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OMG MOLLY!!!!! That was absolutely perfect! Ironically exactly what I needed after this week! You perfected the need to let go & what that looks like with someone you care about & trust! Sooooo good!

post-mission ritual

pairing: new avengers!bucky barnes x new avengers!reader

summary: after a mission, bucky barnes helps you get rid of all that leftover, excess energy.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, pwp, oral sex (m receiving, f receiving briefly mentioned), cock worship, ball worship, deep-throating, bdsm dynamics, dom Bucky/sub reader, come play, come swallowing, face fucking, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise kink, some degradation, sergeant kink, pet names (doll, baby), aftercare, established relationship

word count: 4.7k

a/n: here's my week 5 entry for @buckybarnesevents's Hot Bucky Summer event! y'all voted to worship post-Thunderbolts Bucky, so here we are!! i wanted to write some real filthy cock worship, and i think i succeeded with this fic—and i actually can't believe how long it ended up. whoops 🫣 anyway, i hope y'all are prepared for some filthy, messy, cock worshipping smut 🤭 enjoy! ♡

prompt: “Play with it.” | [Cock Worship | Forced Masturbation | Come Play]

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The mission was a success, and the briefing in the main meeting room of New Avengers Tower was over, but you couldn’t settle down. All the other members of the team were dispersing, retreating to their rooms or the gym to wind down from the mission in their own ways.

All except Bucky Barnes. And you.

Your knee was bouncing with leftover, frenetic energy that you couldn’t seem to quell, and you were biting at the cuticles of your nails because you couldn’t sit still. Your gaze kept flitting all around the room, checking again and again that everyone had left, even Bob.

You would’ve considered following Ava Starr and John Walker to the gym to expend your excess energy, but there was something else besides sparring that helped you calm down after a mission—something that only Bucky could give you.

The minutes dragged on and every few seconds, your eyes landed on the super-soldier. Your gaze darted from his handsome face to his broad shoulders, which filled out his new superhero suit so deliciously, you had the urge to rub against him like a cat in heat.

Your knee kept bouncing, your teeth kept gnawing on your cuticles, and you tried to act like you weren’t one breath away from clawing at the walls while you waited for Bucky to take charge.

He knew what you needed, and you knew he’d give it to you, you just needed to wait for him to start your post-mission ritual.

His head was turned to the side, and you knew he was listening to make sure everyone had left and they were all distracted. That super-soldier hearing had saved you on more than one occasion—both from getting hurt in the field and getting caught in a compromising position in the tower.

You were trying so hard to be patient, trying to stamp out the hectic, fizzling energy racing through your body, that you nearly missed the flicker of a smile on Bucky’s face. It made your heart leap in your chest as your limbs stilled with anticipation.

“Get over here, doll.”

Bucky’s gruff, rumbling words cut through the frenetic energy racing through your body, making you pay attention to him. He sounded weary, but commanding, like a man who’d had a long day and knew he would be obeyed.

At the tone of his voice, you felt a cool, calming sensation cascade down from the crown of your head to your shoulders, loosening your muscles and settling something inside you. Your knee stopped bouncing and your hand fell from your mouth.

You stood on steady legs and took deliberate steps toward Bucky. Your eyes were fixed on the handsome super-soldier, who stared back at you, intensity simmering in his bright blue gaze.

The metallic sound of Bucky’s zipper sent a delicious shiver down your spine, warmth sinking deeper into your core and calming you even further. Your eyes drifted down to Bucky’s lap, and you watched as he pulled his cock free from his pants.

He wasn’t hard yet, but his cock was already thickening, blood rushing to the shaft as Bucky watched you approach. He laid his cock against the coarse, black fabric still covering his thighs, leaving it there like a treat that was only for you.

Eager excitement swirled in your belly and saliva gathered in you mouth as you anticipated what was coming—how Bucky’s velvet-soft skin would feel on your tongue, how the flavor of him would fill your mouth with salt and musk, how his smell would fill your senses, blotting out everything else until there was only him.

Your eyes were a little hazy with lust as you sank to your knees between Bucky’s spread legs, your hands resting on his thick, muscled thighs for balance. There, you waited, staring up into your handsome super-soldier’s face.

A small smile curved his mouth, which was tucked deep into the thick scruff covering his cheeks and jaw. He brushed his fingers affectionately over your cheek and you leaned into the reverent touch with a happy hum.

“You’re sure this is what you want, baby?” he asked softly, his voice so gentle it warmed your heart.

You practically purred as you nuzzled into Bucky’s hand, closing your eyes and savoring his warmth as you gave his words the consideration you knew he expected.

You took stock of yourself—you’d stopped fidgeting, and your anxious thoughts had stopped racing. You were excited for what you were about to do. You wanted to do it.

So you found Bucky’s gaze and smiled up at him. “I’m sure, Bucky,” you said in your own soft, admiring tone. “I want this, please.” You stared up at him with wide, pleading eyes, and after a moment of searching your face, he relented.

Bucky ducked forward, pressing a brief, firm kiss to your smiling lips, and then he sat back. He sank deep into the couch he was sitting on, extending his arms along the back, looking every bit like the commanding super-soldier he was in these moments.

For a second, he just sat there, staring down at you with lust shimmering in his eyes while you knelt at his feet. Your hands still rested on his thighs, but they didn’t dare slide closer to where you wanted to touch him.

Instead, you waited patiently for Bucky to give you permission to do what you so desperately wanted—what you needed to finally, fully quell the leftover energy in your body.

“Play with it.”

A sharp exhale of relief escaped your lips and you took a moment to revel in the way that command made you feel—calm, steady, powerful. Then you were leaning forward and pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of Bucky’s cock.

It jumped at your touch, making you giggle softly, and you wrapped your fingers around the stiffening length, brushing more butterfly kisses around the head. Bucky grunted and settled deeper into the couch, his blue eyes blazing as he watched you.

A playful smirk curved your lips as you lifted Bucky’s cock so you could lick a long, teasingly slow path up the underside, wringing another grunt from your super-soldier. You stroked him lightly in your hand, brushing wet, open-mouthed kisses along his shaft as he hardened in your grasp.

While you kept playing with Bucky’s cock, you reached into his pants and cupped his balls, enjoying the heaviness against your fingers. Kissing your way down his length, you buried your face under the base of his cock, taking a deep breath until his musky scent filled your head.

You felt like you were floating, giving yourself over to instinct and letting your body take over. Your lips wrapped around Bucky’s balls, suckling on him gently while you licked the salty taste of him from his soft, paper-thin skin.

Above you, Bucky groaned, the sound so deep and dripping with pleasure, it sent tingles of delight dancing down your spine. They settled heavily between your thighs, and you could feel your slit growing damp, but you pressed your legs tightly closed and focused on your super-soldier.

By the time Bucky’s balls were covered in your drooling spit, his cock was fully hard and ready for you to truly play with him. You turned your face, your lips mouthing at the base and your tongue eagerly lapping up the musky flavor of him, reveling in just how good he tasted.

Your hand idly stroked Bucky’s length while you made out with the base of his cock, and when you felt the first dribble of his precum, you kissed and licked your way up the shaft. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you moaned at the taste of his salty come, already excited for when he’d spill in your mouth.

Bucky gave an answering grunt when he felt the vibrations from your mouth reverberate down his dick. His hips lifted slightly off the couch, his cock pushing a little deeper into your mouth, before he got control of himself and settled back down into the cushions.

Muffling a quiet snicker around his cock, you looked up at Bucky, wanting to see how undone he already was. Warm pride spread through your chest at the expression on his face.

Bucky’s handsome features were drawn, the corners of his mouth twisted down in a grimace of pleasure, and his blue eyes burned into yours with the intensity of his desire. The edge of his scruffy jaw was ticking, like he was barely holding on to his control.

That expression only made you want to play with him some more. So you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, keeping your wide eyes fixed on his face. Then, you smacked the head of Bucky’s cock on your tongue a few times.

The super-soldier’s eyes darkened, and the veins in his neck stood out in stark relief as he groaned like you were torturing him. You almost snickered again, but the blazing heat in Bucky’s eyes spurred you on to keep teasing him.

Your lips closed around the tip of his cock and you pulled him into your warm mouth, sucking on the head while you stroked his length slowly. You pulled off him with a quiet pop, and pressed kisses along his shaft while you stared up at your super-soldier, loving the way he watched you so intently.

“Good girl,” Bucky grunted, his fingers brushing reverently over the apple of your cheek while you smiled against his cock. “Worship your sergeant, doll—show me how much you adore being a good girl for me by worshipping my fucking cock.”

“Mm, yes sir,” you purred, shooting Bucky a playful smirk before you stuck out your tongue and traced the veins of his shaft down to the base.

He grunted, his fingers flexing against your jaw, and you could feel him fighting to remain in control, to allow you to play with him and worship him like he’d asked. It made you want to push him, to see if he’d snap—even though experience told you he wouldn’t.

Tipping your face up to look at your super-soldier, you nuzzled your soft cheek against his cock, letting him see the way your eyes glazed over. You knew the dumb look on your face made Bucky feral, and you were rewarded with a low growl in his chest.

“God, I love your cock so much,” you simpered, putting just a hint of a pouty whine into your voice that you knew drove Bucky wild. “Wanna suck your cock every day, sergeant—wanna worship your cock until I’m a mindless little sucktoy all for you.”

Bucky chuckled above you, but you could hear the strain in it and feel the tension building in his body. You could feel the way you were winding him up with your dirty words and adoring mouth by the way his thighs tensed beside your head.

Your super-soldier’s hand shifted from your jaw and settled on the crown of your head, gently pushing your face deeper into his lap. His movements were still so controlled, but you could feel him breaking, just a little.

“Don’t forget my balls, baby,” Bucky rumbled, his voice a little breathless as his chest heaved with rough breaths. “Ya gotta worship those too.”

With a happy hum of agreement, you let Bucky guide your mouth to his balls, taking over when your lips brushed against the soft skin covering his sac, lapping at him with your tongue.

His taste and smell filled your senses again, you moaned wantonly, wanting Bucky to know how much you enjoyed worshipping his balls. You also loved the way he grunted above you, his hand tightening on your head while he held himself back from pushing your face deeper into him.

Eagerly, you licked and sucked on Bucky’s balls, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage and suckling on him. He tasted like pure man—pure Bucky—and it made you go a little cross-eyed, another moan reverberating through your full mouth.

“That’s a gooood girl,” Bucky praised, petting your head while you worshipped his balls. “Such a good girl for your sergeant.”

When you glanced up, you found him watching you, and the desire darkening his eyes sent a bolt of pleasure down your spine. His cheeks above the dark scruff were flushed a deep pink, and his mouth was curved into a satisfied smile that made you want to be even better for your super-soldier.

You held Bucky’s gaze while you licked and kissed and mouthed at his balls, showing him just how much you adored him. His eyes never left yours, his expression reflecting so much pride and lust, it brought a small smile to your face.

Bucky’s fingers traced the curve of your cheek, brushing the edge of your smile, before he gently grabbed your chin and pulled you away.

His balls fell from your lips and you pouted, sitting back on your heels and staring up at him expectantly.

“Ready to suck my cock, doll?” he asked, a knowing smirk on his face.

You didn’t have to think long about Bucky’s question, it was what you’d wanted all along—you wanted to bring him pleasure and you were excited to do it. So you nodded eagerly up at Bucky and chirped, “Yes, sir.”

“Ask nicely,” Bucky rumbled in a serious tone, the edges of his mouth fluttering like he was holding back a smile.

He looked so handsome in that moment, trying to maintain a stern expression with bits of his soft brown hair falling into his eyes, which were sparkling with lust and affection all for you. A happy smile spread across your face and you bounced a little on your knees.

“May I please suck your cock, sergeant?” you asked in your sweetest voice, staring up at your super-soldier with wide, pleading eyes and your lips plumped up in a pout. That expression always worked on him.

Bucky’s big hand cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping over your slightly swollen lower lip, catching some of the saliva that had pooled in the corner of your mouth. He smeared it into the skin of your cheek, his eyes darkening further as he watched.

“I can’t decide if this if my favorite part,” he began, his eyes raking greedily over your pleading expression while you whined pitifully. “Or the part when my cock is buried deep in your throat and your pretty face is a mess with tears and drool while you choke on it.”

A shiver raced down your spine, making your pussy pulse between your thighs while your shoulders trembled. Your eyes closed for a brief moment, your mind basking in Bucky’s filthy words, before they snapped open and you looked up at your super-soldier.

“Bucky,” you whined sharply, shifting excitedly on your knees while you rubbed your cheek against his calloused palm. He looked so intimidating, looming over you in his all-black superhero suit, which made you all the more eager to please him. “Please, sergeant, may I suck your cock—I wanna be a good girl and suck your cock, please.”

For a moment, Bucky remained unmoved by your begging, then a wolfish grin stole across his handsome face. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

Instinctively, your lips wrapped around his thick finger, and you sucked gently on it, tasting the salt of his skin and the leather from his gun holster.

Your eyes went hooded and hazy, your head bobbing gently as you took Bucky’s thumb deeper, sucking on him like you would his cock.

Bucky’s grin widened and he petted your head soothingly with his other hand. “You’re such a good suckdoll aren’t you, baby?” he asked, his voice equal parts mocking and affectionate. “Such a pretty, perfect suckpuppet for your sergeant, huh?”

With his thumb still in your mouth, you nodded as best you could, sucking on him harder and bobbing your head faster, showing him how you wanted to worship his cock. When you hummed around him, Bucky grunted and pulled his thumb from your mouth.

Your lips made a soft popping sound, and drool dribbled down your chin, but you didn’t move to wipe it away. You frowned up at your super-soldier, put out that he’d taken his thumb away.

“Don’t pout, baby, I’m about to give you what you want,” Bucky cooed, cupping your face and swiping his slick thumb over your cheek, rubbing your saliva into your skin.

The two of you lingered in that moment, Bucky’s eyes meeting yours in a silent question, checking in with you. When you smiled up at him, encouraging him to continue, he tipped your face up and dropped a claiming kiss on your lips that had your heart thumping harder in your chest.

Then Bucky was leaning back into the couch and lifting his hips, pushing his cock toward your face before settling back down. “Go on, doll, suck my cock.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Sliding your fingers around the thick base of Bucky’s cock, you brought him to your lips, feeling the heavy weight of him on your tongue as you sucked him into your mouth. Above you, Bucky groaned deeply, his hand going back to your head and petting you absently while you took him inside your warm, slick mouth.

He was hard and thick and the salty taste of his cock was so delicious, you felt saliva pooling beneath your tongue, making the slide of him in and out of your mouth even easier. You moaned around him, enjoying the way he twitched and leaked more precum into the back of your throat.

It didn’t take long before you lost yourself in the rhythm of bobbing on Bucky’s hard length, letting your mind go entirely blank as you gave yourself over to the physical act of sucking your super-soldier’s cock. All the post-mission anxiety was soothed, the leftover energy channeled into pleasing your sergeant.

This was exactly what you needed to settle down after a mission, and you were grateful Bucky understood, that he happily joined you in your post-mission ritual.

The fingers of his free hand tangled with yours, where your hand lay on his thigh, and he gave you a reassuring squeeze, keeping you grounded in the moment.

Gradually, you pushed yourself to take more of Bucky’s cock.

With every stroke into your mouth, you felt him bully against the back of your throat, and you fought to take him deeper. You choked and gagged on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks and drool dripping down your chin, but you were relentless.

Finally, you managed to get Bucky all the way inside your throat, your lips circling the base of his cock and your chin resting against his drool-soaked balls.

There, with your super-soldier buried fully in your mouth, you exhaled a soft sigh of relief.

You didn’t know why taking him in your throat felt so good, you just knew it settled something deep in your mind, so you stayed like that for a long moment while Bucky soothingly stroked your cheek.

“God, baby,” Bucky groaned, a hitch in his breath, drawing you out of your daze.

You shifted, tipping your face up to look at him and blinking to clear your vision. He helped you, brushing the tears from your eyes while you stared up at him with all the adoration you felt written plainly on your face.

“You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your throat,” Bucky cooed down at you, his fingers trailing through the mess on your face, rubbing your spit and tears into your skin. “I could stare at you like this all night.”

A soft whine worked its way up your throat, making your muscles squeeze around Bucky’s cock, wringing a pleasured grunt from the super-soldier. He laughed even as his chest heaved from the pleasure of his cock in your throat.

“Don’t worry, doll, I won’t make you warm my cock all night,” he promised, stroking your cheek reverently before he sat back into the couch. “You go ahead and suck—make me come whenever you’re ready, baby.”

There was affection and exhaustion in Bucky’s voice as he settled into the couch cushions, and you felt your own weariness beginning to seep into your bones. You knew you were both reaching the limits of your post-mission adrenaline.

So you got back to work, bobbing your head on Bucky’s cock and sucking him off, using the hand not tangled with his to cup his balls and squeeze him gently. You knew your super-soldier well enough to know what he liked, so you gave him exactly that.

“Fuck, ‘m close, baby,” Bucky grunted after a little while, his free hand resting on your head and guiding you to the pace he wanted. He started fucking your mouth, his control unravelling quickly as he used your mouth for his own pleasure.

You let him take control, your eyes slipping closed for a moment while you reveled in the feeling of your super-soldier using your mouth like his own personal sucktoy. But you opened them again when Bucky grunted loudly, wanting to watch your sergeant lose himself.

Bucky’s handsome face was twisted with pleasure, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim room as he chased his release in your mouth. He looked fearsome and beautiful, and all you felt was gratitude that his cock was in your mouth and he was using you to get off.

Before your super-soldier succumbed to his pleasure, Bucky caught your eye, and growled, “When I come, you hold it all in your mouth, y’hear?”

Quickly, you hummed your agreement around his cock, squeezing his fingers for good measure, so you knew he understood. He let out another grunt, then shoved your face into his lap, his hips rising up off the couch as he fucked your mouth harder.

You wrapped your lips tightly around Bucky’s cock, sucking hard on him while he rutted against your face He used you like a perfect little suckdoll, grunting and groaning his pleasure above you until he finally went still.

With a vicious growl, Bucky came, his cock throbbing between your lips. At the last second, he pulled your head back until only the tip of his hard length remained in your mouth.

You felt the first rope of his come shoot onto your tongue, and you tipped your face up, watching the pleasure and relief soften Bucky’s handsome face. He groaned loudly, his hips bucking, shallowly fucking your mouth while he was lost to his release.

You stroked him through it all, feeling his cock throbbing and twitching beneath your fingers as you focused on not swallowing. Instead, you let his come fill up your mouth, until some of it was leaking and dribbling out of the corners, joining the mess on your face.

When Bucky was done, he carefully pulled his softening cock from your lips, his eyes watching your face intently. His big hand cupped your jaw and he tipped your face up, his big body looming over you as his eyes narrowed on your tightly closed mouth.

“Open up, doll, let me see,” Bucky rumbled, his tone dark and commanding in a way that sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

Obediently, you opened your mouth wide, showing the way his come had pooled on your tongue and in the back of your throat. You struggled not to swallow, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, which Bucky sweetly brushed from your cheeks.

Your super-soldier stared down at you with so much pride and affection shining in his eyes, your heart warmed in your chest and you squirmed happily on your knees. The corners of your mouth turned up in the closest thing to a smile as you could manage and you waited for Bucky’s next order.

“Good girl,” he praised, bending down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He waited until he’d straightened up and could watch before saying, “Now, swallow.”

Your smile widened as you pressed your lips closed, and you gave a happy hum as you swallowed his come, the warmth of satisfaction filling your belly.

Before you could properly savor the taste of him, though, Bucky was scooping you up off the floor and hauling you into his lap, giving your knees a reprieve while he tucked you in against his chest.

“You did so good, baby,” Bucky cooed, peppering your face with kisses, his scruff teasing your skin and making you giggle softly.

All the while, his fingers carefully wiped the drool, tears and come from your face, cleaning you up until his need to take care of you was somewhat appeased. Then he pulled back, his blue eyes soft as they searched yours.

“D’you feel better now?”

A serene smile spread across your face as you took stock of your body. The excess energy from after the mission was long gone, and all you felt was a happy sense of satisfaction.

“Yeah,” you murmured, your nails raking through the scruff on the underside of Bucky’s jaw, tugging him forward until your mouths collided.

He kissed you, deep and thorough, grunting when he tasted himself on your tongue. Your super-solider licked into your mouth, cleaning up all traces of his come as you kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed.

Eventually, Bucky eased his mouth from yours, and the two of you sat with your foreheads pressed together, your hearts settling into a steady, relaxed rhythm.

In that moment, you felt perfectly connected to your super-soldier and you didn’t want it to end—but then you yawned.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Bucky asked in a low, rumbly voice that sent butterflies fluttering in your belly. He squeezed you tight in his arms. “I wanna take care of my girl—show you how much I appreciate you.”

With a soft laugh, you pulled back and cupped Bucky’s face in your hands, looking at him for a short minute.

He looked a little lighter than he had during the post-mission debrief, some of the stress and strain gone from his expression. His eyes were brighter and his mouth was quicker to smile, which had an answering grin playing on your lips.

You were glad your post-mission ritual had as positive of an effect on him as it did on you, and since you’d burned off your excess energy, you were happy to let him take care of you for the rest of the night. The two of you could wind down together before getting some rest.

“Yeah, Buck, let’s go,” you murmured, then leaned in and captured his lips in a sweet kiss that was too-brief for your liking.

Bucky pulled away before you could drag him into another long make out session, helping you to stand then lacing his fingers through yours. You held your super-soldier’s hand as the two of you walked to his room in New Avengers Tower.

There, you helped each other strip out of your superhero suits and took a shower, with Bucky insisting on washing you first before you could do the same to him. After he dried you off and tugged one of his t-shirts over your head, he led you to his bed.

Your super-soldier laid you down in the thick, warm blankets of his bed and pressed a kiss to your lips before he slid down your body, using his broad shoulders to spread your legs wide while he settled between your thighs.

Bucky took his turn worshipping your body, which lasted well into the night. He used his lips and tongue and teeth to wring one release after the other from your body until you were shaking and crying and begging him to stop. Only when your fingers fisted in his hair and you tugged on him hard enough to hurt did he finally relent.

Sated and spent, you curled up in your super-soldier’s arms, feeling perfectly calm and safe as you fell asleep listening to the steady rhythm of Bucky Barnes’ heart beating alongside yours.

Then, finally, your post-mission ritual was complete.

thank you for reading!! comments and reblogs are always appreciated ♡

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malum-af-cth · 1 month ago

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Hold You Tight Masterlist

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Fic Warnings: DARK AU, noncon/dubcon, stalking, coercion, threats, gaslighting, inner turmoil, violence, creepy and unhinged behavior, flashback, possessiveness, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

Fic Status: Ongoing with tentative updates every other Sunday.

A/N: Club owner!Bucky obsessed with you wouldn't leave my brain and now we have this! Hope you lovelies enjoy! ❤️ Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo and divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

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Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Bucky's story so far in MCU

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malum-af-cth · 1 month ago

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Dean Winchester coded.

"I cannot believe you."

"Can you not scold me when I'm in the middle of saving your life? It's a little ungrateful."

"Ungrateful?"

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malum-af-cth · 1 month ago

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I need to have the movies paralleled with this & then re read it & be ripped a part even more.

EXILED NOMAD SERIES

a series of encounters that could have happened between Civil War and Infinity War

Steve doesn't regret going against the The Sokovia Accords. He never would have signed them, he had to be there for Bucky, and together they had to stop Zemo. He doesn't regret anything, but he's not happy that he and some of his closest friends are on the run from 117 116 of the governments of the world. It eats at him. That festering wound leaves a Nomad who's not the Steve he used to be.

And it's this exiled Nomad Steve Rogers you cross paths with.

Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings] SOFT DARK STORY, explicit smut, rough sex, emotionally damaged Steve, lonely reader

SERIES: ↠ July 3, 2017: When He First Got Me (Steve POV) ↠ July 4, 2017: You Should've Seen Him ↠ September 28, 2017: Pull the String ↠ September 28, 2017, around midnight: Put Me Back on My Shelf ↠ January 2, 2018: Danger in the Heat of my Touch ↠ February 10, 2018: Just Say When ↠ March 10, 2018: It Fit Too Right ↠ March 21, 2018: Puzzle Pieces in the Dead of Night ↠ April 30, 2018: I Felt More When We Played Pretend ↠ May 21, 2018: For Keeps This Time ↠ more coming soon

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Cedar Trees

a collection of Royal AU stories centered around a King Steve Rogers and Queen!Reader

You came into this betrothal to Steve Rogers, King of York, with no illusions to the situation – yours was a marriage to ensure the continuation of many generations of alliance and peace between your respective kingdoms. It was your duty as the second-born. Very early, however, you learn what your royal union truly means to you both, and it's more than either of you expect.

Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings] politically arranged marriage, reluctant pining, SMUT (rough fucking and fluffy and intimate sexual situations)

AUTHOR NOTE: The setting for this is a semi-Georgian era in a loose version of a North America based in no reality, only aesthetic and general royal protocols of the time.

ADDITIONALLY: I actively and eagerly accept questions about this AU as well as requests - asks I can get to fairly quickly, requests may take me longer. I know their general story, but I have no agenda for a plot for them, so I'm willing to fulfill requests based on what people would like to see in this couple's story.

ORIGINAL FOUNDATION PIECE: Fire Burning From a Cedar Tree

Release Order:

Fire Burning From a Cedar Tree [3.4k]

The Thrill of Knowing How Alone We Are [1.2k]

Winter Solstice (response to an ask)

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts [1.3k]

A Shift in the Morning Routine [1.1k]

Love That's Laid Beside Me [5k]

The Silence of the Hushed Sublime [4.8k]

Chronological Order:

The Thrill of Knowing How Alone We Are

Fire Burning From a Cedar Tree

A Shift in the Morning Routine

Winter Solstice (an ask that plays into their narrative)

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts

Love That's Laid Beside Me

The Silence of the Hushed Sublime [4.8k]

Extras:

what if Cedar Trees was also an omegaverse?

ask re: kinks and physical intimacy

Resources:

Collection Cover by me

Divider by @firefly-graphics / #evansyhelp

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It's the first week of Hot Bucky Summer 2025!

I've got quite a few Bucky iterations that I've written (Bucky Barnes Collection) and a couple that I've talked about...

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malum-af-cth · 1 month ago

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Oh I am CRAVING more of this one!!!

property of j.b.barnes

pairing: ex-stepdad!ceo!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you're struggling to make rent so you attend your former stepfather's new year's eve party in desperate need of the yearly check he gives you. however, you start to see your ex-stepdad in a new light, and the night takes a turn you don't expect when he learns of the trouble you're in and insists on helping you.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), close enough to stepcest that i'm tagging it, age gap (ages aren't specified but reader was an adult when she first met bucky and he's established as older), sugar daddy vibes, smut, piv sex, unprotected/risky sex, consensual 'just the tip' trope, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), cock worship, fingering (f receiving), begging, teasing, orgasm delay, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (sweet pea, baby), consent checks, aftercare, fluff, possessive behavior, financial angst

word count: 12.3k

a/n: it's finally here!!! i've been working on this fic, off and on, for over a month so i'm excited to finally post it!!! it's been so long i don't even remember where this idea came from, but i know i was toying with making it much darker, but honestly i'm shit at writing dark fics or dark mmcs. i just want to write all my favorite men as soft daddies, so you're getting soft ex-stepdad!daddy bucky. there's quite an emotional ride in this one (it reminds me of my ceo!ari fic always keep my heart safe), but also plenty of smut, so enjoy!! 😅

Bucky Barnes’ New Year’s Eve parties were legendary in New York City—the thing of gossip whispered around New Year’s Day brunches in all the most expensive penthouses and the most upscale restaurants. It was an intimidating event to walk into alone, and you forced yourself to focus on the white marble event hall bedecked in warm lights and classy decorations instead of the wild palpitations of your heart in your chest.

It was your first time attending one of Bucky’s New Year’s Eve parties on your own and you felt more than a little out of place as you descended the marble staircase into the crowd. The hall was filled with the wealthiest and most important people in New York City, and you were neither. Your hand ran lightly along the marble bannister, your eyes roaming the crowd for the man responsible for the most high-class events you’d ever been invited to attend.

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was one of New York’s wealthiest and most important people as the CEO of a major company, and he’d been your stepfather for a very short time more than five years prior. Despite how short-lived his marriage to your mother had been, he’d never failed to invite you and a plus one to his New Year’s Eve parties, where he’d say hello, exchange pleasantries, then slip you a generous check before leaving you and your date alone for the rest of the night.

You’d always assumed Bucky subscribed to the Mel Horowitz school of thinking—that he may have divorced your mother in record time, but he still felt some kind of obligation to you. It didn’t seem to matter that you were fully grown when Bucky had met your mother, or that you’d only ever seen him at the wedding and his New Year’s Eve parties, he and his money had become an unexpected fixture in your life. One that you were especially grateful for that year.

You and your long-term partner—the one who had joined you in attending all of Bucky’s past New Year’s Eve parties that you’d been invited to—had split up in the spring, and in your desperation to get out of your shared apartment, you’d moved into a one-bedroom you couldn’t really afford. All throughout the year, you’d been dipping into the savings account where you’d deposited all of Bucky’s checks, using the money he’d given you for your birthday or the holidays or whatever they were for to pay for the roof over your head.

But your account was dwindling fast, and you’d signed a two-year lease so you were stuck. Unfortunately, your mother was no help since she was off living a new life with a new husband in California, and rarely bothered to return your calls. To make matters worse, your apartment was too small to take on a roommate, at least not until you were forced to choose between living with some stranger and giving up your home. You didn’t like admitting it to yourself, but you desperately needed Bucky’s check.

So you’d put on your nicest dress, a little black thing that your previous partner had never appreciated enough, and mustered up the courage to go to Bucky’s New Year’s Eve party on your own. Your plan was to find Bucky, make the requisite chitchat, pretend to look more pleasantly surprised than painfully desperate when he handed you the check, have a glass of champagne and leave as quickly as possible. It occurred to you that it was a little uncouth to rely so much on your ex-stepdad’s generosity, but Bucky seemed like your best option, if not your only option.

As you went over your plan for the night again in your head, you squared your shoulders and held your chin higher than you felt you deserved as you walked down the white marble staircase, fingers gliding along the bannister as you overlooked the event hall. Your eyes scanned the already large crowd as you descended, the fingers of your other hand gripping your clutch purse tightly as you attempted to hide the ever-thrumming panic and anxiety that curdled in your gut and had your heart beating erratically in your chest.

For the first time since you’d broken up with your ex, you almost wished they were with you, just so you had someone to lean on, someone to help you feel a little steadier in your heels. Not that your ex had been such a supportive partner at Bucky’s parties. They’d almost always gorged themselves on the expensive food and drinks, often getting too drunk before midnight so you typically spent the ball drop in a cab somewhere between Manhattan and Brooklyn.

A loud, booming laugh sounded from a group of sharp-dressed men by the bar, drawing your attention out of your thoughts. Your eyes found Bucky in the middle of the crowd, his head tipped back as he made that warm laugh that filled the hall and made something warm bloom deep within your body. You almost missed a step as you got your first look at your ex-stepdad in a year.

You’d always known Bucky was handsome, but you’d never really seen it before. He’d grown out his brown hair in the last year, and it was slicked back and tied into a low bun at the back of his head, a couple strands of hair tucked neatly behind his ears. His dark stubble that was almost long enough to be a beard drew attention to the strong, angular line of his jaw and the contrasting softness of his lips. He wore a charcoal suit with a lighter dove gray shirt and matching tie that showed off his wealth and piercing blue eyes in equal measure.

You’d never thought of your ex-stepdad as attractive—he was your ex-stepdad after all—but for a brief moment your mind was flooded with the overwhelming need to have those beautifully intense eyes focused on you. You wanted to see what they’d look like darkening with lust as he prowled toward you in his expensive suit. You imagined what it would feel like to press your naked body up against his hard body in that luxe suit, to lower yourself to your knees and nuzzle your cheek against his bulge. God, you wanted Bucky more in that moment than you wanted your next breath.

But then the oxygen of your next breath flooded your brain and you snapped yourself out of those thoughts. He had been your stepdad for fuck’s sake. You couldn’t be having such filthy thoughts about the man, no matter how ancient the history between him and your mother was. Still, you couldn’t deny the throbbing, pulsing heat that had bloomed between your thighs, no matter how much you tried to will it away.

The clicking of your heels on the marble stairs reminded you of where you were and that you shouldn’t be having an internal war over your inappropriate feelings for your ex-stepfather. So you gave yourself a firm shake and smoothed out your expression, locking away your scandalous thoughts as you finally got to the bottom of the stairs and joined the party.

You’d already checked your coat in the lobby so the warmth of the room was pleasant as you maneuvered through the crowd of New York City’s elite, headed toward where you’d seen Bucky. While you were still quite a few feet away, he looked in your direction and your gazes collided. Your heart gave a treacherous thump and you sucked in a sharp breath, getting slightly lost in the beautiful blue of Bucky’s eyes.

So enraptured by his gaze, you could see the way he reacted to your approach. Instead of glancing at you briefly with polite interest, Bucky’s eyes sharpened on you, taking in your slightly dazed smile before sliding down your body to see the little black dress you were wearing. The garment suddenly felt a little indecent to be wearing around your ex-stepdad, with its plunging neckline and too-short hem, but when Bucky’s gaze returned to yours and he gave you a little smirk of appreciation, your heart soared at the same time that a delicious shiver raced down your spine.

“There’s my girl,” Bucky rumbled affectionately once you were close enough, his blue eyes sparkling as they held your gaze.

Caught off guard by the way his words made your heart flutter, warmth curling through your body, you stumbled a little in your heels. For a moment, you thought he might be talking about someone else, despite looking directly at you, but then his arms opened and you were falling against Bucky’s broad chest, your arms wrapping instinctively around his trim waist.

“I’m so glad you could make it, sweet pea,” he murmured in your ear before ducking down and brushing a kiss to your cheek. His scruff rasped deliciously over your soft skin and you trembled slightly in his arms, biting your lip against a pathetic whimper.

Forcing yourself to pull away and straighten your shoulders, you gave Bucky a shy smile. “Thank you for inviting me,” you said, relying on your manners to make you seem like you weren’t enjoying Bucky’s hug far more than you should. Your heart was racing in your chest and you were trying not to think too hard about the nickname he’d called you, liking it way too much. You tried to keep your expression politely blank as you said, “Happy new year’s, Mr. Barnes.”

“Please, call me Bucky,” he said good-naturedly, staring down at you fondly. “And happy new year’s to you, too.” His hand not holding his glass of amber liquid had lingered to rest on your hip and he gave you a reassuring squeeze that had the corners of your lips pulling up in a bigger smile. Then Bucky made a show of looking around you before giving you an exaggerated look of confusion. “Where’s your date this year?” he asked, wolfish teasing in his tone.

You couldn’t help but smile at his antics even if they were a little corny, and shook your head as the reminder of your breakup and the situation you were in dampened your expression. “No date,” you said, dropping your eyes to Bucky’s shoulder, staring at the textured material of his charcoal suit. “We split up in the spring.”

Bucky’s big hand rubbed your hip soothingly, using a finger from his other hand to tip your chin up so he could look you in the eye. His gaze was filled with sympathy and concern, and your heart lurched at the feeling of someone caring for you—it had been so long since someone had cared about your wellbeing and you wanted to hold onto it so desperately.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweet pea,” Bucky rumbled, his voice low, just for your ears. His hand squeezed your hip and you swayed into his warmth, wanting to take every bit of comfort he was offering. “But I’m sure you’re better off without them.”

A scoff lodged in your throat and you dropped your eyes, scared that Bucky would be able to tell just how dire your financial situation had become in the wake of your breakup. Sure, maybe you were better off without the relationship that had no longer made you or your ex happy, but it was much harder to live by yourself in New York City. Still, you didn’t want your ex-stepdad to know about your financial troubles so you just mumbled, “Sure, of course.”

Bucky didn’t seem happy with your response—when you glanced up at him, his eyes were watching you sharply and his expression was shrewd—but he let the subject drop. Turning to the bar, Bucky grabbed a glass of champagne that had materialized seemingly the moment he’d desired it, and handed it to you.

“Well, it’s a party, sweet pea,” he said, clinking your glass with his before taking a sip. His blue eyes were sparkling again, and he looked the part of the life of the party with his wolfish grin and debonair appearance. “Drink up and stick with me,” he said, nodding to your glass before giving you a wink. “I’ll make sure you have fun.”

Obediently, you sipped the champagne, humming in pleasure as the bubbles and tart taste of the drink burst on your tongue. But then the full weight of Bucky’s words sank in and you turned to look up at him, a little frown pulling at the edges of your mouth.

“Oh no, you don’t need to do that, Mr. B—Bucky,” you said, trying to decline his offer of escorting you around the party. Not only did it fly in the face of your original plan to get in and get out as quickly as possible, but you weren’t sure you trusted yourself to be around your ex-stepdad for so long. Given the way you’d reacted to a simple hug from him, you worried about what you’d do if you stayed longer, especially after a few glasses of champagne. “I’ll be fine on my own, and you have to spend time with your guests.”

“Nonsense,” Bucky said, shaking his head and tucking you into his side. His arm banded around your lower back, holding you pressed to his firm body. “I won’t be able to enjoy myself if I know my girl is all alone.” His big hand rested on your hip and he gave you a squeeze that felt both comforting and possessive.

You couldn’t help but relax into Bucky’s hold, enjoying the protectiveness in his sentiment and the stability of his big body pressed against yours. You knew it shouldn’t feel so good to be held by your ex-stepdad, but Bucky was insisting and who were you to make a fuss at his party. You told yourself you were only giving in because you still needed his money, but deep down, you knew you let Bucky whisk you through the crowded party simply because you wanted to.

As the night went on, Bucky proved to be an excellent escort, introducing you to all his friends and colleagues and keeping you engaged in the conversations he struck up with them. He prompted you to talk about your job until you were shyly admitting that you’d been promoted that year, which put a dazzling smile on Bucky’s face. He even got you to open up about the volunteer work you did at an animal rescue on the weekends. The more Bucky encouraged you, the more comfortable you felt—the more natural it felt to be on your ex-stepdad’s arm.

Bucky also made sure you always had a glass of champagne in your hands, so it wasn’t long before you started to feel a little tipsy, especially since you hadn’t eaten much that day. You’d planned on stuffing yourself with the hors d’oeuvres at the party since the food was always delicious, but instead the whirlwind of faces and conversations mixed with the alcohol and Bucky’s attention started making you feel a little dizzy.

You had a feeling Bucky would insist on escorting you away from the crowd, so you waited until he was wrapped up in a conversation with some of his old army buddies to excuse yourself to get some fresh air. Just as you’d expected, he was reluctant to let you go alone, concern creasing his brow, but his friends insisted you could take care of yourself and you waved him off with a smile.

Depositing your nearly empty champagne glass on the tray of a passing server, you wandered away from the party and down a marble hallway, finally finding a door that led to a private study. The room was a stark contrast to the cold marble of the New York City event hall, filled with dark wooden bookshelves that lined the walls from floor to ceiling save for the fireplace that held a crackling fire in its grate. There was a brown leather sofa situated close to the fireplace and a sturdy mahogany desk between the windows that looked out over a snowy courtyard.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of old books and the burning wood of the fire, and felt a pang of disappointment when you realized you’d left Bucky’s scent behind with him. He’d smelled warm and delicious, like expensive cologne, and you’d wanted to bury your face in his neck to breathe him in deeply. And then you’d wanted to linger there, pressed close to Bucky.

Shaking the thought from your head, you moved to the window and pressed your forehead to the cool glass. You used the chill wafting in from the cold December night to clear your mind of champagne bubbles and the memory of how Bucky’s eyes sparkled when he looked at you.

Before you could make much progress on convincing yourself to quash the burgeoning crush you were developing on your ex-stepdad, you heard the door to the room open and turned in time to see the man himself slip inside. Bucky’s gaze landed on you, his eyes lighting up, and he strode across the room, a concerned frown etched into his handsome face.

Your treacherous heart lept in your chest and your fingers actually tingled with the desire to reach for him. Instead, you kept your arms crossed over your chest, your fingers trapped against your body, and offered a shy smile to your ex-stepdad. But Bucky didn’t seem to have any qualms about touching you and once he was within reach, his hands settled on your hips, squeezing you gently before he brushed the backs of his fingers along your cool cheek.

“How’re you feeling, sweet pea?” he asked in a low rumble, his brows pulled low over his eyes in concern. He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb sweeping softly over your cheek while he stared deep into your eyes.

Without thinking, you nuzzled into Bucky’s palm, your lashes fluttering with contentment as you basked in the obvious care he was taking with you. There was something about the way Bucky treated you, the affection in his voice when he used your nickname, that made you feel so safe and warm in his arms. You wanted to hold onto that feeling as long as you could, even though you knew it was inappropriate to want anything of the kind from your ex-stepdad.

“I’m ok,” you whispered, unable to pull yourself away from Bucky despite knowing you should. Instead, your eyelids felt heavy and you let them slide closed as you leaned more heavily into Bucky’s touch. “Just a little tired is all.”

“Mm, these parties will do that to you,” Bucky murmured, guiding your head to rest against his chest. You went willingly, letting out a grateful sigh as you snuggled into Bucky’s broad chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne, a smile playing around the edges of your lips. “Do you wanna tell me what else has been bothering you tonight?” he asked quietly once he’d lulled you into melting against him, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back. “I know we don’t talk very much, but I can tell when something’s not right with my girl.”

Thoughts of your nearly empty savings and your pitiful bank account returned and all of a sudden you no longer felt like you were about to fall into a peaceful sleep while wrapped in Bucky’s arms. Your heart raced with anxiety and your whole body tensed. You pushed away from the warm, broad chest you’d been using as a pillow and stood on your own two feet.

Bucky let you push him away, his arms falling to his side, but he didn’t go far, crowding you into the bookshelf beside the window while you turned your shoulder to him. Your eyes focused on the snowy courtyard, noticing that some silvery flakes had begun to fall from the sky. You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, trying to hold yourself together even as you felt like your life was falling apart.

“Tell me what’s going on, sweet pea,” Bucky urged in a low growl, the steel of an order beneath his warm tone. “Tell me right now what’s going on with my girl or I’ll find out some other way.” He let his words, and those left unsaid, hang heavily in the silence of the study, the sounds of the party muffled by the walls of bookshelves and the heavy wooden door.

It struck you all over again just how much power Bucky had. He was one of the top CEOs in New York City, and probably the entire country, but you’d never really stopped to consider what that meant. Of course he’d be able to find out what was going on with you. It probably wouldn’t take him more than an hour to acquire what he needed to know about your lease and your salary, and then you knew Bucky would figure out immediately what was wrong.

Defeat hung heavily around your shoulders as tears sprang to your eyes. You buried your face in your hands as you took deep, gasping breaths trying to get ahold of yourself before you started crying. The weight of everything you’d been shouldering suddenly felt like it was going to break you and you had the surprising desire to pour out everything to your ex-stepdad. It was inevitable he’d find out anyway, so you figured you might as well tell him.

Still, it was difficult to find the right words to voice your greatest shame. For a long moment, all you could do was gasp for air while you barely held yourself together. When Bucky pressed a reassuring hand to your lower back, his other hand curling gently around your wrist to pry your hands away from your face, something inside you broke and you confessed everything to him.

“I can’t afford my apartment,” you whispered hoarsely, unshed tears clogging your throat. “It’s too expensive for my salary, and I don’t have anyone to help me.” Your voice broke and you pressed a hand to your mouth, holding back a sob as you blinked your eyes furiously, staring out the window as snow softly fell and blanketed the courtyard even further. “I’ve been using the money you’ve given me to keep myself afloat, but it’s running out.” You hung your head in shame, the miserable feeling of failure washing through you as you whispered the last of your confession. “I came tonight because I needed more of your money—I’m sorry, Bucky.”

“Oh sweet pea,” Bucky murmured on a deep exhale, his voice rumbling and pleasant and much too comforting. Then he was gathering you up in his arms, turning you to face him and tucking your head beneath his chin. He held you tightly for a moment as you struggled weakly in his hold, feeling like you didn’t deserve his comfort. When you settled, too tired of shouldering your responsibilities alone, he brushed a kiss to your forehead. “You should’ve told me you were struggling,” he said in a low voice, a little bit of hurt seeping into his tone. “I’ll always help you in any way I can—you’re my girl.”

You sniffled softly as a few tears leaked from your eyes and you brushed them away quickly. You didn’t want to admit to yourself how good it felt to hear Bucky call you his girl, especially after what you’d admitted, and you couldn’t help but protest in your own way. “You shouldn’t have to,” you mumbled, a little bitterly. “We’re not even family anymore.”

You would’ve thought Bucky would tense at your declaration, but instead he squeezed you tighter, like he wanted to reassure you. “You’re right, sweet pea, I’m not your stepfather anymore,” he said, stroking his hand up and down your spine comfortingly. Bucky shifted his head, his scruffy jaw brushing against your temple, his voice dropping lower and his tone turning entreating as he murmured in your ear. “But I’m still a man who wants to take care of you—won’t you let me?”

“Bucky,” you said on a sigh, squirming a little in his arms. Your body was a riot of emotions, shame and guilt warring with joy and hope and the low simmering lust that grew stronger the longer you were pressed against Bucky’s firm chest. Still, you forced yourself to say the words you knew you should. “I can’t—I can only take what you were going to give me this year.”

Bucky cut you off with a sharp, derisive sound. “Nonsense, sweet pea,” he bit out, his tone harsh but not unkind. “You’ll take as much money as I give you,” he said decisively, like it was the end of the conversation. You could hear a little bit of the successful CEO in Bucky’s voice, and you were forced to admit to yourself that you liked the bossy side of him.

Even still, you pushed back from Bucky’s chest enough to look up at him, taking in the determined expression on his face. You knew from the stubborn look in his blue eyes that you weren’t going to be able to talk your ex-stepdad down from giving you more than you’d expected, so you tried a different tact.

“How am I supposed to repay you, Bucky?” you asked, your eyes searching his face. “I can’t just take your money.” He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but you cut him off, your expression sharpening with your own stubborn determination. “I don’t want to be that girl,” you whispered fiercely, voicing your insecurities in front of the man who was quickly becoming your safe harbor. “The useless girl who can’t take care of herself.”

Bucky made a low sound of protest, one of his hands cupping your chin and bringing your faces close together so he could stare deeply into your eyes. “You’ll never be that girl,” Bucky vowed, his voice low but vehement, matching your own fierceness. “Accepting my help doesn’t make you that girl.”

He paused for a moment, making sure you heard what he was saying. More tears pooled in your eyes, but you blinked them away quickly, and nodded your understanding. Bucky made a humming sound of acknowledgement. Then, his expression softened.

“If it’ll make you feel better, how ‘bout you repay me with your company, sweet pea?” he asked, his mouth spreading across his face in a rakish grin. Your heart thumped in your chest and you were momentarily stunned by the handsomeness of the man who held you—it seemed impossible he was your ex-stepdad. “Keep an old man happy by spending some time with him.” His arm around your waist squeezed you tightly as he waited for a response.

“My company to keep you happy,” you murmured distractedly as your eyes were drawn to Bucky’s mouth and you wondered, not for the first time that evening, what it would feel like to have his soft lips pressed against your own. Though you were certain he hadn’t meant anything scandalous with his offer, you imagined all the things you could do to keep Bucky happy while you were in his company—things that entailed bending over his desk or straddling his lap or lowering yourself to your knees in front of him.

“Sweet pea,” Bucky growled, dragging your attention back to the moment. When you glanced up from his mouth, you found Bucky’s blue eyes darkened and narrowed on you. “I can see your filthy thoughts written all over your pretty face, but let me make myself clear.” His hand on your chin shifted, his palm pressed beneath your jaw and his fingers digging lightly into your cheeks. “I did not mean you should pay me back that way—and you will not do anything you don’t want, d’you hear me?” His expression was stern, making your heart flutter in your chest as something else fluttered deep in your core, desire igniting between your thighs.

“Yes, Bucky,” you answered quickly, your voice breathless with excitement. Your heart was pounding, your thighs squirming beneath your little black dress, wetness gathering between your folds, all because something was going to happen with Bucky. You knew it as surely as you knew midnight would ring in the new year. “I understand.” A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to stop yourself from beaming up at your ex-stepdad.

Bucky had no such reservations and his mouth pulled wide in a grin. Tightening his hand around your jaw, he held you still so he could watch his words wash over you. “Now, baby, why don’t you call me daddy,” he said, his deep, rumbling voice going straight to your core. “I think we both know a girl like you needs a daddy to take care of you.”

Wetness dripped from your throbbing slit and your hands gripped the lapels of Bucky’s suit jacket as your body blazed in response to what Bucky called himself. There was something so perfectly perverse about your ex-stepdad calling himself your daddy, and you found you loved it. Maybe it was dirty, but if it was, then Bucky was right there with you. And there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to let your daddy take care of you—and do every filthy thing to you that both of you could imagine.

“Yes, daddy,” you purred, your eyes heavy-lidded and your lips curving in a mischievous smile. Bucky’s eyes darkened even more, his gaze glittering in the light of the fire in the study’s grate. His smirk matched your smile and the two of you hung suspended in the moment, relishing the feeling of taking a step toward something in the realm of taboo. But what mattered most was that you were doing it together.

“Good girl, sweet pea,” Bucky cooed softly, breaking the moment by pressing a kiss to your nose and making you giggle quietly. His hand on your jaw and his arm around your waist gave you one last squeeze of reassurance before he stepped back, giving you the space to breathe and consider his next words. “Now, tell daddy how you wanna thank me for helping you, baby,” he said, his order softened by the charmingly encouraging smile he wore.

You took a deep breath, appreciating the moment of reprieve from the overwhelming lust that surged through your body whenever Bucky touched you. With his hands tucked safely in the pockets of his slacks, you were free to think, and think you certainly did. Your mind was flooded with every dirty fantasy you’d had that evening about your ex-stepdad, and a few new ones that would have to wait for another night. Of all the things you wanted to do with Bucky, one stood out in your mind.

With a smirk, you held Bucky’s gaze and slowly lowered yourself to your knees. There was a plush carpet covering the wooden floor of the study and it cushioned your legs as you kneeled before your ex-stepdad, staring up his taut and toned body. “What if I show you how I want to thank you, daddy?” you asked huskily, leaning forward and rubbing your cheek against the textured front of Bucky’s slacks, feeling his cock twitch in response.

“Christ,” Bucky bit out, closing his eyes for a moment, like he was engraving the sight of you on your knees for him in his memory. He opened them again almost instantly, his blue gaze burning into you as he cupped your face in both hands, his thumbs stroking gently over your cheeks. “If we do this, sweet pea, there’s no going back,” Bucky warned you, his voice rough and tortured, like he was giving you one last chance to get up and walk away but was praying you didn’t. “If we do this, you’re mine—mine alone. You’ll belong to me, baby, you’ll be mine.”

You waited for hesitance or reluctance to worm into your heart at Bucky’s possessive words, but you felt neither. All you felt was an eager excitement and a certainty that you were safe with Bucky. When you’d walked into his New Year’s Eve party, you’d known he was a powerful man and your former stepfather, but you’d never known he was caring and stubborn and genuinely fun to be around. Though you may not know him wholly, you knew enough that you couldn’t imagine giving yourself to anyone better. So your response came easily to your lips.

“I’m yours, Bucky,” you murmured, turning your head and kissing the inside of his wrist, just over his pulse. It was a promise and when you turned your eyes back to his, you knew he understood. “I want this—please, let me thank you for helping me, daddy,” you whispered softly, a pleading tone slipping into your voice.

Bucky’s expression was serious for another moment as he searched your eyes. Then he nodded once, decisively, like the matter was settled. The corner of his mouth flickered like he was fighting against a smile. “Alright then,” he said, his voice going deeper and rougher as he moved his hands away from your face to hold both sides of your head, petting you gently. “Take out daddy’s cock and show me just how much of an eager little suck slut my sweet pea can be.”

“Mm, yes sir, daddy,” you murmured distractedly, nuzzling Bucky’s bulge while your fingers worked his belt open, then his button and fly. Impatiently, you reached a hand beneath his black boxer briefs and drew out his cock, pressing your face into the underside and breathing deeply. A helpless little whimper slipped from your lips as you inhaled Bucky’s musk—the raw scent of him going straight to your brain and making you feel fuzzy and warm with desire.

“Fuck, baby, ‘m already leaking for you,” Bucky muttered, his fingers flexing against your head like he wanted to tighten his hold on you but restrained himself. As a reward, you pressed dainty little kisses to Bucky’s balls, sucking on them until he groaned like he was being tortured.

Pulling back, you got your first real good look at Bucky’s cock, and felt drool pool in your mouth at the sight of him. He was long and thick, curved in just the right way that you knew the tip of him would hit that special spot deep inside you. He was perfect, and you wasted no time murmuring as much while you peppered his length in butterfly kisses.

“So perfect, daddy,” you purred, slipping your tongue between your lips to trace the veins of Bucky’s cock. “The biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen.” You looked up, catching Bucky’s eye as you smiled in between kisses to his stiff dick. “I don’t know how you’re gonna fit this fat cock in my mouth, daddy, but I can’t wait to taste your come.”

“Lick the tip, baby,” Bucky rasped, a hint of desperation in his voice. His gleaming blue eyes watched you work your soft lips over every aching inch of his cock except the throbbing, leaking head. “Taste daddy’s precum, sweet pea, s’all for you.” His fingers flexed again against your head and you had to bite your lip against a giggle, loving how much you were driving him wild.

Still, you swiped your tongue obediently over the head of Bucky’s cock, moaning at the musky, salty taste of him. “Soo good, daddy,” you murmured before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking on his cock. Bucky groaned and you felt a little more precum dribble onto your tongue, making you hum happily. “God, I love your cock, daddy,” you confessed, staring up at Bucky with a hazy, happy smile on your face as you rubbed your lips up and down his stiff length. “Wanna spend hours on my knees sucking you off.”

Bucky groaned, closing his eyes briefly like your words were too much for him. “Is that what you want, sweet pea?” he growled, fixing you with a fierce stare. “You wanna worship daddy’s cock while I use your precious little mouth as my own personal cockwarmer?”

Your body thrummed in response, picturing yourself on your knees under Bucky’s desk, your cheek resting on his thigh while you suckled on his cock as he worked. You imagined him leaning back in his chair, fucking your mouth after a stressful call, and you sucking him off eagerly to help him relax. The idea was more appealing than you would’ve thought, and you bounced lightly on your heels in excitement, nodding eagerly up at Bucky.

“Yes, yes, please use my mouth—make me your cockwarmer, please daddy,” you begged, wrapping one of your hands around Bucky’s cock and pumping him in your fist. “I wanna be your desk slut, daddy,” you whined quietly, squirming on your knees as your desire ratcheted higher, until you had to press your thighs together to stifle the throbbing need.

“Alright, baby,” Bucky said, his eyes sparkling and his mouth pulled up in a charming grin. “But first let’s see how well my eager little slut can take me, huh?” He raised an eyebrow in question and you nodded. With his grip on your head, he guided your mouth to the tip of his hard, twitching length. You opened your lips wide, your tongue sliding out to lick at the underside of his head. “We’ll see if you need any training before you’re ready to keep my big, fat cock nice and warm in your pretty throat.”

With that, Bucky began easing his cock into your mouth, spreading your lips wide and sliding the hard length of him over your tongue. You moaned as more precum leaked onto your tongue, your eyelashes fluttering at the delicious taste of Bucky flooding your senses. Distracted by your own pleasure, it wasn’t long before Bucky pressed against the back of your throat and you gagged a little, your eyes watering. Immediately, he pulled back until only the tip of him remained between your lips.

“If it’s too much, pat my thigh, baby,” Bucky ordered, tilting your head so your eyes met his. He looked stern and concerned at the same time, his bossiness warring with his care for you, making you smile around his cock head. “Got it?” he asked, raising his brows expectantly.

To show him you understood, you nodded and pat his thigh with one of your hands, practicing the safe sign. Bucky’s expression melted into an affectionate grin.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, then eased his cock back inside your mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as he grunted in pleasure. “Mm, ya feel so good, sweet pea,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly as he praised you. “Your mouth’s so hot and tight, baby, feels fucking amazing.”

Moaning at Bucky’s admiring words, your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed for him. Bucky managed to push deeper into your throat, but no matter how determined you were to take his whole length, he couldn’t press past your gag reflex. He tried fucking you open, but you gagged and coughed, finally patting his thigh as it became too much. Bucky quickly retreated, pulling his cock from your mouth, leaving you with drool coating your chin as you pouted at your failure.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t take all of you, daddy,” you said sullenly, ducking your head in embarrassment. You’d wanted so badly to take all of him, to show him a proper thank you in your mind, but it looked like it might take a lot more practice than you’d thought.

Bucky gripped your chin and tilted your face up, his thumb swiping through the drool. He pushed the pad of his thumb against your lower lip and you ducked forward, taking him into your mouth, sucking on his finger while your lashes fluttered. Bucky grinned down at you affectionately, using his other hand to stroke your cheek soothingly.

“Don’t be sorry, baby, we’ll get there,” Bucky cooed, shooting you a wink as he went on, “It gives us something to work toward.” You giggled around his thumb, feeling excitement replace all the embarrassment in your heart, and sucked happily on his thumb. “Do you still want me to fuck your mouth, sweet pea?” he asked, checking in with you.

You gave it a moment of thought before pulling off Bucky’s thumb and nodding shyly. “Yes, daddy,” you murmured, wanting to feel his thick cock against your tongue again, wanting to taste him and take him as deep as you could. “Want you to use my mouth, please,” you begged softly, adding the last word as an afterthought as you stared up at Bucky from your position on your knees.

“So polite,” Bucky rumbled distractedly, guiding his cock back to your lips. You opened for him easily, moaning around him as you licked and sucked on his length. You braced your hands against his thighs, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his suit pants as he slid in and out of your mouth, steadily picking up the pace. Bucky fucked your mouth just like you wanted, muttering praises the whole time. “Such a good girl for me, baby,” he groaned out between clenched teeth. “Such a perfect little suck slut for daddy.”

Between Bucky’s cock in your mouth and his words, you were so turned on that you pushed your knees open on the carpet and reached a hand beneath the hem of your dress. Your fingers found your clit through your tights and panties, rubbing little circles on the swollen nub while Bucky held your head and slid his cock in and out of your mouth. You moaned louder around his stiff length, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

When Bucky saw what you were doing, your hand pressed greedily between your thighs and taking pleasure from your rubbing fingers while he fucked your mouth, he pulled free from your lips. “Oh no, sweet pea, that’s daddy’s job,” he rumbled, gripping your arm and pulling your hand from between your thighs, then hauling you up off your knees.

You wobbled a little on your heels, dazed from pleasure and the change in position, and leaned heavily on Bucky. Your body buzzed with unslaked need and you whimpered belatedly, realizing Bucky wasn’t going to let you come yet, and that he was clearly done using your mouth so you wouldn’t be able to swallow his come.

His hand slid down your arm to your wrist, bringing your fingers to his mouth and licking at the faint taste of your cunt. “Taste so good, sweet pea,” he groaned, staring you in the eye as his tongue licked the arousal from your fingertips.

“Daddy,” you whined, squirming and pressing your thighs together against the throbbing, insistent ache in your core. You’d been close to coming, and your panties were soaked through with your wetness. You desperately needed relief and you pouted up at him, wordlessly begging for what you needed.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Bucky murmured in a low voice, his head bent close to yours—close enough you could taste the whiskey he’d had at the party and your own wetness on his breath. You thought he might kiss you, but instead he brushed his lips over your cheek so he could whisper in your ear. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of your needy little cunt.”

You barely had a moment to comprehend Bucky’s words before he was leading you over to the sofa and laying you down on the soft brown leather. His big hands kneaded your thighs through your tights, while he stared at your legs with a possessive gleam in his eye. Slowly, Bucky worked your dress up and over your hips, then pushed his hands further up until he could hook his fingers around the hem of your tights.

Bucky’s gaze seared into yours as he waited a beat. After a dazed second you nodded, realizing he was waiting for your permission. Then, with a grin, he dragged your tights down over your belly and hips, fingers catching your panties and pulling everything off your legs along with your heels. Bucky moved to kneel on the couch, spreading your thighs open to make room for himself and looking down at your bare pussy.

“Fuck, sweet pea, your cunt’s so fucking pretty,” he said after sucking in a sharp breath. His fingers teased through your folds, finding you soaking wet, and grunted in approval. “You got this wet sucking daddy’s cock, baby?” he asked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief as they flicked up to yours. A positively sinful smirk spread across his face while he waited for your answer.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, nodding and squirming, feeling shy beneath Bucky’s intense attention. He brushed his fingers over your clit and your back arched up off the sofa as a pitiful cry slipped from your mouth. Pleasure pulsed through your body like a live wire. “Need you, daddy, please,” you begged, gasping breathlessly against the onslaught of sensation from Bucky’s fingers teasing your hole.

Bucky grinned down at you, his free hand reaching up to tug down the front of your dress, letting your tits spill free. Your body trembled as the cool air of the study ghosted over the heated skin of your chest, your nipples tightening into stiff peaks. You moved to play with your tits and give yourself some relief, but Bucky beat you to it, batting your hands out of the way.

“Such pretty tits, sweet pea,” Bucky rumbled almost distractedly, his eyes fixed on his hand groping your soft flesh and tweaking your nipples. After a moment he seemed to shake himself, his gaze returning to your pussy. “Need ta get ya ready for my cock,” he mumbled, before pressing two fingers into your tight hole, making you cry out. You were plenty wet enough to take him, and your cry devolved into a helpless moan as he fucked you slowly with his fingers, stretching you open.

You lay docilely on the sofa, staring up at your ex-stepdad’s handsome face, marveling over the intensity of his gaze as he worked your pussy with his fingers, his other hand lightly stroking his thick cock. It struck you all over again that the situation should feel dirty and wrong, but you realized that you didn’t think of Bucky as your former stepfather anymore. He was your daddy—a man who’d promised to take care of you and, with no small amount of surprise, you realized you trusted him to do exactly that.

Bucky looked up, catching your eye and distracting you from your thoughts with his next statement. “I’ve been tested recently, it was all clear—what about you, sweet pea?” he asked, his tone patient but edged with barely leashed arousal.

It seemed a cruel joke that Bucky asked you a question because at the same moment, he curled his fingers and pressed against a spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back in your head. Reaching above your head, you pushed against the arm of the sofa so you could bear down harder on his fingers, mumbling, “Yuh huh, ‘m clear, too.” Pleasure washed over you and it took a moment for the implication behind Bucky’s words to really sink in. You shook your head to clear it a little. “Wait, wait, do you have a condom?”

His fingers paused inside you, and you panted at the stretch of them as he caught your eye. Bucky was breathing heavily as he stared down at you almost like he didn’t understand your question, but then he blinked some of the glassiness from his eyes. “No, no condom,” he said slowly, his expression strained and mournful. “I wasn’t exactly expecting something like this to happen.” A crooked grin pulled at the corner of Bucky’s mouth, but it was weak.

It almost hurt you to say what you had to say next, but you knew Bucky deserved the truth. You trusted him and you wanted him to know he could trust you too, so you forced the words past your lips. “I’m not on birth control,” you whispered sadly, your face crumpling as the feeling of failure overwhelmed you for a moment. “I couldn’t afford it,” you explained in an even quieter voice.

Bucky’s face darkened like a storm cloud and for a moment you were afraid he was angry with you, but then he opened his mouth. “Sweet pea,” he said in a tortured voice that conveyed how much he worried about you. Leaning down over you, Bucky’s head hovered above where yours lay on the sofa. His soft mouth was pulled down in an unhappy frown, but his eyes were filled with more concern than frustration. “You should have come to me for help sooner,” he said, each of his words punctuated by his jaw popping as he ground his teeth. “You need to learn to ask for help when you need it.”

You felt yourself tearing up and covered your face with your hands to hide your emotional reaction to his words. “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you whispered, tears slipping free and rolling down your temples into your hair. “I didn’t think you’d want to help me,” you admitted, feeling silly for underestimating how much Bucky cared about you.

Bucky eased his fingers from inside you and gently grasped your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and pinning them to the sofa on either side of your head. He hovered so close to your face, you had no choice but to look him in the eye. Though he was blurry through your tears, you could still see the intensity of his gaze as he spoke.

“Even when you were nothing more than my ex-stepdaughter, I would have helped you,” Bucky said, his voice low and ardent. He ducked down, kissing the apples of your cheeks and working to dry the tears that still slipped from your eyes. “I know it can be hard to ask for help, but we’ll work on it.” He moved back, capturing your gaze with his own like he wanted to make sure you heard his next words. “You’re mine now, sweet pea, so if you need anything, you come to me. That’s the only way this works, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Bucky, I hear you—I understand,” you said quickly, wanting to assure him that you finally knew you could count on him. It felt so good to know that Bucky would be there for you, that he not only wanted to help you, but demanded you allow him to help you. With a trembling smile, you stared up at him and murmured, “Thank you.”

Bucky gave you a smile, his sharp gaze searching your eyes before he ducked down and brushed kisses to your cheeks until you were giggling beneath him, the scrape of his scruff tickling your skin. “Remember, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do,” he murmured when he pulled away, giving you another long look.

“I know, daddy,” you said a little petulantly, your smile growing stronger even as your body thrummed with a reminder of your arousal. Your hips squirmed beneath Bucky, his cock brushing against your inner thigh and you moaned softly, your eyes fluttering closed as a reprehensible idea came to mind. Before you could think better of it, your lips were forming the words. “What if you only put the tip in?”

Bucky froze and you opened your eyes to see him staring at you sharply. You bit your lip against a smirk when you felt his cock twitch against your bare thigh, the tip of him leaking precum against your soft skin. Your heart pounded excitedly in your chest and you felt certain you’d get exactly what you wanted when his expression softened into a wolfish grin, his blue eyes glittering in the light of the fire.

“Ya want my cock that bad, sweet pea?” Bucky cooed, one of his hands finally leaving your wrists to push between your bodies and stroke through your soaked folds. He grinned wider when you arched your back and moaned for him. “Mm, you are all wet and ready for me, baby,” he rumbled, his fingers playing with your dripping pussy. “Would be a waste not to even feel this sweet cunt sucking on my cock head.”

“Yes, daddy, please,” you begged breathlessly, your hips bucking up against Bucky’s fingers, trying to take them inside you. He slipped three into your tight heat, making you moan loudly, the sound filling the study. “So wet for you, daddy—need you, please.”

“Mm, you do, baby?” Bucky rumbled, a chuckle in his tone that caught your attention. You opened your glassy, dazed eyes and stared up at him. “Need daddy to take care of you, sweet pea? Need daddy’s help?” Bucky was still grinning but he raised an eyebrow pointedly, and you felt your face heat with a little bit of embarrassment at being called out, though you were surprised to find you gushed even harder around his fingers at the tiny sting of humiliation.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, closing your eyes for a moment against the sensations coursing through you before opening them and fixing Bucky with your pleading stare. You didn’t know if it was because you felt safe with Bucky or you were just so riled up, but you found it was a lot easier to ask for exactly what you needed—with plenty of filthy words meant to provoke the man who was teasing you. “I need your help with my drippy little hole, daddy, I’m so empty,” you whined, your eyes wide and your lips pouting as you asked Bucky for help. “Please fill me up, daddy, need you to help me, please!”

“Good girl,” Bucky rasped, looking a little dazed himself as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured against your skin before sitting back and watching as he pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt. He used them to grip the base of his hard length and smacked his cock on your clit, making you twitch and cry out, your pussy clenching pathetically around nothing while he groaned at the sight. “So fucking pretty, sweet pea—you’re daddy’s perfect little slut.”

“Daddy,” you whined, pushing your hands against the arm of the sofa and writhing your hips. “Please, daddy!” Your lips were pushed out in a pout as you stared up at Bucky, who seemed to enjoy teasing you far too much.

“I know, baby, I know,” he grunted, giving your clit a few more slaps with his cock before he finally relented and pressed the head against your tight entrance. “Just the tip, right, sweet pea?” he rasped, his blue eyes sparkling as he stared at you, waiting for your acquiescence.

“Just the tip,” you said breathlessly, nodding at Bucky and knowing the both of you were lying through your teeth. You knew that if Bucky pushed inside you a little bit, it wouldn’t be long before you were begging for more, and then he’d be fucking you bare. It was a risk, but you couldn’t help yourself from taking it. “Please, daddy!”

At your begging words, Bucky pushed the swollen head of his leaking cock past the grasping entrance of your cunt, groaning and throwing his head back as he felt your tight heat envelop him. You were moaning and arching your back, tossing your head side to side on the sofa as you felt him stretch you with just the tip of his hard length. It made even more wetness gush from your cunt and your body squirmed as pleasure pulsed through your body.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you babbled, sucking in gasps of air. “So big, feel so good.” Your hips writhed beneath Bucky, your ankles hooking around the backs of his thighs as your body moved on instinct, trying to impale yourself further on his cock. You desperately needed more of his stiff length filling your tight hole.

“Stay still, sweet pea,” Bucky growled, pressing the hand not wrapped around his cock down on your lower belly, pinning you to the sofa so you couldn’t squirm. You whined pitifully, bucking against his hand, but relishing the fact that he was strong enough to keep you still. “Baby, ya gotta stop squirming or you’re gonna be taking more than just the tip of my cock,” Bucky gritted out through his teeth, the muscle in his jaw jumping frantically.

You blinked the haze of desire from your eyes and focused on Bucky, who was hunched over your body, his chest heaving in his expensive suit and some of his brown hair falling forward to frame his handsome face. His expression was strained, barely leashed desire making him look half feral. You knew he was trying to hold himself back for your own good, but you wanted him to snap and give you what you both wanted, so you whined again, begging, “Please, daddy, I need your cock—I need more of you.”

“So fucking desperate, huh?” he growled, pushing another inch inside your grasping cunt and making you cry out at the stretch. “I thought you wanted just the tip, baby,” he muttered ruthlessly, pulling out until the head of his cock was only barely nudging at your entrance. “Now you want daddy to bury his bare cock balls deep in your unprotected pussy, is that it?” Bucky’s eyes were wild, his mouth twisted in a grimace as he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, driving you wild. “Wanna risk getting knocked up with daddy’s baby, sweet pea?”

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, eyes rolling back as your head and shoulders thrashed against the sofa, your body a riot of sensation from Bucky’s filthy words and his cock just teasing your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, daddy, please, yes, I want you to fuck me raw,” you cried, your voice close to a sob as Bucky kept torturing you by fucking only the tip of his cock into your pussy. “Please, god, fuck me with your big daddy cock, I need it!”

Bucky let out a raspy chuckle as he gripped your thighs and pushed them up to your chest, leaning over you so his face hovered above you. When you managed to focus on him again, you found a wicked grin on his face. “No need to call me god, sweet pea,” he teased, giving you a wink even as the strain of holding himself back was evident in the lines of his face. “But if you wanna worship me like one, I won’t stop ya.”

His teasing words had your eyelashes fluttering and your pussy squeezing down around the tip of his cock. You were so desperate for him that even his ridiculous humor couldn’t put a dent in your arousal. Thankfully, your clutching hole seemed to bring Bucky back to the moment.

“Fuck, I can’t hold back, baby,” he warned. He was gritting his teeth again and you stared, mesmerized, at the muscle jumping in his jaw. You smoothed your fingers over it, and Bucky turned his head to quickly kiss your palm before fixing you again with his stare. “Need to bury my cock in this sweet cunt.”

“Do it, daddy,” you whined, your hands curling around the back of Bucky’s neck, holding onto him while you bucked your hips for him. “Please, please, please.” Your final plea cut off in a cry as Bucky shoved himself deep inside your pussy, sheathing himself fully in your tight heat with one thrust.

It was a good thing Bucky had prepared you with his fingers because he was big and thick, and the stretch burned just as much as it sent pleasure spiraling through your body. He tried to pause to give you time to adjust to his size, but you whimpered and squirmed beneath him, urging him on. With a low chuckle, Bucky pulled out of your clenching pussy and pushed in again, fucking a moan free from your lips.

“That’s it, sweet pea, let daddy hear all your pretty sounds while he’s fucking you with his bare cock,” he rumbled, ducking down to press sweet kisses to your cheeks.

You couldn’t have controlled yourself even if you’d wanted to. The feeling of Bucky pounding into your cunt was too good, and you wailed for him, moaning loudly and gasping for air as your mind and body were overwhelmed with pleasure. All the while, Bucky kept up a steady stream of filthy praise in your ear.

“Good girl—fuck, you’re my good girl, baby,” he growled in your ear, his cock stretching you and filling you so perfectly. The tip of him pounding against that special spot inside you with every thrust. “You’re taking daddy so well, sweet pea, my perfect little slut—my girl, mine.”

Outside the study door, you heard a loud cheer from the party you’d completely forgotten about. Then, the sounds of everyone counting down from 30 began and you realized it must’ve been close to midnight. It felt surreal to think the rest of the party and the night had gone on while your relationship with Bucky, your entire world, had changed in the cozy little study with the roaring fire and comfy leather sofa.

Catching your eye, Bucky smirked down at you while he huffed a grunt, feeling your pussy sucking his cock deeper inside you with every thrust. “You’re gonna come with me at midnight, sweet pea,” he said, using his bossy CEO voice that left no room for argument.

Not that you had any desire to ignore this particular order. You nodded eagerly, a dazed smile pulling up the edges of your mouth. Pleasure was curling through you faster and faster, and you knew you were going to come soon anyway.

Bucky shoved his hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing furiously, making your cunt clench down hard around his cock. He grunted and pushed through the pleasure, fucking you harder and growling, “Count down for me, baby.”

It took you a moment to decipher the chanting from the party, but when you did, you joined in. “Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen,” you counted in between gasps.

Leaning down over you, pinning your body to the sofa with his pounding hips, Bucky pressed his forehead to yours and counted with you. “Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen.” His hips moved faster, fucking you harder and harder, his fingers rubbing your clit ruthlessly until you were moaning too hard to count.

Pleasure was coiling tighter and tighter in your core and you knew you were close to the edge but you held off. You forced your heavy-lidded eyes to stay open, staring deep into Bucky’s warm, blue gaze as you counted down the final seconds together.

“Three, two, one.”

Right as the clock struck midnight and a raucous cheer went up from the party, the tension in your core snapped and your release hit you, sending you careening over the edge into a nearly overwhelming abyss of ecstasy. A scream worked its way up your thought, but Bucky silenced you with a kiss. Your first kiss with Bucky was at midnight on New Year’s Eve while you came around his cock.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids so brilliantly you had no hope of knowing if they were all inside your head or mixing with those that went off above the event hall. Bucky’s lips moved against your own, his tongue licking into your mouth and taking possession of your entire being with his kiss. Your hands cupped Bucky’s face, holding him close as you devoured each other while wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body.

All the while, Bucky rutted into you, dragging out your release with the ferocity with which he chased his own. His thrusts turned wild and a moment later he groaned into your mouth, pressing his cock inside you, the tip kissing your cervix as he came deep in your pussy. You were trembling beneath him, moaning when you felt his stiff length throb and spill his load in your bare cunt.

Still, you held Bucky close, your lips fused together as you kissed fervently, the sounds of fireworks and people celebrating the new year a distant cacophony. Bucky’s hips worked lazily, pumping into you until you whimpered at the overstimulation and he grunted, pressing one last kiss to your lips before he stopped thrusting inside you. Rolling onto his side and tucking you between his big body and the back of the couch, Bucky held your limp body in his strong arms.

You could feel his cock beginning to soften in your channel, his come leaking out of you and reminding you of what you’d just done. Oddly, you couldn’t find any unease in your heart. You knew you should feel dirty and shameful for fucking your ex-stepdad or, at the very least, worried about letting him come inside you when you weren’t on birth control, but none of those emotions were present. Instead, you felt more content and happy than you had in years.

“Feeling ok, sweet pea?” Bucky asked, his voice low and deliciously rumbly. His hand was rubbing up and down your spine in a soothing caress. You snuggled deep into his chest, hiding a smile against the soft, textured fabric of his suit jacket.

“Yeah,” you whispered, breathing deeply to inhale Bucky’s scent. You were already relaxed and loose from your orgasm, but the smell of him calmed you further.

“Any regrets about fucking your ex-stepdad?” Bucky asked bluntly, startling a laugh out of you. Leaning back, your cheek resting on Bucky’s arm, you looked up into his handsome face. His expression was a little guarded, but his eyes were vulnerable as he stared back at you, waiting for your response.

“No, not a single regret here,” you said softly, giving him a genuinely happy smile as you cupped his face in your hands. You pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth, smiling through the quiet rumble of appreciation that sounded in his chest at the light brush of your lips.

“Good,” Bucky said firmly, when you pulled away. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, mirroring what you’d done when you were on your knees in front of him. It was a promise, just like yours had been. “Because I have plans for you,” he rumbled, his blue eyes sparkling when he caught your gaze again. Leaning in, he kissed you fiercely on the mouth.

Your excited laughter was muffled when Bucky deepened the kiss, both of you getting lost in the slide of your mouths and the playful nipping of your teeth. You lay on the sofa in the study for a little while longer, making out like teenagers, until Bucky finally pulled away and regretfully told you he had to get back to the party and his guests. He gave you the option of going back with him or he’d order you a car to take you home. Wanting to spend more time with Bucky, you opted to stay with him.

After righting your clothes and cleaning yourselves up as well as possible in the bathroom adjoined to the study, Bucky escorted you back to the event hall, where things were a little more debauched than when you’d left. Most of the men had shed their jackets, with some having slung them around the shoulders of the women on their arms. Many of the women had smudged lipstick, if it wasn’t gone entirely, and you wondered what the hall must’ve looked like when the clock struck midnight.

Thankfully, neither Bucky nor you—him without his jacket and his shirtsleeves rolled up his elbows, and you without your tights—didn’t look any worse for wear than anyone else at the party. Though you felt a little naughty since Bucky had pocketed your panties before you could put them back on, promising to keep them safe while he cleaned his come from your thighs.

The two of you wound through the crowd, Bucky wishing everyone a happy new year, until his old army friends waved you both over. They all looked glassy eyed and had a couple lipstick stains on their cheeks and necks, which made you giggle as they welcomed you and Bucky with friendly greetings. You spent much of the rest of the night tucked into Bucky’s side, chatting with his friends while his hand squeezed your hip possessively. Occasionally, Bucky shot you heated looks that made you remember what you’d gotten up to with your ex-stepdad in that study and you squirmed with renewed desire.

At the end of the night, instead of taking you back to his place, Bucky sent you home in a car. When you whined in protest, he gave you a stern look and ordered you to get some rest—something you wouldn’t be able to do if you were in his bed. He gave you one last kiss that left your entire body thrumming with need before helping you into the backseat of the car with his jacket draped around your shoulders. At home, you cleaned off your makeup and got into bed wrapped up in Bucky’s jacket, the scent of his cologne making you feel calm and safe as you fell asleep.

You slept until late morning and woke to an alert from your bank. When you opened the app on your phone, you blinked blearily for almost a minute at what you found. There was so much money in both your checking and savings accounts, you thought there must’ve been an error.

But when you called the bank, the person you spoke to said there was no mistake. A Mr. James Buchanan Barnes had directed them to deposit those amounts into your accounts and wire another large sum to your landlord. When the bank confirmed the amount, you realized Bucky had effectively payed off your apartment for the remainder of your lease. You thanked the person on the phone through numb lips, your eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling as you realized Bucky had followed through on his promise to help you. In fact, he’d gone above and beyond what you’d expected.

It occurred to you that you had no idea how Bucky had acquired your bank account information, or the details of your lease to pay it off. It was the first time you’d truly seen the power Bucky could wield as one of the country’s most successful CEOs, and he was using it to take care of you. Your heart thumped happily and a smile tugged at the edges of your mouth as you thought about texting Bucky to thank him.

Just then, there was a knock at your door. You pulled the first thing you grabbed over your nightshirt, which turned out to be Bucky’s suit jacket that had been tangled in your blankets. Padding to the front door, you opened it and found a courier, who asked for your signature then gave you a small box.

Retreating back into your apartment, you had a suspicion of who had sent the box and your heart beat excitedly in your chest. Sitting on your bed, your suspicion was confirmed when you opened the box and found a note. It was from Bucky, and read:

I had a wonderful night, sweet pea, and I can’t wait to see you again. Until then, I’ve enclosed a special gift for you to show you how much I appreciate you letting me help you. Take a picture of you wearing your gift and send it to me when you can. Happy new year. -Daddy

A wide grin was stretched across your face by the time you finished reading the note and you clutched it tight to your chest for a minute, squealing happily while you bounced on your bed. Once you’d gotten your excitement out, you opened the flat, wide square velvet box that had arrived with the note.

Inside, you found a necklace. The chain was made up of delicate silver links that you knew were real silver, and at the center hung a beautiful, simple heart pendant. When you carefully lifted the necklace from the box to look at it more closely, you caught a glimpse of an inscription on the back of the pendant.

As you read the words etched into the silver, your heart thumped happily in your chest and you bit your lip against a beaming grin. You felt heat blossoming in your core, making a needy, impatient ache grow between your thighs that you knew only Bucky would be able to help you with.

Remembering what his note had asked you to do, you fastened the necklace around your neck, not bothering to change or put on makeup before you snapped a few pictures until you found one you liked. In the photo, you were fresh-faced and beaming, your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your nightshirt, Bucky’s suit jacket still hangning off your shoulders. The necklace had settled around your neck, the pendant framed perfectly in the hollow of your throat.

It took you a moment to pull up Bucky’s contact and start a text thread since you’d never messaged him before. You sent him the photo with a simple, “Thank you, daddy.” Happiness settled around your shoulders, and a giddy excitement bubbled in your chest as you thought about the future that lay ahead of you with Bucky. It may be unconventional, but it was already precious to you.

Laying back in your bed, you enjoyed the weight of the necklace around your throat, a naughty smile stealing across your lips when you thought about the inscription on the back of the pendant. It was a reminder of your relationship that was only for you and Bucky, it was a promise between the two of you. You felt his comfort and his care as the words of the inscription flitted across your mind:

Property of J.B.Barnes

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malum-af-cth · 1 month ago

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Honestly I am SO SO SO curious about Bucky being younger. Has my gears turning

ok so i have an IDEA for week 3 of hot bucky summer (don't worry, i'm also working on a fic for week 2, while working on other things as well 🤭) but i'm having trouble deciding something.

i haven't figured out the specifics yet, but if you were trapped in a cabin with alpha!Bucky and there was an age gap...

i have a feeling i know which way this is gonna go, but i'm curious!

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malum-af-cth · 2 months ago

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I think the hot new trends for this summer should be reading comprehension and critical thinking skills

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malum-af-cth · 2 months ago

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Dude, this was infinitely better than I expected it to be. The use of the flashback was perfect. It is not often we see this man getting down without his metal arm, so that was a nice touch as well. So good so so so good!

can't get enough

pairing: congressman!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you're woken up by bucky being called away for some congressional business, but you don't want him to go. as you're making the most of the time you have together, he reminds you of the night before, when you celebrated him coming home after a few weeks away.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), there are no spoilers for thunderbolts*, smut, light angst, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, vaginal fisting, double vaginal penetration, inappropriate use of bucky's metal arm, rough sex, pussy spanking, painful sex/painplay, bdsm elements (mostly check-ins, bucky briefly restrains reader's wrists with his hands), biting, finger sucking, come play, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (little one, baby), referenced edging using sex toys, aftercare, established relationship, lots of feelings

word count: 8.3k

a/n: ok so i originally wrote this fic back when the first Thunderbolts* trailer dropped, and we saw Bucky's metal arm in the dishwasher, but i just never got around to editing it 🫣 and it was a bit of a struggle, i honestly had no idea how to end this fic! also, i'm pretty sure a congressman wouldn't travel so much, but it was necessary for the fic so we're gonna ignore those inaccuracies! anyway, this is pretty much just pure smut with some feelings, so i hope y'all enjoy ♡

The loud, incessant buzzing of a phone on the table beside your bed dragged you mercilessly from sleep. With a muffled groan, you rolled over, the sheets smooth against your bare skin as you sought the warmth of Bucky Barnes.

He’d already shifted onto his side to answer the phone, and you burrowed your face between his shoulder blades, nose nudging the bumps of his spine, smile pressing into his skin when you felt his deep, sleep-roughened voice while he spoke.

“Yes?”

There was a pause filled by the tinny sound of someone on the other end speaking. Though you couldn’t hear their words, you got the gist. Bucky was being called away on some sort of official congressional business—or the unofficial business that had him investigating Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

Either way, it only meant one thing, and it had the corners of your mouth pulling down in an unhappy frown.

“Alright, gimme an hour.”

Bucky’s sigh was drowned out by the wooden thunk of him tossing his phone back on the bedside table. Then he was rolling onto his back, his arm digging beneath your waist and pulling you into his warm body until you were half sprawled on top of him.

So much of your bare skin was pressed to his, and you hummed contentedly, sleep still nipping at the corners of your consciousness and urging you to return to its comforting embrace. But then you remembered the call and what it meant.

“Noooo,” you whined, curling your arms around Bucky’s shoulders and wrapping your legs around his thigh, holding on tight and trying to prevent him from leaving the bed.

You knew it was pointless—he was a super-soldier, and even though he wasn’t wearing his metal arm, he could easily extract himself from your hold. Or carry you as he got out of bed, which you would mind less.

A low, reluctant chuckle rumbled in Bucky’s chest and he brushed a kiss to your forehead, to the spot where your brows were furrowed in a frown, his scruffy jaw making you shiver.

“I have to go in,” he said, stating what you’d already surmised. “And you need the rest, little one.” His voice dropped to a playful growl that had you laughing even as you pouted.

“I do not,” you grumbled, burying your face in Bucky’s bare chest, delighting in the way the soft hair dusting his skin tickled your cheeks. Your words were muffled by the way your mouth was pressed into the layer of softness atop the packed muscle of Bucky’s chest, but you knew he heard you fine.

“Oh yeah?” he challenged, his warm hand ghosting down your spine and smoothing over your bare ass. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, just enough to make you mewl softly and squirm on top of him.

You were distracted from his question by Bucky’s groping hand, your legs falling open instinctively and your head tipping to the side to let out a soft moan. Bucky’s laughter rumbled in his chest, teasing your nipples to aching points while his hand slipped between your thighs.

His fingers explored the soft, swollen folds of your pussy, his darkened blue eyes watching your face carefully, as if checking your body for tenderness. When you merely sighed happily, your muscles loosening and relaxing until you were little more than a warm puddle on his chest, Bucky brushed a kiss to the top of your forehead.

Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers away and used the flat of them to deliver a light swat to your well-used, puffy pussy.

The gentle sting had you whining sharply and writhing on top of Bucky’s chest, arching your back and presenting your cunt in a way that you hoped enticed him to give you more—you didn’t care if it was more light spanks or thrusting his fingers inside your dripping hole.

“Greedy girl,” Bucky rumbled, a hint of admonishment in his tone, but his voice was so washed in warmth, it was hard to take the scolding seriously. Especially when he indulged your needy sounds and spanked your pussy again, a little harder that time.

Despite Bucky’s examination, you were still a little sensitive and sore from the previous night, and you trembled beneath the firm swat to your puffy pussy, letting out a pathetic whimper at the sting of pain, even as tingles of pleasure swirled deliciously through your core.

There was an ache in your muscles, and an exhaustion deep in your bones, that was coaxing you to fall back to sleep. But the knowledge that Bucky was leaving, and you weren’t sure when he’d be back, had you fighting against it.

Instead, you sank into the pleasure of Bucky’s hand, writhing lazily against him, your thigh brushing against his thickening cock. Your fingers trailed down Bucky’s side until they bumped against the tip, then you danced them down his shaft, enjoying the feeling of his hard length twitching against your touch.

Before you could get too distracted by Bucky’s cock, though, he delivered another, sharper, spank to your pussy. You keened loudly, your back arching, ass lifting in the air as you begged for him to stop tormenting you.

“Please,” you gasped, spreading your legs wider, inviting him to give you more.

“Still hungry for me, little one?” Bucky teased, his voice a delicious, sleep-roughened rasp that danced along your spine and settled heavily between your thighs, making your clit throb with need. “Even after everything I gave you last night?”

His fingers rubbed your puffy pussy, making a mess of the wetness that was already leaking from your slit. When he spanked you lightly again, it made an obscene wet sound that had you squirming and keening pitifully.

“Bucky, please,” you mewled, sliding your hands up Bucky’s chest to curl over his shoulders and brace against his broad body to rock your hips back against his teasing fingers. “Need you—I’ll always need you,” you whined raggedly.

Moving on instinct, you slid your leg across his hips until you were straddling him. The hard line of his cock was a heavy, delicious ridge between your thighs and your hips worked, grinding down on him, your clit bumping against all the veins of his shaft and drawing a needy whimper from your lips.

“Please.”

“Greedy, insatiable girl,” Bucky murmured, the words sounding more like praise than admonishment in his deep, rasping voice.

You could do little more than purr your happiness before he was ducking his head and capturing your mouth in a kiss. Your mind went blissfully blank as his lips tasted yours, his hand shifting to your hip, fingers rubbing your own wetness into your skin as he dug into your soft flesh.

Bucky used his grip to urge you to grind against his thick cock, all while he swallowed your whimpers and moans like a hungry beast, his own pleasure rumbling deep in his chest.

Your need ratcheted higher with every sweep of his tongue between your lips, and your hips humped desperately, feeling every throb and twitch of his hardness between your slick, swollen folds.

Truthfully, there was a slight ache in your core, but you ignored it. You were too ravenous for Bucky to even think about stopping your hips from working and coating his cock in your desire.

When the blunt tip of him caught in your thoroughly used hole and threatened to slide into your puffy pussy, Bucky stilled beneath you, his hand gripping the soft curve of your hip so hard that you came to a rest with a protesting whine.

You were panting with need, your mouth open, lips brushing against Bucky’s as you breathed each other’s air. But as you retreated enough to see what had made him stop, you caught the flash of concern in his darkened blue eyes.

“Little one,” Bucky rumbled, a strained warning in his tone, like it killed him to have to stop you.

If it had been any other morning, you might’ve given in to Bucky’s urging that you rest—but that was because he would’ve been there to take care of you. He would’ve cuddled up with you under a blanket and gotten you everything you needed so you could keep relaxing.

But he was leaving in an hour��less than, since it had already been a few blissful minutes since he’d hung up the phone—and so the gluttonous hunger churning in the depths of your body would not be ignored. No matter how concerned Bucky was for you, you needed him.

“Bucky, please,” you begged, urgent desperation in your sleepy, husky voice. Your hips were already pushing against his hold on your body, a pitiful whine rising in your throat when he kept you pinned with his super-soldier strength.

For a long moment, Bucky’s eyes raked over your face, taking in the pout on your lips and the pleading expression in your gaze. Finally, his hand loosened on your hip and you pushed back, impaling yourself on the tip of Bucky’s cock.

A breathy moan slipped from your lips, and you tipped your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt his hard cock drag against your sensitive inner walls. It felt so good to have him inside you, filling you up in the most perfect, delicious way only he could, that your mind went blank with pleasure.

Time stretched exquisitely, and all you could do was feel. Your head spun as your body moved slowly, your hips sinking further and further down on Bucky’s cock. It was exactly what you needed—every throbbing inch of his length sliding deeper into your tight hole as you stretched around his thick shaft.

When you were fully seated on his cock, Bucky’s hand wrapped around the nape of your neck, fingers digging into your skin and dragging you close to hold you pinned to his broad chest. Your nipples rubbed against his hard muscles and the soft hair dusting across his pecs, teasing them deliciously.

“Greedy girl,” Bucky growled, tipping your face toward his until your lips brushed against his, but he didn’t kiss you. He just breathed heavily while you panted into his mouth. “You can’t get enough of me, huh?” he asked, a teasing thread in his tone.

It was on the tip of your tongue to cry out ‘no, never’, but just then, Bucky shoved his hips up roughly, fucking so deep into your body, you could’ve sworn you felt him deep in your belly. A sob wrenched free from your throat at the pleasure, which was edged in just enough pain to make to make it sharper, more intense.

“Can’t get enough of my cock, even after everything I gave you last night?” Bucky went on, his harsh breaths spilling past your parted lips as he fucked you. “Good. I want you to feel me in your greedy cunt even while I’m gone—I want you thinking about everything I did to you this morning—and especially last night—so you know what I’m going to do to you when I get home.”

At his words, memories of the night before flooded your mind…

Bucky Barnes had been gone for weeks. He was meeting with businesses and local community leaders in his home district of Brooklyn, New York, while you were left alone in the Washington D.C. apartment you shared together.

You knew being a congressman gave Bucky a purpose, something he hadn’t had in a while, but did he really need to be gone for weeks?

In your opinion, Bucky being gone for weeks was too long.

Sure, he did what he could to keep in touch even amidst his busy schedule. He made a point to call you at least once a day, and though you’d had phone sex a handful of times, nothing compared to having him with you—his warmth in your bed, his arms around your body, his cock buried deep between your thighs.

You’d taken to wearing his starched, white button-up shirts whenever you were home at night, breathing in the scent of him as much as you could. You’d lay in the bed you shared, with nothing on except that shirt.

When he got home on the night he was due back, that was how he found you, clad in his white shirt, only a few of the buttons done up, giving him teasing glimpses of your tits and pussy while you squirmed excitedly on the bed. Hunger darkened his blue eyes and a wolfish smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth.

Then, Bucky fell on you like a starving man, his metal hand sliding between the plackets of the shirt and tearing it open like it was little more than tissue paper—and you were the present he was eager to unwrap.

His heated gaze swept down your bared body, a ravenous look in his eyes, before his larger form covered yours and his mouth captured your lips in a searing kiss.

Bucky kissed you like it was the first and last time, his mouth greedy as he devoured every sound you made and every breath you exhaled. In turn, you kissed him selfishly, your fingers curling around the nape of his neck and holding him close, stealing all the air from his lungs while he pinned you to the bed with his heavy body.

“Missed me?” Bucky asked teasingly on the first opportunity to come up for air. He shot you a smirk that was dripping with male satisfaction and humor—both of which made the need in your belly burn even hotter.

Your hands slid down the sides of his neck, palms skimming over the stubble beneath his jaw and dug your nails into his skin. Without grace, you yanked Bucky back down on top of you, your shoulders lifting off the bed to meet him as your mouths collided again.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you growled into his mouth.

At that, Bucky chuckled, slipping his tongue obligingly between your lips, but you were merciless. You wrapped your lips around his tongue and sucked on him so ravenously, he groaned loudly into your mouth.

Reflexively, his hips jerked, digging deeper between your thighs until his bulge was grinding against your bare pussy, your legs squeezing his hips and humping against his cock.

“Bucky,” you whined, throwing your head back and nearly knocking your chin into his nose while you writhed beneath him, desperately seeking your pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re needy tonight,” Bucky cursed on a sharp exhale, trying to sit up on his knees so he could strip off his clothes.

But you were clinging to him too tightly, and he ended up dragging you with him, so you sat spread across his thick thighs. Your arms tightened around his shoulders, your legs around his waist, your mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his stubbled jaw.

Bucky laughed huskily, and murmured, “Little one,” with an edge of admonishment in his tone that didn’t do anything to dislodge you. In fact, you barely heard it.

You were too busy dragging the blunt edges of your teeth over Bucky’s scruffy cheek, licking his bristly jaw and making obscene little moans when you tasted the salt on his skin and the musk of his sweat. Your mouth found the spot on Bucky’s neck that made him shiver, and you bit down—hard.

His whole body wracked with a shudder, nearly making you lose your hold and fall back to the bed. But you were too determined to stay close to him, so you clung on, feeling the shiver vibrate through your body, whimpering when it teased your aching nipples and your desperate, leaking cunt.

“Fucking christ—you need me that bad, huh?” Bucky huffed, his words accompanied by the sound of rending fabric and his zipper being ripped open. His fingers brushed your thighs and then the thick head of his cock was pressed to your weeping entrance. “Hope you’re ready for me, little one,” he growled, rubbing the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your hole.

A needy, pitiful sob burst from your lips as you tried to use what little leverage you had to lower yourself on Bucky’s cock, but his metal hand held you right where he wanted you, poised above his hard length. Another desperate whine spilled from you as tears of frustration splashed onto your cheeks.

“Bucky, ‘m so wet and empty, you could shove your whole fist inside me and I’d still beg for more,” you rasped against his neck, feeling his pulse pumping under your lips. “I missed you—god, I missed you so much, Bucky, I need you so bad.”

You barely knew what you were babbling, your head filled with hazy need. Your body felt like one big nerve ending that was throbbing to the beat of Bucky’s heart and begging to be filled.

Bucky made a rough, tortured sound low in his throat, something between a groan and a roar. It sank deep into your core and you felt even more wetness drip from your pussy onto his cock, coating him in your desire.

In the next breath, he yanked you down on his hard length, splitting you open so suddenly and so harshly, the immediate pleasure wrenched a scream from your lungs. The sound tore from your throat in a piercing wail, bouncing off the walls of your bedroom while Bucky gripped you so hard, you knew he’d leave bruises.

“That’s it, scream for me, little one,” Bucky rumbled, leaning forward and laying you down on the soft bed. The movement had his cock pressing so deep inside you, right to the end of you, that you felt like he was imprinting himself on your body.

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed on either side of your head, pulling his hips back and snapping forward, fucking you so hard and fast, all you could do was lay there and take it. You screamed and wailed until your throat was raw and your cheeks were damp with tears of pleasure.

“You think I didn’t miss you, too, little one?” he demanded, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside your body as it slammed into you. “You think my cock hasn’t been aching to sink into this tight cunt since the day I left?”

It felt so good, to have him everywhere—his body covering yours, his shirt teasing your aching nipples as he hunched over you on the bed, his damp forehead pressed to yours, his harsh breaths slipping between your lips, his hips cradled between your thighs, his cock buried to the root inside your pussy.

He pounded into you, punctuating his words with deep thrusts that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body and making you nearly erupt in euphoria. You knew then that it wouldn’t be long before you came, and a part of you was devastated you’d come so quickly—even as you knew it wouldn’t be enough.

A whole night with Bucky, after he’d been gone for weeks, was never going to be enough.

“God, I missed this,” Bucky growled against your mouth. “I missed you—I missed you so fucking much, little one, I thought about you every moment I was gone.”

Bubbles of happiness burst in your chest to hear Bucky’s rough words of devotion. They swirled with the pleasure rising like a tide in the center of your being, leaving you to sob his name, chanting it like a prayer—like a plea, “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!”

“Fuck—fuck, I can feel how close you are,” he bit out, his thrusts turning wild and erratic as he chased his own pleasure in your body. “Come for me, little one, come all over my cock—show me how much you missed me, baby.”

Bucky shoved deep inside you, pausing to grind his hips into your cunt and rubbing your clit until the pleasure building inside you reached its crest. You tumbled over the edge with a sharp cry, every muscle in your body pulling taut for one breathless moment, spine arching off the bed and wrists fighting against Bucky’s unbreakable hold.

Stars popped and crackled behind your eyes as you screamed Bucky’s name, overwhelming pleasure crashing through you in waves that swept you away to another plane of existence, leaving behind the bed and the room—leaving only you and Bucky, who still moved over you, his throat working as he growled in your ear.

“Good girl, such a good girl, baby,” his deliciously deep voice rumbled, tethering you to reality. “Can feel your sweet cunt gripping me so good, sucking me deeper, begging for my come. D’you want it, little one, want my come?”

“Yuh huh, yuh huh,” you babbled, unable to form proper words, but it didn’t matter because Bucky understood your meaning.

His mouth captured yours in a searing kiss while he rutted into you, and a moment latter, he was groaning through his own release.

Bucky’s hips pressed flush against your center, his cock twitching deep in your cunt as he spilled his seed against your cervix, loud sounds of pleasure slipping from his lips. You drank them down greedily, just as hungry for his pleasure as he’d been for yours.

In the haze of his release, you managed to tug your wrists free from his hold and you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s shoulders, fingers carding through his soft brown hair, your legs hugging his hips tightly while you felt him throbbing deep in your body.

As the overwhelming pleasure receded for both of you, the kiss shifted, slowing and becoming sweeter, more reverent. Your lips moved against each other adoringly, savoring the other and taking the time neither of you had been patient enough for earlier.

“In case it wasn’t clear,” you began, pulling back and kissing Bucky’s nose, then each of his cheeks and finally pressing a kiss between his brows, smoothing away the near-constant furrow. “I really missed you, Bucky.”

“Mm, I noticed,” Bucky rumbled, pressing his smile to your mouth before giving you a quick kiss. “I really missed you, too, baby,” he promised, his voice warm and satisfied even as he rolled his hips, wringing a soft gasp from your lips.

Laughing softly, he swallowed the sound with a kiss that devolved into long, languorous moments of making out. When Bucky finally pulled away to let you get some air, he propped himself up on his arms and glanced down at you with a hint of concern.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, his warm hand skimming down your side as if checking for injury. His hand slid between your bodies, easing his still half-hard cock from your pussy, his gaze watching your expression closely.

There was a little twinge of an ache, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he seemed to be expecting. Your lips curved in a naughty smile as you shook your head, holding his gaze. “I edged for a couple hours before you got home—put the dildo you got me to good use,” you explained.

You winked up at him, enjoying the way Bucky’s eyebrows raised in surprise, then lowered as his eyes darkened. Renewed hunger burned in his gaze, and he ducked down so his mouth was close to yours. Your breaths were coming a little faster, matching the harshness of his.

“No wonder you were desperate for me,” he murmured on a chuckle, before giving you a long, heated kiss. When his tongue licked into your mouth, you swore you could feel it between your thighs, your core heating with desire all over again.

“Y’know,” Bucky began when he pulled away, the corners of his mouth curving in an impish smirk. “You say the damndest things when you’re desperate.”

“Hmm?” you asked, burying your face beneath Bucky’s jaw and nuzzling into his stubbled skin. He smelled like leather and musk, and you breathed deeply, letting his comforting scent fill your head with fluffy clouds of bliss.

All memories of what you’d said in the heat of the moment got lost in those clouds, but Bucky was determined to remind you.

He shifted his big body out from between your thighs, quietly shushing the soft whine you let out by petting his warm palm over your belly and slipping it between your thighs. His fingers gently stroked the folds of your puffy pussy.

“You said something about me shoving my fist in your pussy,” Bucky said gruffly, gliding the tips of his fingers through your wetness. He gathered his come, which had been dripping down to your ass, and gently pressed it back into your hole with three fingers, while the other two teased your entrance. “What did ya mean by that, little one?”

“B-Bucky, oh m’god,” you stammered breathlessly, eyes flying open and finding Bucky’s darkened blue gaze fixed firmly on your face while he slowly, torturously withdrew his fingers and pushed them back inside as deep as they’d go. “You know what I meant,” you forced out, gasping when Bucky’s little finger slipped into your pussy to join the others.

Hovering above you, Bucky’s mouth was curved into a devious, delicious smirk, which only deepened when he took note of the delight and excitement dancing across your face. You were certain he could see the eagerness deep in your gaze, and it made his smile turn wolfish.

“You want my fist, little one?”

Bucky’s voice was sweet as he asked you one of the filthiest, most debauched questioned you’d ever heard him utter. His gentle tone contrasted with his obscene words and the slick sound of his fingers working your drenched pussy. You could feel yourself clench around him, your body greedily sucking him deeper.

A pleased grin stole across Bucky’s handsome face. “Since I’ve been gone, I’ve only had my fist to fuck,” he rumbled, thumb teasing the edge of your hole while he fucked you with four fingers. “Now that I’m home, you want that for yourself, huh?” His eyes flashed with something even dirtier and more perverted. “Should we see if I can fit both my fist and my cock inside you?”

Your hips jerked reflexively at Bucky’s question, pressing down on his fingers and taking them deeper, your inner walls pulsing with a desperation to be filled. Your answer tumbled past your lips with a reckless desire you only felt safe enough with Bucky to indulge.

“Yes—god, yes, Bucky, give it to me, please, gimme your fist and your cock. I want to be stuffed so full of you, I’ll feel you for days.”

“That’s my girl,” Bucky growled, beginning to push his thumb into your warm, dripping hole.

For a second, your mind whited out, but then your fingers were wrapping around his wrist and you were tugging him to a stop. He caught your gaze, a concerned frown on his lips. There was a question in his eyes as you shook your head.

“I want the other fist, Bucky—the metal one. Please,” you begged in a soft, pleading voice. You weren’t sure if he’d grant your request, but you held your breath, hoping.

Bucky looked stunned for a moment, his features slack with surprise. But then a grin was curving the edges of his mouth and his vibranium hand was wrapping around the back of your neck, hauling you up from the bed for a searing, soul-consuming kiss.

When he finally pulled away, leaving you breathless, he gave you only a moment to gasp for air before he was shoving his warm fingers, dripping with your desire, past your lips. Bucky ordered you to clean them, his gaze going inky dark as he watched.

Once you were done, drool coating your chin after he’d fucked your mouth with his fingers, Bucky stood and made quick work of removing his clothes—leaving his dress shirt, ruined pants and all the rest in a pile on the floor.

Before rejoining you in the bed, Bucky grabbed a bottle of lube from where you’d left it on the bedside table, and he settled between your thighs. Skimming his hands lovingly along your thighs, he shifted you into the position he wanted, your back flat on the bed, knees hiked up and spread wide, putting your pussy on display.

“God, I missed this,” he murmured distractedly, his black and gold metal fingers delicately tracing the puffy lips of your pussy. His eyes were fixed on your swollen folds, reverence etched into his expression.

Still, you couldn’t help but giggle, a little breathlessly. “You missed my pussy that bad, huh?” Your voice was husky from your earlier screaming, and it seemed to draw Bucky from the trance he’d fallen into.

A rakish smile pulled across his handsome face, making your heart flip in your chest. “No, baby, I missed being with you, I missed trying something new with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the earnestness in Bucky’s low rumble, and the intensity in his blue eyes. Emotion flooded your chest and you knew it was written all over your face by the way a fire lit within his gaze.

You reached for him, but he was already leaning down and pressing a kiss to your pouty mouth, slipping his tongue between your lips in a teasing lick.

He kissed you slowly, like you had all the time in the world, and didn’t move away until you were squirming and whimpering into his mouth with need. Then, Bucky sat back on his haunches between your thighs and popped the top on the bottle of lub.

Bucky was thorough as he coated his metal hand generously in lube—all while muttering to himself about how he hoped it didn’t fuck up the machinery because he didn’t want to explain this to the Wakandans. But you reminded him it was water-based lube and if he could swim, it would be fine.

That comment had earned you a raised eyebrow and a wry smirk, and you’d stifled a giggle behind your palms, excitement dancing in your eyes as you watched Bucky prepare himself.

When he decided he was ready, he asked you again if you were sure, and you nodded eagerly, telling him again you wanted this—you wanted him to fuck you with his metal fist.

It took longer than you would’ve expected for Bucky to work you open, especially since you’d thought you’d been close enough to taking his other fist earlier. But the unrelenting metal of Bucky’s hand, and his determination to make sure he didn’t hurt you meant it was a slow process.

Then, when he finally pushed the widest part of his hand inside your pussy, the rest slid in all at once, a sharp cry springing from your lips as you were suddenly so full. It was such a strange sensation, to have Bucky’s hand buried deep in your cunt, but, you realized with stunning clarity, it felt good.

Bucky had gone deathly still when you’d cried out, as if he hadn’t known how to interpret the sound, whether it was pain or pleasure. But when you relaxed, softening around his wrist and hand, he let out heavy exhale, like he’d been holding his breath.

“Are ya alright, little one?” Bucky asked softly, catching your knee in his warm hand and pressing a kiss to the inside.

Your thighs were quivering under the onslaught of pleasure rippling out from the center of your body, where you were impaled on Bucky’s fist, his knuckles pressing against your sensitive inner walls and hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. You felt like your entire body was throbbing, and one move would make the pleasure detonate inside you.

“Uh hmm,” you murmured, nodding your head distractedly as you basked in the sensations flooding your body. Your arms and legs were trembling, the feeling of having something so large and unyielding inside you, stretching you, unlike anything you’d ever experienced. And you loved it.

Wiggling your hips experimentally, you felt Bucky’s metal fist shift infinitesimally inside you. His fingertips brushed against a spot that had you gasping, your body clenching down hard on his hand, before the sound devolved into an obscene, debauched moan.

Your eyes fluttered open with effort, and you sought Bucky, finding him partly hovering above you, watching your face like it was a wondrous thing. He was smiling down at you, his expression half fond, half feral.

“You’re so fucking filthy, little one—you’re taking my whole fist like such a filthy, perfect slut,” Bucky rumbled, shifting up the bed to capture your lips in a quick kiss.

The movement had him moving inside you, and you cried out, hips writhing as your body sough friction to add to the pleasure of being so full. Bucky swallowed the sound with a groan of his own, pulling his hand free before shoving it in again, a little rougher.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, baby,” Bucky said in between kisses. Then he sat back and watched his hand disappear inside you over and over again. “You’re taking my fist so well, such a good fucking girl.”

“Bucky, please,” you cried, rolling your hips up off the bed to fuck yourself on his hand. You looked at him, desperation in your eyes, fingers clawing at the blankets of the bed. Your voice was raspy and raw as you begged, “I need more, please!”

The grin that pulled across Bucky’s face was so feral and hungry, it would’ve stolen the breath from your lungs if you had any to spare. He held your gaze while he fucked you with his fist—going slow at first, then increasing the speed of his hand plunging into your cunt until you were a crying, quivering mess.

And still, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. All because Bucky wouldn’t touch your clit.

He wouldn’t let you go near it either, batting your hands away whenever your fingers fumbled for the aching bud. You would’ve sobbed your frustration, but the pleasure pounding through your body was too much to voice the words to beg him to make you come.

“Ready for more, little one?” Bucky asked when you were teetering on the edge of your release again, unable to tumble over without the stimulation to your clit.

There was a growing wet spot beneath your body, and your thighs were practically drenched in your desire. Near-constant tremors were shuddering through your body, leaving you helpless and shaking beneath Bucky’s bigger body. It wasn’t until Bucky repeated his question, that you even understood his words.

When you nodded, Bucky tutted. “Gonna need words, baby, d’you want more or d’you want to come like this, on my fist?”

Deep in your mind, you knew there was only one answer to give. Once Bucky had put it in your head that you could have his cock and his fist inside you—that you could be so full of him—it was the only thing you’d wanted. You wanted all of him.

He was finally home, after being gone for so long, and you wanted to be connected to him in every way possible. If it had been possible to physically fuse yourselves together more permanently, in that moment you would’ve begged for it.

Your answer to Bucky’s question was wrenched from your throat like a divine supplication. “More!”

With a grunt of acknowledgement, Bucky moved as quickly as he could, shifting onto his knees and getting into position between your thighs. Slowly, he worked his cock into your body alongside his hand, stretching you so much you felt a tiny twinge of pain, but it was quickly replaced by blinding pleasure.

The noises leaving your mouth were unintelligible, a babbling litany of Bucky’s name, moans of pleasure and sobs of “please, please, please,” even if you didn’t fully know what you were begging him for. It all mixed with the wet sounds of Bucky fucking you, pumping into your slick, swollen cunt while his fist remained buried deep.

“Oh fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” Bucky muttered somewhere above you.

It was the only warning before the thumb of his warm hand found your clit and he rubbed it, hard and fast. The second he touched your aching bud, you knew you were done for. There was nothing stopping you from tumbling off the ledge and falling into endless pleasure.

Your release burned through you like a streak of lightning, pleasure so blinding it blurred the edge of pain, filling your body and mind with so much sensation, you hung suspended in time. For a long moment, all you could do was feel—the zinging pleasure of your release, and the place where you and Bucky were connected.

Then you crashed back into your body, and sucked in a breath. Blackness receded from the edges of your vision and you caught sight of Bucky just in time to watch him succumb to his own pleasure, his jaw gritting with a groan as his cock throbbed inside you.

Your pussy was still pulsing, greedily sucking Bucky’s come deeper into your body, when he slipped his softening cock from your hole. He was even more gentle as he eased his hand from your pussy than he’d been when he’d worked it inside you.

After he finally pulled free, you huffed a little sigh of relief and, at Bucky’s murmured encouragement, gave in to the exhaustion weighing you down.

You remembered flashes of Bucky cleaning you up, tucking you into an armchair while he changed the sheets, putting his arm in the dishwasher before padding back to bed and slipping beneath the blankets. You remembered him tucking you in against his chest, his body finally settling in with yours.

Then, there was nothing but blissful, restful sleep…

“Can’t believe you feel so tight after taking my fist and my cock last night, little one,” Bucky growled as he fucked up into you while you lay across his chest, your aching nipples rubbing teasingly against the hair dusted across his pecs.

With just one arm, Bucky had you pinned to his body, your face buried in the scruff of his jaw while he bounced you on his cock and you mewled pitiful sounds of helpless pleasure. It was too much, too good, stealing the words “please” and “more” from your lips.

“Can’t believe you still wanted me to fuck this puffy pussy after all I gave you last night—such a greedy, insatiable girl,” Bucky rumbled, his tone drenched in delicious teasing that had your cunt squeezing around his cock.

You were overwhelmed by the feeling of Bucky pounding into your thoroughly used hole, the ache of soreness in your core only making the pleasure feel all the more exquisite. You wanted all of it, the pleasure and the pain. You wanted it all as a reminder of Bucky when he was gone for who knew how long.

Bucky seemed to sense your desperation and need, and he tightened his arm around your lower back, anchoring you to his body while he slowed down his pace. His strokes turned long and deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every upward thrust of his hips, making you clench tight around him and moan in his ear.

“Ya like that, little one? Ya like feeling my cock deep in your cunt—where my fist was last night?” he murmured teasingly, his mouth dragging over the apple of your cheek. It wasn’t quite a kiss, since you could feel the self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Yesss,” you answered on another moan, your hands diving into Bucky’s hair at the back of his head and clinging to him. Your thighs were shaking, your body boneless with exhaustion as you lay across his chest, all you could focus on was staying on top of him while he bounced you on his cock.

Bucky’s heavy arm was braced around your lower back like an immovable force, ensuring you couldn’t move even if you’d had the energy to.

All you could do was lay there and take him, your tits crushed to his chest, your body pressed into the layer of softness padding his hard muscles. So much of your warm skin was touching his and it drove you wild.

“Want more, Bucky—want you to fuck me so hard, I’ll be feeling you for days,” you whispered, soft, pleading cries rising in your throat and slipping from your lips. “Can’t get enough of you, can never get enough.”

“Fuck—that’s my girl,” Bucky rumbled, so much warmth in his voice you swore you could feel it. Then he picked up his pace again, fucking you hard and fast.

It was exactly what you needed. Lifting your head, you let him see the pleasure contort your face, your eyes screwing shut and your mouth dropping open as sounds of pleasure spilled from you unbidden.

He was driving you closer and closer to the edge, and you had no doubt he could feel your puffy pussy fluttering around his cock, your moans and mewls becoming more desperate.

“Come for me, little one,” Bucky growled, capturing your mouth so he could kiss you breathless. “Want to remember the feeling of you coming on my cock while I’m gone—want to dream about coming home to you.”

His hand slid to your lower back and he pushed your hips down so your legs spread wider, allowing his cock to sink even deeper into your pussy. You could feel him everywhere, from where he throbbed inside you to where your lips brushed as you both gasped for air.

You whined into Bucky’s mouth, your fingers clinging to the edges of his jaw, while he rocked your hips together. The base of his cock was grinding against your puffy clit, sending zinging sparks and delicious tingles through your entire body.

“Oh god, Bucky,” you cried, his movements pushing you over the edge. Your body pulled taut for one breathless moment, like it was holding all the pleasure inside, and then all you felt was an explosion of euphoric sensation.

A long, loud moan fell from your lips, and Bucky’s hand skimmed up your spine to wrap around the back of your neck, holding your mouth against his while he drowned in the sounds of your pleasure.

Moments later, he grunted, his cock twitching inside you as he came right after you. He buried himself to the root, spilling his seed deep in your cunt, some of it leaking out around his shaft and making a mess of your thighs.

Your bodies writhed together, basking in the pleasure for long, luxurious moments. The desperate, needy kisses of your releases turned sweet and playful, taking on a sleepy edge.

Exhaustion was tugging at the corners of your mind again, urging you to slip back into the comfortable embrace of sleep, but you fought it. You didn’t want Bucky to leave while you were asleep. You wanted to be with him until the last possible second before he had to leave.

“My sweet, greedy, insatiable girl,” Bucky rumbled when your mouths broke apart, a smile in his voice. But you pouted about the end of the kiss, and nipped at his lower lip, dragging him in for another.

It was a long while before you allowed Bucky to extricate himself from you—long enough that you both knew he was going to be late, but neither of you mentioned it.

Before he got up, Bucky rolled you onto your back and hovered above you, staring down at you like he was committing the sight to memory. The sheets were tangled around your body, and you were mussed from sleep and sex, but he looked at you like the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and your heart warmed in your chest.

Bucky ducked his head for one last kiss, murmuring, “Rest, little one,” before he stood from the bed and trudged to the bathroom.

You turned your face into his pillow and muffled a sigh of disappointment. You knew he had to leave, you’d just hoped he’d get a couple days off after being gone on such a long trip to Brooklyn.

Without Bucky beside you, you fell into a light sleep, lulled by the sound of the shower running and the muffled noises of him getting dressed. It was only when he left the bedroom and headed into the kitchen that you roused, a frown marring your face with the knowledge he’d be leaving soon.

Wrapping the sheet around your body, you dragged yourself out of bed, wincing slightly at the sting between your thighs. You knew you’d have to take it easy for the rest of the day, but it was worth it to have a reminder of Bucky nestled deep in your body, especially as his come dripped down your thighs.

You took a moment to clean up a little in the bathroom, then padded out to the kitchen. You paused, watching Bucky pull his vibranium arm from the dishwasher, a naughty smirk tugging at your lips as memories of the night before flitted across your mind again.

“You should be in bed, little one,” Bucky grumbled, fitting his arm into the socket and snapping it into place. A grimace passed over his features, and your feet were moving before you even knew what you were doing.

Moving around the kitchen island, you pressed yourself against Bucky’s back, brushing butterfly kisses to his skin between the edge of his undershirt and the socket for his arm. Your hands looped around his front, fingers digging lightly into the softness around his waist that you loved so much.

“How long will you be gone this time?” you asked in between kisses, ignoring his complaint about you getting out of bed.

Bucky braced his hands against the edge of the counter, letting out a sigh. You could feel his body relaxing, tension draining from his muscles the more you kissed his bare skin. So you kept it up, brushing your lips against the back of his neck beneath his slicked-back hair.

“Just a few days,” he muttered. His warm hand moved from the counter, laying over yours on his stomach and squeezing lightly. “I don’t like being gone so much.”

“I don’t like it either,” you whispered into his shoulder blade. “Even if the sex when you get back is phenomenal,” you added, trying to lighten the mood.

A chuckle rumbled in Bucky’s chest, but it sounded forced and you hugged him tighter.

“How about you take some vacation time after this trip,” you suggested in between more kisses to his shoulder. “We don’t have to go anywhere, we can just stay in bed the whole time.”

“If that’s what it takes to make sure you get the rest you need,” Bucky began, turning in your hold and wrapping his arms around your waist, hauling you against his chest. “Then it’s a plan.”

There was a ghost of a smirk on his face and you leaned in to kiss the corner of it. You felt his mouth curve deeper against your lips, which was your only warning before, in the next moment, he stooped down and grabbed you around your waist, tossing you over his shoulder.

You screeched in surprise and kicked your legs until Bucky’s metal arm banded around the backs of your thighs, pinning you to him—bedsheet and all—while he carried you back to the bedroom. There, he tossed you down on the bed and pointed a finger at you.

“Stay, and rest, little one,” he commanded sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Fine,” you pouted as you sat up, letting the sheet fall open and giving Bucky an eyeful of your naked body. You crossed your arms under your tits, pushing them up for good measure. “But when you get home, you’re burying your cock in me and not moving until I say so.”

Bucky shook his head a little exasperatedly, but there was an affectionate smile on his face when he bent down and grabbed your chin tight. He gave you one last kiss. “Greedy, insatiable girl,” he growled against your lips.

“Your greedy, insatiable girl,” you shot back with a sweet smile. “And it’s not my fault I can’t get enough of you, you’re just so wonderful.”

The teasing in your tone made Bucky chuckle and he pressed one final kiss to your lips before pulling away. You watched him walk out of the room with a sad smile on your face, holding tight to the lingering feeling of him between your thighs to get you through the next few days while he was gone.

True to his word, Bucky Barnes returned home a few days later, his congressional office well aware he was taking a two-week vacation, during which he was not to be interrupted.

In those two weeks, you spent all your time together. Some of it was spent resting in bed or on the couch, some of it was spent going out for food, or cooking in the kitchen together.

But most of Bucky’s time off was spent with his cock—or his fingers, or his fist—buried deep inside your body. You both craved being connected as much as possible, and with nowhere to go, there was no reason not to indulge yourselves.

You couldn’t get enough of each other, and for once, you didn’t have to worry. You could just enjoy it. You could just enjoy everything about being with Bucky Barnes. So that’s what you did.

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