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Bucky Barnes pt.2

*original Bucky Barnes post can be found here*

🦋 sinners and saints 🦋

@nastybuckybarnes

🦋 play pretend 🦋

@kinanabinks

🦋 call of the wild 🦋

@syven-siren

🦋 it's the shirt 🦋

@buckyownsmylife

🦋 what's it like 🦋

@duuhrayliegh

🦋 bikini 🦋 cane corso 🦋 ask nicely 🦋 girlfriend 🦋 code word 🦋 chicken 🦋 pornstar!bucky 🦋 fbro 🦋 main masterlist 🦋

@bucksfucks

🦋 what are friends for 🦋

@bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

🦋 face sitting 🦋

@psychedelic-ink

🦋 take it 🦋

@buckmepapi

🦋 my number is 0 🦋

@jaaneymann

🦋 gentle 🦋

@vibraniumcollar

🦋 teasing 🦋

@sluttystucky

🦋 pushing your luck 🦋

@lilacletter

🦋 the arm 🦋

@stargirlfics

🦋 accidental pictures 🦋

@alisonsfics

🦋 five 🦋

@killatravtramp

🦋 two doors down 🦋

@queerpumpkinnn

🦋 marry me? nah. marry me? yeah. 🦋

@antiquarianfics

🦋 drunkenly in love 🦋 look don't touch 🦋

@kurogxrix

🦋 a fragile mind or a fragile heart 🦋

@lvrdrafts

🦋 masterlist 🦋

@winterarmyy

🦋 oral 🦋

@itiswormtimebaby

[pxrplebxtterfly]

Recommendations ･:*･ﾟ

Hiiiii!!!! These are all the fic recommendations that I’ve read and loveee! They’re all one-shots and if a few aren’t, that probably is because they’re part of a small series. All credit goes to these authors and their wonderful writing skills. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading all these posts by talented individuals and authors!

❤︎ Rafe Cameron ❤︎

Brotherly Love by @sweetestdesire

Bubblegum Bitch by @cherienymphe

Soft-Handed by @onsunnyside

★ Bucky Barnes ★

Don't by @1-800-jjbarnes

3 Weeks Waiting by @alwaysf0rev3r

Summer Sins by @wintersldr1

No Place I'd Rather Be by @bonky-n-steeb

Freak In The Sheets by @buckycuddlebuddy

Look At Me by @buckys-p1um

♱ Sam Winchester ♱

@uncouth-the-fifth's entire masterlist

𖤐 Dean Winchester 𖤐

Unsaid by @narcissisticmf

ꕤ Chris Evans ꕤ

Experience by @bucksfucks

❁ Ari Levinson ❁

Flamingo King by @onsunnyside

Big Boy: Study Break by @onsunnyside

Fraternal Instincts 1 by @onsunnyside

A Helping Hand by @junipermuses

♡︎ Ransom Drysdale ♡︎

A Little Help by @royalsweetteaa

⍟ Steve Rodgers ⍟

Perfect by @tempestuous-lush

Thank You, Daddy by @junipermuses

Golden Boy by @bucksfucks

House Sitting by @angelkhi

✽ Andy Barber ✽

En Voyage by @onsunnyside

Hold Me Down by @hansensgirl

➷ JJ Maybank ➷  

What Friends Are For by @onsunnyside

♪ Harry Styles ♪

Milking The Grip by @awideworldoffanfics

[bucksfucks]

happy accident

summary: an accidental nude turns out to be the best mistake of your life. 

pairing: dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count: 3,003 words

warnings: age-gap [reader is 25 & bucky is 39], talk of parents, talk of heartbreak & breakup, sexting, nudes, pet-names [baby & peach(s)], lots of flirting and kissing, soft!dom!bucky, dom/sub dynamics, panty gagging [in reader’s mouth], oral [reader receiving], multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on reader’s chest, mention of drinking, mention of masturbation, nipples + tit play, mocking & degradation, taunting, teasing — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

There was nothing worse than being confined to your parents house after your apartment had to undergo emergency repairs that left you temporarily moving back into your childhood home.

Because fate was cruel and the universe was laughing at you.

Not to mention the fact that you hadn’t gotten properly laid in around six months.

This was some sick and twisted joke being played on you and you wanted to scream in pure frustration because how the hell were you supposed to masturbate in your parents house?

Maybe it wouldn’t have been too bad if your neighbour, your father’s best friend, wasn’t a total fucking beefcake.

You didn’t know Bucky until you met him two years ago for your 23rd birthday right before he dropped the news that he would moving into the neighbourhood.

It was then that you quickly learned that Bucky was nothing but a fucking tease.

Finding every possible way to rile you up, leave you flustered, and absolutely tripping over your words.

Then something happened on New Years that would shift the course of whatever the fuck your relationship with Bucky was.

You were sad. Entirely upset and sobbing after the few glasses of champagne over your shit-bag ex posting a story of him and his new girlfriend.

No, he didn’t cheat on you.

No, he just broke your heart.

Bucky found you outside, tear and mascara stained cheeks as he extended that bionic arm and pulled you up.

He didn’t say anything, holding you close before he began dancing with you.

The fireworks being set off, welcoming the New Year, cause Bucky to tilt your chin up before your lips met his.

It left you dizzy, his lips tasting of your dad’s expensive scotch you once tried only to grimace at the smoky, burning flavour.

But it tasted good on Bucky’s lips.

When he pulled away, whispering a faint Happy New Year, Peach, you wanted to pull him in by that worn-in leather jacket he was always seen in and kiss him again.

Except you didn’t.

Bucky placed a kiss to your cheek and retreated back inside and left you even more sexually frustrated.

Nothing ever happened, neither of you initiated anything more despite the flirty texts you continued to send each other for the next few months.

Before the conversation died out completely.

You would get the occasional hey, how are you text before quickly catching up. But being in a completely different city made it difficult for anything to go further than just that.

Flirting.

Now you were back home and you knew that Bucky saw your old, piece of crap car in the driveway.

You were home with absolutely nothing to do and for once, you had the house to yourself.

This was a big deal. You could finally take care of yourself and maybe get a good nights sleep that didn’t involve another sex dream.

A Bucky sex dream.

You had to get him off your mind, sinking into the bath you ran yourself and grabbing your phone to text your best friend.

Advice. What you needed was advice from her.

Well, more like justifying your bad idea.

That’s what best friends are for, though, right?

There was someone back home, a sweet man who always brought you your favourite hot beverage in the middle of the day.

His name was Ben and after an office work party, you had both ended up falling into bed with each other.

It was your typical no strings attached sort of relationship. No feelings and no messes, just mediocre sex.

Ben was sweet, he tried his best, but he never quite got it right. You were worried that he thought you were losing interest because of the nearly four months of celibacy, but your schedules never lined up.

And well, if you couldn’t get laid. You might as well indulge in some reckless sexting as you let your vibrator do the rest.

You also had to admit, the bath selfie was hot.

Showing just enough skin, but not too much to give everything away.

Needless to say you were excited to finally get some sort of action, even if it was virtual.

Except you were just a little too excited, clicking the first ‘B’ contact that popped up and typing away without even realizing it.

Your trigger finger would be your demise, you had always expected it. But this? Oh this was so much fucking worse.

Not only had you sexted your father’s best friend, who you also ended up kissing, but you had sent him a nude.

At least it was tasteful?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

You wanted to scream when you saw those three bubbles pop up. He saw it and now, he was typing something probably along the lines of what the fuck?

It’s a situation you never thought you’d be in. Never hoped you’d be in. Yet here you were, cooking bath water and bubbles that had begun to fade as you accepted your fate.

Oh Peach… read his reply.

This is just cruel. You have any idea what this is doing to me? ;)

It’s when you shot up, deciding that you were done with the bath because Bucky fucking Barnes was sexting back.

Your hands were shaking, heart racing and your core was aching because of his reply. A string of words had gotten you riled up, enough to wrap a towel around your body and sprint back to your room.

Your reply was bold.

Show me then, Barnes.

You really don’t know where your confidence came from, but you suspected it to be from how fucking desperate you were.

The bubbles popped up again, then stopped, and then up again before…

Fuck.

There he was, grabbing his cock through the sweatpants he was wearing and you couldn’t pry your eyes away from how big he was.

Another text from Bucky.

You gonna come help me, Peach? Or am I gonna have to take care of this myself?

There is no way in hell he was taking care of it himself.

Your reply was rushed and you were thankful for autocorrect as you threw your phone on your bed.

Be there in 5.

Fuck your bra, it didn’t matter as you grabbed a new and lacy pair of panties. You pulled on the closest pair of shorts and nearest shirt before flying down the stairs and shoving your feet in a pair of Birkenstocks.

Then you were out the door with your phone in hand as you made the short and quick trip to Bucky’s.

His house was dark, not a single light on as you knocked on his front door only for it to be opened immediately.

Bucky pulled you in, a soft yelp leaving your lips before the door was shut, locked, and you were pressed against it.

Both of your chests were heaving, pressed tightly against each other’s as Bucky smirked.

“Hey there, Peach. Missed me?” You rolled your eyes, trying to squirm against him.

“Oh I wouldn’t do that,” he purred. “Unless you plan on getting on your knees and opening that pretty little mouth of yours.”

God, you had forgotten just how insufferable Bucky really was.

He was charming and cocky, but above all he was a fucking tease.

“What? Not even gonna buy me a drink first?” You tease back, continuing to squirm because you can feel him growing harder against you.

He chuckles, deep and low.

“Oh baby,” his nose runs along your jaw. “I promise to get you a drink after I fuck you absolutely stupid.”

The whimper you let out is pathetic before Bucky’s lips are swallowing your moans. They’re soft, but his stubble is rougher against your skin as you tangle your fingers in his shirt.

“Bucky,” you let out softly causing him to swear under his breath. “Fuck.”

“My name sounds s’fuckin’ good coming from your lips, Peach.” He groans, fingers digging into your hips trying to anchor your body to his.

Bucky doesn’t remember the last time he felt like this; young, alive, and happy. 

But right now, kissing you and having your body so close that he can feel your erratic heartbeat? He doesn’t want the moment to last because maybe he’s been waiting for a sign to make a move on you.

“This is so wrong.” Bucky mumbles against your lips as you shake your head and pull away.

The look in your eyes is intoxicating, glimmering and shining with lust and mischief. 

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” you whisper, hands running up his chest and Bucky thinks he’s fallen in love. 

Whatever the fuck he was feeling, his dick was telling him that this is exactly what he needs. The consequences don’t fucking matter when you’re in his arms. 

“I’ll just have to find a way to make sure your screams are muffled.” He retorts, quickly pulling you into his bedroom where you’re flung onto his large and comfortable bed. 

You’d never been in Bucky’s room, let alone his home, but it’s exactly what you expected.

Minimal decorations, no pictures, and grim. 

His bedroom is no different, dark blue sheets and two pillows is all that’s found on the bed as you turn your head back to watch him hovering over you. 

He leans down, placing teasing kisses to the column of your throat before you feel his warm breath against your ear, “but I can always stuff your panties in your mouth to shut you up.” 

You gasped, watching the way his eyes were now almost entirely engulfed by his pupils. His hands roamed your body, wasting little time in tearing your clothes off. 

“You’ve been invading my dreams ever since I saw that beat up car of yours in the driveway.” He mumbles, your tits in his hands and the juxtaposition of warm and ice-cold is enough to send a chill down your spine. 

“Ever since New Years,” he adds. “I haven’t been able to shake you from my mind.”

Your nipples are hard, rolled between his thumb and index finger as he places kisses between your breasts. 

“And by the looks of it,” he smirks, eyes meeting yours. “You’re awfully needy for me too.”

He runs a single finger up your panty covered core, focusing on the small wet-patch as you let out a soft whimper at the touch. 

“That picture wasn’t for me, was it, Peach?” He then asks, hooking two fingers in the cotton fabric, waiting for your answer. 

You just shake your head, “no.” 

He’s not offended, he’s amused as he barks out a laugh and rips the final layer of clothing off your body before bunching it and shoving your panties into his back pocket. 

“Well I hate to break it to you,” he’s got a carnal look to him, hungry for a taste of you as he drinks in your naked form. 

“But after tonight, no man will ever compare to me.” His words hit you like a freight train and knock the air from your lungs leaving you gasping when he pries your legs apart.

It’s when he peels his shirt off of his body that you can really see just how strong he is. His muscles ripple with his movements, jeans still tight against his legs as he falls over top of you.

“Now open wide, I don’t want anyone hearing you screaming my name when you’re supposed to be a good girl sitting at home.” He winks, grabbing your discarded panties and stuffing them in your mouth.

He hums, “so pretty like this, Peach.”

You’re practically on the verge of tears when he finally crawls between your legs. 

When he finally touches you, giving you sweet, sweet satisfaction is when you know that no other man will ever come close to making you feel like you do right now. 

Bucky isn’t just experienced, he’s intuitive. 

He listens to your body, keeping mental notes of what makes your toes curl only to do it better.

“Aww don’t tell me you’re about to come, I was having so much fun,” he taunts, chin wet but fingers still curled knuckle deep inside of you. 

Your moans are muffled by the panties, only fuelling Bucky’s own arousal as he realizes just how submissive you are. 

“Come for me, Peach. Be a good girl and show me what I’m doing to you.” He praises before you’re clenching around his fingers, thrown into the best orgasm of your life. 

A feeling you knew only Bucky could give you. 

You don’t have time to catch your breath, not when Bucky is rising to his height and tearing his pants off of his legs.

“Holy fuck,” you gasp. Bucky looks at you with a knowing look as your jaw drops. 

“There’s no way you’re gonna fit.” He was massive, and now you knew that Bucky was a double threat. 

A man with a big dick that actually knew how to use it. Not to mention the way he was able to make you fall apart over his face in minutes.

A triple fucking threat. 

He cocks his head to the side, wrapping a flesh hand around himself. 

“We’ll make it fit, Peach. Don’t you worry.” He growls, the mattress dipping under his weight and you’re half expecting him to flip you onto your hands and knees. 

“Uh uh,” he tsks. “There’s no way in hell I’m passing up the opportunity to watch you take me, baby.”

You shiver, spine tingling as you feel the weight of him against your thigh.

“Look at me,” he whispers, titling your chin up. “I’m here to make you feel good. To take care of you.”

You swallow thickly, throat dry as ever and it feels like you’re gulping down sand before Bucky kisses you again.

It’s much gentler this time around, “let me know if you want to stop.” 

You just shake your head, whining out a pathetic “no.”

“Then lay back for me and relax, Peach.” He purrs and you’re sinking back into the pillow as he runs his cock through your folds, collecting the new rush of arousal. 

He locks eyes with you before pushing in, slipping into you easier than he expected but it only makes him spit out a strangled moan, “shit.”

“God, you feel s’fuckin’ good. Tight and warm.” He groans, slowly pushing deeper and deeper into you as you welcome the stretch. 

A feeling you hadn’t felt in months, slowly growing accustomed to Bucky’s size. 

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Look at’cha,” he bares his teeth when he grins, looking down at you.

Bucky’s hands massage your pelvis, hips, and thighs as he bottoms out in you, loosening and relax your tense muscles. You hadn’t realized how much it was helping until you fluttered your eyes open. 

“There you are,” he coos. “Can you feel how deep ‘side you I am?” He poses the question teasingly. 

His hand is placed over your lower tummy, adding pressure as you moan, “oh.”

“That’s me, Peach. I’m right here,” he whispers, moving his hips gently, rocking into you steadily as you grip the bedsheets. 

“And now,” he smirks, gripping onto the headboard. “I get to watch you get fucked.”

He doesn’t hold back, snapping his hips against yours, relishing in the way the room fills with the sound of slapping skin. 

“So pretty under me, baby. You look like such a pretty sub, y’know that?” He growls, taking hold of your cheeks. 

You didn’t know that, but you’re sure as hell glad that Bucky said it because it caused sparks to shoot through you as his pelvis bumped against your clit. 

“That’s exactly what you are,” he smirks. “My pretty little sub.”

Bucky tapped into your needs and desires so quickly. Or maybe you had been giving off hints and clues throughout the years, he has known you for two years now. 

“Look at me, Peach,” he growls. “You’re gonna look at me when you come, understand?” 

He’s not stern, instead, he’s almost begging you to look at him when pleasure consumes. And you nod, letting him know that you would do exactly what he wants. 

“Good girl,” he purrs, thrusts growing far less calculated and much more desperate before your jaw drops and you’re unable to stop the moans from flowing freely past your lips. 

“Could listen to you moan all damn day, fuck.” Bucky pants, “‘specially when I get to pump you full of my cum.”

You shudder, aftershocks still flowing through you before Bucky quickly pulls out and finishes over your chest with a low moan you would be thinking of for the rest of your life. 

TWO WEEKS LATER. 

“Hey Buck,” you chirp, picking the phone up as you hop into bed. 

“Hey Peaches.” He replies with a laugh, “what’re you up to?” 

You sigh, playing with the old blanket on your bed, “nothing much, I think I’ll call an early night.”

He chuckles again, “you’re missing me that much, huh?” 

You roll your eyes, shaking your head, “can you blame me? If anything this is your fault. You’re the one that ruined men for me.”

And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Well then quit pouting and open your damn door so I can finally have you all to myself, Peach.” 

You don’t even have time to end the call before you’re racing to your front door, weaving through your apartment and hurdling into Bucky’s arms. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” You laugh as he shrugs his shoulders.

“What? I can’t surprise my girl?” He asks innocently, putting you back down on the ground.

“Plus,” he smirks. “You expect me to send me a photo of you wearin’ my shirt and not expect me to race over so I can fuck you sideways.”

Your jaw drops, thrown onto the bed before Bucky is crawling over you, peppering kisses over your body. 

Sending an accidental nude to Bucky was the best worst decision of your life. 

[bucksfucks]

fuck you (derogatory)

summary: a ruined mission turns to you & bucky fucking it out.

pairing: tfatws!bucky x f!reader

word count: 2,511 words

warnings: enemies to fuckers, injury [ankle & ribs], food mention, blood mention, size kink, so much bickering, mocking, and degradation, pet names [kitty], hate sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, bucky finished on reader, orgasm denial, edging, teasing, dom!bucky — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

The ground beneath your feet felt like glass. Digging into the arch of your foot as twigs and pebbles crunched and snapped under your weight. The act of lifting your feet was exhausting after getting body slammed a couple times.

“Can you hurry up?” Bucky then snapped, a few feet in front of you as you stopped to glare at him.

“No.” You spat back, resuming the same, turtle-like pace as Bucky groaned and rolled his eyes in pure annoyance.

He waited for you to catch up, heels digging into the dirt below his combat boots as he strutted off again.

That was the fundamental difference between you and Bucky; he was a super-soldier, but you were just a damn good spy.

“We’re not gonna make it back before it gets dark if you keep up this pace.” He doesn’t even turn his head to look at you as you mime strangling him as a way to get out your frustrations.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re scared of the dark, Barnes.” You mock him, nearly hearing the way his head snaps back and he has a look on his face that says he bites.

“Maybe if you just followed my fucking orders we wouldn’t be here.” He barked and you felt your blood boiling.

How fucking dare he blame the mission going to shit on you?

You were ambushed, it was two to a hundred men in armoured suits with God-like powers that even Bucky had trouble fighting them off.

“Because your orders were stupid.” You hissed, finally catching up to him, intent on passing him before he gripped at your upper arm and grit his teeth.

His jaw was locked.

“And now look where we are,” he snarled.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying.” He bared his teeth at you, dropping your arm as you threw daggers at him with your eyes.

Both of your chests were heaving, there was dried blood on his eyebrow and your ribs were aching and possible broken or at the very least, fractured.

“Now keep up.” He said harshly, taking a step as you finally got to the end of your fuse.

“I’m not a fucking super-soldier!” The birds flew off their branches, startled at the loudness of your words as Bucky turned to look at you again.

His face softened, barely, before he sighed.

“Get on my back then,” he finally said and you laughed.

“I’m serious,” he reiterated. “It’s faster if I carry you.”

You shook your head, laughing still as you passed by him.

“No fucking way, Barnes. We get there when we get there.”

He groaned, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn’t quite make out, but you were certain that it was something about how much of a pain in the ass you were.

This is how every mission went with Bucky, well, minus the getting ambushed part, that never happens.

But the bullying and fighting? Oh yeah. That was normal.

It had gotten so bad that you and Bucky usually weren’t allowed to be left alone in conference rooms because everyone was scared that you would either throw each other through it.

Or end fucking on the floor for all to see.

That thought had entered your mind more than once.

Sex usually shut a man up and you were desperate to get a moment’s of peace.

It didn’t help that you were forced to share a motel room with Bucky, getting complaints from every neighbour about the constant fighting and bickering.

Plus, it had been far too fucking long since you’ve gotten laid and you could use it.

God knows there was no way you could sneak an orgasm in the shower when hot water doesn’t exist in the first place at cheap motels.

Not to mention that Bucky Barnes is enhanced. And a light sleeper. If he caught you trying to get yourself off he would never let it go.

You were so close to saddling him up and riding him as a way to get him to shut the fuck up because while the man was hot as hell; you hated him.

The five kilometre hike through the woods back to the ironically named Lover’s Lane motel shouldn’t have taken as long as it did.

Because there was no way you were getting on Bucky’s back and your ankle had started showing tell-tale signs of swelling as your limp grew more noticeable.

“Oh my God,” Bucky said, exasperated.

“It’s like watchin’ Bambi learn how to walk. Will you just get on my back so I can carry you the rest of the way?”

Bucky was quite literally begging you at this point, anxious to get into a shower and well, yeah, you were too.

You didn’t say anything as you hopped onto his back, getting a piggyback from the six foot five super-soldier as your legs swung against his thighs.

It was kind of nice. He was warm, and the sun had set a little while ago, cold night air started to creep beneath the fabric of your clothes.

The motel was in your sights, right on the horizon and you and Bucky blew sighs of relief.

You had to admit, Bucky was fast and quiet as he weaved through the trail, taking a few shortcuts until you were sneaking back into the hotel room with the rusty key you’d been given.

Bucky’s kindness didn’t last long, because the second the door shut he dropped you from his back as you barely had enough time to catch yourself.

A hiss left your lips when you tried to apply weight to your ankle, groaning as you realized that this would most definitely take more than a single night to heal.

Sometimes you were incredibly jealous at the serum running through Bucky’s veins, because the cut above his eyebrow was nearly healed.

“I’m gonna get you some ice for your ankle.” Bucky grumbled, not giving you a choice or chance to respond before he was off to the ice machine.

You took the chance to take the shower first, grabbing a change of clothes and letting the lukewarm water wash the dirt and blood off of your body.

Bucky made his entrance loud right as you turned the water off.

The bed was calling your name. That and an entire large, greasy pizza to yourself as you pulled your clothes over your body and stepped out of the bathroom.

“You better not have used up all of the hot water.” Bucky grumbled as you just scoffed at him and made your way to the bed to ice your ankle.

You watched him disappear into the bathroom, a few moments of silence as you checked your phone for any updates.

Bucky’s showers never lasted long, he was bred on efficiency and speed and it made you wonder if that’s how he fucked.

Your thoughts were interrupted by towel clad Bucky emerging into the bedroom making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Put some clothes on, no one wants to see that.”

His towel clung to his hips, just barely hanging on for dear fucking life as you averted your eyes back to nothing on your phone.

Bucky chuckled, deep and low as a dark smirk spread over his lips.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask.” He snickered and you tossed your phone to the end of the bed.

“Why?” You narrowed your eyes at him, “so you can fuck me for two minutes and ask me if I came?”

Bucky was eerily calm for the words that just came out of your mouth. And that couldn’t be good.

“Oh, have you forgotten?” He took a step closer to where you were sat on the bed.

“I’m a super-soldier, kitty.” The pet name sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

“I’m not like the men you see on the streets. I’m so much better.” He’s nearly purring right in your face as you feel his hot breath.

You gulp, swallowing thickly.

“Besides.” He smirks, “I hear you callin’ my name in your sleep. That cunt of yours is practically beggin’ for my touch.”

Oh fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

For the first time in forever, you were at a loss for words.

Complete speechless as Bucky straightened his spine.

There’s a weird tension in the air, thick and palpable and maybe you’re trying to see the thing that you want to see, but there’s a growing tent under Bucky’s towel.

“Fucking you won’t change the way I feel about you,” you finally manage to say.

Though your voice is raspy and weak, confidence faltering entirely as Bucky laughs.

“You may still hate me, but you’ll love my cock.”

Fuck him.

He throws a wink in your direction.

“Come and get it, Kitty.”

Oh how you hate him, but you want this too bad so you have to swallow your pride as adrenaline courses through your body temporarily relieving the aching of your ankle.

You’re quick, but Bucky is much faster and he can see right through you.

He has you pinned against the wall, slamming you against it so hard the painting falls off with an unceremonious thud.

“Aww, you’re so cute.” He mocks you.

“I know you think you’re tough and shit.” His words are like venom seeping through your pores.

“But I’m still the super-soldier. Which means your cute ‘lil sparring moves are useless.”

His hips rut against yours, bulge growing and fuck he feels big already.

It had been too long since you’d gotten laid, you needed this. But you weren’t too happy about feeding Bucky’s ego.

“Quit making excuses and let’s get to fucking.” You huff, squiring under him and it makes him groan as his dick twitches.

He doesn’t say anything, instead he slams his lips against yours in a harsh and messy kiss. It’s teeth and tongue, clanging and fighting for control as he gropes your ass.

“You may be fuckin’ annoying.” He pants. “But your ass distracts me on every goddamn mission.”

He’s squeezing the supple flesh, giving it ample attention before you’re yanked off the wall and thrown onto one of the beds.

It creaks under both of your weights, Bucky pinning you to the bed as you begin tearing off each other’s clothing.

Well, the towel that covers Bucky.

It’s clear that you’re both desperate.

Your panties are soaked, drenched, and you know Bucky is going to say something the second he glides his fingers through your folds.

“I’m not surprised at how wet you are, Kitty.” He grins devilishly.

“‘Cause I could smell you a whole 15 minutes ago when you stepped out of the shower.”

Goosebumps rise to your skin as his cold digits come in contact with your clit, rubbing it before he’s coating his fingers further.

“Or when you’re asleep and practically humping your pillow in your sleep.” He continues to tease you, fingering you slowly.

“You make the prettiest fucking sounds for someone who gets on my nerves every waking hour.”

He then pauses, palming both your tits.

“And now I finally get to taste you, Kitty.” You know what he’s doing, bending your legs for you before sinking to the edge of the bed.

He inhaled sharply, “fuck.”

“Didn’t think I’d ever see such a cute pussy.” You’re writhing under him and he hasn’t even touched you.

“Bucky I swear to God—“

He cuts you off with a lick to your core, hot tongue lapping at whatever you have to offer him and it sends you into a frenzy.

“Don’t be fucking greedy,” he growls against you, the vibrations a pleasant surprise as he continues to ear you out like a starving man.

It’s messy, Bucky spitting over you before he’s teasing you with two thick fingers.

Two thick fingers that curl deep inside of you until you’re on the brink of your orgasm and nearly in tears.

“All you gotta do is say the magic word, Kitty.” He taunts you, keeping you right on the brink as you let out a cross between a sob and a whine.

“Please,” you croak. “I just wanna come.”

He pauses inside of you, feeling your walls fluttering around him before his mouth is around your clit again.

You’re falling apart, and it hits you harder than you expected.

So hard that you think you’re about to black out.

Bucky’s panting, cock hard and heavy against your hip as you manage to open your eyes just in time for him to slot his lips over yours.

“I just wanted to hear you beg.” He smirks, watching the way you roll your eyes, but he pinches you inner thigh.

“Don’t get an attitude or you won’t get my cock.”

You just huff, “it’s not like I know what I’m missing out on.”

You shrug.

You see the way Bucky’s pupils dilate at your words.

That’s when you’re flipped over, harsh spank to your right cheek as Bucky places a bionic arm between your shoulder blades as an attempt to keep you pinned to the bed.

You whimper.

“Well then why don’t I fucking show you.” He purrs, pushing the tip of his cock into you.

It makes you shiver, whining under him, “Bucky.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He cooes mockingly, but he stops halfway.

You’re wiggling your hips, or at least you’re trying to. But he does t budge.

“I could just stay like this,” he whispers in your ear.

“I could even just fuck your thighs, leave you a drippin’ mess.” He threatens as you gurgle out a no.

He chuckles deeply, “then beg.”

You close your eyes, Bucky’s cock half inside of you as you suck in a harsh breath.

“Please.”

“I said beg, not use your manners.”

You’re soaking him, coating him in your arousal at this point.

“Fuck me, Bucky. Please. I-I need you, please.” You hiccup, once again on the verge of tears as he hums.

“We’ll work on that,” he teases, but pushes in until he’s balls deep.

He leaves you quivering, the position making it easy for him to hold you down as he absolutely fucks you.

And he fucks you hard.

You’re not sure if the bed is going to survive the night, but you don’t give a single shit. Because Bucky is balls deep inside of you and letting out the filthiest moans.

“This doesn’t change anything.” He pants.

“I still hate your fucking guts.”

His thrusts are slowly getting sloppy.

“The only difference now,” you squeak when he hits the spot, making sure to concentrate all his efforts on doing that again.

“Is that I’m in your guts.”

Your coil snaps, biting down on the gross motel sheets as you come.

Bucky pulls out, fisting his cock and painting your back and ass with a shudder and moan that rumbles through the room before it’s silent again as he falls onto the bed beside you. 

“God,” he pants. “I really fuckin’ hate you, but I might be in love with your pussy.”

[bucksfucks]

dilf practice

summary: baby making sex with your husband.

pairing: tfatws!bucky x f!reader

word count: 2,521 words

warnings: talk of having kids, baby making sex [unprotected], intrusive thoughts [for bucky], pet-name [petal], baby-making sex positions, squirting, blowjob, oral, cum-play, praise kink, mocking & degradation [name called - slut], dumbification, alludes to public sex, soft and sweet moments — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

Bucky Barnes wanted a baby. He wanted a family, a family that was his. A family with you. It was apparent that he’d been longing for it for as long as you could remember. 

For a super-soldier ex Russian spy, he wasn’t that sneaky. 

A list of baby names scribbled onto a piece of paper, tucked away in the pages of his favourite book.

The computer search history asking questions of how long does it take to get pregnant? A tab holding the question of best positions to make a baby? And, your favourite one yet, is 106 too old to be a dad?

Bucky had caught the baby fever. 

You think it was because Sam had become a new dad and Bucky jumped at the opportunity of babysitting whenever you guys could, offering his help whenever, and even asking Sam questions about fatherhood. 

It was sweet, wholesome, endearing, and it made you uncontrollably horny. 

Because Bucky? As a fucking DILF? Fuck, yes. 

Then he finally let it slip, cuddled up in bed, a comfort movie playing on the TV, but Bucky couldn’t pay attention to anything but the thought of starting a family with you. 

“I wanna have a baby,” he blurted, his heart racing as you turned to look at him all while trying to hide the smile that was threatening to break free across your face. 

“I wanna make you a mom,” he added, twiddling his thumbs and you could tell you nervous he was. 

You reached out for his hand, cold and sleek, as you squeezed the prosthetic. 

“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that, Buck,” you whisper softly, running your finger over where Bucky had his wedding band engraved where his fourth finger meets his knuckles. 

He’d worried about how he would find a ring, but he found a better, more permanent solution to that problem and it only made you fall more in love with him as he engraved your initials on his palm. 

That way, he could hold you no matter where you were. 

“Really?” He sounds surprised as he pulls you onto his lap. You have to giggle, because he really was oblivious for the deadliest assassin to ever step foot on American soil. 

“I wanna have your baby, Bucky. I wanna have as many babies as we want.” His eyes gloss over because truthfully, who would want to have a family with a monster like Bucky?

It took years of therapy, and Bucky was doing much better, but that’s the thing about intrusive thoughts; they never leave you alone.

So when Bucky got down on one knee, shaky hands holding the velvet box, he was sure that you would say no to his proposal. 

But he had to admit, hearing you say that you want to carry his baby...his dick twitched at the thought.

And you noticed, because you smirked, raising an eyebrow, “should we get started tonight?” 

That’s all it took for Bucky to flip you over, have you writhing under him as he whispered about how full he was going to have you. That you would be leaking by the time he was done with you. 

Sex with Bucky was always mind-fucking-blowing. 

But baby-making sex with Bucky?

Well it made you almost fucking astral project as he stepped up his already perfect game in the hopes of filling you with enough of his seed to make you nice and round. 

And so, when you got your period the next month, you had to remind Bucky that it was going to take a little time. Even with his super-sperm, you were still human at the end of the day. 

But Bucky just quirked an eyebrow, stepped closer to you and trapping you against the counter as he whispered, “guess that means I’ll be findin’ every and any excuse to pump you full of come, isn’t that right, Plum?”

Leave it to Bucky to have you squirming at 10:32 AM on a Thursday morning. 

It didn’t stop there, no, not when you were wearing Bucky’s favourite sundress to the park. 

“You really expect me not to take you when you wear this?” He groans as his already wandering hands are grabbing and squeezing at your ass as you let out a soft giggle. 

Okay, yeah. So maybe this was part of your plan. 

“Baby my dick is so hard, I can’t go back there,” he whisper-yells pitifully as you’re hiding in the small wooded area. 

The fallen tree branches crunch underneath both of your feet as he has you pressed up against a thick wooden tree. It scratches at your exposed skin, but you don’t care now that Bucky’s hiking your dress up and...

“Oh you little,” he can’t even finish his sentence as he meets your bare pussy. 

He meets your eyes, they’re hungry as he licks his lips, “my little slut wanted to get fucked in the middle of the fucking woods, huh?”

God, if this is how you and Bucky get pregnant, it would be one hell of a story. 

See that’s the thing about Bucky; if he wants it, he’s making damn well sure that he’s getting it.

It had been a few months of trying to get pregnant, being given the all clear by the doctors, so really all you had to do was have stupid amounts of sex.

Bucky fist-bumped the doctor, he cheered and joked that the doctor had literally prescribed you guys sex. 

He was just an overgrown fratboy with the skillset of someone who the KGB used to be afraid of. 

But truthfully, that’s exactly what you had left to do. And Bucky was very proud of his craft which meant he always left you shaking at the end of the night, kissing you and telling you how proud of you he was. 

Tonight was no different.

Dinner had been left on the table, cold and uneaten as Bucky pressed you against the wall and wedged his thigh between your legs only to pull back to gauge you reaction to the words that would come from his mouth next.

“I’m hungry for something a little sweeter tonight, Plum. And I’m feeling greedy.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, gasping softly when he dug his thick, cool digits into the flesh of your cheeks effectively holding your face in whatever position he chose. 

“Tonight,” he smirked. “I wanna watch you squirm, begging for my cock, begging me to fill you up ‘til you can’t take anymore.”

You sucked in a harsh breath, “because I’ll take care of you.” There was a sinister look in his eyes. 

“But only if you behave.” 

You whimpered, audibly, as your knees buckled slightly and then his lips were on yours in a greedy and needy kiss. There was nothing more you wanted than to feel his tongue against yours, but even that he wouldn’t give you so easily. 

“Aww you poor little thing,” he cooes mockingly, “you gotta learn how to control yourself.”

As if his words would make you feel better. They only accelerated your heartbeat and the unevenness of your breathing.

“But Bucky,” you whined, not being able to get a single other word out as he shut you up by tightening his grip on your face.

“Shut up.” He growled, surprising you as your breathing stuttered in your chest, “get on your knees.”

You looked at him, dumbfounded, as if you didn’t speak English and he snapped his fingers in front of your eyes. 

“Well? Did your dumb baby brain shut off? Do I have to dumb it down even further for you?” He continued to taunt you.

“Get on those knees and open your pretty little mouth for me.” 

You’re being pushed down, strong hands on your shoulders before you’re met with his impressive bulge.

Fuck.

He’s teasing you, slowly undoing his belt and pulling his zipper down as you unconsciously lip your bottom lip in anticipation.

But Bucky catches it. “Desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

Baby making sex with Bucky was never just about the sex. He always shifted his focus on you, knowing you better than you knew yourself, and making sure you were having a good time.

Which you really fucking were because your panties were fucking soaked. Drenched. Gone.

A shudder rolls over your body when he finally pulls himself free, giving himself a few strokes before you’re gently being slapped by it.

“Eyes on me, yeah? Focus, you pretty little thing.” He purrs with a wicked smirk, mischief in his eyes.

You feel the weight of his head against your lips, prompting you to open your mouth and slowly wrap your lips around him.

The hiss that leaves Bucky sounds like this is what he’s been needing — craving, even.

“Oh yeah, that’s it baby. Love your mouth so fucking much,” he groans, eyes fluttering closed as you take him further.

You’ve memorized the spots on him that make him whimper and moan, hitting them with your tongue as his dick twitches in your mouth.

“Look’atcha,” he smirks, “mouth full of my cock and you’re squirming, huh?”

Shit. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice how unbelievably turned on you were — oh, who were you kidding?

Of course you wanted him to see how fucking wet you are.

Your brain was nothing but mush at this point, the only thoughts being anything and everything revolving around Bucky.

“Up,” Bucky said. “Stand.” His tone was much more demanding the second time around as you stood on shaky, wobbly legs.

Panties soaked, your core absolutely aching, and your makeup a mess as Bucky runs his thumb under your eyes and smirks.

“You look so pretty like this, Petal.” His voice is soft, but he’s going to think about this moment the next time you cry.

He loves it. He loves it when you cry because he gets to tell you how pretty you look — it’s fucked up, messed beyond belief, but you like it.

You enjoy being Bucky’s ruined little mess.

The moment doesn’t last and you don’t get to relish in it before your clothes are literally ripped off, leaving you with hard nipples at the sudden cool air surrounding you.

Then he pushes you against the even colder wall, chest against yours, “now I think it’s only fair we get you nice and ready.”

Bucky sinks to his knees, lips trailing down your body and he doesn’t break eye contact before he nuzzles his face between your thighs and his scruff sends a chill down your spine.

“Such a pretty cunt, God, I love this pretty little pussy.” He groans, placing your legs over his shoulders and he’s eating you out.

Eating you out against the wall, holding you up entirely as he digs his fingers into your hips and ass.

You think you’ll suffocate him with your thighs.

Bucky wants exactly that.

He’s lapping at you, licking, sucking, and drawing tight figure eights in your clit as you soak him with your slick.

When he lets out a moan against your pussy, you gasp as your walls flutter because of how goddamn close you are.

“Oh,” a whine cuts you off. “Oh Buck, so close.”

He already knows. He doesn’t need you to tell him that you’re about to cover him, drench him, he’s been craving it the entire day.

It’s so fucking hot he has to wrap a hand around his dick, slowly stroking himself because he’s painfully hard now — but he refuses to let himself cum until he’s buried deep in you.

Your orgasm rocks you, earthquake to your bones as you grip and tug at his hair before he’s coming up for air.

A cocky smirk and glistening lips, “could have you squirt over me every fucking day.”

“But as much as I’d like to keep devouring you.” He’s standing up now, your legs wrapped around his torso as he’s making his way to the bedroom.

“I want to stuff you full even more.”

You’re thrown on the bed, relatively gently before Bucky is hovering over you with his dog tags swinging gently against your chest.

This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, but it doesn’t happen immediately. Instead, Bucky groans as he furrows his eyebrows.

“I read,” he mumbles to himself, grabbing a pillow from beside you, “that this could help.”

He’s patting your bum, “lift your hips up for me, Petal.”

You do as you’re told, intrigued and hey, if it’ll help, you’re willing to try anything.

He places the pillow beneath your hips so they’re lifted — raised up — but comfortably so and you’re just anticipating how deep he’ll be able to get with this angle.

“C’mon, Bucky,” you whine, grabbing for him. “Fuck a baby into me already.”

You swear he growls, pinning your wrists against the mattress as his nose bumps you and smirks, “oh, I’ll be sure to fuck you so full tonight, Petal.”

He lines himself up, sending a wink your way, “don’t you worry.” He says before he pushes in and groans so lowly that you can feel the vibrations running through his chest.

“Baby,” he whines, “baby oh you feel s’good.”

His thrusts are slow, but deep, making sure to relish the way your warm walls grip him as the bed creaks and shakes under the both of you. And thank God for Bucky’s internet search history. 

Because this new position is not only comfortable, but Bucky is deeper than ever before. 

“Want you to feel how deep I am,” he grunts, grabbing your one hand and placing it over your lower tummy and applying pressure over your hand as you whine.

“Yeah, you feel that?” He smirks, “God, you take me so fucking well.” 

The soft praises leave you reeling, clawing into his flesh trying to bring him closer but Bucky is set on watching his cum leak out of you so he can push it back in you.

His thrusts grow sloppier, brow creasing as he nuzzles his head in into your shoulder as you milk him with your own orgasm before he can no longer hold himself back. 

“Fuck,” he’s panting. “I’m coming, Petal.” 

It leaves you shuddering, pulling him close as he sinks his teeth into you shoulder before kissing the indents of his teeth softly. 

He’s still inside of you, sitting back on his heels as he’s massaging your hips, “not wasting a single drop tonight.” He proudly grins as you give him a tired and soft smile. 

“Just relax, baby,” he purrs, slowly pulling out of you after some time has passed. 

Bucky sucks in a harsh breath at the sight of his cum leaking out of you, fingers collecting it and carefully spreading it over you.

“I’m gonna be taking care of you all night long.”

What you didn’t realize is that tonight was going to be the night. 

A few weeks later, a positive pregnancy test, a teary eyed Bucky, and lots of kisses to your tummy as he whispers how much he loves the little Bean growing inside of you.

[bucksfucks]

  𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀

summary┃the amount of times you and bucky have seen each other masturbating is alarmingly high. might as well do it together.

pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader

word count┃2,920 words

warnings┃masturbation, mutual masturbation, use of toys [vibrator], lots of lube, dirty talk, general nakedness, bucky edging you, praise kink, slight authority kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, lots of teasing, slight mocking — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃not to be vulgar but i want him to destroy my pussy 😃✌🏻

PART TWO

     The first time it happened, you were mortified. Hiding your face in your hands as Bucky laughed from the other side of the kitchen counter. You wanted the Earth to open up and swallow you. 

    “The walls are paper thin and your vibrator isn’t exactly,” he smirked, “quiet.” 

     You felt your entire body flush, skin on fire from utter embarrassment as Bucky called you out on hearing you masturbate. 

     It’s not like he did much to hide it either though. 

    “At least I don’t moan every five seconds like you,” you hissed back playfully as Bucky’s face dropped. 

     “I always assumed you were asleep,” he mumbles, a slight blush creeping up his neck as you feel your confidence slowly growing back.

     “And what do you think wakes me up?” You chide back as Bucky folds his arms over his chest.

     His naked chest.

     “Well we clearly have to come up with a system.” Bucky jokes before the conversation slowly drifts to topics other than masturbation.

     The first time you had actually caught him, you felt your heart nearly drop out of your ass as you walked into Bucky’s room with your phone in your hand.

     You were hoping to get his opinion on something.

     Instead you were met with his hand wrapped around his cock.

     “Bucky can you—oh my God!” You dropped your head, covering your eyes as your mouth fell agape.

     “Hey babes, what’s up?” He was so nonchalant, as if his cock wasn’t out for you to see and the porn video still faintly playing on his phone screen.

     “Buck—I-I,” you stuttered, walking backwards and slamming the door behind you.

     “Where’ya goin’!” You finally let your hands drop from your eyes as you stare at the door in disbelief.

     “Bucky your entire dick was out! What do you mean, where am I going?” You were shocked, your friendship effectively ruined as you hear shuffling before the door swings open.

     At least he has boxers on.

     “Tit for tat?” Bucky smirks, leaning against the doorframe as your face still shows your shock.

     “Oh c’mon Sweets,” he flicks your nose gently, “now there’s nothing left to your imagination.” He winks, brushing past you and into the washroom where the shower was started and he would undoubtedly resume his activity.

     You had to admit, while it was a massive shock, the image of Bucky’s cock was burned into your memory.

     It didn’t help that Bucky was hot. It also didn’t help that you could hear him and could hear all the filthy things he would say during the occasional hook up he had.

     Seeing his cock didn’t help the throbbing between your thighs either.

     It was a hot summer night in an apartment that didn’t have air conditioning—your window open as the soft breeze cooled you for a second.

     Horny and hot. Hot and horny and yet you were out of luck as vibrator died and you had forgotten to pick up batteries from the convenience store.

     Your hands travelled down your panty clad body and you sighed when you finally applied pressure to your clit.

     It was too hot for anything else, nipples hard as your duvet lay bunched at the end of the bed—legs spread open as you relaxed against your pillows.

     Bucky.

     He consumed your thoughts as you slipped your fingers under your panties and through your folds—there would be no teasing tonight.

     A year and a half of living with him, a year and a half of watching him do push-ups on the living room floor, emerge from the shower in nothing but a towel, hear him grunt as he buried his cock inside of the girl he brought home from the bar.

     A shiver went down your spine as you slipped your fingers inside of you, trying hard to reach that sweet spot.

     Your mouth fell open and suddenly, you couldn’t stop Bucky’s name from leaving your lips as you squirmed under your own touch.

     “Sweets, what is it?” A groggy, sleepy Bucky stood in your doorway as you gasped, shooting up into a sitting position as you tried to cover yourself.

     “What the fuck?” You whisper yelled in shock, Bucky’s tired eyes going wide as he trained them to the floor as you grabbed your blanket.

     “Well you were calling my name, but I can see why now,” he smirked, shamelessly adjusting his dick in his shorts.

     You fell back against the bed with a frustrated groan, “I was so close.”

     This wasn’t going to help your mood, frustrations growing from your failed and rejected orgasm.

     “By all means, don’t let me stop you.” He smirks, spinning on his heels and walking back to his bedroom where you can hear the squeaks of his bed springs as he no doubt throws himself on the mattress.

     You stare at your ceiling, heart still beating away in your chest, watching the fan blades spinning rapidly before you hear the distinct sound of Bucky’s low groan.

     That asshole.

     If he didn’t let you finish, you sure as hell weren’t about to let him.

     You jumped out of bed, not bothering to put a shirt on because, well, not like he hasn’t already seen everything.

     “Hey asshole!” You yelled, knocking your fist on his door, “if I don’t come, then you don’t either.”

     Suddenly, he went quiet. Shuffling on the other side before the door opened to a naked Bucky.

     You had to remind yourself to keep your eyes on his.

     “What if we both come?” His question confuses you, eyebrows furrowed as you cock your head to the side.

     “If we both come, then it’s a win-win, right?” He asks and you have no choice but to nod your head.

     “Yeah, but—“ you don’t finish your sentence before Bucky’s tugging you into his room by your wrist, a small squeak leaving you before you’re both bouncing onto his bed.

     “Just hear me out, Sweets.” He smiles, letting you get comfortable before you’re both on your backs looking at his rickety ceiling fan.

     “What if we just both,” he clears his throat, “masturbate together?”

     He doesn’t seem to confident, but the proposition leaves your breath hitching as you can see the way his cock twitches.

     “That seems...fair,” you don’t sound so confident either, afraid of ruining the friendship.

     But that seems to have gone to shit pretty quick.

     You lick your lips, turning your head to face Bucky as he’s already looking at you.

     “Yeah,” you nod your head, “okay.”

     He smiles, reaching into his beside table, coming back with a bottle of lube and offering you some.

     “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” he scoffs, squeezing some into your palm before doing the same for him.

     You take a moment to admire him, his flesh hand going to wrap around his cock as his metal prosthetic is barely touching your thigh.

     The lube is cold, a soft gasp passing through your lips as you spread it over yourself.

     It doesn’t take much to get your breathing ragged as Bucky rubs the head of his cock and moans almost directly in your ear.

     “Bucky,” you whisper as he turns his head to you, “can you put your arm over me? It’s really hot.”

     He smiles again, complying as he drapes the thick and heavy arm against your tummy. You moan at the coolness against your hot skin as your legs drop against his.

     “Better?” He rasps, “much.” You reply.

     Your breathing catches in your throat, moan replacing it when your fingers find your clit. You can hear Bucky’s ragged breaths as he lets out a curse.

     “Fuck, Sweets why didn’t we start doin’ this sooner?” He groans, hearing the way he’s stroking his cock.

     You hope it’s a rhetorical question because you’re far too focused on the bubbling feeling of your orgasm as you glance at the way his cock stands tall in his grasp.

     “God, Bucky,” his name comes as a long, drawn out whimper.

     “‘M gonna come,” you sigh, on the brink of your peak as Bucky’s mouth falls open.

     “Go on Sweets, you deserve it,” his voice is low and hoarse as the heavy weight of his metal arm adds that bit of pressure to your lower tummy before the feeling finally snaps.

     Your legs tighten around your own hand as you sink deeper into the bed, enjoying the strength of your orgasm before Bucky’s pants and grunts take your attention and you’re watching him paint his toned chest.

     There’s nothing you can really say as you catch your breath, realizing just what’s happened.

     But you’ve never been left more satisfied, turning to face Bucky who looks starstruck and in awe.

     “This might be my best idea yet, Sweets,” he smirks, voice still hoarse from the late hour in the night as you roll your eyes playfully.

     “I hate agree with you, Barnes, but yeah,” you’re still out of breath. “This was a damn good idea.”

     You don’t spent the night, you don’t see any reason to. Slowly, crawling out of his bed and into the bathroom silently anxiously awaiting what he say in the morning.

     Most importantly, if he would regret it.

     That morning came, a mug of your favourite beverage in hand as Bucky stumbled out of the shower in nothing but his fucking towel.

     “So last night was fun,” he smirked and leave it to Bucky Barnes and his God complex to fuel his ego.

     “I think we should turn it into a regular thing,” he then adds, venturing into his bedroom but keeping the door open as he dropped his towel exposing his bare ass.

     Not like you’ve never seen it.

     “What, you wanna have a masturbation schedule?” You’re half joking as he pulls on a pair of boxers and turns around rolling his eyes at your comment playfully.

     “No, not a schedule. But whenever we’re in the mood, we just...masturbate together,” he offers, coming into the kitchen to grab orange juice out of the fridge.

     You have to think on his words, quickly trying to weigh out the pro’s and con’s but the only thing that comes to mind is how hard you came last night.

     “Deal.” You finally say, outstretching your hand for him to shake.

     “It’s a deal then, Sweets.”

     Part of you thought that it would never happen again, that this was just another one of Bucky’s outrageous ideas, but it did.

     It happened again, and again, and again until became such a normal part of your routine that neither of you batted an eye at it.

     There were weeks where you were particularly insatiable, but Bucky never complained. There were also weeks were Bucky needed a little bit more attention and you were happy to help.

     It turned into something so natural, something that fulfilled you that you stopped trying to find lame hookups and awkward dates.

     You didn’t realize the time when your phone vibrated, a text from Bucky displayed on the screen.

     wanna masturbate?

     The text would’ve caught you off guard months ago, but no you just fished for your vibrator before skipping into Bucky’s room and throwing yourself onto his bed.

     “That was fast,” he chuckled as you shrugged your shoulders, “could say the same about you.” You winked playfully as he scoffed.

     You shimmied your pants and underwear down, tossing your shirt over your head as Bucky just removed his covers to his already hardening cock.

     That was something you’d never get used to. The only thing that was going through your head was his cock and the way it would feel inside of you.

     “Hey, um, I was thinkin’ we could maybe try something new tonight?” Bucky squeaked, a departure from his usual cocky and confident nature.

     You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, giving him a look that said go on.

     “I was thinkin’ that maybe tonight,” he seemed nervous as he bit his lip. “That we could help each other out more.”

     You were surprised at his words, your stomach flipping when you connected the dots to what it was that he wanted to try.

     And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited.

     “Yeah,” you nodded your head, “okay.”

     He smiled, letting you lie back down against his pillow.

     “Just relax for me, Sweets, I’ll take care of you tonight.” He whispered, words gentle and soft as you felt him spreading your legs.

     “Do you think you can do what I tell you, Sweets?” There’s a sudden shift in his tone, voice low as his words rumble.

     You nod your head, eyes closed in anticipation as you can feel yourself growing wetter.

     “Okay, I want you to start slow, yeah? Use your fingers baby, get yourself nice and warmed up.” He cooes, watching as you let your fingers fall between your legs.

     You run them through your folds, collecting your slick as you tease your clit with light touches while you feel Bucky’s hands massaging your thighs.

     “Good girl, Sweets. Just like that, nice and slow—want you to hear just how wet you get.” You’d never heard this Bucky before, but it made your stomach flip in excitement as you played with yourself.

     “Bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” He teases, his hands travelling up your tummy until they’re on your breast making you mewl under him.

     “Uh uh, I didn’t say you could have your fingers yet, did I Sweets?” He stops your hand by your wrist, tugging it back up to your clit as you shudder at the sudden authority in his voice.

     “I know you want them, but I think you’ll enjoy mine stuffing you just a little more,” he purrs, kissing your shoulder as his metal hand travels back down to where you’re circling your clit.

     “Look at that, soaked already?” He taunts, coating his fingers with you before he’s teasing your entrance.

     It’s getting harder to focus on your clit, wanting you fall back and enjoy the way Bucky’s cold, thick, and heavy fingers feel against you.

     “Oh Sweets, I didn’t give you permission to stop playing with yourself.” He almost mocks, your chest falling and rising quickly as you let out a whine.

     “Good girl, just like that. Nice and slow while I stretch you out.” His words hit you hard, fingers sinking into you as you let out an obscene moan.

     He feels so much better than your own fingers—longer and thicker as they can reach that one spot you never could on your own.

     “I can feel you squeezin’ me, but you can’t come just yet.” He whispers, slowly pumping them in and out of you—curling against you g-spot.

     You’re biting your lip so hard you think you’ll have permanent indents from your teeth by the time the night is done.

     “How do my fingers feel, Sweets?” He teases, “do you feel full? Absolutely stuffed?”

     His words, the way his fingers are fucking you, and your own fingers are too much as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

     “Bucky, please. I-I wanna come,” you whimper, head lolling to the side as your toes curl into his mattress.

     You open your eyes, mouth open as you see the way he’s got his one hand wrapped around his own cock—pumping himself while the other is knuckle deep inside of you.

     It only makes your walls flutter around him, a silent plea to let you come.

     “I know Sweets I know,” his fingers still inside of you, “but it’s gonna feel so much better this way.” You shiver when you realize what he’s doing.

     He’s edging you—building it up just to let it dissipate until he does it all over again.

     “Bucky,” you’re not past begging if it’ll get his fingers moving again.

     He smirks, looking down at you before he’s moving his fingers again. It doesn’t take long for the feeling to build back up again until...

     “Not just yet, Sweets.” You groan, whining as he stops your own hand against your clit so you’re left lying there with an aching core.

     You try to move your hips upwards, but Bucky’s much stronger and keeps them planted against the bed.

     “One more Sweets, just one more,” he promises, starting to move his fingers inside of you again.

     “Go on, use your fingers, I’ll tell you when to stop.” You do what he says, rubbing your clit until you feel his hand around your wrist again.

     “You’re doin’ so good,” he purrs, his own cock leaking pre-cum as he removes his flesh hand from your wrist to wrap it around himself.

     Your skin feels like it’s on fire, right on the brink of your orgasm as he slowly starts to tease you with his fingers again.

     “I know, Sweets, I can feel how badly you need to come,” he rasps, stroking his cock as he plunges his fingers deeper and deeper while your fingers are on your clit.

     “Oh that’s it, come for me. Need you to come for me,” he groans as you let yourself go, feeling the scorching hot pleasure run through your body as Bucky moans—painting his chest with his cum.

     Your body is still shuddering with aftershocks, limbs light as you find the strength to open your eyes and look at Bucky and his pink parted lips.

     “That was fun,” you whisper, Bucky turning his head to face you with a sly smile.

     “Maybe tomorrow we can try something else, I have a feeling my cock might feel better than my fingers.”

[bucksfucks]

mr. brightside

summary: the one where you fuck your ex’s dad.

pairing: ex’s!dad!bucky x f!reader

word count: 1,997 words

warnings: age-gap [20’s versus 40’s], cheating, divorce, sexual tension, teasing, revenge, protected sex, pet-names [sweets], squirting, oral, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial/edging, taunting, praise kink, metal arm kink, slight mocking — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

The Killers were onto something, they really truly were when they wrote the lyric it started out with a kiss.

Because it was only just a kiss.

You didn’t know how it ended up like this, it was only just a kiss.

Except it wasn’t just a kiss.

At least not for your boyf—sorry, ex boyfriend.

He sure as hell did a lot more than just a kiss. Hitting all three bases in fact, slam dunking on them or whatever the fucking term is.

He did it all.

The worst part? He didn’t even cover his tracks properly, leaving you to find the evidence: panties shoved underneath the bed when you bent down to find the stupid earring backing that fell from your fingers.

You really wished you’d never bent down to find it, uncovering the pretty lace thong.

It wasn’t yours, never quite comfortably fitting into them before swearing them off. Your butt was plenty cute anyways.

Yet another part of you is glad that you found them because you would have never ended up in the position you were in.

Revenge tasted sweet and you really didn’t care about the consequences.

No, not when Bucky Barnes, your ex’s father was between your legs speaking Greek and making you moan his name.

Let’s rewind for a second.

You expected him to be there. For him to be opening the door. So when it wasn’t in fact him, but his father, well you were pleasantly surprised.

Call it what you want, but Bucky Barnes was hot.

He was a certified dilf, the ones you’d see at Disneyland and go damn, wish that was me.

And he was divorced, newly divorced. No one but a few people knew the details — you being one of them.

It had been a long time coming, apparently, neither of them putting up a fight as they signed divorce papers and she left.

He kept the house, busying himself with repair work as he told you he was looking to sell it and start fresh.

A new life. Some new experiences. New people.

You saw the way he looked at you, you weren’t blind to the fact that he licked his lips every time you wore something revealing or tight or really, anything.

He placed his hand on the small of your back whispering jus’ gettin’ by ya as a shudder went through your body.

How his son turned out to be a cheating dirtbag you’d never know. Quite frankly, you didn’t want to either because well, you wanted revenge.

You’d raised your share of men and God knows you were done with that.

Bucky was older, nearly twice your senior and maybe that was part of the appeal. Or maybe it was the bionic arm he told you countless stories of over dinner.

Whatever it was, he had you hooked.

So that’s how it started off with a kiss.

He had opened the door, moving aside to let you step inside as he put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed all while saying…

“Between you and me, he never could’ve treated you right.” Something about those words made you tingle, fire blazing inside of you as you had to take a deep breath and nod your hand.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. It means a lot,” he chuckled, reminding you that it was Bucky and that you would have to start getting used to calling him that.

Oh how intriguing that statement was.

The tension was thick and you knew Bucky could feel it too. You could tell by the way his eyes travelled up and down your body — nothing but a tank top and some shorts.

“Here, you can drop his stuff off in his room,” he said before you followed him up the stairs despite knowing the blueprint to his house.

You scoffed to yourself, of course your ex was living with his dad. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

It’s just that he kept telling you he was gonna get his own place, you know, for privacy. Yeah, it’d been two years and he hadn’t even tried to look for his own place.

You also thought you should be a lot more upset and broken-hearted over this. Carrying up a trash bag of his stuff and yet…all you could focus on was Bucky’s ass.

He opened the door and you just dropped his stuff on the floor without a second look before your eyes were trained on Bucky.

And his on yours.

And suddenly you were on the bed.

Lip-locked with your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots while he rutted his hips against yours before you finally parted for breath.

“You got any idea how sweet your moans are when you’re tryin’ to keep it down?” He whispered and fuck, it sent you into overdrive.

You whimpered, wanting to feel his lips on yours again.

Then an idea struck you, smirking as you licked your lips.

“Was always thinking of you, Bucky.”

That was clearly the right thing to say because he moaned into the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip as your heart thumped loudly, flipping at the prospect of fucking Bucky.

The way his hands travelled over your body, squeezing curves you’d grown to hate only for him to lust over. There was no denying that whatever the fuck you were feeling was real.

Even if it was a product of the moment; a product of you being cheated on causing your emotions to say fuck it and take what you’ve been wanting for years now. 

So that’s how you got to this place. 

With Bucky’s face between your legs, holding them open with thick arms as he lapped at whatever you had to offer him, making sure not to waste a single drop. 

“I’ve never heard you so.” He stops to think, “loud.”

One cocky motherfucker, you thought, but he deserved to be one when he had made you cum two, three? Ah, you’d lost count.

“Never thought I’d get to hear you moaning all for me.” He hums.

“It’s so much better than what I’ve been dreaming about.”

Your legs instinctively go to squeeze shut, but Bucky has other plans.

“Uh, uh, Sweets.” He purrs, “I know you’re not done, look at how wet you are.” 

His words made a shiver run down your body, thighs slick with your wetness and Bucky’s face was absolutely drenched as he continued to circle your clit with his tongue, rutting his hips into the mattress at the same time.

“I can feel how close you are…right on the edge.” He taunts, fingers curling upwards and brushing the spot you thought was a myth until that moment because no one had ever made you feel this good.  

“If you want it, “he smirks. “All you gotta do is ask.”

You whine, arching your back as you grip onto the bedsheets like you’ve never before. His fingers are still deep inside of you, but they’ve stilled, eyes watching you like you’re a helpless deer in the wild and he’s the starving lion who’s gotten a taste for you.

“Please,” you croak, “please let me come.” 

He groans against your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit and you’re on the verge of tears from how fucking good everything feels. Your brain is foggy, head dizzy and everything is a new sensation.

“You’re not gonna come,” he growls, a whine leaving your lips out of pure frustration. “You’re gonna squirt for me.”

A throat wrenching moan rips through your chest, the wave of pleasure that washes over you (quite literally) curls your toes and steals all of the oxygen from your lungs. 

You had a taste of Bucky could offer you and you knew that there was no going back. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, “hottest fuckin’ thing.” He rushes out hastily before his lips are on yours in a deep, needy, and downright desperate kiss. 

A kiss where when Bucky’s tongue swipes against your own, you can taste yourself on him and it sparks something inside of you. A carnal need before he’s looking at you, panting.

“Are you sure?”

Holy fuck, yes.

You nod, “I deserve to be fucked until I can’t walk.”

Oh yeah, that’ll do it before you’re flipped over on your hands and knees, face pressed in the sheets until you’re left shaking in anticipation. Waiting and wondering when and what Bucky’s next move is going to be.

The crunch of the condom wrapped only make you squeeze your eyes tighter before you feel one cool and one warm hand on each of your cheeks.

“Poor little thing,” he cooes.

“Just desperate to get fucked every which way, huh?”

“Yeah,” it’s a pathetic little whimper that falls from your lips.

“Oh don’t worry,” you feel him glide through your folds before he’s lining up at your entrance. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

You inhale sharply, waiting for the moment he plunges into you, but in never comes. 

Instead, he bends his body over yours, mouth against your ear and you can feel his hot breath. 

“You really think I’d miss the look on your face the first time you take me?” God, his voice was so low and raspy, vibrating through his chest and onto your back before you’re flipped around.

“I just wanted to see that ass of yours,” he smirks. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly and out of sync, but Bucky doesn’t look anymore composed than you. 

His hair is mused, from your fingers being run through it as you grip it. Cheeks tinted and flushed a pretty pink, lips wet and love bitten with blown pupils as he drinks the sight of you underneath him.

Completely submissive. Completely desperate. 

Then the moment you’re waiting for finally comes. And you’re not sure it’s real because first time’s aren’t supposed to feel this good. Maybe you’re stuck in a dream, confined to your head and in a state of comatose. 

“Fuck,” it’s that low, almost a whine breathy pant that leaves his lip as he sinks into you. 

Head hung low as he watches his cock disappear into your cunt, the image being burned into his mind permanently now, sure to flash behind his eyes every time he closes them. 

“Feel s’fuckin’ good, Sweets. So tight and warm—shit.” He’s reduced to incoherent blubbering as he rocks his hips against yours, circling them as he watches how your face contracts in pleasure. 

Your mouth falling open, silent pants falling from it. How your eyebrows furrow and how you squeeze your eyes shut tighter every time he sinks back into you.

“And such a pretty sight, all for me,” he grunts, placing his forearms right beside your head, locking you in place. 

You can hear the low mechanical whirring of his left arm as he fucks you, deep and slow, in your ear and it only reminds you of how powerful he is. 

There’s something so intoxicating about him, how he smells like rich coffee and sweet oranges, but snarls at anyone who dares cross him.

“Oh I can feel how close you are, gonna make a mess all over my cock? Mark me as yours?” It’s a low taunt, a purr almost, as the bed creaks beneath you both. 

You can only control yourself for so long before he sends you over the edge for the last time that day, gripping him until he spills into the condom.

The moans that leave him are filthy, full of absolute sin, but you continue to dig your fingernails deeper into the skin of his back because he likes it. 

Both of you are entirely fucked out. Panting, trying to catch your breaths as you open your eyes and meet his. They have that hazy, post-sex glow that you knew you’d be seeing again.

It started out with a kiss, but you were glad it ended up like this.

[bucksfucks]

dead of night

summary: you disclose your biggest fantasy; to be fucked by the winter soldier.

pairing: bucky barnes/winter soldier x f!reader

word count: 2,435 words

warnings: established relationship [wife/husband], bucky doesn’t turn into the winter soldier [just roleplays as him], soldat kink, authority kink, praise kink, language kink [russian], mention of death, knife play, dog tag kink, ruined kink [reader cry’s from blowing bucky + from being edged], blowjob [deepthroating/face-fucking], knife kink, power kink [bucky has the strength to k*ll reader], mocking & degradation [calling reader dumb, stupid, pathetic, etc…], boot riding/humping [alludes to], clothes ripping [by knife], crying kink [dacryphilia], unprotected sex, bucky restraints readers hands, breeding kink, all of this is consensual between reader & bucky — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

I want you to fuck me as the Winter Soldier.

Your words replayed in both of your minds as you sat crosslegged on the bed drowning in shame, embarrassment, and regret. 

He was going to leave you, surely, after a request like that. 

The Winter Soldier was a distant memory now, a small part of him that he worked hard to accept and...

“Okay.” 

You must’ve heard wrong. Did Bucky just say okay? Okay to fucking you as the Winter Soldier? A brain-washed Russian assassin?

“What?” You blurted out, unsure of what was reality anymore as Bucky pushed off of the doorframe and walked further into the shared bedroom. 

“I won’t tell you when. The safe word is blueberry, understood?”

You were sitting there dumbfounded, shocked as Bucky looked at you expecting a verbal answer and it made you shiver all the way down to your core as you swallowed thickly. 

“I understand,” your voice was hoarse and dry, but Bucky seemed content and he hummed and leaned over to give you a kiss on the forehead.

“Good girl,” he left without saying another word, leaving you practically vibrating in your own skin as you were left to wait until Bucky made the first move.

The days that followed were the worst. You were on the edge of your seat, jumping at every little motion as Bucky had to soothe you with a hand on your thigh. 

After the first week, you let your guard down as you thought that Bucky had entirely forgotten about the night you disclosed your biggest and dirties secret to him. 

“It’s just a short recall mission, don’t worry about me.” Bucky chuckled, wrapping you in his arms as you pouted and buried your face in his chest. 

His scent was familiar, reminding you of home as you sighed.

“Some days I think Sam gets to spend more time with you than your own wife.” 

Bucky laughs, “is someone a little jealous?”

You weren’t jealous, you were antsy. Waiting for the moment that Bucky, no, The Winter Soldier would greet you instead. 

“Just be safe and don’t do anything stupid, yeah?” You joke, pulling Bucky in by his dog tags to pull him in for a kiss.

He welcomes it, hands on your face as he deepens the kiss until you’re forced to pull apart for air. 

“Here.” Bucky smiles, “so you don’t forget about your old man.” 

He drapes his dog tags over your head until they’re settling on your neck and lying neatly against your chest. They’re warm from his skin and your touches. 

“They look better on you anyways,” he licked his lips, and it made you feel slightly better than he was leaving his tags with you.

He always wore them just in case, a habit from when he was at war and it broke your heart seeing him leave with the tags gleaming, the thought of getting only them back made your stomach lurch. 

“I love you, pretty girl.” He smiled, pulling you in for one last kiss before he was grabbing the small duffle bag of gear and other things before he was out the door and the apartment was plunged into silence. 

It’s why you always had to have the television or radio going, hating the complete silence that you were left with when Bucky wasn’t around. 

You missed the light whirring of his mechanical arm or the way he would sing horribly off-key in the shower knowing it made you laugh.

The bright side is that at least now you were left with the soft clanging of his dog tags against your own chest, being able to snuggle up with his pillow as you fell into a dreamless sleep that night. 

It didn’t last long, your body shooting upwards at the sound of the slamming front door. 

Your first thought was Bucky, jumping out of bed in nothing but his shirt and a pair of old boxers as you rounded the corner and oh. 

That wasn’t Bucky. 

It was Him. 

All black tactile gear, strapped with knives and a few guns that you could make out. His heavy boots thudded and left marks on your clean floors as your eyes met his.

The mask, his mask covered the majority of his face and you choked out a whimper when he moved towards you. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck this was so hot.

He left you quivering, pussy practically in shambles already as he stood in front of you and he hadn’t even touched you yet. 

“Aren’t you going to welcome your Soldat home?” His voice was lower and raspier than usual, Russian accent much thicker as it laced every word now. 

You had to swallow, gulp, when he spoke as you took a shaky breath inward.

“Welcome home, Soldat.” 

He could barely hear you, your words just above a whisper but you were too focused on drinking in the sight in front of you.

The weeks of waiting and it was finally time. You could barely believe it before he cracked his neck and grabbed you by your bicep.

“What’s the safe word?” 

That was Bucky. The man you married shining through as he locked eyes with yours. 

“Blueberry,” you spoke softly as you saw the smile lines that formed around his eyes before they disappeared like he flipped a switch. 

You were pressed against the cold wall seconds later, breath being knocked out of your lungs momentarily as Bucky—no, it was the Soldat, pinned you against it. 

He was large, easily overpowering you as you whimpered at the way he pressed his thigh between your legs.   

It was rough, material of his pant built to withstand slashes, gashes, and whatever else the Soldat would run into. 

But God did it feel good against your core, through the thin fabric of Bucky’s old boxers that you were wearing. 

You didn’t care if it was pathetic anymore, you couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped past your lips as he gripped your hips and moved your across his muscled leg. 

“So desperate already?” He laughed, mocking you as he drank in your dishevelled appearance.  

Another high-pitched whine left your body, a shudder rolling over your spine as you suck in a shaky breath.

“Uh uh,” he suddenly tsks.

“If you aren’t going to use your big girl words, then I won’t know what you want.” He purrs, low and slightly muffled as he leans in closer to you.

You hear the crackling of his suit, the smell of the leather of the glove that’s covering the beloved metal hand and suddenly it’s around your neck.

A strangled gasp leaves you, his thumb now on your lips and he’s cocked his head.

You don’t need to see beneath his mask to know he’s smirking.

“Speak.” He spits, not English, but Russian and it sends goosebumps prickling your skin.

“W-want, mmm,” he tightens his grip around your throat. “You t-to use me.”

You manage to stutter out, heart racing and breathing erratic not from fear, but the ache between your thighs.

The ache that doesn’t go away despite Soldat’s thigh against your pussy. You want more, you need more, and right now? You’re not against begging.

“Good girl, my Зайчик.” You know that one, Bunny.

And it leaves his lips so seamlessly before he’s picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you the shirt distance into the bedroom.

You squeal as you’re hurled onto the bed, bouncing with the drop.

The moonlight filtering through the curtains provides more than enough light, enough light to see the bulge that’s formed in his tactical pants.

He shuts the door, loudly and with a thud.

It makes you jump.

“Up,” he snaps, standing a little ways away from the bed. “And on your knees.”

You’re scrambling, watching him wide eyed as you stumble from the bed. You get tangled in the bedsheets, toppling onto the floor as Soldat just laughs. 

“You’re such a dumb, clumsy baby, aren’t you?” He taunts, pulling you up to your feet and the only thing that’s holding you upright is him.

His chuckle is muffled by the mask again, low, raspy, but smooth voice echoing in your mind. 

“On your knees. Now.” He doesn’t give you a chance to reply before he’s pushing you onto your knees and grabbing your chin. 

“What a pretty little face,” he cooes, making sure to tilt your head upwards so you’re looking up at him. 

“And I can’t wait to see you all ruined. Crying and begging.” Your breath gets caught in your throat as you watch him pull his cock out. 

“Open.” He barks the command out, lightly slapping your face when you’ve been staring at him just frozen and in awe.

It makes you whimper, a new wave of arousal washing over you and soaking your panties as you learn that yeah, that’s a new kink.

“What? Are you too stupid to follow simple orders now?” He snarls, cock jumping against his abdomen as you realize the massive array of knives he has strapped to himself. 

“N-no,” you whisper shakily, licking your lips and opening your mouth before he’s slipping past your lips and you gag around him. 

“Mmm, good girl,” he praises lowly, your eyes wide at his words.

He’s still in control, fucking your mouth as you can do nothing but hollow your cheeks and let the tears fall past your eyelids and down your cheek as you moan around him. 

It doesn’t help the almost painful ache between your thighs, absentmindedly letting your hand between your legs as you try to soothe the pressure.

Suddenly, your hand is being kicked away, bent legs kicked apart as Bucky pulls his cock from your mouth.

“What a shame.” He mocks, “you were being such a good girl. And then I see you touching yourself? Without permission?”

You know you’re in trouble when you feel the heavy, steel-toed boot slide right between your legs and press up against your core. 

He looks at you.

“Well? Go on, hump my boot since you’re such a needy little slut.”

Oh God, why did that cause a shiver down your spine?

You whimper, sniffling back tears as you shake your head.

“I-I just want you to t-touch me,” you hiccup. 

He looks at you, standing with a blank expression before he’s grunting as he bends down.

“Fine.” He spits, “if that’s what you want.” 

You know better than to ask questions as you’re lifted and throw back on the bed. 

He grabs one of the many knives, flipping it in front of you before he’s grasping the blade in the vibranium hand that you’ve held many times before. 

“I hope these aren’t a favourite,” he whispers, confusion lacing your face before you hear the ripping and the fabric is pooling around your body.

The boxers go next before you’re laying entirely exposed to him, the handle of the blade now circling your nipples and you’re squirming under him, on the verge of tears if he doesn’t touch you already.

“Oh hush.” He mocks, throwing the blade, landing perfectly in the wall, a very real reminder that Bucky, Soldat, could kill you.

“Crying will get you nowhere,” he reminds, eyes dark. 

“In fact, I love watching you become a blubbering mess for me.”

His hands are running along your body now, squeezing your curves and all the indents that you hated so much; showing them the love they deserve.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he tsks, spreading your legs apart as he examines your slick coating your lips and inner thighs.

“Pathetlic little girl,” he scolds, running a gloved fingers through your folds and your back arches off the bed from the contact.

“You’re so wet I bet I’d just,” he bends his body over yours, masked face now level with yours and you can feel his hot breath through it.

“Slide right in.”

You moan, going to grab at his face, hair, shoulders, anything before they’re restrained over your head. 

“Silly girl, you never learn.” He chuckles, “now hold still for me.”

You feel him lining himself up with your entrance, a shiver rolling through your body as you grip him the second he’s sinking into you.

“Fuck,” he breaks character in that moment, resting his head on your shoulder as he sinks further and further into your heat. 

It takes a moment for him to recover, sitting back on his knees as he’s pulling your lower body over his thighs and spreading your legs. 

“Can you feel how deep ‘side you I am?” He purrs, pressing a hand to the bugle in your belly, eliciting a high pitched whine from you.

“Taking me so goddamn well, Зайчик.” He praises as he rocks his hips against yours.

He feels so good, filling you up so fucking well. And it leaves you practically sobbing because you needed this.

With a hand around your throat, he fucks up into you, stealing the breath in your lungs with each snap of his hips. 

“Good girl, letting me use you like my own personal fucktoy.” He barks, eyebrows knit tightly together as your eyes are squeezed shut. 

A tear slips past your shut eyes, then another, and another as Bucky continues to fuck you.

“Need to come. Please, let me.” You’re whimpering, begging him as your hands as twisted tightly in the bedsheets.

He grunts, ripping his mask off his face and throwing it on the floor.

“Come for me, baby. Milk my fucking cock and let me fill you up ‘til you’re leaking.”

It hits harder than any orgasm you’ve ever had, leaving you floating in white, hot pure euphoria as Bucky’s hips stutter before he cums with a shout.

You feel like your skin is prickling with little pins of pleasure, bolts of electricity still running through you as you pry your heavy eyes open to meet Bucky’s figure.

He’s spent, pink lips and rosy cheeks, mouth open as he’s still gripping your hips.

“You okay?” He whispers, sliding out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you, “better than okay.”

He hums, pulling you into his chest, still wearing all his gear. 

“I didn’t know you still had the suit,” you whisper looking up at him as he smirks.

“I had to make a few calls.”

The cheeky smirk doesn’t leave his lips as he tilts your chin with his index finger, “we’re doing this again because I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard.”

You weren’t about to say no, kissing him passionately, “whatever you say, Soldat.”   

[bucksfucks]

freshly squeezed lemonade

summary: a new city, a new house, a new life, & a new hot neighbour who just so happens to be really good with his hands.

pairing: neighbour!bucky x f!reader

word count: 2,600 words

warnings: talk of cheating [readers ex-husband], talk of divorce, reader doesn’t want kids [kid-free by choice], character mention: sam wilson, sexual tension with bucky, pet-name [plum], mention of spanking, lots of teasing, bucky works out shirtless, sexual activities in the kitchen, bucky takes readers panties off with teeth, bucky keeps readers panties, oral, squirting, sex against window, exhibitionism, dog tag kink, choking [bicep], dumbification [dumb baby, stupid, big girl words], belly bulge kink, size kink, mocking + degradation, breeding kink, wife/housewife kink, unprotected sex — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

Men.

It was always men that managed to ruin your life.

From your high school boyfriend abandoning you at prom or your that one college hookup that managed to say all the wrong things.

It was always men.

You thought your husband, ex, husband was different. That’s why you agreed to marry him in the first place.

He was sweet and charming, whisking you away on dates and telling you how pretty you looked.

The facade didn’t last. After the honeymoon is when things slowly started crumbling.

He began picking up longer working hours, claiming that it was exactly what you guys needed to start a family.

A family? He never listened to you.

You didn’t want kids. In fact, you were incredibly happy being the aunt to all you nieces and nephews making sure that you were their safe space.

It was never in your books to have kids.

So when you discovered that you wonderful, loving, caring husband had cheated on you—you didn’t hesitate to draft up divorce papers, find a new place, and then spend six months travelling the world.

You met amazing people and made amazing memories. But you were back again at a new city city, a new job, and a new house.

It felt so…empty.

Minimalism not by choice, but by necessity.

A few pictures hung on the walls, some of your family and friends, but were mostly cheap prints you found at your local home goods store.

A work in progress, is what you told yourself as you slowly settled in. It didn’t have to perfect.

The neighbourhood was nice; cute, quaint, and quiet. The people were nice and helpful, welcoming you as you caught the eyes of a particular neighbour.

Everyone called him James, but he introduced himself as Bucky as he extended an arm for you to shake.

It was warm, a beaming smile on his face as he pointed to the u-haul truck in your driveway.

“Need any help?”

You remember shaking your head, pride and ego too high before Bucky scoffed.

“You expect me to believe that a pretty little thing like you is gonna carry in an entire couch by herself?”

You felt embarrassed. You therapist did tell you that it was okay to ask for help, so you finally caved.

Bucky called over another neighbour; Sam.

He made you laugh within the first five minutes as his nephews came barrelling down the street yelling.

“We can help!”

And they did, the two boys probably did more than the three adults ever did—and the best part is that they still had energy by the end of it.

“I don’t have much, but how about I order us some pizza’s as a thank you?” You offered, shutting your fridge as you realized you had nothing but a few beers and some ketchup.

Sam laughed, “I’ll take you up on that offer next time, but I’ve gotta get back.”

You thanked him profusely, telling that the pizza offer didn’t expire before it was just you and Bucky.

The old you would have never asked for help, let alone offering a stranger dinner, but here you were.

You both are swapping stories before the night grew young and you’d swapped numbers.

Yeah, this neighbourhood was alright.

Bucky had a habit of doing most things shirtless. 

Not like you minded, in fact, it didn’t seem like anyone in the neighbourhood really minded. Only Sam ever giving Bucky shit asking do you even own any shirts?

It was Sunday morning which meant you’d woken up to multiple sets of lawnmowers and the faint sound of chirping birds before you’d decided that you’d add your brand new hydrangea tree to your front yard. 

Lucky for you, Bucky had decided to workout at the same time. 

He jogged past you, stopping to send you a wink.

“Looking good, plum!” He chuckled, stopping on his driveway as you saw the gym equipment in his garage. 

You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh as you continued to prod at the dirt. 

The sexual tension that Bucky carried with him was obvious. You’d learned very quickly that everyone was interested in getting into Bucky’s pants, but no one had ever gotten that lucky.

He loved the attention though, he had to as he did pull-ups in full view of everyone. 

It wasn’t long until his sweaty torso, dog tags clinging softly, was making it’s way over to you as he brushed a few beads of sweat off his forehead before crouching down beside you. 

“What are these?” He asked, slightly out of breath as you dropped the small shovel in your hand.

“Hydrangea’s.” You answered, smiling as you finished patting the soil. 

He hummed, “they smell sweet.” 

You nodded your head, “they’re my favourite.” 

Bucky looked at you, smiling, “not as sweet as you though, plum.” 

It was an instinct to roll your eyes as Bucky chuckled, the two of you standing up as the local power walking club passed you; mostly paying attention to the shirtless Bucky. 

You couldn’t blame them. 

“You wanna come in for some lemonade? It’s freshly squeezed.” You enticed him as he chuckled.

“I’d love some.” 

Bucky knew your house all too well, his trips becoming so frequent that you had decided to give him the tour one night before dinner. 

They were cookie cutter houses, an identical copy to all the other houses on the block, but Bucky still took the tour as if his life depended on it. 

“Any plans for today?” You asked, opening the fridge as you grabbed the glass pitcher while Bucky slid onto one of the bar stools. 

“I’ve got a few case files to look over tonight,” he groaned as you poured him a tall glass and slid it over to him before you did the same for yourself. 

Bucky was an attorney, so it made sense as to why he didn’t have wife. 

Or at least that’s what you told yourself because surely there’s eligible people that he’s shown interest in. 

His work hours were hectic and never consistent, some days staying in the office until five and other until one in the morning. 

“Well then here’s to the weekend,” you smiled, raising your glass as Bucky did the same, lightly tapping them against one another before taking a sip. 

He let out an approving moan, eyes locked with yours as he licked the remaining lemonade from his bottom lip; but he knew what he was doing.

“Almost as sweet as you,” he was proud, the smirk on his lips telling enough as you shook your head.

“You’ve gotta put that pent up sexual energy to use, James.” 

The slip of his name always did something to him, watching the way his eyes darkened just a little. 

“Plum, if you call me James one more time I’ll have no choice but to put you over my knee,” he deadpanned, your breath catching in your throat at the prospect. 

Was that something you were into? You weren’t sure, but for Bucky? You’d try anything once.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you mumbled jokingly, half jokingly, as you began wiping the counter down to distract yourself from the fact that Bucky had stood up and was reaching his black and gold arm out to place over yours; stopping your movements. 

“Let’s stop playing this game,” he purrs, heavy hand tugging you so you’re facing him. 

His hair has grown since you’d met him almost eight months ago, pushed back from his sweaty workout as you meet his gaze.

It’s darkened, pupils consuming his irises as you swallow thickly.

“What game?” 

He shakes his head, looking down as another smirk tugs at his lips.

“Don’t act stupid with me now.” 

A shiver rolls down your spine at the authority in his voice and the way he’s holding you by your bicep.

“Don’t act like you don’t think about me late at night,” he purrs, voice dropping an octave and you can smell him. 

There’s sweat and bergamot, presumably his deodorant as you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Do you wanna know what I think about, plum?” He then cooes, cupping your face gently with his cool palm. 

You can only nod your head. 

He turns your head, “see those windows?”

He asks, your eyes scanning the large living room glass before you nod your head. 

“They look out  into the entire neighbourhood.” He whispers, “and I’ve dreaming about the day I get to fuck you against them for everyone to see.” 

His words make you gasp, breath hitching in your throat as you have to bite your lip to stop the moan that threatens to slip past your lips.

“Dreaming about the day I get to make you mine.” 

You feel butterflies, but not in your tummy. 

He pulls you close again, pressed against his crotch and oh. 

“That’s what you do to me,” you wiggle your hips instinctively, finding your confidence and Bucky sees this. 

“Use those big girl words of yours, plum. I know you’re a smart girl,” he mocks, tapping your lip and suddenly you forget how to speak. 

“I want you to use me,” you finally manage to spit out, watching the way Bucky’s face lights up and the way his cock twitches against your hip. 

“Good girl. See what happens when you put that baby brain of yours to work?” He taunts you, already bunching your sundress until he’s hiking it around your waist so he can slip his fingers under your panties. 

It makes you gasp, eyes closing and mouth opening as he runs warm fingers through your folds. 

“So fucking wet.” He growls, “barely need any warming up, could probably take my cock right now. So desperate.” 

Oh how his taunts makes your knees weak. 

He’s quick to sink to his knees, nose prodding your covered core as he looks up at you before he’s biting your panties with his teeth and slowly tugging them down your legs.

That’s a new one. 

It causes a moan to bubble, leaning against your counter as he shoves your panties into his pocket.

“I think I’ll keep these.” 

Do whatever you want, just touch me you keep repeating in your head as you feel his hot breath over your pussy. 

His mouth is finally over you, lapping your juice up as he hums and moans against you. The vibrations are enough to have you teetering on the edge, his beard rubbing against your inner thighs and you’ll be feeling that tomorrow.

“God,” he groans. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet, plum.” 

You look down, seeing the way he’s palming himself through his shorts all while he’s eating you out and it sends a shiver running over your body. 

He pulls away, lips glistening under the light filtering through your windows.

“Have you ever squirted?” 

The question catches you off-guard, mouth slightly agape as you stutter out nonsense. 

“I-uh, I think? Maybe, once, I-I don’t,” you don’t know what the right answer is, but Bucky just hushes you.

“I want you to relax, okay? Don’t think, just feel.” He explains as you swallow and nod your head before he’s back between your legs. 

He starts slow again, with his tongue flat against you before feel his fingers at your entrance. 

When he slowly stretches you, curling his vibranium fingers, there’s absolutely no holding back.

“That’s it baby.” He cooes, “can feel you squeezing me, I know you wanna.”

It’s a slightly foreign feeling. The tightness and pressure mixing and meshing with each other as sudden waves start washing over you. 

It happens all of a sudden, a loud yelp leaving you as you soak Bucky’s face and chest, and Bucky looks feral. 

He’s up, standing, before pulling you into a kiss, your first kiss, where you can taste yourself. 

“You ever done that, plum?” He asks, heaving chest and aching cock as you shake your head.

“No.” 

“Of course you haven’t, but now that your sweet cunt is mine, I’m gonna have you squirting every goddamn day.” He growls, quickly tearing your dress off of you, taking a step back and admiring you. 

“You see this?” He pulls his cock free, pumping himself, “all because of you.” 

You’re kissing him again, skin against skin, as you’re moving towards the large windows in the early afternoon light before Bucky has you pressed up against it. 

The glass is cold against your skin, nipples perking up as you gasp again, “now everyone’ll know just who you belong to.

It makes you whimper, feeling him run the head of his cock through your folds teasingly. 

He kicks your feet apart further before he’s wrapping his bicep around your neck, getting so close to your ear that you can feel his breath against you. 

When he sinks into your slowly, you relax against him.

“Fuck.” He hisses, “so fucking tight.” 

Your walls flutter around him, greedily grabbing him as you swallow him. 

“Taking my cock so well, baby. And all for the neighbours to see.” He chuckles lowly, bottoming out and pulling your back flush against his chest.

His warm, wandering hand starts down at your clit, teasing you before slowly running up your tummy before he groans. 

“I’m deep inside you, can you feel me?” He purrs, pressing on the belly bulge as another low groan echos in your ear. 

“Bucky,” you whine, wiggling your ass as you feel your slick against your own thighs now, without a doubt dripping onto Bucky too. 

“Aww, sweetheart.” He’s mocking now, “you need to be fucked? Can feel how wet and desperate you are.” 

He rocks his hips, a gentle taunt as he gets even deeper. 

“S’okay,” he cooes. “I’m gonna take care of you even better than that husband of yours ever did.” 

He then snaps his hips harshly, taking the breath from your lungs as you’re pressed harder against the glass. 

You can feel his now hot dog tags pressed against your back, clinking together as he fucks you deep and hard. 

“C’mon, plum.” He grunts, “want you to squirt over my cock.”

The same pressure is there again, like a rubber band waiting to snap as Bucky’s fingers find your clit and you can’t hold it back anymore.

You’re soaking his cock, pushing him out with the force of your orgasm as Bucky bites down on your shoulder before he’s slipping back inside of you. 

“My dirty slut, getting fucked for the neighbours to see,” he growls.

“But I’m not satisfied yet.”

He’s grabbing your ass, squeezing the supple flesh, “come for me, cream over my cock, plum. Let me breed you.” 

You’re whimpering, voice leaving you as you feel your orgasm gripping your body in immense pleasure before Bucky’s hips are stuttering deep inside of you and you can feel the twitch of his cock. 

The sound of Bucky cumming, deep, rumbling moans replay in your mind as you find your breath again, his bicep relaxing from your neck. 

He presses soft kisses to your shoulders and neck, turning you around with a lazy smile. 

“You’d make a great wife, you know that?” He smirks, wiping your bottom lip.

“Sweet, innocent looking thing on the outside, but fuck do you make my knees weak, plum.” 

You can’t help but giggle, pulling him in by his dog tags, “take me to dinner first, James.” You purr teasingly, watching him bite his lip.

“Only if I can have you for dessert.” 

Dessert, breakfast, lunch, dinner? Bucky didn’t care, he just wanted you always. 

And he finally got you.

[bucksfucks]

stranded

summary: when your car breaks down on the side of the road and your dad can’t come rescue you, he sends the next best thing. 

pairing: dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader 

word count: 2,434 words

warnings: significant age gap [reader in 20′s, bucky in late 30′s], car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, drunk sex, alcohol consumption, sloppy sex, bucky teases you a lot, thigh riding, pet-names, fingering, finger sucking, size kink, metal arm kink, praise kink, slight edging, bucky finishing in you, talk of masturbation [in passing] — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

“I don’t know, the engine made a sound and now it won’t start.” You groaned into your phone, your dad sighing on the other end of the line as you leaned your head against your seat. 

“Can you get it into a mechanic?” He asked as you rolled your eyes.

“Considering it won’t start, I don’t think so.” 

You were just outside of town, almost making it home before your piece of shit car decided to crap out on you and die. 

“I’m stuck in the office until seven, but I’ll get Bucky to pick you up, okay?” Your dad said, shuffling on the other end of the line as your heart dropped into your stomach at the sound of his name. 

“Bucky?” Your throat was suddenly dry, heart hammering as you could hear it’s reverberation in your ears like the sound of waves in a shell. 

“He’s good with cars too, might even be able to bring your car back to life long enough to get it into a mechanic.” Your dad’s voice was calm and collected, unlike the way your breathing was. 

“Oh, okay. Yeah, that’s really nice of him.” You tried to act normal, like nothing was wrong. 

Like Bucky hadn’t fucked you the bathroom of some gross college bar during your last year just a months ago. 

You hadn’t seem him since. Last you heard, he had set off on a solo trip to California as he kissed you on the cheek at the end of the night.

With his cum staining your thighs.

And the scent of him on your shirt as you watched him walk out of the bar.

Now he was going to come and rescue you from the side of the some dirt road.

“You there, sweetie?” Your dads voice brings you back to reality as you shake your head.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. The reception’s spotty.” You lie right through your teeth. 

“Hang in there, sweetie, okay? Bucky shouldn’t take longer than 20 minutes.” Oh good, at least you’ll have time to prepare yourself for the moment you’d see him again. 

“Okay, thanks dad. I’ll see you soon then.” You both say your goodbyes before the line goes dead and you’re left staring at the nearly desolate road as the occasional car or semi roars by. 

It’s getting late but thankfully it’s the dead of summer which means that it would be impossible to get cold, even with the sun down. 

No matter how hard you tried not to think about Bucky, the memories of that night came flooding back with each gust of warm air. 

The way his fingers danced up your shirt as he pressed you against the dingy bathroom wall. 

The way he bent the bathroom door handle at an angle that would lock the two of you in there for some privacy—the sparks of gold and shining black flashing through your mind. 

The way he found all your sweet spots and the way he would call you Kid to egg you on as you took shots with him until you were dizzy. 

And the way he made you cum harder than ever before until you had no more breath left in your lungs. 

You had to shake yourself free of those thoughts, the familiar burn forming between your legs as you decided to pop your hood to see if you could magically figure out what had gone wrong. 

It all looked so foreign, like a different language as you stared at the various car parts—the only thing you recognized was where you re-filled your windshield fluid. 

A rumbling engine caused you to peek your head around the hood of your car to watch that familiar Impala pulling up right behind your car. 

Your heart kicked in your chest, throat going dry as your hands were suddenly clammy watching him step out of the car. 

Dressed in all black, Bucky shut the door of his car as he took his sunglasses off and tucked them in the front of his shirt. 

“I gotta say,” his voice is so much deeper than you remembered.

“This isn’t how I thought we’d be meeting again.” 

He smirks, coming to stand beside you to look under the hood. “If it makes you feel better, neither did I.” 

Your words make him chuckle as he turns his body to face you, arms over his thick chest and the early evening sun bouncing off of the prosthetic. 

The same fingers that were knuckle deep inside of you, coaxing sweet, sweet moans as you fell over the edge more times than you can count. 

“Your car battery is dead,” he says, after a quick inspection—arms propping himself on the hood as he uses the shiny metallic hand to point at the battery.

“It looks like it’s been leakin’ for a while. How old is the battery?” 

His question strikes you and suddenly you feel embarrassed and useless, “I don’t know.” 

He shifts again, tucking his finger under your chin so you look up at him. His eyes are soft and you find yourself lost in them.

“It’s okay, Kid, was just asking. Unfortunately I don’t have any cables, even if I did, it looks pretty lifeless.” He explains, finger dropping from under your chin and you want to whimper. 

You nod your head, “thanks, Buck.”

You don’t even register that you call him that. “Oh, sorry. I mean, Mr. Barnes.” 

Now that makes him laugh, holler even as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. 

“Please don’t call me Mr. Barnes, sugar.” He says, the familiar pet-name doing nothing to alleviate the ache between your thighs. 

“Why not?” You ask, genuinely curious as he takes a step towards you. 

You’d also forgotten how much bigger Bucky was, in more than one way. He towered over you, remembering how he easily had you lifted and pinned against the wall as fuck fucked into you. 

“Because.” he smirks. “I’ve heard you moan my name and I don’t wanna hear it any other way.” 

Your breath gets caught in your throat, a gasp replacing it as you feel the familiar prick of goosebumps over your skin.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.” He adds nonchalantly as you were still repeating his words in your mind. 

He looks at you for a moment longer before brushing past you, “it’s getting dark.” 

You managed to unfreeze, legs moving from under you as you grabbed your duffle bag and whatever other miscellaneous objects from your car before tossing them in the back of Bucky’s car.

“Nice car,” you comment as you slide into the worn leather seats. Bucky smirks, turning the engine over as it roars to life. 

“Thanks, Kid.” There it was again, the same taunt he used as you both downed a shot of tequila. 

“Don’t call me that, I’m not a kid.” You weren’t mad, the slight smirk on your face was telling enough as Bucky put the car into neutral. 

He leaned back, thick thighs spread as he put his arm over the back of the seats.

“I just missed that pout of yours, sugar.” 

You didn’t even realize you were pouting until Bucky pointed it out, dark eyes watching you as you relaxed into the seat. 

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about this on the drive home to my father’s house.” You mumble, trying to contain the faint smile on your lips as Bucky leans into you.

“I don’t think having my cock buried deep inside of you was very appropriate either, but you didn’t seem to mind,” he purrs, fingers falling onto the back of your neck. 

A shudder travels down your spine when you feel his hand tighten around the base of your neck. 

“Haven’t stopped thinking about you, sugar, you know that?” His voice drops an octave as the rumbling of the car’s engine make your pussy jump. 

“You haven’t?” You whisper out, moving closer to him as he turns his body towards you. 

“Having my hand wrapped around my own cock just doesn’t feel as nice as your tight pussy.” He hums, feeling his dick jumping in his pants. 

“Haven’t stopped thinking of your sweet moans, or the way your mouth felt around my cock.” His smirk is darker now, cock growing in his jeans as you let out a soft moan.

“Bucky, we-we,” you can’t even find the words, “this is so wrong.” 

He hums, thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

“Then why does it feel so fucking good?” He growls, tugging you into his lap as you let him, giving into the way his warm body feels against you. 

You can feel him under you, his fingers instinctively digging into your hips as yours go to his broad shoulders so you can steady yourself. 

“Tell me you haven’t thought of me,” he smirks. “That you haven’t touched that tight cunt of yours wishing it was my fingers or cock.” 

You gasp, wetness pooling in your panties as you let out a whine, “Bucky.” 

“Mmm, that’s what I thought, sugar. My poor girl,” he hums, slowly rocking your hips over his with more fervour. 

“Did I ruin men for you? Is that what this is about?” He taunts, holding your face in between his fingers as you’re forced to look at him. 

You can see the lines in his forehead, pupils blown with lust as you’re able to pick out the grey hairs littered between the dark brunet ones. 

“Your cock sure as hell did,” you pant, tangling your fingers in his hair and pressing your lips over his as he lets out a low grunt. 

The kiss is messy, and you revel in the familiar taste of coffee and spearmint as your tongue glides against his along with the occasional bump of your teeth against his. 

“You better start thinking of excuses as to why you’re late ‘cause I’m about to fuck you.” He snarls, lips trailing down your neck as he sinks them into your sensitive skin. 

“Grind yourself over my thigh, sugar. Get yourself nice and ready.” He smirks, hands already up the shirt you were wearing playing with your breasts. 

Who are you to deny yourself the pleasure of riding Bucky’s thigh, the fabric of your jeans against your pussy mixed with the hard muscle causes a sweet friction that makes you mewl. 

“Missed that sound, baby. Missed the way you felt, the way you tasted,” his lips are over yours.

“But most of all, missed the way my cock fit perfectly inside you.” 

Bucky had a way with words, knowing exactly how to make you come apart and that is what made him absolutely lethal. 

He was like a wave that you rode, getting you high and wet and then slipping right through your fingers. 

“Lie down.” He grunts, “on the seat.”

It’s a messy and incredibly tight fit, but the couch-like seat allowed you get your back flat as Bucky shuffled in between your legs. 

With some struggle, Bucky managed to get your pants down past your ass, your fingers quickly undoing his belt as you freed his cock. 

“Fuck,” you gasped as he smirked.

“What? Forgot how big I was?” He purrs, cradling your face, “it fit last time, it’ll fit today.” 

You wanna chide back, think of a smart, witty remark, but your mind goes blank with lust and need. 

“Not so fast, sugar.” He cooes, “gotta warm you up first.”

The fucking tease. 

You whimper when you feel his fingers at your entrance, cock heavy against your hip as he slides a single finger in. It’s not enough, not by a long-shot as your walls warm up the cool metal. 

“Bucky, please c’mon.” You whine, bucking your hips into his hand. It does nothing but make him chuckle

“You know I love hearing you beg, that’ll just slow me down.” You nearly throw a fit, as he slowly curls the single finger deep inside of you. 

He’s relentless, finally adding a second finger and hooking them against your g-spot. It causes your toes to curl and the heat to grow in your belly—but he never gives you the satisfaction. 

Instead, he pulls them out, tapping them against your lips, “clean them.” 

A shudder rolls over your body, lips parting to take the heavy digits in your mouth as you maintain eye contact with Bucky. 

You’ve always wondered if he can feel those fingers, but the groan he gives you answers your question.

“Good girl. I missed that about you.” He praises, running his cock through your folds as you squeak out a gasp at the sudden pressure against your clit. 

There’s not warning as he slides in, slow and long as he holds himself up on his forearms; warm breath fanning across your face. 

“Feel so fucking good,” his eyes flutter closed as he bottoms out, nostrils flaring when he takes a deep breath trying to control himself. 

It’s unfair, the way he knows you’re body. 

There’s no taking his time, you’re parked on the side of the road with Bucky balls deep inside of you. He’s fucking you and he’s fucking you good. 

The car shakes, suspension squeaking as he thrusts into you; the strokes much deeper from the confined space. 

“You have no idea how good you feel, sugar.” He grunts, pelvis bumping your clit as you throw your head back deeper into the seats. 

Everything around you smells like leather, sex, and Bucky. 

Your abdomen tightens as your toes curl and—

“That’s it, gonna come for me. Make a fucking mess.” 

There’s nothing you can do to hold back your orgasm. It hits you like the truck that speeds past the parked car and you let out a choked gasp of Bucky’s name. 

You’re both panting, everything is a mess and you’re wondering just how you’ll have to act as if Bucky’s cum isn’t leaking into the panties you’re wearing. 

“I haven’t come that hard since.” He chuckles, “well since that night at the bar.”

You can do nothing but smile, butterflies in your tummy as he helps you sit up, both of you awkwardly wiggling back into your jeans.

It’s silent, but not uncomfortable as Bucky pushes down on the brake and shifts into drive. The moves forward a few metres before there’s a powering down sound and the engine splutters.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you laugh, turning to face Bucky who can’t stop laughing. 

“Well it looks like we’re both stranded now,” he winks, pulling you into the slightly larger backseat, “might as well find a way to kill the time.” 

[bucksfucks]

backseat of his car

summary: being a teacher means you encounter many dilf’s.

pairing: dilf!bucky x f!teacher!reader

word count: 4,094 words

warnings: undefined age-gap [bucky is older], mention of cheating [reader’s ex], mention of anxiety + nervousness, pet-names [sweetheart & plum], THERE IS NO DADDY KINK [but the word is used/mentioned], sexual tension, food mention [pizza], metal arm kink, praise kink, size kink, ruined kink, crying kink [dacryphilia], car sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral [bucky goes down on reader], hair pulling kink [for bucky], edging, lots of teasing — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

notes: who doesn’t love a dilf?? dividers by @firefly-graphics <<3

You used to love grocery shopping.

It was at the small, locally owned supermarket right in the middle of town of your cute, cozy town. 

You knew where everything was, having a routine. First the fresh produce, then your breads, moving onto dairy and lastly snacks and frozen foods. 

You also missed Martha, the sweet, 60 year old cashier that asked about your day and weekend plans.

She always gave you a discount on Sunday’s, putting her index finger over her lips as she gave you a wink while you thanked her.

Her granddaughter was in your class, well, you were a substitute teacher for her granddaughter’s class and she absolutely adored you.

But now, you were thrust into a new, larger than you could wrap your head around city as you struggled to find the damn ranch.

God, nothing made sense. Why would you put the produce in the middle of the grocery store? It didn’t make any logical sense as you muttered something under your breath before taking a deep breath and craning your neck to read the sign above you.

Aisle 7: useless, useless, useles ah, there it was, salad dressing.

It had to be there, there was no way it could be hiding anywhere else. 

You may have been a little too wrapped up in your own little world, eyes trained on the small bottle of ranch as you heard the sound of metal clashing against metal.

Your head shot in the direction of the disturbance and oh no.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”

The words left your mouth at lightning speed, spilling apology after apology at the stranger who quickly turned around with a warm smile on his face.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” He chuckled, a wave of relief washing over you as your anxiety settled: he wasn’t mad or angry or upset. 

You shook your head. “I was so focused on finding the ranch, I-I totally didn’t see you there.”

He cocked his head to the direction of where the various salad dressings sat.

“Oh you don’t want that one, this one’s much better.

He grabbed for the one right beside, a brand you weren’t familiar with and extended his arm. 

That’s when you caught a glimpse of it, realizing it was a prosthetic of sorts that shined under the unflattering fluorescent supermarket lights. It was black with little gold detailing and truly beautiful. 

You grabbed the bottle gently, reading the label.

“So if I hate it, I know who to blame,” you joked, getting him to crack a smile. 

“Bucky,” he offered the same hand for you to shake as you did so. 

That’s also when you could take a better look at him. He was older than you, you didn’t know how much, but older. Blue eyes paired with dark tufts of brunet hair, mixed with grey’s that littered and peppered his head. Along with slightly rosy cheeks from the late summer heat. 

He was cute. He was hot. You wanted to know more about the handsome stranger in the salad dressing aisle of the grocery store. 

“I will take full responsibility if you hate it, but that won’t happen.” He replied confidently as you raised your eyebrows.

“Careful, you’re setting the bar really high for me.” 

He shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Keep your standards high, sweetheart.” He winked and you had to duck your head because wow, that was smooth. 

The silence started getting awkward before someone loudly cleared their throat and motioned at the fact you and Bucky were blocking the aisle as you quickly cleared it. 

“I guess that’s our sign,” he joked.

“I’ll see you around,” he dropped his right eye in a wink and all you wanted was to hear him say your name just a little bit more. 

You didn’t have time to think about Bucky for longer than a few days. Though, you often hoped to bump into him again. 

Stressing about teaching your first year ever was the only thing circulating in your mind.

And today was the first day. 

You were sitting in the classroom, double, triple, quadruple checking everything as you paced the classroom looking up at the clock every 30 seconds; you counted.

Everything had to be perfect. First impressions were everything and you didn’t want any of the parents to have a reason not to like you. 

Hell, you were terrified of any of the kids not liking you, they were first graders, they shouldn’t be terrifying. 

Yet here you were, shaking in your skin as you heard the familiar footsteps accompanied by much heavier adult ones. 

It was go-time. 

After the first couple of parents you felt like yourself again, greeting everyone and pointing towards their own individual cubbies before the chaos ensued and you barely had time to keep track of who was flying into your classroom. 

It all seemed to be settling down before...

“I’m so sorry we’re late, but someone refused to eat their banana’s because they weren’t cut perfectly even.” 

A familiar voice rang out from behind you. 

“Dad! You just don’t get it!” A smaller, younger voice argued back playfully as you spun on your heels and there Bucky was, holding a pretty pink backpack in one hand with who you presumed to be his daughter by his feet. 

“Oh hey, how was the ranch?” He asked nonchalantly, smiling as he stepped closer to you. 

“It was, uhm, it was great,” you were caught off guard, but you had to remember where you were and who surrounded you. 

“See, I told ya’,” he smiled, keeping it professional. 

“Well, this is Luna, Luna, this is your new teacher. She’s very nice and she even likes the same ranch as you!” He cheered, watching her face light up as she ran into your legs and hugged you.

You forgot kids did that.

“Oh my—Luna,” he softly scolded her. “You gotta ask before you touch, remember?” 

You chuckled, “it’s alright, really. But those are some good rules that your dad has.” You told her in a sweet, but matter-of-fact tone of voice as she nodded her head. 

Then she was off, spotting a friend as Bucky turned back to you, “I’m sorry, she’s just super excited about the first day of school.” 

It was endearing, most kids hated it, not wanting to leave their parents side. 

You shook your head, “that’s great to hear, honestly. I think I’m more nervous than the kids.” 

He furrowed his brows, squeezing your shoulders, “there’s nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

That damn nickname sent a whirlwind of butterflies roaring through your stomach, reminding yourself to stay professional.

You couldn’t answer him, getting caught up in the questions of other parents are you slowly lost sight of Bucky.

You had no choice but to take a deep breath before getting on with the rest of your first day.

Luckily for you, the end of the day came faster than you thought it would and soon enough your classroom emptied until it was just you and Luna.

She seemed pretty content, though. Sitting on the mats reading a book before her head shot up at the heavy sounding boots on the floors.

“Daddy!” She squealed, jumping right into his arms as he crossed the threshold of the classroom and laughed as he caught her.

“Hey princess! I’m sorry I was late, but how about we stop for some ice cream on the way home?” He suggested and she cheered, running to pack her things.

He looked at you, a sympathetic smile on his lips.

“Don’t even try to apologize, you’re 15 minutes late,” you beat him to saying anything and he ducked his head, laughing.

“It won’t happen again, I promise.” He said, sticking a pinky out as you looked at him slightly confused.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “oh c’mon, this is the only way to swear.”

You chortled lightly, wrapping your pinky around his, “there, now it’s sealed.”

He smiled, both your hands dropping to your sides as his eyes met the small sign up sheet that hug on your small announcement board.

“What’s this?” He asked, stepping closer.

“Oh, it’s just a sign up sheet if parents wanted to lend a helping hand for any of the activities planned for the year.”

“It’s not mandatory,” you added, seeing the look on Bucky’s face.

“Are there any spots left?” Meeting your eyes as you scanned over the list, seeing that all of the spots, had in fact, been taken. 

“Oh, it uh, actually looks like there aren’t,” you said, surprised yourself as you met his eyes again. 

He was smiling, grabbing a marker from one of the group of desks you had made the craft section before he was kneeling and scribbling something. 

“There.” He said proudly, “now there’s a new, and very important may I add, spot that I can fill.” 

Designated Chair Stacker - Bucky Barnes

You laughed, shaking your head, “very important.” 

And it was, your mind flashed back to all the chairs you were forced to stack after assemblies, parent-teacher nights, show and tell’s, and yeah. It was the worst, and Bucky was now offering his help—you weren’t going to refuse it.

“Thank you, Bucky. Really, you didn’t have to take on that responsibility,” you say as he just shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s really just so I can show this baby off.” 

He raised his prosthetic into the light, smiling as you looked at it, once again getting interrupted by Luna hurling herself towards Bucky and hanging off of his arm. 

“You ready to go home, munchkin?” He laughed, going to grab her bags and truly, pack for her because she had gotten distracted by anything and everything. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, looking down at his daughter, “bye, Miss!” She squealed, waving her hand at you as you waved back, watching her and Bucky leave the room as you felt a smile etched onto your face

Then it really hit you, Bucky was a parent of one of your students which means the crush you had slowly developed on him was hideously inappropriate. 

The days turned into weeks, and weeks in months and suddenly the school year was nearly over.

You really couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe that time was flying by that fast. 

But here you were, moving chairs around the classroom in preparation for the parent-teacher night that was starting...shit, you looked at the clock, it was starting now. 

Trickling in one by one, with their children, the parents came, stayed, chatted, and left. 

Everything was going smoothly as the night dwindled away and all you wanted was to go home, get in your baggiest and comfiest sweatpants and order a pizza before falling asleep watching The Office. 

“You expecting anymore visitors?” Bucky’s voice rang out as you saw him leaning against the doorway. 

“What’re you doing here still?” You asked, shaking your head as you looked at the clock. 

He pushed off the doorway, walking into the room to stand in front of you before motioning to all the scattered chairs still out, “they call my name.” 

You laughed, shaking your head at how seriously he’s taken his roll, but you’re truly grateful because you don’t think you’d physically recover from stacking thirty chairs. 

He got to work quickly, watching him as he picked them up with ease and you thought that his metal appendage must have some...advantages. 

Advantages that were completely inappropriate to think about, but when he looked so good stacking chairs—biceps bulging in the one-size-too-small black shirt he was wearing, well it was hard not to let your mind wander. 

“And just like that,” he beamed, “s’all done.”

It took him 15 minutes to get them all stacked and neatly lined up in the corner, “wow.” 

“Impressive, I know,” he joked, shaking his head and there was a flirty nature surrounding the two of you. 

You were glad it wasn’t awkward, but, you were never sure of how genuine it was because you were his daughter’s teacher. 

“Thanks again, Buck,” the nickname often slipped into your daily vernacular around him as he smiled.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” 

He made your insides turn to mush, a feeling that you haven’t had in years, swearing off all relationships after your ex-almost-husband decided it would be a fantastic idea to cheat on you in your shared house. 

“You on your way out?” He asked as you picked up your bags, double checking that everything was in place to be left alone for the weekend before nodding your head.

“Yup.” 

“You like pizza?” 

His question catches you off-guard, “uhm, yeah?”

He smirks, “awesome, I’ll drive,” he’s got his keys in his hands, walking backwards out of the classroom with a smile on his face as he watches the smile that tugs on your lips. 

“Oh c’mon, I know the best pizza place ‘round town,” he chuckles as you’re walking through the now empty and darkened hallways of the school.

You walk through the front doors of the school and into the cool, early spring night air as you take a deep breath.

“The best? You really do have a habit of setting these high standards,” you joke as he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and you feel like you’re back in high school with how nervous you get. 

“What did I say, plum? Your standards gotta be high,” you shake your head, letting him lead you to his car; a 1967 Mustang. 

But you still can’t get over the pet-name he’s given you, more intimate that sweetheart.

“You’ve been here for what? Over six months? When’s the last time you went out and did somethin’ for you?” Bucky asks, tone becoming more serious as you sigh.

“Okay, okay, okay, you caught me,” you laugh, raising your hands in mock defeat as Bucky rounds the car and opens the passenger side door for you.

“Nothing says self care like pizza,” he chuckles, sliding into the drivers side before the engine roars to life and you can feel the muscle of the car from the way your seat vibrates under you. 

Bucky takes to the streets, stopping at stop signs and red lights where he would look over at you as you shared the many memories and stories you had as he just listened. 

When you grabbed the pizza—with extra cheese—Bucky drives out to the town’s lookout. With the windows down and the radio playing faintly in the background, you both eat in between fits of laughter and giggles. 

“Well? Is it the best pizza ever?” Bucky asks, raising an eyebrow at you quizzically as you hum, pretending like you’re thinking over your answer. 

“It’s alright,” you reply, biting back a smile as Bucky rolls his eyes playfully.

“I’ll let that one slide. But only because you’re cute.” 

Your breath hitches, getting caught in your throat at his words and you’re shaking your head. 

You didn’t have anything to say, couldn’t find the words as you looked back up at Bucky who was looking right back at you. 

He furrows his eyebrows, “hang on, you’ve got a lil’…” he leans over to swipe his thumb over your bottom lip to collect whatever was there. 

“Did you get it?” You whisper, noticing just how close he was now.

His lip twitches, “not yet, think I’ve gotta get a lil’ closer,” he hums, lips brushing yours before he was kissing you. 

And you kissed back, pressing your lips to his gently as he held your face in his hands. 

When you pulled back you felt giddy, looking at him sheepishly.

“That was wrong.” You sigh as he cocks his head, “kissing a pretty girl, is wrong?” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head, “no, but kissing your daughter’s teacher might be.”

Truthfully, you weren’t sure, there must’ve been some sort of unspoken code but as you sat here, in Bucky’s car with his hand still cupping your face, you really didn’t care.

“Promise not to tell?” He smiles, holding out his pinky before you’re curling yours around it like you’ve done so before.

“Promise not to tell,” you whisper, echoing his words before his lips are back on yours. 

He tasted like pizza, marinara sauce and cheese and yet it was the most romantic moment you’ve experienced so far. 

The kiss deepened, a groan leaving Bucky’s lips.

“If you don’t wanna go further, stop me now, but fuck.” He whimpers, “wanna feel ya so fuckin’ bad, baby.” 

You moan, long and high-pitched as your skin prickles with goosebumps from the way his hands are roaming your body.

“Don’t stop, whatever you do just please, don’t stop.”

That was all he needed before you were both tumbling into the small, slightly cramped backseat of his car. 

You always knew that Bucky was bigger than you, that he was huge. But having him like this, having his body pinning you down, it really solidified the fact that he was large.

“You really have no idea how crazy you drive me,” he purrs, hot breath against your neck as his lips travel over your jawline.

His hands squeeze your hips, his own grinding and dragging over the fabric of your jeans and fuck, why did you decided to wear jeans today. Out of all days today had to be casual Friday. 

“Didn’t think I’d ever feel like this again,” he murmurs over your skin, the scent of his cologne; oaky and rich, invading your senses as you let yourself relax into his touch. 

“Then you come into my life?” It’s a rhetorical question, a statement of disbelief, as he lifts his head to meet your eyes and you can see the faint outline of his smirk. 

“Not only do you make me feel young again, but you make my dick hard too?”

“Bucky,” you openly whimper, grabbing him by his neck to pull his lips back down to his and it gets messy, fast. 

You’d like to think that your first time with someone should be romantic. That it shouldn’t happen at 11:30 on a Friday night after you’ve consumed an entire pizza in the backseat of a car. 

But, maybe this is romance. 

It’s the simple things in life; it’s the ten dollar pizza, it’s the soft touches, it’s the way your stomach flips at the thought of that person. 

Your jeans are shrugged off, hanging somewhere around your ankles as Bucky’s shirt is torn off and you gasp. 

“I know, I know, plum,” he groans. “I’m gonna take care of you, gonna give you what you need.” 

It’s a soft promise as his metal fingers dance around the waistband of your panties before they’re slipping under the same time your hand wraps around his cock.

“Holy fu—” you’re at a loss for words as Bucky looks concerned, like he’s hurt you or overstepped a boundary.

“How’re, uh, are you gonna...fit?” You squeak out as Bucky blows a breath of air in relief. 

“We’ll make it fit,” he purrs, fingers focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves that he’s found in expert time and you throw your head back, “fuck.” 

You don’t mean to sound desperate, but you are. You’re desperate because you can’t remember the last time a man paid any attention to you. 

His touches are teasing, giving you what you need before pulling back and leaving you on the edge all while you continue to messily stroke him.

“You’re concerned about me fitting, sweetheart,” he hums. “But you’re soaking my fingers and backseat.” 

A shudder rolls over your spine, feeling two thick fingers dip into your entrance, “I think you’ve just got a greedy little cunt.” 

His voice is thick and low as he rasps in your ear, fingers curled deep inside of you, just coaxing moans as your fingers dig into his speckled skin; leaving those little crescent marks that remind you of the moon. 

The cool fabric of the leather seats aren’t enough to cool your skin, the car suddenly a million and one degrees hotter than it was just minutes ago as you pry your eyes open. 

Bucky’s eyes are trained on you, tongue darting out at the side of his mouth, “you look so pretty under me like this, plum.”

Oh how you hate how good he is with words, fingers stilling inside of you, “too good not to eat.” 

You’re not given a chance to respond before he’s able to position himself between your legs, tongue against your hot, aching core and your hands are flying to his hair as you tug.

“Fuck, do that again, plum. Felt s’good,” he moans against your pussy, eyes begging as you tug at his hair, bringing his face closer to you. 

He moans, eating you out like a man who hasn’t seen food in days; sloppily and hungrily. 

You’re dizzy, unable to breath and yet, he still doesn’t let you cum. 

“No, no, no,” you’re trying to push him back down, “please,” you hiccup, on the verge of tears from how fucking badly you need to come. 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel cold fingers swiping at your cheeks, “don’t cry, plum.” He cooes, kissing the tip of your nose as he lies you back down on the seat. 

“Need you,” is all you manage to choke out, “I know, sweetheart, I know you need it,” he hushes you. 

You feel him at your entrance, slowly pushing into you and you gasp because yes, yes, yes. Finally!

“You look so pretty when you cry. So fuckin’ desperate and ruined, yet I haven’t even fucked you,” he growls, bottoming out and it fills you more than anyone ever has.

It leaves you wincing as you adjust to the intrusion.

“Don’t move, it’ll only make it worse,” he shushes, softly massaging your pelvis while pressing kisses to your face as you relax.

“That’s a good girl, just relax,” his voice is low, reeling at the way it rumbles through his chest that’s nearly pressed flush against yours in the tight space.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He purrs, “havin’ my cock buried s’deep that I can feel me right...”

He moves a heavy palm over your lower belly, “here.” 

When he adds pressure, you absolutely lose it, squirming under him as your toes curl. The feeling of him so deep, so fucking deep that he can feel himself practically in your guts, leaves you trembling. 

“Gonna let me fuck you now? Have you coming over my cock and makin’ a mess on my backseat?” He taunts, slowly rocking his hips against yours, his pubic bone brushing over your clit sends jolts of electricity through your limbs. 

The car squeaks when he thrusts into you, suspension working in overtime as he has to use the doors edge as a makeshift headboard to keep himself steady. 

You know that the car is shaking and if anyone was to come across it, you’d be fucked. 

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’s my girl, looking so pretty taking my cock,” he groans, the angle you’re forced into due to the size of the backseat makes it so he’s hitting your sweet spot. 

And you know it won’t be much longer. 

He’s had you on the edge for far too long and he feels far too good. 

“C’mon plum, don’t hold back for me.” He pants, eyebrows knit tightly and the sound of Bucky whimpering and whining from how good you feel causes that tight coil to snap.

You take him with you, his arms giving way before he has just enough time to catch himself right over you as your lips and moans mesh together. 

Messy. There’s no other work to describe it other than messy. 

But it’s also perfect. 

The cool night breeze is a relief through the opened front windows as Bucky’s ragged breathing fans over your face.

“Wow.”

It’s said in unison, giggles leaving parted, swollen lips before you’re both struggling to re-dress yourself. Your panties beyond ruined, but you don’t care. 

When you’re both in the front seat, sitting facing each other trying to keep the smiles off your faces you just can’t. 

Because Bucky grabs your face, pressing a wet kiss to your lips, “I think I wanna keep doing this with you, don’t think I’ll ever wanna stop.” 

Yeah, something about older men, something about Bucky. You didn’t know what was going to happen, all you knew is that you were around for the journey. 

[bucksfucks]

  𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙞 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀

summary┃boundaries are blurred and nudes are sent, but you finally get what you’ve both been craving.

pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader

word count┃1,913 words

warnings┃mild phone sex, snapchat nudes, shitty date, unprotected sex, lots of teasing, bucky getting jealous, possessive!bucky, cocky!bucky, making out, bucky eating you out + fingering you, (face) squirting, light cum play, light breeding kink, bucky’s head board breaks, bucky masturbates with your panties — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃i’m not ready to let roommate!bucky go

PART ONE

    What had started out as an innocent date has transformed into you squirming in your seat as you desperately tried not to think about Bucky. 

    Your date was...well he wasn’t a good date at all. 

    Talking about his accomplishments in the stock market, how he dropped out of business school and made it on his own—with the help of daddy’s money of course. 

    He was not only boring, but you knew there was no way he would compare to Bucky. 

    The only reason you went out with him is because a mutual friend had set you both up, saying it was a good idea since you were both single. 

    But were you single? Were you really truly single if Bucky’s dick flashed across your phone screen? 

    It was quite clear the Bucky didn’t approve of the date, a shiver rolling down your spine at the thought of what Bucky would do to you. 

    Your date continued chatting, blabbering about how much money he’d made today in stocks—stroking his own ego as you opened the familiar yellow application. 

    The first picture was tame, a shameless mirror selfie of Bucky in those grey sweatpants you adored sitting snug and low on his hips. 

    You could see the evident outline of his cock, the next snap becoming a more risqué as he held his cock through his pants. 

    Captioning the photo hope the date is going well, sweets and it made your stomach flip in utter excitement. 

    Now that you were staring at the purple square you couldn’t care less about what your date was talking about—he was clearly getting something out of talking him and only him. 

    You had to be subtle, eyes widening only slightly when you opened Bucky’s Snapchat. 

    Easier said than done when it was your black lace panties wrapped around his cock as he jerked off with the caption thinking of your sweet pussy. 

    You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen, watching the small circle turn before the video cut out and suddenly, your throat was dry. 

    A gulp of water later and you still couldn’t shake the image of your panties around Bucky’s cock. 

    “Would you excuse me, I just have to run to the bathroom,” you said with a tight-lipped smile as he practically shooed you off. 

    You wove in and out of the various tables and chairs until you pressed your body against the bathroom door—relieved to find it was a single person one. 

    It was locked, staring at yourself through the mirror as you quickly punched Bucky’s number in and held your phone to your ear. 

    It rang, it rang again, and then he picked up. 

    “How’s the date goin’, Sweets?” You could hear the smirk he wearing as you paced the small space. 

    “You think that’s funny?” You sounded exasperated and sexually frustrated as Bucky just laughed on the other side. 

    “I think it’s pretty damn funny that you think you’ll find someone who makes you come as hard as I do.” His words are low and raspy as you hear him take a sharp breath. 

    “Come home, Sweets,” he purrs, “I miss you.” 

    Your pussy jumps at his words, the ache growing and you can feel the wetness in your panties before you hear the familiar sound of his lubed up cock. 

    “Bucky, are you masturbating right now?” You’re not offended, nor are you mad, instead, your voice is a low hum as you close your eyes. 

    “I told you I couldn’t stop thinkin’ of you,” he groans and you can hear his soft pants along with his hand moving over his dick. 

    “You know, ever since that night where we touched each other,” you shiver at the memory, “my own hand just doesn’t feel as good as yours.” 

    A shudder rolls over your body, leaning your body against the cool tile wall of the bathroom as you let yourself listen to Bucky’s low moans. 

    “Come home and let me make you feel so fuckin’ good, Sweets.” Bucky cooes and you can’t deny it anymore. 

    You nod your head, looking at yourself in the mirror, “I’ll be home in fifteen.” 

    You gave your date some piss poor excuse how your friend was in an emergency as you placed some money on the table for your half of the meal—not looking back as you flew out the door and into the streets. 

    The only think on your mind was Bucky and Bucky’s hand and the prospect of Bucky’s dick filling you up like you’d been dreaming of for the past year. 

    You cursed to yourself as you dropped your keys in a haste attempt at trying to shove the into the lock. 

    When you finally got the door open, throwing it closed and toeing your shoes off Bucky was standing, well, leaning on the frame of his door just watching you. 

    Neither of you said anything as you threw your arms around Bucky’s neck as you kissed him with need. 

    He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist—the only thing he was wearing were the same grey sweatpants from his Snapchat videos. 

    You’re dropped onto his bed, Bucky closing his bedroom door before he’s stalking back over to you. 

    “I think it’s cute how you thought another man could please you how I do,” he smirks, fingers gripping around your ankle to tug you to the end of the bed. 

    “And I’ve only used my fingers.” He’s confident and cocky, rightfully so as he tears your pants off of your body until you’re just in your panties. 

    “You must be imagining what my cock could do, hmm, Sweets?” The nickname falls off his lips gently as you’re whimpering under him already—nodding your head. 

    “These are cute,” he comments, tracing his fingers over your panties. “Did you wear them for him, or for me?” He whispers, cocking his head as he rips your shirt off your body. 

    “You, Bucky,” you mewl, left only in panties as you feel the heat coming off of his body as he kneels down at the edge of the bed and between your legs. 

    “And why’s that, Sweets?” He asks, teasing you as his mouth hovers over your clothed core. 

    You wriggle under him, “because only you can make me come!” You whine, begging him to touch you already. 

    He chuckles, low and dark before pressing a kiss to your panty covered clit. 

    It relives some of the tension for a second, Bucky’s hot breath over you before the panties are crawling off your legs. 

    “This pussy,” he groans, sliding two cold metal fingers through your folds, “is mine.” 

    Your fingers tangle in his hair trying to tug him to where you need him as his fingers continue to tease and play with you. 

    “I wanna hear you say it, Sweets. Then I’ll eat you out until you can’t breath,” he growls, eyes dark as your head falls against his pillows. 

    “Fuck—all yours Bucky, only yours,” you pant, the second those words leave your mouth his mouth is on you. 

    It startled you, lewd moan falling from your lips as he wraps his lips around your clit. 

    It’s exactly what you’ve been begging for, exactly what you’ve been dreaming and only ten times better. 

    “That’s my girl,” Bucky purrs against you, fingers knuckle deep as he coaxes soft pants from you. 

    Your legs squeeze his head, thick thighs keeping him anchored to your pussy as he licks, laps, and sucks until you’re close to the edge. 

    “‘M so close, Bucky, so close,” you feel like you’re in a trance as his fingers hook inside of you brushing your g-spot with intent. 

    He uses the opportunity to press his palm into your lower tummy, applying gentle pressure as you nearly thrash under him from how intense the buildup is.

    “Come for me, Sweets. Make a mess all over my face and mark me as yours,” he growls before you feel yourself snapping as your orgasm flows through you.

    Bucky rides you through the orgasm, tongue lapping at your core as your legs are left shaking.

    “That’s a new one for you, Sweets, isn’t it?” He purrs, climbing over you as you manage to flutter your eyes open as you catch your breath.

    You’re confused for a second before you see his beard glisten under the moonlight streaming through his curtains as you gasp out a moan.

    “It’s not that you can’t squirt,” he purrs, cupping your face as he brushes his nose against yours.

    “It’s just that you’ve been pickin’ men that can’t even find your clit.” He smirks, pressing his lips against yours.

    You taint yourself on his tongue, palming his cock through his sweatpants as he groans against your mouth.

    He tugs them down and off of his body, leaving him naked and you can’t get over how good he looks.

    “I’m not gonna make love to you tonight, Sweets,” Bucky mumbles, “I’m gonna fuck you tonight and spend tomorrow between your legs.”

    You moan at his words before you’re flipped over and Bucky’s slightly warm metal hand is pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you pinned against the bed.

    “You look so good like this, Sweets. Ass up, face down in my bed as you’re waitin’ for my cock to fill you up,” he purrs, teasing your entrance with his fingers making you whimper.

    “Can’t wait to fill you up,” he groans, his heavy against your entrance as he grips your waist—slowly pushing into you.

    The feeling of him stretching you is euphoric, digging your fingers into whatever it is that you can as he bottoms out inside of you.

    “Fuck—Sweets,” he almost whimpers as he gets impossibly deep inside of you.

    “Feel s’fuckin’ good, ruined any other pussy for me, you know that?” He grunts, snapping his hips once against you, sending you forward up the bed.

    His thrusts are deep and slow before he can’t hold back and he’s fucking you into the mattress where the only thing you can smell is his cologne and the fresh linen.

    “Gonna make me cum so hard ‘side you, have you leakin’ for me.” He grunts, gripping his cheap headboard with his bionic fingers as you hear the cracking of the wood.

    Your toes are curling, walls fluttering and tightening around him as he hits every spot imaginable.

    “That’s it, Sweets. Cum ‘round my cock, yeah—shit,” he hisses when you snap, locking him inside of you as he paints your walls.

    The headboard creaks, old springs of the mattress creaking as the room fills with Bucky’s loud moans.

    It’s your favourite sound.

    He’s panting, just like you are, feeling him pull out of you as he watches the way his cum slowly trickles out of you and down your thighs.

    “You like the way my cum streaks your thighs, Sweets,” he teases, smirking as his fingers trace up your thighs.

    You can’t verbally respond, exhausted against the pillows as you hum in response.

    “I gotta admit, I like seein’ you like this Sweets. Fucked out and covered in my cum.” He whispers in your ear, goosebumps on your skin as he cleans you up.

    You look up at him once you’re both settled back in bed, running your fingers along his jaw.

    “Hey, Sweets?” Bucky whispers, watching your eyes meet his.

    “I think I’m falling in love with you,” a smile blooms on both of your faces as you can’t stop the giggles, “the feelings mutual, Buck.”

[bucksfucks]

one hundred degrees

summary: when your a/c craps out on the hottest day of the year, your dad suggests you ask bucky to look at it.

pairing: dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count: 3,330 words

warnings: significant + undefined age-gap [reader in her mid 20’s & bucky in late 30’s], metal arm kink, innuendos, pet-name [kid, gumdrop, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie], dumbification [big girl words], lots of teasing, authority kink, talk of masturbation, size kink, kitchen sex, bucky is too big [makes it fit], bulge kink [bucky is in readers tummy], squirting, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on his own chest, fingering, multiple orgasms, bucky makes reader ride his fingers, talk of subspace [+ aftercare], showering with bucky — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

It was easily the hottest day of the air. The type of heat that you can feel; sticky, thick, and impossible to take a deep, refreshing breath in.

It was absolutely disgusting. And yet, it was the day that your dad’s air conditioning had finally crapped out on you. 

You felt like you were cursed. The summer you decide to move back in with your dad to save some money, and everything suddenly goes wrong. 

A breakup, a flat tire, and now, the A/C deciding to die. 

And it was only June.

You had no choice but to walk around in a tiny pair of loose shorts and a tank top, deciding against a bra because even the thought of it made you cringe.

Your dad didn’t seem too concerned, saying that he’d have someone come look at it tomorrow and that in the meantime? To sit outside with a cool glass of water. 

He was sitting in an air conditioned office, of course it didn’t bother him. But you were stuck inside a melting pot with no desire to do anything but sit in front of your fan. 

Then your phone chimed, a text from your dad popping up on the screen as you narrowed your eyes to read it. 

Ask Bucky, he’s good with his hands and might be able to fix it.

You shook your head, no. He wanted you to ask his best friend, your new neighbour to fix your air conditioning when you could barely have a conversation with him without zoning out at the thought of what his metal hand would feel like against your body. 

The thought of his metal prosthetic against any part of your body was even more inviting today, in the sweltering 100 degree plus heat that made you want to do nothing but have an ice bath. 

But, it was only mid-day and you felt like you were melting into a puddle of your own sweat. You didn’t think you had a choice, you were going to have to muster up the courage to walk yourself over to Bucky’s house and ask him for help.  

You had to shake your head to rid the thoughts of him. It was not only inappropriate, but embarrassing. It still felt like Bucky and your dad were playing a huge prank on you. There’s no way they were best friends, they were polar fucking opposites. 

Fire and water. Not two peas in a pod. 

You blamed it on your horrible relationship where your ex never cared or seemed bothered about the fact that you never came. 

At first, you thought there was something wrong with you. That because you failed biology, biology was now failing you. 

Then, you saw the various posts and threads online, people just like you recounting their experiences where they thought they couldn’t come until they met an older man.

An older man that showed that no, it wasn’t them, but their shitty ex-partners that never took the time out of their day to learn their bodies and what they like.

You sighed, wiping a thin sheen of sweat off your forehead as you stuffed your feet in an old pair of flip flops and made the short trek across the street until you were standing in front of Bucky’s door. 

You just...stared at it for some time before finally reaching up to press the doorbell, hearing the tune echo throughout his house. 

All you had to do now was wait.

Wait for Bucky. 

There was shuffling on the other side of the door, the sound of the lock faintly clicking before the door opened and nothing could have possibly prepared you for how Bucky greeted you. 

Dressed in absolutely nothing but a pair of jet-black workout shorts and a naked torso and chest that glistened under the hot afternoon sun as the black and gold of his prosthetic shined brightly. 

“Hey, Kid. What’re you doing over here?” He asked like it was nothing. Like he wasn’t half naked with his shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips where the prominent v-line he had worked hard on was on full display. 

“H-Hi, Bucky,” you had to clear your throat, not aware of how hoarse your words were going to come out. 

He smiled, leaning against the door frame as you saw his eyes flicker down your body briefly before he crossed his thick arms over his chest. 

“Our, um, our air conditioning went out and my dad said that someone was going to come look at it tomorrow, but he said that you were good with your hands and might be able to help in the meantime?” 

Your confidence faltered towards the end of your sentence, falling like the way your heart dropped to your stomach when Bucky called you kid.

He chuckled, pushing off of the doorframe, “well, I am good with my hands.”

You swore your heart stopped when he dropped a wink, “but I can’t promise I’ll get it fixed.”

You could do nothing but nod your head, ignoring the throbbing between your legs in hopes that it would go away. 

“I just have to grab my toolbox, come on in.” He ushered you in, closing the door and you moaned at the feeling of air conditioned and cool air surrounding you. 

“That good, huh?” He teased with a faint smirk as he disappeared further into his house, “it feels like I live on the sun back at my place.” You chuckle nervously, unable to see him, but still hear him.

He reemerges seconds later, a heavy looking toolbox in his left hand as he comes to a halt in front of you. Still shirtless. 

“Ready, Kid?” He asks with a smile and you furrow your eyebrows, “I’m not a kid.”

He chuckles, deep and low before shaking his head, “yeah? You’ll have to prove it, Kid.” He tacks on the pet-name out of spite, teasing you before he’s brushing past you and holding the door open for you.

The walk is short, you leading Bucky into the house and he groans, “Christ, it’s warm in here.

It’s your turn to laugh, “yeah, I’ve been tempted to just walk around naked today because even these,” you grip the fabric of your shirt, “are too much.”

Bucky’s listening, watching you intently as his tongue darts out from the corner of his mouth, “bit dangerous, don’t you think?” He smirks as you shrug your shoulders, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

He cocks his head to the side, “someone could see you, see a little too much of you, sweetie. A neighbour, perhaps.” His eyes have darkened significantly from when you first greeted him at his door. 

“I trust that my neighbour would keep it a secret,” the tension is thick as Bucky finally drops the toolbox onto the floor with a dense thud. 

“I think he would,” Bucky hums, opening the box as you watch the way his back muscles ripple as he bends over. 

“Gimmie a few minutes, yeah?” He asks, straightening out as you nod your head, “I’ll be in the kitchen.” 

You nearly bolt into the kitchen, telling yourself that you were in some heat-induced haze that was causing you to hallucinate that interaction between you and Bucky. 

You’re desperate for a glass of water, at least that’s what you tell yourself as you open the fridge and grab the pitcher, pouring a generous glass before nearly chugging half of it. 

It helps, for a moment. Quenching your thirst. Not the metaphorical one, though. 

There’s faint noise heard throughout the house and well, at least Bucky’s kind enough to take time out of his day to swelter in the heat trying to fix your air conditioning. 

You bite down on your lip, sinking your teeth into the flesh as you let your mind wander to that goddamn metal arm of his. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Bucky re-enters the kitchen, “I’ve got bad news and good news, Kid.” 

There it is again, that fucking pet-name you’re starting to despise. 

“What’s the bad news?” You ask, placing the cup onto the counter, “it’s dead, you need a completely new unit.”

You groan, shaking your head, “and the good news?” 

He’s still holding a wrench, flipping it, “you’re welcome to hang out at my place, I was just about to make lunch anyways.” 

You have to take a moment to digest his words, the offer, and the fact that it was Bucky asking you.

“Yeah, um thanks. That’s really nice,” you smile, and you’re truly grateful because you seriously think you’ll go crazy if you spend another minute trapped inside of your house. 

He smiles, “perfect.” Is all he says before turning on his heels as you follow him. 

It’s silent, the walk back as Bucky once again holds the door open for you before shoving his toolbox to the side of his front door. 

“Now I’m no chef, so I hope you like sandwiches.” Bucky chuckles, following him through his house that you’ve been in a handful of times already. It’s nothing new, but is at the same time because you’ve never been alone with him. 

“I can make a pretty mean lemonade,” you offer, watching Bucky’s lip curl into a smile, “just full of surprises, aren’t you, Kid?”

You have to fight the urge to scowl at the pet-name. Instead, you just nod your head and open his fridge to grab the lemons, lemon juice, and ask Bucky for the sugar. 

The cold air from the fridge soothes you, washing over you as goosebumps prickle over your skin and your nipples harden through your shirt. 

You don’t pay them much attention, but Bucky does because he has to clear his throat, eyes casting to the floor as he slides the sugar over to you without looking at you. 

It makes you feel good, an ego-boost as you spend the rest of the time making the lemonade in silence. 

“I gotta say, I don’t know how you managed to survive as long as you did with no A/C.” He said, focusing on the sandwiches in front of him. 

You hummed, “it wasn’t easy. Unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of having a metal arm I can use to cool off.” 

That catches his attention, turning around to face you with a sly smirk on his lips, “you curious?” He asks, holding up his hand as your eyes lock on it, nodding your head.

“Turn around,” it’s a command, but his voice is soft as you’re gnawing on the inside of your cheeks, but turning around as you feel him walk up to you. 

A gasp passes through your lips as you feel the cool material of what you’ve always assumed was metal, against your shoulders, “it’s great to have, helps me a lot whenever I’m too hot.”

The innuendo is thick, your eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his touch, lunch long forgotten now. He kneads your tense muscles gently, coaxing a soft moan from you that you should be embarrassed about, but the relief washing over your body is too good.

“Can you,” you’re shy about asking your question, “can you feel things with your metal arm?”

Bucky stops and you think you’ve offended him, “I sure can, sweetheart.”

“Must be nice,” you sigh, head lolling to the side slightly as Bucky’s cold hand creeps up your neck, “could help you too, sweetheart.” He purrs lowly in your ear, stubble scratching at your neck lightly. 

The words physically don’t come out, instead a mewl does as you nod your head. 

“You’re going to have to use those big girl words of yours,” he whispers, hand still on your neck as you let out a whine, “please, Bucky, it’s so hot.”

He spins you around, trapping you between his counter and body as he looks at you with hungry eyes.

“Good girl.”

You swallow thickly, swallow down the lump in your throat as your mouth falls open and your throat goes dry because Bucky is shirtless and so fucking close to you.  

 “I’m gonna take care of you, I know how much you need it. Can practically smell you soaking through your panties.” He says, licking his bottom lip as you’re looking at him wide-eyed and excited.

He presses his hips against yours, the thin material of his workout shorts does little to conceal the straining erection that’s now pressed against your hip and it takes everything in you not to whimper. 

“Do you want to hear a secret first, gumdrop?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, “yeah.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I first met you.” He purrs, confessing his dirty little secret.”

“Do you remember that day?”

Of course you remember, it was the night you spent with your hands between your legs as you imagined what it would be like to have Bucky there instead. 

You shake your head and he hums, “just a year ago, wearing that cute little summer dress acting like you didn’t know what you were doing to my cock.” 

All you wanted to do was look good, look good for Bucky. 

He grabs your chin next, with his warm hand and you gasp, “and now I get to fuck you. Right here, in my kitchen.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, his inhuman appendage travelling up to cup your breasts through your thin tank top, “touch me, pretty girl.” He whispers and that’s when you realize you’ve been standing still. 

Not in discomfort, but because you were afraid that if you moved, you would wake up from whatever good dream you were having. 

You relaxed against him, his fingers pinching your nipple through your shirt as you let out a soft gasp before your hands are on his hot and muscled chest. 

“You ever think of me?” He asks, “when you’re laying in bed, with your fingers deep in your own pussy?”

You moan, you actually moan at his words as you nod your head, “mhmm.”

He chuckles lowly, kicking your feet apart gently as he dips his hand under your shirt and you have to gasp at the cool touch before he’s slinking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and panties. 

“I’m gonna ruin your own fingers for you, gumdrop.” He smirks darkly, running the digits through your soaked folds. 

“But it’s okay, ‘cause you know where to find me now,” he dips a single finger into your entrance teasingly before finding your clit and you hand to dig your fingernails into his shoulders and back. 

“Good girl, that’s it. God I can hear how wet you are,” he growls, applying more pressure to your clit until you’re whining and reeling in the pleasure. 

He doesn’t let you dwell on it for much longer before he’s dipping his fingers back into your entrance, starting slow with one. 

“How’s that feel, feel good to be filled up and stretched out at the same time?” He taunts, slowly fucking you as you’re moving your hips against his hand. 

He adds a second finger, curling them upwards and then stilling, “fuck yourself.” He suddenly says with a smirk. 

“Grind your hips over my finger, gumdrop. Make yourself cum if you want it that bad.” You whine, shaking your head in desperation because you were already so fucking close. 

He just didn’t want to give it to you so easily. 

You listen, rocking your hips and your clit bumps against his palm. It’s new; cold and thick, your mind wandering at how big he could be.

“I can feel your greedy cunt squeezing me, you’re so close, pretty girl. C’mon, I know you want it. S’all yours,” he whispers in your ear, sucking at the skin below your ear. 

Your hips move more erratically, soft pants flowing out of your mouth before you’re gripping his fingers and coming.

Coming all over his hand, in the middle of his kitchen, in the middle of the hottest day of the year. 

“You look so pretty when you come,” he whispers, slowly removing his fingers so he can literally rip the clothes off of you.  

You’re shocked, “you can wear mine, s’fine.” He shrugs as he’s tugging his own pants down and suddenly you realize why you could feel all of him.

He hadn’t had any boxers on, and the sight of him made you shudder.

“There’s no fucking way you’ll fit,” you blubber, watching as he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking himself. 

“Oh, it’ll fit,” he smirks, “I’ll make sure of that, baby.”

You’re falling seconds after, Bucky pulling you down onto the cold kitchen floor and yeah, it feels amazing against your sweltering hot skin.

“Don’t be shy, gumdrop. Just…here,” he positions you over his cock, rocking your hips as you grind over him, “feels good, yeah?”

It does, eyes falling closed as you nod your head before he’s lining himself up, “take it nice and slow.” He whispers softly as you slowly sink over him. 

The stretch burns slightly, but the fullness is welcoming as your hands are resting against chest while Bucky just watches you take his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines, “that’s it, you took me, all of me.”

You open your eyes, looking down to see the bulge in your tummy from where Bucky’s sitting snugly inside of you and you moan.

He presses a cool hand to your tummy, “ride me, use my cock to make yourself feel good.”

You don’t have to be told twice, moving and rocking your hips as your knees are planted against the marble floors. 

When he adds pressure to your lower tummy, everything heightens and you’re whimpering in desperation, “again.

Bucky smirks, “such a good girl, so full of me.”

He helps, thrusting up into you occasionally without warning and it just adds to the pressure that’s in your tummy. You know what’s going to happen, but you’re worried. 

“I’m g-gonna,” a moan rips through your chest first, “gonna squirt, Bucky.”

The deep and low groan doesn’t go unnoticed as Bucky throws his head back, “s’all I want, baby. Go ahead, soak me.”

He pinches your clit lightly, sending you over the edge as you push his dick out and squirt, making a mess over his abdomen and you know you’ve never cum that hard because you nearly pass out.

Bucky’s fisting his cock before he’s grunting, spilling over his chest and adding to the absolute mess you’ve created.  

You’re embarrassed, opening your mouth to apologize before Bucky’s pulling you into a hot and searing kiss.

“I know you were about to apologize, so don’t you fucking dare. That was the hottest thing ever, I-I’m gonna be thinking about it for weeks. Hell, I’m gonna be dreaming of it.”

His words make you feel like mush and you know you’re probably in subspace as Bucky helps you up, softly whispering in your ear. 

“Let’s get cleaned up, okay? Then we’ll have lunch like we planned, yeah?” He asks and you’re nodding your head, content with Bucky picking you up to carry you into the shower.

When the stream hits you, you hum, it’s cool and refreshing and definitely what you needed after the day you had. When you’re clean, Bucky is dressing you in his clothes, the clothes that smell like him and you feel safe and happy. 

“You doing okay, gumdrop?” He asks in a whisper, your beaming grin answer enough, “I like the new nickname.” 

He smiles, “yeah? Well I’m glad.” 

It’s silent for a little while longer as you finally return to Earth, happy, relaxed, and no longer sweating from the heat.

“You know, if it’s too hot tonight,” Bucky says, “you could always sleep at my place.” He suggests with a cheeky wink, “only if I can have the left side of the bed.” 

He laughs, pulling you into his body, “you can have whatever you want, gumdrop.” 

[bucksfucks]

     PLAYLIST | MOODBOARD

    summary • when bucky needs a date to sam’s wedding, he makes a deal with you. when it starts to turn into something a little more real, you realize how deep you’re in.

    word count — 15,402 words [on going]

    chapters — in progress

1. PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

2. I’M LONELY, COME OVER

3. IN THE CLOUDS

4. I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU FUCKED

5. MR. & THE MRS.

6. THE WORLD’S WORST HANGOVER

7. OLD WOUNDS

8. WHAT ARE WE

9. WEDDING BELLS

10. NOTHING CAN TEAR US APART

11. EPILOGUE

[bucksfucks]

grumpy

summary: bucky’s first blowjob in seventy years. 

pairing: tfatws!bucky x reader 

word count: 897 words 

warnings: teasing, undefined age gap, blowjobs, dirty talk — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

Bucky groaned, throwing the metal wrench into the toolbox with a loud clang as you looked at him with an unamused look.

“Why’re you so grumpy, old man?” You smirk, pushing yourself off of his closed garage door as he looked over his shoulder and threw you another grunt in response. 

“I’m not grumpy.” Bucky replied as you shook your head and took another step closer to him. 

“Uh huh, sure,” you hum, circling his bike as he wipes his hands on the now stained shirt he was wearing.

He had a towel at the start of the night, but that was now covered in grease lying on the floor absolutely useless to him. 

“I’m not grumpy doll,” he sighed. “Just frustrated.” 

You sympathized with him, his bike had suddenly stopped running and even you knew that was his pride and joy and probably the only thing in his life that he actually loved. 

He’d been working on it for close to six hours now as you came to keep him company.

“You know what helps with that?” You suddenly said, an idea popping into your head as Bucky looked up from the mess of metal beneath him. 

He was cautious, “what?”

You shrugged your shoulders innocently, and leaned your body over the body of the bike. 

“A blowjob.” 

You watched as Bucky’s eye went wide, whatever tool he was holding falling onto the concrete floor as his mouth dropped.

“Oh c’mon, tell me a blowjob wouldn’t help you feel a little more.” You searched for the right word.

“Relaxed.” 

You saw the light pink that tinted Bucky’s cheeks and neck, slowly crawling higher up his face as he shook his head with a weak chuckle.

“I wouldn’t know,” he finally said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at your now confused face. 

“What do you mean you wouldn’t know?” You quoted him, watching the way his pants tensed at the topic. 

He sighed, dropping his head before he looked up at you again. 

“Doll, it’s been like,” he looked up at the ceiling.”

“Seventy years since I’ve gotten a blowjob.” 

His words made your stomach feel warm as you felt the familiar tingle between your thighs. 

The air was suddenly thick and tense around you two as you stepped away from the bike and closed the gap between you and him. 

“That’s not fair,” you mumble.

“Yeah well unless you’re the one to change that, it’ll be another seventy.” He chuckles jokingly, but you don’t laugh, instead you cock your head to the side.

“What if I’m offering to change that?” You whisper, watching the way his breath hitches in his throat and the way he brings his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Doll,” it’s a low warning as he places his heavy metal arm on your hip.

“What’re you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to for a while.” You whisper just inches away from his lips before your lips brush his and you can hear him mumble a faint fuck it. 

His lips are soft, but the kiss is rough as he spins you around and pine you against the workbench. When you gasp, leaving your mouth open, he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

He tastes like coffee and smells like motor oil and you’ve never wanted him more. 

“Fuck,” he groans when you squeeze his cock through his pants. You feel pride swell in your chest, feeling him grow in your hand as he throws his head back. 

When you sink down to your knees, you can see Bucky’s eye grow darker. When you pull his pants down, tugging his boxers along with them as his dick springs free. 

“God you look so good on your knees,” he smirks, running a thumb over your lips as you bite down on the flesh. 

You moan around his thumb as you wrap your hand around his cock and you can feel just how hard he is. 

“Holy fucki—“ he can’t finish his getting his words out as you wrap your lips around the tip of him. 

His salty pre-cum coats your tastebuds as you take him further, feeling his hand tangle in your hair and around the back of your neck. 

“This-this feels a hell of a lot,” he swallows thickly.

“Feels a lot better than I remember,” he groans as you hollow your cheeks around him. 

Your eyes water as you try to take him further, using your hand to grip whatever you can’t as you hear his metal fingers dig into the workbench—cracking the wood with the force. 

“Doll, shit, doll I-I,” you know he’s close, you can feel just how close he is before he lets out a low moan and spills inside your mouth. 

He’s breathless, your tongue coated with him as you swallow what he’s given you and you’re wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Do you feel more relaxed?” You giggle, standing up as Bucky is still trying to catch his breath with wild eyes.

“Oh don’t try to act all innocent,” he growls, tossing you up onto the slowly deteriorating work bench.

“Like my cock wasn’t just in your mouth.” 

You swallow thickly when you feel his fingers dancing up your thighs.

“It’s only fair I return the favour.” He winks, sinking to his knees before knocking the air right from your lungs. 

[bucksfucks]

speckled

PART TWO | PART THREE

summary: when your boyfriend dumps you over text you end up at bucky’s door. 

pairing: dad’sbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count: 2,826 words 

warnings: significant & undefined age-gap [reader is early 20’s & bucky is late 30’s], cheating [implied], breakups, soft angst, comforting, praise kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, kitten kink, pet-name [kitten], slight corruption kink, bucky goes down on reader, blowjobs, soft sex where reader and bucky feel connected, an ending that was meant for fairytales — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

You felt tears pricking your eyes as you re-read the single, two word text that would surely haunt you in your dreams.

It’s over. 

No explanation, no apologies, your heart sinking into your stomach as you felt the familiar wave of nausea wash over you before you tossed your phone onto your bed and choked out a single sob. 

“Fuck you, John.” You spat viciously as you grabbed for the nearest hoodie you could find. It was ironically one of his old varsity football sweaters, but it didn’t smell like him anymore. 

You hadn’t seen him in over two months, the distance was apparently too hard for him to deal with. It didn’t seem to stop him when he wanted to travel to a party nearly a state away.

The images of his Snapchat stories flashed in your mind as you shoved the first pair of shoes you could find; old, worn out and barely white Converse you bought in your first year of college. 

You shook your head as you grabbed your keys, your school logo littering it as you slammed the door shut and catapulted yourself into your car where you finally let yourself feel, feel the way he broke you. 

The engine sputtered to life, adjusting your rearview mirror until you caught a glimpse of your mascara stained cheeks, red eyes, and stuffy nose. 

It didn’t matter where you went, as long as you were far away and pre-occupied with something other than your thoughts. The thoughts of who he might’ve, no who he definitely cheated on you with. 

You remembered when you first moved into your first year dorm, your dad helping you pack up way too many things before the u-haul was loaded up and you were headed to finally start your life. 

Bucky was there too. 

He was the jackass on the road tailing the too-full u-haul in his Impala with his windows down and his hair blowing in the early September heat. 

You didn’t know much about Bucky. You knew that he and your dad went way back, but how far back? You never asked. 

He was never a constant in your life until he helped you re-arrange your dorm furniture. 

You like that, Kid? His words echoed in your head as you drove through the dark, late night streets. 

Why you were so adamant on proving that you were the hard, badass character that you always saw Bucky as was a mystery to you

Maybe it was because you saw the way the other girls on campus looked at him as you walked him down to say goodbye and thank you for the help. 

Were you jealous? You didn’t realize it at the time, but you very clearly were. You had no autonomy over Bucky, but he was yours. 

Try not to get into too much trouble, Kid. But if you do, make sure to memorize my number. He had told you with a wink, giving you a squeeze before climbing back into his car and roaring down the streets until you couldn’t see him anymore. 

And you did get in trouble. 

You remember calling him when you thought you were gonna flunk out, missing an assignment until Bucky talked you through it. 

You had called him drunk countless times, giggling over the phone and waking up to a text from Bucky to take some Advil and chug a glass of water before it was too late.

So maybe that’s why you weren’t really surprised when you ended up at his house, rapping your knuckles against his front door hoping that he would still be awake to let you in. 

“What’re you doing here, kid?” He asked, immediately stepping aside to let you in. 

You walked in without saying a word, toeing your shoes off as Bucky placed a hand on your shoulder to tilt your head up with a warm finger.

He furrowed his brows, watching a tear fall from your eye before wrapping you in a hug so tight you figured it would put you to sleep right then and there. 

Cedar wood and the smell of faint campfire and it made you sob harder; you didn’t know why. 

“What trouble did you get in this time, kid?” He chuckled weakly, trying to lighten the situation as he brushed your tears away with his thumb.

“He broke up with me. Over text.” You spat, shaking your head as you wiped your nose with the back of your hand watching as Bucky clenched his jaw. 

Bucky didn’t say anything, just pulled you in for another bone crushing hug before you had to escape it for air. 

“You know I hate him, right?” He asked rhetorically as you cracked a half smile.

“Never liked the guy, Josh is a stupid name anyways.” 

“It’s John, Bucky.” You corrected him as he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, not like he ever treated you like you deserve.” 

His words made your heart flutter and clench all at the same time. You had never wanted anything more than for someone to care for you, to truly love you. 

It was clear that John never did. 

“You’re better without him, you know that, right?” Bucky said, holding you by your shoulders so you had to look him in the eyes. 

You nodded weakly, “yeah.” 

“I’m serious. I have half a mind about finding the kid and giving him a piece of my mind.” Bucky huffed.

“Then who’ll bail me out of trouble.” You joked, finally laughing as Bucky’s features softened. 

“C’mon, I’ll make you some tea.” 

You followed him into the kitchen, knowing the layout of his house far too well as you hopped up onto the counter to watch him work. 

He was wearing a pair of loose joggers and a plain white shirt, the low whir of his prosthetic filling the silence as you took a moment to watch the gold specks gleam under the kitchen lights. 

“Here, don’t worry about him.” Bucky said, handing you the hot cup a you accepted it cautiously. 

“That’s it, I’m never dating anyone close to my age ever again.” You grumble, setting the cup down beside you as Bucky looks at you with an amused look on his face. 

“Not like I’m losing out on anything, he could never please me anyways.” You mumble under your breath as you swing your legs gently. 

Bucky shifts from foot to foot, clearing his throat, “never?” 

His question caught you off-guard, confident that Bucky would just glide past that topic. 

“Never.” You confirmed as Bucky licked his lower lip. 

“I can’t believe you’re crying over a guy who never made you come.” He smirked, standing up straighter as you stared daggers at Bucky. 

“You think I pick them like that? It’s not exactly easy to find a twenty-something guy that’ll last longer than five minutes.” You chide back, finding your heart picking up its pace as Bucky takes a step closer to you. 

“Well maybe you need’a expand your search a little.” He offers, quirking an eyebrow up as he stands directly in front of you. 

“You offering, Barnes?” You joke, swallowing thickly when he locks you in place with both of his thick arms. 

“What? You interested, kid.” The pet-name comes off different this time around, his voice lower and you can’t decipher the look he has in his eyes; but you want more. 

“What if I was?” You whisper, specks of grey littering the stubble he has, whiffs of it in the front of his growing locks. 

His hands travel to rest on your hips, gently as if you test out the waters and you can feel the spark that happens when his nose brushes against yours. 

“Well then I’d say you came to the right guy,” you had always known Bucky to be cocky, in the quirky, dorky way, but the way the words were going straight to your core made you feel like absolute putty in his hands. 

“You poor little thing,” he hums. “Stuck in a relationship with a dead-beat who could never make you come.” 

His words send a shiver down your spine. The air in the room growing thick and hot as you move your hand to tangle in his shirt. 

“That’s ‘cause he never took the time to get to know your body, did he?” He asks as you shake your head.

“Never worshipped the way you would moan for him?” Again, you shook your head. 

“That’s too bad for him,” he smirks. “Because I’m about to ruin all men for you, Angel.” 

You gasp when he presses his lips to yours, fingers tangled in his hair as he takes all the breath in your lungs with him. You’re consumed by him in that moment, dizzy and floating with lust. 

“Bucky,” you whimper, trying to tug him back down to your lips, wanting to feel the prick of his stubble against your skin. 

He takes a step away from you, taking in the way your chest is rising and falling, your lips still wet from his own lips. 

You both stumble into his room, knocking into various objects; some falling to the floor and other objects imprinting their own bruises on your skin. 

“This his?” He asks, gripping the fabric of your sweater.

You swallow, “yes.” 

“Get rid of it.” He growls, prosthetic fingers ripping it off your body with little effort before it falls at your feet with a soft thud. 

“I hate seeing you in his clothes. Never liked it.” He confesses, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you into his body. 

You can feel his warmth through his shirt, goosebumps all over your skin as you ache to feel his skin on yours.

“You look a hell of a lot better with nothing on,” he smirks.

“It’s only fair that you do the same.” You whisper, tugging at the hem of his shirt before it’s joining the pile of your clothes on the floor.

Your eyes trace the hard outline of his muscles, the ridges and bumps of where his prosthetic meets his shoulder.

“It’s a sight for sore eyes, I know, darling.” He rasps, turning your head so you meet his eyes. You swallow back the lump in your throat, how could he think he’s anything less than perfect?

“You’re beautiful,” you mumble, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. It’s cool and heavy, indenting the spot where you want his lips.

Even in the dark light of the night, you can see the faint blush that tints his cheeks. It’s soft and subtle, Bucky’s vulnerability shining through.

“I’ve never thought of you as anything but,” maybe it’s the broken heart, or maybe it’s the fact that you saw in Bucky what he never saw in himself; beauty. 

He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to say anything with the kiss he gave you. Passionate and soul-pouring as he meshed with your body better than anyone ever has. 

When you slide down to your knees, face met with his growing cock, he stops you. 

“You don’t have to, darling. Tonight is all about you,” he says softly, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb again until you’re taking it into your mouth. 

“I want to.”

He doesn’t need anymore assurance after you’ve tugged off his pants, leaving him in the thin pair of boxers that you slowly drag down his lean legs until his cock bounces free.

“Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back. 

He bobs gently before you wrap your hand around him, feeling the subtle pulse as you tease him with slow strokes. 

He can’t get any words out, adam’s apple bobbing with each dry swallow as you move your mouth over his length. 

“Oh,” the faint moan that leaves his lips encourages you further as you coat him with more and more of your saliva. 

You can feel how hard he is, the twitch of his cock as you hollow out your cheeks until—

“That’s enough fun for you, Kitten.” He growls, tugging you up and throwing you onto his bed where he wastes no time stripping you of the remainder of your clothing. 

You ache at the sound of the pet-name Kitten, shocks going through you when he settles between your thighs. 

“So, he’s never made you come?” He smirks, cocky and full of himself as you shake your head.

“No”

“Then I can’t wait to taste you and have you screamin’ until you lose your voice.” That’s the only warning you get before he’s diving in. 

It shocks you, the feeling of his hot tongue against your core, so much so that you gasp as he finds your clit. 

You barely have time to catch your breath, tugging at his hair when he slips two metal fingers deep inside of your cunt. 

A guttural moan rips through your chest when he curls them inside of you, “that’s it Kitten, don’t hold back.” 

The vibrations, mixed with the way his stubble burns your thighs adds fuel to the fire that’s already erupted inside of you. 

You feel dizzy, thighs clenched around Bucky’s head as he continues the delicious assault until your back is arching and your legs are shaking and you can’t stop the pressure that’s built up inside of you. 

“Holy shit,” Bucky sounds fucked out of his mind as you manage to open your eyes. 

You’ve never came that hard, not even from one of your toys. 

“Did you know you could squirt, Kitten?” Bucky’s question causes you to flush as you shake your head; you really didn’t know. 

His face is wet, lips glistening along with bits of his chest as you try to go and close your legs and open your mouth to apologize. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare try to apologize,” he growls, “‘cause that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Bucky’s crawling up to slot your bodies together, capturing your lips in a messy and wet kiss where you can still taste your arousal all over him. 

You whimper as you feel him against you core, “fuck, Bucky.”

“I know, it’s alright, I’ve got you,” he cooes, reaching over to the bedside table to grab for a condom. 

The moment isn’t romantic, but it offers you a moment where you can shamelessly stare and watch him before he’s back over you. 

“Don’t worry, Kitten, I’ll fuck you.” He smirks, “fuck you until you can’t remember your own goddamn name.” It’s a hushed whisper in your ear as he’s slowly sliding into. 

The stretch is welcoming, the fullness euphoric as he bottoms out and stills inside of you. You feel something brush your cheekbone, fluttering your eyes open to be met with Bucky’s. 

“What?” You whisper, afraid that somethings wrong. 

He chuckles, smiling, “nothing, just admiring you.” 

It’s the most intimate moment you’ve been in, your heart swelling in your chest at those words.

A moan slips past your lips when Bucky rotates his hips teasingly, grinding impossibly deep into you as you dig your fingernails into his one bicep. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, moving his hips slowly. You can hear the prosthetic arm making all sorts of bionic sounds as it holds him up. 

“You like that, don’t you, Kitten?” Bucky purrs lowly into your ear, slightly out of breath as he hikes one of your legs up on his shoulder. 

It’s toe curling and back arching as he goes to grip his head board, his thrusts getting faster as he furrows his eyebrows in concentration all while he’s drinking in the sight of your body quivering underneath him. 

“Good,” thrust, “girl,” thrust. 

Hearing that causes you to nearly lose your mind, grabbing onto whatever you can as Bucky fucks the breath of you. 

There’s a creak, then there’s a snap, and suddenly there’s a thud as you look up to see Bucky’s headboard now mangled and barely attached to the frame. 

“Bucky!” You gasp, “don’t care, was cheap anyways.” He grunts, locking your face in with his forearms.

“The only thing I care about is gettin’ you to come.” He pants, “can you do that for me, Kitten?” 

You shudder, any and all thoughts disappearing from your mind as the feeling of Bucky overwhelms you and you’re giving into the feeling. 

White hot pleasure consumes you, gut wrenching in the best possible way before you feel Bucky’s body collapse on top of you; your name leaving his lips. 

It’s a soft moment, what happens next. Soft kisses and touches as Bucky makes sure that you’re okay, that you’re fine.

And you are. You’ve never felt more like yourself. 

No one has ever made you feel like he does. 

“Just stay here, yeah?” Bucky says when you get up to grab your clothes. 

His hand wraps around your wrist, turning your head over your shoulder before climbing back into bed where you tell yourself you would face the consequences when the sun rose.