sinfulcider

[sinfulcider]

Let me cut your hair

Parings: Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary: Bucky has neglected getting his hair cut for a few months and when his friend (who he has feelings for, but he somehow always forgets to mention that part) and him have some time off in the midst of a mission, waiting for a breakthrough, she offers to cut his hair for him.

Warnings: implied smut! Some fluff, I think that’s all.

          Bucky grimaced a bit as he looked in the mirror, he hadn’t really noticed how long his hair had gotten. Of course, bucky’s hair was still much shorter than it used to be, but with how busy he’d been in the past months his hair grew out into a bit of an awkward state. He didn’t have much going on today though, him and Y/n were staying in waiting for a breakthrough and Sam was visiting with Sarah while he had the time. 

Y/n knew how to cut hair, he had seen her cut her own many tims in the years he’d known her. Though she had skill, and he trusted her with his own life, let alone his hair, but he could never bring himself to ask her for a haircut.

With a heavy sigh he brushed it of and figured he’d get a haircut after they were done with everything. He flicked of the light and set his destination to the coffee pot in the kitchen, leaving the bathroom and swiftly moving to his desired area. “Hello.” Y/n greeting him with a warm smile, the soft kind of smile that made his heart melt in an instant. She could turn Bucky into a puddle of a man with one look and he loved it, but he hated it because he couldn’t tell her. He was terrified of the power she had over him and how much he was absolutely, overwhelmingly overcome with adoration and admiration for her.

Bucky gulped, pulling himself from the fuzzy warm feeling in his head that made his want to watch her face for the next five hours. “Hi,” his voice came out quieter than he’d expected, it was a bit timid, worried. His voice calmed Y/n though, grounding her in the foggy morning that made her head pound in worry for how the day might play out. Seeing him in front of hr and hearing him acknowledge her made her feel hope for a good experience.

Y/n sipped her coffee in content as her eyes followed the tall man before her, she watched him pour his coffee and rub the sleep from his eyes. Her smile never left her lips and she nearly felt giddy at seeing his beautiful face this early, despite having been near him in the mornings before the feeling never withered away. His eyes met hers once he’d gulped down a swig of coffee, the bright blue becoming fully visible and brightened as his eyes widened a bit “What?” She shrugged, “nothing.” He tilted his head like a curious puppy, making her heart flip. “You’re just pretty.” She chuckled, watching the light rose color dust his cheeks. 

Bucky cleared his throat, suddenly feeling flustered at the compliment. Y/n’s eyes wandered to his messy hair that had grown over his ear a bit too much, dark tufts of hair sticking up her and there. She craved to run her hands through the soft locks and maybe even have the privilege of cutting it, feeling it wet as she washed it in preparation and ran her fingers over his scalp, snipping at the end just enough to bring it back to it’s cleaner style, and watching his face scrunch as she dried it.

“Hey- Bucky..” she used a curious tone, grabbing his attention once again. His heart raced a bit every time she asked him a question, out of excitement, fear, worry, wonder, he wasn’t sure. “Hm?” He nearly trembled in his voice, he couldn’t understand why he was so affected. “Can I cut your hair? If you want of course I don’t know if you wanted to keep growing it out or..” 

Could Y/n read his mind? It’s like she always knew when h needed or wanted something. She always appeared to be on the same wavelength as him and it baffled him at how connected she seemed to be to him. “Uh- um.” he stammered trying to find his response, “Yeah I was actually just thinking about needing a haircut.” “Ah, we’re in sync.” She hopped off of her sat, mug in hand. He chuckled at her playful tone watching her move around to the living room that the kitchen opened up to.

Placing a seat onto a towel and grabbing her supplies sh patted the cushion, inviting Bucky to sit down. Once seated she draped a second towel over his shoulders, ruffling his hair before turning away again. “Hey now.” he laughed, “Oh hush.” She spritzed his hair, wetting it enough for it to drip and began working. 

Her wishes had come true, it was almost a dream the way she got to feel through his hair, pulling it gently and snipping the ends. Ruffling the areas she worked on to let it fall correctly. Although it was going well, she had an issue in the front with getting at a good angle, unable to comfortably hold her hands to cut. “What’s wrong?” Bucky could see her struggle a bit, worry setting in more as seconds passed. “Nothing I just, can’t get close enough comfortably.” A nervous half laugh fell from her lips, he felt the air his his face softly. He blushed enough as it was everytime she grabbed his face gently to move his head and look at his hair, and his heartrate rose everytime she leaned in close enough for her scent to flood his senses, But when the thought that just formed passed his mind it was almost too much for him to handle.

He tried to think of the words to use to invite her onto his lap in an appropriate way, not wanting to make her uncomfortable but he simply opened his arms in an inviting way with a shrug. He could she Y/n think about it and almost heard her say “Fuck it, why not?” in her head before placing herself over his legs. Her legs were on both sides of his own and his hands rested on her thighs in attempt to keep her balanced. 

Bucky’s breathing was shallow and shaky, his heart felt like it was about to break out of his chest and lap into her own, his hands shook in their place a little and his eyes searched every inch of every other area away from Y/n. 

In finishing the haircut Y/n pulled away a bit to look over him one last time, searching for any imperfections that needed fixing in her work. She gulped when her eyes met his, nearly falling into them and their stl blue beauty. She flashed a smiled to him, setting the scissors on a table next to them,”I can hear you hear beating out of your chest.” A light chuckle danced on her tongue. He inhaled deeply through his mouth, no words breaking past the lump in his throat. Bringing the towel off of his shoulders, Y/n shook it off onto the towel beneath them and ruffled his hair dry. His nose scrunched up and his eyes squeezed shut in a way that made Y/n melt all over again.

Y/n pinched his chin a bit, warm smile still playing at her lips “I’m done. You still look pretty.” a closed mouth grin flashed across his face and his eyes flicked to her lips. “You are too.” Her grin grew and before Bucky could process his own actions he leaned forward, crashing his lips to hers. Y/n immediately kissed back, their mouths moving together perfectly.

The kiss was passionate and gre hungrier with every passing second. Bucky’s flesh hand rose to hold her face and his metal hand pulled her closer by the small of her back while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Once the kiss broke for much needed air and her hands moved to his still slightly damp hair, he moved down her neck to her collar bone, biting gently. The sensation shot hat straight to Y/n’s core, making her gasp. With a roll of her hips she elicated a small moan from Bucky, she could feel him growing hard against her heat and it made her yearn for more.

“Barnes I think it’d be wise if we moved this to my bedroom.” He grinned devilishly, placing o more kiss to Y/n’s lips before picking her up and bringing her towards the room.

[sinfulcider]

Shower with our clothes on

Pairings: Bucky barnes (tfatws era) x fem!Reader

Summary: When y/n decides to deal with the stress from a rough mission in her own, slightly messy way, Bucky’s attempts to stop her fail. 

Warnings: just smut, dom!Reader & sub!Bucky kinda? 

A/N - I wrote this from a different perspective than I usually do so I apologize for any errors there might be with that.

          “There is no reason to cope with emotions in a regular way. When things start to get intense, I simply jump in the shower fully clothed.”

 I stood with my arms crossed, ending my sentence with a sigh and drawing a huff from the man in front of me. Bucky and I got along fine, really well actually. It was just tense and we wouldn’t admit how close we were.

 “Please. I’m not leaving you to make a mess of your clothes AND the floor just because we had a rough day.” He leaned against the wall beside us, his moving wafting his scent over to me slightly making my focus threaten to pull into my thoughts. An idea dawned on me quickly, “then join me,” I teased. Bucky scoffed.

 “It’s just water, James.” I said sternly, he only shook his head with a sigh, constructing his response to my adamancy. In his silence, I took my chance to slink past him into the bathroom and jump into the shower before he could stop me. 

Once bucky finally reached me, I grabbed a hold of him and pulled with an evil laugh. “NO WAIT!” “TOO LATE!�� we shared a laugh but I grew quiet at the sight of water droplets running down his face and the beautiful sound that was his laughter. “What?” His face had fallen and he spoke like a lost puppy, “nothing.” My voice was a near whisper, some of my hair stuck to my face, and my breath grew shakey. “Doll.” Bucky’s hand lifted to push the hair away, the contact making my heart flip.

Bucky made my are race like nothing before. All h had to do was brush up against me a little or look in my direction and it was over for me. I swallowed hard and thought on it, but one more look at his pretty face and I was acting on impulse in an instant.

My hands found his face in an instant, pulling him in. His lips moved with mine immediately, tongue delving in to explore my mouth. Water droplets slid between the kiss at every opportunity. The kiss passionate but slow, full of relief from countless nights wishing it would’ve happened sooner. 

Pulling away in need of air, bucky panted, laughing a little in between breathes. His eyes poured into mine, the steel blue darkening as moments passed. I smirked before I moved to his jawline, making my way to the crook of his neck. He choked back a moan “Doll I-” He halted his speech when I pulled him closer by the waist of his pants. 

Bucky’s heartbeat quickened when I unzipped his pants and grabbed his member, beginning to pump it. A whimper left his throat and his head fell to my shoulder, hips jutting forward in reaction to my painfully slow pace.

“Doll you’re killing me h-here.” He tripped on his words, letting a grunt pass when I picked up my pace. I chuckled, my breath hitting his ear causing a chill to run down his spine. Bucky’s breathe quickened even more and i could feel his body start to tense under my touch.

I lifted his face , looking over his flustered expression with a smile. I could see he was nearing his high so I slowed to a stop. “You look so pretty when you blush.” I spoke warmly, his expression grew confused. “pretty?” his voice cracked a little and he let out a breathy laugh. Bucky brought his lips to mine hungrily, tongue moving over the details of my mouth once more. 

His hands made there way to the hem of my shirt, pulling away to peel it off. Kissing down my neck, he made his way all the way down to my own waistline, removing my jeans as he did so. Then he hooked a finger in the waistband of my underwear, looking up at me with an open mouth grin falling on his face. He trailed kisses up my inner thigh, stopping to leave a mark. I brought a hand to run through his hair, moving him away from the welted flesh. I admired how pretty he looked with the water in his hair and his bright smile as he looked up at me.

Leaning forward, Bucky placed a slow kiss on my heat. I inhaled deeply, a little surprised by his action. My grip on his hair tightened slightly, bracing for what might happen. He licked along my folds teasingly, I shuttered and my head slowly leaned back, eyes closing. “Buck.” I warned, he wasn’t used to this name of his falling from my lips. I referred to him as James or Barnes nearly strictly. “Say it again.” He spoke in a dark tone. My brows furrowed and a small smile played at my my face. My breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers at my entrance. I met his gaze “Bucky.” I smiled in anticipation. I gasped when he began to lick circles on my clit and pumping his fingers slowly. 

His paced picked up when my breath quickened, fingers curving just right. I swallowed a moan, but grew to miss the feeling of his pleasure at my touch. “Bucky I-” “shhh.” He stood, not yet removing his fingers, only bringing me into another kiss and replacing his tongue where his tongue had been working before. The pace at which his fingers worked grew faster, bringing me to gasp into his mouth.

He chuckled, moving to my neck. My walls tightened around him, and I could feel him grow hard against my leg. My back arched as I felt the coil in my stomach grow tighter. My hips rolled against his hand when he hit the right spot on my neck. The coil snapped and my hands gripped the wet cloth on his back. 

I let out a moan or two, coming down from my high. Bucky drug his lip between his teeth, looking over my expression. “Oh no, you don’t get to keep this.” I chuckled, peeling his shirt off as he did mine, letting the warm water glide over his bare skin. “Or these.” I grinned, pulling the went trousers from his body, long with his boxers. He reached out for me again but I simply shook my head, grabbing a hold of his wrists and turning him around to the wall I had been against.

He let out a nervous huff at the situation. In all honesty Bucky was always more dominant in his past sexual experience. He wasn’t so sure about this but it seemed to spark something new in him, his pulse quickened, heat rose to his cheeks, and it made him pant like an over excited puppy. He grew hungrier for more by the second.

I grabbed his chin, softly pulling him into a slow, searing kiss. I grinded into his hard member, eliciting a small moan in the bottom of his throat. I made my way to his collar bone as h let out shallow breaths, making sure to leave a mark just as he did minutes ago. I buried my hands in his short hair, tugging in firmly.

“You look good like this sergent.” My hands fell to his jawline and my thumb swiped over his bottom lip, pulling it down a little. A breathy laugh poured out of him, “You don’t look too bad yourself, Doll, but if you keep talking to me like that you’re gonna have to get on top of me.”

Quickly turning off the water, I pulled him out of the bathroom and pushed him on the bed. Climbing on top of him I looked over him with a tilt of my head. I pinned his hands above his head in an instan once they went to my thighs. A surprised, slightly nervous, expression fell on his face. “No touching.”

“What are you gonna-” “Shhh.” a blush crept upon his cheeks, making me grin. I traveled down bucky’s body, taking hold of his shaft once I reached his waist. He inhaled deeply, attempting to maintain composure. I licked a stripe along the underside of his member, watching his mouth fall open with a whimper.

His chest inflated when I took his full length in my mouth, head falling back and eyes closing in pleasure. I began to bob up and down slowly and a moan flooded out of his mouth in response. Bucky’s hand reached down to squeeze the sheets when my pace picked up. I hummed in approval at the sight of him, sending a shiver down his spine that made him buck his hips. 

I pulled of at the warnings of him getting close. Bucky’s chest heaved while I climbed him once more. Holding his face I my hand, I admired his glistening, pleasure ridden face, “Look at you, Barnes.” I lowered myself onto him slowly, shakily inhaling at the feeling of him inside me. Bucky was still panting heavily, holding back. “Let me hear those noises.” I spoke low in his ear, nearly cooing. A smile tugged at my lips.

I lifted myself off of him nearly completely before falling back onto him. I continued moving my hips, rolling them with his. Soon, Bucky was a mess of moans and whimpers beneath me. “You’re so good.” I cood, kissing him passionately. I let him begin to roam my body with his hands. I rested my forehead against his, letting his moans pour into my mouth, our hot breaths joining together.

I planted more searing kisses down his neck, finding his sweet spot and bringing his back to an arch. “Y/N, Doll I-” he lost his words in a breathy moan. “I know.” I reassured him, naring my own climax. My face fell to the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around me as the heat in my core burst, bringing me to my high while he followed soon after. Bucky let out one last grunt, pulling out a minute later. 

He held me close with shakey breathes ringing out into the room around us. “I think I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.” He spoke softly, a small laugh left my lips. I pulled his face close, placing a kiss on his lips. He hummed happily, “let’s not make this a one time thing.” Bucky narly pleaded, “You got it, soldier.”