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mysecretlittlelibrary · 3 years ago

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I Know Your Secret

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: toys, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spitroasting, oral (f,m receiving), degradation, praise, double penetration, threesome, praise, creampie, anal- probably some other nasty shit I missed lol

Genre: smut with some fluff here and there

Summary: Your boyfriend's suggestion of vibrating panties seemed fine when you agreed to it- but apparently he had bigger plans than messing with you at the worst times

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You gasp and jump slightly when your panties suddenly start buzzing against your clit. You knew you were wearing them but you'd honestly forgotten while reading your book. It'd been hours since Bucky had you put them on and he was surprisingly not teasing you every five minutes. Part of you wonders why he's chosen to turn it on now when he's not around and you're alone but the strong vibrations are too distracting to text him. You don't even know where he is in the tower right now. You moan, throwing your head back at the unrelenting pleasure.

"Fucking hell." You breathe, putting your book down before you throw it across the room or rip the pages. The vibrations suddenly decrease in intensity and you struggle to catch your breath when a knock at your door startles you.

"Y/n? You busy? It's Steve!" You hear on the other side of your door. You mutter a curse to yourself as you scramble to get under your comforter.

"Did you need something?" You call back, focused on keeping your voice steady even as your underwear continues to stimulate your clit.

"Uh yeah I have a question- can I come in?" He asks. You quickly grab your book and with shaky hands you open it to the page you'd just bookmarked.

"Sure, come in!" You tell him.

"Hey." He says once he steps into your room.

"What's up Stevie?" You ask.

"Well you know that doordash app you taught me to use a couple months ago?" Steve scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, almost like he's embarrassed.

"Yeah- what about it?"

"I was trying to order food and I couldn't figure it out so- could you help me?" He asks. You hold back a sigh- how trivial but you can't turn him down even so.

"Sure- come over here. What's the problem?" You ask reaching out your hand for his phone.

"Well I can't figure out how to place the order."

"What do you mean? Just tap a menu item and hit place order when you're done. It's- pretty straightforward." You say stuttering at the end when you feel the vibrations increase.

"Are you okay?" He frowns.

"Yeah- fine, fine. Do you- need something else?" You huff out tensely.

"Uh- no. Thanks for your help. I tried to ask Bucky but he told me to come ask you because he doesn't know how to use it either." Steve explains.

"B-Bucky sent you here?" You blink at him. Suddenly some of the pieces click in your head.

"Well yeah- since you taught us both how to use the app-"

"Bucky knows how to use the app he uses it all the time." You cut Steve off, swallowing a whimper when the vibrations increase again.

"Oh- why would he say- do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" You ask.

"That buzzing noise. You can't hear it?" He asks.

"Nope I don't hear any buzzing." You shake your head hoping to get him to leave.

"It- it sounds like it's coming from under your bed?" Steve frowns.

"I don't have anything under my bed that could buzz Steve." You say letting out a yelp that you immediately try to cover when the vibrations get stronger again.

"Wait it just got louder you really can't hear- y/n a-are you sure you're okay? You look- are you sweating?" Steve leans closer to you.

"Steve I don't want to be rude but I really need you to leave. And if you see Bucky tell him I'm going to kill him for this." You huff knowing you won't be able to control yourself for much longer.

"Kill him for what? You know if you're sweating you should really take off that comforter. Do you want water or something? I can turn on the fan."

"Steve!" You snap but the rest of your sentence never comes as your orgasm finally hits you. You can't hide your reaction, your body shaking and your breathing terribly uneven.

"Holy shit y/n what's going on?" Steve abruptly pulls your comforter off assuming you're overheating or something but when he realizes your state of partial undress, he covers his eyes with his hand.

"I didn't realize you weren't wearing pants. I am so sorry." Steve says though he can't pretend he didn't see the large wet spot staining your crotch. You get a phone call just then- the ringtone telling you exactly who it is and you answer quickly.

"You- are a menace." You pant out.

"Oh? What did I do?" Bucky asks.

"You know exactly what you did." You grit out.

"Is that Bucky?" Steve frowns behind his covered eyes. You throw the comforter back over your legs.

"You can open your eyes Stevie I'm covered." You say.

"Stevie? Oh is Steve still in your room?" Bucky muses.

"You sent him here you rat." You huff.

"Why are you calling me names?" Bucky mocks.

"I feel like I'm missing something." Steve mutters.

"Bucky turn it off! Please!" You whimper.

"Turn what off?" Steve asks.

"Oh! Did my pretty girl make a mess of herself in front of her guest?" Bucky hums. Steve's eyes widen and you're almost sure he's heard Bucky.

"Bucky-"

"I- think I'm gonna go. Thanks again for your help." Steve says shuffling awkwardly towards your door. When he swings your door open ready to escape your boyfriend is on the other side.

"Where are you going Stevie? The fun's about to begin." Bucky says turning up the vibrations to the highest setting. Your body squirms and your sounds of pleasure are unstoppable at the almost too strong feeling.

"Bucky what are you doing?" Steve asks, looking anywhere but at you.

"Well, I found out my little doll here would love to be shared so- who better to help me fulfill that fantasy than my best friend." Bucky says throwing his arm around Steve's shoulders with a casual shrug.

"How did you- how- did you find that out?" You look at him, moans breaking up your sentence.

"You left your laptop open a couple months ago." Bucky tells you nonchalantly.

"Dude!" You say.

"Are you sure about this pal?" Steve asks Bucky.

"As long as y/n's okay with it." Bucky says.

"Are you, okay with it y/n?" Steve asks. Your second orgasm is approving quickly and you're unable to answer them as you cum again- completely ruining your panties.

"Princess, do you want us?" Bucky asks, finally turning off the vibrations.

"Y-yes. Yes I want you. Both of you." You say blinking through your pleasure induced haziness.

"That's my girl. Our girl." Bucky climbs onto the bed and immediately litters your neck with kisses, marking you with blooms of red and purple.

"Stevie- are you just gonna stand there?" You whimper at him with a frown.

"Well, I- uh. I'm just not sure what I should do." Steve shrugs.

"Bud- anything you've ever thought of doing to her?" Bucky asks.

"Uh- when I- tried to take the covers off her earlier and I could see how soaked she was I- I really wanted to know what she tasted like." Steve says.

"What do you think babydoll? You want Steve's mouth on your pretty little cunt?" Bucky asks you.

"Y-yes- yes please. Want it so bad." You whimper.

"Well don't keep her waiting Stevie- get over here and make her cum with your tongue." Bucky tells him, pulling off your underwear and pulling your legs apart to show off your soaking wet pussy to his friend. Steve wastes no time walking over to you and slotting his mouth over your slit, letting his tongue collect as much of your juices as he can. Your hands fly into Steve's hair, yanking went he sucks your clit into his mouth.

"Ah- fuck, Steve, that feels so good." You moan, your back arching into his ministrations. Steve moans against you, his hands at your hips hold you tightly against him as the drags of his tongue pull you towards another orgasm.

"Come on pretty girl- I know you want to cum again for us." Steve groans against you.

"I'm close- shit I'm-" your sentence is cut off with a moan.

"Let go baby- you wanna be good don't you?" Bucky mutters against your neck, one hand tweaks your nipple while the other slips into your hair to give him better access to your neck. Steve's fingers slip into you, curling up into the spot that sends you over the edge with a silent scream.

"That's it princess." Steve mutters against you as he laps at you through your orgasm.

"How you doin' doll? Think you can handle more?" Bucky asks.

"I'm good Bucky, please fuck me." You whimper, Steve's tongue still flicking against your clit.

"You want both of us baby?" Bucky asks.

"Y-yes." You stutter out, yelping when Steve sucks harshly at your bundle of nerves.

"You'll let us have you here won't you darling?" Bucky's hand trails to your ass.

"Y-yeah- yes please, I wanna be stuffed with your cocks." You whine as Steve pulls another orgasm from you when he starts fingering you harder in combination with his attention on your clit. Your body writhes against him, thrashing wildly was he doesn't let up when your pussy stops gushing into his mouth.

"Steve you keep that up and she'll pass out before we've had the chance to fill her the way she's begging us to." Bucky says. Steve finally pulls away from your cunt, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices dripping from them.

"Sorry- her taste is addicting. Can't believe you don't spend all day between her legs." Steve smiles.

"Believe me, if I could I would. Especially with the way she looks when she cums." Bucky says.

"Most gorgeous thing I've ever seen by far." Steve hums. You feel your face heat slightly at the way they discuss you.

"Since Stevie likes watching you so much I'm thinking I'll let him fuck your pussy while I take this ass. Steve? What do you think?"

"I think that's a great idea." Steve says trying not to sound too eager to be buried in your heat.

"Perfect. Lay down Steve and then y/n go ahead and sit on his dick." Bucky says grabbing something from the pocket of his pants that have been discarded. Steve lays down as you adjust, swinging your leg around and slowly sliding onto his large dick. He's wider than he is long but the stretch is delicious and causes you to moan once you've sat fully.

"Fuck you're tight babygirl." Steve groans.

"You're so big Stevie- you stretch me so much." You whine, grinding against him until Bucky's hand comes to the small of your back.

"Lean forward baby. I'm gonna prep you now, okay?" Bucky speaks right against your ear. You whine and adjust until you're leaning almost fully against Steve. Steve's hands spread your asscheeks while Bucky lets a lube covered finger enter your puckered hole- making you whimper.

"You okay princess?" Steve asks as you bury your face in his neck.

"Good- it feels good." You mewl against his skin as Bucky slowly pumps his finger in you.

"Darling, lift your head so I can kiss you." Steve requests. You shift just enough to connect your lips to his, moaning into the kiss when Bucky adds a second finger in your ass. Steve's tongue explores your mouth in a way that reminds you of the way he'd explored your pussy, your taste lingering on him. You whimper when Bucky begins scissoring his fingers inside you.

"You're doing so good for us doll." Bucky tells you as you squirm against Steve.

"You've gotta hold still baby- I'm barely able to stop from fucking you as is." Steve groans.

"Don't worry Steve I'm just about done." Bucky says slowly removing his fingers from your ass. Bucky covers his dick in lube and slowly enters you. You let out a moan as Bucky bottoms out, feeling stretched almost beyond your limit.

"Holy shit." You whimper.

"Fucking hell it's so tight." Steve groans.

"She squeezing you too pal?" Bucky grits out.

"Y-yeah she is."

"B-Bucky, Steve- please fucking move." You grit out, your head dropping to Steve's neck again as you struggle to ground yourself. The two of them slowly pull almost all the way out, their tips still inside. Your back arches when the pair slam back into you at the same time. You moan uncontrollably as the two set a rhythm, when Bucky pulls out, Steve thrusts back into you, they never leave you empty as they fuck you. Their pace is fast and hard, grunting and groaning in your ear as they plow into you unrelentingly.

"That's it pretty girl. Fuck you take our dicks so well." Bucky hisses.

"It feels so good." You whimper.

"You're such a good little slut for us aren't you." Steve groans.

"Letting us fuck you open- ruining your holes. Using you like a fuckdoll." Bucky's voice is hot against your ear.

"Yeah- fuck, yes, I'm your slut." You whine. Steve's hand slides between the two of you and finds your clit quickly.

"Wanna cum for us like a good little slut baby? Squeeze our cocks as you fall apart." Steve's lips nip at your ear as he rubs frantic circles until you're spasming around both of them.

"Fuck make her cum again Steve she squeezes so tight when she cums." Bucky grunts as they both fuck you through your orgasm. Steve's fingers keep toying with your clit at Bucky's behest, your whines at the oversensitivity only further spurring the men on.

"You're so good to us baby- letting us toy with you however we want." Steve moans.

"She loves it Steve- loves being fucked stupid- filled to the fucking brim with dick. Isn't that right doll? You love being used, don't you?" Bucky wraps his hand around your neck.

"Y-yes. Fuck I love it. Love being fucked- love being speared on your dicks- love begging for you, letting you use me- love coming for you like a whore." Steve's fingers against your clit make it hard to focus but you give a wonton answer anyway.

"Come on pretty, let go for us again- I know you can- wanna feel you spasming on our dicks baby." Steve talks you into another orgasm that has you shaking around them. Steve's hands around your waist tighten and the two men drill into you harder, chasing their own releases.

"Fuck I'm close." Bucky grunts behind you.

"Cum for me Bucky. Fill my ass- I wanna feel you leaking out of me." You whimper. Bucky's hips stutter as he spills into you with a guttural moan.

"Fuck you're filthy doll." Bucky huffs. Steve's thrusts become frantic as he nears his end too.

"Stevie- you'll cum for me won't you? Make my pussy messy with your cum?" You pout at him, placing light kisses on his face until he stills deep inside you, warmth flooding your walls in a way that makes you moan. Bucky slowly moves out of you and Steve shifts you off of him gently.

"You okay princess?" Bucky asks as he wipes you down with a damp washcloth that you didn't even realize he'd grabbed.

"'m good." You mumble curling into Steve's side. Your words slur together as exhaustion takes over slowly.

"Think we wore her out Buck." Steve chuckles nervously.

"Well that was my goal so- good." Bucky says climbing into bed on the other side of you, swinging his arm over your waist.

"You're still a menace." You tell him sleepily and Bucky laughs loudly at the accusation.

"When she's fully awake we should probably talk about all this." Steve says.

"I love you guys." You mutter as sleep takes you completely out of the conversation. Bucky looks at you fondly.

"Yeah- I think we might have to." He muses. "But after we nap." He adds, draping a blanket over the three of you.

"Okay- after a nap." Steve chuckles. Guess his doordash order will have to wait even longer than expected, but at least it'll be more beneficial.

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ynscrazylife · 4 years ago

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Could I request a Stucky x reader, where they went on a date, but it gets interrupted by fans and reader feels jealous/upset about the attention Steve and bucky get from all the girl fans. Stucky notice, so Stucky show her that she's their best girl. Little fluff and smut if you're comfortable ♥️

Impromptu Dates | stucky fluff fic

Summary: Y/N gets jealous at all the attention her boyfriends are getting from the women. Steve and Bucky show her they only have eyes for her, no one else.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! I’m not including smut because I don’t write smut, but I will include fluff!

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Waking up by falling face-down on the floor was not a good start to the day.

Y/N groaned, although it was muffled by the wood. This happened far too often - one of her boyfriends would have a dream and they’d kick her in their sleep. She wondered who did it this time and grunted as she pushed herself up, rolling over and staring at the ceiling for a moment to fully awaken.

“Good morning, Earth,” she grumbled, pulling herself to a sitting position and rubbing her face and limbs which had smacked the ground and was sure to leave a bruise. She stood up and looked at Steve and Bucky, who were still asleep. Steve was the closest to where she had been sleeping, indicating that he had been the one who kicked her.

“Steve,” she whined, crawling back into bed. When he didn’t respond, she nightly nudged him and he made a small noise.

“Yes, darling,” he mumbled, blinking a bit before fully opening his eyes. Within a split-second, the sleepiness that clouded his bright blue eyes was gone, an urgency replaced, as he sat straight up and gingerly brushed over Y/N’s cheek.

“What happened?!” He asked, which awoke Bucky who grumbled something incoherent. Y/N instinctively recoiled, as the little pressure he was applying made the bruise next to the left side of her nose ache.

Bucky sat up, at first looking at his boyfriend and girlfriend in confusion, but like Steve his eyes widened, although he was still a little sleepy.

Y/N blushed, a guilt wiggling its way in her stomach. “You kicked me in your sleep again, hon,” she murmured, not wanting him to feel bad and putting her hand delicately over his.

Steve’s shoulders slumped, defeated. He immediately leaned forward to kiss the bruise. “Gosh I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll take you and Buck out for lunch to make it up to you,” he said in a hushed tone.

Y/N, who still got butterflies from the kiss, smiled in appreciation and leaned back. “Well, thank you, but you really don't have-” she began to assure him, but was cut off.

“We’ll go to your favorite restaurant!” Bucky interrupted, a goofy grin dancing on his face. The slightest of gasps escaped from Y/N’s lips and she quieted down, completely for going to her favorite restaurant, and blushing when her boyfriends chuckled at her cuteness.

. . . . . . . . .

Y/N could officially say that she was having a great day. She had ordered her favorite lunch meal on the menu of her favorite restaurant with her favorite men in the world who were graciously paying for their impromptu date.

“Oh my god, is that Steve Rogers??”

GASP!

“And the Winter Soldier?”

Y/N couldn't help but smile when she saw three young women walk over to their table, eyes wide and jaws dropped at the sight of the heroes. When they were out in public, Steve and Bucky were approached by fans all the time. At first, it was a little bothersome, but now she didn't mind. She just smiled, watching her boyfriends’ eyes light up, since they loved and appreciated their fans.

“Can we get a picture?” One of the women asked, resting her hand on Steve’s shoulders.

Y/N didn’t think much of it, but couldn’t deny the breath she had released when her blonde beauty gently and kindly removed her hand from his shoulder. “Sure,” Bucky answered for Steve, making Y/N playfully roll her eyes (and grin when Bucky lightly kicked her under the table).

The two men took the picture and the women thanked them enthusiastically.

“Say, Mr. Barnes, do you have a girlfriend?” One of the women asked with a sly smirk. Her friend who was standing next to her lightly hit her on the arm and the woman by Steve rolled her eyes with a laugh.

Y/N did her best to ignore the question, trying not to think about it.

Bucky was a spy, so he made it look like as if he wasn't avoiding eye contact with Y/N (even though he was), but she could see straight through him. “Um, no,” Bucky answered awkwardly, the lie tumbling off his lips uncomfortably. The three had decided not to go public with there relationship yet.

“Are you looking?” The woman asked, leaning closer to him.

Bucky leaned away. “I’m flattered, but no,” he said, and the woman beside Steve barley let a couple seconds go after he answered to ask her question.

“What about you, Mr. Rogers?”

Y/N’s hand curled around her croissant.

Steve’s entire face got red.

Y/N’s finger’s tightened.

“N-no,” he chuckled.

“Oh. that’s good! I just applied for the Stark internship so maybe I’ll see you around!″

The croissant broke in half. Bucky covered his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughter and then laughed even harder when he felt a kick to his shin. All eyes turned to Y/N. She fake smiled. Glared at her boyfriends. And got a check.

“Come on, let’s go,” the woman who had been watching her friends attempt to flirt with the super soldiers said, clearly annoyed. She took her friend who was standing near Bucky by the arm and dragged her away, the woman by Steve following.

As soon as they left and the waiter gave them their check, Bucky let out the laugh he was holding in and Steve looked back-and-forth between his boyfriend and girlfriend, utterly confused.

“Looks like someone is jealous,” Bucky teased in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows.

Steve chuckled and grinned.

“Oh, c’mon,” Y/N muttered. “I’m not jealous, just . . . Those women were really pretty, okay? I mean, I saw you two blush!”

The Avengers softened and dropped their amusement. Bucky immediately stood up from his seat and wrapped her in his arms, even lifting her off her feet. “Bucky,” she said through her laugh, seeing Steve paying out of the corner of her eye.

Bucky laughed and set her down. “You’re the only one we have eyes for, right, Stevie?” He said, putting his arm around her.

Steve nodded, standing up. “Definitely - and the only reason I was blushing was because I was surprised, you know?” He said, looking at her with the kindest gleam in his eyes that made Y/N melt.

She nodded and took his hand in hers. “Of course, I believe you,” she said softly, and the three left to enjoy their day at their apartment.

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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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Stucky in love

Summary: Steve, Bucky and you spend Valentine’s Day in bed. That sounds dirtier than it is, though.

Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky

Warnings: fluffy, cuddling & snuggling, romance, mentions of sex, polyamory, bratty reader, dom/sub undertones (implied), implied smut, reader is a permanent horny bitch

Valentine’s Day text divider by @firefly-graphics

“Stay in bed, doll,” Bucky covers you with another warm blanket, smirking as you struggle against the fabric. “Look at our girl, wrapped in three warm blankets, fluffed pillows behind her back and,” pecking your hair Bucky laughs as you mutter under your breath, “helpless to our cuddle attacks.”

“I thought we drove out here in the middle of nowhere to enjoy the nature, snow, and the wilderness, not to stay all day at the cabin,” you complain.

“Y/N, it’s Valentine’s Day,” Steve chastises. “Bucky and I prepare the perfect day for you. Now stop being a brat and enjoy.” You stick your tongue out, still, your heart flutters when Steve pecks your cheek. “Be good.”

“Two super-soldiers kidnapped me, wrapped me in three freaking blankets, and now they want to cuddle me,” you grin, watching Bucky carry a tray with breakfast and a single rose in a vase into the room. “This sounds like the beginning of a scary story. Maybe you want to kiss me too, or worse, mark my body with your hands, teeth, and lips.” Steve licks his lips, humming silently as he remembers the last night.

“Not today, doll. Stevie and I got a plan; there is no time for marking or-“ clearing his throat Bucky tries to ignore his cock tries to betray him. “This is all about love and feelings.”

“Oh, I know a feeling I prefer,” batting your eyelashes you smirk as Bucky places the tray onto the bed to tug at his sweatpants. “You look good today, Buck.” humming Bucky mirrors your smirk.

“Aw, look at our girl,” Steve coos, pressing a button at his remote control. “Doors are locked, now. There is no escaping us,” you gasp at Steve's words. “We could do so many bad things to you,” you whine, remembering the last time you acted like a brat. You couldn’t walk straight for three days…

“We are the big bad wolves ready to devour the little lamb if she doesn’t eat her breakfast and cuddles with us,” Bucky laughs as you hungrily check him out. “I’m not on the menu today, doll.”

��Why not?” licking your lips you give Bucky a once over. At the beginning of your relationship, he tried to hide his scars and his metal arm, but since you kissed the scars for the first time, telling your husband he’s as pretty as Steve, he wears no shirt when you are alone. “Maybe I want a nice Stucky sandwich.”

“Don’t bring that nickname up again,” Steve grumbles, sitting on the bed next to you to steal a strawberry from the plate. “Do you want to eat something?”

“You wrapped me in three blankets,” you pant, wiggling to break out of the fabric. “I can’t move.”

“Bucky, I guess we need to feed our girl,” laughing Bucky closes the door to the large bedroom.

“You could feed me with your-“ pressing a strawberry to your lips Steve shakes his head, ignoring you whine as you wanted something different for breakfast.

“No dick, doll,” snickering Bucky sits to your right, pecking your neck, nibbling at the mark he left last night. “Today is about romance, not sex.”

“I like sex with you,” dipping your head, eyes half-lidden you look at Steve, biting your lower lip. “Maybe we can have a sexy snack?” you try.

“No sex,” Steve stays adamant. Before you can change his mind, he shoves a spoonful pancake into your mouth, grinning when you moan at the taste. “Be good kitten and tomorrow you will get all you want.”

While Steve and Bucky feed you with your breakfast, kissing your neck or cheek now and then, you enjoy the attention you get from your husbands.

“The bacon is perfect, the pancakes too,” laughing you wiggle in your fluffy prison. “Can you unwrap me now?”

“Not a chance, doll,” Bucky smirks. “You’ll stay inside your blankets to make sure you keep your hands to yourself.” You giggle at Bucky’s serious expression. “Later I’ll make us hot chocolate and we will watch the movies on your list, the ones Tony called romantic crap.”

“I can’t wait for your hot chocolate boys,” you purr, seductively pursing your lips only to earn a pinch to your cheek.

“No making out, young lady,” Steve scolds, holding back a smirk at your pissed expression. “Now back to the food.”

“That’s nice,” while you lie between your two husbands, sipping at your hot chocolate, Steve and Bucky watch you enjoy your movie. “Never thought you would like the movie. Can we watch another?”

“Anything for you today. Open up, doll,” eagerly opening your mouth for Bucky to let him place a piece of chocolate onto your tongue, you sigh.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, doll,” Steve pecks your cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby doll,” Bucky kisses your neck, smiling as you lean in his touch.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bucky and Steve. This was a perfect day and I felt loved but,” grinning you fist Steve’s shirt, “in the morning I want another gift including your dicks...”

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Brooklyn’s Sweetheart Chapter 17: You’re A Beast, Barnes

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Chapter Summary: All it takes for Bucky is five martinis and three tequila shots and then he’s pulling down his pants in the middle of the bathroom. Steve’s not sure whether to be worried or impressed that he’s not dead yet.

Word Count: 5,653

Warnings: Language, drinking, smut (rimming, blowjobs, public)

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Steve awoke early that morning from restless dreams, visions that haunted him inside and outside of sleep. His mother. Peggy. Bucky. His girl.

Their girl.

He hadn’t seen her in days—not since the funeral.

Part of him seethed when he thought about it, muscles tense, fists clenched. Another part of him, however—another part of him felt broken, chest and throat tightening, skin buzzing with pain.

It was a visceral response, either way, but he was more inclined to block out the sadness in favor of rage. He had broken knuckles and a bloody lip to attest to that.

“Time to wake up, sunshine!” Sam’s voice rang through the small Brooklyn apartment.

Steve sat up and looked around. He realized quickly that he wasn’t in his own bed—he wasn’t in a bed at all, actually, but instead on Sam’s sofa. Sam was in the kitchen, a metallic clang against plastic echoing in the living room as he shook a protein bottle around.

“What time is it?” Steve asked. He went to rub his eyes and flinched when a sharp sting spread through his skin, mixing with the dull ache of a bruise.

“Almost ten,” Sam answered. “Want a protein shake?”

“Sure,” Steve grunted and stood up, stretching out his aching limbs. He was shirtless and he could see more purple mottling on his stomach, around his ribs.

Sam handed him the protein shake and nodded to his injuries. “How ya feeling?”

“Like a truck ran me over,” Steve mumbled. He popped open the protein bottle and took a sip, cringing at the taste of watery vanilla—made with rice milk, no doubt, part of Sam’s new health kick.

Sam chuckled and went back into the kitchen. “Not a truck, no. But Rumlow wasn’t going easy on you last night.”

Steve groaned at the memory. He didn’t know if the throbbing in his head was from his hangover or his concussion.

Sam continued, “Still, man, congrats. Rumlow didn’t make it an easy win, but you managed it!”

The memories from last night flooded his mind. It wasn’t too different a night from the entire past week. There was an underground fight club they frequented in Brownsville, one that Steve participated in every so often. He hadn’t fought much for the past year—not since meeting Peggy—but now with so much built up anger and frustration over everything that had happened in the days leading up to the funeral, he needed to release his emotions somehow.

Fighting worked wonders for his excess energy.

He had fought every night that last week, and he had won every single match. Last night, he fought Brock Rumlow—one of the mobsters from Hydra, whose territory mostly spanned the other side of the Hudson despite their slow encroachment on New York City. Beating Rumlow to a pulp the previous night had not only won Steve ten grand, but it also established the dominance of the Brooklyn Mob over Hydra—informally, at least.

Steve finished off the protein shake and set the bottle on the kitchen counter.

“Feel free to take a shower, man,” Sam said, “You stink like shit and you got blood on my throw pillow.”

He glanced to the couch where his head had been resting, indeed finding dark brown stains of dried blood on the square pillow there. “Right. Sorry ‘bout that. I’ll just—” Steve motioned to the bathroom and got on his way.

“And Buck’s gonna be here in a few. We’re going out to breakfast—wanna come?”

“Yeah, sure,” Steve mumbled, then shut himself behind the bathroom door. As he showered, wincing from the hot water running through the cuts on his face, he readied himself for Bucky’s arrival.

Things were tense between the two men since Y/N had decided to leave. Bucky wasn’t doing well with it—eating his feelings and drinking away the pain at night. He knew Bucky blamed him, and he knew he was falling back into old habits like drinking and partying. Not that Steve was doing much better. He drank just as much, his smoking had doubled, and of course the bruising on his face spoke for itself.

But he didn’t know what to do, or why he felt this way. The past year when he had been staying away from Y/N, focusing instead on the mob and Peggy—that had been fine. He had been fine.

But now…

He ran his hands down his face, rubbing soap into the lacerations until it burned so bad, the pain was all he could think of.

When he got out, he dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that Sam had left out for him before slicking his hair back to the best of his ability and running his knuckles against his jaw. He was getting a little scruffy, not having shaved for a few days, but the hair did a little bit to hide the bruising on his jaw and the cut on his chin from his fight two nights ago with one tough bastard named Wade Wilson.

As he entered the living room, he saw Bucky and Natasha sitting on the couch with Sam.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve greeted his friend with a clap on the shoulder, pretending not to notice when he shied away. “Nat. Didn’t know you were coming.”

“Buck stayed at my place last night so he invited me.”

“Oh.” Steve didn’t know what Bucky was up to lately, but now he wondered if he was back with Natasha… But Natasha was with the Maximoff girl… Right?

“You look like shit,” Bucky commented dryly.

“Yeah, Rogers, what happened?” Natasha asked, a smirk playing on her red lips.

When Steve ignored her, Sam answered, “He dragged Brock Rumlow across the ring last night.”

“Brownsville?” Bucky asked, turning in his seat to look at Steve, brows furrowing as he took in Steve’s full appearance, bruises, cuts, and all.

“Yeah,” Steve grunted, putting on his sneakers. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about it—not before a cup of coffee, at least. “Can we go now? I’m starving.”

It didn’t take long to walk to Coulson’s, only a few blocks down. The diner was a staple for them—they had been going there since high school for late night burgers and milkshakes, and Bucky realized that despite all of the stress from the last few weeks, his and Steve’s tumultuous relations with Y/N, some things never change.

He had to admit his annoyance and anger with Steve and how they had handled everything. Bucky didn’t think he himself was blameless—he acknowledged his own part, not supporting their girl enough, not being perceptive enough to realize how she was suffering. He wouldn’t apologize for punishing her when she deserved it, but he was sorry for everything else.

It was driving him crazy. He wished he could tell her this—beg for forgiveness—but he didn’t know how.

“I’ll have a cheeseburger and a chocolate milkshake,” Bucky said, looking over the menu. “And a BLT. And fries.”

Sam raised his eyebrows from across the table. “That all?”

“I’ll have a side salad, too. Dressing on the side.”

“You’re a beast, Barnes.”

Steve stayed silent through the exchange, only speaking to order a breakfast spread and a coffee. He remained as such throughout most of breakfast, even as the others made conversation; how Sam’s latest fling with a girl from the Bronx was going, the latest Giants game, and construction for the Manhattan location of the Widow’s Web. Only once Steve had finished his first cup of coffee did he speak at all.

After Natasha mentioned her relationship with Wanda, Steve asked, “She’s still working at the Web?”

Natasha nodded, eyes lighting up with amusement as if she could see where Steve’s train of thought was going. She was always able to see through him like he was made of plastic wrap. “Yeah, but it’s a pain for her to commute now that she moved into their new apartment.”

“Where is their apartment?” he asked, trying to seem nonchalant.

She scoffed, but the smirk on her lips told him she wasn’t annoyed with his query. “I don’t know if I should tell you, Rogers. I’m perfectly aware of how Y/N broke up with you—”

“She didn’t break up with me—”

One of her perfectly groomed eyebrows arched so high Steve thought it might detach from her forehead. “Oh? Well it sure seems like it.”

His voice strained with effort as he resisted the urge to yell at her, or punch something, or flip the table. He was working hard on not making scenes in public. “I’m not asking for the address. Just making conversation.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Right. Well it’s not too far from the university. Wanda said they can walk to class.”

“Classes have started already?” Bucky asked, eager to smooth over the tension still radiating from Steve.

“Yep,” Natasha popped her lips, that sly grin coming back. “And don’t ask me what classes your girl is taking—I have no idea about her.”

Steve rolled his eyes and mumbled into his coffee mug, “She’s not our girl…”

“Not anymore she’s not.”

“Nat.” Bucky sent her a look, not mean, but stern and exasperated as she tried to rile Steve up further. “Knock it off.”

Steve looked at Bucky then, really looked at him—for probably the first time that entire morning. He took in the tight t-shirt Bucky wore, straining against his chest, the sleeves rolled up on his thick biceps. The man in front of him—the man he had known his entire life, who he had grown up with, who he had seen blossom from an awkward teenager into this beautiful man.

It wasn’t hard for Steve to admit that he missed him.

So things had been tense between them—Steve knew Bucky was mad at him, and Steve’s mood was rarely much better—but Steve missed Bucky. He knew Bucky would come around eventually. Not many things could get between their years of friendship.

Bucky held his gaze, wondering what Steve was thinking—and then Steve’s lips quirked up in a smirk behind his mug, his eyes sparkling with something suddenly.

Oh.

Well, Bucky was still a little pissed off, but he could work with that.

He was never good at holding a grudge, anyways.

Maintaining eye contact still, Bucky picked up his milkshake and wrapped his lips around the straw, taking a long sip and letting Steve observe the pucker of his red lips, the hollow of his cheeks as he sucked.

Steve licked his lips, mouth parted for a moment, entranced at the display, but their attention was diverted as the food arrived.

As Bucky started on his BLT, Natasha asked, “Buck, you coming to the party tonight?”

Bucky nodded, mouth full, and Steve asked, “What party?”

“A rave in East Village. Wanna come?”

Bucky swallowed and looked at Steve again—Steve, who was looking back at Bucky in an almost challenging way.

“Sure,” Steve said, surprising Bucky. “I’ll come.”

“Don’t need to go defend your title in Brownsville?” Bucky asked. Part of him still wanted to be angry at Steve. However, another part was excited for Steve to go tonight. He couldn’t remember the last time they had gone out together—it was before Y/N, maybe even before Peggy. Not that Bucky had been partying much the last few years after he got clean, but he was excited still. They could fool around like they used to, and it would be like old times.

Steve shrugged. “I think I’m done fighting. For now.”

Bucky snorted, but grinned at his friend. “You’re never done fighting, Stevie.”

It was later that night, almost midnight, when Steve saw Bucky outside of the nightclub in Manhattan, and he almost had an aneurysm at what he was wearing. A skintight silk button down shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, matched with the tightest jeans he owned. His hair was down, long at his shoulders, a piece braided in the front. Red lips slick with spit, skin a little shiny, it was clear that Bucky had already pre-gamed earlier with Natasha.

As they stood behind Natasha, who was whispering to the bouncer, saying some sort of magic words to gain them entry, Bucky slung his arm low around Steve’s waist, swaying on his feet a little.

Steve slid his arm around Bucky to steady him, and his body tingled at the feeling of Bucky’s slimmer frame against him. He had always loved being able to support Bucky like this, hold him up when he was drunk. Steve was always the skinnier one growing up until they finished high school and then somehow he grew taller and filled out.

Bucky always said he loved Steve either way, and he was the only one to love him when he was tiny.

“How much have you had to drink?” Steve murmured to him, voice a soft growl close to Bucky’s ear.

Bucky shuddered, his shoulders vibrating under Steve’s arm. “Maybe one or two martinis at the Widow’s Web.”

“One or two?”

“Or five.” Bucky shrugged. “You know me.”

“Yeah I do. All too well…” Steve trailed off as the bouncer ushered them inside.

It was packed, lights flashing green and blue. Streamers, bubbles, and glitter floated around in the air, giving the sense of being underwater. Go-go dancers stood around the crowd on pedestals, dressed in clamshell bras and tight scaly skirts. Heavy electronic music played, and Natasha led the boys through the throng of dancers up to the bar. She managed to get them drinks relatively quickly—even though the bar was crowded with people, the bartender seemed to recognize her and got her order together pretty quickly.

She got them all shots of tequila. Steve cringed at the taste; it reminded him of the last time he had drank tequila and the bad decisions that had come with it.

After two more tequila shots, Natasha was pulled away by somebody she knew, and then Steve felt Bucky tugging at his waist.

“Come dance, Stevie!”

Steve had no chance to respond before Bucky was pulling him onto the dancefloor, expertly weaving through the crowd and then grinding his ass against Steve.

Well, Steve wasn’t going to protest.

He hadn’t gotten off since before the funeral, and he hadn’t fucked Bucky in much longer, and he was getting that craving again. Bucky was always the perfect sub for him. Something Steve admired about Bucky was his ability to switch between roles so well.

Another thing Steve admired about Bucky was his tight little ass, which Bucky was grinding against Steve’s half-hard cock like he was being paid for it.

Steve’s hands settled on Bucky’s hips, gripping tightly and moving them as he pleased. Bucky’s back was pressed tight to Steve’s chest, and Steve’s lips skimmed his ear, his neck, his jaw, where he nipped harshly at the bone, eliciting a deep groan from Bucky that rumbled through Steve’s chest.

After a few songs, the tequila started to kick in, and Steve felt bolder. His hands wandered up and down Bucky’s sides, his chest, skimming across soft bare skin juxtaposed by coarse black chest hair. He took a handful of Bucky’s pec, squeezing, slipping underneath his soft shirt and pinching at his nipple.

“Missed you, Buck,” Steve groaned in response to Bucky’s breathy whimper.

“Steve,” Bucky gasped as the man behind him brought his other hand to cup Bucky’s growing erection through painfully tight denim. His hands worked Bucky’s chest and cock in tandem until Bucky was shuddering and shaking, turning around to face Steve. “C’mere—” Bucky muttered before crushing his lips to Steve’s.

The kiss was deep and filthy, tongues dragging against tongue and teeth, lips sucking apart with lewd sounds drowned out by the music. Their bodies gyrated against each other to the beat, Steve’s hands gripping Bucky’s ass in a bruising hold, keeping their cocks pressed against each other through two layers of denim. Bucky fisted Steve’s hair, ran his hands down Steve’s neck and back and then tucked up underneath his shirt, lying flat against heated skin, damp with sweat.

Steve sucked a bruise into Bucky’s neck, all teeth and harsh sucks, while Bucky ran his nails down Steve’s shoulders.

“Want you,” Steve breathed into Bucky’s ear.

“Then take me.”

Without any warning, Steve led them to the men’s room, shoving Bucky into a stall and dropping to his knees. His hands worked Bucky’s jeans off quickly, pulling them down his thick thighs.

“No underwear, Buck?” Steve smirked up at him. “Feeling hopeful tonight?”

Bucky snorted. “The way you were eyeing me at the diner earlier told me all I needed to know about how things would go tonight, Rogers. You’re not as slick as you—oh, God—” His insults were cut off as Steve suddenly took Bucky’s entire cock into his mouth, down to the root, nose buried in Bucky’s shaved pubic hair.

Another thing Steve admired about Bucky was that Bucky kept everything so soft and smooth down here. It made giving head a downright joy.

“Oh, Stevie, please, yes—” Bucky gargled, slanting his fingers through Steve’s hair and holding him there.

Steve pulled back and dipped his head down, licking down his long shaft, tonguing the join between his cock and balls, and then running his tongue all over his balls until they were dripping spit. Steve sucked one into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue as Bucky chanted pleas and praise, mind lost at the feeling of Steve’s mouth on his most sensitive area.

Maneuvering their bodies so Bucky was leaning against the stall wall, Steve encouraged Bucky to spread his legs as much as possible with the restraint of his jeans around his thighs, even yanking his pants further down to get Bucky’s legs as wide as they could go in this dirty club bathroom. Then, Steve dove in, starting again at Bucky’s balls, sucking and tonguing them, and then licking back around to Bucky’s taint and burying his face as far as he could between Bucky’s legs to lick at the rosebud between his cheeks.

“Oh, fuck!” Bucky gasped raggedly, holding Steve’s hair with both hands and shoving.

It was an incredibly awkward position for Steve, face shoved into Bucky’s balls, mouth desperately trying to reach his asshole, chin absolutely soaked in saliva. One hand pumped Bucky’s cock and the other gripped his ass cheek, kneading and spreading them.

“Fuckfuckfuck—” Bucky canted his hips forward, trying to get more of Steve’s mouth on him. “More, Stevie, please—more—”

Steve pulled away, grinning at Bucky’s disgruntled whine. After a sharp smack to Bucky’s ass, he shoved at his hips. “Turn around and bend over, baby.” His voice was so rough and gravelly it made Bucky shiver.

Bucky obliged quickly, and Steve wasted no time in spreading Bucky’s ass and placing the width of his tongue over Bucky’s little pink asshole, letting the split that had collected in his mouth drip down his tongue and over Bucky’s rim and down his perineum, coating his balls in slick saliva.

Once Bucky’s hole was wet enough, Steve put his mouth fully over the puckered flesh, sucking at the rim hard. Bucky cried out, shoving his ass back into Steve’s face and reaching down to slowly stroke his own cock.

Next, Steve straightened his tongue and slowly breached Bucky’s entrance, letting Bucky’s flesh tense and relax around him. Meanwhile, Bucky kept up a string of pleas and cries, begging Steve for anything and everything.

“So good, Stevie, so fucking good—God—fuck!” Bucky growled. “Yesyesyes—please, Stevie—more—want your fingers—”

Steve could never deny Bucky.

Retracting his mouth, he sucked one finger into his mouth and covered it until it was dripping wet, then slowly entered Bucky’s hole, glistening with spit in the dim fluorescent light of the bathroom.

“You like that, baby?” Steve asked as he started fucking Bucky with his finger. “You like me licking out this sloppy little hole?”

“Steve—yes—fuck—”

“You like me eating you out on this dirty bathroom floor? You’d let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t you, Buck?”

“Yes, yes, please—”

“You’re filthy, baby—fucking filthy for me—all for me, right?”

“Yeah, Stevie, only for you—please let me come—”

“Come for me, sweetheart—that’s right—” Steve leaned forward and licked around the finger pumping in and out of Bucky’s ass, reaching his other hand around to play with Bucky’s balls until he could feel them drawing up against his body. Bucky let out a few little moans, breathless and sweet, and then Steve felt the other man’s release dripping down onto his hand.

Bucky leaned against the stall, pressing his face against the cool metal, while Steve took away his finger and gave a few soft licks to Bucky’s rim. Then he stood up and slotted himself behind Bucky, kissing up and down his neck, sweeter and softer than he had any right to be after the depraved words he spoke.

Bucky slowly turned around, a little shaky on his feet and a little awkward with his pants still down. They kissed, sloppy and hot, until Bucky reached for Steve’s erection.

Steve stopped him with his hand that wasn’t covered in come. “I want to take you back home. Wanna come in your ass.”

Bucky groaned low in his throat and nodded, mouthing at Steve’s cheek and jaw. “Want that—yes—please, Steve—”

Steve chuckled and pulled away. He locked eyes with Bucky, keeping eye contact as he brought his hand up and licked the come off his fingers, sucking them into his mouth one at a time. “You always taste so good, Buck.”

He offered some to Bucky, and he took his fingers in between his plump red lips and sucked all of his own cream off, not blinking once as he worked.

Once they were cleaned up, Steve helped Bucky put his pants back on, and then kissed him once more. “Let’s go home.”

Later that night, as they cuddled in Bucky’s bed, Steve’s come still leaking out of Bucky’s ass, Bucky murmured into Steve’s shoulder. “We gotta get her back, Stevie.”

Steve sighed. He had thought the same thing a hundred times in the past week alone. “I know… But how?”

“I don’t know… But we have to figure it out.”

“Wait, wait—” Wanda grunted in the middle of the stairwell, between the fourth and fifth floors. “Wait! I said wait!”

All the girls around the dresser groaned. Two on one end and two on the other, Kate in the middle doing her best to keep the piece of furniture together, the girls paused their hefting and heaving at Wanda’s demand.

They had found the dresser on the curb two blocks down and had come too far to give up now—especially when dressers this size would usually cost upwards of three hundred dollars, more money than any of them had put together.

But moving furniture was never easy, not when the elevator was broken and they lived on the top floor.

“What?” Kate snapped, poking her knee forward to stop one of the dresser drawers from sliding out and falling through the stair rail and down four and a half floors. “Why are we stopping?”

A petulant whine came from Wanda’s throat. “I need a break!”

“Oh my God!” America moaned, “We’re almost there!”

“We’re only halfway there!” Wanda protested, gently setting the dresser down on the landing. “This thing is fucking heavy!”

“Are you seriously doing this?” Y/N asked, stationed right beside Wanda. She adjusted her grip on the dresser so it wouldn’t fall down and squash Kamala and America.

“I have no endurance, okay?”

“At least she admits it,” America muttered, and the girls huffed a laugh, too out of breath for much else.

Kamala groaned “We need to speed this along! I have a meeting with my advisor in forty minutes.”

“For what?” America asked.

“Changing some classes to fit my major.”

“What’s your major?” Y/N asked. She hadn’t yet gotten to know the other girls very well, only having lived with them for about a week. Classes were about to start and she was nervous enough—she hadn’t even thought about a major yet. It seemed like every time she turned a corner, there was another thing she was behind on.

And the list was mounting—she hadn’t done her FAFSA, hadn’t signed up to the bill sharing website they needed for utilities, hadn’t bought the required textbooks for her classes. She had only picked her classes a few days prior—and the pickings were slim so close to the start of the semester. The four classes she chose included a seminar, a class about ancient history, a chemistry course, and an introductory art class as an elective. While trying to find classes, she realized she knew almost nothing about anything, so she decided to try a well-rounded schedule of courses this semester to try and figure out what exactly she wanted to do with her life.

“I’m film,” Kamala said.

“What about you guys?” Y/N asked.

“I’m doing theater,” America said, “But after I graduate I’m going to law school.”

Kate said, “I’m doing engineering. I’m torn between chemical engineering, electrical engineering, and mechanical engineering.”

Wanda added, “I’m doing business. My dad wants me to take over the liquor business one day, so I guess I’m getting ready for that.”

Y/N hadn’t even thought about graduation or anything after that. She couldn’t fathom the work that went into engineering, or law, or business, or getting a job, or—

“What about you?” Kate asked her.

“I’m undecided,” she shrugged. “I don’t really know what I want to do yet.”

Wanda smiled at her and nudged her with her knee. “You have plenty of time to figure it out.” She smiled back, but there was a sinking feeling in her stomach, a suspicion that she wasn’t good enough or smart enough, inadequate in so many ways.

Did she even deserve to go to NYU? Was this truly the right place for her?

Or was her purpose in life to serve the mob, as her parents had told her all her life?

Kamala grunted, lifting the dresser again. “Can we get going? I don’t want to be late.”

They all started lifting together, grunting and groaning in turn, when a familiar voice called from the bottom of the stairwell.

“You girls need help?”

“Ouch!” Wanda yelped as Y/N stumbled and almost dropped the dresser on her foot. The blood left her face and she started to sweat—and not from the physical exertion.

Bucky’s face appeared on the other end of the dresser, taking the load off of Kamala and America. “Here, you girls get the sides.”

Y/N remained silent as Bucky directed them up the rest of the stairs, carrying most of the weight of the dresser and helping America position it in her room.

“There ya go,” he breathed, wiping his hands on his pants.

“Thank you so much!” America said, a wide grin on her face. “I mean, we could’ve done it without you, but I probably would’ve ended up punching Wanda in the face with all her whining.”

“Hey!” Wanda frowned, smacking America lightly on the arm.

Bucky chuckled. “Anything for one of Y/N’s friends.”

The three girls who knew nothing of Bucky turned to face Y/N, shocked.

Kate asked, “You know him?”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Kamala asked.

Her response was an awkward chuckle. “Well I was trying not to drop the dresser… So…” She hadn’t looked at Bucky once since they got into the apartment, pointedly avoiding eye contact with him now as he stared at her.

It was his first time seeing her in a few weeks, and his heart leapt at the sight—she looked good, really good. Hair shiny, skin glowing, nails painted bright red. She wore high waisted shorts that showed off just the slightest hint of her ass, and a skintight off-the-shoulder top.

Bucky missed her, but he had to admit, if this is how she was dressing now, maybe college was the right decision for her.

“Why don’t you show me around, sweetheart?”

Y/N glared at him; however, he knew she wouldn’t say anything against him—hoped, at least, that there still might be something left of their obedient little doll. Still, she hesitated, worry on her face behind her anger.

Wanda touched her arm. “I’ll keep an ear out.”

She sent Wanda a grateful look and turned to leave the room. As they left, Wanda whispered to the other girls, “He’s her ex-boyfriend. Total asshole.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at that but paid close attention to the girl in front of him as she showed him the living room and kitchen. He noticed they seemed to have no space for anything, boxes all over the place, counters cluttered with pots and pans. That was run of the mill for a Manhattan apartment, but he was sure it was a pain in the ass.

He followed along as she pointed out each bedroom in the hallway. “And this one’s mine,” she said shortly, stopping in front of the closed door at the end. She made no move to open it.

“You gonna show me inside?”

“No.”

He chuckled, delighted at her fiery attitude. He could deal with the brattiness as long as she was actually speaking to him. “C’mon, sweetheart. I swear I won’t try anything. We’ll leave the door open.”

The way he looked at her with eyes so earnest, big and blue and pleading—it weakened her resolve. She considered it for a moment and then looked away from him, chewing on her lip, suddenly a little shy. “It’s really small. Nothing fancy.”

“Darling, I just wanna see it. I don’t care how it looks.” He brushed past her and took hold of the doorknob, letting himself inside.

Small was an understatement. Her queen-sized bed took up half the space, and the rest of it was filled with boxes. The walls were drab—greying white, holes in the drywall everywhere. Clothes littered her bed and the desk chair from her old room that was shoved into a corner between the wall and the bed.

She weaved her way through the boxes and plopped on the bed, leaning back on her hands and staring up at him. “I don’t have room for a dresser. And I don’t have closet space. So…” Her sentence finished with a shrug.

“Aw, honey…” He frowned, surveying the space, mind working with how he could help. “Maybe I can build you some shelves. Hang ‘em up right here, and here,” he pointed to a few spaces on the walls. “I could put hooks or racks in them so you can hang your clothes.”

Her mouth twitched. “You don’t have to do that. Really, it’s fine.”

“I want to. It’s the least I can do, after…”

For a moment, she said nothing. Then she asked, “How did you get my address?”

“Natasha told me.” It was a lie, but she didn’t need to know about the extent of his and Steve’s scheming over the past two weeks.

“Why did you come here?”

He pulled his backpack off, and that was when she noticed it wasn’t his backpack, it was hers. It was the one she had packed for the few days before her dad’s funeral, when she was staying at the boys’ apartment. She had left her things there and completely forgotten about it until now.

“You left this stuff at our place. I wanted to return it.”

“…Oh.”

“And I wanted to check on you. I wanted to see how you were doing.”

Her lips seemed to waver between a smile and a frown, pink and glossy, just like when he first kissed her at her birthday party. He kept his distance, not trusting himself if he was too close to her, and definitely not here, in her room, which smelled like her, like sweet flowers and vanilla.

“When do classes start?”

“Next week.”

“What’s your schedule like?” She hesitated, looking at him with an untrusting, wary expression. He sighed, holding up his hands in innocence. “Just so I know when to come and install the shelves.”

Her eyes narrowed at him, but she relented. “I have classes every day in the mornings and swim practice every afternoon. I’m looking for a job too but I don’t have anything yet. You can come next weekend.”

He smiled at her, that bright, happy grin that lit up her childhood. “Great. I’ll see you then.”

He turned to leave, and before she could stop herself, she scrambled off the bed and grabbed his wrist before he could go. “That was it? That’s all you came for?”

Looking down at her, he nodded, schooling his expression into one of honesty and concern, which was exceptionally difficult when all he felt was hunger for her. “Yeah—what were you thinking?”

Quickly, she let go of his hand. He immediately missed the feeling of her soft skin on his. “I don’t know.”

He smiled again and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. God, how was she so soft? “You seem happy, darling. And I want you to know I’m proud of you for making it here, making it to NYU. You seem to be doing well.”

She paused, then nodded. “I am.”

“Good.”

And with that, he gave her bare shoulder a squeeze and left the room without another word. She stood still, shocked for a moment, focusing entirely on the tingling feeling where his hand touched her shoulder, wondering why her skin was breaking into goosebumps just from a simple, innocent touch.

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BBB Week 4 Roundup! Some good stuff lies ahead, so go find it!

Title: Just Before Dawn Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - Isolated or Trapped Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags: Brief mentions of animal cruelty, Fluff and Crack, Magical Realism Summary: One day, Darcy rescues a dog and then a gorgeous naked man appears in her living room that night. Word Count: 6148

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Title: The Stark Robo Sucker 5000 Collaborator: crazycatt71 Link: AO3 Square Filled: C1 - Sensation Play Ship: WinterHawk, Bucky/Clint/Steve/Tony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Fucking machines, exhibitionism, Dom/sub undertones, orgasm denial, wrist cuffs Summary: Clint & Bucky put on a show with the Stark Robo Sucker 5000 Word Count: 1174

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Title: Dummy’s faboulous ideas Collaborator: Menatiera Link: AO3 Square Filled: C5 - Sidekick Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Matchmaker bots, fluff Summary: Dummy is determined to help the people he cares for. Jarvis is concerned, Bucky is amused. Word Count: 744

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Title: Nutritional Value Collaborator: Judy_The_Dreamer Link: AO3 Square Filled: B5 - Bucky/Steve Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: a/b/o dynamics, PWP, power dynamics and kinks, past mpreg Summary: Sometimes the first taste is not enough and you find yourself hungering for more. Tony, Steve and Bucky come to terms with what transpired in Joystick. Word Count: 13,739

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Title: Let Someone See Right Through Collaborator: avintagekiss24 Link: AO3 Square Filled: B1 - Kink: One Night Stand Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Explicit Major Tags: drinking, implied mention of death, past infidelity, smut, sex, a little bit of angst, oral sex (female receiving) Summary: Two strangers meet at a bar on their birthday. Word Count: 4446

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Title: Darcy, Bucky and the Hundred Acre Wood Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: B5 - Sunshowers Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: Darcy and Bucky are transported into the world of the Hundred Acre Wood. Word Count: 2163

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Title: Into the unknown - Chapter 1 Collaborator: diner_drama Link: AO3 Square Filled: U3 - little sister Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Frozen AU Summary: Bucky has everything under control. He's the hereditary leader of a small and prosperous country. He lives with his beloved sister and her fiancé in a beautiful castle, and his people are safe and well. He also happens to be in control of the power of ice, but he's got that working for him now, so that's not an issue. But when he closes his eyes, he can hear a siren's song calling him from the far North. Word Count: 800

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Title: Taps Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Vulnerability Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: flashback to deaths of unnamed characters, some blood obviously because vampires, drinking blood Summary: Bucky nosed into Steve’s neck and rested his head on his shoulder. “Now I know why you refilled my juice without being asked.” “No, it’s because I’m a sweetheart," Bucky protested. Steve scoffed playfully. “Sweetheart, my ass. There’s nothing sweet about you.” Word Count: 2357

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Title: Petals - Chapter 1 Collaborator: DocOlive Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - hanahaki disease Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Hanahaki Disease Summary: Steve Rogers knows what it's like to be sick. With actual illnesses that exist, like the asthma that always gets worse in the spring. But when he starts coughing up flower petals, rational explanations fly out the window. But is it really possible that he's contracted a fatal case of lovesickness? Word Count: 681

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Title: What About Us? Collaborator: pherryt Link: AO3 Square Filled: C1 - One Night Stand Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Canon Divergent, Tower Fic, A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content Summary: Bucky's come in from the cold, Steve is being Steve, Tony wants to throw a party and Bucky has no idea who the Alpha is who asked him to dance (or why, when Bucky's been hiding in the corner all night to avoid people), but it suddenly looks like more than dancing is on the menu. Word Count: 3091

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Title: The Road To You Has Been Fractured With Torment Collaborator: visionarygalaxy Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Bondage Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Dom/sub, Kink negotiation. fluff Summary: Bucky and Steve reconnect after everything they've been through, slowly and carefully. Word Count: 1284

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Title: and now, the end is near - Chapter 3: Three: Clint Collaborator: hawksonfire Link: AO3 Square Filled: C2 - Heat Ship: Bucky/Steve/Clint Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: A three-part tale in which our boys are content. Word Count: 4316

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Title: Petals - Chapter 2: Don't forget to tip your barista Collaborator: DocOlive Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - pining Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: mild blood/gore sickfic ( hanahaki disease) Summary: Bucky wasn’t even supposed to be here this afternoon. He was supposed to be at the library working on his Urban Policy lab project. But that was neither here nor there; it’s not like Darcy had up and come down with the flu on purpose. Besides, he reminded himself, he could use the money. He could always use the money. -- War veteran turned grad student and barista Bucky Barnes has a thing for a certain Brooklyn twink. Word Count: 2791

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Title: And I Will Wend My Way With You Collaborator: mariana_oconnor Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 1 - B2: Bucky/Clint Chapter 2 - U5: Jealousy Chapter 3 - Y5: Hair Braiding Chapter 4 - K4: Sharing Clothes Chapter 5 - K2: Kink: Wall Pinning Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Fantasy AU, Mild Dub-con, Slavery, Violence, implied/referenced rape/non-con, explicit sexual content Summary: After four long years, Bucky's mission is finally complete. All he needs to do is leave the Hydra Empire and make his way back to the Kingdom of Brooklyn with the information he has obtained. He definitely doesn't need the added complication of a slave, especially not one as angry and handsome as Clint Barton. Word Count: 29,653

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Title: A Bad Day With Coffee Is Better Than A Good Day Without It - Chapter 1 Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: AO3 Square Filled: B2 - Bucky/Clint Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: Pre-Slash, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Human Disaster Clint Barton, Deaf Clint Barton, Not Canon Compliant, Not Beta Read Summary: Clint has a terrible, no good, day... Bucky tries to make it better. Word Count: 2491

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Title: End Of All Days - Chapter 11: Part X Collaborator: Minka Link: AO3 Square Filled: U5 – AU: Adventurers/Explorers Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: violence Summary: Captain Steve Rogers had thought his military days were behind him, left in the bloody nightmare that was Saigon. Retired and working as a History Professor, the last thing he expected was to get caught up in a cataclysmic Slavic prophesy foreshadowing the end of the known world.With Cold War tensions running high, Steve finds himself in need of a guide and translator to get him behind the Iron Curtain and into the isolated snowdrifts of Siberia. It’s deep in the heart of Bucharest’s resistance fighters that Steve finds the ideal candidate, but swaying the enigmatic ex-operative known as The Winter Soldier proves to be complicated. Trust is hard-won, especially in the world of espionage, and with a KGB death squad nipping at his heels, the Soldier has countless reasons to stay presumably dead. As the lines between right, wrong and the supernatural begin to blur, Steve is forced to reconsider everything he’s ever believed, right from the sanctity of his own country to the very foundations of creation itself .--- Aka the Indiana Jones/Atomic Blonde lovechild of a fic that literally no one ever asked for but you’re bloody well going to get anyway. Word Count: 47,940

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Title: Siren - Chapter 1: Do you think I'm stuck up 'cause I'm always picking fights? Collaborator: Writing_mermaid Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - Free square Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Mature Major Tags: siren AU Summary: Y/N is a mutant, a Siren, the last of her kind, with deadly dangerous powers and a hidden past. If most of the Avengers likes and get along with her, Steve doesn’t, and it’s getting worse when Y/N and Bucky become close. After all what can bring two broken souls together if it’s not a dark past. Word Count: 1479

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Title: What, Like It's Hard? Collaborator: DocOlive Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - crack Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Legally Blonde fusion Summary: “Hey Buck, w-what’re ya doing with that?” Steve’s looking at him like he’s just grown a third head or something. Shit. What the fuck did I do now? “Sorry, pal, I was just trying to help out a little around here.” Bucky lets go of the handle, letting the big, ugly hammer drop to the floor. “Just clearing things off the floor so I could do a little cleaning before we drown in cat fur.”Big old viking shouldn’t leave his shit all over if he don’t want people manhandling it outta their way. -- Or, Bucky moves Mjölnir while he's cleaning, and doesn't understand what the big deal is. Legally Blonde meets the Avengers. Word Count: 559

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Title: Don't Forget To Write Collaborator: The_Alias (Artemis_Day) Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y1 - Secret Admirer Ship: Bucky/Jane Foster Rating: Teen Major Tags: secret admirer Summary: 'The tenth time, there is no note. Just him.' Jane has a secret admirer, but who could it possibly be? Word Count: 6072

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Title: The reason Nick Fury doesn't do vacations. Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - Rescue Mission Ship: WinterIronFury Rating: Teen Major Tags: Vacation gone wrong, Happy ending, crack(ish), Hydra, mention of animal experiments, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary: Tony and Bucky wanted to go on a trip with their third Nicholas Fury. However Nick refused, Bucky and Tony got abducted and… Tony never thought he would see tigers in that state. Word Count: 5473

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avengerscompound · 6 years ago

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I Think He Likes You: A Stucky Fanfic

Series Masterlist (and to see what’s going on with Nat and the Girl at the Coffee Shop) PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 3679

Warnings: Mentions of past rape and torture, smut (m|m, frottage, oral sex, anal fingering)

Synopsis: Bucky and Steve go on their first date.

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First dates are always nerve-wracking. You never know how formal it’s going to be. What you should wear. Whether the person you were with would want to hold hands or not. Even back when Bucky excelled at first dates he always had the nerves first. Trying to impress a girl when you had no money took a level of skill and finesse that Bucky wasn’t sure he could always pull off.

This was worse. This was the first date. The moving of friendship into a romantic relationship. The fact he’d exclusively seen women up until now. The fact he still had it in his head that being with a man was wrong. The fact that he hadn’t actually gone on any dates since he got away from HYDRA. He hadn’t been intimate with anyone since he had to share his body with someone that wasn’t him.

Bucky considered that he’d settled down into the Avengers pretty well after the dust had all settled. He’d sulked around a lot, to begin with. They never did manage to get the soldier out of his head completely. Just to negate the triggers. So he’d had to adjust to the fact he’d never be who he once was. But once he saw that most of the others weren’t just only tolerating him being there he’d settled a little.

He had managed to get used to Steve touching him as a friend. The pats on the shoulders and the occasional hug. The first few times it had made him jump out of his skin. But this was Steve and he was familiar. So he’d gotten used to it, and even liked it. Then Natasha had started doing it too. That took more getting used to. Particularly because he could remember the Red Room. When he saw that she of all people was willing to forgive that and move on, that was when he really became comfortable in the tower. He could hug people, and pat them on the back. He didn’t mind when the girls put their feet in his lap and hinted at foot rubs.

The thought of more though. Of actual kissing and maybe even sex. That scared him. Especially when it was with a man. Especially when that man was Steve.

Not that he didn’t want it. He wanted it. He’d wanted it for as long as he can remember ever wanting to have that with anyone at all. He regretted not doing something back then when he was him and Steve was just Steve. He wished he’d been as brave and cocky as he made everyone believe he was. Now he didn’t even have it in him to pretend that. He was scared.

Scared and he couldn’t decide what fucking tie to wear. He ripped the red and blue striped one from his neck and threw it on the bed with the others.

There was a knock at the door and Steve opened it. “You ready?” He asked.

Bucky looked over at him. Steve was ready. He looked amazing in his black dress pants and dark blue shirt. He wasn’t even wearing a tie. He just had the collar open and his sleeves rolled up a little, showing off his forearms.

“I wanted to dress up a little, but I can’t choose a tie,” Bucky answered, looking over a Steve.

Steve approached him and ran his hands down Bucky’s arms. He looked at the pile on the bed. “Where did all these come from?”

“Tony,” Bucky answered.

Steve picked up a cornflower blue one from the pile. “Tony loaned you his ties?”

Bucky smirked. “Well I mean, he doesn’t know he did.”

Steve laughed as he hung the tie around Bucky’s shoulders and started to tie it in a Windsor knot. “I like when you wear light blue. It shows up in your eyes.” He said, softly as he set the knot in place. He ran his hands down Bucky’s chest and smiled at him. “You look very handsome. Am I underdressed?”

Bucky shook his head. “No. You look good. You always look good.”

“Since the serum,” Steve added, chuckling.

Bucky shook his head again. “No. Even back then. I’d go back to then if I could. I should have said something then. Maybe you wouldn’t have hated yourself so much.”

Steve’s eyes shimmered and he wiped one with the back of his hand. “Buck. It’s okay. I probably wouldn’t have believed you anyway.” He reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Bucky’s ear. “You’re wearing your hair up again. It suits you.”

“Maybe I should get it cut. Like I used to wear it.” Bucky suggested.

Steve smiled at him. “You aren’t that guy any more Buck. And I’m not the guy I was either. I’ve changed my hair. Maybe you’re a guy who wears his hair tied back now?”

Bucky didn’t say anything. He wasn’t even sure what to say to that. Is it good he’s not that guy anymore? Was Steve not attracted to him until he was this amalgamation? Or did he wish he could go back to and is just settling for the wreckage that’s left?

“Shall we go?” Steve asked.

Bucky nodded and they both grabbed their coats and headed out. For a while, they just walked in silence, side by side hands in their pockets. It was snowing again, and flakes were settling in Steve’s hair and eyelashes. His nose was bright pink and each breath out they made was accompanied by a cloud of condensation.

Bucky wasn’t actually sure where they were going and after a little while, he hoped Steve knew. He was the one who had asked him out on this date. If it was up to Bucky they’d just stay in and order Pizza. Maybe watch some movies on Netflix in bed.

Steve had changed in a lot of ways. But he was still old fashioned about romance. They walked past the coffee shop he and Natasha went into most days, Bucky pointed it out. “That’s where that girl Natalia has a date with works.”

“Really? It’s funny to think of Nat with just some girl from a coffee shop. I always assumed she only dated people like us. I didn’t even know she was gay.” Steve mused.

Bucky laughed and clapped him on his back. “Did you even know you were gay?”

Steve smirked and shook his head. “I knew. I just didn’t want anyone else to.” He rubbed his arm with his palm. “I do like girls too though. I always thought you were supposed to be one or the other.”

“I like ‘em too. I think Tasha also likes fellas.” Bucky shrugged.

“Does anyone just like one or the other?” Steve asked.

Bucky shrugged again. “I got no idea, pal. I guess so. Otherwise, why would they have spent so much time telling us how evil it was to for men to like men?”

Steve stopped and looked around. He seemed to get his bearings and they headed off again. Just down the street and the first left. They entered a small, low lit, swing club. There was a haze of smoke in the room which Bucky found strange with the new smoking laws they had these days. People were sitting at the bar, others at tables and about half a dozen swing dancing in the middle of the room in front of a band that consisted of a saxophonist, a double bass player and someone on the piano.

Steve went over to the server. “I had a table for two booked for Rogers.” He said.

The woman looked down her list and crossed out a name. “Right this way, Captain Rogers.” She said, smiling warmly and picking up two menus. She led them to a booth in the corner. It was dark and a candle in a glass red holder sat in the middle of the table.

Steve slid into the booth followed by Bucky. They both just sat staring at the menu.

“Why is this so hard?” Bucky asked, putting the menu down.

Steve looked up at him. “The steak looks okay.”

Bucky shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

Steve offered a half smile. “I know. I don’t know. I know I love you. I know I want this. This is just new.”

Bucky sighed. “I wish you’d let us just stay at home. We coulda got a pizza.”

Steve laughed. “And had Tony bother us all night? Besides, I wanted to do this right. Now come on Buck. You gonna show me a good time?”

Bucky chuckled. “You got it, pal.” He bumped Steve with his shoulder and they both laughed.

The waitress came and took their order and when she left they were quickly approached by two women. Both dressed in vintage looking rockabilly dresses. The blonde wore red and the brunette blue with polka dots.

“We were wondering if you gentlemen would like to dance.” The blonde said.

Steve and Bucky both smiled up at the women and Steve ran his hand through his hair. “We’re actually here together. But thank you for the offer.” He said.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. We’ll leave you alone then.” The blonde yelped.

“I hope we’ll see you on the floor then.” The brunette added.

Bucky smiled at Steve. “Look at you. You actually told someone we’re on a date.”

Steve blushed. “Well, we are.”

“You realize you haven’t touched me since we left my room,” Bucky said, sliding a little closer to Steve and looking into his eyes.

Steve hunched his shoulders up and looked away. “It’s just public display of affection … Ya know? And … I just … I’ve never…”

Bucky tilted Steve’s chin back to face him and ran his palm over his jaw. “You’ve never what? I know you’ve kissed a gal. I saw it with my own two eyes. You kissed me. What haven’t you done?”

Steve swallowed. “All the rest of it.”

“I took you on double dates before,” Bucky said, moving a little closer, so their thighs were touching.

“Yeah, and the girls always ignored me and ended up going home with you,” Steve said, his eyes flicking down to Bucky’s lips and back up again.

Bucky pushed his hand back into Steve’s hair. “I’m sorry. I never took you on those to hurt you.”

Steve shook his head but didn’t take his eyes off Bucky. “I know. I pushed them away. I wanted you.”

Bucky brought his lips to Steve’s, kissing him deeply. He fisted his hand into Steve’s hair and tugged on it. Steve hummed into Bucky’s mouth. When Bucky pulled away Steve chased his lips.

“I thought you didn’t like public displays of affection.” Bucky teased and pecked Steve softly on his lips again.

“Maybe I just never had the right partner,” Steve replied, pulling Bucky back into a kiss. They were interrupted by the arrival of their food. Bucky stayed pressed up against Steve while they ate.

“So why here? This isn’t normally where you’d take us. You weren’t even awake for the fifties.” Bucky asked.

Steve shrugged looking away from Bucky.

“Steve. You’re with me, pal.” Bucky pressed.

“I wanted to dance,” Steve replied, quietly. “This was the closest place I could find that had dancing close to what I recognized. But it’s stupid. I don’t even know how to dance. And who would lead anyway?”

Bucky slid out of the chair and took Steve’s hand pulling him. “Come on, punk.”

“Buck…” Steve whined.

“Don’t you ‘Buck’ me. We’re dancing.” Bucky said, firmly. Pulling Steve to his feet.

Bucky led. He knew how to dance. Even if his moves were outdated by even swing dancing standards, he could hold his own on the dance floor. After a while, Steve gained confidence and it switched. Then it wasn’t really clear who was leading. They were just dancing and enjoying each other.

They stayed out late and when they walked home it was with Bucky’s arm slung over Steve’s shoulders and Steve’s wrapped around his waist. In the elevator up they stood face to face. Steve leaned in a little and Bucky bridged the gap, pushing Steve up against the mirror and kissing him hard. The elevator stopped and then came out breathless and swollen lipped.

Natasha was sitting on the couch in a hoodie watching TV. “Evening gentleman, have you had a good night?” She smirked.

“We have, thank you,” Bucky replied. “What about you, didn’t you have a date?”

“I did. But it’s now midnight. I walked my little Cinderella home at a reasonable hour, unlike some people I know.” Natasha teased.

“Well, mine is home now too.” Bucky laughed. “Night, Tasha.”

“Night, boys. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Natasha purred.

“Night, Nat,” Steve said. He took hold of Bucky’s hand and led him to his room.

When the door closed, Bucky turned to Steve. “You brought me back to your room.” He said.

“That’s very observant, Buck,” Steve said, tugging on Bucky’s tie.

Bucky caught Steve’s hand with his. “You sure?”

Steve nodded. “I’m sick of waiting for you. I want this. I want you. If you’ll have me.”

Bucky nodded and kissed Steve. Steve’s hands went back to Bucky’s tie and pulled it off, tossing it to the side. He pushed his hands up under Bucky’s shirt, raking his fingers over his abs.

Every one of Bucky’s muscles spasmed under Steve’s touch. His cock hardened and throbbed. Even such a simple thing as kissing had become too much. His body seemed to automatically expect that touch means pain, and now it didn’t, it’s was in sensory overload.

“Stevie. Oh god.” He moaned. “I need to slow down.”

Steve stepped back and his brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky leaned against the wall panting. He ran his palm over his abs and shook his head. He didn’t really know where to start. How to explain what’s happening to his body right now. Nor the fears running through his head. He reached over and took Steve’s hand. “What they did to me… I’m a mess. Every time someone touches me I expect pain. When it’s not it’s almost too good. Does that make sense?”

Steve nodded. “We’ll slow down. It’s not like I have any idea what I’m doing anyway.”

They moved towards the bed, slowly unbuttoning each other’s shirts. “Me either, pal.”

“You gonna keep calling me pal, even now?” Steve asked, gently running one finger down Bucky’s chest. Bucky’s muscles twitched as his finger trailed down his skin.

“It’s just habit. You’d rather ‘darlin’?” Bucky smirked.

Steve laughed. “I guess not.”

Bucky kissed him, deeply but gently. Their lips caressing each other's. He pushed Steve’s shirt down off his shoulders and onto the floor before moving his mouth to Steve’s neck. Steve let his head fall back and held Bucky around the waist. Humming as Bucky’s lips touched him in a place he’d never had kissed before.

“This isn’t something I’ve ever done before either.” Bucky murmured against, Steve’s skin.

Steve’s hand slid up Bucky’s back. Bucky shivered as it stroked upwards. His muscles flexing under Steve’s palm. Steve stopped on Bucky’s neck and just held his hand there, cradling the base of his head with his large fingers. “No I mean, at all. You’ll be my first at all.” Steve whispered.

Bucky pulled back and shrugged off his shirt. “I meant that too.”

Steve looked at him, slightly puzzled. “But all those girls?”

Bucky laughed. “I dated ‘good’ girls, Steve. I liked to try and get as far as I could, but it was never this far. A couple of times I got my hands up their skirts. That was it.” His face fell for a moment and he furrowed his brow. His metal hand running over his hair. “The soldier… he did… was made… in the Red Room.” He turned and looked back to the door, knowing Natasha sat on the other side. Natasha who had so openly forgiven him for everything the Soldier had done to her. “Can we not count that, Steve?” Bucky implored.

Steve cupped Bucky’s jaw. “Of course, Buck. That doesn’t count. This is your first time.” They kissed again. This time frantic and passionate. All the feelings Bucky had been holding down for 70 years. About Steve. About what happened to him. About the things he’d been made to do, bubbled up and poured out into that kiss. They started to kick off their shoes and unbuckle each other’s pants.

Once naked they hastily moved up onto the bed, side by side. They lay down facing each other and Steve pressed his leg between Bucky’s. He broke the kiss and slowly ran his hands over Bucky. Touching as much of him as he could reach but carefully avoiding his dick. He watched as Bucky’s body went from tensing and twitching to just relaxing under his hands.

“Does this hurt?” He asked, running his finger down Bucky’s jagged scar on his shoulder.

“Sometimes. When it’s going to rain.” Bucky replied, his own hands had been trailing lazily over Steve’s skin the whole time and he now felt relaxed, despite how his cock throbbed and leaked precome.

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” Steve said, his voice cracking.

Bucky shook his head. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is. You were there because of me. You should have been home.” Steve argued.

Bucky pushed him on his back, straddling his thigh. He kissed him fiercely. “It’s not your fault, Steve.” He said. “It’s not.”

Bucky took both their cocks in his hand and started stroking them against each other as he kissed Steve hard. Steve started to moan, his hips moving against Bucky. “I love you, Steve,” Bucky growled. “I love you and I went because I wanted to protect you. It’s not your fault.”

Steve held onto Bucky, giving himself to him. He reached over and started digging in his side table. His fingers finally closing on a bottle of lube and dragging it out.

“Steve…” Bucky teased. “Why would a single guy like you possibly have that?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Because I’m single.” He squirted some in his hand and took over from Bucky. Rubbing his slicked palm up and down their cocks.

Bucky jerked and fell forward, burying his face in Steve’s neck. “Oh fuck, Stevie. I won’t last. Uff…” He panted.

Steve pulled the hair tie from Bucky’s hair and ran his fingers through it. “It’s okay. I want that. I want you to, Buck.”

Bucky kissed him, and his body jerked. He spilled in waves. Hot come coating Steve’s hand and abs. “Fuck.” He hissed. “Sorry. Sorry.”

Steve kissed him. “It’s okay.” He said continuing to slowly stroke Bucky’s pulsing cock against his own hard one. “This is just the first of so many times for us, Buck.”

Bucky nodded and kissed Steve’s throat, sucking on a patch of his skin. He started stroking Steve’s cock and kissing down his body. The closer he got to Steve’s cock, the faster he stroked. Bucky ran his tongue up Steve’s shaft and smirked. “What’s it apple flavored for, single guy?”

Steve blushed. “I didn’t read the label. I dropped in my basket as quickly as I could and used the self-serve checkout.”

Bucky started laughing. He shoulders rising and falling as he hovered over Steve’s cock. When he finally got himself under control he licked over the head of Steve’s cock and pulled his foreskin down. He sucked greedily on the head, flicking his tongue over the slit. Steve moaned and bucked up into Bucky’s mouth.

Like Bucky, Steve was large. There was no way he could take all of him into his mouth so he continued to pump his fist up and down the base of his shaft as he sucked and licked as much as he could. He looked up at Steve and saw him looking back down at him through those thick lashes. His chest was heaving and he was making soft moaning sounds.

Bucky sat up for a second and picked up the lube. He looks down at his hands. Until now he’d been exclusively using his right to touch Steve’s cock. His left was okay for the rest of him, but he worried that the plates my catch or his grip might be too tight. Now he wanted to use both his hands and he wasn’t sure which would be best for the things he wanted to do.

He squeezed the lube into his flesh palm and rubbed his hands together slicking them completely. He took Steve’s cock into his right hand and lowered his mouth down over the head again. With his left hand, he started stoking Steve’s perineum. He teased his asshole with the tip of his finger and slowly and gently pushed in.

Steve groaned loudly and bunched his fists into Bucky’s hair. “Jesus Christ! Buck! Bucky! Shit!” He cried. Bucky didn’t even make it into his first knuckle and Steve came explosively. He spilled into Bucky’s mouth, taking him by surprise. The hot come coated his tongue, salty and tart. Bucky swallowed and kept sucking, pulsing his finger in Steve’s ass.

When Steve’s cock stilled Bucky crawled up and curled against his broad chest. “Next time, I wanna do that to you,” Steve whispered, grabbing some wipes from his bedside table and cleaning them both up.

“Okay,” Bucky replied. “I’d like that.”

Steve trailed his fingers down Bucky’s spine. “What was it like?”

Bucky rubbed his cheek against Steve’s chest. “It was good. I liked how you tasted and the sounds you made.”

“It felt good too. Christ, Buck.” Steve sighed.

Bucky chuckled. “I could tell, pal.” He leaned up and kissed Steve’s lips softly. “You want me to go? I have pretty bad nightmares. I might keep you awake.”

Steve tightened his arms around Bucky. “I have them too. You’re not going anywhere.”

Bucky smiled, settling against Steve. Knowing this was where he needed to be.

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ao3feed-wandamaximoff · 9 months ago

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This Place Is The Beat Of My Heart

by Gloromeien Bucky Barnes is living the dream--his own restaurant on 'The Other Fifth Avenue' back home in Park Slope, Brooklyn, with a staff of his dearest friends, a garden to grow, and the chance to be close to his sisters after ten long years as a journeyman chef. All he has to do is keep his head down and do the work so that they survive their first litmus year in business. They've got the buzz. They've got the menu. And now, they've got the patronage of the original hometown hero returned, the guy who put Brooklyn on the map, the legend himself: The Cap. Only Bucky gets a lot more than he bargained for when he cooks for his childhood crush. He might even lose his heart. Or, the Stucky version of The Bear with a lot less yelling and a lot more fluff. Words: 10764, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Joaquín Torres, Maya Lopez, Kahhori (Marvel), Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winnie Barnes Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Shrunkyclunks | Modern Bucky Barnes/Captain America Steve Rogers, Stucky - Freeform, Canon Divergence - Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Captain America Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Chef Bucky Barnes, Big Brother Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Gets a Hug, Lonely Steve Rogers, Insecure Steve Rogers, Demisexual Steve Rogers, Activist Steve Rogers, Food as an Expression of Love, Extreme Food Porn, Modern AU, bucky owns a restaurant, The Stucky version of The Bear, But with a lot less yelling and a lot more fun, Basically a tribute to The Bear but with none of those characters, Shy Guy Bucky, Found Family, Bucky has a crew and Steve has a team, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, HEA Guaranteed, Let me know if there's anything I've missed via https://ift.tt/Oiw4Cfe

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blackwood4stucky · 2 years ago

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Stucky Smut Menu

Can't wait to use this lovely menu @ellemj made for me! Saw navybrat's menu and thought, woah, this is so cool. I had to ask for one. The ideas are flooding and will go great with some of the fics I have planned for the future.

I mentioned them in the wip game.

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holylulusworld · 6 years ago

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Shopping Winchester style

Summary: You need something important; Dean offers to help you.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: flustered Dean, cocky Dean, tension, talks of sex during period, fluff, comforting, implied smut

“Dean, can you buy me something too?” Calling for your friend who is about to go on a shopping trip into town you chuckle when he pokes his head out of the kitchen to give you a dirty grin.

“Vibrator or condoms?” Dean smirks, licking his lips as his eyes roam your body.

You are only wearing shorts and a tank top, so he gets a glimpse of way more skin than you usually show.

“How about…” Striding toward you Dean cocks a brow, still this smirk on his plump lips. “I buy condoms and we forget about the vibrator.” Sliding his fingers over your arms Dean purrs.

“Dude, did you hit your head too hard, Dean? I think I’m not on the menu and by the way.” Leaning closer you chuckle as Dean gasps feeling your breasts pressed against his chest. “I wanted to ask you to buy me tampons and some sweets. It’s shark week and I don’t want to steal your pie again.”

Patting Dean’s chest you smirk at his pained expression and the color creeping into his cheeks.

“Uh…Y/N…fuck.” Moving his fingers through his hair Dean tries to find the words to ask you about the size you need but you are already walking toward your room swaying your hips.

Head tilted Dean growls low in his throat already finding an excuse to use the condoms with you. “Cramps, Baby Girl…”

----

In the store Dean stands in front of the shelf for feminine hygiene products, scratching his scruffy chin he tries to find out which tampons he shall buy.

Not knowing how to ask the clerk his eyes dart between the tampons in his hands and back to the shelf with at least then more sorts.

“Superabsorbent or extra soft?” Dean mutters taking another box out of the shelf. “Why not producing superabsorbent and soft ones all in one. Son of a bitch!”

Not wanting to spend more time choosing the wrong tampons Dean glances at the clerk once again, waving at the young man.

“Yes, Sir?” The boy looks at the tampons in Dean’s hand’s smirking.

“Dude, I need help. Can you tell me which ones I shall buy for my girl?” Dean hopes the boy can help him but all he gets is a chuckle and a smirk.

“I think your girl should buy this stuff on her own.” The boy dares to say, and Dean grabs the hem of the feisty boy’s shirt, staring daggers into his skull.

“I asked you a question about tampons not about your opinion, asshole. Do your job!”

“Sir…I’ve got no clue, okay. I’m only here to help my sister.” Scared the young boy looks up at Dean. “Sorry.”

“You’re no help. I need to bring her the right stuff or she will be disappointed. How shall I ever get a chance with her if I can’t buy the right tampons?” Glancing at the shelf again Dean grabs three different boxes of tampons and sanitary pads in three sizes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t buy that much.” Glancing at Dean’s prey the boy shakes his head, but Dean doesn’t care about what the clerk has to say and puts all boxes into his shopping cart.

Walking toward the sweets he glances at the condoms a smirk on his lips he grabs a package before he gets your favorite sweets, some chocolate bars, and liquorice.

“Sir, do you need anything else?” The boy looks at the condoms in Dean’s shopping cart, a dirty grin all over his face. “I could help you.”

“I think I know how to use these…” Dean mutters walking toward the massage oils to get two bottles.

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Switching through the channels you chuckle as Dean walks into your room, three shopping bags in his hands.

“I’ve got everything you need, Sweetheart.” Smirking Dean places the boxes of tampons, sanitary pads, and sweets on your bed.

“Dude! Why did you buy so many? I only needed one package.” Laughing you point at the boxes as Dean shrugs. “Didn’t know if you need soft ones or superabsorbent ones. The clerk was no help either.”

Your eyes land on the condoms and you slap Dean’s chest. “Extra-large? Are we that self-confident, Winchester?”

Smirking Dean leans closer to kiss your neck softly. “I’ve got a nice package for you in my pants too, Y/N. Thought I can help you with the cramps and all…”

“Oh, you are so selfless, Dean. My hero.” Grin all over your face you slide your fingers over Dean’s chest. “I think I’ll take the sweets instead.”

Muttering under his breath Dean grabs the condoms, trying to hide his disappointment. “I’ve got ice cream too and massage oil.” Turning to leave your room Dean yelps when you fist his shirt to drag him back into your room.

“Leave the condoms here. I want a massage, ice cream and you in my bed to warm me up as it’s cold in my room.” Condoms still in his hands Dean looks at you with wide eyes as you take the condoms out of his hands. “I mean we need these in a few days. I won’t let you touch me during shark week, Dean.”

Now his eyes darken, and he hums, glancing at the condoms again. “I don’t care about shark week. How about a hot shower?” Smirking Dean leans closer as you lick your lips. “And when I’m saying ‘hot’, I mean ‘hot’ Baby. Later I’ll massage your back and we destroy the ice cream I bought.”

Grabbing Dean’s hand, you lead him out of your room and toward the showers. He’s taken aback, not believing you will take his offer. “I hope you didn’t lie, Dean. I sure as hell want to see this extra-large dick of yours…”

“Damn, I love shopping for sure.” Dean is glancing at the condoms in his hands as you smirk up at him.

“I love shopping Winchester style too…”

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holylulusworld · 6 years ago

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Watching you from afar

Request: Reader is a virgin and she’s not skinny and has curves. So the reader has the habit to walk for the bunker in her underwear after the shower, she knows she’s not skinny and has stretch marks but she’s comfortable with her body and likes to walk like this. Every time she passes the library like this the boys watch her, affect Sam too and dean is always uncomfortable (he gets hard) since he’s in love with her but he’s too stupid to admit it since they are best friends. One day when she passes dean is angry how Sam is looking at her and yell at the reader and she thinks that dean is disgusted by her body so she’s heartbroken and stops talking with him. After Sam ask her for a date (he do that to let dean grow balls) dean go out the restaurant to admit his feelings they have sex in the Impala and back at the bunker Sam I proud. Smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: angst, awkward situations, tension, virgin reader, smut, light smut, loss of virginity, jealous Dean, fluff, fun

Walking through the library you wink at Sam and Dean. Only wearing your underwear, you dry your hair with a towel while you walk toward your room.

Two pairs of eyes are watching you. Dean is starting to shift uncomfortably in his chair. Seeing you in your underwear, your curves he can’t help himself.

He’s hard again.

His lower lip trapped between his teeth he can’t take his eyes off you. Sam is watching you too, but he knows how Dean feels about you.

“Ask her out,” Sam suggests and Dean looks at him as if he suggested riding a pig.

“What? I got no clue what you are talking about, Sammy.”

“Dean, I can see the bulge in your pants.”

“The porn on my laptop turned me on.” Dean lies glancing at your ass one last time.

“Whatever. I’m going to have a shower too. Sit here and enjoy…the view…” Sam chuckles leaving the library.

“Bitch…” Dean mutters.

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Another day, another boner. Licking his lips Dean watches you again. Your hips sway and your damp hair is glued to your body. Wearing nothing but black lingerie you wink at the boys and Dean let out a low growl.

Sam is a bit more discreet. Only giving you glance he admires your confidence in your body. The moment you bend over to pick up the towel you let slip out of your hands Dean starts rubbing his crotch.

“Dude…” Sam whispers. Giving his brother a glare, he shakes his head. “Ask her out.”

“Shut up, bitch.” Dean bites back and you turn around.

“Something wrong, boys?” You ask.

“No, everything is fine, Y/N. Peachy you might say.” Dean stammers.

“Okay.”

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“God…not again,” Dean whines watching you pass by. This time Sam can’t stop staring at you. His eyes glued to your body, the white lingerie you are wearing and the swaying of your hips he licks his lips.

Dean is too distracted at first to see his brother staring at you, but the moment Sam let out a groan Dean looks at his baby brother. Seeing the lust in his eyes he gets angry.

“Goddamn, Y/N. Cover your body! No one wants to see your naked ass!” Dean mutters and you flinch at his harsh tone.

You know you’re not skinny like the girls he’s dating, well not dating rather hooking up but hearing him saying he doesn’t want to see your curves hurts.

“Dean.” Sam gasps seeing the hurting all over your face.

“...” You want to say something; talk back but right now you only want to enter your room and cry your eyes out.

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Days later you walk out of the showers. Wearing a thick bathrobe, you avoid looking at Dean. You didn’t talk to him since he yelled at you. Only Sam was man enough to come to your room to apologize for his brother’s behavior.

“Y/N?” Dean tries seeing you wearing the long and thick bathrobe once again, but you do not answer. Ignoring his whole existence, you walk straight toward your room.

“Hey, uh…Y/N? Do you want to go out with me?” Sam asks and Dean’s mouth falls open.

“Go out? Like a date?” You ask.

“Yeah, I mean…I wanted to go to the new restaurant. Do you want to come with me? You can wear your underwear if you want to.” Sam chuckles.

“I’ll wear something more than underwear. I know no one wants to see my disgusting body.” You spat looking at Dean and he realizes you believe he hates your body.

“You can’t ask her out,” Dean mutters.

“Why no? She’s pretty, smart and I like her. You don’t want to go out with her so she’s mine.” Sam says giving his brother a bright smile.

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“What do you want to eat?” Sam asks looking at the menu.

“I don’t know, maybe a salad.” You say.

“Y/N, you don’t need to lose weight. Dean is an idiot, okay. You are beautiful the way you are.”

“I never felt uncomfortable in my body before. I mean I’m not skinny but I always felt sexy; didn’t think I’m that disgusting to Dean.” You sniff and Sam squeezes your hand tightly.

“You’re not disgusting. I can assure you…” Sam can’t end his sentence as Dean is storming into the restaurant. Some pitifully looking flowers in his hands he stops at Sam’s and your table.

“Dean?” You wonder.

“Y/N, I don’t think your body is disgusting. I love your body and honestly every time you passed the library in your underwear I got hard. I do not just love your body; I love you and I said these words as I saw the hunger in Sam’s eyes…I don’t want my brother to see what’s mine.” Dean stammers and you look at him completely speechless.

“Dude, bad timing.” Sam chuckles.

“Shut up, bitch! You can’t just ask my girl out.”

“I asked her out to let you man up, Jerk. Now have a nice dinner and don’t ruin it.”

“UH…this was a set-up?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, I like Y/N and I thought she deserves to know you are one stubborn idiot. Now eat and have fun.” Making space for Dean Sam gives you a wink before he leaves the restaurant.

The flowers still in his hands Dean sits down to handle you the pitiful remnants.

“Crap…shit…I guess I bought the wrong stuff.” Dean curses looking at the dead Lilies in his hands.

“You strangled the flowers, Dean.” You sigh.

“I was just holding them.”

“They are dead, Dean. You killed the poor flowers with your strength.”

“Hmm…next time I’ll be more gentle.”

“Dean…”

“Please, I didn’t mean it that way. I love your curves, want to worship your body. God, all the things I want to do with you right now.” Dean groans and you swear his voice was even lower.

“No one is stopping you.” You whisper and his cock stirs in his pants.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Motel?”

“Impala…”

“Right now?”

“Right now…”

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His hands are in your hair as his lips claim yours in a heated kiss. You barely remember how you got into the car, or how you lost all your clothes. All you remember is Dean kissing your breathless as he moves inside of you.

Time stopped running as he entered you for the first time and now it feels like you never did anything else. Your bodies seem to work in sync, almost as you are made for each other. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as he moves your legs around his waist to slide deeper into you.

A strangled cry leaves your lips as he starts working himself faster into you. The thrusts become more erratic and harder. Your hands claw to his back as moans of your name leave his lips.

“So beautiful,” Dean whispers into your neck as he feels you as close as possible. Your heated skin pressed to his you cling to his body - never want to let him go.

There’s no holding back any longer. Your body is overwhelmed by too much stimulation so you just let go and Dean growls now. Squeezing, almost choking his thick length you come undone, dragging Dean with you.

It’s one loud cry coming out of both of your mouth. Your body goes limb as you let the pleasure wash over you.

“We need to do that again.” You pant and Dean wiggles his eyebrows.

“Only if you are wearing the white lace underwear for me again.”

“Hmm…deal. But I’ll wear a bathrobe from now on.”

“No need for this. My room is closer to the showers. You move in and can run around half-naked again.”

“You want me to move into your room?”

You’re my girl…I want you close by.”

“To see me half-naked?”

“Damn right.” Dean chuckles.

“I love you too, by the way.”

“I hope so or my performance tonight was for nothing.”

“Performance?”

“The flowers, my emotional outburst…hot sex.”

“You are so full of yourself, Dean.”

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Your fingers intervened with Dean’s you walk back into the bunker. Sam is watching you two with a smile on his lips. His big brother finally manned up.

“She will move into my room. No more peeping Tom for you.” Dean yells.

“I think I can live with that,” Sam yells back.

“Thanks for the fake date, Sammy. Dean finally manned up thanks to you.”

“Anytime, Y/N. By the way, Dean liked the white lingerie the most.”

“I know…”

“Night.”

“Night, Sammy.”

“Now I don’t need to watch your from afar any longer then…”

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