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"I missed you"

pairing: boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x you

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, oral, no use of y/n, reader is afab, worshipping kink (?), praise kink, mutual teasing, established relationship

summary: Bucky's been busy, but he always makes time for you

word count: 2k

author's note: heyyy so funny story this is actually not only my first smut fic but my first fic in general :) soooo go easy on me?

The evidence of the sunrise slowly freckled your face, as if the very sun was slowly caressing you, eventually reaching your eyes, waking you, as it did with the rest of the world.

The first thing you notice is the lingering warmth beside you in the bed, as you reach out, you feel the heat of where he once was dissipate. The second thing you notice is the subtle ache in your muscles from the night before, not painful, just a present reminder. 

Bucky's schedule was always cluttered, between congressional meetings, PR training (Lord knows he needs it), and rehearsed speeches, he wasn't able to come home most nights. After being away from you for two unbearable weeks, he decided he needed to take a weekend devoted strictly to you. 

The third thing you notice is the smell of coffee being brewed, followed by the low hum of the coffee maker. With a quick stretch, you make your way downstairs. 

Bucky's hair is a mess, evidence of him waking up not so long before you. His back is facing you, as he gently stirs creamer into your favorite coffee cup. He's wearing dark sweatpants, the ones that ride low on his hips, with the band of his boxers showing, and of course, he's shirtless. The biggest mistake of your life was telling him how attractive he was without a shirt, you swear he does it just to watch you squirm.

"Well good morning, my sleeping beauty" 

Bucky greets in an almost condescending tone, he turns around and leans on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed and sleepy but thoughtful smile painting his face.

You mumble back a response, as you take the coffee handed to you. It's exactly how you like it, a nonverbal agreement of his love for you. 

"I was thinking French toast, maybe with some bacon." 

With Bucky looking at you with such admiration, and the way his muscles flexed when crossing his arms, breakfast was the very last thing you were thinking about. 

You take a step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, as one hand lazily played with his hair. His hands found themselves slightly lifting your shirt, just enough for him to snake his hands around your waist, slowly, almost agonizing with the stark contrast of his cool metal on your bare skin.

"Hi" 

"Hi," Bucky responds.

You give him a quick kiss on the lips and an excuse to pull him even closer. As your lips ghost over one another, you whisper in a voice so quiet, so intimate, it gets hard for him to think.

"I missed you" 

Your hands slowly unwrap from around his neck, sliding down the nape of his neck, caressing every muscle, as you inch your way down his entire body.

"I know, doll, I shouldn't have left you alone for so long" 

He gently guides one of your hands to his lips, caressing it, kissing the inside your wrist, he gives you the same look a puppy would give after they've done something wrong.

Your other hand finally reaches the band of his checkered boxers, absentmindedly playing with the fabric, lifting it, snapping it against his skin.

"You gonna make it up to me, pretty boy?"

You earned a small chuckle from him. "Last night wasn't enough for you?" He teased, his hand caressing your cheek, thumb settling right below your tired eyes, pulling you in once more. There was a vast contrast to the first kiss, this was deep and all-consuming, tongue slow and sweet against yours. He pulled away suddenly, earning the quietest whimper from your throat. 

"My sweet girl getting all needy on me?" 

Bucky grazes your neck with his fingers, slowly pushing the hair away from your face tilting your head ever so slightly, exposing you as he leaves sloppy kisses along the curve of your neck. His hands left your waist, traveling ever so slowly upwards, reversing your previous teasing actions on his own body.

"Bucky..." 

"mhmmm?" He leaves your neck to meet your gaze, your hand on his boxers dipping below the fabric, an unspoken plea, until his hand catches your wrist, pulling you away. 

"Lemme take care of you, baby"

His lips are on yours again, deeper than before, filled with pure desire as his neediness starts to outweigh yours. Bucky is practically consuming you, taking what's his. 

He walks forward gently pushing you back, his hands moving to your thighs, giving them a gentle but affirming squeeze that says "I'm here" while he softly guides you on top of the kitchen island, settling between your legs, like a second home.

You both pull away catching your breath, feeling his on your lips. Your hands lands just below his ears, thumbs rubbing against his stubble. His metal hand stayed on your thigh, while his right was settled on your hip, rubbing slow circles into your soft skin. 

"God I missed you so much" 

Bucky confesses, leaving a soft, intimate kiss on your forehead, before kissing the corner of your mouth, your cheek, jaw, and neck, each kiss becoming more hungry, more desperate than the last, making you feel even needier than before. 

His last words leave a small whine on your lips, he starts bunching the fabric of your shirt, pulling it off until he reaches your breasts. 

"Can I take this off?" 

"..Please" you manage to practically moan. 

In one fluid motion, he drags the fabric along the rest of your body, your muscle memory lifts your arms above your head, allowing Bucky to discard your shirt somewhere in the kitchen. The sudden coldness of the environment wakes you up better than any coffee.

His hands steady himself on your waist once more, and he pulls back eyes glazing over your newly exposed skin. He's seen you like this hundreds of times, but still, every time he looks at your bare chest he can't help but feel heat encroaching on his cheeks, turning dusty pink. 

"You're so perfect" 

His lips attached to your body, just below your collarbone, leaving a trail to your hardened nipple, his other hand caressing your opposite breast leaving slow but deep swipes. 

Your back arches into his mouth, allowing him to kiss the sensitive area even deeper. With the feeling of his hot mouth all over your body, followed by your intense yearning while he was away, his actions felt almost overwhelming, earning him small whimpers escaping from your lips. 

"You sound so pretty baby, lemme hear you" 

His mouth trailed farther down your body leaving wet marks of where he once was, your fingers tangling in his hair, gently massaging his scalp, like he's the only thing grounding you. He kisses below your navel, placing his hands on your hips, guiding himself down to his knees in front of you, looking into your eyes as he does so, the sight alone going straight to between your legs. He kisses you high on your inner thigh, the place where he knows you're most sensitive. 

As his fingers hook the side of your lacy dark red lingerie, his stormy blue eyes make contact with yours, leaving your lips with a small gasp.

"Do you always wear these to breakfast" He teases you.

"Only when I'm feeling lucky" You smile, as you run your fingers through his hair.

This earns a small laugh from him, with him being so close you feel the vibrations right in the place you need him most, leaving you aching. 

Bucky kisses your inner thigh maintaining eye contact with you, as you lift your hips slightly, allowing him to drag the fabric down in the most agonizing way, like he's memorizing the very action.

"Atta girl"

As your lingerie grazes over your upper thigh, he kisses just above, his lips trailing after the thin soaked fabric. Each kiss felt like worshipping, a tiny prayer burning into your senses, lighting every nerve on fire. 

"Bucky..." You whine out.

You feel his smile against your skin, as he looks up at you. "Yeah, doll?" 

"I need you" You pause licking your lips, taking in the sight of Bucky on his knees, treating you like you're the most precious thing in the world. Looking at you with so much love, and an intense desire to please you, to make up for the nights you spent alone, in bed, fingers in your underwear, fantasying about this very moment. 

"please baby" you moan out breathlessly, petting his hair, your eyes telling him that he had teased you enough, and now you needed him desperately. 

Your words make him twitch in his boxers, he wants so badly to bury himself deep inside you, listen to your tiny breathless moans, watch you squirm as he hits the spot that makes your head dizzy in the best way possible, over and over again. 

But he knows you've earned this, that this is everything you deserve and more for putting up with him and his schedule. Besides, he had gotten that privilege last night, and now, all he wants to do is worship every inch of your body, and tell you how sorry he is with his actions alone. 

His hands reach up to your hips, letting your thighs rest on his shoulders, "Easy doll, you'll get what you want" He responds in the cocky tone he knows you hate.

He gently drags you to the edge of the counter, your arousal exposed to him, physically showing the effects of his teasing, he can't help but smile at that, the evidence of your desire for him. 

He kisses your clit gently, before licking a long strip up your core. He takes his time, savoring the taste in his mouth, his tongue being slow and precise. Earning him a long whimper from your lips. 

"So wet for me baby, you been thinking about this? hmm?"

You can't tell if it's embarrassment, or his tongue doing laps on your clit that you feel the heat rising on your cheeks as you moan out a yes...

Your confession makes him moan against your heat, adding to the intense pleasure you're taking. 

"Shouldn't have left my needy girl alone" Your hips jerk at his words, as he digs himself deeper into you, his nose hitting your clit as he devours you, eating you out like he's starving. You moan embarrassingly loud, as your body twitches at the pleasure building below. 

"You need this so bad, huh pretty girl"

You eagerly nod your head, as he drags slow, circles through your wetness.

Just when you need him most, he pulls away, kissing your inner thigh. You look down at him, your face contorted into pure lust, eyes lidded from the pleasure. 

He looks back up at you "Tell me how bad you need this" 

You barely let him finish the sentence, before your lust takes over, begging for something, anything. Your words are a mix of whimpers and moans that drive Bucky crazy. 

"Please—Bucky... I- I need this" you moan out "I need you, ill do anything you want j-just please" 

You tighten your grip on his head. Between the fingers in his hair, and filthy words coming from your mouth, Bucky feels like a teenager with the way he's leaking in his boxers. 

"Jesus... You have any idea what you're doing to me?" 

His mouth is back on your heat, his tongue inside you slow and deep, as you grind into him, your hands pushing him even deeper, telling him where you need it. Your whole body is twitching, lips parted with a stream of moans followed by more pleading.

"I'm so— close, so close— please, please don't stop, Bucky..." 

"Come for me pretty girl, give it to me."

And you did.

It hit you hard, and suddenly, tearing through your body in waves of pleasure. Your hands left his hair as you grabbed onto the counter's edge, trying to stop yourself from collapsing, as your whole body twitched. Your head hung low, as you tried to catch your breath.

Bucky kissed his way up your body, lifting himself from the floor, holding you by the waist. 

"I got you, baby, you're okay." 

He placed his cool metal hand on the back of your head letting you collapse onto him, your head settling under his chin, while his other hand rubbed circles into your back, soothing you, holding you most intimately, as he slowly pet your hair.

When your body finally stops trembling, he takes his hand away from your scalp, moving upwards to your face, cupping your cheek, as he gently guides you to look at him.

"You did so good for me, doll."