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| A Door Away |

Minors DNI 18+

2 weeks. It’s been 2 weeks of biological warfare in the sense of your heat. When he met up with you in the hall, Bucky knew with just with a glance just how fucked he was, and he needed it badly

✧Pairing✧ Alpha!MilitaryVet!Bucky x Omega!Fem!Reader

✧Warnings✧ Alpha!Bucky, Pining, Fluff, Buck being a cutie, Wet dreams, Oral (M), Rut, Heat, A/B/O Themes, Dirty Talk, Petnames [Omega, Pretty Girl, Baby, Princess], Dirty talk, Confessions - Any other warnings let me know

✧Word Count✧ 3.7k

✧Events✧ Hot Bucky Summer | WEEK 2 | “What should I call you? | Master, Alpha, Pet | @buckybarnesevents

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James Bucky Barnes was aloof. He kept to himself most of the time, rarely speaking beyond a hello or a soft ‘how are you?’ You had to admit that there was something about the man that intrigued you. Was it his cold gaze that seemed to melt whenever he looked at you, those rippling arms and toned body you’d caught a glimpse of through your peephole one warm day. Or maybe it was the sweet gentle nature he hid behind those layers of hardened emotions. You can always remember the first time you met your neighbour face to face. He held a basket in his hand filled to the brim with household items that you could easily have forgotten with a big move.

“Oh hi” you chirped when you noticed that you’d been taking in the man for a little too long. His scent captivates you, keeping you glued to your doormat. A rich vanilla permeating your nostrils, it was one of the nicest scents you’d encountered around your time with alphas.

He cleared his throat, the tip of his nose and ears darkening to a deep pink.

“My sister…I mentioned to her I had a new neighbour and she made this…for you” his voice dropped off at the end of the sentence, his deep blue eyes unable to hold your own for more than a minute. He was peculiar for an Alpha, most of them reeked of arrogance, treating their subordinates like gum on the sole of their shoe. But here he was, a basket stretched out to you and his eyes pinned to his shoes.

You’d been staring again.

A few months into living in the new apartment, everything was finally settled and you were settling into your little home just great. Bucky helped an awful lot which surprised you beyond belief. When your AC broke and your landlord wouldn’t pick up your calls James knocked on your door, tools in hand. He had it fixed in under an hour.

The same with your shower, sink and that time you bought a bigger bed, determined you could do it yourself only to knock on James’ door with your tail tucked between your legs.

After an offer of his favourite dish and beer, he found it hard to keep the ‘annoyed’ scowl on his face. You were just too cute looking up at him like that, with wide puppy dog eyes, looking so defeated. His animal brain lived for the domestic life you two had accidentally created.

“Today was nice Buck” You turned in his embrace to lean into his side a little more, your legs tucked under you and your face inches away from his. The swans in the water splashed around, courting each other with their pretty dances.

“I’m glad you liked it” he let his hand, the metal one that he’d lost while serving, cup your cheek, the plates clicking softly as he soothed his thumb over the bone.

His eyes dropped to the perfect bow of your lips, how close they were to his. It would take only a slight movement to connect them, swallowing your soft sounds.

“You don’t gotta stare,” you teased. He lurched forward, capturing your lips in a tight embrace, his tongue pressing against your mouth looking for entry which you gladly granted.

There was no fight for dominance in the kiss, your tongues dancing instead. His lungs stung with lack of oxygen but he didn't want to pull away, he couldn’t, your soft floral scent mixing with the dewy air keeping him trapped. When it became too much you parted, his lip captured by your teeth.

There was something so primal in your eyes, a longing that had him twitching inside his jeans in anticipation.

“James” his name came out of your mouth as a breathy whimper, almost like it was excruciating to say his name. The air around you both changed into something humid, biting at him, rearing its erogenous head.

He didn’t even notice the way your hand had drifted down, his breath catching in his throat as you rubbed your palm over him.

“Need you James” you whispered so sweetly in his ear, leaving soft kisses down his neck, completely missing his scent gland. The rhythmic clanks of his belt sounded in his ears and you pulled back with a victorious sound.

You looked like an angel as you pulled him from his briefs, pumping his length until precum beaded at the tip. Your eyes never left his as you sunk, your tongue rolling out to taste him.

You were so close he could feel your hot breath against his tip, your pink muscle drawing ever closer—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Bucky’s eyes shot open. His chest heaving against his mattress euphoria, evidence of his actions that he’d just imagined soaked his underwear and sheets.

But the dream was more than just a run-of-the-mill thing. It only meant one thing for Bucky. His rut.

To say you were growing concerned for James was an understatement. For over two weeks now you hadn't seen him, hadn’t heard a thing from him at all. It was like he just vanished. It was when he didn’t show up for your weekly meal together that it reached its boiling point.

You couldn’t even eat the food you prepared as you sat, staring blankly at the spot James would usually sit, letting you drag on and on about your day with a soft smile or a little comment here and there. Your heart always fluttered when he did that, even if it was just a small hum it sent butterflies flapping about aimlessly in your stomach.

You went to bed in a sour mood, hangry and entirely terrified for your friend.

You tossed and turned in dreamless slumber, any slight sound shocking you awake, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t force yourself into deeper rest.

The clock on your bedside table read 3am when you heard a bang in the hallway, a curse following it. You slipped out from under the covers and grabbed the first thing that came into your hand, your dad’s baseball bat he gave to you for good luck—and for a scenario just like this one.

You crept silently down your hall to the front door, avoiding each creaky floorboard that Bucky promised to fix sometime last week. Peaking through the peephole you found the very man that had made your life a living pain for the past few weeks.

You swung your door open quickly, meeting the wild eyes of James, anger bubbling in your chest fighting with the concern you also felt. The concern won by a slim margin.

“James” you whispered, inspecting his body with your eyes. His hair was a tousled mess, and his pale blue shirt was wrinkled. Still the same man and with no sign of injury, except the pained expression across his face.

“Bucky. Call me Bucky” he forced a smile but he couldn’t hide the low rumblings of a growl in his broad chest. His brain short-circuited at the way your sweet voice sounded. It brought him right back into his bed and into that dream. He couldn’t deal with that and he sure as hell wouldn’t force you to either. He wasn’t that kind of alpha.

Then your nose picked up on something in the air around you, that vanilla smell that Bucky had, it swirled with something much more fruity, something suggestive that had your omega brain wrestling with your logical human side.

His rut.

That’s where he was.

His voice rasped as he spoke, lying dormant for too long but your mind was far too occupied with more nefarious thoughts. You couldn’t help but imagine him, legs spread wide on a couch, his naked chest blushed pink, his mouth agape as strangled moans, growls, any sound of pleasure falling from him. His hips fucking up into his hand, or one of those silicone pussy’s you’d seen in porn.

Would he be thinking of you while he called out for his omega?

“Hello?” You shook out of your trance, realising that you’d been staring at Bucky the whole time. You shot him an awkward smile, confusing him further.

“Bye.”

Slam. Your door shook on its hinges as you slid down the other end of it.

Bye? Why the fuck did you say that? You let your head fall backwards, sucking in some much-needed fresh air. Your thighs clenched, your hand wandering between your legs to your soaked panties. And that was only because of his smell.

Bucky was no better, the remains of his rut flaring up at the sight of you, in that tank and panties. You hadn’t anticipated anyone and opened the door in a panic, completely forgetting about your half-naked look. Bucky grunted, mumbling under his breath about how ridiculous he was being. He threw his keys into the bowl and stripped off his clothes, heading straight for the shower. If he left it any longer he didn’t want to think of the ways he’d ruin your tiny body.

His cock throbbed at the notion. God he hated his brain sometimes.

You shot out of bed in a panic at the first twinge. It couldn’t be happening, you hadn’t had one in months. The second twinge had your legs like jelly, your hands slapping onto the nearest surface.

Oh, it was happening, and you had only a little time to prepare.

Throwing on a pair of sweats and quickly doing your teeth you frantically made your way to the car park to grab your car, almost speeding to the shop just so you could be at home in time.

You raided the store of all its protein products and energy drinks. The bags almost burst at the seam as you carried them to the elevator. Your fingers ached and your body cried out. Come on it won’t be that much longer, you reassured that animalistic part of your brain.

Stepping out onto your floor you struggled down the carpeted hall, the bags feeling heavier and heavier. Thankfully Bucky would be at work, you didn’t have any chance of bumping into him.

You fished for your keys in your pocket, grasping them tightly before fumbling with them.

“Need a hand?” Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh yesss. A range of emotions crossed your brain at his deep voice, your logical brain cursing while your omega brain reeled.

Yes. you need a hand, let the alpha know what’s wrong. Your animal brain demanded.

Don’t be fucking stupid, he’s your neighbour and he doesn’t even like you. You’re wanting us to wriggle our ass in his face and beg to be bred, yeah I’m sure he wouldn’t call the cops.

It wasn’t unheard of for omegas to ask alphas for help during their heat, kind of like a friends-with-benefits scenario. But you’d be damned if you were asking Bucky for help. You could get a bit…passionate about sex and it doubled during your heat, you liked Bucky too much to let him bear witness to that, your mind plaguing you with thoughts of him hightailing it and running at the first sight of you.

You’d settle with your little knotted friend that rested neatly in your drawer.

After politely declining Bucky’s offer you for straight to work.

Night drew closer, your nest established on your floor, perfectly poised just the way you like it. Energy drinks and your trusty silicone dildo lay off to the side.

You took your time showering, doing your entire routine. Drying yourself off before lathering your body in lotion, you didn’t even bother to put on some clothing, instead settling yourself into the nest in a foetal position.

Your hips rolled into the air, soft whimpers falling from you at around 2am. Without hesitation you grabbed the rubber cock, squirting some lube on it and running it through your soaked slit. You pushed it in slowly until the knot pressed against your entrance, your pussy not quite ready yet but with the way your wetness rolled out of your body, it wouldn’t be too long.

Bucky could hear your whimpering from the next apartment, your scent wafting through his house and straight into his nostrils. His cock twitched at your soft sounds, your muffled pleading for an Alpha to fill you up.

His mind wandered, were you using your fingers to get off or one of those cocks he knew companies made to exploit little omega’s like you.

“Mmm fuck Alpha hurts so much need your pups”

God it was going to be a long night.

The longer you went on the worse Bucky got, his cock dribbling all over his tight briefs, his skin glistening with a layer of sweat. He sat on the side of his bed, his head leaning against the wall, listening to you please yourself.

2 weeks later your heat was showing no signs of subsiding. Your supplies from your first run had gone long ago and you had to ask your friend to grab you some more. You’d never felt a heat like this, usually they’d last a couple of days and that would be that but you were still riding your dildo a week later.

“Fuckfuckfuck…Alpha please so good” you slurred, a flurry of whimpers slipping out of your mouth as you rocked your hips back and forth, the head of the dildo brushing against your sweet spot. Your pussy gushing more slick around the plastic, smearing all over your thighs and onto the blankets of your nest.

It just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Your orgasms shook through you but you were left unsatisfied and riding the rubber cock desperately. Trying to seek that one good, back arching blissful climax that had you sinking into your sheets in exhaustion.

But it never came.

“Oh fuck Alpha gimme that fucking knot mmmm need your knot so bad, need you to breed me full” your moans mixed with the sloshing of your cunt, your lips stretching around the knot as it sunk into you repeatedly with a sloppy sound, your fingers frantically strumming your clit for anything. You could feel the coils in your stomach tighten almost painfully but no matter what you did they just wouldn’t snap.

“Fuckkkkk” You stopped your movements, sitting on the dildo and catching your breath. You were at a loss, you didn’t know what to do, if you didn’t cum you were going to drive yourself insane but no matter how hard you fucked yourself it just wouldn’t make anything happen.

You were so desperate, so fucking needy. You needed an Alpha.

The dildo fell out of you with a pop as you stood on shaky legs, each step towards your bedside cabinet sending pleasured shocks up your spine. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you reached the one you needed.

‘Bucky 🤭🩵’

For a second you hovered over the call button, unsure if you should do it. But need prevailed and the ringing brought you back to reality.

“Hello?”

You almost moaned pathetically down the phone at the sound of his voice, thick with sleep deprivation and so fucking husky.

“B-Bucky…” you hadn’t thought this far, your brain was so fogged with need that you didn’t even stop to think about how you’d ask him for help. Bucky’s voice at the end of the line was quick to respond. You didn’t need to tell him a thing he could hear just how much you struggled.

“I’ll be over in 5”

You could’ve cum on the spot, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you bit your lip and clenched your thighs. You looked around your room, a mess of blankets and pillows arranged in a circle on your floor and in the centre, your dildo. You sunk to the floor, no longer able to stand as the waves were just too much. The hardwood hurt your hands and knees as you crawled into the centre of your nest but you couldn’t care.

You were finally getting help and you couldn’t have been happier with who it was.

Your cheek smooshed against one of the pillows as you lay waiting, your hips grinding into the air subconsciously. You were so wrapped up in your trance that you failed to hear the front door opening or the soft knock on your bedroom door.

“Look at you pretty ‘mega” Bucky drawled from behind you, his slate blue eyes boring into your core. A fresh wave of slick trickled from you at the sight of him, his smell infecting the air in a way that had you gulping down oxygen like you were starved of it.

You watched as he slipped his shirt over his head, dog tags jingling before resting on his sternum, his metal hand drifting down to unbuckle his belt. You took him in like he was a cold glass of water on a boiling hot day. He was the magic medicine to your ailment.

He wasted no time in pushing his jeans and briefs to the floor, his thick cock slapping against washboard abs. He was so much bigger than the toy you relied on, your brain fought with itself, wondering if you could even take a cock that size.

You’d come this far.

“How’d you want it pretty girl? Want me to fuck you like you are just now, on your hands and knees presented to me like a little slut. Maybe you want me to flip you over and pound you, let you watch me as I hit every little inch of that hot ‘mega cunt” he spoke, words dripping with lust.

“I don’t care please Alpha” You slipped, pushing your ass back to him, waving it enticingly as more slick dripped from your folds. You needed it now, none of the teasing.

“Alpha?” He questioned with a teasing smirk, sinking to his knees behind you and flipping you with ease onto your back.

Fuck looked beautiful all fucked out, your face wet with frustrated tears, your pupils so dilated you could barely see the colour. Your chest heaving causing your tits to bounce and that sopping pussy, pathetically clenching around nothing, silently begging for him to fill you, make you full with him and only him.

“What should I call you?” You blinked up at him, blushing lightly despite the fact you lay spread wide for him. You’d never called someone Alpha before, it just fell from your mouth in bliss. Insecurity bubbled up at the thought of maybe Bucky not wanting to be your Alpha, even for just a short period.

Your worries were all squashed when he lined his fat head up with your core, sinking fully in a single thrust.

“Alpha’s fine baby, now lemme fuck that omega brain dumb alright. You don’t gotta think anymore, your alpha will do that for you.”

Dominance radiated off him. The kind that made you want to submit, roll your head back and present your neck for him to mark, letting him claim you.

He slid out slowly, letting you feel every inch, every vein of his length until just his head remained buried inside you before he thrust forward again, his tip kissing your cervix.

His thrusts picked up at the sound of your heavenly sounds, your body arching up to meet him, to be as close to him as possible.

“Ohh fuck ‘mega, that pussy ain’t been fucked good in a long time huh, she’s sucking me back in, such greedy little cunt…so fucking tight…that’s alright though, your alpha’s got you now, won’t let that pussy go unsatisfied again” Bucky fell to his elbows, his nose bumping yours as you shared each other's air. Your legs spread underneath him as his hips pushed your thighs open further.

You couldn’t think. he was everywhere. A hand in your hair, his hot breath fanning over your face and neck, his dick filling you up. You were ruined for any other Alpha you just knew.

Sobs bounced off the walls, sounds you’d never heard before falling from your mouth. Your hands clung to him, wrapping around his back, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.

Fuck you were so close, those coils tightening deep in your belly again, hot spikes of pleasure rolling up your spine, your cunt spewing your essence around him.

“Fuck ‘mega my fucking knots swelling already ohhh shit, my knot ain’t swelled this fast before” he laughed between guttural grunts, his teeth nipping your jawline.

“Mmmm Alpha” you heave, your pussy clenching him tightly.

“Gonna cum baby? Gonna squirt around my fucking knot yeah? Oh fuck oh shit come on sweet omega, cum on my fucking dick.”

Your world went white when the swollen base of his cock pushed into you, stretching you wide, your preen stuck in your throat as your body convulsed with such an intense orgasm. Bucky rammed his whole weight into you a few more times before following suit, dumping his huge load inside your ruined cunt.

You don’t know when he rolled you over, his arms wrapping around you, your leg hooked over his hip. Your soft whines were the only indication that you hadn’t passed out, along with the look of sheer unbridled joy melting over your features. The softness and domestic nature of it all grounded Bucky. He didn’t feel regret like he thought he would, or guilt that he’d corrupted you

He felt at home.

“You did so good for me, pretty girl, don’t know anyone that’s taken my dick so good. Such a pretty little ‘mega” he praised, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Love you alpha” You forced despite your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth.

“I love you too princess, now get some rest alright? I’ll be here when you get up, then I’ll make you feel nice and good again.”

Bucky’s warm embrace and strong scent lulled you to sleep. A deep satisfied slumber that you hadn’t felt for months, a smile on your face.

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wanna know a bucky trope that sends me spiralling? bucky filming you all drunk on his cock.

imagine your thighs all sticky with cum, the three orgasms bucky’s pulled from you painted across the soft flesh like paint on a canvas. bucky can’t stop tracing his throbbing pink tip over your filthy thighs; his own white seed mixes with yours and you whine at the sound.

“never get tired of this, doll.” bucky’s sultry tone washes over you, your mind scrambled with need. “seeing you all sticky, covered in our cum -fuck- i- i gotta film this, sweets, let me film you, huh?”

a desperate moan falls from your swollen lips when the super soldier pulls away from you, the warmth of his tip no longer pressed into your thighs. in want of your boyfriend, you reach out for him, but he’s already on the other side of the room.

“bucky…” your voice is high and needy, “bucky, baby, come back. i need you.”

his usual arrogant chuckle greets your ears, forcing your thighs closer together to ease the fresh wave of heat flooding your core. you know that laugh, it’s the one he makes whenever you’re drunk on his cock.

bucky crawls back on the bad, hovering over your sweat-sheen body, and brings his phone over your face.

“smile for me, doll.” he orders, the command drawing your brows together in pleasure. you look up at him through your lashes, lids half shut before you focus on the camera.

“there she is.” bucky hums when you grin, albeit tiredly, up at the lens. “tell me how many times i’ve made that sweet little pussy cum, baby. tell the camera.”

“three.” you whine. you watch bucky lower the camera to your dripping cunt as he speaks and start trying to close your legs.

bucky taps your thigh harshly, tutting. “come on, sweets, show your sarge what a mess i’ve made of you.”

his rough palm slides down to your knees and slowly pries them apart, a growl rippling from the base of his throat as you bare yourself to him in submission.

“good girl.”

you keen beneath the camera, pussy throbbing at the praise. a smirk tugs at bucky’s lips while you writhe under him, he knows he’ll enjoy watching that back when he’s on a mission with his hand wrapped around his length.

holding the phone in his vibranium hand, bucky reaches down to run a calloused finger through your glistening folds, the swollen petals quivering at his touch.

“aw, is my sweet princess all sensitive after all those orgasms? huh?”

you claw at his flesh hand, nodding so fast you make yourself even more dizzy than you already are.

“m’so sensitive, sarge, please- pl- oh my god.”

your eyes are rolling to the back of your head before you can finish your sentence as bucky slides a finger into your tight hole. he prays to god that the camera picked up on the squelch of yours and his cum when he pushes inside you.

“fuck, sweets, you’re so goddamn wet, gonna make me nut all over the sheets.” bucky moans, hips rutting against the soft cotton duvet while he works your sex.

sinful sounds echo across the room, bucky’s phone capturing every single thrust of his hand. he adds a second finger, earning a squeal of contest from you.

“no- bucky, i can’t, i cant, it’s too much, please, just one, please.”

your broken pleas do nothing to slow the grind of bucky’s hips against the bed, your whiny voice merely encouraging him to play with his cunt even more.

“yes you can, and you will. you’ve been so good for your sarge so far, haven’t you, princess? tell me how good you’ve been for me.”

you open your mouth to reply, suddenly interrupted by a third finger stretching the walls of your pussy. a gasp falls from your swollen lips and it morphs into a cry of intense pleasure.

“bucky!!!” you scream, accompanied by the sloppy noises of bucky’s palm slapping your wet clit.

“i’m waiting, sweets.”

releasing a small whine, you look down at your boyfriend to find his eyes already on yours.

“i’ve been so good, sarge. just wanted to be a good girl for you, give you all- fuck- all my cum, be your best girl, all drunk on my sarge’s cock and fingers a-and mouth, oh”

his fingers keep curling and hitting that one stop that’s making you see stars and you begin heaving your chest up and down, desperately searching for a breath that would satisfy your needs. bucky turns the camera to your face so he can look back on your writhing body.

“cock’s so hard for you, princess. you’re so fucking beautiful like this, gonna make you cream all over my fingers again and then stuff you full o’ me”

“please sarge, please- ugh- i’m gonna cum!”

“let go sweets, cover me in your sweet juices”

and then you cum and then he cums against the sheets and then he fucks you and the he eats you out and then you clean up his cock with your tongue and then he cleans you up with a cloth and then he runs you a bath and then he holds you till you fall asleep and then a week later on a mission bucky fucks his fist while watching the video and then he cums to it and then he cums to it again and then an hour later he cums to it again and then-

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Not Afraid to Love You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Summary: You’re an Avenger, a recent addition, extremely adept at all things computer technology. When a mission goes sideways, everything changes for you.

Warnings: Just a little bit of canon violence/death, angst, insecurity, body image issues, swearing, SMUT (18+). Oral (M & F receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

Author’s Note: This one hits a little closer to home, as all plus-size reader stories do for me. I don’t usually write my plus-size reader as shy, self-deprecating, or super self-conscious, but I know how hard it is to be truly vulnerable with someone. To let them in and see all of you, inside and out. I just want you to remember that you’re beautiful. Your body is beautiful. Your shape, size, height, skin color, etc. does not make you unworthy of love. You deserve to be loved deeply and passionately by someone who respects you and appreciates every part of you. I hope you enjoy this story and I love each and every one of you.

You’d joined the Avengers almost a year ago, and what a year it has been. You were what Steve called “a computer genius”, which wasn’t exactly true, but even you had to admit you were extremely good with technology. There wasn’t anything you couldn’t code and you hadn’t met a single thing you couldn’t hack into. It was a skill that was desperately needed by the team in this technological era.

You’d become fast friends with Natasha, spending a lot of your free time hanging out with her. Steve always felt more like a mentor to you than anything and you looked up to him. The rest of the team was always a lot of fun to be around and everyone had accepted you with open arms.

Then there was Bucky Barnes. He was different. To say you were a little intimidated by the man would be a massive understatement. He was infinitely more beautiful in person than you’d expected and sooo much larger. He towered over most people and his body was simply built for power. He was beautiful, and so far out of your league he was in another universe.

You didn’t look like the other girls on the team. You never had. You’d always been a little bigger. Thick thighs, bigger arms, large butt, large boobs, and a belly…which was definitely the thing you hated most. Everything else you could learn to work around, but not the belly. It was a sore spot for you even now. You weren’t shy, exactly, but you had a little bit of social awkwardness when you first met people, which you attributed to your self-consciousness. But around Bucky, it was a whole new level of awkward. You never knew what to say to him, so most of the time, you avoided him. You were never rude or anything, but you never sought out his company.

Bucky was always nice to you. When you’d first arrived on the compound, he’d been friendly and outgoing, but when you weren’t reciprocating, he backed off. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. He knew what it was like to be the new guy (or gal). He was still polite and friendly, always treating you with respect. When you had to work together on a mission, you were always on the other end of the comms, so you had no issue keeping your head on straight. The few times you’d been required to go into the field for something, he’d either been elsewhere or on a different team. You liked it that way. It was just easier.

This morning, you’d gotten a call from Nat saying you had a new mission. You got dressed and headed down to the conference room for the briefing. When you arrived, you were surprised to only see Natasha, Bucky, and Steve. “Where’s everyone else?” you asked.

Steve turned to look at you. “Hey, (Y/N). It’s actually just going to be us. It’s a small covert mission, so we need a small team.”

“Okay. Where are you guys headed?” you asked as you sat down at the table beside Natasha.

“Actually, we’re all going to London,” Steve replied.

“All? I’m going to?”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, you’re actually the most important piece of this mission.”

You shrugged. “Okay, lay it on me.”

Steve explained the situation. Essentially some guy in London had some information that the team desperately needed. He was planning something major (like blowing up half a city, major) and it was vital that they get the information about his plan before anything happened. Only problem? That information was on a secure server that could only be accessed from inside the server room itself. He had state of the art computer defense technology and attempting to hack into it from the outside would be useless.

“So you’re going to have to go into the building, access the server room, do whatever techy thing you do, and get back out,” Steve said.

“Sounds simple,” you replied. “What’s the catch.”

“The entire place is basically a fortress,” Natasha chimed in. “Guards, high-level security, and the building itself is a maze.”

“Oh. Yeah sounds great,” you said sarcastically.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna get you in,” Natasha said.

“By myself?” you asked worriedly.

“No way,” Steve cut in. “Bucky will be with you as your bodyguard.”

“Oh,” you squeaked out. Suddenly this mission sounded like an absolutely terrible horrible plan.

“I’ll be monitoring the security system from the outside,” Natasha said. “Steve will be out front making a distraction. That way you and Bucky can sneak in without being seen.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak.

“I’ll keep you safe, (Y/N),” Bucky said gently.

Just the sound of his voice made you weak in the knees. “Thank you, Bucky,” you said without looking at him. You turned your attention back to Steve. “When do we leave?”

“30 minutes. We don’t have time to waste.”

**********

30 minutes later and the four of you were loaded onto the Quinjet and on your way to London. You and Natasha were up front and Steve and Bucky sat in the rear.

“You know, this isn’t exactly how I’d planned on visiting London for the first time,” you said lightly.

Natasha laughed. “This is your first time?”

“Yeah.”

“Girl, it’s beautiful. Unfortunately, we won’t have time for sightseeing on this trip, but I promise you and I will take a vacation here. I’ll show you around.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Nat. Sounds like fun.”

“So you feeling good about everything? You ready?”

You shrugged. “As ready as I’m going to be for now.”

She smiled. “You’ve got this (Y/N/N).”

“Thanks.”

***********

When the four of you landed in London, you immediately headed to a hotel. The plan was to go over the details of the mission and prepare to execute it that night.

You and Natasha shared a room, and Bucky and Steve had the room across the hall. The four of you gathered in your room to start planning. Steve laid out the plan again and Natasha pulled up the blueprints for the building. You’d studied them on the plane, so you were already familiar with the layout. You knew exactly where you needed to go to get to the server room.

As night began to fall, your nerves began to rise. You knew you could do what needed to be done, but you weren’t sure if you could focus with Bucky being right there with you. You decided you would just have to pretend he was someone else. If you didn’t look at him, you could easily pretend he was Steve.

When it came time to head out, the four of you split up. Natasha and Steve took a vehicle they had rented, while you and Bucky took a cab to about a block away from the building. It was a silent cab ride. You were nervous, and being in such close proximity to Bucky made it 1,000 times harder. Bucky, on the other hand, could tell you were uncomfortable and he assumed he was the cause, so he stayed quiet, leaving you to your thoughts.

When the cab dropped you off, you did your best to get into mission-mode. “This way,” you said, pointing to the left.

Bucky followed you, half a step behind you the entire way. You stopped once the building was in your sites. You both put your ear pieces in and did a quick comms check. Steve and Natasha responded that they could hear you. It was go time.

You didn’t know exactly what Steve’s plan was for a distraction, but he implemented it quickly. Within moments, Natasha’s voice came over the comms telling you and Bucky to go. As you neared the side entrance to the building, you saw a guard rushing towards the front and away from you.

“Apparently, Steve’s plan worked,” you mumbled.

“They usually do,” Bucky whispered back. “Okay, let’s move.”

Bucky led the way through the side entrance in case there was anyone on the other side. The corridor was blissfully empty and the two of you made your way further inside the building. You pulled out the signal jammer you’d brought and switched it on. The guards would have no way of communicating with each other, but it also meant you couldn’t communicate with Natasha or Steve.

“Stairs on the right,” you whispered.

Bucky nodded and moved towards the stairwell. He guided you down two flights before coming to a stop on the landing beside the door you needed to go through.

You looked at him quizzically and he put a finger to his lips to silence you. As you watched him, you realized he was listening for any sounds on the other side of the doorway. Sounds you wouldn’t be able to hear with your normal human ears.

When he decided it was safe to go, he nodded his head and lead you out the door and into a dark hallway. You pointed to a door just down the hall on your left. You mouthed “That one” and Bucky nodded. You quickly made your way to the door, which was locked with a numeric keypad. You smiled and pulled out a small device from your pocket. You plugged it in to the underside of the keypad and let the device do its job. Within seconds, the door unlocked and the two of you went inside.

The lights flicked on automatically when you entered and you let out a little gasp. This was the biggest server room you’d ever seen. It had to span the entire floor…which definitely wasn’t on the blueprints.

Bucky looked around. “Do you know where to go?”

His voice brought you back to the moment and the reason you were here. “Oh, yeah. Umm…it’s just down here.” You started walking towards the row you needed, but stopped when you realized Bucky wasn’t following you. “You coming?”

He shook his head. “I’m going to guard the door. We don’t need any unwanted visitors.”

“Okay, I’ll be quick.” You hurried to the server row you were looking for and pulled your laptop out of your bag. It took you about 2 minutes to get into the system. Now, you just needed to find what you were looking for. 5 minutes passed. Then 10. Finally, you found the file folder you were looking for. You opened it up and smiled. “I love when bad guys are so organized,” you said to yourself. You copied the file onto your external flash drive and waited for it to upload. The file was massive, so you knew it was going to be a few minutes. “Almost done,” you called to Bucky.

“Sounds good,” he called back.

Thankfully, the file took less time to copy than you’d thought and you were able to remove the flash drive after a couple minutes. You tucked it carefully into your pocket before starting to erase any traces you may have left of your entry into the server.

You were so focused on what you were doing that you didn’t hear footsteps come up behind you. You didn’t realize someone was there until you felt something cold and hard press into your spine. You froze, fingers still on the keyboard.

“Don’t move,” an accented voice ordered.

You did what he said.

“Put the computer on the ground.”

You slowly placed the laptop on the ground, afraid to move too quickly.

The moment it touched the ground, the man began to stomp on it with his foot, busting keys and making irreparable damage to the machine.

The noise alerted Bucky. “Hey, (Y/N), you alright?” he called.

The man behind you, who by now you had realized was a guard, gave you a look that said “if you don’t lie, I’ll shoot you.” So lie you did. “Yeah. I’m fine,” you called.

There was a slight quiver in your voice that Bucky noticed immediately. He started to move towards where you were.

The guard gestured for you to walk ahead of him. The gun was still pressed firmly against your spine, so you complied. As you rounded the corner back into the main walkway, you saw Bucky moving towards you. His face relaxed when he saw you unharmed, but quickly changed when he saw the guard behind you.

Bucky’s gun was already in his right hand, but it was at his side. He didn’t dare move for fear of the guard shooting you. “Let her go,” Bucky demanded.

“Stop there,” the guard told you. You stopped immediately and the guard came up to stand beside you, placing his gun against your temple.

Bucky’s entire body screamed for him to do something, but he needed the element of surprise. It was the only way he could ensure you didn’t end up with a bullet in your head. Bucky’s eyes found yours and he could see the terror reflected in them. You were trembling and he could see how quickly your chest was rising and falling, indicating the rapid shallow breaths you were taking. “You’re okay, (Y/N/N). Everything’s going to be fine,” he said, making every attempt to sound reassuring.

“Don’t lie to the girl. My employer has strict rules about intruders. They are to be dealt with swiftly and with finality. In other words, I’m sorry, but I must kill you both.”

You whimpered and Bucky’s heart started racing. Seeing you terrified was bad enough, but that sound you’d just made? It ripped his heart into pieces.

“Put your gun on the ground and kick it towards me,” the guard demanded.

Bucky kept his eyes trained on you, trying to reassure you. He knew this was the moment he’d been waiting for. As he started to bend down, the guard’s focus shifted to the ground where he expected Bucky to place the gun. Instead, Bucky’s right arm snapped up and fired the gun in the blink of an eye. The bullet hit the guard directly in the forehead, killing him instantly.

As the guard fell to the ground, Bucky ran to you. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You didn’t respond. Your body was frozen in place, terror etched into your features. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. It was like your brain had short-circuited. You had never faced your own mortality like that and you’d really believed you’d been about to die.

Bucky knew you were scared, but he also knew you had to get out of there. “Doll, I need you to hear me, okay? Someone will have heard that gunshot. We need to go.”

Tears welled in your eyes and Bucky realized you were in shock. You couldn’t move. He looked at you with sadness in his soul and he whispered, “I’ve got you.” He scooped you up like you weighed nothing and rushed out of the room. He went out the same way you’d come in, carrying you up two flights of stairs with ease. When he got outside, he tried to call for Natasha or Steve, but he realized your signal jammer was still on. He dug into your pocket and pulled out the device. He switched it off and immediately Natasha’s voice came through his ear piece. “Bucky? (Y/N)? Can you guys hear me? The guards are coming to the server room. You need to get out of there!”

“Nat, it’s Bucky. We need a ride. Now.” Bucky started running in the direction of the rendezvous point. “(Y/N)? You still with me?”

You whispered, “Bucky,” in the most broken voice he’d ever heard. He pushed his emotions down and kept moving. He just needed to get you out of there and somewhere safe.

When he arrived at the rendezvous, Natasha and Steve were already waiting for him. Steve started to get out of the car when he saw Bucky carrying you, but Bucky yelled for him to get back in. He gently placed you in the back seat and slid in beside you. Natasha turned around, clearly worried about her friend, but Bucky yelled for her to drive.

They made it back to the hotel in record time. When Natasha parked the car, Bucky looked over at you. Your eyes were closed, but your breathing had begun to level out. “(Y/N/N)?” he asked tentatively.

“I’m okay,” you whispered.

Bucky nodded. “We’re at the hotel. Can you walk?”

You nodded.

By the time Steve and Natasha got out of the car, Bucky was already helping you out from your side of the vehicle. They exchanged worried glances as they watched Bucky steady you. You tried to take a step, but your legs were shaky and you almost fell. Bucky held you up and slipped his arm around you. “Just lean on me, okay? I’ve got you.”

You did as he suggested and the four of you made your way into the hotel. When you reached your room, Natasha unlocked the door and everyone followed her in. Bucky helped you to the couch and then sat right beside you, not willing to let you out of his sight for even a moment.

Natasha sat on the other side of you and Steve took the chair across. “What happened?” Steve asked gently.

Bucky started to explain what had happened in the server room, but you cut him off. Your voice sounded dazed, but your words were clear. “I was finishing up. I—I didn’t hear him. I just felt the gun at my back.”

“A guard,” Bucky said softly.

You nodded. “He smashed my laptop. That’s—that’s the noise you heard.”

Bucky nodded and Natasha reached over to take your hand.

“He told me to walk towards the center aisle,” you said, voice sounding stronger. “I couldn’t warn you. I—I didn’t—”

“Hey,” Bucky interrupted. “You were at gunpoint, doll. It’s okay.”

You kept talking as if he hadn’t spoken. “I saw you and I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.”

Natasha squeezed your hand and you took in a shaky breath. “I—It was—I…” you trailed off, unable to finish.

Bucky took over then, explaining how the guard had put his gun to your head, how Bucky had killed him, and then the two of you escaped. Bucky left out some of the details, simply saying you were in shock, so he carried you to get you out of there quickly.

The realization finally dawned on you that Bucky had saved your life. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?” he asked softly.

“For saving me.”

Natasha squeezed your hand again. “It’s his job, sweetie.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to thank me.”

You shook your head. “Thank you,” you insisted.

He offered you a small smile. “You’re welcome, (Y/N).”

“I’m sorry this happened to you, (Y/N/N),” Steve said softly. “But I’m glad you’re okay.”

You looked up at him and nodded. “Me too. Oh,” you reached into your pocket and pulled out the flash drive. “Everything we need is on there.”

Everyone, including Bucky, looked surprised. “You got it?” Bucky asked.

You nodded. “About 2 minutes before the guard found me.”

Steve picked up the flash drive. “You’re amazing, (Y/N). Truly. Thank you for doing this.”

Natasha patted your thigh. “You just saved a lot of lives, (Y/N/N).”

Steve nodded his agreement. “We’ll exploit this as soon as we get back home. He won’t know what hit him.”

You just nodded, unsure of what to say. Honestly, you were just really tired.

As always, Natasha seemed to read your mind, “Alright, (Y/N) needs her rest. Frankly, I think we all do. We leave at 0700 tomorrow, so go get some sleep.”

The two men stood up and said their goodnights. Bucky shot you one last lingering look before following his friend out the door.

“(Y/N/N)? Why don’t you take a shower? It’ll make you feel better.”

You looked up at your friend and nodded. “Okay.” You made your way to the bathroom and got into the shower. You stood under the hot spray and realized she was right. It did make you feel a little better.

When you finally came back out, Natasha had already gotten your bed all ready for you. “Get some sleep,” she said gently. “I’m gonna shower, but then I’ll be in the bed right next to you if you need me, okay?”

You nodded and murmured a soft “Thank you,” as you crawled into bed. The moment your head hit the pillow, exhaustion overtook you. You were asleep before Natasha was even in the shower.

**********

The next morning, Natasha’s gentle voice roused you from sleep. “Hey, time to get up. We’ve gotta get moving.”

Your eyes opened slowly and you sighed. “I’m awake.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Shockingly well. Apparently exhaustion kills nightmares.”

“That’s good.” She stood up. “Come on. Let’s get ready and packed up.”

You both made quick work of getting ready and packing up your small bags. You hadn’t brought much, so it was pretty simple. 20 minutes after you’d gotten out of bed, the two of you were knocking on Steve and Bucky’s door.

Steve opened the door with a warm smile. “Morning, ladies. We’re almost ready.” He gestured for you both to enter the room.

Bucky was shoving the last of his things into his bag when you walked in. He looked over at you, concerned eyes scanning your face. You gave him a small smile and it was enough to get him to relax a little. “Good morning, (Y/N).”

“Hey, Bucky.”

Natasha and Steve exchanged a glance, small smiles etched on their faces. This was a very new interaction for the two of you. “How is it that you’re the last one ready, Barnes?” Natasha teased. “We’ve got places to be.”

“Beauty like this requires rest, Nat,” he joked as he zipped his bag shut. “Besides, I’m ready.”

Nat rolled her eyes and walked out the door, Steve right behind her. You started to follow, but Bucky called out your name. “Yeah?” you asked as you turned around.

“Are you—how did you—I mean, um. You okay?”

“I’m alright, Buck. I promise.” You turned and headed out the door.

Bucky quickly followed, trying not to focus on the fact that you’d called him a nickname for the first time ever. Sure, “Bucky” was technically a nickname, but everyone called him that. This was different. At least, it was different to him.

**********

When you arrived back at the compound, you just wanted to curl up in your room and read. The rest of the team stopped by throughout the day to see how you were doing and to ask if you needed anything. It was actually really sweet. The only person who didn’t stop by was Bucky. It surprised you how badly you wanted one of those knocks on your door to be from him.

It was just past lunch time and you were curled up in your favorite chair in the corner of your room, nose buried in a book, your favorite place to be. You were in the middle of a really good part when there was a knock at your door. You groaned quietly, hating having to put the book down. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate your friends, you just really hated to be interrupted when you were reading. “It’s open,” you called.

The door opened slightly and the top of a brunette’s head popped in. “Is it okay if I come in?”

Bucky. You straightened yourself out a little and said, “Sure.”

Bucky came into the room fully and took a look around. All of the rooms looked similar, but you’d taken the time to really make yours home. You’d painted it a soothing color and the walls were lined with books and different things that made you smile. Pictures hung on the walls and geeky knick-knacks adorned the shelves that you were so proud of. Pillows and blankets were piled on your bed, making it the comfiest spot in the room. Just above your bed hung a massive painting of a colorful dragon. It was one of your prized possessions. It was also the thing that seemed to have grabbed Bucky’s attention.

“That is incredibly beautiful,” he commented.

You blushed. “Oh, thank you. I, umm, I made it.”

He turned to you in shock. “You made that?”

You nodded.

He took a step closer as if to inspect it better. He turned back to you and smiled warmly. “You’re incredibly talented.”

Your cheeks turned impossibly redder. “Thanks.”

He looked at the chair across from yours. It was the only seating in the room other than the bed and a small pouf that your feet were currently propped up on. “May I?”

“Of course.”

He took a seat and looked at you intently. His deep blue eyes were piercing and it made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. Like he could see straight through you.

“How are you, (Y/N/N)?” he asked, eyes softening.

“I’m okay, Bucky. Truly. It was a terrifying experience and I hated every minute of it, but I’m glad that we both came out on the other side.”

He nodded. “Me too. For the record, I was terrified too.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You were?”

“Of course I was. Fear is a normal reaction when faced with death. You just have to learn to overcome that fear and act.”

“Technically you weren’t faced with death, I was.”

“Somehow that was worse. It made me feel powerless.”

There was something about the way he said it that you made you pause. “Because it was your job to protect me?”

“No. Because I care about you and I didn’t want to watch you die.”

“Oh…” you swallowed thickly.

“This team is my family. I care about every single one of them and that includes you. I don’t want anything to happen to any of you.”

“Oh. Yeah. That makes sense. I feel the same way.” You’d thought…well for a moment, you’d thought he meant he cared about you…like cared.

Bucky nodded. “So I uhh, I actually have an idea.”

“Oh?”

“I think you should learn self-defense.”

You laughed, but stopped when you realized he was serious. “Oh, you’re not kidding. Well, Bucky no one has time to teach me self-defense. Everyone is busy doing their own training.”

“I could teach you.”

You felt your face turn bright red. “Umm…”

Bucky felt your discomfort and immediately backed off. “Or, I mean, I could umm…I could see if Natasha isn’t busy and can maybe teach you, ya know if you want—”

He’d started rambling and you realized you might have said the wrong thing. Sure, training with Bucky could be an absolutely terrible idea given how you felt about him, but something had changed in you. Facing your own mortality gave you a different outlook. It made you bolder, less afraid. “I want to learn and I want you to teach me,” you said, interrupting him.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times as he digested your words. “Okay, um. Awesome! Yeah. This will be fun.”

You smiled. “When do you wanna start?”

“Tomorrow morning?”

“Sure. Sounds like a plan.”

“Awesome,” Bucky said again. Clearly at a loss for words. He was surprised that you’d actually agreed to letting him train you. But he had to admit he was incredibly excited about it. “So I’ll…I’ll see you in the morning, then?”

“Yup. See you then.”

He got up and left your room, sending you a little wave on his way out. You sat in your chair, book completely forgotten. Your mind was focused on the conversation you’d just had and what you’d agreed to. You looked down at your body and felt uneasy. You weren’t athletic by anyone’s standards…and you certainly weren’t at Bucky’s level of skill and prowess. But you hated feeling weak. You hated feeling defenseless. And you were angry at yourself for freezing up the way you did. I mean, Bucky had to carry you for god’s sake…up 2 flights of stairs! It was absolutely mortifying. But what gave you pause was the fact that Bucky actually seemed excited to train you. So even though you were moderately terrified and absolutely embarrassed of your physical appearance and lack of abilities, you were also looking forward to the next morning.

**********

You met Bucky the next morning in the gym. He was waiting for you by the mats, already starting to stretch. The man literally looked like a Greek God brought to life and you suddenly felt the urge to run away. He was literally just wearing a t-shirt and shorts and you were about ready to pass out. You’d worn all black. Black leggings, black t-shirt. Black was safe. Hid the sweat and maybe some of the fat too.

Bucky looked up and saw you. He sent you a grin and waved you over. Your only thought was I am so totally fucked. You walked over to him and smiled, pretending you were totally chill. “Morning, Bucky.”

“Morning, (Y/N/N). You ready for this?”

“Mhm.” Even you didn’t think you sounded convincing.

He laughed. “It’s day one, doll. We’ll take it slow.”

Your blood started pounding in your ears. Doll. He called you doll. You had a sudden flashback to the night of the mission. He’d called you doll then too…you’d just been too focused on other things to notice. You’d never heard him call someone doll before and you had to admit you liked it. “Okay, I’m ready.”

He smiled. “We’re just gonna start by stretching. Warming up is really important so you’re not as sore tomorrow. We’ll stretch after too.”

You nodded and mimicked his stance. Every stretch he did, you followed suit. Once you were adequately warmed up, he started to show you the first step.

“I don’t want you to just learn how to defend yourself. I want you to learn how to fight and win. Sure, I would rather you be able to run away, but if you’re backed into a corner, you need to know you can get out of it.”

You nodded. “Teach me, sensi.”

He laughed heartily and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. “Sensi. I like that, but I think you can just call me Bucky.”

You smiled. “You’ve got it, Bucky.”

He chuckled and then got down to business. By the end of the session, you were tired and covered in sweat. Bucky, meanwhile, looked perfect. Bastard wasn’t even out of breath. “You did really well today, (Y/N/N).”

“You’re full of shit, but I appreciate it.”

“I’m serious. For having never fought before in your life, that was pretty good.”

“Thanks, Buck. I feel disgusting, so I’m gonna go take a shower. See you at breakfast?”

He nodded and watched you walk away, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. You’d called him “Buck” again and you joked around with him…which is something you’d never done before. He loved it. He had a feeling he was really going to enjoy these training sessions.

**********

After the first lesson, you were achy and sore as hell. But you still got up the next morning and trained with him again. You’d trained with Bucky every single morning for the past month and you were finally feeling like you could hold your own. You’d started wearing tank tops to fight in; realizing it was way too damn hot to wear sleeves. You’d switched to capris as well, but you weren’t quite ready to switch to shorts. No one wanted to see your dimpled thighs.

You’d had a really good session that morning and you were feeling pretty good about yourself. You were also getting to know Bucky better and you found yourself wanting to spend as much time with him as possible. You liked him. Really liked him. Not just because he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, but because he was Bucky.

When you crawled into bed that night, you expected to have a nice peaceful sleep. Just like you did most nights. You’d had a couple nightmares since the mission, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

Unfortunately for you, fate had different plans. You hadn’t been asleep very long when you were dropped into the middle of a dream. You were back in the server room. But this time, Bucky was the one with the gun to his head. You felt powerless…terrified. All the skills you had developed wouldn’t be able to save him. You weren’t faster than a speeding bullet. So you watched, helpless, as the guard pulled the trigger and Bucky slumped to the ground. You had just enough time to scream his name before the guard pointed his gun at you and pulled the trigger.

You woke up with a start, covered in sweat. Your hands were shaking and your heart was racing. You stumbled out of bed and into your bathroom to splash water on your face. “It was just a dream,” you said to yourself. “Just a dream.” You looked in the mirror and then closed your eyes. Flashes of the dream played on the backs of your eyelids. You opened your eyes and sighed. You took a deep breath and got in the shower, rinsing the sweat from your body. You put on clean pjs and crawled back into bed. But as you stared at the ceiling, you realized there was no way in hell you’d be able to sleep. You rolled over and grabbed your phone, unlocked it, and opened up your messages app. You typed a text to Bucky that simply said “I had a nightmare.” Your finger hovered over the send button, debating whether or not you should send it. It was almost 1am…maybe it wasn’t fair to wake him. You shifted in bed, just enough to make your finger slip and hit the send button. Well…too late now.

You figured he would text you back and ask about the nightmare…or maybe text you in the morning when he woke up. He might have his phone silenced when he sleeps. It had been 2 minutes since you sent the text and he hadn’t responded. You sighed and thought about your life choices.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on your door. “(Y/N/N)?” Bucky’s soft voice called from the other side of the door.

Well that was not one of the scenarios you’d expected. You jumped out of bed and grabbed a robe, throwing it on and smoothing your hair before you opened the door. There he stood, sweatpants hung low on his hips and a t-shirt; hair all a mess from sleep. “Bucky.”

His concerned eyes met yours. “I got your text. You okay?”

“Yeah, it was just a nightmare.”

“A bad enough one that reached out to me in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. It’s late and you were probably asleep—”

Bucky entered your room and shut the door, effectively cutting off your rambling apology. “It’s fine, doll. I know what it’s like to have nightmares that you can’t escape.”

You looked at him in silence for a moment. You knew his past. Some you’d gotten from Steve or Natasha, but a lot of it you’d gotten from him just in the past month. You knew if anyone would understand what you were feeling, it was him. Tears welled in your eyes and you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hey,” he said softly as he sat beside you. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You stared at your hands and felt the tears fall down your cheeks. “I was back there. In that room. But it wasn’t like it really happened. You were me and I was you…and I didn’t—I couldn’t—we both died,” you trailed off in a whisper.

Bucky didn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug. He held you tightly and let you cry on his shoulder. “We’re both here, (Y/N/N). We both made it out alive. You’re stronger now than you were then. Things would end differently.”

You pulled away from him and shook your head. “That’s the thing, Bucky. It wouldn’t. Everything you taught me is great if I’m the one in danger. But what if it’s someone else? What if it’s you? And I can’t save you because I don’t know how to shoot a gun or throw a knife or any of that?”

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear so he could wipe the tears from your cheeks. “I’ll protect you, doll. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“You can’t promise that, Bucky. I don’t want to be powerless.”

He sighed. “I’ll teach you anything you want to learn.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He stood up and for a moment you thought he was leaving. Instead, he picked up a couple pillows from the floor and stacked them up against your headboard before crawling into your bed. He patted the spot beside him. “Come on. You should get some sleep.”

You looked up at him in confusion.

“I’m not going to leave you alone, (Y/N). I don’t want you to feel afraid. So I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

You stared at him in silence. This man was going to be the death of you. This was not how you’d imagined him in your bed, but somehow this very caring, very real moment was better. You stood up and made your way to the other side of the bed. You slid under the covers and discovered it was virtually impossible to lay in your bed and not touch him. Your queen-sized bed had never felt so small.

As if he sensed your trepidation, he whispered, “Come here.” He reached out and pulled you into his side, forcing you to rest your head on his chest. There was something incredibly intimate about this moment, but you were desperate to not think about it.

His cold metal fingers danced gently against the skin of your upper arm. It was an exceptionally soothing motion and it calmed you. You found yourself relaxing against his chest, letting the slow, steady beat of his heart lull you to sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to hear deep breathing coming from behind you. You felt a heavy weight draped across your stomach and your hand reached out to touch it. You felt cold metal against your skin and the events of the night before came back to you. You glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 7:15am. It was the morning and Bucky was still in bed with you. He’d stayed the entire night.

Your movements stirred him from his slumber. “Morning, doll,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you said softly. You desperately tried to calm your pounding heart, knowing full-well that his super soldier ears could hear it.

He breathed in deeply and you felt the stubble on his cheek rub against your shoulder and you sucked in a breath. His lips brushed against your hair and he murmured, “Did you sleep okay?”

You had to force yourself to breathe and formulate some sort of response to the man. “Mhmm.” That’s not a real response, (Y/N), you thought internally.

He nuzzled in closer to you and tightened his grip on your waist. “Me too. Your bed is so comfy.”

You chuckled in what you hoped was a light, pleasant way, and not the extremely awkward-wtf is going on-way that you were feeling. His arm was tight around your stomach and you suddenly felt overwhelmingly self-conscious. He was touching your stomach. James Buchanan Barnes, sexiest man alive, was touching your fat rolls.

Bucky felt your body tense against him and it woke him up more. “You alright?” he asked gently.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I just, umm. I have to pee,” you lied. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie…you kinda did have to pee.

He laughed and released you. “I suppose you can use the bathroom.”

You jumped out of the bed like it was on fire and rushed to the bathroom. You dropped your head on the sink and groaned. Could you be more awkward? The man of your dreams was literally in your bed, and you acted like he had leprosy. You sighed and dragged yourself to the toilet to do what you’d come in here to do. When you were done, you washed your hands and face and did your best to not look entirely homeless as you walked back out. You brushed your teeth before exiting the bathroom because no one likes morning breath.

Bucky was still laying in your bed, eyes shut, when you opened the door. He was just so handsome it actually hurt you to look at him. He opened his eyes when he heard the door close again and he smiled at you. “Come back to bed.”

You chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. “It’s already 7:30, sleepy head. We have training in 30 minutes.”

“We could skip one day of training,” he mumbled.

You laughed. “Nope. Not when you’re supposed to teach me everything I want to learn.”

He groaned. “I’m suddenly regretting that promise.” His tone was light and teasing, but he sent you a wink just to make sure you knew he was joking. He sighed and rolled out of the bed. “Since you’re so demanding, I’ll go take a shower and meet you downstairs in 20 minutes.”

You smiled. “Make it 15…since I’m so demanding.”

He laughed. “I walked into that.” He opened your door and peered out before leaving and closing the door behind him.

It was only as he left that you realized he was looking to see if anyone was in the hallway…he didn’t want to be seen leaving your room in the morning. Of course he didn’t. He wouldn’t want people to think there was anything sexual going on between you two. You looked down at your body and then walked over to the full length mirror. You took off your robe and stared at yourself in your pjs. You felt tears well in your eyes and you felt miserable. There was no way someone like Bucky would ever want to be with someone like you. He was just a really good friend and was too nice to say no.

**********

You weren’t your usual self during that morning’s training session. Or the one after that. Or the one after that. In fact, it was an entire week before Bucky finally stopped you in the middle of a session to insist you tell him what was bothering you.

“Nothing, Bucky. Can we please just spar?” Words you never thought you’d say.

“Not until you tell me the truth. I’m not an idiot. You’ve been walking around with a frown on your face for a week straight. You’ve barely spoken to me and I’m pretty sure you haven’t even made eye contact with me since last week.”

You deliberately made eye contact with him just to prove him wrong. You were surprised to see sadness and a little bit of hurt in his blue eyes. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind, that’s all. I didn’t mean to take it out on you,” you said softly.

His expression softened. “So you’re not upset with me?”

You offered him a small smile. “No, Bucky. I’m not upset with you.”

He smiled and looked relieved. It dawned on you that he really was worried you were upset with him. He cared about you, even if it was just as a friend. You needed to do better to respect that and therefore, respect him. “So, can I punch you now?” you joked.

He laughed. “Bring it, sweets.” He dropped into a defensive stance and waited for your advance.

You threw the punch knowing full well he was going to block you and likely knock you on your ass. Problem was, you couldn’t focus. Bucky had just dropped a new nickname on you and you were utterly unprepared for it.

You groaned as your back hit the mat and Bucky hovered over you. “What kinda punch was that?” he teased. He stood up and gave you a hand up as well.

You stretched your back. “I was just testing you.”

He laughed. “Aren’t I supposed to be testing you?”

“Fine, let’s do it again.”

**********

It had been another three weeks since your little chat with Bucky. You’d continued training every day and you felt like you were making real progress. From what you could tell, Bucky agreed.

This morning, you were really giving him a run for his money. You were both drenched in sweat and neither one of you had tapped out of the fight yet…45 minutes in.

“Did you eat some sort of super energy bar this morning or something?” Bucky complained breathlessly.

“Nope, I just woke up ready to kick some ass,” you said with a grin, equally breathless.

This was longer than your usual sparring matches, so naturally, other members of the team had started wandering into the gym to do their workouts. Steve and Natasha had set up on the mats across the room, giving them a great view of the fight between you and Bucky.

“She’s really doing great,” Steve commented.

“I know. I’m so proud,” Natasha said with a smile.

The two of them continued to stretch, but they didn’t take their eyes off of you and Bucky. Bucky swung his fist towards you, but you easily ducked, sliding behind him and getting a kick into his side. That kick was enough to knock him off balance and you took that opportunity to tackle him from the side, knocking him to the ground.

For a second, you were on top of him, but he quickly flipped you over, pinning you to the ground. You struggled for a moment, but then seemed to give up. Bucky lowered his guard, giving you the perfect moment to strike. You flipped him onto his back and straddled his torso. Before he could register what was happening, you’d pulled a knife out of your boot and held it to his neck.

His eyes widened as he realized you’d won. “That’s my girl,” he said with a smile.

You shot him a grin, reveling in the fact that you had beaten the super solider. You were both out of breath and an absolute sweaty mess, but there was something in the air in that moment. A deep desire-filled tension.

Bucky couldn’t help but love the way you looked straddling his hips, breathless and sweaty. He fought the urge to grab you and kiss you…an urge he’d been fighting for months.

Your eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from his. You wanted him with the kind of desperation that would normally embarrass you. But in that moment, looking into his lust-filled eyes, you thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted you just as badly.

The tension was broken by the whoops and hollers coming from the other side of the room. Steve and Natasha were running over to you, cheering obnoxiously. It was actually kind of endearing.

You looked back down at Bucky and grinned. “Guess we should get up.”

Bucky’s hands gripped your legs, silently pleading with you to stay. You gave him a gentle swat and pulled yourself out of his grip. Once you were on your feet, you reached a hand out to help him up, which he took gratefully.

“My whole body aches,” he murmured.

You laughed.

Steve and Natasha had reached you and both of them were excited.

“You beat him, girl! That was freaking awesome,” Natasha said.

“Thanks, Nat.”

“Seriously, that was excellent fighting, (Y/N).”

You smiled at Steve. “I did have a good teacher.”

Bucky smiled. “A teacher you just beat.”

“I do feel pretty good about that, actually. Especially since you’re a super soldier and all that.”

He laughed. “Okay, guys, Literally every part of my body aches and I feel like a giant sweaty mess. I need to hit the showers.” He turned to you. “I’m proud of you, doll,” he said quietly, as if the words were only meant for you to hear.

You smiled warmly. “Thanks, Buck.”

Bucky walked off towards the locker room and you watched him walk away.

“I kinda can’t believe I won,” you said lightly.

“Well believe it sister, because it was incredible,” Natasha said with a grin.

You smiled at your friends, feeling very good about yourself. “I hate to agree with Bucky, but I also need a shower. I feel gross.”

They both congratulated you again and let you escort yourself back to your room for a much needed shower.

**********

After your shower, you went down to the kitchen to get something to eat. You were starving. Unsurprisingly, Bucky was already there, making himself an omelet…or three omelets, maybe?

When you entered, Bucky looked up and shot you a grin. “How you feeling, champ?”

“Like an actual champion,” you teased. “But also, parts of my body ache that I didn’t know could ache.”

He laughed. “I feel that, actually.”

“You’re a super soldier. Give it an hour and you’ll be fine.”

“There are perks.” He flipped his omelets. “Want one?”

“Oh, I’m okay. I was just going to make something.”

“Well I have 3 and I probably only need 2…so if you want it…”

“Well, since you’re offering and I don’t have to cook, then I’ll take it. Thanks.”

“Have a seat, I’ll bring it to you when it’s done.”

You plopped down at the kitchen table and watched the handsome man finish making breakfast. There was something incredibly sexy about him being all domesticated and whatnot.

A few minutes later, he sat a plate in front of you, giant omelet barely fitting. He had another plate for himself, his two omelets stacked on top of each other. You noticed that your omelet was the biggest of the three and if you weren’t starving, you would probably have argued with him about it.

You took your first bite and let out an involuntary moan. “Holy crap, that’s good.”

Bucky’s body tensed up when he heard that sound. It made his breath catch in his chest and heart skip a beat. “Glad you like it, doll.”

You smiled at him between bites. “It’s delicious.”

As the two of you ate your breakfast, Bucky watched you with a small smile on his face. You looked so beautiful like this. Your hair was still damp from the shower, no makeup, wearing leggings and an oversized t-shirt, but you were absolutely the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “We should go to dinner tonight,” he heard himself say.

You nearly choked on your food. “What?”

“Ya know…to celebrate you kicking my ass.”

You nodded. “Yeah, sure. That’ll be fun. You’re buying,” you teased.

He grinned. “Of course I’m buying. I’m the one who lost, after all.” He paused. “Meet out front at 7?”

You smiled. “Sounds perfect. What should I wear?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Something nice. We’re not going to a Denny’s,” he teased.

You laughed. “Alright, so no sweatpants. Got it.”

**********

20 minutes later and you were knee deep in clothes in the middle of your closet. “I have nothing to wear,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Knock, knock,” Natasha said as she popped her head into your closet. She looked at you in the middle of the pile of clothes and chuckled. “What’cha doin’?”

“Bucky and I are going to dinner tonight to celebrate my big win and I have absolutely nothing to wear.”

Natasha looked at all the clothes on the ground and the ones still hanging. “This is a big closet and it’s filled with clothes.”

“Yeah, but nothing nice. He said to wear something nice.”

Natasha’s eyes widened knowingly. “Oh, I see. Okay, then. We’ll just have to go shopping. Come on.”

You climbed out of the closet and followed your friend to her room. “Where are we going, exactly?”

“I know a store downtown. It’s the perfect place to find exactly what you’re looking for.”

You had a feeling it would definitely not be the perfect place, especially if Natasha shopped there. You weren’t exactly the same size. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Let’s go.”

30 minutes later, you were standing in the entrance of a very beautiful boutique filled with all kinds of really nice clothing. What surprised you were the mannequins throughout the store. They were all different shapes and sizes, indicating that the store itself catered to a variety of body types.

You looked at Natasha and she had a smile on her face. “Come on, let’s find you something perfect.”

Natasha grabbed absolutely every dress she thought would look even halfway decent on you. She wanted you to try on everything. You’d always hated trying on clothes, but Natasha’s energy was rubbing off on you. You had to have tried on about 30 dresses before she handed you one that you thought would never work. “Umm, Nat? Isn’t it a little short?”

“Just try it on,” she insisted.

You sighed and closed the curtain. You slipped the dress on and managed to get the zipper pulled up by yourself. When you looked in the mirror, you let out a small gasp. The dress was a beautiful silky black with gold detailing. The bodice was form fitting, but not too tight, and it didn’t make your boobs look like they were about to spill out of the dress. The sleeves were soft butterfly sleeves that floated off of your shoulders. The length had made you nervous when you’d seen it on the hanger, but it looked perfect on you. You were definitely showing more leg than you were used to, but somehow, in this dress, you didn’t care. The lower half of the dress was more flowy than the top, but it was still structured. It had a beautiful ruffle down the left side that hid what you wanted it to hide and accentuated what you wanted it to accentuate.

You slowly opened the curtain and stepped out so Natasha could see you. Your friend let out a squeal of excitement. “That’s it. That’s the one.” She jumped up to get a better look. “Spin around.”

You did as she said and you couldn’t help but smile. The dress was truly beautiful, but more importantly, you felt beautiful in it.

“(Y/N), you look incredible,” Natasha said warmly. “You have to get this dress.”

For the first time, you looked at the price tag and nearly had a heart attack. “This is an $800 dress!”

Natasha shrugged. “Worth it.”

“Nat, I can’t drop $800 on a dress.”

“Well if you don’t, I will. We are not leaving this store without that dress.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“Yes I do. Now go get changed.”

You went back into the dressing room and looked at yourself in the mirror again. Natasha was right, you looked incredible. You needed this dress. Besides, it was for a special occasion, sorta.

You changed your clothes and came out with the dress neatly on its hanger. Natasha already had the saleswoman waiting, ready to take it to the front and wrap it up for you. You handed it to her and Natasha grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the cash register. “Are you sure about this, Nat?”

“Absolutely, (Y/N/N). I’m buying you this dress. Consider it an extremely early birthday present.”

You laughed. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Nope. What don’t you understand about present?” She pulled out her credit card to pay and swatted your hand away when you tried to use your own. You couldn’t afford the dress and both of you knew it.

When you left the store, dress in hand, you felt giddy with excitement. You gave Natasha a hug and she laughed. “Now you’re excited, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “This dress is fire.”

“Damn straight. Boy ain’t gonna know what hit him,” she joked.

You smiled at your friend and felt the butterflies start dancing in your stomach. You linked arms and leaned into her. “Let’s go home. I need to make sure I have plenty of time to get ready.”

Natasha gave your arm a light squeeze. “I’ll help. I’m a sucker for this kind of thing?”

“What kind of thing?”

“Romance,” she said lightly.

You smacked her. “It’s just two friends going out to celebrate something. It’s not a date!”

She laughed. “Yeah, okay. Suuuure.”

You rolled your eyes, but on the inside, you suddenly felt worried. This was just two friends going out, right?

**********

By 6:30 you were ready to go. Natasha had done your hair and makeup and you had to admit you looked pretty damn incredible. She’d helped you into your dress and she even let you borrow a pair of heels that she insisted were made for this dress. When you looked at yourself in her full-length mirror, you had to agree.

Natasha came up behind you, a big smile on her face. “You look beautiful, (Y/N). A vision.”

You blushed. “Oh stop.”

“I’m serious! You look good. So flaunt it. Leave him wanting more.”

You turned to your friend. “Nat, just friends, remember?”

“Okay, fine…but are you really telling me you don’t find him the least bit attractive?”

You sighed. “I’d have to be blind not to.”

“Exactly! And he clearly thinks you’re attractive, so why not?”

You laughed. “What on earth makes you think he finds me attractive?”

She just stared at you. “(Y/N). I have eyes. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Especially when you’re not paying attention.”

Now it was your turn to stare. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. I’m not the only one who noticed, either. Steve mentioned it to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Did he mention it to you or did you mention it to him and he agreed?”

She laughed. “I swear, he mentioned it to me.”

You just shook your head. “You’re insane, but I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you too. It’s time for you to get going.” She wrapped you in a tight hug. “Have fun, okay? You deserve it.”

“I will.” You walked out of her room and down the hall towards the elevators. You felt like royalty in this dress, so you made sure you walked like royalty. On the elevator ride down to the first floor, you found yourself feeling increasingly nervous. Was Natasha right? Was this actually a date? There’s no way Bucky would take you on a date. Even if he did, wouldn’t he have said it was a date? Or was it implied? Shit.

By the time the elevator doors opened, you’d worked yourself up into a giant ball of anxiety. You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves and stepped out into the hall. You reminded yourself that you were strong and you could do this without being incredibly awkward or uncomfortable. Your mini pep-talk made you feel a little better, so you headed towards the front doors. You sincerely hoped Bucky didn’t expect you to ride his motorcycle in this outfit, but he didn’t own any other vehicle…

When you stepped outside, you saw Bucky standing beside an extremely expensive Porche convertible. He looked amazing. He was wearing a very nice dark blue suit and a crisp white shirt with the collar undone. Just looking at him made your heart skip a beat. “New car?” you asked lightly as you started down the steps.

Bucky looked up at the sound of your voice and was rendered absolutely speechless. He couldn’t do anything but stare at you. He even forgot to breathe.

When you reached the bottom step, you felt a little uncomfortable. Bucky had been silent since he’d noticed you and it was starting to freak you out a little. “Bucky?” you asked tentatively.

He realized he’d been staring and he cleared his throat. “(Y/N), you look…”

You misinterpreted his inability to find words as disapproval of your appearance. As irrational as it may have been, that had been your prior experience. You opened your mouth to say something, anything to make this discomfort end, but Bucky cut you off.

“…gorgeous,” he finished.

You closed your mouth and opened it again, unable to believe your ears. “Really?”

“Stunning,” he said softly. “Absolutely breathtaking. I should know. I’m pretty sure I forgot how to breathe when you first came out.”

That was easily the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to you. The fact that it was coming from Bucky Barnes only made it that much sweeter. “Thank you,” you murmured, feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks. “You look pretty good, yourself.”

He laughed. “I look like a homeless man compared to you.” He stepped aside and opened the passenger door for you. “My lady,” he said as he gestured for you to get in.

Once you were safely in the vehicle, he closed the door and made his way to the driver’s side. He slid into his seat and started the car. The engine made a lovely purring sound and you sighed contentedly.

Bucky glanced over at you and smiled. “Tony let me borrow it.”

“Huh?”

“The car,” he said as he hit the accelerator. “He might regret it later.”

You laughed and sat back in your seat. “So where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

You groaned. “What if I don’t like surprises?”

“Oh, you’re gonna like this one.”

You watched the world go by through the window. It was a beautiful night. Clear skies, a bright moon, and brilliant stars. The closer you got to the city, the dimmer those stars became. To your surprise, you passed through the downtown area without stopping. You’d assumed he wanted to take you some place there. When Bucky finally pulled the car over, you realized where you were. “Are you—are we--?”

He laughed at your inability to form a sentence. “Yes, we are.” He got out of the car, handed the valet his key, then helped you out of your side.

When you got out of the car, you looked up at the massive building before you. The building itself wasn’t anything special, but it sat right beside a beautiful lake, and more importantly it housed one of the best restaurants in the country. A restaurant that was absolutely impossible to get a reservation in. You should know, you’d tried a hundred times.

Bucky took your hand and placed it on his arm. “You still with me, doll?”

“I think so,” you said softly.

He chuckled and led you into the building. When you got on the elevator, he pushed the button for the very top floor. You looked at him in wonder. How the hell did he manage to get a reservation here and on such short notice?

When the doors slid open, you let out a small gasp. Bucky escorted you off the elevator and nudged you gently. “Your jaw is on the floor,” he whispered.

You closed your mouth and shot him a look. His eyes were filled with mischief and it made you laugh.

Bucky guided you to the host stand and indicated he had a reservation under the name “Barnes”. While he and the host talked, you took the opportunity to look around the restaurant. It was beautiful. Ornate without being stuffy. Everything looked luxurious and you had to suppress the desire to touch everything.

“Doll?” Bucky said again, breaking you from your trance.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

He chuckled. “Our table is ready.”

“Oh.” You let him take your hand as you followed the host to your table. To your surprise, the host guided you both to the beautiful rooftop balcony that overlooked the city. You looked at Bucky and he just shot you a warm smile. When you reached the table the host went to help you with your chair, but Bucky beat him to it.

With both of you seated and waiting for the server, you finally had a moment to speak. “How is any of this possible? No one can get a reservation here. Literally no one. Except super famous people and the insanely rich.”

Bucky shrugged. “I happen to know a guy who’s both. And he owed me a favor.”

Realization dawned on your face. “Tony.” Bucky grinned and you laughed. “I should have known. He must really owe you big if he got you this reservation and let you borrow one of his cars.”

Bucky nodded. “I’d say we’re even now.”

The server came over and asked what you’d like to drink.

You were thinking a glass of wine would help calm your nerves and apparently Bucky was thinking the same thing. “A bottle of your best oaky Chardonnay, please.” He glanced over at you. “That’s your favorite, right?”

You stared at him in stunned silence, simply nodding your head in agreement. The server left to get you a bottle and you finally regained the ability to speak. “How did you know that?”

“I listen,” he said simply.

You made a funny noise, somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle. “Well, did you know that I’ve been dying to eat here since it opened? And that I’ve tried to get a reservation literally a hundred different times?”

“I did. And I know that you always wanted to eat out on the balcony because you wanted to enjoy the view while you ate.”

Your jaw dropped. “Seriously, how did you know that?”

“You told me once.”

“When?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Probably 6 months ago or so?”

“Damn. Apparently you have an incredible memory.”

“I remember everything you say.”

You were surprised by his statement, but you didn’t have the chance to reply because the server returned with the bottle of wine. He poured a glass for each of you and then left you to decide what you wanted to eat.

You took a sip of the wine as you perused the menu. “Wow. That’s amazing.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you like it. So what are you thinking of eating?”

“I don’t know. Literally every dish on this menu looks good.”

“So we’ll get some of everything, then.”

“What?” you asked incredulously.

“Why not? We’re celebrating.”

“Bucky, that would be insanely expensive.”

He shrugged. “You’re worth it.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. This man was trying to kill you with these compliments. There was a little voice in the back of your head that sounded a hell of a lot like Natasha saying, “This is definitely a date.”

The server returned a few moments later to check on you. You indicated you were ready to order and Bucky agreed, gesturing for you to go first. You ordered a single entrée and an appetizer that sounded really good. Bucky, on the other hand, ordered five different entrees and three appetizers.

When the server left to go put in your order, you looked at Bucky in shock. “Do you know what you just ordered?”

“All of your favorite dishes? Yes, I’m perfectly aware.”

You stared at him in shock. “Seriously, are you messing with me?”

He looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, there’s no way this is real. Why are you treating me so nicely and how is it physically possible for you to remember this much about me?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Is it really so impossible that I simply enjoy being around you and I want to treat you like you deserve to be treated?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re…well you’re you.”

Bucky nodded. “Excellent reasoning,” he said sarcastically.

You sighed. “I’m just in shock, I think. That’s all.”

“Well don’t be. This is real. I promise.” He reached across the table and squeezed your hand.

You took a deep breath and smiled at him. You did everything you could to push your inner voice down…the one that kept insisting there was no way he could like you. You looked out over the city, admiring the view you’d been dreaming about. “It really is beautiful up here. The city looks like it’s glowing.”

Bucky made a sound of affirmation, but he wasn’t looking at the view. “It doesn’t compare to what’s right in front of me.”

You turned to look at him and realized he was talking about you. You were the only thing in front of him…other than the table. “Me?” you asked softly.

He smiled, a warm, deeply affectionate smile. “You.”

You found yourself letting your guard down and really enjoying the moment. You let his words seep in. Not just that one, but all the words he’d said tonight. “Bucky?”

“Yeah, doll?”

The pet name gave you the same butterflies it always did, but this time there was something else mixed in. Something more passionate. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for.”

“Of course there is. This is genuinely the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“You deserve it. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You deserve the world.”

You took another sip of your wine and let the alcohol warm your body. You were having an amazing night and you still couldn’t believe where you were…or who you were with. You weren’t sure which one was more surprising.

When the food arrived, the two of you sampled everything. Eating little bits of each one, sharing it with each other, and coming back for more. By the time you’d finished eating, you were stuffed. “It’s highly likely I ate too much,” you said with a light chuckle.

“I think we ate just enough.”

“I feel like I might actually explode.”

He laughed. “Well that would be extremely concerning. How about I grab the check and then we go for a walk around the lake?”

“Buck, I’m wearing heels. Do you want my feet to fall off?”

“Absolutely not,” he said with a chuckle. “Take your shoes off! Worst case, I’ll carry you back to the car.”

You considered your options and decided that a walk around the lake would actually be really nice. It gave you the opportunity to walk off some of your dinner, but more importantly it meant more time with Bucky.

Bucky paid the bill discreetly, refusing to let you see how much he’d spent on you. You started to stand up, but Bucky quickly jumped out of his seat to help you. It made you smile.

You made your way to the front of the restaurant, stopping in the bathroom before heading down to the lake.

When you reached the soft grass around the lake, you slipped out of your heels and let out a sigh of relief. “They’re beautiful, but damn they hurt.”

Bucky laughed. “They do very great things for your legs and…other things.”

You turned to look at him and he blushed. You knew exactly what ‘other things’ he was referring to and it made you giggle. “You trying to say they make my butt look nice?”

He laughed. “Your butt always looks nice. I was trying to say they accentuate your butt.”

It was your turn to blush. “Thanks,” you murmured softly.

Bucky reached out and took your hand, desperately wanting to touch you. This was as flirty as you’d ever been with him and he wanted it to last as long as possible. He thought that maybe you might actually be interested in him as more than just a friend, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

The two of you walked silently beside the lake, enjoying the view, the warm summer breeze, and each other’s company. It was a companiable silence. When you reached the far side of the lake, you saw a bench that was simply calling your name. You pulled Bucky towards it and he sat down beside you. He put his arm around you and pulled you in a little closer. “It’s a beautiful night,” he said softly.

“It really is.”

“Needed to rest your feet?”

“That and I just wanted to sit and enjoy this for a moment. Soak it in.” You leaned your head against his shoulder and relaxed.

Bucky placed a kiss to the top of your head before resting his cheek against it.

The two of you sat there for what felt like eternity. You realized that all the food you’d eaten was making you tired, plus the bottle of wine you’d shared with Bucky. “We should probably get up before we fall asleep.”

Bucky didn’t respond, instead he made soft snoring noises. You laughed and elbowed him lightly. He chuckled and pulled you up off the bench with him. “I hate to admit it, but you’re probably right.”

He turned to look at you and for the second time that evening, found himself completely breathless. The moon was higher in the sky than it was before and it gave your skin a radiant glow. Your eyes almost seemed to twinkle in the moonlight and he swore he’d never seen anything so beautiful before. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. All he could do was act.

Bucky leaned down toward you and pressed his lips against yours. He caught you by surprise and it took a moment before you returned the kiss. The moment you did, his hands were on you. He caressed your face with one and pulled you closer with the other. He deepened the kiss and moaned softly against your lips. He had never tasted anything as sweet as you.

You were in a daze. On the one hand, you couldn’t believe this was happening. On the other, you hoped it never ended. Everything you smelled, tasted, felt, was Bucky. His kiss was indescribable and you couldn’t pull away, no matter how badly you needed to breathe.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky finally broke the kiss, taking in deep breaths of air. He leaned his forehead down against yours and let his breath mingle with yours. Once you’d both caught your breath, he took a step back. “We should get home,” he said.

For some stupid reason, probably your messed up brain, those words made you think he regretted the intimate moment you’d just shared. It was the way he stepped away from you and the simple way he’d uttered the words that made you absolutely sure he’d just gotten caught up in the moment. You felt a resigned sadness fall over you and you murmured a soft, “Okay.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, trying to read your body language. Something was off. He wasn’t sure what it was at first, but the more he stared, the more he realized the effect his words had on you. You turned to walk away, but he grabbed you and pulled you back into him. “No,” he insisted softly. You didn’t even have time to be confused before his lips were once again pressed against yours. This kiss was even more passionate than the first, infused with a desperation that surprised you. When he pulled away this time, he didn’t let go of you. “You misunderstood me. We should get home before I lose every ounce of control I have and make love to you right here in the grass.”

You inhaled sharply, his words shocking you to your core. You realized how stupid your assumption had been and you silently admonished yourself for giving into your inner fears. Your past was filled with demons and a fair amount of those demons were men. But Bucky wasn’t them. He wasn’t your past. He was right here, in this moment, with you. That’s what mattered. You reached up and touched his face and he leaned into your hand. You offered him a small smile and said softly, “Take me home.”

Bucky shot you a wolfish grin and scooped you right off your feet. The action caught you by complete surprise and you yelped. He started to carry you fireman’s style back towards the restaurant. You laughed warmly and smacked his chest affectionately. “James Buchanan Barnes, put me down this instant!”

He shook his head. “No way, doll. I can get there much faster if I carry you.”

“You saying I walk slow?”

“I’m saying if I let you walk beside me, I’m going to be too distracted kissing you to ever make it back to the car.”

You laughed. “You’re full of it.”

He shrugged. “Either way, I’m not putting you down.”

You rolled your eyes, but resigned yourself to being carried. It actually wasn’t bad. Your feet actually did hurt quite a bit from the shoes and you rather enjoyed the fact that this man was able to carry you with such ease.

You made it back to the restaurant in record time and Bucky finally agreed to set you down. The valet went to pull the car up for you and you leaned down to put on your shoes.

“Don’t bother, doll. I’ll carry you to the car if I have to.”

You laughed. “I can walk, James.”

He tensed beside you and you turned to look at him. He had a dark look in his eyes that would have scared you if you didn’t know him. He leaned down to you and whispered in your ear, “I suggest you don’t say that again until we’re alone.”

His words and his tone made you shiver. You realized exactly what that dark look was and you liked it. Especially when it was directed at you.

The valet pulled up in the car and Bucky escorted you to your seat. The moment he was behind the wheel, he took off at an unnecessary speed. You looked over at him and smiled to yourself. He was clearly quite desperate to get home and was more than happy to break a few traffic laws to do it.

You were surprised at how quickly you reached the compound. Bucky pulled into the garage, parking the car at an angle and jumping out. You got out of the car on your own and laughed as you took in his parking job. “I don’t think Tony is going to appreciate your parking skills, Buck.”

Bucky laughed. “He’ll live. Come on. We’ve got things to do.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the elevator at the other side of the garage. The moment you were inside, Bucky had you pressed against the wall, his lips glued to yours and his hands on your hips, holding you still. When the elevator dinged, he pulled away from you reluctantly.

You got off the elevator first, pulling him along after you. “Your room or mine?” you asked.

“Yours,” he said in a voice that was better described as a growl.

His room was closer to the elevator than yours was, so you were slightly surprised by his choice. “Yours is closer.”

He scooped you up again and moved with swift purpose towards your room. “I want to make sure when you go to sleep tomorrow all you can smell is me.”

You let out a little gasp and you clung to his shoulder a little tighter. You didn’t know why, but that was an incredibly hot statement.

Bucky pushed your door open, sat you down gently, then closed and locked your door before turning his attention back to you. His normally bright blue eyes were almost black with desire. All you could see was pupil. He needed you with a kind of desperation he’d never felt before. But he also knew he needed to maintain control or he was likely to hurt you by accident.

“Are you going to kiss me?” you asked softly.

Bucky nodded, but didn’t move. “I just need a second.”

You looked at him in confusion, self-doubt creeping in again.

He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m just trying not to lose control.”

“You don’t have to be in control. I’m not afraid of you,” you whispered.

Surprise lit up his handsome face. “You should be, doll. I’m a trained killer.”

“And you trained me.”

That made him smile. “And you’re amazing, but I’m still much bigger than you. I could hurt you by accident.”

You shrugged. “I’m not worried about it. So kiss me, James. Please.” You knew exactly what saying his first name would do to him and you were not disappointed.

Bucky let out a low growl and grabbed you by the waist, dragging you into him. He kissed you hungrily and you returned the kiss with equal passion. His hands roamed to the back of your dress, searching for the zipper. He pulled it down slowly, not wanting to damage such a beautiful dress.

When his hands came up to slide the dress off your shoulders, you tensed up and your body shifted away from him. He pulled away and looked at you in concern. “Doll? You alright?”

You nodded, trying to keep the negative thoughts at bay.

“We can stop, if you want. We don’t have to do this.”

You looked up at him and you saw the deep concern on his face. It touched your heart in a way that surprised even you. “I want to. I really do. It’s just…I’m a little self-conscious about my body,” you said softly.

“But why?”

You almost laughed at the innocent way he asked the question. It was like he couldn’t understand why you would be uncomfortable.

“I’m not exactly…small.”

Bucky shook his head. “You are to me.”

He said it so matter-of-factly that you had to laugh. “Bucky, I’ve had some bad experiences with men before, okay? I know you’re not them…but that doesn’t mean there aren’t negative voices in my head telling me I’m not good enough for you. Not attractive enough for you. Not thin enough for you.”

His eyes darkened in a different way than before. He almost looked angry. “I would happily kill every single man who ever hurt you or made you feel like you weren’t good enough. You are absolutely perfect to me, okay? Perfect. I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Do you understand me?”

You looked at him with an expression of surprise and adoration. He spoke so passionately that you knew without a doubt in your mind he meant every single word. You took a step back from him and he looked crestfallen for a moment. You very slowly slipped the dress off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Bucky looked up at you and then his eyes made their way very slowly down your body, drinking in every inch of exposed flesh.

You couldn’t deny that his gaze made you feel self-conscious, but the desire you saw in his eyes was enough to keep you in the moment. “Bucky?” you whispered.

His eyes found yours again, answering without speaking.

You took a deep breath. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you towards him, giving you just enough time to step out of the dress before dragging you against him. He kissed you deeply, sending waves of heat straight to your core. Your fingers made quick work of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. In between kisses he murmured against your lips “Jump, doll.”

“What?”

He patted your thigh, “Jump.”

You realized what he was asking…something you’d never been asked to do before, but had always wanted to experience. So, you did exactly what he said. You jumped.

And Bucky caught you with an ease that didn’t surprise you anymore. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he turned around so your back was against the door. He kissed his way down your neck, taking his time to learn which spots you liked the most. His hands dug into the flesh of your butt as he pulled you impossibly closer. His lips trailed sloppy kisses to the tops of your breasts and you let out a breathy moan of desire.

Bucky carried you over to your bed and laid you down gently. When he stood back up, it gave you your first full view of his bare chest. You bit your lip absentmindedly as you stared, causing Bucky to grin. “Like what you see, doll?”

You nodded and reached for him. Instead of coming to you, he slowly began to undo his belt. You sat up slightly so you could have a better view. You watched him as he slowly removed his pants, his eyes never leaving your face. Your eyes, on the other hand, wandered down his body, landing on the massive bulge in his boxer briefs. Your breathing became more shallow and he could see the flames of desire burning in your eyes.

Your bright (y/e/c) eyes seemed to shine as you looked up at him. Your own desire was echoed back to you in his face and you reached for him a second time. This time he climbed up the bed and slowly crawled his way up to your face. It was a predatory movement, yet you’d never been more turned on in your life.

When he reached your lips, he paused, hovering over you. He shifted his body slightly so that you were effectively caged under him. Muscular arms were on either side of you and his body dwarfed yours. For the first time in your adult life, you felt small. It was a thrilling feeling, knowing that Bucky had the power to do whatever he wanted to you, and you were more than happy to let him. “James,” you whispered.

He groaned, low and deep, before slamming his lips against yours. His hands roamed your body, touching every part of you he could reach. He pulled you forward so he could slide his hand behind your back, dexterous fingers unhooking your bra and pulling it off of you. He let you lie back down and he sat back to admire you. “So pretty,” he whispered.

His mouth moved to your breasts, giving them the attention they deserved. His lips played with your nipples and his hands massaged what his mouth couldn’t reach. Your fingers clenched his shoulders and your hips moved involuntarily against him. He groaned again as your thigh rubbed up against his painfully hard cock.

His lips began to make their way down your stomach. Bucky took extra time to kiss every single inch of your stomach he could. He didn’t want you to think for even one moment that there was a part of you he didn’t like. When he reached your still-clothed core, he inhaled deeply, letting your delicious scent wash over him. He gently kissed the outside of your underwear before slowly slipping his fingers under the band and tugging on them. “Doll? How do you feel about these underwear?”

“They’re just underwear,” you replied. Before you could even ask why, he’d ripped them in half and thrown them onto the floor.

You looked at him with wide eyes and he shrugged. “They were in the way.”

Your laugh was short-lived as you watched him looking at you. The only word you could think of to describe his expression was hunger.

He reached out and slipped a metal finger through our folds and collected some of your juices. His eyes met yours as he lifted his finger to his mouth and slowly sucked it clean. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Tastes like Heaven.”

Your breath had caught in your chest as you watched him, but it was forced out in the form of a moan when he leaned down and licked a thick stripe up your pussy. Bucky settled more comfortably between your legs, pushing them as far apart as he could without hurting you. He licked you again, nice and slow, reveling in the way your body reacted to his touch.

“Please,” you begged softly.

His eyes flicked up to yours and he saw the desperation in your eyes. He loved seeing what he did to you, but he also couldn’t stand to leave you wanting. He dove into your pussy, tongue sliding between your folds and flicking slowly against your clit. You gasped and he began to eat you out like you were his last meal. Every time you moaned, the sound sent shock waves straight to his cock.

Your fingers twisted in his hair and your hips moved against his mouth. He slid his metal arm under your thigh and across your abdomen, effectively holding you place. It gave him the control he desperately wanted. He wanted to feel you come apart against his lips. He needed it. Bucky focused his attention on your clit, trying different movements and alternating his tongue and his lips, trying to find the thing that would send you over the edge.

You moaned in pleasure, the rubber band in your belly tightening to the point of breaking…but you weren’t quite there yet. You needed more.

As if Bucky sensed what you needed, he shifted his body so his right hand could slide beneath him. He slowly slid a finger into your core and you gasped at the feeling. He quickly added a second and began to slowly stroke your upper wall, searching for that soft spongey spot he knew would drive you wild.

“There!” you gasped.

He grinned against your sweet pussy and went to work. His lips wrapped around your clit, tongue gliding against it as his fingers rapidly stroked your sweet spot. He could feel you reaching the edge and he was desperate to feel you gush around him. You were tugging on his hair, to the point of causing pain, but he didn’t care if you ripped out every last hair on his head. His only thought was your pleasure.

With a cry of his name, you came, body spasming and jerking, his arm the only thing keeping you in place. He didn’t stop his movements, he didn’t want to. He was too busy lapping up every last drop you gave him. As you came down from your high, he slid his fingers out of you, allowing you a little relief from the sensitivity. But his mouth didn’t leave your clit. His lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his mouth, leaving you breathless.

“Bucky…so sensitive,” you whispered. “I can’t—”

He simply moaned against you, sending vibrations through your core. He slid his other hand up to your abdomen and locked his fingers together, ensuring there was no way you could get away from him. His tongue danced against your clit, working you through your first orgasm and building up to the second.

One hand was entangled in his hair and the other was gripping his right bicep, nails digging into his skin. “Bucky, I’m so close.”

He pressed himself deeper into you and moaned, encouraging you to cum again. Your moans were increasing in volume and the distance between each one was almost non-existent. You clung to him as your second orgasm came crashing down on you, waves of sheer pleasure flowing through your body.

Bucky was gentle as you came down from your high for the second time. He knew you were extremely sensitive now, so when you tugged on his hair, he complied, lifting his head from between your legs.

You were completely breathless and so was he. His beard was coated with your slick, which for some reason was a massive turn on. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and let you pull him up to your lips. You kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth and he pressed his hips against you, desperate for some sort of relief.

“I wanna taste you,” you whispered.

He pulled back to look at you. “You don’t have to.”

You looked at him strangely. “I know. But I’m going to, so lose the underwear.”

His eyes widened and he found himself thoroughly enjoying your take-charge attitude. “Yes ma’am.” He quickly removed his underwear and you gasped as his cock sprang free.

“There’s no way you’re fitting,” you said in shock.

He grinned. “Oh, I’ll make it fit, darling. Just you wait.”

Part of you didn’t want to wait, but the other really did want to feel the weight of his cock in your mouth. Just as you had in the sparing ring that morning, you flipped him over onto his back, and straddled him.

He looked up at you in surprise, but that expression quickly shifted to pure lust. It was the same look he’d had on his face that morning. Now you recognized it for what it really was and it sent a thrill right through you. You moved so you could access his cock more easily. You locked eyes with him as you slowly lowered your mouth onto him.

He watched as you took as much as you could without choking and he couldn’t describe how good it felt. Your mouth was warm and wet and he wanted to thrust up into you, but he restrained himself, letting you have the control.

As you started to move, soft groans left his mouth. He slid his fingers in your hair, making sure it was out of the way so he could see you properly. Your hand looked so small wrapped around his cock and he loved it. Every movement you made sent waves of pleasure through him.

He felt your tongue run up the underside of his cock as you sucked and then flick lightly against his head, collecting the precum that lingered there. He gasped and rolled his hips, causing you to gag slightly. He was about to apologize when you moaned around him, letting him know you were okay with it. The vibrations felt incredible and he was desperately trying to keep himself from cumming. Every single movement made it hard for him to control himself. “Fuck, doll. If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last long.”

You took that as a sign to continue doing exactly what you were doing, but at a slightly faster speed and with a little more pressure. Bucky knew he was moments from cumming, his control fading with each bob of your head. “(Y/N), I’m—fuck—” He came with a loud moan, ropes of cum coated your throat as you swallowed everything he gave you.

When he finally started to come down, he pulled on your arm to get your attention. “Come here, baby.”

You lifted off of him with a pop! and moved your way up his body. He loved the way your soft lips felt against his skin, but he wanted to feel them on his lips. He slid his hand under your chin and lifted it up. When your eyes met his, he whispered, “Come here.”

You couldn’t help but comply, especially when he was looking at you like that. The moment your lips met, you felt your body begin to heat up again. His hands ran down your back, landing on your butt. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh there, pushing your hips down against his. When your dripping core rubbed against his already hardening cock, he groaned. “I need to be inside of you, doll. Please.”

He sounded so desperate that you couldn’t say no (not that you wanted to). “Where do you want me?” you asked softly.

“Under me, please.”

You rolled off of him and laid down beside him. In one swift movement, he was on top of you, lips against yours, tongue fighting yours for dominance. You felt his hard cock press against your core and you let out a breathy gasp against his lips.

“Do you want me?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Do you trust me?”

“Completely.”

He nodded, happy with your answer. “I’ll go slow, doll. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You still weren’t convinced he was gonna fit, but you’d just told him you trusted him, so you nodded.

“Try to relax, sweets. I’ve got you.”

You forced your body to relax, letting him take complete control. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed his head inside.

You gasped at the feeling and dug your nails into his shoulders. He watched your face, keeping a close eye on your expression. He pushed in a little further and you winced slightly. He stopped, afraid of hurting you.

Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him. You saw the worry on his face and you reassured him with a soft smile. “I’m okay.” You gently urged him to keep going with a subtle press of your foot against his backside.

He took the hint and continued to push into you. You groaned, but begged him to keep going. A few more pushes and he was fully seated in you. You’d never felt a stretch like this before and you’d never been so full. The feeling was overwhelming and you never wanted it to end.

Bucky gave you a few moments to adjust to his size, but apparently it was longer than you needed. “Bucky, I need you to move. Please.” The desperation in your voice urged him to do what you said. He began to move, slowly at first, but the more you moaned, the faster he moved.

The sounds your bodies made were absolutely filthy and both of you loved every second of it. Both of you moaned and whispered deliciously dirty things to each other as you made love.

“Come on, doll. I wanna hear those sweet little moans of yours. Wake up the whole compound, for all I care.”

You let out a slightly louder moan and your nails dug into his back. “The walls—are—sound-proof,” you gasped out between his thrusts.

He grinned. “Tony’s a genius.” He sped up his movements and leaned forward to kiss you. “I wanna hear you scream,” he murmured against your lips.

“You’ve gotta earn it,” you said breathlessly.

He took that challenge extremely seriously. He sat up, shifting your hips so they were angled upwards, giving him a better angle. With each thrust his cock slammed into your g-spot and your moans were loud enough to wake the dead. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”

Your fingers dug into his arms, the only part of him that you could reach from this angle. “Bucky—Bucky, please. I’m—”

“I know, doll. Me too.” He moved impossibly faster and your body nearly broke in half with pleasure.

You screamed his name, a real actual scream, and you came harder than you ever had before. The way your pussy squeezed him sent Bucky over the edge too. He came inside of you with a low gasp of your name. His hips faltered as he emptied his load into you. He let your legs down and he nearly collapsed on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck. He put his weight on his left arm to avoid crushing you beneath his massive body.

After a few minutes, he slowly slipped out of you and you gasped at the empty feeling. He rolled over and continued to catch his breath. “Come here,” he murmured.

“It’s hot,” you replied.

“I don’t care. I wanna hold you.”

“Well, I can’t feel my legs, so you’re going to have to move me yourself.”

He turned onto his side and reached across your body to pull you into him. He rolled onto his back, taking you with him. Your head rested against his chest and you sighed. “That was incredible,” you said softly.

“Easily the best sex of my life,” he murmured.

You were surprised by his words, but you were too tired to comment. You felt yourself drifting towards sleep, feeling extremely relaxed in his arms.

Bucky kissed the top of your head and listened to the soft sound of your breathing. He traced his fingers up and down your arm, goosebumps appearing in his wake. He didn’t want this moment to end. He would have given his other arm to ensure he could spend the rest of his life with you.

Your breathing had become more even and slow, indicating you’d fallen asleep. Bucky watched you for a few moments before whispering, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” He wasn’t quite ready to say it to you while you were awake, but he knew exactly how he felt.

Your eyes shot open when you heard his words. You debated whether you should pretend to be asleep or not, but the tension in your body alerted him to the fact that you were not asleep.

“Doll?” he asked softly, worry laced in his tone.

“I’m awake,” you answered softly. You lifted your head to look into his eyes. You could see the worry and fear on his face and you desperately wanted to reassure him. He had nothing to worry about. “Hey,” you said lightly, reaching up to touch his face.

He leaned into your hand and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, doll. I thought you were asleep.”

“Buck, you have nothing to apologize for. You said what you’re feeling. It takes guts to do that.”

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable?” he asked softly, blue eyes meeting yours.

“Of course not.” You sat up slightly so you could kiss his lips softly. “For the record, I feel the same way.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You—you do?”

You nodded.

“I thought it would take you longer…since you didn’t really like me before the mission.”

You sat up completely and turned your body to face him. “What in the world makes you think that?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Doll, you never talked to me. Sometimes, I think you were even actively avoiding me.”

You hadn’t realized he’d noticed, and it made you feel terrible. “You’re right. I…I did avoid you. But it wasn’t because I didn’t like you. Quite the opposite in fact. You’re gorgeous and perfect and intimidating as hell…and the fact that you were always nice to me made it even harder to be around you.”

“But that makes no sense. If you found me attractive, why didn’t you want to be around me?”

You sighed. “Because…I was awkward. I couldn’t think around you or be normal. It was like being around Adonis. I couldn’t function.”

His expression softened and he touched your face gently. “What changed?”

“You saved my life.”

“That’s all I had to do? I should have done that sooner.”

You laughed. “It was a bit more complicated than that, but yes, essentially.” It took a moment, but his words finally sunk in. “Wait, what do you mean ‘sooner’?”

He blushed. “Oh, come on, (Y/N/N), I’ve liked you since we met. But I thought I made you uncomfortable, so I stayed away.”

“Since we met?” you whispered.

“Yeah, gorgeous. Since the moment our eyes met that first day. Everything about you intrigued me and I desperately wanted to get to know you. Every part of you.”

You stared at him in silence for a moment, realizing just how foolish you’d been. “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like I didn’t like you. You were always so kind to me. It wasn’t fair of me to transpose my past onto you.”

He touched your face, his palm warm and gentle. “Don’t apologize, doll. We made it to this point…even if we did take the long way around. If this means I get to spend every moment with you, then it’s worth it.”

Every moment? “At least for now, right?” you asked softly, doubt seeping into your voice.

Bucky shook his head. “For as long as you’re willing to put up with me. You’re my person.”

You inhaled sharply. That sounded a whole lot like forever…because there was no way you were ever giving him up. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me, Bucky, because I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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You leave feather light kisses along his skin, trailing your lips closer to where he needs you. Neither of you dare to break eye contact, feeling safe in each other’s gaze. As your affections move their way upward, so do your hands, taking your time to cover every inch of skin you can reach until you meet the hem of his boxers. You watch him closely, scanning for any sign of discomfort, delicately gliding your fingers beneath the elastic waistband. With a flick of his tongue, you pull them slowly down his thighs, and a shaky sigh leaves his lungs. You smile.

You want tonight to be about Bucky. Your sweet, selfless, wonderful Bucky.

You want to show him all the love in the world and more, and you want to help him understand that he deserves every bit of it.

You delicately wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft, gently squeezing before licking a long stripe up the side. His eyes close momentarily before opening right back up to look at you. You can tell by the way he’s eying you that he’s trying to soak in every little detail.

You’re sure your pupils are in the shape of hearts.

His breath wavers as you wrap your lips around his tip, gently swirling your tongue around it before experimentally licking the slit. His shiny lips part in a gentle moan, breathy and light, and you feel your confidence boost when he relaxes further into the bedding.

You continue swirling around the head a few times before you take all of him. You slowly sink down, watching his jaw drop lower and lower, until your nose brushes against his skin. You watch him through watery eyes, glowing at the way his head lulls back. His breathing picks up, letting out sweet little sighs as you start to pick up your pace with it. You already feel dizzy at the sight of him, lips parted and chest heaving, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

You let your tongue flatten against the underside of his length, heart squeezing in your chest when you notice his fingers twitch at his sides. You intertwine your fingers with his, placing his left hand on the top of your head. The warmth of your skin against his grounds him.

Your unwavering eye contact is all he needs to know that you’re okay with him touching you. He’s allowed to touch you like this.

It’s just him and you.

His cool mechanical fingers tangle lightly in your hair as you continue your ministrations. You can tell when he stops himself from being vocal, and you squeeze his hand to reassure him that it’s okay. That you want him to feel good. You want to hear him.

The closer you bring him to release, the more relaxed he becomes under your touch. You’re sure to keep your pace nice and steady; Just enough to gradually bring him over the edge. You want to make sure he feels it in his bones.

His moans are soft, gentle sighs, and groans, and whimpers of your name tumbling from his lips. You hold his hand through it all, never looking anywhere but at him, even if his eyes need to shut for a moment or two.

You can tell he’s right on the edge when his hand moves from your hair to cheek, gently holding you still with “I love you” falling from his lips. He happily lets you take him apart and put him back together again.

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“... hope you find a good way to cool off because you're going to need it.”

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Heated Punishment

Pairing: Omega!Bucky x Alpha!reader

Summary: Omega Bucky goes into heat, but his alpha isn’t too happy with him when he tries to hide from her

Warnings: Smut, mommy kink, omega!Bucky, sub!Bucky, soft!dom reader, also mean!dom reader, Bucky gets a boner fighting Natasha, handjob, edging, cock slapping, exhibitionism?, dirty talk, masturbation (Bucky), handcuffs, sex toys (cock ring), overstimulation, turns into free use?, begging, crying during sex (I have a problem), subspace, way too much cum but I couldn’t help myself, aftercare, worried Bucky

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Written with the amazing @buckys-wintersoldier and this was her idea so go give her some love! She really helped me so much with the direction of this fic. I can say that's the best a/b/o story i have ever read. And I'm in love with that! You should definitely give it a try because your panties will be destroyed with so much arousal — you didn't know you have such an amount down there!

Bucky grunts, dodging another punch thrown at him by Natasha. They had been going at it for hours, pinning each other down, punching and kicking. Even though he was a super soldier, he was an omega. His natural instinct was to submit to the alpha in front of him. If he was any other omega he would have, but the years of training kept his mind clear.

“C’mon, Buck, that all you got?” He growls at her taunt, throwing his next punch into her side, too fast for her to move out of the way. She gasps, leaning over to catch her breath before flinging her head back up. “You hit like a girl.” Natasha’s words pissed him off, not wanting to be shown up by the alpha in front of him, but it was getting hard for him to resist submitting to her.

He’s never struggled this much. He had his own alpha that took care of him, but right now, the unmated alpha before him was stirring something inside of him. Natasha stopped for a second, sniffing the air before her eyes darkened. She could smell his heat. About to call off the match, not wanting to be near her best friend’s omega right before his heat, she lets her guard down, only for Bucky to pin her to the ground, straddling her.

Natasha gasps at the sudden impact on her back, even more surprised when Bucky whines, high pitched and needy. His hips buck into her stomach unconsciously, jerking back when he realizes his cock is hard and throbbing. A whimper leaves his lips, he got hard for another alpha. He didn’t want Natasha, but he couldn’t help the way his body reacted.

“I-I’m sorry, alpha, I didn’t mean to-” Shame fills his body. How could he betray his alpha like this? The only person to take care of him in 80 years.

“Bucky, it’s not your fault. You’re about to go into heat.” His head shoots up. Bucky didn’t even realize he was going into heat. Now he feels even worse. Another alpha was near him when he was about to go into heat.

Without stopping, Bucky gets up and runs straight past your room and straight into his. Not wasting a second to jump into the shower and wash away his disgust. His cock is still hard, precum steadily leaking from his tip. He wants to touch himself so bad, to give himself some sort of relief, but he can’t. He didn’t get this erection from you, not deserving to pleasure himself.

The longer he is in the shower, however, the harder his cock begs for friction, balls heavy with cum, desperate to relieve the pressure building up. One touch won’t hurt, right? His hand sneaks down his slick body slowly inching his way to his cock. He barely touches himself when the door to the bathroom shoots open. Without a second thought, Bucky pulls his hand away, turning to see you enter the bathroom, and you are pissed.

“Omega!” Bucky felt his cock pulse at your anger, finding it sexy. He whimpers, balls filling up with more cum. “You think you could get away with the stunt you pulled earlier? Think Natasha wouldn’t tell me how your dick got hard, humping her like a dirty slut? You think your alpha wouldn’t want to know you were in heat? What? Did you not want your alpha to take care of you?” Even through his lust filled haze, he can hear the hurt in your voice.

“No! I didn’t know I was in heat! Would have came to you, alpha. I was ashamed. Didn’t want you to be mad at me.” Bucky gulps, even through his fear, his cock still pulses, hot and heavy, ready for his alpha to take him.

You growl, the sound sending shivers down his spine, making his hips buck into the air and he moans. “You think this is funny, Omega?” You storm over to the shower, turning the water off and pulling Bucky out, not bothering to dry him off.

“Get on the fucking bed.” He has never seen you so mad, not at him anyway. The omega in him was bouncing around, trying to decide if he thought this was hot, or if he just wanted to be a good boy for you. Both, he wanted both. You sat him down on the edge of the bed, straddling his lap.

“Wanna be a dirty whore? Then you’re going to be treated like one.” Your hand wraps around his cock, jerking it hard and fast, not easing him into it at all.

“Fuck, alpha, so fucking good. So hard for you.” You pull your hand away but before Bucky can complain, your hand comes back down, slapping his cock, making it jolt around. “SHIT! Why did you do that?” You don’t answer him, only hitting him again, harder this time. “PLEASE.” You give him one more slap before pulling your hand away.

“You know why you got your dick slapped, Omega?” Bucky shakes his head. “Because you’re a liar. You’re not hard for me, are you? No, you got hard for another alpha.”

“Only hard for you, promise.” You don’t say anything back, only jerking his cock harder and faster than before. “Alpha, gonna cum, gonna cum, please.” And just like that, you pull away and stand, turning around and about to head to the bathroom to shower. “Alpha! Where are you going? Please! Cock so hard. Hurts. Need you to help, balls are so fucking full.”

Turning back to him, you tilt your head. “You think you deserve to cum when you’re acting like a little whore, just because you’re in heat?” You stalk over to him, like he was your prey. You grab his jaw, forcing him to look into your eyes. “Get dressed, we’re going to movie night.” Letting go of his jaw with more force than necessary, you turn and walk away. “And don’t you dare think about touching your cock.”

Bucky scrambles to get dressed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that was inside out, not caring that he was still soaking wet from his shower. He follows you, sneaking into the bathroom only to be caught when a heady moan slips from him. Cock pulsing with every beat of his heart. “You wanna watch your alpha shower, but you better not touch your cock. That is only for me. You hear me?” Bucky frantically nods his head, agreeing to anything you say.

He pants as he watches you strip, each piece of clothing you remove making his balls heavier. Without a glance back to him, you get in the shower, not bothering to close the curtain. With so much blood rushing to his dick, Bucky feels lightheaded, needing to sit down on the bathroom floor, looking up at his alpha, pupils completely blown.

He swears he could cum just at the sight of you, body soaking wet, soap suds making your body slick. His hand moves to his dick unconsciously, needing some relief. His cock was starting to become too painful, balls needing to be drained. “You’re getting yourself into more and more trouble, omega.” That knocks Bucky out of his stupor, pulling his hand away, still left unsatisfied.

The rest of your shower is uneventful, Bucky finally listening, even though you don’t give in to his whines about his cock and balls. Scenting him before you leave, he follows you like a lost puppy, the bulge in his pants extremely noticeable.

The two of you are there first and you walk Bucky to the most secluded area in the room, where no one could see the two of you. You cover the both of you up with a blanket, making sure that the others won’t be able to see his cock about to burst. The others arrive not too long after and you can see the other alphas take a deep breath faintly smelling the scent of Bucky’s heat, only hidden by your scent.

Bucky tries to hide himself behind you, the omega in him desperate to get away from the other alphas, only wanting to be surrounded by you. The further he crawls into you, the harder it is to resist dragging him back to your room and fucking him until he passes out.

You have to be the strong one now, making Bucky wait until he physically can’t anymore. Eventually, the other alphas settle down and everyone is watching the movie. Well everyone except for you and Bucky. Your omega is curled up into you like he was trying to live inside your skin. Usually, you would think it’s cute, but right now he is testing your will.

He finds the small crack in your disposition and you sneak your hand over, resting it on his thigh under the blanket. His entire body tenses, desperate for any type of release. You slowly move your hand up his thigh, feeling how impossibly hard your mate is. He has to bite your shoulder to stop the pornographic moan that leaves him, lucky that an action scene is unfolding on screen.

You only get a few strokes of your hand before you stop, pulling your hand away, knowing that he was about to cum. The look Bucky gives you is wild; like he was a feral animal, caged and ready to pounce at any given moment. It makes you smirk and the rest of your restraint leaves your body.

Grabbing his wrist, you pull the both of you up and leave the room, not saying a word to anyone. As soon as you get inside your room you push Bucky down on the bed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at your display of dominance. “Strip, omega.” It was a simple order, one that Bucky had no problem following. While he was frantically throwing his clothes across the room, you head over to the dresser, pulling out one of your favorite toys - a cock ring.

When Bucky sees what you’re holding, he whines, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, hoping that you won't use it on him, at least not tonight. Not when his balls are so heavy, so full of cum that it is painful. He needs to cum in you, he can’t wait, but you’re not playing fair.

“Ah, ah, none of that now. You know why I’m using this right?” Bucky doesn’t know how it happened, but you’re naked, slowly walking over to him.

“Because I was bad, alpha.” Heat rises to his cheeks, never wanting to disappoint his alpha.

You sigh, dropping to the bed to grab his cock. You don’t even need to use any lube to work the ring down his cock. He’s been leaking precum all day. If you looked at the front of his sweatpants you would see the huge wet stain on the front. His entire cock was slick, precum still steadily dripping from his tip.

He hisses at your bare hand touching him, attempting to buck his hips up to get more friction. You just pull your hand off and slap his thigh. After he calms down you work the ring to the base of his cock. You purposefully chose a size that was just too small for him, wanting to make sure he wouldn’t cum without permission.

“No, omega, that’s not why you have to wear the ring. You have to wear the ring because you act like a bitch in heat as soon as you’re in my pussy.” Bucky’s toes curl, hips jerk, and he lets out a shameless moan making you glad Tony had soundproofed the walls.

“Please, alpha, promise I won’t cum until you tell me. My balls are so fucking heavy, need to fuck you, please.” Tears well up in Bucky’s eyes, needing some type of release. You aren’t fairing much better, cunt throbbing to be filled with his cock.

You straddle his waist, grabbing his cock and sitting down without preamble, not wasting a second to start bouncing on him. “ALPHA, FUCK M’GONNA CUM.” He could feel it, could feel the cum trying to make its way out of his balls and up his cock, but it couldn’t, the cock ring too tight around him, not letting anything get past.

“Gonna cum already? Barely been inside me.” The moans Bucky lets out completely drown out yours.

“Please, please, take it off, let me cum. Will be so good to you, please. Need it so bad. Cock hurts, alpha, please make it stop.” There was a constant stream of tears running down your pretty omega’s face, too lost in pleasure to form a coherent sentence, only able to beg you to drain his sack for him.

His hands fly to your hips, feet planting on the bed so he can thrust up into you harder and harder. The feeling of his cum filled sack slapping against your ass almost makes you cum; however, your omega knows better, he knows not to try and take control when you haven’t told him to. No matter how good it felt to be pounded into like his own personal fleshlight, you have to punish your omega for breaking the rules.

Pushing his arms off of you, you pull yourself off his cock. “Alpha, nonono, come back, need to feel your pussy, can’t be outside of it, need my cock back in, please!” There wasn’t a single thought in his brain, only the carnal need to fuck your pussy until his balls were empty and his cock was too sensitive to keep going.

Instead of listening to his begging, you get off the bed once again, heading back to the dresser to get out three pairs of handcuffs. Before you even turn around you hear the shlickshlickshlick of Bucky fucking his fist as fast as he can, trying and failing to coax an orgasm out of himself. Shaking your head, you turn around, Bucky’s eyes rake over your body, not stopping the assault on his cock until you get to the bed and grab them, placing them over his head.

“You wanna be bad? Then you’re going to have to deal with the consequences.” Bucky can’t even find the strength to protest, letting you move his hands to the headboard, cuffing one hand and passing the cuff through a bedpost before cuffing the other.

You look him in the eyes, red and puffy, yet still blown. He knows what you want. “Not too tight, feels good.” With a nod you move down to his left leg, pulling in diagonal to the post at the bottom, handcuffing it. You look up at him, only moving to the next leg when he nods. You do the same to his right leg, but this time he shakes his head. “Little too tight, alpha.” When you go to loosen the cuff Bucky frantically shakes his head. “It’s okay alpha, you don’t have to loosen it.”

You narrow your eyes at him, knowing that he’s only saying that because he’s in subspace, not wanting to disappoint you, willing to be uncomfortable just to make you happy. “Omega, you know better than that. You know that your alpha doesn’t like when you lie to her.” Bucky hangs his head in shame as you loosen the handcuff and put it on again. As you crawl back on his lap you grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “You know not to lie to your alpha, but since you’re so pussy drunk, I’ll let you get away with it this one time.”

When he looks back into your eyes, you slam yourself down again, riding him with renewed vigor. You could hear the clink of the handcuffs as he tries to pull against them, desperate to thrust up into you, or even touch any part of you. “Oh, fuck mommy, please let me cum, feel like my balls are going to burst, they’re so heavy.” With all his whining, Bucky was pushing you closer to the edge. He was slipping further and further into subspace, bringing out the most submissive side of him. The little jerks of his hips making your pussy leak more.

“Are you gonna wait for your mommy to cum, huh? Don’t you want to feel her milk you cock dry?”

A desperate whine leaves his mouth, eyes locked into your tits, just watching them bounce, mouth slackjaw. “Yesyesyes, wanna make you cum, wanna feel you around me.”

With every bounce, you grind your hips down, the coarse curls at the base of him rubbing your clit. You can feel your orgasm bubbling up, tightening a knot in your belly. “Yeah, Omega? Gonna make your mommy cum? Gonna make her cream all over your dick?”

Bucky can only nod, puff of air leaving his lips in between salacious groans. He can feel his cock swell, his knot growing at the base of him, increasing the pressure from the ring, making it painful. “Mommy, think-think I’m gonna blow.”

“Hold it baby, mommy’s almost there.” You speed up your hips, feeling the size of his cock get bigger and bigger. “My little clit is fucking pulsing, baby, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Gonna make your mommy so proud of you.”

It all happens at once. The swell of his cock too much and the ring holding his orgasm in place breaks, flying onto the bed somewhere. At that exact moment, his cock practically explodes with cum. “MOMMY, OH FUCK. OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT. TOO MUCH.” Bucky was screaming, the soundproofed walls doing nothing to hide the sounds of his orgasm. “Fuck, so much cum. Mommy, why won’t it stop, can’t stop cumming, fuuucckk.”

Your pussy clenches around his cock, cumming just as hard as him, cunt trying desperately to keep his load inside even though it is futile. You can’t even make a sound, eyes rolling back, body convulsing around his, you fall onto his chest, feeling the shake of his whole body.

“Mhmmmmm, mommy, leaking so much, getting my cum all over, fuck, my balls are still so fucking heavy, need to fill you again, can I mommy? Please want to keep fucking you.” You can’t even feel your fucking toes and his cock is still rock hard inside of you.

Mustering up all the strength left in your body, you get up and undo his handcuffs from his hands and feet. As soon as his hands are free, they fly down to his cock, one hand wildly stroking his cock, his other hand fondling his balls, trying to tempt another load out of himself. When his feet are free, he plants them on the bed, bucking his hip uncontrollably, moaning so hysterically almost thought he was in pain.

“Please, come back, mommy. Want to cum in your pussy.” You flop down on the bed, laying on your stomach, for you being the alpha out of the two of you, sometimes you just couldn’t keep up with him.

“Use your mommy how you want, omega, make yourself feel good.” The poor thing was practically sobbing at this point, so needy to fuck you. Bucky doesn’t waste any time, hastily straddling your ass, slipping his dick back into its rightful home.

“Yesyesyes, s’goods’good, can’t stop, mommy, needed this so bad.” Without warning Bucky squats over you, slamming his hips into yours. The clap of your ass against his hips causes your ass to bounce. He watches with rapt attention, almost wailing at the sight, another load about to leave his cock. “Mommy, your ass is so fucking hot. How does it move like that, oh shit. Bout to cum again, can’t fucking stop it.”

Bucky can’t stop fucking you, not even when his knot swells, just rutting against you as much as he can until it goes down, letting him pull his cock out almost all the way before slamming right back in.

His cock dragging against your walls over and over again, stretching you in the most delicious way, is almost too much. You can’t help but moan anyway, fighting with yourself if you want to push him away or beg for more. His thrusts only get more and more frantic, desperately searching for another orgasm.

“Mommy, want you to cum for me again. Please give it to me.” He rolls his hips, each stroke hitting your sweet spot without fail.

“Can’t, omega, just want you to make yourself feel good, just want you to fill me up until you’re satisfied.” This only makes Bucky thrust even harder and a loud keen leaves your lips.

“I need you to cum, mommy. Just one more, please, just give me one more, I swear, s’all I want.” You couldn’t deny your sweet omega when he was begging so beautifully. There was no way your body wouldn’t listen to the pleas of your mate.

His hips slap against yours even faster, the coil in your belly getting tighter, feeling like it was about to break. “Fuck, ‘mega, gonna cum for you.” The only sound Bucky can get out is a breathy Uh huh.

You can feel the swell of his knot, the friction doing nothing to slow Bucky’s movements. “Yeah, mommy, I want your cum, need your cum, please.” His begging was the final straw, your orgasm washing over you. Blinding white pleasure thrums throughout your body, pussy clenching so hard that Bucky’s knot pops, locking him to you as he pumps his cum in your welcoming hole. “Mommy, you’re making my cock feel so fucking good, giving you so much cum, can’t stop it.”

You can’t even hear Bucky’s whines and groans as he rides out his final orgasm of the night, too lost in your own pleasure, blood rushing through your ears, barely feeling Bucky collapse on your back, legs no longer able to hold himself up. You don’t know how long it takes for the both of you to come down, but by the time you do his knot has deflated, yet his cock stays buried in the warmth of your cunt.

The weight of his body is soothing, helping to ground yourself after such an intense session, but your omega is pure muscle and soon you’re struggling to breath. “Can’t breathe, ‘mega, need you to roll over.” Bucky whines and rolls the both of you over on your sides, keeping his cock nestled inside of you.

You know that Bucky needs to be held and taken care of no matter how much you just want to lay down and sleep with him. Bucky whines when you leave his arms, cock slipping out of you. “It’s okay, omega, let your alpha take care of you, just gotta get you cleaned up.” The pout on his face makes it almost impossible for you to leave him, but you have to in order to clean him up.

As quickly as you can, you head to the bathroom, trying to ignore the copious amount of cum leaking down your legs. After peeing and cleaning yourself up, you grab the softest washcloth and wet it with warm water and walk back to the bed to find Bucky still pouting and waiting for you.

A small giggle leaves your lips as you climb back into bed. Before you move to clean him up you look at him, silently asking him for permission to touch his spent cock. Of course he does, nodding his head in confirmation, just wanting his alpha to take care of him. He tries not to wiggle too much when you bring the cloth to his sensitive skin. You move as fast as you can while still being cautious of overstimulating him even further, not wanting to draw it out, throwing the rag somewhere across the room so you could pull him to your chest after getting under the covers.

“Alpha?” Bucky’s voice is soft and timid, slightly muffled by his face in the crook of your neck.

“Yes, omega.” Your voice is welcoming, trying to ease his worry.

“Were you really mad at me earlier? With what happened with Natasha.” You could feel his whole body tense, worried that he was a bad omega.

Pulling him up to look him in the eyes you can’t help but to feel your heart break at the uncertainty that covers his face. “Of course not, omega, I know that it was just your body’s response and you didn’t actually want her. I would never blame you for something you can’t control. But I would like it if you came to me to help you, not hiding away from me. But if I did anything to make you feel less than I need you to tell me. Did you not like it when I talked to you like that?”

Bucky frantically shakes his head no. “No, alpha, I loved it, I just-” His eyes break off from yours, heat creeping up his face.

“Oh, ‘mega, is your brain feeling fuzzy right now?” He gets this way sometimes, when he is so deep in subspace that nothing makes sense except for his alpha, knowing how much he was loved and cared for.

Bucky only nods, not having the energy to speak. “That’s okay. Just lay down with me and get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Could I have a kiss, please.” A small smile crosses your face, eyes scrunching up. How could you say not to your perfect omega. Leaning up, you give Bucky a gentle kiss, conveying all the love you feel for him, all the love that you can’t put into words. That was all Bucky needed to lay his head down on your chest, wrapping his arms around you, cuddling you like a teddy bear knowing that he was safe from everything and everyone when he was in your arms.

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maybe angel!reader helping bucky thru a panic attack? like he thinks when he dies hes gonna suffer in hell for the stuff the winter soldier did and we calm him down and help him? u can add smut if u want but u dont have to !!

My Guardian, My Angel, My Love

Pairing: Bucky x angel!reader

Summary: For the first time Bucky gets to experience peace because of his sweet angel.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Angst?, actually a lot of angst, I don’t know how it got that way but it did, it gets happy though, fluff, smut (I can’t help myself), oral f!receiving, handjob, awkward sex talk, like really awkward, talk about heaven and dying, talk about life after death and immortality, angels based off of Supernatural but I changed a few things, blood, nearly dying, gunshots, reader doesn’t have a soul but can still love because I said so, reader knows when and how everyone dies but can’t tell them, reader has wings, 3rd person, age gap (reader is eons old), wings being a metaphor for sexual assault?, think Maleficent, no use of Y/N, so many emotions

A/N: This is not supposed to force any religion nor be an accurate representation of any religion. I din't go with panic attack, rather I had him almost die. I was feeling angsty

The moment Bucky’s knees hit the ground he knows it's over, that this is the end. He knew this was the way he would go out, on a mission, desperately trying to atone all his misdeeds. Tendrils of pain shot throughout his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. When his side hit the ground, he knew it wouldn’t be too long before he went, limbs feeling too heavy. He couldn’t hear Steve screaming for help, scrambling for anything to stop the bleeding.

What Bucky did hear though, was a ruffle, almost like a flock of birds flying by, then a figure he’d never seen before stood above him. She’s here to take me. It didn’t strike Bucky as odd that she was the only thing that was clear, the rest of his view blurry and unfocused. He tried to speak, he really did, but no words came out, the breath leaving his lungs not enough to push any words out.

The woman crouches down, hand cupping his cheek with such softness tears leave his eyes, wiped away by Steve in the quinjet who seemingly can’t see her. “Close your eyes, my love. When you wake up, I’ll be there.” Fuck, this is really happening. Fear coursed through his body, scared of what punishment his sins earned him. I deserve to go to hell for what I’ve done.

A guttural whine passes his lips; Steve chokes back sobs next to his lifelong friend. “Shh, none of that, now. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise. You can rest now.” All at once, the pain is gone. Bucky feels like he’s floating - it’s wonderful.

Bucky has no problem opening his eyes. What the fuck? This is hell? Well damn. The most wonderful sound meets his ears - a giggle, soft and delicate. “No, my love, this is not hell and you’re not dead.” She comes into view. She’s gorgeous. Wait, I’m alive! Apparently, Bucky says that last part because Steve’s gasp enters his ears.

“Yeah, Buck, you’re alive. Gave us a scare though, didn’t uh, didn’t know if you would make it.” Bucky doesn’t respond right away, too busy looking around for his mystery woman, only to be met with the walls of the med bay. “Hey, I’m right here, Buck, look at me.” It’s not the woman, rather it’s Steve.

“How long was I out? What happened?”

“A few days. It was touch and go for some time but you bounced back. When we were on the mission, Hydra had a sniper posted outside. He got you right in the stomach.” Bucky could hear the emotion in Steve’s voice, the fear of losing his best friend still leaving him shaken up.

“Well, they’re a pretty shitty shot if you ask me. Could have gotten one right between the eyes with one of those shit guns we got in the war.” Steve coughs out a laugh, turning into a belly laugh a few seconds later. Bucky would laugh with him, but the bullet wound in his abdomen says he shouldn’t. He still doesn’t see the woman, though. Maybe I just made her up.

A few days later, doctor Cho gives him the all clear to leave the med bay; however, he’s off duty for the foreseeable future and not any amount of his grumbling changed her mind. Still, Bucky hasn’t seen the woman. He feels a little crazy that he misses her, well crazier.

Slowly, he makes his way to his room. Steve offered to help but Bucky wanted to do this on his own, having been tended to his whole stay in hospital. He puts in his password on the keypad Tony installed when Bucky first arrived, when the fear that Hydra would come back and take him was too much to bear. His room is the same way he left it, except for a woman on his bed. Not just any woman though, it was his mystery lady.

Someone’s gonna have to put me in the cuckoo's nest. She laughs as if she can hear his thoughts. God, I hope not. “God has bigger things to worry about than such an inconspicuous fear as that, my love.” She sits up, facing him, the most beautiful smile gracing her lips.

“Can you hear my thoughts?” He feels like he already knows the answer, but asks anyway. If this woman is made up, of course she can read his mind. She just smiles and rises to her feet, walking over to him.

“What do you think, my love?” She tilts her head, a soft smile still resides on her lips. He feels so safe with her and she isn’t even real, just a figment of his imagination, a ruse to comfort himself in what he thought were his last moments. “I am very real, I’ll have you know.”

Bucky doesn’t know why, but he believes her. He believes this woman who showed up randomly on a field, who his best friend couldn’t see, and who disappeared without a trace. “How then? How did you do it?”

“Do what, my love?” She grabs his hand and leads him to the bed, helping him sit, finding a spot next to him.

“Save me, hear my thoughts, hide from Steve, disappear, get into my room, all of it. It’s not natural. Either you’re a ghost, or a mutant, or a reaper who was trying to take me. I don’t know, but you’re something.” Another laugh escapes her. He should be terrified of her, but he can’t find it in himself to be, her presence emanating calm.

“Well aren’t you a clever one? However, I’m none of those things nor did I save you. It just wasn’t your time yet. I’m an angel, though, to answer your question.” Bucky just stares, not believing her. This has to be a joke. “No joke, my love. If you want, I can prove it to you.” Bucky doesn’t even question why she calls him my love, the sound of it just too nice to stop.

Bucky just nods, words failing him. She rises to her feet, turning to stand in front of him. He hears them before he sees them, the same ruffle he heard as he lay dying. Then he sees them. A pair of dark wings coming from her back. She doesn’t spread them all the way, too big to fit in the small space of his room. “They’re black.” She throws her head back, a loud, beautiful laugh fills his ears.

“That was your first thought? You don’t like them? Personally I think they’re quite nice.” It was the first thing that came to his mind, the rest blank. Maybe he should have asked for more proof, but he knows she would never lie to him. He doesn’t know how he knows, he just does.

“I don’t know. I guess I just thought they’d be white. With the whole angel thing, you know?” She hums.

“There is a lot humans have wrong about us. I mean, plenty of us have white wings, but they come in many colors. If you can believe it, this isn’t even my true form.” Bucky is confused, she looks so real. A tangible human, someone he can touch.

“What is your true form then? Can I see it?” That’s a little personal to ask, dumbass.

“Well, that is a little complicated. Only one human has seen my true form and it didn’t go well. I thought she could handle it, but when she saw me, well let’s just say she couldn’t see from then on.” Bucky’s eyes widened, not expecting that answer. “Anything else you want to ask me?”

Her wings are still out, folded against her back. They look so soft. “Can I touch your wings?” Her wings shift slightly. If he wasn’t trained to observe everything and everyone, Bucky wouldn’t have known that she was uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t know-”

“That’s okay. An angel’s wings are very personal. They’re sensitive and even for an ethereal being, it's very personal - intimate.”Clearing her throat, she changes the subject. “I know your name, my love. Might I say, it’s very pretty, but you don’t know mine.” Bucky picks up on her attempt to move his attention away from her wings.

“What is it then? I can’t call you angel forever, however fitting it may be.”

“Well I don’t exactly have a name. I’m a cherubim. The only angels who have names are the archangels, the first borns.”

It was Bucky’s turn to smile.”My little cherub.” She doesn’t tell him that cherub is the plural of cherubim. Until this day, Bucky didn’t know that angels could get shy, yet here his sweet cherub is, shying away from his piercing eyes. He bets if he felt her face he would feel the heat on them. “I have to ask though, my little cherub, why did you come to me?”

She became serious, staring right into his eyes. “Because God commanded it.”

“What does God want to do with me? Out of all the people in this world, he chose me?” A pained look crossed her face and she walked over to him, kneeling in front of him like he was her God. Her hands ran up his arms, goosebumps rising at the pass of her hands. He almost stopped breathing - he could feel her hand on his left arm. He hasn’t felt anything with that hand since he fell of that train.

Hands still rising, she cups his face with both hands, making him look into her eyes. “You don’t think you deserve to be saved.” It wasn’t a question. She knew. “That is why he sent me. He sent me because you deserve it. You deserve to let go.” At that moment, Bucky broke down. Sobbing uncontrollably, somehow without pain in his fresh wound.

She pulls him into her, wrapping her arms around him. His face buried in her neck, arms clutching her back. She hesitates for a second, no one having touched her wings in thousands of years, yet she cocoons him with them, shielding him from the world. It only makes Bucky cry harder, her wings holding every bit of softness he thought they would. The comfort she brings unlike any other he experienced before.

Her arms rub his back as she coos to him. Soft words spoken into his hair. “Shh, my love, I’m here. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again. I will die before I let that happen.” The conviction in her tone sets him off more, unable to comprehend someone would do that for him without a second thought. A being, older than he can even fathom, is ready to give it all away for a mesley human. A speck of dust in her life. His entire existence no longer than a second when compared to hers.

That’s how it was for a while, Bucky’s sweet cherub staying with him. At night she would wrap her wings around him, keeping him safe. Bucky knows that her powers are the reason his nightmares are gone. At first he was glad that he could finally sleep, but then the guilt crept in. Why should he be allowed to forget the horrors he committed? Their families didn’t get that condolence.

When he told her this she wasn’t having any of it, wings jerking in annoyance. It was something that he picked up on, how when she experienced emotions her wings would move in different ways, always giving her away.

“I swear, my love, you’re going to make my wings turn gray with all this. I have lived a long life, longer than you can comprehend, so when I tell you that I have seen the best and the worst of this world, I mean it. And you, my love, are a good man. There is a reason God sent me to you.” Her wings surrounded him and he felt himself relax. “There is no quest to send you on, no mission that the world hangs in the balance of. It’s just you. A man who needs to see the good in himself.” Bucky hangs his head in shame, not meeting her eyes.

“You think your purpose is suffering for the things you couldn’t control? My purpose is to save you. My love,” she cups his face in her hands, wiping away the tears he didn’t know had formed, “I have done far worse things in my life. Horrific things, yet I’m here right now, with you. Please, let me take your pain away.”

None of this was easy for Bucky. No one has ever had their sole purpose be him. Back in the forties he took care of Steve, he stepped up when his father left. When he was no longer the Winter Soldier, Steve helped him, but Steve’s care never felt like this. Bucky knows that he’s fallen in love with her. He knows that she knows, but what he doesn’t know is if she feels the same.

What he doesn’t know is that she is fighting the same battle, the feeling of love is one she has never had before. It all came to a head one night, Bucky wrapped in her wings, her head on his chest. “Cherub?” She felt the vibrations in his chest.

“Yes, my love.”

“You said that we could be together for the rest of my life, right?” She did say that when he was worried that she would leave him after her mission was complete.

“I did.” One thing about her is that she never gave long answers to questions, not used to having to talk with humans.

“What happens when I die? Where will I go? I want you to be there with me.”

She sighed, thinking about how to convey her words properly. “When you die… you’ll go to heaven. It has already been decided. If you choose, when you go, I will be there with you for the rest of our existence, but you don’t have to make a decision now. My body will age with yours, follow you to the end of your life. When your time comes, we will leave and go to heaven where we will both be young again.”

Without hesitation Bucky answers, “I want that. I want you to be with me for the rest of eternity.” There was no doubt in his mind. Even though he met her a few months ago, he knew. “I have to ask, what is heaven like?”

She sits up a bit, shifting to lay on his chest, wings still cocooning them, keeping them in their own little bubble. “There is no one heaven. Not everyone who ever went there is in the same place. Heaven is made up of small pockets of personal heavens. People who lost their loved ones meet again, your happiest memories are relived, there is no pain or sorrow, you can have anything you want.”

Bucky felt the pull of his chest, emotion bubbling up. “Is my ma there? And Becca?” The words come out thick, a lump forms in Bucky’s throat. “Please, don’t lie to me.”

She looks into his eyes. “Yes, they are. They’re together and they’re waiting for you. I have seen them myself, right before I left to meet you. They talk very highly of you, my love.”

Tears fall from his face, the pain in his chest all the time at the greatest loss of his life eased slightly. “Can I talk to them?” He knows it's a long shot, but if there is a chance he wants it.

“I’m so sorry, my love, but I can’t. Even I don’t have the power to do that. If I could, I would.” A pained whine leaves his lips. “Hey, you know who is waiting for you too?” She waits a beat before speaking anyway. “Your dog from when you were a kid. He’s in his prime, always will be. His days are spent chasing rabbits around the yard.”

“Balto’s up there too?” A small smile graced his face, crows feet appearing by his eyes.

“Yeah. If it is any consolation, time passes differently up there. The longing you feel right now for them, they feel the same only it’s made easier by us.” Bucky only nods, staring into her eyes, seeing nothing but truth. His eyes flicker to her lips and back up. “You can, my love, I want you to.”

That was all Bucky needed to hear. Gently cupping her cheek, he guided her lips to his. There was no rush, no sense of urgency. They had all the time in the world and then some. Bucky never felt anything this good in his life and he was only kissing her. When she licked his lips, he opened mouth without a thought, brain clouded with love just for her.

He moaned into the kiss, the feeling of her tongue on his incredible. At his sound, Bucky felt her wings flutter under him. Breaking the kiss, he giggled. Bucky actually giggled. She reared her head back, slightly affronted by his laugh when she just kissed him.

“I’m sorry, my little cherub, it’s just that your wings tickled me.” She huffs and a second later, her wings are gone the only sign they were ever out is the small black feather on the bed. “No, cherub, don’t put them away. I love them.” She wasn’t really offended, but she wanted to tease him a bit.

Her wings were always out around Bucky, comfortable enough to reveal the most intimate and personal part of herself to him. He was the first human in thousands of years to touch them, but he was the only one to be wrapped in them. The only time they were touched was when a man cut them off her back. It was a time when she trusted humans, not knowing the atrocities they were capable of.

Her wings were white then, when she was pure and unknowing of the hate humans possessed. God crafted her a new pair. Of course she accepted them, but her feathers turned black, scared she looked to her father. When he said that it was because of the wrongs his creations did, it broke something in her, took away her purity, teaching her a lesson. Father never blamed her for it, he knew she would heal with time. It was part of the reason he sent her to the man she lays in bed with.

Bucky didn’t know this, he didn’t know how much she was betrayed by humans, only for her to trust him and him alone. She playfully glares at him before bringing her wings back out, sitting up on his lap. Gently, more gentle than he has been in years, Bucky reaches out to touch them. She lets him feel them whenever he wants, even wrapping him in them as he sleeps, but this was a completely different setting.

She was so vulnerable at this moment. Her wings flapped, a nervous tick of her’s, making Bucky pull away immediately. “Cherub, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” She swallows before meeting his eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to touch them. It’s just that only one other human has touched them. There was a time where I was naive and innocent, not knowing what humans were capable of.” She pauses and Bucky sits up, back against the headboard and laces his fingers with hers, feeling the softness on his metal hand.

“It was a man, he had a family, a kid and a wife. They struggled to survive, trading their valuables for a slice of bread. Father sent me to help them, take away their sorrows. Said he was an honest man trying to make an honest living.” Bucky senses where her story is going, hoping that it doesn’t end the way he fears, but the pain in her eyes is palpable, a human emotion angels almost never experience.

He waits for her to continue, not forcing her to speak. “At first, they were grateful, having everything they needed. They had their health, food on the table, but the man grew greedy. He wanted more. One day, as I was watching his child in a field, keeping her safe from the horrors of the world, he snuck behind me with a sword he got from a blacksmith, sharper than any blade. He-he cut my wings right off my back.”

Tears fell from her eyes, not having relived that moment for thousands of years. Bucky felt his heart physically ache. She was sent to heal him, but it was his turn to do the same. “You know, my wings used to be white?” She looks into his eyes, red with tears. “When he hurt me, Father took me back to heaven, crafting me another pair. They were white but when he gave them to me, they turned black.”

A whine leaves her lips and Bucky pulls her into him, careful not to touch her wings. “Oh, my sweet little cherub, I’m here and I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I’ve never felt as content as I have with you, never so happy and I will do anything to keep you safe. I love you, no matter what you have done, I’ll still love you.” This only made her cry harder. Human emotions were foreign to her, but spending so much time with Bucky caused her to develop them. It was almost overwhelming, going from not having anything to having so much fill her body.

“Father said that it was because the man took my innocence, showed me the evil of the world. I’ve never seen him apologize for anything, yet that day he was broken, realizing that his creations, even the ones he thought were good, are capable of unspeakable atrocities. They will never turn white again because I’m ruined.” Tears welled up in Bucky’s eyes. His sweet cherub thinking she is anything less than perfect breaks his heart.

“My cherub, you saved me, now let me do the same for you. Let me heal you like you have me.” Leaning back slightly, she took his hands in her own, drawing them up her waist to her back, moving them to touch her wings. At his touch, she gasped, eyes closing forcing more tears to cascade down her face. The feeling of his gentle hands, hands that have done so much harm, resting on the most violated part of her body was something she never thought would happen.

She didn’t know she could love until she met Bucky, finally placing a word to the indescribable warmth that spreads throughout her body every time she thinks of him. “I love you too, my love. Forever and ever, til you die, til the end of time, in heaven and on earth.” They were both crying, neither experiencing the tenderness of love before.

He brings her down, kissing her with as much passion as he possibly could, tasting the mixture of both of their tears. Her arms clutching onto him, trying to get closer. He did the same, one hand running across her wings like he was trying to wash away the taint of betrayal his kind caused.

Shifting on his lap, she feels the bulge of his cock, half hard pressed up against her. Gasping, she pulls away. “Cherub, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, it just-.” She silences him with her lips, drawing a groan from him, subconsciously grinding down onto him. “Cherub, we have to stop, I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re vulnerable right now, I can’t do that to you.”

Her hips stutter on his. “My love, I want to, I need to. Need to be closer to you, please grant me this.” His hands run up and down her sides, soothing the heat of her skin.

“Any time you want to stop, or don’t like something, you tell me. Okay? This is about me showing you how perfect you are.” She nods, kissing him one more time. Bucky’s hands slide up her shirt, resting on her soft skin, palms feeling the goosebump under his touch. Looking up at her for permission to take her shirt off, she nods.

Bucky did that with every piece of clothing, every move he made. Soon they were both naked, her wings splayed out on the bed, twitching in a way he never saw before - arousal. “My, my love, I have to tell you something.” He pulls his eyes away from her wings to look into her eyes. “I’ve never done this before. Angels, we don’t do this, I don’t know what to feel right now.”

Hands cupping her cheeks, he smiles at her, relaxing into his touch. “Do you feel safe?” She nods. “Do you feel like you have to do this for me?” She shakes her head. “Do you want me to please you?” She nods once again. “We don’t have to do anything with this,” he gestures to his throbbing erection.

“I want to, I just need you to show me what to do.” The thought that she trusts him enough to take care of her makes his cock pulse, aching for some type of relief.

“Let me make you feel good, okay? All you have to do is lay back and tell me how it feels.” She nods her head in understanding, worries slowly fading away. He kisses down her body, taking the time to swirl his tongue around his sensitive nipples, grinning at the small gasp it draws from his cherubs lips.

Going further down, his face is right in front of her pussy, smelling her intoxicating scent. “Keep your eyes on me, cherub.” She gulps. For a minute, Bucky just stares at her pussy, breathing her in, memorizing how wet she is before his tongue flicks out onto her clit.

“Oh, that feels good. Can you do it again?” She was so sweet, asking so kindly for him to deliver her pleasure.

“Of course I can.” And with that, Bucky dives into her pussy, restraining himself from devouring her. He groans into her cunt, already addicted to her taste, the moans she lets out are soft and breathy, yet it’s one of the most beautiful things he's ever heard, only competition being her laugh.

“My love, I don’t, what is happening to me?” Bucky pulls away from her cunt, reaching up to lace their hands together.

“Just let that feeling wash over you. It’s okay, I’ll catch you when you fall, I’m here.” He goes right back to her pussy, lapping her juices up, eyes boring into hers. She was twitching on the bed, hips bucking up to meet his tongue. Bucky chuckles when he sees her wings flap, not knowing what to do with the pleasure coursing through her.

Her orgasm comes as a surprise to her, never experiencing one before, nor knowing what they were. Her eyes shoot open, wings beating wildly, body almost convulsing on the soft sheets. Bucky pulls away, not trying to overstimulate her. He almost cums at the sight of her, it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

It takes her a while, but she comes down, wings falling limp on the bed as Bucky crawls up her body, resting in between her legs. “My love, what was that? I thought I was about to die.”

Barking out a laugh, Bucky leans down. “That was an orgasm, sweet cherub. How did it feel?” She whines, not able to put what she felt into words.

“Like nothing I have ever felt before. It was incredible.” Her eyes close. Bucky is perfectly happy to hold her, not caring about his own orgasm, but her eyes shoot open, wide and curious. “Can you have one, too?”

Another laugh leaves him. “Yes, cherub, I can. It’s a little different from yours though.” Her eyes squint in confusion, clearly not understanding what could be different. “Well, for one, what I have looks a little different to yours, doesn’t it?” She nods. Bucky never thought he would be giving “The Talk” to an angel, but here he was. “When I have an orgasm, stuff comes out of this tip, right here.” He grabs his cock to show her.

“Can I see it? How do I make you do that?” It was Bucky’s turn to be surprised.

“Cherub, you don’t have to do that.” Her glare is enough to make Bucky continue. “Um, there are a few different ways. I could put it inside of you, that feels good for you too.”

“In where?” Bucky huffs, not in annoyance, but this talk is turning him off. Not that he’s mad at that, but the conversation feels like talking to a child, someone who hasn’t experienced anything sexual and it wasn’t exactly turning him on, it felt wrong to have this talk naked.

“In this hole right under where I was touching you. There is another one under that, but it’s different from the other. Or your mouth, but also a hand. Pretty much anything that could rub against that area.” Bucky felt his cheeks heat up. His cock was going soft right in front of her eyes.

“Can I do one? I want to see you orgasm.” Her eyes were so bright and eager, he couldn’t say no to his cherub. He nods, only for her to glance down at his soft cock. “Why is it smaller now? I think it’s kind of cute.”

This has to be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to him. No woman has ever called his dick cute, or made a comment on its size when soft. He gets compliments on how big he is when he’s hard, but soft is a different story. He’s a grower not a shower. He has to admit, his encounter is damaging his ego a bit. “It gets bigger when I’m aroused, but if it’s not touched it gets softer.” He’s lying straight through his teeth, he can stay hard for hours without touching his dick.

“If you touch it, it gets big again.” She switches positions, having him on his back, resting between his legs, face right next to his cock. He feels himself twitch and she jerks her head in surprise, giggling at her own reaction. She begins to almost pet him, it feels good but not what he needs.

He reaches down, guiding her hand to gather the precum at his tip, slowly pulling it back down, tightening her grip on his dick. “Oh, wow, it’s getting bigger. It’s so hard.” Her amazement at something so simple as a dick getting hard is endearing.

Bucky grunts when he twists her hand. “I liked that sound.” Her words make him groan again, cock all the way hard. His hips buck into her hand and he lets her hand go, trusting her to keep her pace. It’s slow but firm, driving him insane. He wants her to go faster, harder, but this is about her, letting her discover at her own pace.

“Spit on the tip, it’ll make it easier to move.” She does so without hesitation. Bucky’s head flies back into the headboard, moaning at her soft hands working his cock. “Just like that, cherub, you’re doing so good. This feels incredible.” Bucky meant every word of it. Her hand honestly felt better than the full blown sex he’s had in the past. Maybe it was because he loved her with all his heart, or maybe it was because she was an angel, either way, Bucky didn’t have it in himself to care.

“You look so pretty like this, my love. I love this, making you feel good.” Bucky’s hips pick up speed, feeling his orgasm building up in the base of his cock.

“Cherub, I’m going to cum. Please keep going just like that.” She figures he means orgasm since he is jerking just like she was. The urge to make him orgasm was almost too much to bear, wanting him to show her how beautiful he was when he lets go. “Oh, cherub, I’m about to, oh fuck.” He moans long and loud, cum spurting out of his tip. She gasps at the force of it but doesn’t let up her pace. She had never seen anything more beautiful than her love in this moment.

He has to stop her, not knowing that he needed a break. “Love, I want to make you do that again.” She scoops some of his cum off his stomach with her finger and just stares at it.

“You can taste it if you’d like.” She eagerly licks her fingers, eyes bulging at his taste, dropping down to lick the rest of it off his body. “Come here, cherub.” He pulls her into a kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. He pulls the cover over their bodies, her wings instinctively wrapping around him.

“Thank you, my love, for always taking care of me. I was sent to save you, yet I feel that it’s the other way around.” Bucky doesn’t think so. He knows that she saved him. They fall asleep together and in the morning they will find that her wings are just a bit lighter than the night before.

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special girl.

18+

Being friends with benefits definitely has its perks, especially when the friend in question is as hot as Bucky Barnes - but when you're feeling insecure about the arrangement, Bucky makes it clear to you that you're more than just a friend.

Content Warning: FWB!Bucky x Fem!Reader, mature themes, angst, insecure!reader, mention of reader's unhappy childhood + neglectful parents, hurt/comfort, soft!bucky.

a/n: self indulgent, fluffy cocky bastard bucky to make myself feel better, but i thought you guys might enjoy it too <3 also didn't think i'd be a non-beard girl but the gifs from fresh have me FERAL

You aren't sure how he does it. How he manages to own the room without having to say much at all. He just walks in, two hours late, flashes his brilliant smile, and has everyone in the palm of his hand. It must feel powerful, being in his position. It makes you wonder why he settles for you when he could have any of them.

Stop. Insecurity isn't a cute look.

"And then what happened?" Sharon asks with a gasp, resting her hand on his arm. She's acting a little more drunk than she actually is so that she can get away with being touchy. He doesn't seem to mind.

"What do you think happened?" Bucky replies with that charming smirk. "I told him to go fuck himself."

"Oh, Bucky!" Sharon and the others burst into giggles. "You're too much!"

You mind.

"I don't know if it'll go any further," Laura says with a shrug from her seat next to you. "I mean, Clint's nice and all, but I'm not sure if I feel that spark yet."

"Yet!" Natasha repeats pointedly, squeezing her knee. "You have to give him a proper chance, Laura. He might end up being the love of your life!" The engagement ring on her finger glistens as light from one of the wall sconces bounces off of it.

Out of everyone in this friendship group, you're closest to Natasha and Laura, but you can't help but feel distanced from them during relationship talk. They're the kind of women who get asked on romantic dates and get given flowers and get proposed to, while you're not. You're the kind of woman who guys want to sleep with and keep in their roster for when they're bored late at night. At least, that's what you are to Bucky.

He could have any one of the women here tonight, but he probably knows that they'd be a lot more maintenance than you. You sleep with him without asking for more, and so maybe it's your fault that he doesn't give you anything more. Or maybe he just doesn't want to - after all, that is Natasha and Laura's dating mantra: if he wanted to, he would.

"How about you, muffin?" Natasha's question is directed at you. "Any new leads?"

You shake your head. "Haven't had much time for the apps, to be honest," You say truthfully.

"Just the same old Bucky, then," Laura says teasingly, causing you to roll your eyes.

"We've hooked up, like, two times," You claim. Closer to two hundred. You're not sure why you want to keep the truth under wraps. It isn't like Natasha and Laura would judge you for sleeping with him every week - especially if they knew it was an exclusive agreement - but something about admitting that the closest thing to a relationship you have is a guy who comes around every Tuesday and Saturday to fuck you while your friends are getting engaged and being taken on romantic dates doesn't feel like something you want to do.

"He's probably the hottest guy we know," Laura says as she looks over at him. "If I were you, I'd bag him ASAP."

"Shame about the personality," Natasha grumbles. "If he was nicer, I'd be all for it, but you deserve a sweetheart. I know you're a hopeless romantic at heart."

"Yeah, right," Laura scoffs. "Muffin and romance do not go together."

The difference between your two best friends is that Laura sees you the way you want to be seen, and Natasha sees who you really are. You don't know which one you appreciate more.

Steve's monthly get-together is a good chance for you to catch up with all your friends. Everyone's busy with their jobs and relationships, but the last Friday of every month is reserved for this. Most of these people you don't see outside of these events, but it makes you feel like a social person to be able to say you know enough people to warrant a house party. It's a low-key affair; a sports game nobody really cares about plays on the wide-screen and pizza and snacks cover the coffee table, while everyone engages in conversations and the odd dance now and then.

Everyone brings a bottle and dresses casually, and there's usually a point when Bucky steals you away so you can fool around in one of the empty rooms. In fact, the first time you kissed him was at one of these parties, six months ago. You had just been on the worst date in your life, and Bucky was saying all the right things, and one thing led to another. The night ended with him sleeping over at your place.

"You need to make time for it," Natasha tells you sternly. "Now's the time to slut it up before someone locks you down."

"I agree," Laura chimes in. "Dating is so much fun. As much as I'm not sure about Clint, it is exciting getting to know him."

You sigh inwardly but give them a smile and a nod, hoping they'll drop it. Dating is most certainly not fun for you, and while you're still satisfied with Bucky, you'll keep things the way they are.

"No, Bucky!" Sharon whines from across the room. "I was just getting into that story!"

"Nature calls," He replies smugly as he walks towards the door.

Once he's gone, you stand up and make your way to the kitchen where you make yourself a vodka cranberry. A few minutes later, Bucky walks in, stopping in his tracks when he sees you.

"Woah, are you lost?" He asks, walking over to you with a frown. "The beauty convention's actually a few blocks away."

You roll your eyes at his cheesy line but smile nonetheless, taking a sip of your drink to hide it. "Beauty convention. You're such a dork," You mutter, leaning back against the cabinets.

"How you doing, baby?" He asks as he places his hands on your hips. When he glances down at your drink, you bring the glass up to his lips and he takes a sip.

"Good," You reply simply. "How about you?"

"Good," He echoes, looking you up and down before giving you a confused look. "By the way, do you know what's going on with Sharon? Why does she suddenly wanna fuck me?"

Snorting at his question, you shrug. "Suddenly? Hasn't she always wanted to fuck you?" You wonder.

"No, not this bad," Bucky counters. "She won't stop touching me. Do you think it's my new aftershave?"

You lean forward and sniff his neck, raising a brow. "It's nice, but I prefer what you usually wear," You tell him before narrowing your eyes. "Why are you complaining about a beautiful woman chasing after you?"

"I'm not complaining," He claims. "Simply observing."

"Don't you wanna fuck her?" You ask him curiously.

He almost looks offended at the question, but he quickly returns to his smug demeanor. "That's what I have you for," He says with a wink before leaning in. You move back, paranoid that someone will walk in, and now he looks really offended. "What? I can't kiss you?" Bucky asks with narrowed eyes before he leans in again. This time, you don't move away and instead, you kiss him back.

Kissing Bucky is fun. Usually, you'd be thrown off by the amount of tongue, but something about it being him makes you weirdly okay with it.

"What's your plan tonight?" He asks with a mumble against your lips. "You drive here?"

You shake your head, resting your hands against his broad chest. "I came with Tasha," You inform him. You know better than to bring your car because Bucky always brings his, and when you have the same destination at the end of the night, why take two cars?

"I'll drive you home," He says, as though he has to say it.

Before he can kiss you again, the muted sound of the main room's door opening tells you that someone's on their way to the kitchen. You pull away from Bucky and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close. The door swings open and Sharon walks in, taken aback when she sees the two of you but quickly recovering and making her way to the fridge where she grabs a beer.

"He-ey," She sings casually. "So, this is where the cool kids party, huh?"

"Exactly right," Bucky replies, bumping your hip with his.

You shoot him a wink before pulling out of his arm and walking towards the door. "I'll see you back at the losers' party," You call out to them before leaving the kitchen.

Sharon's demeanor visibly changes once you're gone. With a small smile, she closes the fridge door and walks over to Bucky. "Enjoying your night?" She asks him, tilting her head.

Bucky nods, feeling slightly uncomfortable that she's flirting with him when you aren't there to get jealous. So what's the point?

"I didn't get a chance to tell you this, but you look really good," She goes on to say, stretching her fingers around his bicep and squeezing it. "How often do you work out?"

"Uh, most mornings," He tells her in a flat tone. "It's all about consistency."

"I wish I had your motivation," Sharon swoons, before gasping. "Which gym do you go to? I need to come with you; you could really put me to work!"

After bullshitting his way through a conversation with her, Bucky and Sharon return to the main room, where you're dancing with Natasha and Steve.

"So, how's it going with Bucky?" Steve asks you lowly so Natasha doesn't hear. "You guys in love, yet?"

"Shut it, Rogers," You mutter, swaying to the jazz song playing softly in the background with your hands enclosed in his.

"You can't hide the truth from me," He says with a smirk. "I'm his best friend. He tells me everything. Everything."

Grimacing, you pull one of your hands out of his grip and hit his shoulder. "I won't hesitate to beat you up, Rog," You threaten him. "You may be an amateur boxer, but-"

"Amateur? I'll have you know I'm a semi-professional-"

"But I can hold my own against you," You finish boldly. "I know where a man's weak spot is."

He raises a brow at that. "We frown upon below-the-belt hits in this house," He tells you sternly, looking slightly concerned as he glances down at his crotch.

"I'm not talking about your balls," You correct him, before leaning in closer. "I'm talking about your neck." With that, you blow on his throat, making him instinctively giggle as he moves back.

His face drops and he does his best to give you an angry look. "You need boxing lessons if that's the best you've got," He says.

"I think I'd rather die than let you teach me anything," You tell him with a laugh.

"Are you offering boxing lessons?" Natasha cuts in with a hopeful look.

"Not to you," Steve quickly shuts her down. "Last time, you almost killed me!"

"I just need to hone my strength!" She whines. "It's not my fault my instinct is to kill a man who puts his hands on me - you can teach me to fight clean!"

"No, thank you," Steve grumbles just as Bucky joins you.

"Can I see your new ring?" He asks, peeling your hand away from Steve's and pretending to be awfully interested in your jewellery.

"I've had it for years," You remind him with a raised brow, while Steve just smirks to himself.

"Really? I've never noticed it," Bucky claims innocently, rubbing his fingertip over the aquamarine gem. He most definitely remembers it, and remembers the way the silver band feels when you stroke his cock. He just prefers it when he's holding your hand, not Steve. "It's very pretty. Matches my eyes."

"Want it?" You ask, pulling it off your finger before placing it on his pinky and pushing it down. "Suits you."

Natasha links her arm in yours, unable to see the clear tension between you and Bucky as she pulls you away. Sometimes it makes you wonder if she knows you at all - how is it that she doesn't notice the way you look at him, and that it's different from the way you look at anyone else? Doesn't she see that he's softer on you than the others? That you're the only one he's so touchy-feely with? He might be a flirt, but you're the only one he gropes - and you may slap his hand away, but you never tell him to stop. Why doesn't she see all of that?

Is it because it's all in your head? Is he like that with everyone behind your back? Is your selective memory stopping you from realizing that you aren't all that special to him?

"I need to pee," Natasha says as she whisks you out of the room and up the stairs.

It's something of a gathering in the bathroom - all the girls are in there already when you and Natasha arrive. She makes a beeline for the toilet while you lean against the wall, watching Maria redo her lips.

Laura bumps into you, visibly tipsy as she widens her eyes and lowers her voice. "I've cracked the code," She whispers to you while the girls chat amongst themselves. "I know why Sharon's all over Bucky."

"You've noticed that, too?" You ask her lowly, raising a brow.

She nods, resting her hand on the wall behind you and moving closer to you. "See, she may have found out about you and Bucky-"

"What?" You ask her, baffled. "How?"

"...I may have let it slip," She says with a wince. "It was at the engagement party; you and Bucky disappeared, and it was obvious what you were doing. She asked, and I couldn't help but confirm her suspicions!"

"Fuck's sake, Laura," You mutter, not too irritated as you knew the truth would out eventually.

"But she only thinks it was that one time," She assures you. "She doesn't know about the first time."

"Right," You say, surprised that Laura hasn't yet deduced that you've screwed Bucky a lot more than twice.

"Anyway - my theory," She says with an excited tone. "It's, like, psychology - women want men more when they know they're with someone else. It's linked to finding a mate back in the caveman times, or whatever. Knowing you fucked him makes him seem like a more desirable mate to her, which is why she's so into him all of a sudden."

Processing her words, you slowly nod. "Makes sense," You admit.

"Doesn't it?" She asks with a grin before being pulled away by one of the others.

"And then he sent a bunch of lilies to my office," Maria continues her story while applying some lip gloss. "He wrote the cutest little note."

"What did it say?" Yelena asks her with wide eyes.

Maria giggles, her cheeks flushing pink. "I'm not telling you word-for-word, but I'll just say he knows how to make a girl feel special," She says with a smile.

Special. When's the last time someone made you feel special - and not just because you gave them the best head they've ever had?

"I'm telling you, this thing with Kate is moving so much slower than I'm used to, but it's actually really nice," Yelena says as she moves to the side to allow Natasha to wash her hands in the sink. "I can literally feel myself falling in love - isn't that crazy?"

The girls all gush and coo at her words, and you're truly happy for her. You just wish you could relate to her. Maybe it's your own fault nobody bothers to romance you, but it would be nice for someone to sweep you off your feet with a surprise flower delivery.

"What about you?" Sharon suddenly asks you with an expectant look on her face. "How's your love life going?"

Everyone's attention suddenly falls on you and you feel like a deer in headlights. Stunned, you swallow thickly before speaking. "Uh, it's pretty... boring," You say. "Not much going on."

"Really? Why not?" Sharon pushes with a frown. "You're on dating apps, right?"

"Yeah," You confirm, praying that someone else takes the spotlight from you soon. "They haven't been very fruitful, though."

"Oh, of course," Sharon says with a small smile. "You're not really the long-term dating kind, are you? In fact, I can't remember the last time you introduced us to a guy."

"Y/N is doing what she wants to do," Laura chimes in with a slight slur as she walks back over to you. "Not everyone wants flowers, Sharon."

You know she's only trying to help, but her words sting. Who said you don't want flowers?

"I guess," Sharon mumbles, a smug look on her face. "Just be careful. You aren't getting any younger. You don't wanna be the girl that a guy just settles for 'cause he's in a rush to get married-"

"Sharon, shut the fuck up," Natasha cuts her off with a glare. "I'm the only one engaged here, so I have the authority to say that nobody here needs to be in a rush to get married. It isn't 1950."

"Oh, my gosh - I didn't mean to be offensive," Sharon says quickly, concern in her features. "I just want everyone to be happy and in love!"

"Happy and in love don't always correlate," Laura points out. "Leave Y/N alone."

Sharon rolls her eyes and sighs before walking past you. "Calm down," She says to Laura flatly before looking at you. "So, I guess you don't mind that Bucky's taking me out for dinner tomorrow?"

It feels like a slap on the face at this point but you do well to keep calm and collected on the outside.

"Why would Y/N mind?" Maria asks with a frown. "And since when are you and Bucky a thing?"

Sharon shrugs, trying hard to keep the smile on her face small and dignified no matter how much she wants to laugh in your face. "We've been talking," She says with a shrug. "He's cute."

"Bucky's always been cute," Yelena points out, while Natasha and Laura frown at you. "It's the arrogant asshole part we're surprised you'd put up with."

"He's nice to me. Anyway, it's nothing serious," Sharon assures everyone. "Just a dinner between friends."

"We all know what that means," Maria says with a smirk.

Having heard enough, you head out of the bathroom, mumbling something about needing another drink. Sharon isn't getting to you - you won't let her get to you. Even if she isn't lying, so what if Bucky's taking her out to dinner? They've been friends for just as long as you have; it's not at all odd for them to go for dinner. You've been out for dinner with male friends before. But never Bucky.

As you walk towards the stairs, you hear some chatter in one of the bedrooms. You walk in to see Scott, Hope, Tony, and Pepper sitting on the bed, looking at something on Hope's phone. Grateful for the distraction, you wander over and join them, lying down horizontally at the end of the bed.

"Watch him fall over at the end," Hope says to them, squeezing your leg in a quick greeting before looking back at her screen.

There's a short silence before they all burst into laughter, and you smile softly to yourself as Scott's face gradually starts to resemble a tomato. You watch them interact for a little while, quickly remembering they're each in happy relationships when Tony presses a gentle kiss to Pepper's face, and Hope assures Scott she still loves him even when he falls off his skateboard.

You turn around, facing away from them. You feel like an outsider, and that feeling doesn't disappear even when some of the others start pooling into the room.

"You better not be having an orgy without me in my own home," Steve says warningly as he sits behind you. You're not sure who else has come in as you're facing the wardrobe, spiralling in your emotions, but you can hear Sharon laughing which does little to cheer you up.

What's wrong with you? You're content with your life. Are you really gonna let that frumpy bitch Sharon make you feel like shit? That was mean. She's not a frumpy bitch. Just a little sly.

You can't help but imagine her dinner with Bucky. What if he realizes she's more interesting than you? What if they have tons in common and really hit it off? What if he calls you afterwards to tell you he doesn't want you anymore and he's all about Sharon fucking Carter now?

And if he is into her, why did she get asked to dinner? All you get is sex, but she deserves to be wined and dined? What does she have that you don't? Why put more effort into her?

Wiping away the tears in your eyes before they have a chance to fall, you sniffle, glad that the others are having a loud conversation that drowns out your pathetic heavy breaths. Get a grip.

At some point, Bucky walks into the room, curious as to where everyone is. Deep down, he really only wants to find you. He spots you lying at the edge of the bed, frowning when he sees you aren't taking part in the boisterous chat behind you. Sensing that something's wrong, he walks over and crouches down in front of you, taking you by surprise.

"Hey," He whispers, concern on his face when he sees you're clearly upset. "You okay?"

Even though you know he won't believe you, you nod, avoiding his eyes.

He stands back up and part of you thinks he's about to walk away, but instead, he scoops you up into his arms and walks you out of the room. Steve yells something you don't hear, but it makes the others cheer and chorus an oooooooh.

"What are you doing?" You mumble, not trusting your voice not to break if you were to speak any louder.

He takes you into another spare bedroom across the landing, kicking the door shut behind him before walking you over to the bed which he gently sits you down on. He sits next to you and pulls you closer until you're half on his lap. "Talk to me," He says lowly, his tone telling you that this isn't the time to be shy.

You take in a deep breath, deciding the best policy is, in fact, honesty. "Why didn't you ask me out?" You question him, looking down at the carpet while fiddling with a string on your skirt.

"What?" Bucky asks, his hand on your back.

Looking over, you finally meet his gaze. "Nothing," You retract.

"Don't do that," He says sternly. "What's going on? What's got you down?"

Feeling retrospective, you let out a sigh and look back to the ground. "I wasn't ever treated special," You begin, feeling horrifically vulnerable as you open up to him. "That wasn't my parents' fault. I had a lot of siblings; they couldn't afford to give any of us special treatment. But that affects you as an adult, you know? The way you grew up? I feel like now, I'm used to the bare minimum, and I don't ask for more because I'm not used to being given more. I put up with what I get, and I appreciate even just an iota of attention." Turning your head to face him, you look into his eyes. "Is- is that something you can sense? Can you see that in me? That I don't need special treatment? Is that why you didn't ask me out? Is that why... we only have sex?"

It takes Bucky a few moments to process your words, understandably so. You aren't used to dumping your childhood pain onto people, and you feel just as awkward as he probably does.

Instead of directly answering your question, Bucky decides it's his turn to be open.

"Do you remember when we first met?" He asks, to which you shake your head. "Me neither. Probably the first day of middle school, right?"

"Maybe," You reply. The fact that the day you met him isn't memorable doesn't exactly make you feel any better.

"I just remember you being there in my life suddenly," He says. "You were the funny girl who sat next to Steve in homeroom, and I remember being insanely jealous of him every fucking morning."

"Shut up," You utter. "You did not have a crush on me."

He chuckles, rubbing your back. "I did my best to ignore it. Girls had cooties, so I avoided you, but you were always my Marry option during Fuck, Marry, Kill," He admits.

"Really?" You ask with wide eyes. "Not Fuck?"

"Depended on my mood," He says with a smirk. "Most of the time, you were my Marry."

"Who was-"

"I'm not telling you," He cuts you off curtly.

"No, you have to," You say. "Please?"

He sighs, knowing you won't drop it. "Natasha," He admits flatly. "Until she started dating Sam, of course. I'm a respectful man."

"Who was it after they started dating?" You ask him curiously. Don't say Sharon. Don't say Sharon. Don't say Sharon.

"I don't remember, I think it changed every time," He answers truthfully.

"How often did you play that damn game?" You ask with a scoff.

"Anyway, once we hit puberty, we were always both seeing other people, but I always kept a little something for you," He tells you.

"Not during college," You point out.

"Are you kidding me?" Bucky asks you with a raised brow.

"Bucky, don't do this to me," You say, sitting up. "I was literally obsessed with you during college. I- just ask Tasha how many times I cried over you."

"You cried over me?" He sounds genuinely hurt at the news. "Why?"

"Because I wanted you so bad, but you never took the hint," You tell him. "I figured it was because you weren't interested."

"Oh, my God," He grumbles, rubbing his face.

"Are you telling me you've liked me this whole time?" You ask, utterly baffled by his revelation. "We - we wasted so many years."

"Hey, don't say that," Bucky says softly, wrapping his arm around you. "It happened the way it was supposed to. Maybe if we dated as teenagers, or during college, it wouldn't have lasted. We weren't ready for each other. We had to become our own people before we could come together. Cum together."

"To answer your question," He begins, squeezing your hip. "I didn't ask you out 'cause I didn't wanna ruin it. I figured you'd never take me seriously, given what a fucking asshole I am."

You snort, nudging his shoulder.

"You're not that much of an asshole," You assure him with a smile. "Not to me."

"Because I like you so much," He says, making your heart flutter. "That night you kissed me for the first time, I thought I was dreaming, so I just went with it. I was scared I'd ruin it if I tried locking you down; thought you'd laugh in my face at the thought of me having emotions. You seemed to enjoy our agreement, so I... kept on doing it. Kept on doing you."

A laugh leaves your mouth at his wording. "You mean to tell me, that all this time, you've been crushing on me?" You wonder. "You didn't even try to take me on a date."

"We've been on dates," He counters stubbornly. "What do you call our trip to the aquarium two weeks ago?"

"We were high and wanted to see the sharks," You whisper.

"How about all those times I cooked you dinner?" Bucky asks with a raised brow. "I literally cooked for you. I don't cook for anyone."

"We were hungry and bored of takeout," You say with a frown. "Those were... dates?"

"Oh, my God, you're such a fucking dumbass," He mutters, rubbing his temple.

You look at him with adoration, wondering how you didn't notice it before. You really are a dumbass.

"The next time you don't think you're special," Bucky starts, grabbing your cheeks in his big hand. "Think again, baby. You're my special girl. Y'know that?"

Your lips are pursed together due to his grip, and you feel your stomach flip. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your pout.

"Nobody else means more to me," He goes on to say. "Nobody gets me like you. You're the only one who I care about impressing. All I ever think about is you - what you're doing when you aren't with me, what you're eating, wearing, dreaming about. If someone else is making you laugh. I'm so scared of losing you that I've convinced myself we're fragile. That if I try to get any closer than I am, you'll realize you don't want me. You'll turn around and apologize for leading me on, then realize you want Steve."

"Steve?" You repeat incredulously, shocked to hear the words come from his mouth. You've been drowning in your own insecurity for so long that you never stopped to think that Bucky might be under the same water as you.

"I don't know," He mumbles, pulling you closer. "I just think about you a lot. And my brain likes to taunt me with worst-case scenarios."

"Most of the time," He replies before shooting you a cheesy wink. "Right now, you're my Fuck."

"I get that," You whisper. Clutching his shirt, you move closer to him. "Am I still your Marry?"

You would laugh, but he kisses you before you get the chance. He pushes you down onto the bed and gets on top of you, using his knee to spread your legs and slotting himself between them.

"How could you ever think you weren't special to me, huh?" He grumbles, pinning your hands down with one hand and sticking his other hand up your skirt. "You're the only one I wanna see. The only one I think of. And I wanna be the only one that gets to touch you like this."

You suck in a sharp breath as he slips his hand between your legs.

"I don't make that obvious enough, huh?" Bucky wonders, disappointed with himself for allowing you to question what you mean to him. "Well, baby, that's gonna change." A small grin pulls at his lips and he tilts his head. "Don't want you holding back at all, alright? Want you to be as loud as you need to be to show me how good I'm about to make you feel. I want them all to know," He says, slowly grinding his hips against yours as his mouth brushes against your neck. "Want them all to know you're my special girl."

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bucks-babe · 2 days

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buckys first time since the 40s? smut with reader, he cums embarrassingly fast and reader has to console him and she tells him she thought it was hot….

Ok so my first smut req. Thanks anon. Y'all know the drill, 18+ only, MDNI pls. Smut and warnings under the cut. If you don't like this stuff, just don't read it, thanks.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it, ya filthy animals), creampie, mentions of fingering, dirty talk and dumbification if you squint, tell me in the comments if i missed anything

A/N: First time writing smut, sorry for any tense mistakes. I get confused with those. Also, this ain't proofread, so pardon any mistakes.

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Ok so, in my mind, Bucky's kinda composed about it at first. Y'all have been dating for a long time and you both are finally ready to go to the next base.

But as soon as he sees you in your underwear, your breaths getting deeper and heavier as you see him in his, he feels himself get so hard so fast, his mind finally picking up the fact that he hadn't gotten laid since the 40s.

His body already had the memo, begging for a release, making him want to just sink into you and let himself loose.

Even as he got you naked, laying down on top of you, holding himself up, he tries to keep himself in line. Even as he sinks his fingers into you, whispering praises into your ear, he feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers. His voice is breathy and needy, not that you noticed, your mind flooded with pleasure.

"So pretty for me, baby."

"Just like that, doll, be loud, no need to hide those noises, yeah? It's just us."

"Good God, you're heavenly. So tight and so wet. It's all for me, isn't it?"

And when he finally sinks into you, he still keeps himself composed. Inch by inch, he works through it, as his mind goes blank every time he gets deeper. When he's finally in, though, he couldn't help but rut into you. He didn't start thrusting just yet, waiting for your permission.

You'd moan and whine for him to move properly, to fuck you properly and he would. He'd be long gone as he'd pound into you, groaning into your neck and marking the pretty skin. He'd lavish your nipples with attention as he'd try to hold back, to not flood your insides with his cum.

But finally, he was a man who hadn't had a proper release for more than a hundred years. In a few thrusts, he ended up, arching his back, groaning as he came, as spurts after spurts of cum filled you up.

He'd keep his face buried in your neck as you both panted. Too embarrassed to even look at you. He couldn't even wait for you to finish.

"Bucky," you'd whisper, kissing the side of his forehead. "Baby, it's alright."

"I'm sorry, doll," he' say, his voice muffled. "I couldn't hold back. I should've but-'

"No, hey, listen to me," you'd say, urging him to look at you. "It's fine. I understand. And to be honest..."

His eyes would light up with curiosity as he'd see you blush, his hand brushing away the few strands of hair sticking to your cheek. "What, baby? Tell me."

"It was kinda hot," you'd murmur, your hand fiddling with the dog tags hanging around his neck. "Like, really hot."

Immediately, a smug grin would appear, his prior embarrassment and guilt being washed away. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," You'd whisper. "It's hot knowing that I did that to you."

"Hmm, baby," he'd say, bringing his mouth to your ear, starting to thrust into you again. "You have no idea what you do to me."

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bucks-babe · 3 days

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Why was this actually so cute

He may have had me in his basement but he clearly wanted me I’m delusional

Question - do you think he would ask to eat the placenta? I feel like he would

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Steve Kemp

Pairings: Steve Kemp x Female Reader

Summary: Steve finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

You would automatically know something is off a few weeks after yours and Steve’s first time together. You told Steve and him being a doctor, he took you to the hospital he works at and has you checked out after he checked you out first. The two of you found out you’re pregnant.

After finding out you’re pregnant, Steve gives you free reign of the house. He keeps a close eye on you just to make sure you don’t try to escape. Once he knows for sure you’re not going to escape, he stops watching you like a hawk and begins trusting you.

He would set up bedroom for you upstairs.

Steve would make sure you’re eating healthy.

He would give you a check up at least once a week just to make sure everything is ok.

He would help you through your morning sickness and mood swings.

You two would start a relationship soon after finding out you’re pregnant.

Steve would make you something special for dinner every night.

He has the kitchen stocked with your favorite snacks and foods.

You and Steve brainstorm idea of how to design the nursery.

You try to help him to set up the nursery, but he tells you no cause he doesn’t want you to get hurt in anyway so you do little things like putting the baby clothes in the closet and dresser. You would also put the stuffed animals a certain way.

Steve describes how beautiful you look during your pregnancy in so many different ways.

He tells you how much he loves you.

You and Steve put the first ultrasound picture of the baby on the fridge door for something to see everyday.

When you have a bad mood swing, Steve puts music on and the two of you dance in the middle of the living room or he puts your favorite movie on and holds you close to take your mind off of everything.

You buy a plain white onesie and creative write “Future Doctor” on it.

When you two are cuddling, he always has his hands on your belly.

You two are astonished the first time the baby kicks.

You and Steve coming up with baby names together.

You would have never thought that you would be having a baby with a man who kept you in his basement, but you’re willing to put that behind you and so is Steve.

Over all, Steve is happy and excited that he’s having a baby with the woman he loves.

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Fuckboy!Bucky NSFW Alphabet

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: This is for Bucky from this fic. Thanks to the amazing @buckys-wintersoldier for reading through this mess and making comments; however, any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Loverboy will take care of you after. He has no problem pounding into you like you’re a toy, contorting your body every which way, he loves it just as much as you do. He knows that he can be rough with you at times, not that you weren’t okay with it, but he tends to feel a bit bad after.

He won’t let you move a muscle, doting on you hand and foot. You need to go to the bathroom, he’s carrying you the whole way, and don’t even think about getting up on your own. Water? He’s running to the kitchen and grabbing you ice cold water without hesitation. Cuddles? Sweets, you don’t even have to ask for them. Now that Loverboy has experienced what aftercare is, it’s become one of his favorite parts of sex. He lives to be able to take care of you, show you how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Before he met you he would’ve said his cock, but his little gremlin of a girlfriend goes feral over his hands, desperate for them to be on you in some way. Driving? His hand better be on your thigh, rubbing your silky skin. Walking together? He better have his hand in yours or wrapped around you. Sleeping? Oh, he has to be touching you, holding you. You go crazy over the veins in his hands, drenched just from the sight of them, begging for him to fingerfuck you, make you cum all over them and have him gag you with your own cum.

His favorite body part of yours? - Your eyes. He loves to make you look at him while he fucks you stupid, struggling to keep your eyes open, let alone focused on him. He swears that he could cum just from how sexy it is to look into your eyes while you cum, seeing them roll into the back of your head, only the whites visible.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to mark you with his cum, claiming you as his. He loves a good facial, cum on your tits and ass, that’s all well and good, but what he really craves is seeing himself leak out of your cunt. It took him so long to muster up the courage to get tested for STDs and now that he did, he has been fucking you raw every chance he can get. And he’ll be damned if all of his load doesn’t go inside your perfect cunt, fucking it back into you with his fingers until you pull away, too sensitive to continue. But he’ll still gather up the remnants and share them with you in a heated kiss after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bucky wants to fuck you with his balls, have them nestled in your ass while a fleshlight chokes his dick. He wants to drive you crazy, having you on your stomach laying prone, only able to hear his moans and the squelching of the toy sliding up and down his cock. He wants to hear you beg for him to fuck you, wants you to feel his sac clench and tighten before he pours his load into the toy, having you slurp it out afterwards.

He wants you to peg him while he fucks into the toy, letting your thrusts push him in. Maybe with a vibe on his sac, experiencing as much pleasure as possible, have you keep going until he taps out, not able to cum anymore. He’s going to ask you, and soon because he needs it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While Bucky has slept with a lot of girls, his knowledge of how to pleasure a woman was limited. He would leave it up to his partner to take care of herself, sometimes even leaving before she finished. The first time he had sex with you, you set him straight, not letting him continue to make mistakes when it came to your pleasure.

You weren’t going to fake pleasure for any man, not even Bucky, so he learned pretty fast what made you tick. And for the first time he cared more about his partner’s pleasure than his own. So your loverboy is more than capable of rendering you boneless and cockdrunk.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It’s a toss up with Loverboy. Sometimes he wants you face down ass up, pounding into you, watching the way your flesh jiggles with every thrust.

“Oh fuck, sweets. Pussy’s so fucking tight, choking my cock. Wish you could see this pretty ass bouncing, sexiest woman ever, sweets.” With each thrust Bucky almost whimpers, desperately trying to last, not wanting to give up his view. He can’t help it, you truly are the sexiest woman on the planet. He doesn’t know how he ever found another woman attractive when you’re on his bed like this, taking everything he has to offer.

Rough hands grab your hips, pulling you back harder against him, hitting your g-spot every time he bottoms out. His hands slapping your soft flesh, moaning with each jiggle. More than once you’ve lost the ability to sit properly for a few days with the amount of spanks he gives you, not that you would have it any other way.

As much as he loves to watch your body, he loves to see your face even more. Sex had never been an intimate moment for him. Pounding, getting his release, rinse, repeat. But Loverboy is absolutely smitten by you.

“Good girl, let me see that pretty face when I slide into you.”

“Most beautiful woman.”

“Never gonna get tired of watching you take me.”

He craves to have every inch of his body pressed against yours, feeling more than lust.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Loverboy can be goofy, more often than not at least one of you giggles before, during or after. He still doesn’t understand why, but you love to see him swing his cock in circles, biting your lip and clenching your thighs together. He’s almost never 100% serious during sex, loving the intimacy of being so comfortable together.

“C’mon Loverboy, just once? Why are you being mean to me? Let me talk to him. He wouldn’t treat me like this.”

“Sweets, are you really going to make me do this every time?”

“He likes it, Buck.”

“Can you please not talk about my dick like it’s another man when I’m about to fuck you?”

You both stare at each other for a few seconds, neither of you saying a word, silently challenging each other before Bucky relents and circles his hips. “Thank you, Loverboy. Was that so hard?”

He stops his movements, arms by his side, not saying a word before you burst into laughter. “Loverboy, you look like that emoji of the guy standing still.”

He joins in after a few moments, not able to suppress his laughter any more. “Alright, sweets, but you won’t be laughing in a minute.”

Bucky also can’t help but giggle when your body makes certain sounds.

You groan as Bucky flips you over, raising your hips. You bury your head into the pillows as soon as you hear it, the sound of air escaping you. The change in positions always betraying you.

Bucky’s moans mix with his light laughter, he’s still a man after all, and any sound that resembles a fart will always make him laugh, no matter how hard or horny he is. “Sweets, you better get back here. Don’t you take my pretty girl away from me.”

You flip yourself back down on the bed. “You can have her but it has to be like this.”

“Sweets-” You cut him off with a glare.

“Don’t laugh at me, it’s your fault.” Bucky falls on you, a sweet smile gracing his lips.

“Not laughing at you, sweets, but it was kind of funny.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself trimmed, usually using a pair of hair scissors to keep his bush tamed. He hates having a full bush, it feels weird when he wears underwear. He uses an electric razor every so often when he feels like going bald, but he doesn’t do that too often. The one time he saw you wince when he was fucking you because his hair poked your clit just wrong, he vowed to shave and keep his hair short. You told him it wasn’t necessary but he did it anyway.

And of course you asked to watch him shave. It wasn’t your fault you’ve never seen how a man shaves his cock and balls.

“So, like how does that work?” Bucky gives you an incredulous look. “Shaving. It seems difficult. How do you not cut yourself?”

Bucky sighs, he should be used to this by now, his girlfriend being obsessed with his cock, and not just because you always want to fuck him, but because you want to know how it works. Can I hold him while you pee? Can you swing him around? Can I hold him when we cuddle? I want to watch him get hard. Can I keep him in my mouth while you work?

Bucky doesn’t mind the last one, he would be insane to say no to having his cock in your mouth. In the end, he lets you come into the bathroom while he shaves. “Sweets, don’t look at me like that, gonna make me hard.”

“I’m not looking any type of way. I’m just interested.” He runs the razor through his hair, delicately grabbing his soft cock, pulling it away from where he shaves next. “Woah, so you just move him around?”

“Well, how else would you shave the hair there, sweets?” He lets out a chuckle before focusing on his task again.

“So you don’t get hard touching your dick so much?” Bucky laughs, almost nicking himself.

“What do you think I do when I take a shower? You get used to it.”

“You always get hard when I hold him.” He has to turn the razor off, doubling over with laughter.

“That’s different, sweets.” He goes back to shaving, now focusing on his balls, pulling the skin tight.

“That’s fucking cool and kind of hot. You know, you playing with your balls.”

Bucky’s cock twitches at your words. “You’re never watching me shave again.”

On you however, he couldn’t give less of a damn what you do with your pubic hair. If you shave, that’s fine, he gets to feel your silky skin under his fingers. Loverboy would gladly put your lotion on you, making sure you don’t get razor burn. Of course, it’s because he has to make sure his pretty girl is taken care of, not because he wants to touch your pussy, no, he would never. He doesn’t mind the prickly hair as it grows back, one time he had the nerve to say that it was exfoliating his face for the day when eating you out. That got him a whack to the head.

If you wax, he’s going to do the same thing, treating your pussy like she was injured, doting on her hand and foot.

“How is my pretty girl? I know, I can’t believe she would do this to you, to us.”

Sometimes he tilts his head so his ear is next to your bare cunt. “What’s that? She hurt you, ripped out all your pretty curls? Don’t worry, I’ll show her what happens when she treats you like this.”

Full bush, oh he couldn’t care less. The coarse curls don’t slow him down at all. He’ll still devour you like his last meal. So what if he may have to spit out a few hairs after, it’s worth it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When he isn’t about to lose his mind, he’s very intimate, holding you close, looking into your eyes as his cock slides in and out. He loves the intimacy, the vulnerability of letting himself go. It doesn’t have to be soft and slow for him, he could be railing you into next week but his calloused hands running up and down your thighs, soft kisses to your face, praise, all of it, but you could still feel his unconditional love for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Bucky doesn’t jack off too much. He was shocked to find out that you’re just as insatiable as he is, constantly fiending for his dick. He will masturbate when you don’t want to have sex, sleeping, or just not with him. Just thinking about you makes him hard as a rock and he can’t ignore it. He was apprehensive at first when you brought up the idea of mutual masturbation, not understanding why he would jack off when you were right there, ready and willing.

“Sweets, please come here. I need to be in that perfect pussy.” You just shook your head scooting to the end of the bed where you’ve already placed pillows for you to rest on.

“It’ll be hot, promise.” You started first, dragging your vibrator through your slick, using it to rub your clit in small circles. “I’m waiting, Loverboy.”

You knock Bucky out of his trance, eyes shooting back up to look at you before dropping to the fleshlight you found in his bedside drawer. He tries to ignore the aching in his core, but it just gets tighter and tighter as your soft moans fill the room. Bucky would give anything to be the one pleasuring you right now, but that’s not what you want.

Picking up the toy, Bucky groans at the sight before him, fake pussy leaking with lube and some of your slick, having rubbed it against your slick cunt first. He can’t remember the last time he used it, but he’s sure that it used to feel much better than it does now and he’s positive it’s because your pussy ruined him.

“Fuck, sweets, please, need you. Doesn’t feel as good. S’not you. You’re warm, and tight, and fuck, the way you clench around me. Oh shit.” Even though it’s not nearly as good, it still has him moaning, the toy wrapping around his thick cock better than his hand ever could.

He starts to fuck his toy faster, trying to finish at the same time as you, and he gets why you find this so hot. The sight of his girl pleasuring herself, giving him a full view of your body, has his mind reeling. And when he cums and you stick your tongue as deep as it can go into the toy, Bucky knows that he’s going to do it again with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Loverboy is kinky and he’s not afraid to admit it. Daddy kink, breath play, light BDSM, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, degradation, praise, role play, mutual masturbation, spit kink, spanking, the list goes on. He’s down to try almost anything you want. He’s thinking about trying something you brought up, fucking you like a sex toy, using whatever hole he wants, with explicit consent of course. You want him to fuck you however he wants while watching porn or one of your videos, treating you like an inanimate object.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bucky’s favorite place to fuck you is the bedroom. It gives him the most privacy and he can take as much time as he wants with you. Alongside that, car sex, shower sex, over the desk, against the wall, the movie theater, class, and you won’t ever forget the time he decided to fuck you with all of your friends right next to you.

“Can’t fucking wait anymore. Cock is about to explode.” The whisper sends pulses of arousal to your already soaked core. You want it just as bad as he does, thinking that the movie night at Sam’s would have been much shorter, but of course the loud mouth had to keep pausing the movie to interject, swiftly causing an outburst between him and Steve.

“Slip it in, Loverboy, else I’m going to leave a wet spot on both of our pants.” Bucky buries his head in the crook of your neck, glad that you were in the corner of the room, no lights shining on the two of you.

Bucky meets no resistance at the first slide of his hips, pushing your shorts and underwear down. His hand shoots up to cover your mouth to stop the wanton moan about to leave, both of you being so horny for so long.

He keeps an eye out for anyone looking over, getting more and more bold with each small jerk of his hips. His right hand comes down to rub your clit, left helping you grind against him, juices soaking his sweatpants.

“Sweets, cock feels like it’s about to burst, gonna be so much fucking cum, gonna make a mess.” You whimper when his cockhead hits your sweetspot, ready to fall off the edge with him. “Just a little more, sweets, yeah, give me that, FUCK, keep touching my balls, feel how much cum is in there for you?”

Biting down on your shoulder, Bucky’s cock bursts, filling you up with rope after rope of his spend, your cunt milking every drop out with your own orgasm.

“I can’t believe yall really just fucked on my couch.”

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sweets, you. You get him going. You could breathe in his direction and his cock will point the same way. It doesn’t take much at all. At first you thought that it was because he was used to having sex all the time and then you made him wait for so long before sleeping with him. But no. It’s just Bucky and how much he’s obsessed with you.

Over the next few months, Bucky’s appetite for you never wavered and you aren’t mad about it at all. If you want to do a little something special for him, you’ll wear a sexy pair of lingerie but for some reason, that you still can’t wrap your head around, he loves when you wear nightgowns the most.

If you walk past him in a nightgown, you’re going to end up on the next available surface with it pulled up enough for him to see your cunt swallow his thick length.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes - He doesn’t want to share you with anyone else, or have anyone else. You’re more than enough for him

CNC - Bucky wants explicit consent every time. If he even senses for a second that you are uncomfortable or hesitant, he’s checking in and making sure you’re still okay to go. Same goes for any sex act. If you don’t give him a clear answer then everything stops, no questions asked

Face slapping - He loves to slap your ass, cunt, and thighs, but he doesn’t want to hit you in the face. He’s never been a violent man, maybe a little rough during sex, but never striking a woman anywhere near her face. Maybe a slap or two to her tits, but never any higher. You asked him to slap your face before and his cock went almost completely soft instantly, hating the idea of hurting you, even when you were asking for it. You both talked about it and agreed that it wasn’t something that he was comfortable with and you two wouldn’t do it

Cheating role play - Bucky wants to leave his reputation behind, not relive it

DD/LG - He likes to be called daddy, but he likes to keep that in the bedroom only and not treat you like a little girl

Impact play - The only thing that he’ll hit you with is his hands and belt, never anything like a whip or flogger

Anything that you’re not comfortable with - If he wants to try something and you don’t seem completely comfortable with, you’ll talk it through. When trying something new, Bucky will always talk with you about it first, and if you want to try it, he’ll go slow and talk you through what he’s going to do. If you like it then eventually he’ll relax and lose himself in the pleasure with you, but if you want to stop at any point, you don’t have to try it again

Certain nicknames turn him off as well, pretty much everything that has little in the name. He doesn’t want to think of you as a child. Little one is probably his least favorite

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Once he got a taste of your cunt, Bucky was hooked. He could stay between your legs for hours, eating you out while you worked on assignments, watched TV, read a book, or tried to at least, the presence of his tongue and fingers taking away your ability to focus on anything.

As much as he loved to eat you out, he loved blowjobs. The sloppier the better. It was addicting to see your puffy cheeks lined with tears, spit down your chin to your tits. You always let him fuck your face when he wanted to. He would let you take control most of the time, but when he was needy, he fucked your face like a sex toy. The sounds of your gags and gurgles were so fucking sexy.

If he is needy, then he prefers to receive, but any other time, he enjoys both the same.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on his mood, he can go from slow to passionate, or just fast and rough off the bat. He always tries to take his time, drawing out both of your pleasure, but once he slides into your tight cunt, all bets are off and his hips take on a mind of their own, clapping against yours, grinding every time be bottoms out. Sometimes he likes it fast and rough, plowing into you, giving you no time to adjust, taking out his frustrations on you.

You love when he gets like that, protective and possessive, but never in a way that turns you off. He knows that you’re your own person and can handle yourself, but you shouldn’t have to deal with sleazy men trying to put their nasty paws on you. On those days he’ll fuck you until you both are too spent to get up, covered in your mixed cum, laying in the wet sheets, neither having enough energy to get up and change them.

Those days he gives you the best aftercare. Not that he ever slacks off, but something about him fucking you like an animal and then treating you like precious china after has your heart clenching and love seeping through your pores.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He used to be big on quickies, more of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am kind of guy. But now? He doesn’t like them as much. Of course he still likes them, he would be crazy to deny you sex at all. He likes to take his time with you, drawing out both of your pleasure. He also knows how you get after sex, soft and vulnerable, needing to be taken care of, and he can’t properly do that when you’re both in a time crunch. He does what he can though, making sure you enjoyed it and keeping you close to him, making sure you know how much he loves you and how good you did for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bucky is a risk taker, through and through. If you’re down to try something, 9 times out of 10 he’s game. He’s fucked you in class before, slowly rubbing his cock through your folds, tip rubbing against your clit. He had to bite your shoulder to stop the moans leaving him. He loves to fuck you in public, not in the open where everyone can see, but hidden enough that there’s a chance someone could walk in.

He would never let anyone see you in a compromising position though. But fucking in a closet, corner of the library, bathroom stall? He’s down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for multiple rounds, give him a few minutes and he’s ready to go again. Bucky’s young and in his prime, he has no problem going again and again. Some days he cums fast, not able to hold out when you're so wet and warm around him. Most of the time he can last 15-20 minutes if he tries. But he will always make sure you cum first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Bucky has a fleshlight. He didn't have to use it very often, always finding someone to give him his release, only using it when he was in his dorm late at night, too lazy to have real sex. But now he uses it more often, whether because you were away and the thoughts of your perfect body were too much to handle or because you wanted to watch him fuck himself with it while you touched your pussy. He thoroughly enjoys the toy, even though it has nothing on your cunt, it still feels much better than his own hand.

He loves to use toys on you, watching your eyes roll back as he pushes your vibrator harder against your clit, seeing how many times he could make you cum before you had to tap out. He’s never going to forget the first time you placed it under his sac and then rode him, not stopping when he came, continuing to bounce and grind until he had no more cum to offer.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loverboy loves to tease you, making you beg for his cock. He’ll purposefully avoid touching your cunt for as long as possible. Licking your neck, trailing kisses down your chest, biting and sucking your tits, but never touching your nipples. He enjoys seeing you get more and more desperate, hips searching for any type of friction. And when he can stop himself from devouring your cunt, he’ll suck hickies on your inner thigh, littering it with bruises. And just when you think he’s going to lick your cunt, he’ll give the same treatment to your other thigh.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, he’s loud. The first thrust has him groaning, deep and long. He’s never been one to make much noise during sex, dirty talk and small grunts when he was close to finishing, but with you, he can’t help but whine, moan, groan, whimper, all of it, you just feel too good. At first, he tries to keep it down, but with each thrust, he loses himself more and more, not able to hide his pleasure.

“Sweets, so fucking good, fuck.” He hides his face in the crook of your neck, the vibrations of his moans tickling you.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, pussy’s choking me. Feels so fucking good.” His voice gets higher in pitch, almost as if he was close to tears, hips picking up speed.

With each thrust he moans and grunts, cock feeling like it’s going to burst at any time. “Please, sweets, oh god, can’t help it, need you to cum for me, not gonna last, please.” He will beg for you to cum, he needs you to cum first.

When his whines come, you know he’s close to cumming, doing everything he can to hold it, not wanting it to end already, but he can’t help it.

“Fuck, sweets, thank you, thank you, cumming all over my cock. Ready, sweets? Gonna fill you up, want it so bad.” Mouth open, eyes rolling back, Bucky moans and he moans loud as spurts of his cum fill your pussy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bucky would “accidentially” leak your sex tape. And by that he means that you both were in on it, but definitely acted like you had no clue it was out there. Bucky was fed up with the dirty looks and comments you would get, just because you were dating him. Of course, he loved it when you told them off, it was one of the first things he was attracted to - your fire.

Bucky brought the idea up, he was going to fuck you, film it, and it would mysteriously end up on his social media. You were hesitant at first, but Bucky assured you that there was no pressure to do anything, and he would respect your boundaries.

You thought about it for a few days, eventually agreeing, but you would be wearing a shirt and the camera would only show your face. Bucky insisted that he picks out your shirt, his red henley and propped the camera up so that both of your faces were in view.

It was full of passion, kissing, staring into each other’s eyes, praise, moans, the whole nine. Near the end, you were practically sobbing with pleasure, not even remembering that it was being filmed. “There you go, sweets, look at the camera, want to see your face when you cum.”

With one hand he grabs your chin and faces the camera. “Look at you, so fucking perfect, makes my cock so fucking hard, come on sweet girl, cum for me, know you’re so close.” That’s all it takes for a wail to rip from your throat, squirting on his cock, soaking the bed and covers.

“Love you so much, sweets. So fucking good for me, can’t get enough of you, won’t ever stop loving you.” In your dazed state, you barely heard him calling out your name. Not your nickname, your real name as he filled you with his cum.

The next few days on campus were eventful to say the least.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

For starters, Loverboy is uncut. His foreskin partially covering the tip of his pink cockhead. He’s around 6.5 inches but he’s THICK. The first time you saw his cock you weren’t sure you were going to be able to fit him inside of you. You couldn’t fit your hand around him, fingers not meeting. Thick veins surround his cock, begging to be traced with your tongue.

Bucky always had large balls, but he didn’t realize how big they were until you commented on them, shocked at their size. You’ve never seen a prettier sack in your entire life, heavy and full, yet the skin was tight, leaving it smooth. They hung down, the weight of them too much to keep them close to his body, making his cock look much smaller when soft.

You’re obsessed with the way they swing when he fucks into you, feeling them slap against your skin, making vulgar sounds every time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Bucky can go as much as you want. He is perpetually hard for you. If you wanted to, he would go all day every day. That man is whipped and can’t get enough of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can fall asleep after pretty quickly, but he always makes sure that you are taken care of first. He usually feels a huge burst of energy after, able to continue with his day with no problem. If you pull multiple orgasms out of him, then he gets tired, ready to cuddle you in his arms and sleep. It takes a lot to make his cock tired; however, he’s always ready to give you more.

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Oh Bucky, 👊💥

His forever and ever

// Chapter Two //

// Pairing //

-> (Ex-)Boyfriend!Mob!Bucky Barnes x (Ex-)Girlfriend!Reader

// Summary //

-> After work you hope that Bucky isn’t in the bar anymore or at least he is just there to have a drink. But what when he is just there because you are, because it’s his opportunity to talk to you and make you come back home into his mansion again?

// Wordcount //

-> 3.389 Words

// Warnings // Teen

-> angst, Bucky following you, insults, punching,

// Authors Note //

-> The biggest thank you to the amazing @bucks-babe for proofreading and coming up with more details.

// Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist //

// Series Masterlist //

<- Chapter One

John doesn’t sit down after Thor left, but he follows your gaze, seeing the man who stood in front of him just a few minutes ago and the one he guessed is your ex-boyfriend. He gasps when he realizes who the man with the long brown hair is, tattoos covering his body and a few glistening rings stick on his fingers.

He turns toward you, clearing his throat and your face immediately snaps towards him, body still slightly shaking. “Is that your ex-boyfriend? James Barnes, the mobster James Barnes?” His tone sounds cold and he tries to find something in your eyes that says no but you avoid his eyes, answering him without words.

“Oh fuck! You should have told me! Don’t you— fuck!” John swears, his hand running nervously through his hair and he shifts from one foot to the other. “It was really nice to meet you, I need to go home.”

You sigh, knowing that he doesn’t want to get in trouble with Bucky. With a soft smile you wave at him, rolling your eyes when you let your eyes wander toward the lounge where Bucky is sitting. He grins at you, and you can’t help the jump your heart is doing when he smiles at you — like he always did, especially when he was jealous. You scowl, rolling your eyes that he can’t let you move on.

When the two of you went out a while ago and one of the waiters was looking at you for a moment too long, Bucky looked at them with just one glance and they avoided you to not get into trouble with Bucky when they look at you, too scared of what the mobster would do with them. But the brown-haired man just smirked at you, his tongue wetting his lips and he told you with the way he looked at you that he will make sure you will scream his name later, letting everyone know who you belong to.

Bucky always showed you that he is the one who really loved you and that no one had the chance to get too close to you when he was around. It also had its good sides when someone drunk or flirty was too close, Bucky always took care that you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Even though when Bucky was out with you most of the people didn’t even dare to look at you, too afraid that the mobster could be mad. Sometimes it made you feel like you wasn’t worth a look, sometimes you felt lonely when only special people were allowed to look or talk to you — but when you looked at Bucky every thought was brushed away and his sweet smile and ocean blue eyes made you feel comfortable and loved, like the most adorable woman on earth and especially for Bucky.

You continue your work, every now and then you look at Bucky, seeing his eyes roam over the people in the bar and whenever you’re talking to a man and laugh his eyes darken and he turns his hands into fists. Bucky’s knuckles turn white, his jaw is clenching and you need to hide your smirk when you see him getting angry when you talk to a man.

When your shift is over you talk to one of your coworkers for a moment before you make your way to the locker rooms and get your stuff to go back home. Steve and Tony left the bar a few hours ago and Steve told you that he was going to Tony’s, you told them to have fun but not too much fun — both of them laughed that off, blushing slightly.

You hope that Bucky left the bar or at least didn’t care that your shift ended. But you should have known better, your ex-boyfriend is not just a man who works as a mechanic or lumberjack. Bucky is a mobster and he knows everything, including when you work, how long you work and what you do before and after work.

He follows you with his eyes when you walk out of the locker room, making your way through the bar and leaving. Bucky nods toward Thor, showing him that he can stay in the bar if he wants to, while Bucky gets up and makes his way slowly out of the bar as well.

The cold air is hitting your face the moment you walk outside, you inhale deeply. The fresh air causes you to sigh softly before the wind a moment later makes you shiver and you giggle softly to yourself. The streets are almost dark sans the few street lights brighten the night.

You slowly walk along the streets enjoying the silence, except for the few cars and people. You like a good walk at night, feeling like everything around you stops for a moment. After a while you walked into a dark alley, you didn’t feel scared, why should you, you had been together with the most fearful man in town. And you learned to defend yourself if needed.

Bucky smirks when he looks at you walking along the street, walking like the world is your runway, and he loves that. The way your hips swing softly and his eyes are darted to your ass, admiring it like he always does. He just can’t get enough of you, of your smell, of your taste or just of the way you talk and walk. He even loves when you’re all bossy or angry at him — or all of that — it at least showed him that you were still feeling something for him, but now you really look like you moved on, not even bothering about him anymore.

Little does he know that your mind is full with thoughts of him, that everything he reminds you of him, except the work. The bar is a place you feel like you can forget for a moment, you can flirt a bit with the men there and it’s not bad at all.

The brown-haired man follows you into the alley, he always loves those cat and mouse games you both played but right now, his adrenaline is pumping through his veins and he grins widely. The cracking noise underneath his foot causes him to stop for a moment to see if you’re going to turn around and face him.

And you do, you immediately turn around, your eyes scanning every bit of the dark to find out where the noise came from. And when you see a big shadow just a few feet away you shiver. You feel the person's eyes on you and you want to run away but you freeze, like the ground got hands, grabbed you by your ankles and holds you in place.

“Dragǎ mea,” he says, smirking when he walks into the light of the lamp of the house next to you. You shiver, the urge to run is strong but you’re frozen and since it’s just you and Bucky it feels so familiar like it did when the two of you were together. “My pretty doll, thought you could run away from your mobster?”

You shake your head, paralyzed when you look into his beautiful blue eyes. He is so close and still a few feet away, he has dark shadows under his eyes but they still brighten as much as they used to do and his smirk is just as pretty as it always was. Bucky chuckles, taking a step closer until he reaches you, grasping your arm and pulling you close against him.

“I’ve missed you, you know that? How about you come home with me now and we forget that shit, I will claim you and we are good?” He mumbles, suddenly his face is just a few inches away from yours. His hot breath hits your lips and you gasp quietly, lips slightly parted when you inhale deeply.

You’re surrounded by his cologne and Bucky’s smell. The sweet vanilla mixed with the fresh mint, causing your mind to go dizzy. His hands are so soft and warm, holding you by your arms, his thumbs slowly moving up and down the back of your hands.

“Bucky, let go of me. We broke up and we both moved on,” you say, looking away to not get lost in his beautiful ocean blue eyes. He chuckles darkly, his flesh hand grasping your chin, turning your head so you have to face him. His eyes are piercing into yours and you want to sigh softly, just give in to him and tell him that you’re sorry but you can’t.

He messed up, not only once. You can’t forgive him that easily and a part of you screams to not do it at all. Even though he is the love of your life, even though he is the man who causes you to laugh and makes you happy. But he didn’t only do that, he also hurt you a whole lot.

“Moved on? Working in a bar, dating that Steve guy and living with your best friend? That’s what you call moving on?” Bucky asks, chuckling when his thumb slides over your lips. He sees the shifting in your eyes, in your tension — the want to give in to him but not wanting it at the same time. He knows you so damn well, he knows your body language, everything that your eyes show, no matter what words slip past your pretty lips.

“I moved on and I’m not datingSteve! You know he is my best friend and he is gay!” You say, looking confused about which guy Bucky is talking.

You haven’t dated a guy after Bucky, not even a one-night stand or whatever. You sometimes flirt with some guys in the bar but your heart belongs to the brown-haired mobster in front of you.

“The guy you date, my men told me about him, brown-haired,” Bucky mumbles, holding your face still in place while he slowly pushes his digit between your lips, groaning quietly. You look adorable with his finger in your mouth and he can’t just help but wants you to suck at it, he wants to feel your warm, wet mouth around his fingers.

Bucky hasn’t felt that in a while and he hasn’t had another pussy or girl since that, he wants you and he doesn’t even think about fucking another girl. Even though you broke up, it feels wrong to just think about dating someone else, or fuck someone who isn’t his pretty doll. You bite his finger, not much but enough for him to notice that you don’t want to have his thumb between your lips right now.

“It’s none of your business but to make your jealous ass feel better: I haven’t dated another guy! I moved to Steve and Steve is gay. I don’t know what your men told you but it’s not true,” you admit, seeing the grin on his lips growing. “But we still moved on, and everything we had is over.”

“Do you think that someone with such dark shadows under his eyes, who was looking for his girl, moved on? Oh dragǎ mea, I didn’t move on, and you will come home with me now,” Bucky chuckles, bringing his face closer to you. His lips are almost brushing against yours. You close your eyes, sighing softly before your eyes shoot open.

You turn your head, his hand letting go of your chin, then you bring your hands to his chest pushing him away. Bucky laughs softly, he has seen the way you closed your eyes, had heard your soft sigh when you were about to give in to him, to let him kiss you.

“Fuck you. Why can’t you just piss off and leave me alone, Bucky?” You ask through gritted teeth and cause Bucky to chuckle even more. He loves when you’re angry, especially when he can make you beg in bed later and when you apologize for your attitude.

You take a few steps back, he lets go of you completely but his eyes now roam over your body. He smirks when he sees the way you shift slightly from one foot to the other, when others do that because they are scared you do it when you want to ask something then. “What is it, doll? What do you want to ask me?”

“Why did you follow me?” The words come over your lips before you have thought about it. The question was sitting in your mind since you two started to talk but you didn’t get yourself to ask him why he really follows you.

“Because I love you, and I want you to come back home with me now. We can do it one way or the other. What do you prefer, dragǎ mea, nice or hard way?” You roll your eyes, he tires it again, tries to make you do what he wants even though he has to be a manipulative ass.

He doesn’t even recognize it, too deep in his thoughts, in his need to claim you, to make you his again. Bucky can’t be without you, every day feels like his soul is ripped out of his body and cut into little pieces. He wouldn’t admit it but he now understands what pain he caused, how much he hurt you and broke your heart — but that means he can make it up to you, show you that he really loves you.

“You haven’t had time when we were together, you never had time for me. You promised to go out with me but you always needed to work then. Why can’t you continue with that?” You ask, your voice shaking and Bucky flinches when he hears it. He knows he hurt you but hearing your shaking voice and seeing into your teary eyes shows him that all once again.

“I’m sorry, doll. I know I messed up but let me make it up to you. I promise I will be better this time, will show you my love,” he whispers, taking a step closer but you immediately take a step backwards. You feel the tears slowly falling down your cheeks, immediately wiping them away to not show them to him. He sees them though, even if you wouldn’t cry he would still know how much he was hurting you, but he can’t just let you go and let you move on without him, maybe even with another man.

“Bucky, you promised me so often. Please just try and move on,” you mumble. Your heart says ‘no, just kiss him and forgive him’ but you can’t just do that. Not even when your heart is bleeding, your soul is broken and Bucky is the only one who could fix that.

He doesn’t look away for a second, his eyes piercing in yours and you can see the wave of pain rushing through them. Bucky walked into the bar, knowing he would talk to you and get you back, but it is easier in his mind as you make it for him.

“I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry, I really am. But I can’t move on without you. You’re everything I need, how—“ he pauses, inhaling deeply. “How can I be without you, when you belong to me, when my heart, my soul, everything of me screams for you — to be close to you.”

You shake your head, you feel sorry — sorry that he feels that way but you’re also sorry for yourself. You didn’t want to have those feelings come up again, trying to avoid them but here they are. Your ex-boyfriend standing in front of you, and all those feelings you have for him filling your body, making your heart race.

“I’m sorry, but it’s over. You say you can’t move on without me, but you made me move on without you. You had your chance and you wasted it for what? Your work?” you say, looking down, wanting to turn around but he grasps your arm, pushing you backwards until you’re pressed against a wall. His body is so close to you, you can feel his warmth and his strong, tensed body pressing against you.

“It’s not! You can’t be without me, you will come back to me. Do you think another man can give you the pleasure I give you? No one will love you the way I do, you belong to me and you should remember that,” he says in an aggressive and cold tone. His anger boiling inside of him, he loves you, why don’t you understand that? Why don’t you get that he is sorry and will be better, that you belong to him and that Bucky owns you, that he needs you as much as you need him?

You place your hands on his broad chest, feeling his racing heart. His grip on your hips tightens and he presses you more against the wall, smirking at you. His eyes are dark and his smile isn’t the sweet and lovely one you love so much, it’s the mobster dark one. Bucky’s smirk which he uses when he is working, trying to get information out of people or what else he is doing but definitely not a lovely and warm one.

Your body trembles, a cold shiver running along your spine. With your hands you try to push him away, only causing him to tighten his grip and press himself more against you. “You belong to me, you’re not going to date another guy. You're doing as you’re told and be a good girl for me now, dragǎ mea.”

His thumbs stroking your skin through the fabric of your clothes but it doesn’t calm you down, not when you look into his dark, cold eyes and hear his even colder voice. Bucky doesn’t accept a ‘no’ when he is angry so you need to find a way to make your way to the cold surface of the mobster, you need to reach the soft and loving man you feel in love with.

“Bucky you were hurting me, you ignored my needs. You didn’t want my love, and now I moved on. Don’t you want me to be happy?” You ask, even though you know it’s not that easy to be happy without Bucky. He shakes his head, his gaze softens but then immediately it's dark again. His jaw clenches and every thought of another man being by your side causes him to become angrier.

“You think you can be happy with another man?” He laughs, darkly and rough. Bucky's grip tightens even more and it’s almost painful, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Guess I need to remind you who you belong to, doll.”

Bucky’s tongue glides over his lips, leaving them wet and glistening. He leans closer, his face only inches away from yours. Your mind goes black and before you can think even more you push him away. The soft way doesn’t work, Bucky doesn’t listen and he scares you — but not only that, you know you would give in to him would his lips brush over yours or your skin.

He chuckles when he takes a step back, he knows that you’re strong but he didn’t think you would push him away with such force. “Love when you’re mad at me, you look so cute, dragǎ mea.”

You roll your eyes, when he tries to grasp your hips once again you lift your leg, kicking upwards and hitting him perfectly. Bucky groans, his hands snap to his cock, pressing softly on it to get rid of the pain in his balls. The moment he stumbles back you run, thinking about something you could hide or just run back home where you would be way more safe as somewhere hidden.

“You fucking bitch! I love you and you treat me like that? Don’t you dare to run away, I will find you!” Bucky shouts, his balls hurt and he needs a moment to be able to move. His legs are shaking and he only sees you running around a corner, knowing that he won’t catch you now. So he makes his way slowly back to the bar, he will find you, and you will be with him, love him like he loves you.

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bucks-babe · 6 days

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To read or not to read

I love every fic you write but I’m a bit nervous because I don’t want Bucky to be with anyone else😂

I’m going to read this anyway and make myself believe that he’s only going to want the reader after😂

I know it’s going to be delicious

Confidence

Hot Bucky Summer 2024 - Week 2

Pairing: Sex Worker!Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female character (unnamed)

Prompt: “What should I call you?” | [Master | Alpha | Pet] @buckybarnesevents

Summary: (7k words) AU Bucky is a full-service sex worker who enjoys helping women become more confident in their sexuality.

Warnings: 18+ Only. Mention of an ex-boyfriend. Mention of insecurities/body image. Pet names (sweetheart, baby). Lots of asking for consent. Teasing. Dirty talk. Praise. Issues climaxing. Oral & fingering (f receiving). No intercourse yet (I'm planning to continue this one).

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The end of a long-term relationship had led her here. Years of unhappiness. Years of feeling unsatisfied by her ex. Years of wishing things would change.

After she finally found the courage to end things, the breath of relief she thought would come never did. Instead, she was left feeling lost, insecure, and unsure about what she wanted or who she even was.

That’s when a friend referred her to Bucky.

A full-service sex worker who came highly recommended. A man who believes that there’s something inherently beautiful about everyone.

“I’ve worked with all types of women,” he assured her, “and I’ve found every single one of them attractive.”

It sounded like a line, but all the evidence pointed to the contrary.

Bucky’s not just doing this to make money. He truly enjoys what he does. The physical part of it, sure - he wouldn’t be doing it if he didn’t - but, it’s the emotional aspect that keeps bringing him back.

There’s nothing like the rush he gets from watching a woman find her confidence and blossom under his guidance. That moment when they finally feel comfortable enough to let go of their inhibitions and learn to trust themselves.

It’s a heady feeling, knowing he’s changing their lives forever, and it’s not something he takes lightly.

Over the last few weeks of emails, texts, and phone calls, she found it easy to talk to Bucky about what she wanted out of this experience. Sex is supposed to be fun, and she wants to be able to enjoy herself without worrying about how she looks or if she’s doing the wrong thing.

Even during the more personal topics, like when they discussed what her sex life was like with her ex, Bucky never made her feel ashamed or judged. Her lack of experience and seemingly lack of enthusiasm for certain acts, due to her ex, didn’t make him blink an eye.

If anything, it made Bucky more intrigued to work with her. She was a puzzle he was going to enjoy help figuring out.

Despite his intimidating appearance - his well-defined muscles and the abundance of tattoos, his entire left arm covered in intricate designs - his charismatic personality keeps her relaxed.

His easy-going nature helps her open up as they sit on the couch in the beautifully decorated hotel room, giving her the courage to blurt out a question, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks when she does.

“What should I call you?”

During their last conversation, Bucky had asked her something similar, curious if she would enjoy being called something other than her name. She settled on a few things, but they never discussed what - if anything - she should call him.

With a tilt of his head, and a warm smile, he tells her, “You can call me whatever you’d like.”

The hand that’s been resting on the back of the couch finally moves closer to her, his fingers just inches from her shoulder, making her breath hitch.

“Try not to overthink it,” he continues, his hand drifting closer as his smile turns playful. “Let the throes of passion guide you. I’m good with anything, really. ‘Bucky’. ‘Baby’. ‘Sir’. ‘Daddy’, if that’s your kink.”

She immediately laughs, the pink on her cheeks darkening as she shakes her head at him. She’s just starting to figure out what she might like with a partner, she’s not ready to even consider the last two options.

Bucky’s grin grows and he nods his head in understanding, happy to see that his teasing tone is helping to relax her a bit more. It encourages him to shift a bit closer, his knee just barely brushing against her thigh.

Their layers of clothing do nothing to dampen the rush of arousal she suddenly feels, and she waits with baited breath as his hand hovers over her shoulder, his fingertips almost close enough to touch her shirt.

“Can I touch you?”

It’s such a simple question, but it’s in this moment that she finally understands the phrase ‘consent is sexy.’

There’s something so incredibly intimate and arousing about Bucky asking for permission, despite the obvious reason he’s here.

He accepts the slight nod of her head and the soft whisper of ‘yes’ for now. Eventually, he’ll help her find her voice and figure out how to ask for what she wants.

Until then, he needs to find a balance between her obvious desire for more and showing her that it’s okay to go slow.

She deserves to have someone take their time with her, to learn her body, to help her figure out what brings her pleasure.

She knows what she likes when she’s by herself - that’s never been the problem - it’s allowing herself to be vulnerable with someone that’s the issue. She’s always struggled with being able to fully enjoy the moment, and she’s trusting Bucky to help her learn how to do that.

Goosebumps spread across her skin at the first brush of his thumb along the soft curve where her shoulder meets her neck. A soft exhale and a flutter of her eyelashes tells him all he needs to know, but he still asks, his voice a low murmur.

“Is this okay?”

She’s quick with her answer. A slight nod before she tilts her head, wanting him to keep going. He’s more than happy to, his eyes roaming along her body as he caresses her neck, taking in all the subtle ways her body responds to her touch.

“Does that feel good?”

It shouldn’t make her laugh, but it does. Bucky doesn’t take offense though, just watches her with a grin on his face, his hand never leaving her.

“Why does it turn me on when you ask questions like that?” She’s surprised she manages to get the words out, but any nerves that threaten to consume her are immediately alleviated when Bucky’s smile grows.

She can practically feel how proud he is of her for asking.

He was already excited about working with her, but this just solidifies it. He can’t wait to watch her come out of her shell even more.

As his thumb dips down to trace over her collarbone, he tells her, “I think it’s because it shows you that I care about what you want. That your pleasure is important to me.”

After an audible swallow, and a steadying breath, she admits, “I think I just also like hearing your voice.”

Her confession makes Bucky laugh, the smile reaching his eyes, and he nods his head, “Good to know.” He shifts just a bit closer on the couch, his leg resting against hers, his thumb slowly following a path up to her chin. “Does that mean you wanna try some dirty talk?”

She immediately blushes again, but with his thumb caressing the curve of her throat, she’s forced to keep her head held high.

It manages to give her a boost of confidence, and she lets out a soft laugh, confessing, “Oh god, I’d be terrible at it.”

Bucky chuckles along with her but shakes his head. “Oh don’t worry, you wouldn’t have to say a thing.” His thumb brushes over her chin, almost close enough to touch her lip. “I’d enjoy just watching your reactions.”

He always seems to know just what to say to ease her worries before they can even start. The moment his eyes glance at her mouth, her lips part, and she leans in, just a fraction of an itch.

The smile on Bucky’s face brightens, and he shifts again, mirroring her movements, but he’s not going to kiss her just yet, wanting the anticipation to build a little more. Instead, he repeats his question, softly asking her, “Do you want me to talk dirty to you?”

The slight shudder that rolls through her would make her feel embarrassed if it wasn’t for the hungry look he’s giving her. Her reactions are turning him on, and it helps her find her voice again.

“Yes.”

With a tender touch, Bucky tucks her hair behind her ear, and all her senses are suddenly flooded by him - the smell of him, the heat of him, the sound of his voice whispering in her ear.

“Do you want me to praise you?” The question catches her off guard, but she’s suddenly aware of the way her nipples tighten, especially when he asks, “Can I tell you how good you’re doing?”

She wants his attention. She wants to be comfortable with someone complimenting her and praising her. So, with a slow nod of her head, she whispers another soft, “yes.”

But, Bucky hears the difference this time. The word just a bit louder, a bit more confident. She’s trying her hardest to allow herself to face her fears, and he wants her to know that he sees her. That he’s proud of how far she’s already come.

After getting her permission to touch more of her, he takes her hand in his, stroking his thumb across her palm, listening to the change in her breath. Without ever pulling away, he keeps talking, his mouth almost close enough to touch her ear.

“You’re doing so good for me.”

The praise makes warmth pool in her belly and the softest noise of pleasure escapes her.

“Oh,” he murmurs, his touch sliding higher, the pad of his thumb tracing the inside of her wrist. “I like that sound.”

She feels like she’s dreaming. Bucky’s barely started touching her, and she can already feel the wetness between her thighs, the ache for more.

“Let’s see what other kind of noises you can make for me,” he says, his soft beard brushing against her jaw. With one hand stroking up her forearm, his other hand slides into her hair to support her head, giving him better access.

She’s sure her heart is beating loud enough for him to hear, but she makes no move to pull away, not wanting to give him any reason to stop. Her head is flooded with thoughts of what he’s going to do, how he’s going to touch her, but he still takes her by surprise.

Just the softest brush of Bucky’s lips against her cheek before he’s asking, “is this okay?” and she’s a mess.

She doesn’t even recognize the sound that comes out of her, and without thinking, she reaches for him, her fingers trailing over the front of his shirt.

Bucky rewards her confidence with another soft kiss along her jaw, and she suddenly decides to jump in with both feet, asking him, “Will you kiss me?”

The question’s been building all evening, trying to work its way out of her, and his reaction to it makes her wonder why she was hesitant to start with.

“Absolutely.” The way he says it, like he’s just been waiting for her, makes her laugh softly, and he grins as he pulls back just enough to meet her gaze. “I would love to kiss you.”

And the way he kisses her makes her believe him. His mouth soon coaxing hers open, his tongue seeking permission to deepen the kiss, a soft groan rumbling deep in his chest in response to the taste of her.

It’s all so new and exciting, but somehow Bucky’s able to make it feel familiar and comfortable. And for the first time in what feels like forever, she’s not in her head about what’s happening or what she’s supposed to be doing.

She’s just living in the moment, making out with an incredibly hot guy, welcoming his weight on top of her.

If there was ever any doubt that he was enjoying himself, it’s erased when he settles between her thighs, letting her feel how turned on he is.

The moan she makes in return just makes him harder, and he leans up, meeting her gaze, a soft smile on his lips. As much as Bucky's enjoying kissing her, he wants to hear her, watch her as the pleasure takes over.

She’s not sure who moves first, but with a slight tilt of her hips, the hard length of him is suddenly pressed right against her clit, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, the two of them still completely dressed, but the moment he starts to move against her, her back is already arching, her body seeking out more.

Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off of her, watching her closely. She doesn’t even realize it, but she’s the one setting the pace here. He’s just following her lead, matching her movements with his own, wanting her to show him what feels good to her.

When he can see the attention he’s giving her is starting to overwhelm her, he closes the distance, placing soft kisses along her jaw, giving her time to relax all over again.

With a soft moan right against her ear, he tells her, “You feel so good like this.” His fingers tighten in her hair at her reaction, her tense thighs and lift of her hips causing his cock to throb between them. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?”

“Oh god,” she breathes, grinding harder against him, his words sending a burst of pleasure straight to her clit. With her hands pressed against his back, fisting his shirt, she quickly nods her head, whispering, “Yes. Please.”

That’s the word he’s been waiting for.

Please.

Bucky’s free hand travels down to her thigh, guiding her to lift her leg just a bit higher. The new position makes her gasp and he groans against her neck, asking her, “Please, what?”

Her body shudders as he starts moving again, the increased pressure between her thighs making her breath catch. She doesn’t even know what she’s asking for. She just holds onto him, her hips moving a bit faster, the pleasure building inside of her.

Bucky still wants an answer, but he doesn’t pressure her for one. He follows her lead, listening to her gasps and moans get louder with each thrust of his hips against hers. He’s pretty sure this might be enough to make her come.

The same thought is running through her head, but it’s not long before the moment starts to catch up with her.

The way she’s starting to sweat underneath her clothes, the way her heavy breathing has caused her throat to go dry, the way her foot keeps slipping off the edge of the couch as she tries to find purchase.

This time it doesn’t surprise her when his voice interrupts her thoughts, asking her, “Can you tell me what you need?” All he wants is for her to be comfortable, and if she’s not feeling this anymore, he’s more than happy to find something that works for her.

She knows what she needs. The only problem is that it’s the one thing that’s been giving her the most anxiety about this night.

Being naked with him. Being vulnerable. Having to trust him to prove to her that she deserves to have someone bring her pleasure.

Bucky is more than up for the challenge though. His entire goal for the night is to show her how good it can be to have someone take care of her. To show her how much pleasure someone can bring her, if she just allows herself to connect with them.

Soon, he’s leading them to stand at the foot of the bed, taking his time to get her to relax against him, drawing her into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.

And with just a bit of encouragement, she’s makes the first move, slowly lifting his shirt over his head. While her hands start exploring his newly exposed skin, tracing the lines of the tattoos that cover his shoulder and left arm, he pulls her into another kiss, groaning against her mouth.

She doesn’t know what’s come over her. She’s never felt this confident before, refusing to overthink how she’s touching him, letting her desire for him guide her. It’s opening her up to so many possibilities, the memory of their conversations about boundaries and kinks suddenly flashing through her mind.

As she encourages him to help her out of her shirt, she softly asks him, “What if I change my mind about something we’ve already discussed?”

It’s clear to Bucky that she’s not asking about things she’s already said she wants, and he takes a moment to consider her question, appreciating the way her nipples strain against her bra.

It’s not lost on him that she makes no move to try to cover up or hide herself from him.

After he gives her another kiss, he meets her gaze, watching her as his finger traces along her bra strap, the back of his fingers brushing across the swell of her breast.

He smiles when her lips part, her breath quickening, and he whispers, “Then you tell me. Tonight’s about learning to ask for what you want.”

She nods her head slowly, but her voice leaves her for a moment. Her entire focus is on his touch, his fingers teasing along the edge of her bra, the occasional brush of his skin against hers making her dizzy with need. She’s not sure she’s ever been this turned on before, especially not during foreplay.

“What is it you think you might want?”

Bucky remembers everything she said no to - everything she knew she wouldn’t like, or didn’t want to try - and he can’t ignore the rush of excitement at the thought that he’s made her comfortable enough to try something she wasn’t sure about before.

It’s not until she’s helped him out of his jeans, leaving him in just his boxer briefs, that she finally figures out how to voice her desires. It helps that he chooses the same moment to kneel in front of her to undo her jeans, the soft brush of his fingers against her stomach bringing her nothing but pleasure.

“I did what you suggested,” she begins, her hand resting on his shoulder as he starts to lower her jeans, his eyes briefly looking up at her, a pleased smirk on his face as he reveals the matching panties to her bra. “The other night,” she whispers, watching as he slowly undresses her, helping her step out of her jeans. “I tasted myself.”

Bucky doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it’s not that.

His hands immediately reach up to hold her hips, his thumbs dipping underneath the waistband of her panties as he lets out a soft groan. The image of her alone in her own bed, touching herself, tasting herself for the first time has him silently praying that this is going where he thinks it is.

He somehow manages to keep his composure and looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire, but his voice steady. “What did you think?”

She’s the one that brought this up, but her skin still grows warm and a soft laugh comes out of her. She’s trying so hard not to overthink all of this - to not let her insecurities start to overwhelm her.

Bucky helps her through this moment, like he’s done all evening. Still kneeling in front of her, he slides his hands down her thick thighs and gently asks, “Do you like the way you taste?”

Her first reaction is to give him a slight shrug, her eyes looking past him. But he quickly gets her attention, finding a sensitive spot along the back of her thigh, the graze of his fingers causing her breath to shudder out of her.

It has the desired effect, and she nods her head, whispering, “Yes.”

Bucky continues watching her as he caresses the back of her thighs, marveling at the way it causes obvious pleasure to ripple through her, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Do you think I’d like the way you taste?”

There’s no doubt in his mind that he will, but this isn’t really about him. Bucky needs her to get there on her own, to believe that someone wants all of her.

She wants to shrug again. To brush off his question and keep her eyes closed, pretending that he’s not watching her right now. But, she can’t. That’s not why she’s here. That’s not why Bucky is here.

After she forces herself to take a slow, deep breath, she finally opens her eyes and looks down at him. The confidence she wishes for isn’t there yet, but she’s able to answer him honestly.

A soft whisper of, “I’m not sure.” And then, a barely audible utterance of, “Maybe.”

Without hesitation, his hands slide up the outside of her thighs, returning to her hips, his fingers tracing along the edge of her panties. “Do you want me to taste you?”

She forgets how to breathe, air getting trapped in her lungs as she tries not to look away. She just needs to ask for what she wants. It should be easy by now. She’s already standing in front of him in just her bra and underwear, letting him see the bits of her that she’s uncomfortable with.

But, for a moment, the words still don’t come. Her hands remain on his shoulders, her nails lightly scratching along his tattooed skin as she tries to refocus. This time, Bucky remains quiet. He just continues to look up at her, giving her as much time as she needs to show him she’s ready for this.

This is something her ex never volunteered to do, and she was always too shy to ask, but she doesn’t want to be shy anymore.

She wants to own her sexuality. She wants to be able to ask for what she wants in her next relationship, even new things she might not even know she wants yet.

With a slight nod of her head, and another trembling breath, she tells him, “Yes. I want… I want that.”

Bucky doesn’t move yet. The look he gives her conveys how proud he is of her, but he wants to hear her say the actual words. Instead of just expecting her to know what to say, he asks her, “What do you want, sweetheart?”

She swallows the nervous laughter that threatens to spill out and takes a moment to close her eyes, trying to compose herself. How can such a simple term of endearment cause her so much pleasure?

That’s not what she says though. When her mouth opens, the words come before she can overthink them. “I want you to taste me.”

“Oh, good girl.” Bucky’s growl of praise almost has her collapsing into a puddle, but his hands on her hips keep her steady. Not wanting to lose the momentum she’s building, he slides his hands up her back to her bra, asking her, “Can I take this off?”

She’s already made it this far, the intensity of her insecurities starting to lessen each time she reveals more of herself to him. With a nod of her head, she gives him permission, unable to look away as he slowly unhooks her bra, his fingers immediately rubbing along the indentations left behind.

The soft moan of relief she makes has him grinning up at her, and he slowly slides the straps down her arms, giving her a moment to adjust to this new level of vulnerability.

With his gaze still on her face, he tosses her bra aside to join the rest of their clothes and softly asks her, “Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.” The words come easily this time, despite her nerves trying to get the better of her. She’s insecure about her breasts, gravity having caught up to her before she thought it would, and she finds herself wanting his approval.

In reality, it doesn’t matter what he thinks of her body, but he’s more than happy to help her see what he sees.

Matching his pace of the entire evening, his fingers brush along the sides of her breasts, the feather-light touch causing her nipples to pebble.

“You’re gorgeous,” he tells her, unable to tear his gaze away from the way her body immediately arches towards his touch.

Bucky’s given her no reason to doubt his words, and the moment he cups her breast in his hand, her fingers slide into his hair as if to guide him closer.

He doesn’t make her ask for it this time, and she barely registers his breath on her skin before his tongue flicks out to lick her nipple.

The sound she makes causes his cock twitch and he wastes no time trying to bring more of those noises out of her.

With his heavily-tattoed arm wrapped around her to support her, he immediately closes his lips around the erect bud, his free hand moving to her other nipple.

It’s like he’s on a mission to see just how loud he can make her get before she demands more from him.

It doesn’t take long, her body trembling against him, both her hands in his hair, tugging at the strands.

“Bucky,” she moans, meeting his gaze as he switches sides, his fingers now playing with her saliva-slick nipple.

All he does is grin at her in return, the gentle scrape of his teeth giving her the last push she needs. He can practically see the last of her walls starting to crumble, and as he sucks her nipple into his mouth, she manages to surprise him yet again.

“Please,” she pleads, unable to hide how breathless he’s already made her. “I want you to taste me.”

“Oh fuck,” Bucky groans against her breast. He immediately pulls back and slides his hand up to wrap his fingers around her throat, his tender touch adding to her pleasure. “Is that what you need, baby? You want me to lick your pussy?”

All it takes is a quick confirmation from her and he’s guiding her onto the bed, more than ready to show her what she’s been missing out on.

Within just a few moments, he has her naked and writhing underneath him, his mouth starting at her neck, taking his time to kiss down her soft curves.

By the time he’s placing kisses along her inner thighs, she’s forgotten about all the reasons why she almost didn’t ask for this. All thoughts about her ex-boyfriend are gone, as are her insecurities, and she runs her fingers through his hair, whining softly, “Please.”

Bucky will never tire of hearing that word. And with one last glance up at her, he helps her push her thighs back a bit more, giving him the perfect view of her pussy.

“Mmm.” The groan that leaves him makes her pulse, her hips shifting underneath his hold, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “Eager, are we?” he teases, taking a moment to give her thigh another soft kiss, his beard tickling her pussy.

The question should make her blush - and any other time it would - but Bucky’s good at what he does. He’s somehow made her comfortable enough that not only does she not blush, she actually laughs. With a grin on her face, she quickly nods her head and tells him, “Yes. I am.”

Bucky’s so proud of her. She’s already come so far, and he quickly praises her with a soft rumble of, “Good girl.”

And then he’s rewarding her, the slow swipe of his tongue along her slit immediately reducing her to a low whine of, “Oh my god.” He repeats the action, licking her from her dripping entrance up to her clit, teasing the bud with just the tip of his tongue.

“Oh my god.” She’s not sure she knows how to say anything else right now. She’s barely breathing at this point anyway, her entire body tense with anticipation.

And then he has the nerve to pull away, giving her another grin to tell her, “You were right.”

She blinks, her hands fisting the sheets, her legs already shaking. All she can think about is having his mouth back on her pussy. She has no clue what he’s talking about.

“You taste so fucking good.”

Oh.

She’s not sure she even says anything, but it doesn’t matter because he dips his head back down and gets back to work, tasting her again.

Bucky alternates between long, slow licks and sliding his tongue deep inside of her, wiggling the muscle along her walls. He’s paying attention to all the ways she reacts to what he’s doing, repeating every action that makes her moan or shudder.

She gets lost in the moment, unsure of what to do with her hands, one gripping the sheets while the other holds her ankle, keeping herself spread for him.

She can feel her pleasure building, but the longer he’s between her thighs, the more her insecurities start to resurface. Maybe this isn’t going to happen. No one’s been able to make her come before.

She’s always been responsible for her own orgasm, and while Bucky seems confident in his abilities, her doubt is starting to creep back up.

When he returns his attention back to her clit, Bucky dragging the flat of his tongue over the bundle of nerves, she whispers his name. She feels compelled to apologize, like she’s wasting his time, but the only thing she can get out is, “I can’t.”

He pauses, but doesn’t pull his hands away, his fingers slick with her arousal as he looks up at her. Recognizing the confusion and embarrassment on her face, he realizes one crucial mistake he’s made.

Bucky indulges himself with one more lick before he sets her at ease, explaining, “I’m not trying to make you come yet, baby. I just wanted to taste you, see what you like first.” His thumb teases over her clit as he kisses the soft skin of her inner thigh and asks her, “Is that okay?”

Just like that, he manages to get her back into the right headspace.

After a slow nod of her head, he’s bringing her pleasure again, exploring every inch of her pussy. He's enjoying taking his time, finding all the ways she likes to be touched, learning her body so he can give her what she needs.

He’s also teasing her. Using his knowledge to make her more desperate. He hopes to get her to the point where she can ask for everything she wants without having to get this overwhelmed.

After his mouth moves away from her clit to lick across her entrance, he hears the change in her breathing. His quick glance shows him that her hands have moved to her tits, her fingers tugging at her nipples, and it tells him everything he needs to know.

Bucky returns his tongue to her clit, slowly circling the swollen bud before closing his lips around it, the soft suction causing her back to arch and she quickly nods her head, whispering, “oh god, please.”

But he pulls away again, her soft gasping whine proving he’s on the right track. She’s almost there. Just another quick tease of his tongue sliding issue of her, then back to suckling on her clit. That’s all it takes.

Her hand comes down to his head, fingers gripping his hair, as she breathlessly begs him, “Yes. Please. Just like that.”

This time, Bucky doesn’t move or pull away. He groans against her, unable to stop his hips from grinding against the mattress, her words sending pleasure straight to his cock.

With each flick of his tongue, her noises get louder, the coil in her belly growing tighter.

She might actually come from this. Bucky might actually be able to make her come.

That’s all she can think about.

One hand in his hair, the other back to white-knuckling the sheet, using it for leverage to grind herself against his mouth. She can feel the pressure building, her muscles growing taut, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

She’s going to come.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, seemingly unable to say anything else again. But Bucky still doesn’t change anything he’s doing, staying exactly where he is, his tongue never stopping. “Oh my god,” she repeats, nodding her head, desperate for this to happen.

It’s her downfall.

Just when she thinks it’s finally going to happen for her, the feeling suddenly starts to fade. The whine that leaves her, coupled with the frustrated, “No” has her quickly covering her flushed face.

The last thing Bucky wants is for her to think she’s done anything wrong. Or, even worse, that there’s something wrong with her. Because, there isn’t.

“Shhh,” he soothes her, peppering kisses along her thighs. His thumb returns to her clit, Bucky wanting to keep her pleasure building towards that peak again, and he tells her, “It’s okay. Sometimes we can get in our head. And sometimes... it’s just because we need more.”

She’s able to lower her hands away from her face to look down at him. It’s obvious he’s still enjoying himself, and all he wants is for her to be right there with him. It still takes her a moment of slow breathing for her to finally nod her head at him.

“Can you tell me what you think you need right now?” His slick thumb glides over her clit again before dipping down between her folds, teasing across her entrance.

Her body immediately responds, her hips seeking out more, wanting him inside of her.

Bucky tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at her, the smile on his face growing. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

It does the trick. With another shift of her hips, and more teasing pressure from his thumb, she nods her head. She doesn’t know how, but the words spill out of her without a second thought. “Fuck me, please.”

It takes every once of his control not to immediately let his thumb sink inside of her. She’s so wet, just begging to be filled, but it’s the perfect time to get her to verbalize her needs.

Bucky sits up on his knees just a bit, circling his thumb against her entrance before sliding it back up to her clit. He interrupts her needy whine with, “How do you want me to fuck you?”

She knows what he’s doing. And she’s incredibly grateful for it. Between quick and shallow breaths, she tells him, “With your fingers. Please.”

He tests her resolve, watching her closely as he starts to rub his thumb against her again, almost pushing inside of her. She immediately shakes her head and he pauses, a grin lighting up his face.

Bucky doesn’t even have to ask, she’s more than willing to tell him exactly what she wants. Her words coming quickly. “Please. Fuck me with your fingers. Two of them.”

His growl of praise immediately floods her brain, causing pleasure to radiate from her core. “Oh good girl,” he tells her, more than ready to give her what she wants, “I’m so proud of you.”

The cry that comes out of her as he fills her is unlike anything she’s ever made before. Her back arches and she reaches for him, grabbing his tattooed hand as his two thick fingers immediately find the spot that always seemed to allude others.

Bucky has every intention of tasting her again, planning to make her come with his mouth on her clit while he fucks her with his fingers.

He just wants to take a moment to watch her, enjoying the way the curl of his fingers causes her to gasp. His own body throbbing with pleasure as he strokes along her front wall, drawing more noises from her.

“You are so fucking hot,” he moans, interlocking their fingers as his gaze travels along her body from her thighs to her face, his cock leaking pre-cum at the sight of her.

When she’s able to accept his compliment without looking away, he increases the pressure, listening to the sounds of her wetness fill the air.

She’s finally at that point that he promised she’d get to. Where she feels nothing but pleasure, able to bask in the connection they’re sharing.

“I wanna come for you.” There’s nothing quiet about her request, even as she struggles to get the words out between her soft gasps and moans.

“You really are incredible,” he tells her, eagerly returning to his earlier position, his head between her thighs.

With his fingers still deep inside of her, he presses his tattooed arm against her thigh and places his palm flat against her lower stomach, using his fingers to spread her, exposing her clit.

She welcomes his touch, not a care in the world about how exposed she feels or how his hand digs into her soft belly. In fact, she doesn’t care how she looks at all. All she cares about his how close his mouth is to her pussy again, the feel of his warm breath making her whisper, “Please.”

Bucky glances up at her, a serious look on his face, quieting her pleading for the moment.

“There’s no rush here, do you understand?” He accepts the slight nod of her head before continuing, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. “If I need a break, I’ll tell you. Until then,” his raises his eyebrows in excitement, “let’s just enjoy ourselves, yeah?”

She’s quick to agree, forcing herself to relax, resting her head against the pillow. She doesn’t even try to keep her eyes open anymore, the return of his tongue to her clit practically making her forget her name.

With the pressure of his fingers inside of her, rubbing against her g-spot, there’s suddenly not a doubt in her mind that Bucky’s going to make her come.

It still rushes up on her quickly, her senses completely overloaded - the obscene noises his mouth makes against her clit, the slight scratch of his beard on her pussy, the smell of sex lingering in the air.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, one hand on her breast, the other on his head, gripping his hair. “Please don’t stop.”

He actually has the audacity to laugh against her, but he has no intentions of stopping. The rhythm of his tongue never changes, Bucky already knowing exactly how to lick her to get her there.

She allows herself to be consumed by the pleasure he’s giving her, and the moment her hips start to move faster against him, her thighs threatening to close, the groan he makes causes her to fall over the edge.

Bucky keeps her held down, even as her body bucks against him, using his strength to keep his mouth on her clit and his fingers buried inside of her.

She’s so tight, barely allowing fingers to move at all, but it doesn’t matter, he just keeps stroking her g-spot, prolonging her pleasure as long as she’ll let him.

It feels like it lasts forever, her body riding out the waves until she’s left a wrecked, trembling mess, incoherent words escaping her lips.

Once Bucky’s sure she’s had as much as she can take, he quickly kisses up her body to pull her into his arms. She wraps herself around him, clinging to him, burying her face against him as he soothes her with soft words of praise.

“You did so good for me.”

“Such a good girl.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you for trusting me.”

As her body starts to relax, she welcomes his mouth on hers, moaning at the taste of her arousal on his lips. It makes her want more and it’s not long before her hips move underneath him, grinding herself against his covered erection.

Bucky rests his forehead against hers and lets out his own moan of pleasure, his neglected cock wanting nothing more to fuck her and feel her come. He won’t do anything unless she asks for it though.

The look she’s giving him tells him she knows exactly what’s going through his mind. But, she doesn’t ask him to fuck her. Not yet.

First, she asks for something else - something she thought she wouldn’t want to do, her request catching Bucky off guard, causing his hips to thrust against her.

“Can I suck your cock?”

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Tsk, tsk, Bucky doesn’t know how much he fucked up. At least, not yet hehe

His forever and ever

// Chapter One //

// Pairing //

-> (Ex-)Boyfriend!Mob!Bucky Barnes x (Ex-)Girlfriend!Reader

// Summary //

-> Moving on, living with your best friend and working in a part isn’t as easy as you thought but it’s not bad either. Some flirts here and there — you can be whoever you want, right?

// Wordcount //

-> 4.067 Words

// Warnings // Teen

-> angst, kind of stalking, comfort, best friend Steve, flirty John, mention of violence, jealousy,

// Authors Note //

-> The biggest thank you to the amazing @bucks-babe for proofreading and coming up with more details.

// Events //

-> Fandom-Free Bingo: Book Night | B1 | Cold as ice | @fandom-free-bingo

// Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist //

// Series Masterlist //

<- Prologue

It’s been a few weeks since you left the mansion, the day you left you went to your friend, Steve Rogers. You both know one another since you’re kids, you grew up together. He is like your older brother, he always takes care of you.

He is handsome too, short blond hair, mostly styled and he has a highly defined muscular body, but the best of him are his oversized hoodies. Or more like his fitting hoodies but for you they are way too big and you love wearing them, especially since you broke up with Bucky.

Steve’s hoodies give you some comfort, feeling like a big hug and sometimes you also sleep with them. It doesn’t feel so cold since Bucky isn’t there to cuddle you and Steve is working and cuddling with you on the couch — then his hoodies are the best solution.

Your best friend never judges you for the movies you watch, the ice cream and chocolate you eat or laughs about the amount of tissues you need during these movies or just when you feel like everything's coming up and you need to cry.

He would and has never judged you for that, mostly he is offering you more ice cream or chocolate or he pulls you close against him, caressing your back and telling you that it will be better in a bit, that everything is going to be fine at some point. And that a pretty girl like you will find someone who deserves your love, someone who will treat you like you deserve.

Sometimes you ask yourself why your best friend needs to be gay, it would be so much easier to marry him, you know him so well and even though you’re not even the slightest bit over Bucky the thought of marrying your gay best friend is a bit funny.

Bucky is on your mind whenever you’re not fully distracted, when you close your eyes you see him in front of you and when you go out and see a man with long brown hair you always feel like it’s him. He is following you everywhere and you try as best as you can to move on but your heart still aches.

Little do you know Bucky feels the exact same but he doesn’t show it like you do. The man you used to know is deep down under a surface of hate and power. He doesn’t want anyone — not even his friends — to call him Bucky any longer, he is James Barnes and people have to look up to him.

The main time of the day he is working, mostly from the early morning into the night, but when he walks back into his room, the man he tries to be the whole day breaks down, his heart shattered and he didn’t know that it’s even possible that he can break that much.

James Barnes is nothing but a broken man, missing the only woman he loves, he is nothing without you, he can’t even laugh without you being around to give him a reason to laugh. The light in his dark turned off, leaving a hole where he is still falling, he feels like there is no ground underneath him.

“James?” One of his men asks and he looks up, rolling his eyes annoyed. Bucky has dark shadows under his eyes, he doesn't get much sleep and he mostly cries himself to sleep — thinking he is pathetic, crying as a mobster but he can’t help when he thinks about you and especially not when he thinks about you moving on, maybe having another man who makes you happy.

“What? Can't you all just fuck off and do as you're told?” He asks, his voice dark but slightly shaking. Since the day you left the mansion to move on without him he isn't himself anymore. Or maybe he is but he is the darkest and coldest side of himself he can be, trying to forget everything, trying to move on but who would he be? Would he move on without you by his side?

How could he dare to love himself when he pushed the only person who means everything for him away like she doesn't mean anything for him. He looks at the man in front of you, his blue eyes a storm of emotion but only for the ones who have seen the real man behind that cold surface, who have seen the lovely and sweet man.

“You wanted us to keep you updated,” the other man says, slightly shifting from one foot to the other. James doesn't care, he already knows, of course he told his men to keep him updated about you but as much as he tries to focus on his other work he just can. So he spends most of the day following every step you do, finding out about the place you live now, the place you work or where you spent your nights with.

“And do you have news or do you want to waste my time by standing around instead of doing your work?” James asks, rolling his eyes once again, sighing deeply. He leans forward, placing his forearms on the desk he is sitting at, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular tattooed arms. “Dickhead.”

The man who is still standing in the door of James' office looks at his boss with a slight shock in his widened eyes. He plays with his fingers, trying to calm his nervousness before he clears his throat, looking away from James. “S—She is going to the bar today, probably working but we heard that Steve is going there with her.”

Steve? James knows about your best friend, your gay best friend. He nods, scratching his beard. “Steve, huh? Describe him.”

The man nods, trying to remember the man he means. He inhales deeply, still nervous around the mobster and James' anger doesn't make it better at all. “Light brown hair, uhm tall and muscles, he had a girl close to him.”

“Oke, fuck off now.” The man turns immediately around, making his way as fast as possible out of James' office. The brown-haired mobster leans back in his chair, inhaling deeply while he tries to blink the tears away. It’s not your best friend youre going out with so who the fuck is that guy?

What does that Steve guy that he doesn’t have? Bucky could have given you the town, the whole world, but also the flowers you love so much, so what do you see in Steve? James brings his hand to his hair, sliding his fingers through his soft brown hair and when he closes his eyes for a moment it feels like it's your soft, smaller hand that combs his hair back. Your scent still lingering everywhere he goes and he is sure that it's just in his mind because not even your shirt you forgot is smelling like you anymore.

Sometimes it feels like the weight of the world is crashing on top of him, showing him over and over again that he messed up and that he should have been a better boyfriend for you. Maybe you would still live with him, maybe you would love him the way you used to and just maybe you would have your own little family now.

So just as he does so often he plans to look after you, making sure you're fine even though he never talked to you. James often went out to the place you were, looking for you and looking at you from a distance, he didn't want you to know that he is following you everywhere like a lost puppy — like the lost and broken puppy he is without your warmth and love. James gets up from his chair, making his way through his office to get ready for the evening to finally get you back, to get back the woman he loves more than anything else.

“Stevie, can we go now?” You ask, laughing when your best friend still struggles with his outfit. He walks out of his room, holding up two different shirts, and looks at you with a questioning gaze. With a playful roll of your eyes you look at the shirts he is holding in his hands until you point at the light blue one with the silver star on his shoulder. He nods with a soft smile, turning around and changes his shirt before he stands for the next problem of the evening.

“How do I want to style my hair? Do you think there are some hot guys, then I should look good too, maybe I can take one home later,” he giggles, standing in front of his mirror, fingers running to his short blond hair while he tries to style them a bit.

You chuckle, getting off the couch and walking into his room, standing behind him and he immediately gets on his knees so you can help him with his hair. A groan leaves your lip when you realize how easy he is going on his knees for you. “You always look handsome, Stevie. But how about we comb them back? Maybe they are going on their knees for you just as fast as you did for me right now.”

Steve laughs, letting his head fall back against your leg and smiles at you. His ocean blue eyes glowing slightly and for a moment you see Bucky kneeling in front of you. You close your eyes, inhaling deeply and letting your mind run wild, imagine Bucky there with you, the way he looked at you with such adoration and love in his eyes. Whenever he looked at you his smile grew and his eyes lit up in the most beautiful blue, you always compared it with the ocean, especially during the sunset when the sun was kissing the ocean.

“Princess, hey, look at me,” Steve says, lifting his hand to bring it to your cheek, he wipes away the tears you didn't even know were covering your cheeks. You open your eyes, looking at your best friend, who smiles sadly at you.

He would love to take that pain away from you, to help you forget Bucky but he also knows that you're just not ready to do that. Your heart belongs to the mobster and it will probably forever.

“How about we let my hair be a bit messy?” Steve suggests and gets up before you can say anything. You nod, taking a step backwards and letting him get up. He holds his arms out for you to let him hug you and you smirk a bit when you let him pull you close against his chest. You can feel his defined muscles and his heart beating in a steady pace against his ribcage.

After the needed hug you make your way to the bar you're working at. Steve and you were often there to get you distracted after the break-up with Bucky. And you really appreciate it because just a week after going there the first time the boss of the bar asked you to work there as bartender and you immediately agreed.

It's a small bar with a little dance floor, the people who work there with you are really nice and also the customers are always nice. When they aren’t you can tell the bodyguards that you feel uncomfortable and they would immediately throw them out of the bar. Your boss made it clear “You feel uncomfortable? Let the bodyguards know and they will throw them out. Want my people to have fun at work, so never hesitate to say something.”

You’re already working for around half an hour and Steve is sitting in front of you, talking to you. You both always gossip over the boys in the bar, especially the ones Steve likes to look at and the ones who look at him. “Do you see that small guy there? The one with the dark hair.”

Steve nods in a direction and you chuckle when you see the man he is talking about. The other man is definitely that type of guy Steve would date. You smirk, leaning over so you're closer to Steve. “Catch him, tiger.”

Your best friend turns around, laughing about that nickname. You don't know when you called him that the first time but you describe his way to get a boy is always like a tiger is looking for his food, quiet and careful before he jumps on top of it.

When the smaller man walks closer to the two of you, your grin widens. You notice that man, you have seen him a few times here already and he was often looking at Steve then. You know his name and you also know his favorite drink, so you tap Steve's shoulder to get his attention, leaning closer once again.

“Stevie, he is coming here. I know his name and his favorite drink, do you want to impress him?” You ask, laughing when Steve’s eyes widen in excitement before he nods slightly. “His name is Anthony Stark but he prefers to be called Tony, and his drink is whiskey, so do you want to order two whiskeys for the two of you?”

You already prepare the drinks when Steve nods and turns lightly to the side to find Tony standing just a bit away from him. Your best friend gets off the chair, holding his hand out for Tony to take it and the smaller man does, smirking at the blond-haired man.

“Hi, handsome, how about a drink? Maybe a whiskey?” Steve asks, catching the smaller man off guard until he hears you giggle and looks at you, shaking his head. Tony then nods, letting go of Steve's hand and walking closer to the bar you're standing at, he takes a seat, waiting for Steve to do the same.

“Here you are, boys,” you say, smirking when both of them are already deep in their own talks, only nodding their heads as a thank you for the drink. You continue to work, making drinks and snacks for every one who asks for something.

When you have a short break, you stare at the people dancing in the middle of the bar, laughing and then you see Steve and Tony jumping and dancing around, waving at you. You wave back, laughing softly about their cuteness. You don’t notice the man who is sitting close to where you’re standing at the bar, his eyes roaming over your face and he can't help but need to smirk when he sees your eyes light up and your lips curl into such a beautiful smile.

“They look happy, have seen you know them? Such a cute couple,” the man says and you yelp in surprise, turning your head and feeling your cheeks heat up. He smirks at you, changing his seat to be closer to you and you giggle softly, when he places his arms on the surface of the table, his smirk grows when you prepare a drink for him.

“With or without lemon?” You ask, already letting a bit of lemon fall down into the glass filled with whiskey. Before he can answer he sees you adding the sour fruit and nodding, tilting his head to the side when you place the glass in front of him. “For free, because I'm in a good mood after seeing my best friend being so happy like that.”

The man chuckles, he then takes a sip of the drink and growls satisfied about the taste. “It's perfect, I'm John by the way, and who is the pretty girl I have the honor to talk to?” John asks and you giggle lightly, you had a lot of flirts since you have been working in the bar but he is definitely one of your favorites.

“I'm Y/N,” you tell him, looking straight into his blue eyes. Sometimes you wonder if you have a kind of weakness for men with blue eyes. But whoever stands in front of you can have the most beautiful eyes but they are nothing compared to Bucky’s, especially not to his ones when he was laughing.

It annoys you that he is always in your mind, stopping you from being happy completely but on the other side you're scared that when you would stop thinking about him that often you could forget about him. He hurt you, he broke promises and broke a part of you with that but no matter what he did you love him more than you ever thought you could love someone.

“Such a beautiful name. Are you alright, you're not looking as happy as you best friend and his date,” the blond haired man asks and you try to smile it away, the pain that is glistening in your eyes. “Do you know, I'm a stranger but I'm a cool stranger and sometimes it's easier to tell someone you don't know about your problems instead of someone you do know very well.”

He takes another sip of his whiskey, his eyes still piercing in yours and you sigh softly, shaking your head. Maybe he is right, maybe you should tell him about Bucky, about your break-up. But when you do you better not call Bucky by his name, people like to react really weird when they know that you were together with a mobster. You make yourself a drink too, just lemonade with some ice before you place your hands on the counter in front of you, nodding your head.

“You could be right. I mean I don't know but who cares right?” You laugh awkwardly, trying to make it easier for you to talk about Bucky. John nods, waiting patiently for you to continue talking.

You feel comfortable around him, like you’ve known him longer than just these five minutes. His patient and his soft smirk across his face causes you to relax, you weren't able to do that in a while but you're glad you can relax around another man than Steve — or Bucky — especially right now. And a part of you is glad that he isn't just one who wants to flirt with you but is really interested in you and your feelings.

“My bo- my ex-boyfriend and I broke up a few weeks ago. He used to be so sweet and caring but at some point it felt like his work was the most important thing in his life. He promised to go out but he never kept that promise, he made it up to me— yeah, with really good sex. But it's not all when you never get the affection and love you crave and when your boyfriend thinks you're self-evident and willing to forgive him everything no matter how bad he hurts you,” you tell John, his smirks fades away and his eyes narrow slightly. He places his hands underneath his chin, nodding when you finished talking, giving himself a moment to process what you just said.

After a moment he clears his throat, he interlocks his fingers and places his chin on top of them once again, then he smirks softly at you. “He didn't know what he had when he treated you like that. Heartbreaks always hurt but I'm sure you will find someone who will bring back your smile, who will love you and where you’re the priority in his life,” John says and makes you blush.

Even though you blush and appreciate his words, whenever you hear those words you think about Bucky. The way he used to touch you, his lips so soft and warm against your skin, he knows you better than you do and the way he just looked at you. He always found the best solution to comfort you even though it was just a hug or kisses, he always had a solution for every feeling that wasn't happiness. You felt like you were the most adorable woman, even the day you moved out he looked at you like that, you can still see his teary, red eyes when you told him that you need to move on when you close your eyes.

When you open your mouth to say something you see someone walking toward the bar. You swallow thickly, recognizing the man who makes his way toward you. Only now you notice the way the people close around the bar whisper something to one another and stare into two directions, the one is toward you where the broad man is walking toward the bar you're standing behind and the direction is to the lounge in a corner of the bar.

John turns a bit around to look at the man who causes your eyes to widen. Your body starts to tremble and you don't even have to look to the lounge to know who is sitting there. You inhale deeply, maybe they just want a drink and nothing more, he doesn't know that you're working in the bar, right? But he always told you he will find you and he can find everyone and anything if he wants.

“H—Hi, do you want to have a drink? Maybe with some snacks?” You ask nicely, hands shaking when you want to turn around to grab two glasses. He didn't even pay attention to you, Thor — Bucky's Bodyguard — looks down at John who narrows his eyebrows, looking confused between you and the broad man in front of him.

“You should leave now,” Thor growls, nodding his head toward the door but John doesn't move. You feel really uncomfortable right now but you’re frozen to the ground, not able to walk a step or ask some of the bodyguards of the bar. And you're not even sure if they would throw the mobster and his man out of the bar.

“I don't think you can tell me what to do, and I’m having a good talk with this beautiful girl here, so please leave us alone,” John says, calmly when he turns back toward you. His eyes widen when he sees the terror in your eyes, and your body trembles while you stare at Thor. “Are you oke?”

You move your head slightly to look at John, nodding your head before you shake it and swallow thickly once again. Thor's hand snaps forward, grasping John's chin and turning his face with force back toward you before he forces John to tilt his head back, grabbing tight around his jaw while Thor leans closer. There are only inches away between both men's faces. “I told you to leave and I won't say that again. My boss doesn't like it when someone who isn’t him flirts with his girl.”

“You can tell Bucky that I'm not his girl anymore. I broke up so leave John alone,” you say, feeling a smooth tingling in your lower belly that Bucky still says that you belong to him. But at the same time you are kind of mad that he wants to decide who you’re dating, especially when he just walks into the bar and doesn’t even let you talk to John.

John wiggles out of Thor's grip, getting off the chair and walking a few steps backwards. The broad man looks at him, grinning lightly but before he can react John lifts his hand and hits Thor across his face. The bodyguard's eyes widen and he walks a few steps back, looking with shock and confusion in his eyes at the smaller man.

“I’m sorry, John,” you mumble, earning just a soft smile and a shake of his head from the man. You don’t need to apologize for something you didn’t do. Thor just wants to step closer toward John when his phone buzzes. He reads whatever the other person wrote before he furrows, stares at John, then looks at you and smirks.

“He doesn’t like it when you make him jealous, you know that,” he mumbles, turning around and heading back to the lounge. You follow him with your eyes and then you see HIM.

Bucky Barnes, the man who still owns your heart, the one and only man for you. But also the one who hurt you and the one who scares other men away from you, making sure there is no one you can date when it’s not him.

-> Chapter Two

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bucks-babe · 8 days

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Domestic alpha Bucky???

Did you read my mind and know exactly what I needed!

I was hooked from the start and this is one of my favorite alpha Bucky fics