to see the ring again. It was beautiful. If you had to guess, it was also expensive. "We just want your support."

You wondered what it would be like at times to have a stepmom. Whenever you envisioned it, your best friend never came to mind. Your dad had to be going through a midlife crisis. God, what would your mom say if she was alive? What did Bucky have to say?

"You're half his age!" you argued, the anger starting to surface again as you stepped forward and smacked her hand away. "What do you two possibly have in common?"

"A lot, actually," she said, clutching her hand against her chest. "You never had a problem with your dad and I hanging out in all the years we've been friends. And you wouldn't give a shit about his age if this was any other guy."

"But this isn't just any guy! This is my dad!" you argued, pleading with her to understand as your vision blurred. Didn’t she realize how awkward it was? What if they ended things? "And you're my best friend."

Beth bit her lip at the sight of your tears. "Your dad and I care about each other, okay? We deserve to be happy. And I care about you, too, but I'm not letting him go. I refuse to be like you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you demanded when you watched the sympathy leave her eyes.

When backed into a corner, Beth lashed out like an animal. Anyone who got too close got hurt. Unlucky for you, you knew you were about to be on the receiving end of her wrath.

"You spent all four years of college studying and being nice instead of living. You only had fun when I made it happen. You hardly dated. You're lucky you even got laid at all," she said, digging into your insecurities. It was tough for guys to look at you when Beth stood beside you. It made you wonder how long she felt this way about you. "Deep down, you’re just a fucking coward. Unlike you, I have the balls to go after what I want, so that's what I did. You should find a pair and do the same."

Your hand connected with Beth's cheek before you could stop yourself. Like a scene out of a movie, your dad opened the door in time for him to witness the slap. But it wasn't his hand that gripped your shoulder to pull you away.

It was Bucky’s.

Your hand stung as Beth dissolved into tears in your dad's arms. He looked disappointed in you and said as much as you tried to say something. You waited for Bucky to snap at you for hitting his daughter, but he stayed eerily silent as he looked at your hand.

Did he hate you now?

"I'm sorry," you whispered, pulling away before he could say a word.

You ducked inside long enough to grab your purse and take off before any of them could stop you. It was a coward's way out. Maybe Beth was right about you, after all.

"You didn't cause a scene," Bucky said, ordering you both another drink. "That being said, I didn't hear most of the argument, but I did see you hit Beth."

You winced a little and rubbed your palm against your thigh. It was the first time you ever hit someone. "I'm sorry for slapping her."

"Don't be. She deserved it," he said under his breath.

You didn't expect him to say that.

"Your dad is worried, you know," he said, surprising you again. "Said you aren't answering his calls."

"No, I'm not. I don't know what to say to him," you admitted, finally taking out your phone to glance at it. You had missed calls and texts from your dad and Beth, but you refused to listen to the voicemails or look at the messages. "I don't get it."

"What do you not get?" He asked curiously when you finally took your drink.

"Them," you said, allowing the alcohol to burn your throat again. "I don't get them together. Beth isn't. Well, she's not…"

"Your mother?" he guessed.

You looked in your lap with a sigh.

"No, she isn't, but maybe that isn't a bad thing. She won't try to be your mom. Just a partner to your dad," he said. Was your dad someone who could ground her? Was she someone who could make him feel younger? "They're consenting adults. And your dad is lonely. Has been for years."

It sounded like he was trying to placate you, but something in his voice kept you from calling him out. You knew your dad was lonely. Beth said something similar about Bucky.

"I think Beth is bringing him out of his shell," Bucky gently added.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve hardly seen them in months,” you mumbled.

“They should’ve made time for you,” he said, putting his hand over yours. You didn’t dwell on how nice his touch felt since he pulled away just as quickly. “I should have, too. I’ve missed seeing you around the place.”

It wasn’t his job to make time for you.

“You’ve missed me?” you questioned, warmth spreading in your face as he smiled. It was nice to hear that. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Though I have a feeling you won't want to stop by as much now to see me.”

"If I don't, it has nothing to do with you," you said.

"Sure," he smiled a little.

You examined him with a critical eye, trying to decipher what was going on in his head. Wouldn't it be awkward for him, too? Where was his anger at the situation? Was he hiding it?

"Why are you not upset? She's your daughter."

He gave you a wistful smile and had his drink. A drop of liquid stayed on his lip and you were tempted to wipe it away. Or lick it away. You couldn't act on those urges, especially after the way you went off on Beth. It would be hypocritical.

"Just because I’m not letting it show doesn’t mean I’m not upset. Truth is, I can’t control what Beth does. She stopped listening to me a long time ago. And if I tried to force her to let Dave go, it would make her want him more," he explained, his jaw twitching. "I had a few choice words for him since he kept it from you."

"Wait," you swung in your chair and almost landed in his lap. His hands gripped your arms to steady you, but he didn't let go. "Because he kept it from me? Not you?"

Bucky gave you a single nod, making your heart crack.

"So you knew?" you asked, sadness bubbling up this time instead of anger.

"I did. I’m sorry."

Why would they tell Bucky and not you? Did they expect him to be more mature? Was he the lesser of the two evils or worse?

“How long have you known?” you asked, moving off the stool with his help. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“I’ve only known about their relationship for a couple of weeks,” he answered, trying to stop you when you put your phone in your bag. No wonder he wasn’t as upset. He had time to process the news. “Look, it wasn’t my place. You had enough on your mind with job interviews and I was-”

“You were what? Trying to protect me?”

“In a way, yeah,” he said, making you take a step back when he stood up. “I know how my daughter can be, but I didn’t expect them to pick your celebration dinner to tell you.”

“Tonight wasn’t about me,” you said with a bitter laugh. “It was never meant to be about me.”

Age gap and weirdness aside, you didn't want to say out loud that you felt pushed out. Your dad and Beth would be wrapped up in each other from now on. They already were. How would Beth be able to talk to you about romantic issues when those very issues involved your dad? Would your father make time for you? What if they decided to have a kid?

Were you wrong for thinking of yourself instead of being happy for them?

“Come here,” he whispered, embracing you in a comforting hug.

You were close to bursting into tears, shutting your eyes to keep them at bay. What were you supposed to do with the emotions you were feeling? And why did it feel so good to be in his arms?

“I don’t want to be mad at him,” you whispered.

“You won’t be mad at him forever. He’s your father,” he said, leaning in close so his lips brushed your ear. “But he isn’t your daddy, is he?”

Your eyes slowly opened at his words.

“You want me to be your daddy?”

You nearly stumbled back, your eyes wide as you looked at him. There was no playfulness in his gaze. Nothing to give away that it was a joke. You heard him wrong or imagined that because there was no way he would ask you that. Maybe those couple of shots got to you quicker than you thought.

“What did you say?” you asked.

“You heard what I said,” he said evenly.

You laughed as you backed away more. It had to be a joke and you weren’t in the mood for games. So why wasn’t he laughing with you?

“Whatever that was, I-I can’t process this right now. I need air. I need to go home.”

“You’ve been drinking,” Bucky pointed out as you began to walk to the side door. “I can take you. Let me take care of you.

“You’ve been drinking, too,” you said over your shoulder. “I’ll call a cab.”

“Wait!”

You pushed the door open and welcomed the cool air as you walked down the alley. It didn’t bother you since the alcohol warmed you a bit. It was dark, except for the glow of the neon lights. The perfect cover to hide your oncoming tears.

You turned around when you heard footsteps behind you, but didn’t speak when you saw Bucky a few feet away. What would you say to him? It was difficult to think with him watching you, the air thick with tension. The longer his gaze lingered on you, the harder it was to breathe. If he noticed your hand shaking when you wiped at your eyes, he didn't point it out.

Such a gentleman.

"You're not going home until you talk to me," he said, taking another step toward you.

"You can't keep me out here all night. There. I spoke to you."

"That isn't what I meant and you know it. You're pissed about everything, I get it, but don't act like I'm the bad guy here."

"You're not the good guy either," you snapped, pointing back at the bar. “What the hell was that in there? Asking to be my daddy?”

“You know how relieved Dave was that I didn’t beat the shit out of him over Beth? Or that I didn’t push him away as a friend? You know why I didn’t?” he asked, avoiding your question. “Because I’d be a fucking hypocrite.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’ve wanted you since I walked into your dorm room your freshman year.”

The air rushed out of your lungs. A man who is practically sex on legs wanted you. Someone off limits and you could never have.

“Beth never wanted a stepmom and the women I dated didn’t want a bratty daughter. I almost gave up on dating and then I saw you. You were right in front of me and I couldn’t have you because you were half my age and living with my daughter,” he explained.

You thought back over the years, searching for signs in the memories that he wanted you. The late, quiet nights together. His interests in your studies. How he used to joke with your dad that the reason you didn’t date much was because the boys weren’t good enough for you.

“Been almost five years and I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried to be good. What’s stopping us now?”

“I. That’s not. We.” Why couldn’t you form a coherent sentence? “You’re a good man and a good looking man, but you’re Beth’s dad.”

Bucky’s bitter laugh chilled you more than the cool air.

“So, you’re going to pretend that you don’t want me? That you haven’t wanted me all these years and I’ve just imagined the looks and want between us?” he demanded, every bit the confident man you grew used to seeing. “Say you don’t want me and we’ll forget this whole thing.”

You couldn’t say that.

“Say I do want you,” you said carefully. “We just can’t.”

You backed up when he strode forward and wrapped his hand around your wrist. The touch was gentler than you expected as he turned and backed you against the wall, your bag unceremoniously falling to the ground. You were forced to look at him when he gripped your chin, pressing his body closer to yours. His eyes flickered between your gaze and trembling mouth and you wondered if he heard how fast your heart pounded.

Were his eyes always such a dark shade of blue or did you ignore the lust hidden beneath the surface?

"Why can’t we, hmm?" he asked, firmly keeping your head in place when you tried to avert your gaze. "Is it because you’re scared? You don’t have to be.”

You were scared as hell. Bucky is a man. Experienced.

"Aren't you tired of being good? I know I am."

You thought back to Beth’s previous words. How she had the balls to go after what she wanted and you needed to do the same. What better time to start than now?

You pressed your lips against his and it didn’t take him long for his tongue to slip in, tasting the whiskey as he devoured you. He moaned when your hands moved down his torso, allowing you to divulge in the thing you both denied yourselves. Some twisted part of you mourned what you could’ve had for months had you simply stopped being a good girl.

Were you truly good to begin with?

The line of his hard cock pressed against you as he rocked his hips and kissed down your neck. “This isn’t how I pictured it, but I can’t fucking wait.”

“How did you picture it?” you whimpered, rolling your hips back against his.

“I’d rather show you later,” he whispered, lightly biting down. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but enough that pain and pleasure lingered. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you.”

He moved away enough to push your dress up around your hips, shocking you when he tore your panties off. Tucking the ruined fabric into his pants pocket, he slipped his hand back between your thighs. His fingers were cool against your slick folds and you shamelessly writhed, needing everything he was willing to give you.

“Did you touch yourself at night wishing I’d show up and fuck your pretty pussy until you cried for me? Hmm?” He said, kissing you again as you whined. The light scratch of his beard made you shiver as he nipped your bottom lip. “Tell me you want my cock.”

Your head spun at his demand. You weren’t a virgin, but the guys you had been with before weren’t big on dirty talk. Unless they talked about how amazing their cocks were.

They weren’t.

“I want your cock,” you whined against his lips, desperate for him.

You wanted him to fill you up until you were sore, aching, and forgot why you were so upset in the first place.

“I’ll give it to you,” he promised.

Your fingers twisted in his shirt when he slid his fingers into your wet slit. You couldn’t recall a time in your life you felt this hot and slick. And feeling one finger push inside, you were sure this was nothing more than an erotic, dirty dream.

“Fuck, you’re tight. And you’re gonna let me fuck you against this wall, aren’t you?” he asked as you nodded. “Dirty girl. My dirty girl now.”

His finger twisted as he added another and you nearly smacked your head against the wall, but his other hand came up to soften the blow. “Bucky,” you gasped.

“I don’t know if you really want my cock,” he teased, moving his long fingers deep. “Might need to hear it one more time.”

As if you weren’t practically riding the thick digits at this point and moaning in the dark alleyway, he really needed to hear you say it again? The squelching sound of your pussy wasn’t loud enough? But your body liked his teasing. Loved his demands.

“Please, I need your cock. Please, Bucky. Please.” you begged, almost sobbing when he took his fingers out.

“But you said we can't do this. Isn't that what you said?” he asked.

When you opened your mouth to answer, he pushed his wet fingers inside.

“Taste yourself and try to say you don't want me. I dare you,” he whispered, wiping some of the bittersweet juices on your tongue. His fingers slipped free as you gaped at him, watching as he licked the remainder with a groan. “Even sweeter than I imagined.”

The sound of him unbuckling his belt snapped you out of your stupor. “Bucky, I’m-”

“On the pill and clean. I know,” he cut you off as he took his cock out and stroked himself. “I need to fill you up, pretty girl. Need to make you mine, the way I should’ve a long time ago.”

You struggled to keep yourself upright as he guided himself between your legs, holding your hip steady when he pushed the head in. You weren’t nearly stretched enough to take him, but your greedy pussy didn’t care as he slipped in inch by inch. You moaned as he kept pushing until he was fully sheathed inside you. You had never felt so full and likely never would again.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as your walls pulsed around him.

In the dark place in the back of your mind you kept locked away, you wondered how he looked and sounded when he was pleased. If he gasped when he came or if his eyes rolled back. You were going to find out though, weren’t you?

You cried out when he thrust, one hand moving up to grip his hair. The quick, hard motions felt as desperate as you did inside. You didn’t care if it was fast or dirty. You were tired of being clean. This wasn’t tender or making love. It wasn’t soft touches and kisses to your breasts or slowly building you up.

It was Bucky Barnes fucking you against an alley wall.

“Fuck, are you always this wet or is it just for me?” he asked in awe, pulling one of your legs around his hip to shove his cock in deeper. “Do I have to chase anyone else off?”

You didn’t hear the words as you cried out. It felt so good to be taken like this. The rage, hurt, confusion, all of it molded into ecstasy. You never wanted it to end.

A light smack to your thigh pulled you back to the present.

“Tell. Me. You’re. Mine.” The gravel in his voice grew with each punctuated thrust.

“I’m yours,” you moaned, helpless to the onslaught and uncaring of the implication in the moment.

Your response encouraged him to move faster, kissing you deeply with a groan. His thrusts became almost punishing, like he had to feel you let go so he could come. It wouldn’t take much more with your orgasm building the way it was. You’d be surprised if his cock wasn’t coated in your wetness once you came.

“I-I’m gonna…” you trailed off.

“I know, pretty girl,” he grunted, gripping your chin again. “Be good and come for Daddy.”

Your body seized up before you exploded with pleasure. You struggled to hold yourself up as you trembled with bliss, your vision going white from the intensity. It was so much at once and you thought you might sob from how good it felt.

“Good girl. My good fucking girl,” he encouraged as he fucked you through it, the obscene sounds drowning out your whimpers. He tipped over the edge after a few more thrusts, coating your wet walls. “Fuck, take it.”

He managed to hold you up as he finished, panting as his head fell back. Your grip on his jacket loosened as the reality of the situation sank in, like a bucket of cold water being washed over you. Why did pleasure have to be short lived?

You fucked Bucky. You let Bucky fuck you. How could you cross that line? Just because Beth and your dad had done so, why did you think you could?

God, what were you going to tell them? That you were the biggest hypocrite alive? That you were no better than they were?

What goes around, comes around.

“Hey,” he whispered when he lifted his head, both of you still breathing heavily. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“It’s not okay,” you whispered as he pulled out of you, your mixed release dripping down your thighs. You covered your face as he fixed your dress and himself. “Oh, my god.”

You flinched and dropped your hands when he pulled you away from the wall. His expression was unreadable as he shrugged his jacket off and slipped it over your shoulders. “It’s okay,” he said again.

“W-We can’t do that again,” you whispered as he bent down to retrieve your bag.

"Why not?" he asked, picking up some of the contents that fell out before he stood up.

"Because we can't," you said with no strength behind your words.

“We’re doing this again. You can’t avoid me or this,” he said, pointing between the two of you.

“Your daughter is marrying my dad. This whole thing is fucked up and-”

“And I said I'm tired of being good. I’m fucking tired of denying myself the chance to be happy,” he said firmly as he got in your face. “So are you. I know it."

You pulled the jacket tighter around you, not backing away as he stared at you. Did you shake from the sudden cold, your orgasm, or from the thought that he wasn’t about to let you go?

His gaze softened before he kissed your forehead. “Let’s get a cab and I’ll take you home. We can talk about it once you’ve rested.”

You let him take your hand, your feet moving on their own accord to follow him to the end of the alley. “I can get home on my own.”

You needed to be alone so you could figure out what to do about everything.

“You said you’re mine, didn’t you?” he said, smiling when you stopped. “And what kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”

Would love to explore more of this new pairing. 😏 Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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Playing with Fire: The Book Store

Fandom: Marvel (Dad's Best Friend AU)

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad's coworker and best friend, Bucky, decides to tag along with you on your errands after your boyfriend bailed on you last minute.

A/N: Bucky is in his late 40s, reader in her mid to late 20s. inspo came from these recent pics of seb. ugh. also broke this up into parts cause i didn't want a long oneshot

You glance over your shoulder as Carol, the owner of the second-hand book shop, go through your box of books you were looking to sell.

"It'll take me about twenty minutes to go through this stuff, so feel free to look around. You know the drill."

You give her a salute, "Aye aye, Captain," you turn on your heel and go towards Bucky in the DVD aisle.

"You find anything good?"

He looks up with a grin, "A movie I haven't seen in a while. It's funny. We can watch it back at your dad's."

You shrug, "Sure."

"All finished?" he asks, looking at another DVD.

"Carol said it'd take about twenty minutes for her to go through everything and such. So I'm just gonna peruse around." You gesture to the romance section and Bucky nods, watching you walk towards the book shelves.

He looks around the DVD section for a little longer until he was satisfied with his find. He walks over to the romance section where you are. He just watches as you read the back of a book and you're hesitant to put it back. But you eventually slip it back into it's spot on the shelf.

"You're not gonna get it?" you jump when you suddenly hear Bucky's voice.

"Oh, um, I want to, but I shouldn't. I already have some books I'll be getting," you lift up two books you're already carrying.

"I'll get it for you," he says with confidence as he approaches you and picks up the book you just put away.

"Bucky, no."

"Bucky, yes. You seemed really interested in it. Besides, this is me encouraging you to broaden your mind, exercise your brain and whatnot."

With the book in hand, he heads towards the front where Carol is finishing off your pile of books.

"Oh good! I can take the entire pile for $30. Sound good?"

"Yup!"

Carol hands you the receipt and cash and places the books off to the side. She turns to Bucky, "Ready for purchase?"

"Yeah," he places the DVD and book onto the counter then takes the two books in your hands, "These too."

"Bucky-"

"Nope."

"But-"

"I got it," he says with a wink and pays quickly before you could even pull out your wallet.

After paying, he hands you your books and you thank Carol, waving good-bye as you and Bucky exit the shop.

You sigh, "Can't believe you did that."

He shrugs with a mischievous smirk, "It's not a big deal, sugar. Besides, wouldn't want you to miss out on the steamy scene in chapter seven."

You whip your head to him, completely taken back at the fact that he knows one of the books he just bought you was a spicy romance book.

You gulp, "You've read these books?"

"A few of them. They're...interesting," he says with a look that makes you start to sweat and your cheeks heat up.

"Right. Cool," you mumble, chucking your new books into your backseat and getting into the car. You try not to imagine Bucky reading about fairies fucking as you drive to your next destination.

Maybe having your dad's best friend accompany you on errands was a bad idea after all. If only your boyfriend, John didn't procrastinate on his Master's program assignment...

#dbf!bucky #dbf!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #fem!reader #f!reader #female!reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel au #marvel imagine

[romanianseba]

Just A Walk

What happens when you wake up on your dad's best friend's bed come morning? Is he as unyielding as he constantly seems to be?

Pairing: dad’s best friend!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: age gap, reader is twenty (bucky is thirty-nine), sexual tension, mentions of sex, explicit content, smutty smut, dirty talk, adult talk, fluff ?? 18+ only

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: pov: after reading all those countless dbf!bucky fics, now you're wondering what would actually happen the morning after you let the spark start the fire with your dad's best friend.

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hello! a pretty chill, hot, fluffy lil fic that I hope you enjoy very much!!!!!, makes you smile, inspires you, whatever. love you guys thanks for staying around and always being so kind to me<3 let me know what you think ????!!!! (this has been on my drafts for months cause i had plans to continue but.... hehe)

"What are you doing?" Your voice comes out groggy, thick with sleep as you pat hair out of your face and rub your eyes.

He stands at the other side of the room. Giving you only a side glance that last a second when you speak. Right before diving back into his task at hand; looking for whatever he wants to take from his dresser.

And if you were a bit more awake and on your senses you wouldn't have missed the way he literally froze when he realized he had woken you up.

"I'm going for a walk," He replies, sounding distant and avoiding eye contact with you as he goes to sit on the edge of the bed to put socks on.

A harsh contrast to the intense eye contact he had going on a few hours ago as he railed you on his mattress. Two rough fingers inside your mouth while he hold your face in place, forcing you to keep your eyes on his with each hard trust of his hips.

"Right now? Today?" You push on your elbows to take a look at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand, confirming your suspicion that it is, in fact, before sunrise.

"Yes."

You frown, your student brain unable to understand why.

"Why?" Why?

Why this early?

Why at 5:30 AM on bloody Sunday?

He chuckles under his breath, tying his sneakers fast, "I have a routine, baby."

"I see that," You mutter absently, your mind already taking a moment to just take the man in.

He's glorious. It's difficult for you to think of a more beautiful man. Even when your imagination is so vivid and can get so creative, you couldn't possibly create a person in your head that rivals his beauty.

It doesn't come close to a magazine male model, it's far better.

Bucky's though and raw, with imperfect hot features, unedited; he's real.

Right in front of you; you are in his bed; and you can't wrap your head around it.

His long bed hair tangling in every direction, some rebel strands falling over his face. The comfy thick sweatpants he's now wearing; very innocent, except they're hanging dangerously low on his hips. So low, your thighs squeeze together as you briefly take sight of his happy trail while he slips on a sweater and his white t-shirt riddles up for a second.

And he notices. Of course he notices.

And he gives in. Finally looking you down, laying on his bed, taking in your naked form under his sheets.

Your attention perks up and you feel vaguely more awake when you catch his eyes on you, finally. Your heart skips a beat when he takes you in.

Just like yesterday night.

And you can almost see the flashbacks swimming in his head. Your small body squirming under his. Flashbacks that you both share now. His big thick fingers buried deep inside your warm and tight center, working you wonderfully. Flashbacks from the night you two finally ignored all the logical reasons both your heads had on why you shouldn't fuck each other and gave in to each other's fantasies. His experienced tongue and fingers making you come undone beneath him once or twice before finally taking you.

All the scenes running quickly through his mind —allowing you to fall sleep over his chest afterwards, and not getting that much sleep at all himself— taking him to the present moment.

Your body blinding all his common sense again. After finally knowing how good it feels in his hands, how soft, he was all the more eager to touch you again. Your legs tightly shut and a hint of a smile tugs at his mouth seeing the effect he has on you; a little, sweet, innocent–looking, beautiful girl.

Half his age... and his best friend's daughter.

Suddenly his eyes rip from you, like a coming out of a fantasy, like a bubble has been popped. And he's back to staring at the floor and avoiding your existence in his room. In his bed.

Your heart drops.

But your lips keep the little, youthful, stupid smile that has been there since yesterday night when you sneaked into his house at midnight. With high hopes and an aching cunt, and he didn't kick you out.

What confused you the most was not his distant attitude, but his very active demeanor so early in the morning, he looked fresh and fully awake. Something you were still trying to cope with, your eyes begging you to close them again.

And how does he do it when you, unbeknownst to anyone, clearly see his lights going off well past midnight each day? Staying up till late watching YouTube videos from your bed while keeping an eye on Bucky's bedroom, who's window was conveniently aligned with yours from the house next door.

"How come you wake up so early when you go to sleep so late most days?"

"Like I said, I have a routine," He states firmly as he goes to grab one last piece of clothing to keep warm outside in the already freezing autumn weather. "You better go back home before your parents find out you're not in bed." His voice is firm and authoritarian.

And your insides tighten because that's just how he sounded yesterday when he asserted his dominance over you.

"Don't fucking move."

"Bucky," You whimpered, pussy already sensitive and abused, stubble burning your thighs deliciously as he licked his way through your second orgasm. "Please... please, just– just take me already."

He growled, hands strongly pinning down your hips, "I'm gonna fucking take you whenever I feel like it."

You'll be lying if you said that alone didn't make you so damn wet again.

"I wanna go on a walk with you." Throwing the soft white sheets off your body, you stand up hastily.

"What?" Is his immediate response. Eyes snapping back to your side of the room. "No."

That word alone like a warning.

"Yes, I want to." You persist, enthusiastically.

"You have to get to your house."

His tone of voice is dead serious, but his brain is losing it every passing second as he watches you stand there naked. Eyes burning holes all over your body.

"I love walks."

Trying your best to ignore the intensity of his gaze on your skin, you reach to pick up your abandoned underwear thrown by his desperate hands onto the floor hours ago. Panties going quickly up your legs and clasping your bra before he speaks again.

It takes all the will power he's ever mustered to tear his eyes from you and pace around the room, gathering his stuff to leave as soon as possible. "You can't come with me. Save a moment to go by yourself later– after you've had breakfast, I don't know."

His voice still assertive, but now there's a desperate edge to his tone; his logic trying to convince himself this is a bad idea, trying come up with stuff to stop him from spending more time with you.

"Please," You beg lightheartedly, Unbothered about his seriousness, slipping the pair of sweatpants and old shirt you wore to sneak out of your house back on and being thankful for your outfit choice. Which will not serve as excuse to not go on a walk, you'll be covered enough against the early morning cold.

Knowing it wouldn't be a matter of seeing you wearing revealing clothes for Bucky anymore you had chosen to go with comfiness over looking appealing. Truth be told, he would've taken you even if you were wearing a potato bag with how long you both had dragged the teasing and tension between each other.

Fully dressed, you continue your persuasion. "It should be fun. Besides it's Sunday, they won't be up till later."

He stops abruptly when reaching to unplug his charging phone, deciding he's had enough. Turning back to face you, this time he makes sure to look into your eyes.

"Listen, doll, we're not–" He cuts himself short, deciding he doesn't want to just be a jerk and possibly hurt your feelings.

Slowly scanning your soft, young face and wide eyed expectant expression, he takes a few short calming breaths. Decisive but softer this time, he continues. "We should've talked about this earlier. You shouldn't have even stayed the night over. We're not a couple, alright? We..."

"I know about casual sex, Bucky." You cut him off in a know-it-all tone of voice, close to rolling your eyes at him.

He strides closer, stopping right in front of you. Fresh mint breath fanning on your face with how close his frame looms over yours, big and tall.

The exasperate fire picking up in his voice and expression again.

"Then you understand that you going on a walk with me, suddenly being part of my routine, after casual sex, would imply more than that."

You know how he feels. And, deep down, of course you feel stupid, too. But you're not ready to leave him alone in his misery. You're not ready to be alone in yours.

And you definitely want more of him. Having experienced last night you know sex will never be the same for you, not if it's not with Bucky. And you won't risk having him push you away so soon.

Thankfully for both of you, he was one of the very few people you trusted with your life and his rage didn't make you feel unsafe. Maybe flinch a bit, maybe if you were completely honest it turned you on a bit; but it certainly didn't make you feel at risk at all.

So even when you're not usually argumentative, or the most confident person, and would have already given up with basically everyone else; meekly giving them the reason, you refuse to right now. And it's possibly the most stubborn moment of your life.

"C'mon, everyone can go on a walk. You think it's a Bucky Barnes thing?" You scoff and tease him playfully. "We just happen to be two people that know each other and decided to go and have a walk together for not having anything else to do this bloody early in the morning. I can't go back to sleep and I'm going on a walk, too." Your gaze is challenging now.

Bucky Barnes was convinced that your stubborn and sometimes confident personality was going to add five years to his life and suck five from him at the same time.

Jaw tightly clenched and a very faint spark of amusement in his eye, he growls lowly.

"You don't fucking give up, do you?"

The eye contact you had manage to keep falters and you swallow, suddenly becoming nervous. Your naturally nonconfrontational and calm state of existing unable to maintain the confident facade for longer.

"I— uhm, I promise I won't talk much, won't bother you." You mumble.

His hard features soften immediately, voice a gentle whisper as he shakes his head.

"You don't fucking bother me when you speak, doll," His eyes searching for yours to insist on it; "Get that out of your pretty head."

He lets out a long and tired sigh, stepping away briefly to reach into his reach-in closet and a drawer before approaching you again.

"Here," He hands you a coat and goes to roll a beanie down your head. "Don't want you to catch a cold.

You can't hide your gleeful smile when you realize he's allowed you to join him.

"Thanks."

"This won't happen again." He announced, his hands arranging the warm blue beanie over your head.

Your smile falters a bit, looking up to him, a knot going up your throat causing you to stammer.

"What? This..."

"What? Are you worrying I won't fuck you again, dirty little thing?" His smirk is smug and self-satisfied.

A calloused palm goes up to the side of your neck as he, very slowly, leans down to gravelly whisper in your ear. "You felt too good to give that up so soon, sweet cheeks."

His intention clear to torture you. The innocent, feather-like lick and tug of his teeth at your earlobe confirm it to you.

Facing you again, he stares for a while; blue eyes locked on yours, his nose an inch from yours. Small baby face against his older, mature one. Your mouth goes dry.

"It's the last time you beg to do anything else with me that is not screw around. And as soon as we come back you're slipping your ass back to bed." A pause, "Your own."

You can't argue back on that.

"Fine."

–

"Where are we going on your bike? The park's two blocks from here."

Trailing behind him into the garage, you frown when you see him taking his big, stunning, motorcycle ready.

"Not going there today. I see Mr. Wilson and a few others walking there every day. I don't want any nosy neighbors running their mouths to your dad about it." His answer is fast, like it's a thought that's been going around his head all this time.

Holding a bike helmet in each hand, he approaches you again.

"This shouldn't be weird. I mean, you're always at my house. People know you're basically an uncle to me." You express mindlessly, finding it funny that he wants to avoid you in public all of a sudden.

"Stop," He hisses through gritted teeth and closes his eyes, focusing on breathing calmly through his nose after the guilt-ridden mental slap he just experienced with what you said. "Just– do not say that again."

"Okay," You say just above a whisper, biting your tongue before he regrets letting you go with him.

Sighing he places one helmet on top of the almost sparkling seat of his bike and lifts his hands to help you into the other one. Carefully covering your head with the heavy black material and doing all the safety checks himself; making sure it's comfortable and placed correctly.

His eyes fall on yours after he's pleased with it, hands resting on each side of your head; over the helmet. You stare back, like suddenly being trapped under a spell. His eyes are gentle this time, and the moment feels so intimate, so warm and lovely, you feel heat warming your cheeks.

Just two people who are madly attracted to each other, staring into each other's soul... at least that's how it feels to you. Lasting both an eternity and simply not enough.

Breaking the spell, popping the bubble, slapping you out of a daze; you jump a little, getting startled when he slides the helmet faceshield down.

Ending the intimate eye contact and the spell you were both in.

"Is it comfortable?" He ask, and you're glad to realize he too sounds slightly out of breath.

"Yeah, just a little heavy." You breathe out. "But it's okay."

He nods, his thumb wiping away a dusty spot on the black tinted faceshield. A light frown, caused probably by intense overthinking, permanent on his handsome face.

"Good."

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[flordeamatista]

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗔 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

pairing:  DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

concept: The truth is you wanted him even if it might shake the world, but in the end, he is your world and you are his queen.

word count: 1k

warnings: poetic fluff with cute themes, poetic love-making, fing—ering, semi-public love-balcony love, kisses, hair pulling, age gap, secret relationship,- nickname--( Princess) Lupul alb= white wolf in Romanian

a/n: just a cute daydream because he looked so dilf.

the cute gif and moodboard made by me

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel thank you for letting me scream with you

line divider: @s-tarksintern

Masterlist

The lines on his skin where your lips rested still evoke a feeling of breathlessness, a spark of the flame that he ignited in you that night.

Whispery murmurs of the night breeze flicker along the pure white curtains as they catch the gleaming moonlight of the night. You can actually see your heels dancing on the marble floor, as you look at your reflection on the floor. 

Your eyes are drawn to the pictures adorning the walls of the mansion's study room. As you are leaving the ballroom to get some fresh air, you’re curious about who the man of the house is. 

Your eyes catch sight of him in his striking portrait, with cerulean eyes fiercely peering into the dark shades. 

You have never seen anyone else quite like him. 

A man in satin and a shiny suit, his hair gelled back, a man in power, a mafia dilf.

Lupul alb

“Fucking him will be a dream, but he seems a bit cocky for my taste.” You hold onto your champagne glass as you draw closer to his portrait.

Heavy steps are heard resonating through the room until they become loud enough to be clearly heard. As you turn around, you see a powerful man in a tux staring at you smolderingly. 

“Here, Princess, have a taste. But, if I taste you, no one will be able to have you but me, the cocky man." a voice behind echo.

Your mouth suddenly dries up. 

His close proximity causes your heart to race. The weight of his stare makes you shudder.

Dropping his sapphire eyes to meet yours, you hesitate to breathe as your body voluntarily moves towards him as if under the sway of the wolf himself, his tight grip tingling your skin. "Is that enough cockiness for you or do I have to ask you what you are doing in my office away from the party?"

Rather than run the world, let's be skin to skin. 

The mafia princess of another territory knows you should stop, even if you are in the arms of a mafia king you desire.

You feel at peace even though it is so dangerous and risky. 

While you are pressed against his balcony, one hand is beneath your dress and the other is between your legs, pressing deeply into your body. Your dress falls down from your right shoulder. 

 The grunts and growls from Bucky with each thrust make you forget that anyone at the party can see you being fucked out. 

His fingers wrap around your wrists, holding them in place as he sloppily kisses your neck and leaves his marks all over. 

Each touch sets you on fire as his kisses fill your skin. The more kisses you receive, the more desperate it becomes to be touched. 

There is a tickling sensation on your skin as his golden bracelet tickles you. He has locked you down for him alone.

When he first saw you in your father's office, you were so innocent and pure. Because of how shy you were, you could not even look at him. The most significant deal in his life was to have access to your sweet body and hear your moans for him alone.

“Shhh, princess, you don't want to get caught with the big bad wolf, do you?”, he bites you on your neck roughly and groans. "I'm going to show everyone that you are mine right here and now." His hips thrust into you slowly.

The moment he saw you in his bed, it was as if your soft sounds, your moans, drew him in even deeper as he craved your innocence, and he kept coming back for more.

It was as if your ragged breath spread clouds over the dark night as you breathed in a silent moan at the full moon and savored each thrust and kiss. 

Feeling intoxicated by his intense sensation, you clutch his dark chestnut hair and shift your hips with his. 

"You're becoming a brat, Princess, and I can fuck the brat out of you." You can feel the heat of his mouth covering yours before he kisses you roughly.

Your eyes rolls to the back of your head as he pulls your chin to blow down on your neck. 

While you are trembling, your heart pounding, and softly screaming his name, a tingle of pleasure sweeps through your body. Your climax is ignited as you hear the stars of the night engulf in pleasure. 

As his trust, he wanted to take hold of every part of you.

Your life depends on it, so you scream loudly so everyone can so everyone can hear who the man making your every wish come true is.

Your heart desires him.

The two of you deserve each other.

Bucky is always called a cold, calculated proud man by the people who see him.

You sigh breathlessly as he caresses your cheek. His thumb rubs over your soft lips. 

In his eyes, you do not see cruelty, but you see eyes that have changed you completely. 

The truth is you wanted him even if it might shake the world, but in the end, he is your world and you are his queen.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes fluff #bucky barnes #DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader #dbf bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan x you #bucky barnes x latina!reader #dbf!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x you

[jobean12-blog]

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Dbf!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 3,611

Summary: You’re in grad school and it’s been a rough semester but thankfully your father knows just who can help you get back on track and pass your organic chemistry class. 

Author’s Note: Here’s my first crack at DBF!Bucky. Ater all these award ceremonies I just had to do it haha. It moves pretty quickly because well, he’s fucking hot and we want him! The reader is around 22-23 and Bucky would be about 20 years older ish. Everyone is consenting and of age. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you love! 

Warnings: flirting, teasing, tension, light dirty talk, curses, fingering, oral (f rec), smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!) 

“Come on Dad! I don’t see the need for this! I’ll make sure I get myself together for next semester and do better.”

Your Dad gives you a pointed look with his heavy sigh. “Sweetheart. You’re paying far too much money to not be getting the grades you’re capable of. Please, just give it a try. For me.”

You stare unblinking while you try to find the willpower to keep up the fight but it crumbles quickly at his pleading eyes and you give in with a soft, “fine.”

“Great, I’ll set something up for next week.”

“Who is it anyway?” you ask.

“Someone you already know so you’ll be comfortable and you two can just get right down to studying.”

“But who?”

“You’ll see,” he answers with a bright smile. “Now, I’m off to work. Enjoy your day. I’ll see you for dinner.”

Your father’s vague words pique your curiosity and you spend the rest of the morning mentally filing through a list of possible people he could know that would be able to tutor you in organic chemistry.

When no one comes to mind you let it go for the time being and focus on enjoying the rest of your freedom before studying takes over your life.

“How does Friday night sound?” your Dad asks as you help him clean up from dinner.

“FRIDAY NIGHT? DAD!”

“Do you have plans?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Well…no. Not yet. But I might get some,” you start to protest.

He tries to suppress his smile but fails and you huff in frustration.

“Fine, but don’t make that the usual day each week. Why can’t we do like Wednesday?”

“I have him coming two days a week and we can add more if you need it.”

“Ugh this is just getting better and better. And why can’t you let me handle scheduling. I’m an adult, I’m capable.”

“You most certainly are sweetheart and once you have your first session I’ll let you handle it from then on out. Ok?”

“Ok,” you tell him. “He better be an amazing tutor.”

“He’s the best,” your Dad assures you.

Friday night rolls around quickly and you’re surprisingly nervous, your father’s secrecy having caused your anxiety to grow with each day.

You’re in your room getting ready when you hear the bell and with one last glance in the mirror you quietly tip toe down the steps to listen and take a look at your new tutor.

When your father walks into the living room your eyes go wide with surprise.

He’s tall, dressed in well fitted jeans that accent his thick thighs and a soft sweater that pulls tightly across his broad chest. His dark hair is long enough to tuck behind his ears and his full beard is peppered with patches of gray.

“Fuck,” you mutter quietly, distracted by how handsome he is.

Startling yet familiar blue eyes settle on you and you’re suddenly flooded with a feeling of recognition.

“Ah! There you are sweetheart. Come say hello! You must remember James.”

You take a tentative step down, holding onto the railing with sweaty palms.

“It’s been a while,” James murmurs, never taking his eyes off you.

Your father starts peppering James with questions and you the opportunity to study him more closely. You definitely remember him but you don’t remember him looking like this.

James holds out his hand as you approach and you slowly reach out yours to greet him. With a firm shake he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the action.

“Alright, I have that dinner to get to,” your dad starts, slipping between you and James to grab his jacket. “I’ll let you two get to work. I shouldn’t be back too late.”

You barely remember saying goodbye to your father as you shuffle into the dinning room and start to prepare your laptop and books. James says goodbye to your father and then joins you.

“You’re all grown up,” James says when he walks in.

His eyes study your face before they slowly sweep down your body with obvious appreciation. When he brings his gaze back to yours his tongue darts out to wet his lips and you follow the motion, squirming on the spot.

His hands are in the pockets of his jeans and the fabric is pulled taut across his crotch. You can’t stop your eyes from dropping between his legs. You don’t reply to his statement and instead swallow hard and gather yourself.  

“Organic chem is hard and I need to pretty much ace this upcoming semester if I want to save my grade.”

He chuckles and steps closer to you.

“So that’s it. We’re just going to get right down to business,” he asks.

You keep your head down and your eyes on your books.

“Well, you’re here to help me study right?”

“Sure doll. I’m here for whatever you want. But it wouldn’t hurt to catch up first.”

You rest your elbows on the table and force yourself to look at him.

“What do you want to know, James?” you ask, trying to hide your nervousness with some sass.

“First of all, call me Bucky. Your father and I have been friends for half our lives and I’ve known you for most of yours. No need for formalities.”

You nod in agreement and he continues.

“How is grad school? Are you enjoying yourself or spending all your time buried under books?”

You let out a long exhale and slump back in the chair.

“It’s a lot of work but I do enjoy it and I want to do well.”

“So, what happened this last semester,” he asks.  

“I lost focus,” is the only answer you give him.

“Boyfriend?” he asks with a smirk.

You cross your arms over your chest and he does nothing to hide the ways his eyes slowly wander down your face and settle on your breasts.

“We broke up,” you say flatly before narrowing your eyes his way.

“That’s too bad,” Bucky sympathizes, but you get a hint of sarcasm hidden there.

You wave him off and push the book toward him.

“I’m sure with your help I’ll get right back on track.”

“When I’m done with you doll, you’ll be exactly where I want you.”

You try to ignore the heat in his words and focus on making easy conversation.

“What about you?” you quickly ask, hoping to change the subject. “How come you know so much about organic chemistry?”

He sits back with a smile. “I’m a professor. I was doing the chemical engineering thing for a while but needed a change of pace so I moved back here and I’ve been teaching at the state college for about a year now.”

“That’s great,” you tell him.

“I enjoy it,” he says with a shrug.

He leans closer and you get a better look at his face, the patches of gray in his beard even more prominent under the lighting in the room and your mouth goes dry. His long fingers reach across the table and your eyes follow the movement, every nerve in your body alive with anticipation.

With a tug he pulls the book from your grip, laughing when you startle slightly.

“Do you want a drink?” you ask, standing suddenly and disappearing into the kitchen.

You don’t wait for his answer and open the cabinet, reaching up to grab a glass. Your fingers slip over the smooth surface and you shift forward to get a better grip only to feel the press of something hard against your back.

“Need some help?” Bucky whispers along your ear.

Your breath catches in your throat and you will your body not to react but you can’t stop the involuntary shiver that runs down your spine. At the press of his body so close your mind goes blank and you can only register the feel of him, the way his chest brushes your back with every breath he takes and how his scent overwhelms you.

He curls his fingers around the glass and plucks it from the shelf, holding it up for you. You take it from him but he doesn’t move away.

“Need anything else?” he asks, resting both palms along the counter and caging you in.

You clutch the glass to your chest and turn in his arms.

“Water,” you breathe out, slipping away from him to the sink.

He keeps his distance the rest of the time you’re together but his eyes linger and shine with an intensity that you can’t deny. Despite the obvious tension hanging between you, he’s an excellent tutor and you learn more in one session that you have the entire semester.

“So, I’ll see you next week?” he asks as you gather your things. “Friday again? Or are you going to be busy with a hot date?”

He smiles playfully and you return the gesture.

“No, probably not but I was hoping we could meet more than once a week…”

He takes a step closer to you, his eyes darkening and dropping to your mouth when you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.

“That is…if you’re available?” you continue, your voice unsure.

“For you doll, I’m always available. How does Tuesday sound?”

“Great,” you say with a squeak.

“You did so well today,” he says quietly, pressing his thumb under your chin to lift your gaze. “And I’m sure you’re going to continue to impress me.”

The combination of his words and the feel of his fingers on your skin almost makes a whimper escape your parted lips.

You manage a nod of agreement before you lean into his touch. His fingers spread over your cheek and he brushes his thumb across your lips, his eyes closing as he grits his teeth.

“Did your father….?”

He never finishes his question because you hear the lock of the front door click and your father calls to you as he opens it.

Bucky takes a step back and let’s out a deep breath.

“Hey!” your father chimes. “How did it go?”

You’re rummaging through your closet when you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

“COME IN!” you shout from half inside the closet.

“Hey sweetheart,” your father says. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for my skirt,” you grunt with the exertion of shifting clothes. “I know it’s in here somewhere. Ugh, I can’t believe I still have all this shit from High School.”

“Well don’t take too long, James is already here.”

“He is,” you say, suddenly feeling breathless. “But he’s early.”

“Only a few minutes.”

“Shit,” you hiss. “Ok, be down in five.”

Your effort to remain unperturbed by the mere mention of Bucky’s name, let alone his presence, flies out the door with your father and you silently curse yourself.

Once you find your skirt and get dressed you push your shoulders back with determination, resolute in the hope of taking control of the situation.

You flounce down the stairs to find Bucky sitting on the couch while your father is standing with his back to you both and on the phone. Bucky’s legs are spread wide and one hand rests casually on his thigh and the other is gripping the back of the couch.

At your approach his eyes immediately find you, that familiar heated desire filling them.

You walk the rest of the way down and give him a wave.

He sits forward and places his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and staring.

You stop only a few inches away from him with an expectant look.

“Are you ready to study?” you ask cheerily.

The only response you get is a low growl before he stands and wraps his arm around your waist. He tugs you into his chest and dips his head to your ear.

“If this is some kind of game you’re playing doll, you’re not going to win.”

Your palms meet the muscles of his toned stomach, easy to feel under the thin material of his soft shirt, and you tilt your head back to look him in the eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Bucky.”

Before your father can see you in his arms you move away and sashay into the dining room.

“Alright. Sorry about that phone call. I’m going to my office to do some work, I’ll see you before you leave James.”

Your father excuses himself and walks down the hallway, shutting his office door.

As you’re organizing your things your feel Bucky’s presence at your back, the warmth of his body like a caress. He traps you against the table and presses his arousal along your ass.

“Did you wear this just for me?” he asks as he runs his nose along your throat.

“My father is home,” you moan as you lean into him.

“I know that doll face but I’m not the one who’s walking around looking like they wanna get fucked.”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait then.”

You wiggle away from him and lean down to grab something from your bag, putting your panties on display.

Without a warning he grabs your arm and spins you around, taking two long strides and pressing you into the wall.

“So last week was just an act? Hmm? What happened to all that shy sweetness?”  

“It’s still there,” you purr with a bat of your lashes. “I told you you’ll have to wait.”

“Or…” he growls. “I could just tear those pretty little panties right off and stuff you full of my cock right now.”

The sound of footsteps widen both your eyes and Bucky pushes off the wall and falls into the chair at the table. You quickly adjust your skirt and smooth a hand down your shirt before grabbing your book.

“Hope I’m not disturbing you two,” your father says as he walks by. “Just need something to drink.”

“We’re fine Dad,” you answer with a sweet smile. “Working hard.”

Bucky just nods but keeps his face in the book.

Your father gives you one last smile before shuffling back down the hall.

“Shall we,” you chirp and pop open your laptop.

Even with your new found feelings of confidence it’s hard to deny how much you want Bucky to do exactly what he said he could do and the whole study session you find your mind wandering to thoughts of it.

“Where are you right now doll?” he asks with a knowing smirk.

You clear your throat and let out a little huff.

“Right here Bucky.”

He closes the textbook with a snap and stares at you so intensely you squirm in the chair.

“You’re full of shit,” he murmurs.

Before you can protest your father walks back into the kitchen to refill his glass.

“Hey Dad! I’m going to call it an early night and do some reading before bed,” you say, standing and starting to clean up.

“Alright sweetheart. Can you see James out for me? I have one more call to make and then I think I’ll do the same!”

“Sure,” you answer and give your father a kiss on the cheek.

The two friends bid each other farewell and you wait until you hear the click of the office door.

“Friday?” you ask Bucky as he shrugs on his jacket.

“I’ll be here,” he grits out.

You smile demurely and head for the door but you’re once again pulled back and into his arms.

“I’m going to give what you’re so desperately begging for doll but I won’t do it until I have you all to myself. I want to hear you screaming my name while I take you apart.”

His lips ghost over yours, the light brush sending goosebumps dancing across your skin and making your eyelashes kiss your cheeks.

“I just want to pass my class next semester,” you manage to say, sass and all.

“Mm sure you do doll face,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss just below your ear. “See you Friday.”

When the door shuts you lean against it, squeezing your thighs together and letting out a frustrated moan.

“Fuck me.”

Friday arrives and you’re standing in front of your bed, staring at the clothes that lay over it. You can’t decide what to wear but you want it to be dangerously enticing because you can’t get enough of this little game you and Bucky are playing.

Your father will be home again tonight so you know it will be a session full of teasing that will leave you needing your vibrator later.

You finally decide on a cute pair of comfy shorts and off the shoulder top and some knee-high socks. It’s cozy but sexy.

When you settle in the dining room your father is mulling about the kitchen and muttering to himself.

“Dad?” you ask, peeking inside. “What’s wrong?”

“I have to go to the office. Our biggest client in Australia is having issues with their e-mail and I can’t do what I need to do from here but I haven’t had dinner yet and I’m starving.”

Your heart starts to race at the thought of being alone with Bucky and your eyes grow wide.

Your fathers eyebrows draw together in concern. “Don’t worry sweetheart. I can just order something and pick it up on the way there. Hopefully I won’t be there all night.”

“Right,” you say quietly, glad he thought your expression was due to his dilemma. “Good luck.”

“Thanks and tell James I’m sorry I missed him.”

You nod with an audible swallow and pretend to busy yourself with getting ready to study.

Just as your father walks out you hear him greet someone and before you have a chance to catch your breath, Bucky is standing in the doorway.

He gives you a once over, his eyes lingering on every inch of your exposed skin before they stop on your face and he licks his lips.

“Your father just told me he has to go into the office…guess it’s just you and me tonight.”

You take a few steps backward, bracing yourself against one of the chairs.

“He might be back soon,” you whisper, your voice quivering.

“What’s the matter doll? Are you afraid I’m going to do what I promised?”

“I’m not afraid of anything.”

“No. You’re not,” he simpers as he crowds your space and settles his hands on your hips. “And I bet if I get my fingers between those gorgeous legs you’d be soaked right now.”

“Please,” you whimper, trembling when his hands slip under your shirt and smooth along your skin.

He grazes them just under your breasts, a soft tease, before he slides them down and traces the waistband of your shorts.

“The last two weeks have been torture. From the moment I saw you I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“What are you waiting for?” you ask with pant.

His eyes sparkle with predatory intent as he dips his fingers into your shorts and brushes one over the wet patch of your panties, the material sticking to your skin.

He grits his teeth with a sharp hiss and pushes the fabric to the side. His fingertip is just a ghost of a touch and you rock your hips into his hand, needing more.

He brings his face closer to yours, his soft beard brushing along your cheek as his warm breath caresses your lips.

Your eyes start to close and you tilt your head, hovering so close you can almost taste him.

“Is all this for me?” he asks as his finger easily slides through your folds. “Was this how you went to bed every night after we studied?”

“Yes,” you answer, unable to say more.

You grab onto his shoulders and dig your nails into his sweater.

“Did you fuck yourself with those pretty little fingers wishing they were mine?”

“Bucky,” you whine.

“Answer me,” he growls.

“Yes!”

He slowly circles your clit, using just enough pressure to make you arch into him. One of his thick fingers teases your entrance and you let out a lewd moan.

“Did it feel as good as this?” he asks when he buries his finger inside you.

“Fuck,” you cry out. “No, nothing feels this good.”

He trails wet kisses down your neck, stopping at your pulse point to lick and suck a dark mark on your skin.

“Please. I need more,” you beg.

When a second finger joins the first you mewl at the stretch, rocking into his hand.

Your body aches, squeezing his fingers as he grazes his lips across yours with a taunting kiss.

You bite his lower lip, drawing another growl from him until he’s devouring and tasting every inch of your mouth. Your fingers scrape along the nape of his neck and dive into his hair.

With his free hand he grabs under your thigh, lifting your leg and opening you up wider, his fingers pushing deeper.

He pulls away to watch you, his eyes like fire before he removes his fingers and falls to his knees. Your shorts meet the floor before he slowly drags your panties down your legs, savoring every second.

You’re desperate for more of his touch, his fingers, his mouth, and as if he senses it he smiles as he looks up from between your legs.

“Do you like seeing me on my knees doll?”

He moves his face closer with a soft inhale, his beard brushing along the delicate skin of your inner thigh before he dips his tongue into you with a satisfied hum.

“You taste like you do.”

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Why Wait?

Pairing: DBF!Bucky Barnes x plus size!reader

Summary: You've known Bucky for years, but the dynamic between you had begun to shift since you'd graduated college. He suddenly found himself struggling to act normal around you and you decided to make it your mission to find out why.

Warnings: Age gap (legal), reader is approximately 25, Bucky is approximately 39. Cursing. SMUT. Unprotected sex (P in V), oral (M receiving, F receiving), praise kink. Use of pet names (doll, sweets, baby). A little Dom/Sub vibes.

"Oh for goodness sake, Peggy. It's a two week vacation, not a six month excursion," your dad exclaimed in mock exasperation as your mom dragged two giant suitcases to the top of the stairs.

"You could at least help me, Steven," she grumbled in return.

"You know I will," he said with a laugh as he climbed the stairs and took both suitcases from her.

Your mother looked pointedly at you. "Marry a man who takes care of you without complaining."

You laughed. "Thanks for the advice mom. I'll be sure to let all the 25 year old dudes know that chivalry is important."

She rolled her eyes and descended the stairs quickly. She shot your dad an award-winning smile, which he returned with equal warmth.

"You sure you'll be okay by yourself, kiddo?" your dad asked.

"As you just reminded mom, it's only two weeks. I think I can handle that. I am, after all, a full-grown adult...mostly."

Your dad chuckled and shook his head. "I know you are. I just worry sometimes." He wrapped you in a big hug. "If you need anything, anything at all, Bucky's right next door."

"Yes, dad, I know. He's only lived there for like 10 years."

"Come on, sweetie, we're going to miss our flight if we don't get moving," your mom said gently.

You helped your parents get their luggage out to the car and packed in. You waved to them as they pulled out of the driveway, more than a little excited to have the house to yourself for a couple weeks.

It hadn't been your plan to move back home after college, but you didn't have much of a choice. You couldn't afford to live on your own right now, especially since your writing career hadn't exactly taken off yet. It did at least give you more time to dedicate to perfecting your craft.

You knew yourself though, so you knew there was no way you were going to spend the next two weeks holed up in your room, working on yet another chapter of a book you weren't sure you were going to finish. You had much more important things on your mind, like what the hell was going on with your neighbor, Bucky.

Your dad and Bucky became instant friends when Bucky had moved to the neighborhood when you were a freshman in high school. You would have to have been an idiot (or blind) to not think the man was deliciously sexy, but you also knew that he was way out of your reach, for so many different reasons.

Bucky and you also hit it off. He liked your humor and you pretty much thought he walked on water, although you hid it well. Bucky had taught you how to drive a manual, he'd taught you how to ride a motorcycle (which your mother hated), and he was always there when you needed him for anything. He'd been by your college apartment several times over the past 4 years to fix various things that the landlord just never got around to.

But things have been weird between the two of you ever since you'd graduated a few months ago. A lot had changed for you in the last couple years, but one constant had always been Bucky. For the first time since you'd known him, he seemed almost uncomfortable in your presence, and he actually seemed to be avoiding you as best as he could. You had to admit that you hated it, especially because you truly did count Bucky as a friend, despite the age difference.

Your parents being gone for the next two weeks gave you time to figure out what was going on with him. Had you done something to upset him? Did he finally decide that being friends with someone almost 15 years his junior was weird? Or were you just imagining the whole thing and over-thinking? If you asked your last three boyfriends, then yeah, option three was a real possibility.

You sighed and went back inside the house, mulling over exactly how you were going to dig into the mind of the most elusive man you'd ever met. He always seemed to be in a great mood, but then you'd walk in the room and he would shut down. You were used to his stunted ability to express his emotions, but this was a whole new level of emotionless.

The only thing working in your favor was that you knew him really well. It was a Saturday, and Bucky only did one of two things on Saturdays: hang out with your dad at your house, or hang out with your dad at his house. Which meant Bucky's evening was definitely completely free. Conveniently, yours was also completely free. So you concocted a plan to get Bucky to open up to you.

**********

At 5:30pm, you stood on Bucky's doorstep waiting for him to answer the door. When the door swung open, he looked genuinely surprised to see you on the other side of it.

You held up the items in your hands. "I brought pizza and beer." You walked past Bucky without another word.

"Um, (Y/N), whatcha doing?"

"It's Saturday night and I'm bored, so," you gestured to the pizza you'd just sat on his kitchen island. "I came bearing gifts."

He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it. "Why would you want to spend your Saturday night at home with your old-ass neighbor?"

"First of all, I happen to like spending time with my old-ass neighbor, and secondly, have you met people my age? I have zero desire to go to a club and flirt with guys I have zero interest in taking home."

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at your candidness. It was something he had always loved about you. "Fair enough. Although, I do feel some sort of away about you not correcting me when I said 'old'."

You grinned and handed him a beer, which he took gratefully. Lord knew he was gonna need a beer or two to make it through tonight. "For the record, you're not old, you just like to act like you are," you teased.

"Insulting me in my own home. Who on earth raised you?" he teased back.

"Wolves," you answered cheekily as you turned away from him in search of a glass.

Bucky inhaled sharply as he got a better look at your backside. You'd thrown on an over-sized t-shirt and leggings for comfort. You knew the leggings made your ass look amazing and the shirt hid all the little bumps and rolls you wanted to hide. You weren't ashamed of your body or your weight, but that didn't mean you wanted to dress up 24/7.

You were stretching up to reach a glass, which for some reason Bucky put on the freaking top shelf, when you heard his sharp inhale. You realized your shirt had lifted up when you'd reached, and exposed quite a bit of your legging-clad ass. You reached just a little farther, in part because you wanted to give him a little bit of a show, but also because you seriously could not reach this damn glass.

"Can I help you with something, doll?" Bucky asked from directly behind you.

You almost jumped out of your skin at his proximity. You tried to play it off so you didn't look like a weirdo. "I know you're tall, but do you really have to put your glasses on the top shelf? What if you have short guests?"

He chuckled. "I don't usually have guests. At least not ones who stay long enough to need a glass."

"Well, I hate drinking beer from a can," you pointed above your head, "so you think you can hand me a glass?"

Bucky reached up above you and pulled a glass out of the cabinet with ease, eyes never leaving yours. It felt strangely intimate, this moment, but as soon as the glass was in your hand, he was on the other side of the island, moving so quickly it was like he couldn't get away from you fast enough.

You poured your beer into the glass and reached for a slice of pizza. "Wanna watch a movie?" you asked casually.

"Yeah, that'd be good. As long as you don't pick something awful."

You laughed as you followed him to the living room, pizza box in hand. "If you promise not to pick a cheesy 1950s movie, then I'll let you choose."

"The 1950s movies are the best!" he insisted.

"Okay, old man," you teased.

"Hey," he said as he tossed a blanket at you. "I thought I told you not to call me old."

"When the shoe fits..."

He groaned and plopped down on the couch next to you, leaving a good foot of space between the two of you. He grabbed the remote, flipped on the TV, and started scrolling through different movies to stream.

"Anything look interesting, doll?"

Bucky had called you 'doll' for as long as you could remember, but it hadn't felt so...intimate...until recently. You couldn't deny that you loved the sound of it on his lips. "Hmm...just pick something funny."

"So you want a rom-com?" he teased lightly.

"I did not say that, Barnes. I said funny. Like comedy."

"Well too bad," he said as he selected what definitely looked like a rom-com, "I'm all about the romantic comedies."

You groaned.

"What? It's literally got the word 'comedy' in it."

You laughed. "Alright, alright. I'll watch it without complaining, but if it sucks, I'm absolutely gonna judge you."

"Rightfully so."

The two of you settled in, blanket covering you both, enjoying the relaxation of the moment, as well as the pizza and alcohol that was now flowing through your system.

As the movie played, you found yourself not paying much attention, focusing instead on the man next to you. His body language, his posture, the way his hair had little flecks of gray near his temples. He clearly hadn't shaved in a couple days and he was sporting a very sexy beard that you couldn't help but appreciate.

It wasn't until you'd reached adulthood that you actually began to truly fantasize about your dad's best friend. You were legal, which meant a relationship with him was legal, or at the very least a sexual one would be permissible. You'd never said anything, never tried to pursue it, and only flirted jokingly with him like you did with most people you met.

You'd seen the kind of women that Bucky would date over the years, so you were very familiar with his type. You swore they were models, every single one of them, but none of them lasted for more than a month or two. You and your parents were the most consistent thing in his life and you'd often wondered why that was. He was such a good person, but he was so entirely alone. It almost broke your heart.

"I can feel you staring at me," he said lightly.

"Shit, sorry!" you blushed as you looked away.

"It's okay. I got something on my face or what?"

You laughed. "No, I was just lost in thought. Your face happened to be in the way of my gaze."

He chuckled. "How rude of my face."

You elbowed him lightly. "You're a dork."

"Hi pot, this is kettle," he said with a raised eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up and watch the movie," you said in a teasing tone.

Bucky grinned and turned his attention back to the movie. You forced your eyes to look back at the screen, but by this point you had no idea what was happening in this movie. Hell, you weren't even sure who the main characters were.

About 10 minutes passed before your attention was once again broken by the sound of Bucky's voice. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." You turned your body towards him slightly so he knew you were paying attention.

"Why aren't you seeing anybody?" he asked softly, eyes still glued to the screen.

"You mean, like dating?"

He nodded.

"Well, um...I guess I haven't met anyone worth being with yet."

He nodded again. "But you had several boyfriends in college, as I recall."

"Yeah, but none of them would have ever amounted to anything long term."

"Hmm," he hummed. "It just seems like you deserve better."

"What do you mean? I don't mind being alone."

"A girl like you deserves to be loved, really truly loved. Adored. Worshiped." His voice sounded distant, as if he wasn't even fully aware of what he was saying.

You were surprised by his words, unsure how to respond. A mere 'thank you' didn't really seem right, but it was all you could muster.

The conversation ended again, and you could have left it there...but you'd come here with a purpose, so you just couldn't stop yourself from asking, "Why aren't you seeing anybody?"

Bucky looked at you in surprise, as if he had no idea why you would ask him such a question.

"You asked me, so it's only fair..." you began.

"Right, yeah." He paused. "Um...I met someone who never fails to make me smile, make me laugh, make me feel like I'm a freaking teenager again. But I can't be with her, so I choose to be alone instead."

"Why? That sounds terrible."

He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "It's not great, honestly, but it's better for her, and that's what matters."

"But if you want to be with her, why aren't you?"

"We can't, okay?" his tone was firm, final.

You slid to a different, but related, subject, "So what's with the parade of women then?"

"Parade of women?" he asked in surprise, eyebrows lifting as he regarded you.

"Come on, Barnes. You've got random hotties popping into your house regularly and you're always bringing some new model to parties and family gatherings."

He groaned, unsure if he actually wanted to answer your question. "You're one of the smartest people I've ever met, (Y/N/N), so why do you think I have them around?"

You shrugged. "Gotta get laid somehow."

He cracked up laughing at that. "Jesus, sometimes I forget how blunt you can be."

You grinned. "Never ask me a question you don't want the answer to."

"Shit. Apparently." He shook his head, eyes going back to the movie.

You watched the movie in silence for a few minutes before Bucky asked you another question. "So what do you do?"

His voice was so low, you weren't even sure you'd heard him correctly. "What do you mean?" you asked.

"You know...to satisfy your...needs."

"Oh," you said in a voice that was definitely a solid octave above normal. You cleared your throat before continuing your response. "Clubs and bars are the best places to pick up semi-drunk men with low standards," you said casually.

His head whipped around to you so fast you thought for sure he'd have whiplash. "I'm sorry, what?"

You shrugged. "Look, guys my age are assholes. It's a known fact. They're often worse when they're drunk, but they're horny as hell, so sometimes they're willing to compromise on their regular standards just so they can get laid. Mind you, it's never good sex, but every once in a while you get at least one orgasm."

Bucky's jaw dropped slightly. "I'm going to circle back to the bad sex, no orgasm part, but I need you to clarify this shit about 'low standards'. Are you saying guys have to lower their standards for you?"

You blushed, eyes not quite meeting his. "I mean, yeah. Sometimes. Most guys aren't exactly into 'big girls', ya know?"

"Hold up right there," he snapped. "Don't give me that shit. There's not a damn thing wrong with you or your body. You're fucking perfect and anyone who doesn't see that is fucking garbage."

Your eyes widened at the intensity of his tone. "I--"

"Those guys are boys, (Y/N), not men. They'll never treat you the way you should be treated," he said, cutting you off. "Don't even realize they've got a damn goddess in their midst," he mumbled, almost as an afterthought.

Your brain was operating at about 10,000 miles an hour. Bucky had just said a whole bunch of shit that you needed a moment to process. All of it was complimentary of you, some of it intensely so. Your only question was, what the hell did it mean?

You both went back to "watching" the movie as if that conversation hadn't just happened. You were still processing what he'd said, and Bucky was kicking himself for opening up his damn mouth.

The current scene transitioned to a very romantic moment, which quickly turned into a literal sex scene. You suddenly felt acutely aware of your proximity to Bucky, and you focused all your energy on breathing like a normal person.

Bucky's fist clenched under the blanket and his breathing sped up slightly. He wasn't at all turned on by the actual movie, but rather by his own imagination. He was imagining that the girl on the screen was you...and the man was him.

You felt the change in Bucky's body almost immediately. His shoulders tensed, his breathing changed, and he didn't move a single muscle. If it weren't for the rapid rise and fall of his chest, you'd think he was a statue.

You swallowed thickly, eyes now glued to Bucky's profile. You couldn't tear your eyes away, no matter how badly you wanted to.

Bucky could feel your gaze burning into him and it only made him want you more. He could feel his resolve slipping, and he knew if he looked at you, it would be game over.

"Why have you been distant lately, Bucky?" you asked quietly.

Your question surprised him. "What?"

"You've been acting strangely ever since I moved back home. I wanna know why."

You could practically hear the gears turning in his brain as he struggled to come up with a lie, some good reason for his behavior. "I've just been busy, doll. That's all."

You scoffed. "That's bullshit, James Barnes, and you know it."

An odd sound left his throat at your words. A sound you could only describe as a deep, low growl. "Don't say my name like that," he hissed.

"What, James?"

His eyes locked on you and if you didn't know him, you'd be terrified. He looked menacing, predatory. "Don't."

"Why not, James?" you murmured.

He gripped the blanket in both of his fists and you heard the gears of his metal hand whirring faster than normal. "You're treading in dangerous waters, (Y/N)."

His voice was lower than normal, deeper. You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. "Then tell me the truth. Why have you been acting weird, James?"

The moment his name left your lips, he practically pounced on you, pushing you flat against the sofa, his large body caging yours in place. "Because I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop myself from doing this," he whispered before attaching his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

You were surprised by the kiss, but that quickly faded into desire. You kissed him back with equal passion and slid your hands up to grip the hair at the base of his neck.

He moaned against your lips when you gave the hair a little tug. You gasped slightly when his metal hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you against him. The parting of your lips gave him just enough space to slide his tongue into your mouth, immediately asserting his dominance over you.

It wasn't until he felt a burning sensation in his lungs that he pulled away from you. You both gulped down deep breaths of oxygen, grateful lungs filling up to capacity.

Bucky looked down at you, pretty (y/e/c) eyes wide, lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. It was an exceptionally sexy image, one he wanted to commit to memory.

Suddenly, your phone rang, breaking the spell that hung in the room. You recognized the ringtone immediately; it was the one you had set for your dad. Unfortunately, Bucky recognized it too, eyes going wide with the realization of what had just happened. He jumped off of you as if you were literally on fire and he stood at the far side of the room, as far away as he could get from you without leaving the room completely.

You reached over to the coffee table and grabbed your phone, sitting up slowly as you answered it. "Hey, dad."

"Hey, kiddo! Just wanted to let you know that your mom and I made it to the hotel safely!"

"That's good. Did you guys have a good flight?"

"Yeah, no issues at all. Peggy--I--I'm sure she can hear you," your dad pulled the phone away from his head and you heard your mom's voice in the background.

"Hi, mom," you said with a chuckle.

"Hi, baby! We miss you already."

"No you don't," you teased. "You're at a resort in the Keys. I'm sure you're just fine without me."

"She's totally right," you heard your dad say in the background.

You heard what sounded like a smack and your mom grumbled something at your dad that you didn't catch.

They both yelled "I love you!" before ending the call.

You sat your phone down, and continued to stare at the wall, afraid to look in Bucky's direction. You could see him pacing out of the corner of your eye, and you slowly built up the courage to raise your gaze to him. "Buck--"

"Don't," he snapped, hand coming up to silence you. "We shouldn't--I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

You stood up and started to move towards him. "You didn't do anything that I didn't want you to."

He moved farther away from you, his back touching the wall. "It's wrong, (Y/N)."

"Why? Because society frowns upon age gaps? Or because of your relationship with my dad?"

"Both," he said softly, "But mostly the latter."

"I don't care about either one, for what it's worth," you whispered.

Bucky finally met your eyes. "Doll, we can't. Your dad will kill me."

You shrugged. "He'll have to go through me."

His eyes widened. "You don't mean that."

"The hell I don't. I happen to like you, Bucky, a lot more than I should. I'll be damned if I let anyone tell me that I can't."

You could see the war waging inside of him. The do or do not...walk away or give in. You couldn't tell what he was going to choose, but you needed to know more than anything.

"Why me?" he whispered.

"What?"

"Why me? Why would you want me?"

You scoffed lightly. "I could ask you the same question."

He leveled a hard gaze at you. "Did you forget what I said earlier? You're perfection, a freaking goddess. Why wouldn't I want you?"

You bit your lip, his response sending a wave of desire straight to your core. "I don't actually have a smart ass response to that," you said lightly.

"Good, because I meant it. Every word." He took a step towards you. "Now, answer my question, (Y/N). Why me?"

You took a deep breath. "Because you're...well you're you. You're funny, sweet, annoying as hell. You're there for me when I need you, like a shelter in a storm. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. So...yeah," you finished lamely, having realized you may have said too much.

Bucky stared at you in silence for a few moments, words completely failing him. He had no idea that you felt that way about him, and fuck if it didn't change things for him. "You remember that girl I mentioned earlier? The one that I can't be with?"

You nodded, not entirely sure where he was going with this.

"I didn't realize it until a couple months ago; I suddenly found myself unable to be in her presence without feeling like I was drowning. Like my emotions were going to overtake me and I'd have no control over my actions. I was terrified of hurting her, of making the wrong move, of ruining the only good things I have going in my life...so, I pulled away. I distanced myself as much as humanly possible. I couldn't be near her without wanting her, but avoiding her only made it worse."

You knew he was talking about you, you could feel it in your bones, but you couldn't get your mouth to say the words. Thankfully, he did it for you.

"It's you, (Y/N/N). You're the one I can't get out of my head."

"Then how could I walk away?"

He looked at you in confusion.

"Knowing all of that, knowing exactly how you feel...how could I walk away from you? From this?" you asked quietly.

"Doll..."

You took a step towards him, then another, then another, until you could place your hand against his chest. "Please don't make me walk away," you whispered.

He looked down at you and he realized he couldn't let you go now. It was too late. Any semblance of control left him as he gazed into your eyes. After all, if you felt the same way, then why shouldn't you be together?

He pulled you against him, lips pressing down on yours softer than before. He placed his right hand against your cheek as he deepened the kiss. He wanted to take his time with you, to treat you the way you deserved to be treated, but he was 100% certain that he wouldn't have enough self-control for that.

You pulled away from him. "As much as I would love to make out with you in your living room for three hours, I don't think I have the patience to wait. I want you now."

He groaned. "I wanna worship you, doll," he whispered.

"We'll have time for that later." You palmed the bulge in his jeans and he hissed sharply. "I don't think you have the patience to wait either, James."

"Fuck," he groaned. He grabbed your thighs, pulling you up so your legs were wrapped around him. The ease with which he carried you to his room would have shocked you if you weren't so turned on by it. It was the first time in your adult life that your partner was able to manhandle you and you loved it.

He tossed you onto his bed and quickly began to remove his clothes. You followed suit, eyes never leaving his insanely sculpted body. You felt the insecurity about your own soft curves start to creep in, but the hungry way he looked at you was enough to dispel those instantly.

"Wait," he said as he climbed onto the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers. "I wanna take those off."

You gave him a smile and simply nodded, allowing Bucky to remove your bra and underwear with a slow sensuality that almost had you begging for more.

He moaned sinfully as he took in your entirely naked form. "Shit, doll. How the hell did you get to be so perfect?" His tone was reverent and it had you dripping.

"Bucky," you moaned softly. "Touch me. Please."

He licked his lips. "Patience, doll. You've gotta learn your place." He stood back up. "You see, when we're in the bedroom, I'm in charge. Anywhere else, I'll be your servant, but here? Here, you're mine."

You moaned and arched your back at his words. You had no idea that you'd be so turned on by the idea of being so completely dominated.

"You like that, don't you?"

You bit your lip and nodded.

"I wanna hear you say it, pretty girl."

"I like it," you murmured.

He groaned as he palmed himself through his boxers. "You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?"

You whined loudly, clearly wanting to please him in any way you could. "Please, Bucky."

He grinned at you, eyes sparkling with need. He slipped his boxers off and you gasped as his cock sprung free.

"Holy shit," you said in awe.

He laughed lightly as he crawled back onto the bed, lips melting against yours. When he pulled back he whispered for you to move over.

You moved over and he collapsed beside you, laying on his back. You licked your lips as you eyed his cock, simultaneously wanting to feel it inside you and worrying about whether or not it would even fit.

As if Bucky could sense your trepidation, he touched your face and turned your gaze to his. "Don't worry, doll, I promise you'll be ready for me when the time comes."

You nodded, not entirely sure if you believed him.

He chuckled. "Trust me, baby, I've got you." He settled into place, pushing some of the pillows out of the way so his head laid flat against the bed. "Come on up, sweets. Wanna taste you."

"Huh?"

"Sit on my face."

"I'm sorry, you want me to what?"

He raised his eyebrows. "I want you to smother me with those thick thighs as I eat that pretty pussy until you can't stand it anymore."

You gasped loudly, his words sending an electric shockwave of need directly to your already dripping pussy. "I--I've never done that before," you whispered.

"First time for everything, sweets. Come here, I've got you."

You let him guide you as you climbed onto him, thighs on either side of his head. You hovered over him, unsure of how low you should go or how much pressure you should put on him.

He gave your butt a light swat. "Sit, doll."

"I am," you insisted.

"No," he dug his hands into your hips and pulled you down on top of him. "Fuck yes," he groaned as he licked into your pussy.

You gasped at the feeling of instant pleasure. You had never had a man eat you out the way Bucky Barnes was currently feasting on you. The sounds he made were sinful, but neither of you cared. Your moans were loud and your pleas did not fall on deaf ears. Every time you begged him for something, he provided it immediately. It didn't take him long to figure out exactly what you liked, something most of your previous partners never discovered.

"Bucky," you gasped, fingers digging into his hair as he pressed his face as far into you as he could. His lips and tongue were everything you never knew you needed. It was heaven, it was bliss, it was earth-shattering pleasure. It took him less than five minutes to have you coming apart on his mouth, body spasming as you orgasmed, soft whimpers of pleasure coming from your throat.

To your surprise, Bucky didn't stop when your orgasm subsided. He kept going, his grip on you tightening when you tried to escape. "Bucky, what--"

The pleasure began to build back up and you felt your body give into him completely. Bucky's moans reverberated deep inside you, letting you know exactly how much he was enjoying this.

You'd never felt anything like this before. The tightening in your abdomen, the shaking of your legs, the incredible pleasure you were feeling...it all culminated in another intense orgasm, only mere minutes after the first.

When you struggled against his grip this time, Bucky released you, allowing you to essentially fall onto the bed beside him. Your legs were weak and you were completely out of breath, despite the fact that he was the one who had done all the work.

Bucky licked his lips and shot you a heavy glance. "Anyone ever tell you that you taste incredible?"

You laughed lightly. "Can't say that anyone has."

He grinned and flipped himself so he was on top of you. "Well I'm more than happy to be the ultimate authority on that because no one but me is ever gonna be tasting this sweet pussy again, got it?"

Your eyes widened and you nodded.

"Come on, doll, I know you're still learning the rules, but I need to hear you say it."

"No one else, Bucky."

He groaned and rutted his hips down against yours. "You wanna know why, baby? Because you're mine," he growled.

"Yours, Buck. Only yours," you murmured.

He kissed you, your taste still lingering on his lips and tongue. You couldn't care less as you slid your tongue into his mouth and grabbed onto his shoulders to pull him down to you.

You both moaned as his cock brushed against your still soaking pussy. You realized that he would probably want you to return the favor, so you reached down to stroke his cock, surprised by the girth and length.

"Roll over, Bucky. Let me taste you."

He groaned into your neck before pulling away from you. "As much as I would love that, I don't think I can wait, doll. I need to feel that sweet little pussy wrapped around me."

Your eyes widened and concern covered his face.

"Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "If you don't want to, we can wait. It's okay."

"No, it's not that...It’s just--I've never," you paused to take a deep breath. "I've never had anyone that big before."

He chuckled. "You worried about it fitting?"

You nodded.

"It'll fit, baby, trust me. I'll go slow, okay? I don't wanna hurt you."

You trusted him completely, so you nodded your head. "I want you, Bucky," you whispered.

He groaned and gripped his cock in his right hand. He gave it a couple strokes before lining it up with your entrance. Almost belatedly, he realized something important. "Shit! Condom."

"IUD," you countered quickly.

"Oh thank god," he groaned as he started to push into you.

You gasped, mouth in the shape of an 'O' as he slid more and more of his cock inside of you, stretching you in a way that you'd never been stretched before.

"Shit, doll. You're so tight," he mumbled.

You clung to his arms, the only part of him you could reach. You couldn't say anything, the mix of the pain and the pleasure almost unbearable.

"You okay, sweets?" he whispered.

You nodded. "Keep going."

He leaned down to kiss you softly before pushing the rest of the way in. When he bottomed out, you both moaned, the feeling so incredible you needed a moment to just breathe.

Bucky gave you several moments to adjust before he began to move. The moment he did, your body arched up to meet his, gasps of pleasure leaving your mouth.

"You feel so good, doll. So warm and tight," he groaned.

"Faster, Buck--please," you gasped.

"You got it, doll." He sped up his thrusts, letting your moans guide his speed. The louder you moaned, the faster he thrust.

Each thrust was incredibly pleasurable, but what drove you wild was the way he spoke to you. He whispered soft words of praise against your skin, telling you how incredible you felt, how beautiful you were, how fucking perfect you were for him.

"You like it when I tell you how good you feel, huh, doll? You want me to tell you how sexy I think you are?"

You moaned, too far gone for any words.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. This pussy was fucking made for me. Takin' me so good. You're my good girl, aren't you?"

You nodded, gasping when he changed his angle.

He moaned loudly, feeling your pussy flutter around him. "There it is, sweets. Fuck--squeezing me so tight. Can feel how close you are."

Every single thrust hit your g-spot, a spot you hadn’t been sure actually existed before this. You could barely breathe, let alone think; the pleasure was simply too great. You dug your nails into his back as you cried out, orgasm tearing through you like wildfire.

"That's it, baby. Cover my cock. Feels so good."

Bucky's movements didn't falter, he kept thrusting into you, desperate to feel you release again before he let himself cum.

When you finally regained the ability to speak, your words were barely coherent. "Buck--too much."

"Just one more, doll. Give me one more."

"I--I can't--Oh, fuck--" you moaned loudly when his gentle fingers found your clit.

"You sure about that, doll?"

You continued to moan, but you didn't answer his question. He felt a little bolder now, a little more comfortable with you, so he slowed his motion. "Want me to stop, sweets?"

"Don't stop!" you cried out.

He grinned and quickly sped back up. "That's what I thought."

It took less than a minute for your fourth orgasm of the night to come crashing down on you. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through your body, each spasm squeezing his cock so tightly he almost came undone.

He started to chase his own release, wanting to make sure you were thoroughly satiated first. "Fuck, baby--so good for me. Gonna fill you up, get you nice and full."

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered. "Wanna feel you."

"Yeah? You want me to cum inside that pretty pussy, huh?"

You nodded rapidly. "Please--I need it."

There was something about the needy tone of your voice that sent him over the edge. He came with a cry of your name, thrusts faltering as he spilled inside you, only pulling out when he was completely empty.

Bucky collapsed beside you, trying to catch his breath as he watched you come down from your own bliss.

After a few minutes of laying there, you were able to find words. "That was--fuck," you murmured.

He laughed and you joined in. "My sentiments exactly," he whispered, rolling towards you to plant a kiss to your temple.

"Am I supposed to be able to move?"

He grinned ear to ear. "Not if it was good."

"Think I'll be able to feel my legs by tomorrow?"

He laughed again. "You'll feel 'em, doll...but you might be walking funny."

"That's a new one," you said softly.

"I promise it won't be the last time," he said gently.

You turned your head to face him with a smile. "I sincerely hope not. I don't think I can live without your cock now. Or your mouth for that matter."

He laughed. "What about me?"

"Well...I suppose you're okay too," you teased.

He rolled over and tugged you into his chest. "Just okay? I'll show you just okay," he said lightly as he peppered kisses all over you.

"Bucky!" you laughed as you squirmed. "Stop--stop--I take it back!"

He grinned and kissed your lips softly. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn't quite place. "I adore you, (Y/N). Just thought you should know."

You smiled at him and touched his face gently. "Me too, Buck."

He turned his head to kiss your palm before falling against the pillows again. "So I think we take a nice hot shower before crashing. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."

"This would be a great time to make a joke about you being old, but I'm too tired for that," you joked lightly.

He grinned. "I just fucked you senseless, doll. You really wanna be cracking jokes about my age?"

"Touché."

He kissed the top of your head before pulling himself out of the bed. "Gonna start the shower. Make sure it's nice and hot."

When he came back, you looked up at him sheepishly. "I, umm--I don't think I can stand."

He grinned ear to ear. "You have no idea how much pride that makes me feel."

You laughed. "Maybe if you just help me up--"

Bucky cut you off by scooping you out of the bed and carrying you to the shower. You should have known he wouldn't let you try to walk.

He stepped into the shower and gently set you down on the bench at the edge of his massive shower. Thank god for the damn bench, you thought to yourself.

Bucky quickly washed himself before coming over to you and beginning to wash you. He moved slowly, gently, almost reverently, making sure every single inch of your skin was clean. When he decided you were thoroughly bathed, he turned off the water and carried you out of the shower, setting you on the marble countertop to dry you off.

When you were dry, he carried you back to his bed and gently laid you down beneath the covers. "Do you want pajamas? Mine will be too big for you, but I'm happy to give you some."

"Maybe just a shirt?"

"You go it, doll." He walked to the dresser, pulled out a t-shirt, and brought it over to you.

You threw it on quickly, surprised at how big it was on you. The guy was literally over 6 feet tall and nothing but muscle, but still. When you looked up at him, you were surprised to find him staring at you. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

"Sorry, sweets. You just look so hot in my shirt."

You laughed. "Thanks, Buck." You patted the bed beside you. "Come to bed."

Bucky quickly turned off all the lights and slipped into the bed with you. "I, umm--I sleep naked. Is that okay?"

You turned to look at him, mock disgust on your face. "So gross. I'm horrified," you teased.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I just wanted to make sure."

"I had your dick inside me like 30 minutes ago, Bucky. I think I can handle sleeping beside your naked body."

He felt his dick twitch slightly at your words, but he did his best to ignore it. Plenty of time for that later. He rolled towards you and kissed you softly. "Goodnight, beautiful."

You smiled warmly. "Goodnight, Bucky."

**********

You stirred when a ray of sunlight slipped through the curtains and into your eyes. You could tell by the shade of the ray that it was still early in the morning. You rolled over and were surprised to find Bucky still sound asleep beside you. You knew he was an early riser, so he was very likely to wake up soon.

As you laid there watching him, an idea popped into your head. You weren't sure if it was something you should do, but the more you thought about it, the more irresistible the thought became.

Lucky for you, Bucky was a hot sleeper. He'd thrown off all but a sheet sometime during the night. He was laying on his back, breathing even, eyes shut tightly.

You moved slowly, careful not to disturb him. You sat up and slowly peeled back the sheet. Much to your surprise, his cock was already half hard. You smirked, feeling like the gods had smiled down on you.

You were very gentle as you took his cock into your hands and slowly began to stroke it. He stirred slightly, clearly feeling something even if his brain couldn't place it.

As his cock began to harden more, you slipped it into your mouth, sucking slowly, letting soft moans of pleasure slip from your lips.

Bucky really began to wake up then, but he was still in a daze. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he knew it felt good.

You continued sucking as his cock grew to its full size. In moments he was rock hard and his hips were moving against your mouth of their own accord.

Bucky's eyes fluttered open and he slowly looked around the room. When he looked down, his breath caught in his chest at what he saw: your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock, bright (y/e/c) eyes locked onto his face.

You moaned softly, as if to acknowledge the fact that he was now fully awake. Your moan pulled one from deep in his own throat.

"Fuck, doll--feels so good," he moaned. "I'm so close, baby. Keep going."

You were surprised by his words, thinking it would take longer to work him to orgasm. But you didn't stop, in fact, you sped up slightly.

"Oh, god--" his hands tangled in your hair and his hips bucked up slightly. "Just like that."

You focused more of your efforts on the tip, using your hands to stroke the rest.

"That's it, baby--oh, fuck--" Bucky's body tensed and he came with a loud groan, filling up your mouth with his seed.

You swallowed every drop, mouth not leaving his cock until he pulled you gently up towards him. He kissed you softly before rolling you over so you were under him.

"Good morning," he whispered.

You grinned. "Good morning."

"You're gonna have to sleep over every night if that's how you're gonna wake me up."

You licked your lips. "I wouldn't complain."

He groaned. "You're gonna be the death of me, doll."

"Is that cuz you're old?" you teased.

He looked at you in surprise, but his eyes started to darken. "You sure you wanna go there, sweets?"

You stood your ground, knowing you were going to be rewarded for it. "It must be because you're old, or you wouldn't--"

Your words were cut off by his fiery kiss. He barely gave you time to register what was happening before his head was in between your legs and you were crying out in pleasure.

You knew you were in for one hell of a morning...but you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Honey Girl.

Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5.1k

Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).

Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/

An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.

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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.

"Babe! Babe! Babe!"

"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"

You can guess. In fact, you already have.

Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.

You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.

You wish people would shut up about it.

The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.

You fall into the latter.

You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.

You're not sure you ever want it to happen.

The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.

Not everyone shares the same sentiment.

"Babe, you still there?"

Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"

You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.

"Sure. I'll see you in ten."

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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."

You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.

"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.

The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.

"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"

She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.

"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."

As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."

"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.

"Like fucking magic."

You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.

"Magic?" you prompt.

"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"

She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.

"So, what's his name? What's he like?"

"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"

"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.

"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."

You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.

"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"

"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."

You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.

"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"

"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."

Jackpot. She's read you like a book.

"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"

"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"

"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"

You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.

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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.

"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."

"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."

Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.

"Hi, Mama."

"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."

She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.

"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."

"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."

She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.

"You've poured four, Mama."

"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."

"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."

"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"

She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.

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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.

Your Dad's best friend.

They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.

He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.

Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.

She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.

It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.

A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.

Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.

Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.

Might as well make the most of the freedom.

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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.

"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.

"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.

"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.

"I brought your favourite, Lori."

"So did I," you echo, laughing.

"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"

"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."

"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.

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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.

The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.

"Lacie got Tethered."

"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.

"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.

"Tell me about it."

"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."

"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."

"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."

"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."

"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."

"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."

"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."

"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.

And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.

"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.

"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."

You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.

"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."

You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.

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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.

"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.

"You got big late night plans?" you tease.

"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."

Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.

"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"

"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."

"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.

You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.

"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.

"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"

They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.

"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.

"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.

"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.

"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.

"Maybe?" he smirks.

"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."

"Like hell you will," he grumbles.

You quirk a brow in confusion.

"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."

You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.

"Why don't we go somewhere?"

"Where?" you ask tentatively.

"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"

You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

"I fucking love the beach."

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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.

The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.

The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.

A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.

"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."

He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.

"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."

Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.

"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."

"And what is this?"

"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."

You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.

"Me too," he whispers.

You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.

"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."

You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.

"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"

He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.

"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."

"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.

"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.

You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.

"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."

You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.

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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.

"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"

"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."

He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.

"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.

"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."

"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."

You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.

"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."

"You're the best, sugar."

You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.

"Nope. You?"

"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"

The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?

"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."

"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.

Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.

"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"

You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.

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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."

He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.

"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.

"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.

Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.

"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."

You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.

"Woah, easy. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.

He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.

And then, it happens.

Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.

Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.

Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.

After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.

You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.

He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.

You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.

He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.

"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.

A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.

"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."

Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.

You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.

You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.

Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.

You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.

A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.

"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."

"My soulmate," you whisper.

The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.

Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.

"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.

He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.

"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."

"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.

"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."

You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.

You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.

"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.

He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.

"My honey girl."

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[fandoms-writings]

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x college!reader

Word Count: over 3K

Summary: You were hoping to sneak away after being at your fathers for a summer party, but Bucky has other ideas. 

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging, p in v sex, Bucky is a menace in this okay?

Part 1 || Bucky Masterlist || Masterpost

The sound of the party going on outside grew muffled as you shut the window to your old room. 

Taking a deep breath, you sighed and let your shoulders drop into a slouch before you kicked off your heels, humming to yourself once your feet were finally flat on the floor again. 

"Your bedroom is adorable." 

You spun on your heel with a gasp, spotting Bucky in the doorway, eyeing your old room as he walked toward you and suddenly you wished you could hide all of the posters on the walls and the stuffed animals on the window seat. 

Your father had invited the two of you to one of his summer parties, offering you to stay with him for the weekend since you don't see him much anymore. You'd come up for a break from putting on a charade in front of your father - acting like you didn't let his best friend rail you in the back of a car just a couple weeks ago. 

You didn't expect Bucky to follow you.

"What are you doing up here?" 

"I wanted a minute alone with you," He said, stepping toward you, "And I think I'm owed my prize." 

The bet. He was playing poker with your dad and their friends and you'd made a bet with him. You'd texted him that if he won, he won you. And though there was a growing pool of slick in your panties from him just standing there, you couldn't do that here - you had to be smart about whatever this was. 

You couldn't let your dad catch you.

You took a breath to steady yourself as he began to crowd you. The woodsy pine and bergamot of his cologne took over your senses, making you think of that night in his car with your back against the door. The same scents had filled the car, drowning you in him as he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. 

His hands reached out, brushing up the skin of your arms until they rested over your collar bones. You did your best to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch so easily, the way your core clenched around nothing at just the feel of his hands on your neck. 

God you were addicted. 

"Think about where we are," You said, shifting your weight, waving your hand to the window where, if either of you were to step any closer, everyone - including your father - in the backyard would see you.

"And?" He asked, sliding his hands from your neck down to your hips, gripping your sides and trying to pull you closer. 

You did your best to hold your ground, planting your feet firmly under you. He sat on the edge of the bed when he realized you weren't giving in and looked up at you, confused. 

"Bucky," You tried to pry his hands off your hips, though all he did was tighten his hold, "Bucky we can't."

"Why not?" He tugged you again, a little rougher this time, making your feet stumble towards him as you caught yourself on his shoulders. 

"Because it's wrong," You whispered. You could feel your resolve slipping through your fingers like water. If you didn't stop this now, you weren't going to be able to later. It wasn't that you didn't want to, you just didn't want to get caught.  

He nosed at the side of your neck, under your jaw before his breath fanned against you, "That's what makes it so much better." 

You did your best to ignore the flame his teasing ignited in your core, weakly pushing his shoulders. "But not here." 

"It's okay," He said into your skin, pulling you to sit over his thigh as he pushed it up to rub against your covered clit. "I already locked the door." 

"What if they come looking for you?" You asked, biting the edge of your lip to keep the whine from escaping your throat as he rolled your hips over his thigh, the fabric of your dress sprawled over you both like a blanket. 

"I told them I was headed to bed," He said, "Remember? I'm spending the night here, too." 

How could you forget? When your father had told you about the arrangement, your brain had short circuited right there in the kitchen and it was a miracle you were able to come across as normal in your acknowledgement. You knew the two of you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself, and you'd hoped that Bucky had gotten a hotel so maybe you could sneak off.

"What if he comes looking for me?" You asked, your voice thin as you whined at the pressure his thigh was giving you. 

"He won't," His teeth grazed against your collar bone as he rocked your hips over his denim covered thigh, his hands moving down to hold the backs of your legs before they moved up under the fabric of your dress, his fingers digging into your ass before they tugged on the fabric of your panties. 

"Let me have these," He muttered into your neck before pulling back to look at you. 

"We shouldn't," You weakly argued and the look in his eyes was the only warning you got. 

It was a blur when he suddenly stood, flipping you around to land on your back on the bed. 

"You made a bet with me," He spoke into your calf as he planted kisses along your leg before he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, "I take bets very seriously." 

He helped you sit up so he could reach around the back of your dress to unzip it, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to the ground. He froze at the sight of you, eyes scanning over your body as he took in the matching red lingerie set that hugged you perfectly. Bucky lightly ran his hand over you, up your leg, your stomach, your chest - up to the front of your neck where he tightened his grip just under your jaw, soaking your panties even more. 

"Who were you wearing this for, hm?" He asked, lightly pushing you back down.

You wore it for him, and he knew it, he just wanted to hear you say it. But you wanted to know what would happen if you could make him a little jealous. Rile him up a little bit. "That's none of your business, Bucky." 

"It is now," He shucked off his button up shirt before undoing his belt, tossing them both to the ground before he kneeled on the bed at your feet, pushing your knees open. "Tell me." 

You swallowed at the commanding tone in his voice and you couldn't help but be glad he hadn't rid you of your panties yet so he couldn't see you clenching around nothing. You kept your lips sealed as you stared up at him through your lashes, knowing he wasn't going to let the topic go. 

"C'mon, honey," He drawled, his voice sweetening to get what he wanted from you. You let out a deep breath as you held your ground, watching the sweetness turn sickly in his eyes as he smirked at you. 

"Not gonna tell?" He asked, knowing his answer as he reached forward and gripped your thighs. "You sure about that?" 

You tipped your nose up at him, doing your best to ignore the warmth from his hands on your skin as he moved up your hips and grabbed the edges of your panties before pulling them down. He shoved your knees further apart as he got down, laying on his stomach in the little room that was left of the twin mattress. 

"Last chance, sweetheart," His husky voice sends a shiver through you as he breathes over your folds. "Or you don't get to cum. Which is a shame cause you look so good when you do." You narrowed your eyes at him, brows scrunching at his smirk. 

"You wouldn't." He didn't respond, he just continued to stare, waiting for an answer to his question. You held his gaze, testing him - daring him to follow through with it. 

Without warning, his tongue swiped out at your clit before flattening and running slow over your folds, pulling a gasp from you as you wiggled in his hold. Closing his lips around your bundle of nerves, he groaned into you, the vibrations sending a jolt through your body, a moan bubbling up through your chest that you had to bite your lips to hold in. 

"You want to test that theory?" He asked, eyeing you from his spot between your legs. You took a deep breath through your nose and pursed your lips, keeping your silence and he smirked before diving back in. 

A whine pushed past your lips as you tried to keep it together, his tongue working through your folds as if he was a starved man. The feeling of his fingers pushing through your entrance had you groaning as you threw your head back. 

It wasn't long before he had you at the edge, trying to grind down against his face or get his fingers deeper to push you over when he pulled his mouth off and removed his fingers. 

You huffed, pulling your head up and glaring at him. 

"Are you ready to tell me who you wore this for? Hm?" he asked, reaching up to tug on the bra that matched your discarded panties, trailing your arousal along your skin as he slid his hand back down your side. 

You thought about it for a second. Sure, you could tell him and get the orgasm your body was craving now, or you could hold out a little longer, making that orgasm feel ten times better once you finally got it. So, you tipped your chin up, staring at him down the slope of your nose and he smirked. 

"Have it your way," He muttered, "Let's see how long you last." 

~

"Fuck, Bucky please," You writhed under him, his arms holding your hips down so you couldn't get follow him as he pulled his mouth away again. You still hadn't told him what he wanted, and this was the fifth time he'd edged you, bringing you so close only to back up and watch as the frustration grew in your eyes. 

"Answer the question, honey," He licked a stripe up your slit, "and I'll give you whatever you want." 

"Fine," You huffed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I wore it for you okay? I just thought we'd be able to sneak off somewhere not in the house." 

He smirked up at you again, "Well that's just too bad isn't it?" He asked, "We didn't make it very far." 

"I don't care, just please let me cum," You almost sobbed. You were fighting back frustrated tears and he cooed at you, reaching up to cup your cheek and pull on your bottom lip with his thumb. 

"Tell me what you want," He ordered, holding incredibly still as he waited. 

"Fuck me," You said probably too quickly but you didn't care, "Please, Bucky." 

He crawled his way up your body and your hands shot out to his belt, undoing it and working the zipper as fast as you could. He chuckled into your neck before helping you out, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one motion before settling in between your legs, the underside of his cock resting against your slick folds. 

"Ah, fuck," He sighed as he leaned back, gathering your slick and covering his shaft in it before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed forward, sliding in with ease considering how worked up you were. He shuddered before grabbing your hips, pulling them up and sliding his knees under, propping you up and making his cock brush against that spongy spot.

He started rocking slowly, chuckling at your soft whine, your hands reaching for him, to try and pull him closer, to get him to go faster, something. But he caught your hands, holding them together with his left against your stomach, pushing against the slight bulge as he thrusted deep, earning a sharp gasp from you that ended in a moan. 

The sound of the back door opening cut off your moan and your eyes shot open, your head lifting off the bed.

"Bucky, wait," You choked out, trying not to let a moan slip as he kept thrusting into you, "We can't get cau - " His free hand reached forward, planting his hand over your mouth. 

"We won't," He growled down at you and you couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach the rumble of his voice caused. "As long as you stay quiet." 

He moved his fingers to prod at your lips, "Open." He demanded and you couldn't stop your jaw from moving on its own, letting his middle and ring finger push in, resting on your tongue and flooding your taste buds with your own arousal. 

You whined around his fingers as he rocked his hips into yours. He was listening to the laughter from downstairs, the clinking of glasses and beer bottles opening as he watched you. You were breathing deep through your nose, trying to hold yourself together as he still refused to stop his hips. 

"God," he whispered, "you feel so fucking good." 

After slowly dragging himself almost all the way out, he slammed into you, pressing his fingers down on your tongue as you choked back a moan. When he realized there was no squeak to your bed, he smirked down at you. That was the only warning you got before he set a brutal pace, leaning over you as his hips slammed into yours. 

You moaned around his fingers again, holding back as much as you could as he kept hitting that spot over and over. 

"Fuck, you take me so well. You were made for me, weren't you?" He asked and you nodded, humming around his fingers as he smirked down at you. He let your hands go, pushing your legs towards your chest without stopping his hips movements, the new angle making your eyes roll back. 

"Don't you dare cum yet," He growled down at you as he pressed on your tongue again. "Not until I say so." 

You did your best to nod, mumbling around his fingers as your hands reached under you to grab his thighs, raking your nails across what skin you could reach. 

"Oh look at you," He grunted, "Always so pretty when you're stuffed, aren't you?" 

All you could do was nod dumbly back, the only thing on your mind being fighting that orgasm until he gave you permission. You entirely missed the back door opening and closing again, followed by the silence downstairs and the voices outside. 

The party had moved back outside. 

You missed it, but Bucky didn't. 

Once he was sure there wasn't anyone downstairs, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, moving them to circle your clit. 

"Go on sweetheart," He moaned, "Let me hear you." 

You shook your head as you bit your lip. He chuckled at you, "Don't worry, everyone's outside." He applied more pressure with his circling fingers, "But it's only a matter of time before they come back in, so let me hear you. Cum for me, sweetheart." 

The tension in your belly snapped and your cunt clenched around him pulling a groan from his chest as he watched you throw your head back with a shout. 

"There you go," He continued with his brutal pace and you could've sworn you could feel him in your chest, each thrust forcing the air out of your lungs before you got a chance to take a breath. 

"Give me one more," He let your legs go, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. With the angle change and the heavy hand he pressed onto your stomach, you felt yourself tumbling towards the edge again. "C'mon, give me another one." 

You shook your head, "I can't - oh fuck - "

"Yes you can, you can take it, c'mon," He grunted out, "Be a good girl and give me another one." 

Your orgasm washed over you again, white flooding your vision as your body tensed under his. One of his hands covered your mouth just in time, your scream vibrating against his palm. He slammed into you just a few more times, reveling in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him before he pulled out, finishing over your stomach. 

Your legs were like jello when he finally moved them back down to the bed before he got up and started searching the floor. He eventually showed up next to you again, gently brushing a hand across your face. 

"What do you want me to use to clean you up?" He asked, his voice soft as he caressed your skin. 

You pointed to where your towels would be and it was only a matter of seconds before he was back wiping his mess off you. He pulled the blanket out from under you, placing it over your sweat slicked body and getting dressed again. 

"I'll see you in the morning," He whispered, throwing a wink your way. 

You wanted to reach out, to grab his hand and ask him to stay. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were. 

You couldn't do that, not in your fathers house. So, as much as you hated watching him walk out your door, you didn't stop him. You listened to his footsteps as he retreated down the hall to the guest room, the door shutting, and the guest bathroom shower turning on. 

You turned over in bed, ignoring the dull ache in between your legs and the want in your chest, the want to follow him. The need to have his hands on you again even though he just left. 

You wrapped your arms around one of your pillows, pulling it to your chest as you buried your face in your sheets, trying to drown yourself in his smell before it went away. 

Your dads muffled laughter from outside made your heart sink. 

What were you going to do? 

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Him or him to steal you away for a summer getaway?

Ahh! Can I have both? They can each take me at different times.

No? How about a snippet of DBF!Bucky?

Goes Around - Sneak Peek

Pairing: DBF/BFD!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: None, besides Bucky. Future fic.

A/N: I can't promise when the follow up for What Goes Around will be finished and the part below is not beta read yet, so this could change within the full fic. 💙

The gentle breeze from the nearby water touched your skin as you stood on the beach, the sand warm and welcoming beneath your bare feet. The ebb and flow of the ocean waves beckoned for you to take a relaxing swim, but you didn't move any closer. Rooted to the spot, your gaze drifted to the shoreline where Bucky stood.

He was waiting for you.

All you had to do was take the next step.

Sensing your hesitation, he walked toward you instead. You weren't sure whether to focus on his chest, his shirt stretched impossibly tight across it and his broad shoulders, or his eyes as blue as the body of water behind him. He was so self-assured and gorgeous for it. He didn't bother trying to hide his desire as he moved closer. No one would be around to witness it anyway.

Private beach and all.

Bucky's frame blocked out some of the sun as he stopped in front of you, but it didn't take the warmth away. The desire previously written all over his face faded as he invaded your space, his grip gentle as he held your jaw. You could've broken free of it if you wanted to, but you didn't.

Not when he began to wipe your tears away.

Why am I crying?

"Do you want me to take you back?" he asked, his voice calm and even. "Just say the word and I will."

That hit you harder than you expected. Would Bucky give up on you so easily if you asked? After he kissed and took you like he owned you? Or was he a man trying to prove he would respect your wishes? That he would put your needs first?

"What if I asked you to kiss me instead?"

Bucky moved his hand to the back of your neck, slow enough that you could stop him or pull away. The blue of his eyes nearly blinded you as he leaned in, your own slipping shut and knowing what was about to come as your heart raced.

But his lips didn't touch yours yet.

"Ask me," he whispered.

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God, I'm CRAVING DBF!Bucky or Steve or Ari... if you have recs please send 'em my way!!!

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