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fandoms-writings · 10 months

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Pairing: DBF!Bucky x college!reader

Word Count: over 3K

Summary: You were hoping to sneak away after being at your fathers for a summer party, but Bucky has other ideas.

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging, p in v sex, Bucky is a menace in this okay?

Part 1 || Bucky Masterlist || Masterpost

The sound of the party going on outside grew muffled as you shut the window to your old room.

Taking a deep breath, you sighed and let your shoulders drop into a slouch before you kicked off your heels, humming to yourself once your feet were finally flat on the floor again.

"Your bedroom is adorable."

You spun on your heel with a gasp, spotting Bucky in the doorway, eyeing your old room as he walked toward you and suddenly you wished you could hide all of the posters on the walls and the stuffed animals on the window seat.

Your father had invited the two of you to one of his summer parties, offering you to stay with him for the weekend since you don't see him much anymore. You'd come up for a break from putting on a charade in front of your father - acting like you didn't let his best friend rail you in the back of a car just a couple weeks ago.

You didn't expect Bucky to follow you.

"What are you doing up here?"

"I wanted a minute alone with you," He said, stepping toward you, "And I think I'm owed my prize."

The bet. He was playing poker with your dad and their friends and you'd made a bet with him. You'd texted him that if he won, he won you. And though there was a growing pool of slick in your panties from him just standing there, you couldn't do that here - you had to be smart about whatever this was.

You couldn't let your dad catch you.

You took a breath to steady yourself as he began to crowd you. The woodsy pine and bergamot of his cologne took over your senses, making you think of that night in his car with your back against the door. The same scents had filled the car, drowning you in him as he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.

His hands reached out, brushing up the skin of your arms until they rested over your collar bones. You did your best to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch so easily, the way your core clenched around nothing at just the feel of his hands on your neck.

God you were addicted.

"Think about where we are," You said, shifting your weight, waving your hand to the window where, if either of you were to step any closer, everyone - including your father - in the backyard would see you.

"And?" He asked, sliding his hands from your neck down to your hips, gripping your sides and trying to pull you closer.

You did your best to hold your ground, planting your feet firmly under you. He sat on the edge of the bed when he realized you weren't giving in and looked up at you, confused.

"Bucky," You tried to pry his hands off your hips, though all he did was tighten his hold, "Bucky we can't."

"Why not?" He tugged you again, a little rougher this time, making your feet stumble towards him as you caught yourself on his shoulders.

"Because it's wrong," You whispered. You could feel your resolve slipping through your fingers like water. If you didn't stop this now, you weren't going to be able to later. It wasn't that you didn't want to, you just didn't want to get caught.

He nosed at the side of your neck, under your jaw before his breath fanned against you, "That's what makes it so much better."

You did your best to ignore the flame his teasing ignited in your core, weakly pushing his shoulders. "But not here."

"It's okay," He said into your skin, pulling you to sit over his thigh as he pushed it up to rub against your covered clit. "I already locked the door."

"What if they come looking for you?" You asked, biting the edge of your lip to keep the whine from escaping your throat as he rolled your hips over his thigh, the fabric of your dress sprawled over you both like a blanket.

"I told them I was headed to bed," He said, "Remember? I'm spending the night here, too."

How could you forget? When your father had told you about the arrangement, your brain had short circuited right there in the kitchen and it was a miracle you were able to come across as normal in your acknowledgement. You knew the two of you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself, and you'd hoped that Bucky had gotten a hotel so maybe you could sneak off.

"What if he comes looking for me?" You asked, your voice thin as you whined at the pressure his thigh was giving you.

"He won't," His teeth grazed against your collar bone as he rocked your hips over his denim covered thigh, his hands moving down to hold the backs of your legs before they moved up under the fabric of your dress, his fingers digging into your ass before they tugged on the fabric of your panties.

"Let me have these," He muttered into your neck before pulling back to look at you.

"We shouldn't," You weakly argued and the look in his eyes was the only warning you got.

It was a blur when he suddenly stood, flipping you around to land on your back on the bed.

"You made a bet with me," He spoke into your calf as he planted kisses along your leg before he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, "I take bets very seriously."

He helped you sit up so he could reach around the back of your dress to unzip it, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to the ground. He froze at the sight of you, eyes scanning over your body as he took in the matching red lingerie set that hugged you perfectly. Bucky lightly ran his hand over you, up your leg, your stomach, your chest - up to the front of your neck where he tightened his grip just under your jaw, soaking your panties even more.

"Who were you wearing this for, hm?" He asked, lightly pushing you back down.

You wore it for him, and he knew it, he just wanted to hear you say it. But you wanted to know what would happen if you could make him a little jealous. Rile him up a little bit. "That's none of your business, Bucky."

"It is now," He shucked off his button up shirt before undoing his belt, tossing them both to the ground before he kneeled on the bed at your feet, pushing your knees open. "Tell me."

You swallowed at the commanding tone in his voice and you couldn't help but be glad he hadn't rid you of your panties yet so he couldn't see you clenching around nothing. You kept your lips sealed as you stared up at him through your lashes, knowing he wasn't going to let the topic go.

"C'mon, honey," He drawled, his voice sweetening to get what he wanted from you. You let out a deep breath as you held your ground, watching the sweetness turn sickly in his eyes as he smirked at you.

"Not gonna tell?" He asked, knowing his answer as he reached forward and gripped your thighs. "You sure about that?"

You tipped your nose up at him, doing your best to ignore the warmth from his hands on your skin as he moved up your hips and grabbed the edges of your panties before pulling them down. He shoved your knees further apart as he got down, laying on his stomach in the little room that was left of the twin mattress.

"Last chance, sweetheart," His husky voice sends a shiver through you as he breathes over your folds. "Or you don't get to cum. Which is a shame cause you look so good when you do." You narrowed your eyes at him, brows scrunching at his smirk.

"You wouldn't." He didn't respond, he just continued to stare, waiting for an answer to his question. You held his gaze, testing him - daring him to follow through with it.

Without warning, his tongue swiped out at your clit before flattening and running slow over your folds, pulling a gasp from you as you wiggled in his hold. Closing his lips around your bundle of nerves, he groaned into you, the vibrations sending a jolt through your body, a moan bubbling up through your chest that you had to bite your lips to hold in.

"You want to test that theory?" He asked, eyeing you from his spot between your legs. You took a deep breath through your nose and pursed your lips, keeping your silence and he smirked before diving back in.

A whine pushed past your lips as you tried to keep it together, his tongue working through your folds as if he was a starved man. The feeling of his fingers pushing through your entrance had you groaning as you threw your head back.

It wasn't long before he had you at the edge, trying to grind down against his face or get his fingers deeper to push you over when he pulled his mouth off and removed his fingers.

You huffed, pulling your head up and glaring at him.

"Are you ready to tell me who you wore this for? Hm?" he asked, reaching up to tug on the bra that matched your discarded panties, trailing your arousal along your skin as he slid his hand back down your side.

You thought about it for a second. Sure, you could tell him and get the orgasm your body was craving now, or you could hold out a little longer, making that orgasm feel ten times better once you finally got it. So, you tipped your chin up, staring at him down the slope of your nose and he smirked.

"Have it your way," He muttered, "Let's see how long you last."

"Fuck, Bucky please," You writhed under him, his arms holding your hips down so you couldn't get follow him as he pulled his mouth away again. You still hadn't told him what he wanted, and this was the fifth time he'd edged you, bringing you so close only to back up and watch as the frustration grew in your eyes.

"Answer the question, honey," He licked a stripe up your slit, "and I'll give you whatever you want."

"Fine," You huffed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I wore it for you okay? I just thought we'd be able to sneak off somewhere not in the house."

He smirked up at you again, "Well that's just too bad isn't it?" He asked, "We didn't make it very far."

"I don't care, just please let me cum," You almost sobbed. You were fighting back frustrated tears and he cooed at you, reaching up to cup your cheek and pull on your bottom lip with his thumb.

"Tell me what you want," He ordered, holding incredibly still as he waited.

"Fuck me," You said probably too quickly but you didn't care, "Please, Bucky."

He crawled his way up your body and your hands shot out to his belt, undoing it and working the zipper as fast as you could. He chuckled into your neck before helping you out, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one motion before settling in between your legs, the underside of his cock resting against your slick folds.

"Ah, fuck," He sighed as he leaned back, gathering your slick and covering his shaft in it before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed forward, sliding in with ease considering how worked up you were. He shuddered before grabbing your hips, pulling them up and sliding his knees under, propping you up and making his cock brush against that spongy spot.

He started rocking slowly, chuckling at your soft whine, your hands reaching for him, to try and pull him closer, to get him to go faster, something. But he caught your hands, holding them together with his left against your stomach, pushing against the slight bulge as he thrusted deep, earning a sharp gasp from you that ended in a moan.

The sound of the back door opening cut off your moan and your eyes shot open, your head lifting off the bed.

"Bucky, wait," You choked out, trying not to let a moan slip as he kept thrusting into you, "We can't get cau - " His free hand reached forward, planting his hand over your mouth.

"We won't," He growled down at you and you couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach the rumble of his voice caused. "As long as you stay quiet."

He moved his fingers to prod at your lips, "Open." He demanded and you couldn't stop your jaw from moving on its own, letting his middle and ring finger push in, resting on your tongue and flooding your taste buds with your own arousal.

You whined around his fingers as he rocked his hips into yours. He was listening to the laughter from downstairs, the clinking of glasses and beer bottles opening as he watched you. You were breathing deep through your nose, trying to hold yourself together as he still refused to stop his hips.

"God," he whispered, "you feel so fucking good."

After slowly dragging himself almost all the way out, he slammed into you, pressing his fingers down on your tongue as you choked back a moan. When he realized there was no squeak to your bed, he smirked down at you. That was the only warning you got before he set a brutal pace, leaning over you as his hips slammed into yours.

You moaned around his fingers again, holding back as much as you could as he kept hitting that spot over and over.

"Fuck, you take me so well. You were made for me, weren't you?" He asked and you nodded, humming around his fingers as he smirked down at you. He let your hands go, pushing your legs towards your chest without stopping his hips movements, the new angle making your eyes roll back.

"Don't you dare cum yet," He growled down at you as he pressed on your tongue again. "Not until I say so."

You did your best to nod, mumbling around his fingers as your hands reached under you to grab his thighs, raking your nails across what skin you could reach.

"Oh look at you," He grunted, "Always so pretty when you're stuffed, aren't you?"

All you could do was nod dumbly back, the only thing on your mind being fighting that orgasm until he gave you permission. You entirely missed the back door opening and closing again, followed by the silence downstairs and the voices outside.

The party had moved back outside.

You missed it, but Bucky didn't.

Once he was sure there wasn't anyone downstairs, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, moving them to circle your clit.

"Go on sweetheart," He moaned, "Let me hear you."

You shook your head as you bit your lip. He chuckled at you, "Don't worry, everyone's outside." He applied more pressure with his circling fingers, "But it's only a matter of time before they come back in, so let me hear you. Cum for me, sweetheart."

The tension in your belly snapped and your cunt clenched around him pulling a groan from his chest as he watched you throw your head back with a shout.

"There you go," He continued with his brutal pace and you could've sworn you could feel him in your chest, each thrust forcing the air out of your lungs before you got a chance to take a breath.

"Give me one more," He let your legs go, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. With the angle change and the heavy hand he pressed onto your stomach, you felt yourself tumbling towards the edge again. "C'mon, give me another one."

You shook your head, "I can't - oh fuck - "

"Yes you can, you can take it, c'mon," He grunted out, "Be a good girl and give me another one."

Your orgasm washed over you again, white flooding your vision as your body tensed under his. One of his hands covered your mouth just in time, your scream vibrating against his palm. He slammed into you just a few more times, reveling in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him before he pulled out, finishing over your stomach.

Your legs were like jello when he finally moved them back down to the bed before he got up and started searching the floor. He eventually showed up next to you again, gently brushing a hand across your face.

"What do you want me to use to clean you up?" He asked, his voice soft as he caressed your skin.

You pointed to where your towels would be and it was only a matter of seconds before he was back wiping his mess off you. He pulled the blanket out from under you, placing it over your sweat slicked body and getting dressed again.

"I'll see you in the morning," He whispered, throwing a wink your way.

You wanted to reach out, to grab his hand and ask him to stay. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were.

You couldn't do that, not in your fathers house. So, as much as you hated watching him walk out your door, you didn't stop him. You listened to his footsteps as he retreated down the hall to the guest room, the door shutting, and the guest bathroom shower turning on.

You turned over in bed, ignoring the dull ache in between your legs and the want in your chest, the want to follow him. The need to have his hands on you again even though he just left.

You wrapped your arms around one of your pillows, pulling it to your chest as you buried your face in your sheets, trying to drown yourself in his smell before it went away.

Your dads muffled laughter from outside made your heart sink.

What were you going to do?

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noctumbra · 2 years

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𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆

summary ─ your father’s best friend, who happens to be your secret boyfriend, knows exactly how to love on you.

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, kissing, teasing, pet names, reader is in her late 20s, bucky is in his late 40s, he’s rich as fuck, kitchen sex, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, light breeding kink, wall sex, light choking/breath play, bucky is also a dilf, like he has an ex wife and kids lol

a/n ─ this fic is totally inspired by the latest sebastian pics where he had mid-length hair and beard. he looked rough and such a daddy, i had to write it lmao. my smut skills are waning?? idk i’m not so sure about the ending. i hope you like it <3 please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

The restaurant you were dining in with your parents and their friends was a fancy one. The chandeliers were heavy looking where they were hanging off the ceiling; the light they beamed was a soft, yellow one that didn’t hurt your eyes. General color scheme of the place was muted colors: Beige, black and brown. The people dining here with you were talking quietly to each other, laughing kindly and discussing stuff under their breath, so you could actually hear the soft, classical music playing on the background.

The company you had for tonight’s dinner wasn’t an unpleasant one. In fact, it was your favorite type of company to have, the kind that you didn’t mind spending a lot of time with. So, you were munching on your food happily, a small smile on your face, as you occasionally joined the conversation.

“How is work going, sweetheart?”

Your stomach fluttered at the voice. The smile on your face got a little bigger. You chewed and swallowed your food, gently wiping your mouth after. Looking up, your eyes met with his steel blue ones.

James Barnes.

He was your father’s best friend from his university years. Both of them got in trouble together, but they also helped each other out of trouble. They were inseparable duo. James had established a company with your father’s help, and ever since that moment, they did everything together.

That meant, you saw him around your house awful lot.

Not that you were complaining.

You cleared your throat. “It’s fine,” you replied. “Things were a bit busy for the past couple of weeks, but it settled down now. Apparently, when the shipping company fucks up, it affects even the ones that don’t work with the shipping.” You shrugged, sighing. You could see the sympathetic look on your father’s face because you knew he understood what you meant.

“Yeah, some shipping companies think they rule the world,” James grumbled. “They understand that they’re not that important once you drop them, though.” He winked at you with darkened eyes. You barely surpassed a shiver.

“Y-yes,” you murmured. “I can’t drop them, though, I’m not in charge.” James hummed as he chewed his food. You watched the way his jaw worked under the thickness of his beard. You tried to ignore the gray patches in it.

“I’ve been telling you to come work for me, but you keep refusing it,” James said. He cut his steak with one swipe of his knife and stabbed it with his fork. “Your father agrees although he refuses to push you into stuff.” He sent an annoyed look to your father who swiftly ignored it and focused his attention on you.

“She likes the company she works at the moment,” your father said. “She went there with dreams; I don’t want to take that away from her. You know that well, Barnes,” your father added and sent a stinky eye back to James.

James waved a dismissive hand on the air. “That company has been dying for a while now. I know you know that.” Then, he fixated those steel blue eyes on you. “She knows it, too. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been whining about a damn shipping. Would you, honey?”

You felt your whole body started to heat up. You shakily nodded. “Ever since our boss changed, the stuff I wanted to make it happen in the company also changed, dad,” you said. You took a deep breath. “That jerk has been making some stuff totally hell for us, and he enjoys that we suffer.” James dropped his fork and knife and laid back on his chair in a very relaxed but dominating manner.

“See? It’s dying,” he said to your father and then turned back to you. “Come work for me, then.” You gasped softly. “I know you’re this close to quitting, so resign already and come work for me. Our head manager for international relations is going to retire in a month or so, he handed his papers to me already. I can talk to him and get him to retire a couple weeks earlier than he planned. I’ll give him a slight bonus for it, too.”

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water at his offer. It was generous: Starting you as a head manager right this second. Although it was partially your father’s company, it still felt a little weird to snatch that rank just like that. It was a way too good offer to pass it up, though. You sighed.

“Come on, love,” James murmured softly. “You gonna take it, I can see it in your eyes, so just say yes already.” You playfully rolled your eyes at his words.

“What, you gonna give me a slight bonus, too, if I say yes now?” You asked him, teasing him without thinking. Momentarily, you froze, but when you saw the mischievous sparks in his eyes you loosened up a bit.

“Is that your way of asking for more money? You got it,” James shrugged. “I know your work. I also know how hard you work. So, giving you a raise and promotion is no big deal.” Your heart threatened to beat in your mouth as your stomach did some flips at his words. “Gotta hear the verbal approvement, though,” James added.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “Yes, I’ll come work with you.” He beamed.

“Excellent. I’ll expect to see you at 9AM on Tuesday. Have the Monday for resigning and getting your stuff in order,” James commanded softly and made a move to go back to his food before his phone stopped him from doing so. Frowning, he pulled his phone out of his inner breast pocket of his suit and grimaced when he saw who was calling him. “Excuse me.” He got up and walked outside to take the call. You watched him leave and wide eyes.

Usually, when he took calls outside, it only meant one thing: It was his ex-wife calling.

Their divorce was a messy one: First, she cheated; then, she tried to steal money from him as if he refused to give her any, and then, she literally tried to kidnap their kids, thinking James would get them. Actually, it would be James who’d get them with this behavior of hers, but James talked to the Jury to give the kids to her. He loved his kids, loved them very much and deeply, but he knew how attached they were to their mother, so he refused to separate them. So, now he was only seeing them on weekends and sometimes during weekdays during dinners.

Even though they were divorced for six years now, his ex-wife never let him go fully. It was annoying.

She latched onto him more after they got divorced. She was clearly having personal problems, but this behavior of hers had become really tiring after a while. You remembered clearly that she tried to convince James to not get that divorce for like four times before James just blocked her out of his life until the divorce settled. It never stopped her from bothering him at unexpected times, though. Like now.

You watched him end the call and stuff his phone in his pocket angrily before making his way inside. He sat back in his chair, clearing his throat and grabbing his utensils, and started cutting his steak with a little more force than he should be applying. You moved your foot until it found his, and you gave him a small nudge. He looked up.

“Is everything okay?” You asked him silently, being extra careful for others to not hear you. He nodded.

“She’s being her usual self, nothin’ new,” he grumbled and popped a piece of food in his mouth to show you that he didn’t want to talk about it. You nodded and retreated your foot back.

“Okay,” you agreed easily. “If you wanna vent, I’m here for you, alright?” You told him. Your eyes and voice were earnest, genuine about your offer, and James could see that. He looked at you for a little while, making your face heat up under his gaze, before nodding.

“Yeah, thank you,” he murmured. Smiling at him, you sipped your water, signaling that the subject was now closed.

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The rest of the night went without a hitch. You talked, laughed, exchanged opinions, drank and laughed some more. It was a fun night, and the food was delicious. So was the dessert. It was getting late, and you could see how tired the people around you were. After all, it was Friday, and all of you came to the dinner right after work.

“I gotta hit the hay,” your father grumbled as he stood up. “I’m not that young anymore.” James made a face.

“You are 47, dumbass,” he said, making everyone chuckle. “Don’t try to sound like 80 now.” Your father rolled his eyes at him. You knew he’d stick his tongue out to him, too, if he weren’t surrounded by his friends and strangers. You stifled a giggle. James looked at you, knowing too well that you wanted to laugh but keeping it in, and wiggled his brows. You snorted, and immediately put your hand over your mouth. He chuckled.

“47 is old, idiot,” your father grumbled. “Besides someone woke me up at 5AM today, so I’m sleepy.” Your father looked at James when he mentioned that ‘someone’, and you giggled out loud this time.

“Didn’t you go back to sleep after he woke you up?” You asked your father. His eyes widened.

“You’re my daughter, why are you on his side?” He exclaimed. You murmured an ‘oops’ and shrugged, giving your father your most innocent smile ever. James let out satisfied ‘ha!’. He didn’t push him, though, and let go off the subject.

“Whatever,” James grunted. He lifted a hand and called for a waiter, asking for the check. The waiter brought the check in twenty seconds. You watched James handing him his black AMEX without looking at the boy, ignoring all the protests about not sharing the bill, as he made jabs at your father innocently. The waiter’s eyes widened at the card, but he took it with steady hands. He quickly entered the total, swiped the card and handed it back to James. James put the card back into his wallet and pulled out two-hundred-dollar bill, giving it to the waiter. The waiter looked like he was about to cry. He thanked and wished you all a good night.

All of you got up from your seats, put your coats on and left the restaurant. You wrapped your coat tightly around you as the cold air of the night hit you. Shivering slightly, you looked back, watched your father saying something to James and nodding. James’ eyes found yours, and he frowned.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll drive you home.” You tried to protest, to say that your father could drive you, but he already opened the door for you. Sighing, you slid inside the car after bidding your goodbyes. James closed the door and said something to your father. He walked towards the driver’s side with large steps and opened his own door. As he slid inside, you shivered.

You really should have switched to pants in the morning, you thought. The pencil skirt weather has passed, apparently.

“We’ll warm you up in a minute, honey, don’t worry,” James murmured gently and started the car, immediately turning on the heater. You hummed as the warm weather hit your bare legs. He smiled at you. “Good, yeah?” You nodded. “Alright. Put your seatbelt on.” You let out a surprised ‘oh’ and grabbed onto the belt, pushing it into its place. James carefully exited his parking spot and turned the wheel to left. With a soft tap on the horn, he slid out of the parked cars, and you were off like a bullet.

“I kinda get why you love your Jaguar,” you said softly as the car literally moved as smoothly as a hot knife cut the butter. James smirked.

“It’s a handsome car, isn’t it?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, handsome and mighty.” You chuckled lightly and looked at him. His eyes were all dark as he briefly met your eyes. Breaking the eye contact, you cleared your throat and shifted on your seat.

Rest of the car trip had gone quiet. James already knew where you lived, so he didn’t need directions as he turned and passed by buildings. The only sound in the car was the soft humming of the heater and the engine. Other than those, everything was so quiet that you fell asleep.

When James parked in front of your building, you had been sleeping only for a couple minutes. He smiled at your sleeping figure. He cut the engine, pulled his and your seatbelts off and gently brushed his warm knuckles against your cheek.

“Honey,” he whispered. “Honey, wake up.” You let out a sound that was a mix of a hum and whine. James snickered softly. “C’mon, we’re here.” You whined a bit more and half-opened your eyes. “Hey there, pretty. Let’s get you home, yeah?” You hummed approvingly. James exited the car, making his way to your side with quick steps, and helped you out. You stumbled a little with your brain half-asleep. James hugged you close to his chest, steadying you and closing the door, locking it with one press of his finger.

James gently led you towards the building and entered the elevator with you. You were leaning against him, less sleepy but tired, as you watched the number change. You turned your head to his chest, almost burying your face into his coat, and inhaled.

God, you thought. He smells amazing.

It was a fresh scent but had leather, a little vanilla and something citrus-y in it. You could also smell the light tobacco scent on his clothes, but it made the whole things better in total. You inhaled again and hummed.

“You smell amazing,” you told him, slurring only a little bit. James chuckled.

“Yeah?” You nodded. Your nose was currently buried into the crook of his neck where you kept filling your lungs with his smell. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognize it,” he, then, added. You frowned.

“Recognize what?” He smiled at you.

“It’s the perfume you bought for me on my birthday,” he told you softly. You looked at him and blinked. Inhaling again, you did recognize the smell a little.

“Oh my God, yes,” you gasped. James’ chest vibrated under your palm and cheek with his chuckle. “Damn, I have good taste in perfume, huh?” You murmured. James grinned.

“Yeah, you do, honey,” James agreed. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. James pulled your forward gently and walked with you to your door. You fumbled with your bag a bit, looking for your keys in the chaos existed in your bag, but soon, your fingers found them. Making a light ‘aha’ sound, you unlocked your door and opened it.

“Welcome to my humble den,” you announced cheekily and invited him inside. James walked in with a big smile on his face and closed the door behind him, locking it just in case. You shed your coat and shoes, dropped your bag by the door and made your way towards your kitchen, which was connected with your living room, to get yourself a glass of water.

“Want some water? Or a drink?” You asked James. He placed his coat on the back of your couch before following you into the kitchen.

“What do you have?” He asked back. You pointed the cupboard you put your alcohol in and took a big sip from your water. You hummed in relief as you drank the rest. You saw James grab the whiskey bottle among with two glasses. “Want one?” You narrowed your eyes, thinking.

“Fuck it, yeah, sure,” you told him. “I don’t have a job to be at tomorrow.” James grinned.

“That’s the spirit,” he said and filled the glasses with amber-colored beverage. He extended your glass to you, and you took it from him, tipping it just a little forward to clink the glass against his. James sent you small smile that caused you to shiver.

Taking a sip, you didn’t break the eye contact. Each passing second made his eyes go darker, hungrier, and you kept shivering, discreetly pressing your thighs together. You knew you were getting wet just from the way he was looking at you, and somehow you weren’t ashamed of it. You finished your drink and put the glass down on the counter. Walking up to him, you entered his personal space. Your chest was touching his, your thighs were brushing against his pants. You were so close that you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

“Finish it,” you whispered. James clenched his jaw once before drinking the rest of his whiskey, putting the glass down like you. As soon as he turned his head back to you again, you placed a hand on his neck and pulled him down.

Your lips collided with a moan of relief. James’ hands were quick to find your waist, arms getting wrapped around it. He lifted you a bit, pulled you to himself even more and kissed you back as passionately as you were kissing him.

You buried a breathy moan into his mouth. James’ tongue poked out, licked your lip and then inside your mouth before you were backed up against the counter. You gasped at the contact of the unforgiving marble at your back. James crouched down a bit to grasp your thighs, and you were lifted up in the air. You didn’t get a chance to squeak before you were placed on the counter, skirt bunched up and legs spread open with James between them, his lips were onto yours.

Mewling, you wrapped your limbs around him: Arms around his neck, legs around his thick waist. He was still wearing his stupid suit jacket, but you decided to not mind it for a little while. James was kissing you too good to stop.

“Baby,” James moaned into your mouth. You hummed. Uncurling one arm around his neck, you slid your finger into his belt loop and pulled his hips flush against yours with one tug. He moaned again but louder when his clothed erection made contact with your equally covered core. “God, baby, you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy here,” he whispered harshly and placed his hands on your hips. You pulled back just a tad.

“Yeah?” You asked him, looking at him under your lashes coyly. “Whatcha gonna do about it, stud?” The beautiful blue in his eyes gave way to black before he growled and ripped your shirt open, sending the buttons flying. Your breasts jiggled at the strength of his move, and James grumbled something to himself before your bra was also ripped. You gasped. “James!”

“I’ll buy you more,” he grunted uncaringly and started toying with your nipple. Your surprised gasp turned into a passionate one. “Hell, I’ll give you my card and let you buy the whole store, baby,” James groaned at your pathetic whine. He pushed you back gently, making you lay down on your cold marble counter, and got his mouth on the nipple he was toying with his fingers.

Your hands immediately found his hair when he closed his hot and wet mouth around your sensitive nipple, sucking and licking and biting down. You were pushing your chest into his mouth; your head was thrown back with the pleasure he was giving you. James sucked your nipple harshly. His fingers were playing with your other nipple, doubling the pleasure. You cried out when he bit down.

“Fuck, James!” You moaned. His response was a soft hum. He pulled back and kissed the other one wetly. He made his way down, licking and kissing and nibbling at every curve, every inch of skin he could reach on your body. As he moved down, he shed your clothes, mostly by ripping them. He was way too impatient to pull them off carefully, so ripping had to do it for now.

“Oh my God,” James gasped when he saw how wet you were. “Baby,” he groaned. Your pussy was dripping. It was calling to him by glinting enticingly under the soft kitchen light, by painting your inner thighs. “Lookit her, oh God,” he whispered. “She’s hungry, yearning for some relief, isn’t she, baby?” You whimpered. You widened the stance of your legs, practically inviting James to have his wicked way with your dripping pussy.

With another deep groan, James grabbed your thighs tightly in his large hands and buried his face between your legs. He immediately slurped all of your juices that got smeared around, cleaning and tasting and feeding himself with your delicious ambrosia. He buried a groan into your thigh and peppered some bites that was going to leave a mark. Humming to himself, he licked you from bottom to top, flicking the tip of his tongue on your clit at the last second.

You screamed and pulled on his hair, making him gasp in pain but caused him to get even more harder in his pants. You moaned, bucked your hips against his mouth and tried to get him to fuck you with his tongue deeper. James growled and pushed your thighs back, revealing your weeping pussy even more, and closed his mouth on your clit. He sucked, flicked his tongue and bit down gently. You were gasping, pulling on his hair with one hand and playing with your nipple with your other.

“’m─” You whimpered. The coil in your groin grew and its warmth spread all over your body. “─comin’, oh fuck, fuck, fu─ James!” Your upper body curled over his head as your clit quivered, and you came on his face. James kissed and licked gently, helping you to come down. He rubbed his rough beard against your soft skin of your inner thighs. He pressed kisses there, rubbed the length of your legs to soothe you. He stood up and rested his forehead against yours.

“You taste divine, sweetheart,” he whispered. One of his hands cradled your face and tilted it up. You were panting still when he kissed the littlest amount of breath you had in you away. Moaning, you wrapped yourself around him. You could taste yourself on his tongue, could feel your juices smearing around your chin from his beard. You whimpered. You moved one hand down, in front of his pants, to feel the bulge there. James’ breath hitched when you grasped it.

“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth. “You’re so hard,” you told him, pouting a bit. Your fingers quickly undid his belt and button, pulled his zipper down and sneaked inside his briefs. James groaned loudly when your hand wrapped itself around his length. James fucked into the fist you made for him for a couple seconds. Then, he fumbled with his suit jacket, fishing his wallet out to get a condom.

“God, when are you getting your IUD? I hate these things,” he grumbled as he lowered his briefs and opened the condom packet. You peppered kisses along his neck, undid his tie and shirt buttons to run your hands along his sculpted chest.

“In a week,” you mumbled your answer into his neck. He shivered. He threw the empty condom packet on the ground and wrapped a hand around your neck to push you back. He lined his cock and sank into your warmth in one smooth thrust. You gasped and moaned loudly as James growled deep in his chest.

“As soon as you get it in,” he said through his clenched teeth, “I’mma fill you up in every room, doll. Then, I’mma sit back and make you walk around naked so that I can see my come running down your legs.” You mewled at the image he put in your head. Your nails were digging hard into his back, almost drawing blood. James didn’t mind it. He actually loved the pain it resonated in his body. It made his pleasure sharper and stronger.

“I’mma fill you up so much,” James panted. “You gonna look pregnant, honey. You gonna look like you’re carrying my kid already.” You gasped and held onto him tighter as James’ thrusts got faster and harder. His arms were around your waist, supporting your weight as he bucked his hips and thrusted in and out of you at a rapid pace.

“James,” you whispered. “God, fuck, harder.” Groaning, James complied. Your breath was coming out as ‘uh, uh, uh’ with James’ each pointed thrust. You were already so close to coming; you were sure James could feel your pussy quivering around his length. “Fuck,” you sighed. “You fill me up so damn good,” you told him. James groaned into your ear. He picked you up and walked away from the counter. You squeaked as you wrapped your limbs around his body tightly. His initial plan was to go to your bedroom, but when he lifted you up, he somehow sank deeper. The way your pussy clenched around him had made him a little dizzy, so he ended up pressing you up against the hallway wall.

“Oh fuck─” he moaned. He plastered his chest on yours and continued to snap his hips hard and fast. You cried out. He was in deep, so deep that you could feel him graze spots that no one had ever touched before. “Babe─”

“James!” You mewled. “James, ‘m close─ oh, shit, I’m so close!” James didn’t say anything. He could feel how close you were. You were practically trying to milk the come out of him. Groaning, he dug his nails on your hips and watched the way your breasts swayed with each thrust. His balls were getting tighter, and he knew he was also way too close to coming, so he placed a hand around your neck and squeezed it just a little to make you go a little stupid on him.

You let out a wet, choking sound, and James saw your eyes go cross before they rolled back. Your whole body shook violently as you came on his cock. Your nails dug into the meat of his back thoroughly, and James knew there was going to be bloody nail marks tomorrow. He grinned and let go.

His balls jerked, cock jerked and thigh muscles clenched. He groaned deep from his chest as he filled the condom. His body plastered yours against the wall fully. His hips were still moving but with short and small thrusts.

Both of you panted as your bodies shook with the aftermath of the mind-blowing sex you just had. Your orgasms were still present in your muscles as you twitched and moaned softly at the tickling sensations.

“God, baby,” James breathed. You hummed. Pulling a hand back from his body, you cradled his face and kissed him sweetly. James sighed into the kiss. He kissed your lips, cheeks, forehead and the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours, still lightly panting. “I love you,” he whispered. Your lips curled up for a smile. You brushed your nose against his and kissed him chastely.

“I love you, too,” you whispered back. His arms tightened around you in response.

You stood there in the hallway; clothes halfway off, James slipped out of you after going soft and both of your eyes closed, forehead touching and just existing in each other’s space.

It was what James would call a peaceful moment: Time spent into the arms of the woman he loved so very much. He never asked for more; what he had was enough for him. The only thing he would want would be keeping you with him forever, but you had time for that.

So, for now, he stood there with you; kissing you back softly as he held onto you tightly.

You were the only one whom he let to touch his soul. Inside and out.

And you were going to be the one and only, there wasn’t no one else and there wasn’t going to be someone else.

Only you.

Only you could touch his soul.

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carbonfiction · 2 years

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Stay quiet

As a sucker for Bucky and DBF fics it's only obvious that the first piece I've ever seriously written/posted is a mashup of that! With that being said absolutely any feedback is more than welcomed! Also a huge thank you to @becca-e-barnes for inspiring me to finally get out of my own way and pursue something I love! 💕

Pairing- DBF!Bucky x reader

Words: 2.1k

Summary: being in a secret relationship with your dad's hot best friend may be classified as a sin, but teasing him under the table at a family dinner is another.

Warnings: age gap (Bucky's early 40s readers early to mid 20s) lil swearing, secret relationship, reader being a tease, Risk of being caught? hand job, oral (m receiving), Nieve parent's?, a good deal of dirty talk? kinda subby Bucky?? I think that's it!

Minors do not interact, you will be blocked!

you and bucky have been seeing each other for a while in secret. It's something that you've had to both keep quiet about bc let's face it? Dad finds out his (not so little) little girl is actively screwing his best friend? Shit will hit the fan biiiiig time.

You'd always had a stupid schoolgirl crush on bucky since just before before you'd left for college. When you'd first met him he was getting over a divorce and in his late 30s, working alongside your dad. He seemed nice enough, funny and always made sure you felt comfortable around him if he was over and your dad got called away. But it was hard not to see what was in front of you and it just so happened to be your luck that sweet, respectful James "jus' call me bucky" Barnes was also quite possibly the most attractive man you'd ever set eyes on.

You'd had a steady friendship for a while, until Bucky had tagged along on a family vacation and one look at him on that beach, his toned body covered in tiny droplets of water, and in the most delicious pair of black shorts that seemed to perfectly hug every sodden inch of his lower half, had you hooked.

But You'd figured you'd grow out of it soon enough, you'd spend some time around college guys and gals and forget all out your dads best friend.

but that never really happened, your mind seemed to stick onto him,and him alone. No amount of one night stands or date nights with a glass of wine and your vibrator could quell the urge for him.

But then Fast forward to your birthday party and one two many drinks with friends, of whom knew far to much about your little crush. And After being dared to call him, barely able to string a coherent sentence together hes pissed, worried about your safety and decides to picks you up. With drunk words being sober thoughts and and enough liquid courage in you to sink a ship, one thing leads to another and you end up waking naked together, wrapped up in his arms.

And from then on the rest had been history. The time spent not studying was with him. Always with him, even if you were simply laying together on his couch, relishing in a moment of peace. You loved him, and God did he love you back. It was wrong, you both knew it, but from the moment your eyes opened for the first time in his arms? You lost every ounce of guilt or shame. He was it for you, you knew that much.

Dancing around family dinners became an occurrence you'd both grown used too, it wasn't odd for bucky to join your family for Sunday dinners, and after a while, turning up to your front door together was almost natural. Your parents so blissfully unaware and Nieve to believe your excuse that "Bucky's closer to school, said he didn't mind giving me a ride anytime we were both headed this way. 'Sides he saves me catching an uber"

So here you sit, next to bucky and opposite your parents as they talk away, catching up with each other. A smile tugs at your lips as you pop a potato in to your mouth, an idea forming in your mind. Bucky looks utterly delicious, his mix of skinny jeans and a shirt your sure has to be multiple sizes too small.

The way the fabric stretches and clings to every inch him is sinful and from the moment you stepped into his car you've wanted nothing more than to slide over the center console of his car and fuck his brains out. But it was a family dinner you we're attending, and your parents may have been blind to what was going on in of them but if you'd both shown up late, cheeks flushed and clothing Disheveled, it was sure to raise a few questions.

But god, what better way to rile your secret- forbidden- boyfriend up than to tease him under the table. And looking like bucky did, you could hardly of cared if you were caught, at least that way you'd get to go home and screw his beautiful brains out a damn lot earlier.

Bucky's thigh tenses when your hand lands by his knee, slowly raking your fingers up him under the table. And when that's the reaction to an innocent touch? When you do finally reach the already semi hard bulge in his jeans, he just about chokes on the food in his mouth.

Having to play off to your parents that he was fine, just swallowed funny.

You don't move for a while then, hand just discreetly resting over his hardened crotch as you finish off the last few things on your plate. Turning your head as he speaks you can't help but try to suppress a smirk while you take a sip of wine. His eyes are almost wide, panicked, shooting warnings glances so obviously at You.

You know what your doing to him, how he feels about showing any excess affection around your mom and dad, but it's just that that makes it all the more fun.

So it's no surprise when dinners over and your mom insists that you two stay at the table, your hand begins to move once more. Fingers Slowly squeezing over his jeans meanwhile her and your father clean up and get desert ready.

Once out of earshot bucky turns, eyes clouded with lust but the telltale crease of anger between his brows. "What'd the hell are you playing at? Your mom and dad we're right there!" you can tell despite sharpness of his tone that he's struggling, hands trying to grasp your wrist, as his cock protrudes almost painfully against the rough layer of his boxers.

It's almost gratifying in the way He's so obviously trying not to crumble and fuck you over your parents dinner table. But deep deep down, there's this little devil on your shoulder that wants him, no needs him, to do it. To take what he needs from your body, and vice versa, to hell with anyone else.

Putting your plan in motion you begin to snake your hand under his shirt, nails gently raking over the toned skin at the lower half of his abs. The quiet groan Bucky makes at the action is sinful, and does nothing to help the throb of your clit, let alone the tight press of your thighs.

"Come on babydoll, please, please, can't- fuck- can't do this here. Your dad would have my balls in a blender if he caught us"

Bucky pleads, desperation filling his words and fuckkk, you'd be an idiot to say that wasn't one of the hottest sounds to reach your ears, and you'd seen, let alone heard him cum multiple times since the two of you started your relationship.

Despite his desperation to not be caught he can't find it in himself to get you to stop when your hand finally Inches just that little bit lower, unbuttoning him and slipping your warm hand into his jeans.

Your on the edge of your seat and he's hot, heavy and throbbing in your hand. You hear your father and the clattering of bowls as they clean up, mentally making a note that you needed to keep an ear out, just in case either of them decided to venture further out of the kitchen and back to the dining room.

They would be a while yet, your mom's prize desert having to be perfect, but you knew this wouldn't take long. Bucky was already hard and ready from the moment you'd put your hand on his leg.

"Oh baby, you don't want me to make you cum? Don't want me to milk your pretty cock under my parents dinner table? Your hard as hell baby, so Why not hm? "

All bucky can do is quietly wimper, hips fractionally arching into your touch without even meaning to, but you can see in his eyes he's afraid to make any other noise or draw attention.

It's almost criminal how you can do this to him, make him loose all sense of control of his own damn body but god is it one other thing he loves about you.

In any other scenario it should be him doing this to you, fingers buried deep inside your cunt, making you cum instead. But he cant find it in him to care because, fuck, its so wrong you doing this to him, but hell, it feels so damn good.

Bucky struggles to hold in a sound as your hand begins to move in a steady rhythm. using the precum that coats his tip as lube. “ do- do want you t' make me cum honey, jus- fuck- just don't wanna get caught."

"Oh baby, we won't get caught," you pause for a moment, sending him a smirk as you dip down and give a teasing squeeze of his balls. "You jus gotta be quiet, hm? Just be a good boy and stay quiet, I'll take care of you buck"

He has to swallow a gutteral moan at your words, biting down on a hooked finger. You shouldn't do what you do to him, he's sure of that much. Your tone is always Innocent, smooth as honey despite your actions being anything but.

Taking one extra look over to the doorway you up the anti, pulling your chair out ever so slightly and sliding round to face him completely. Buckys cock twitches in your hand, a telltale sign he's close. Good, you think to yourself, you have about ten minutes before you know your mom and dad will be walking back through that door.

Bucky's eyes squeeze shut, face cherry red, as you Lean down towards his crotch. by now he's far too powerless to resist your touch even if he wanted too.

The need to cum consuming any remaining hesitation.

If anyone was to peak around the corner it would look as if you'd dropped something, and by then an easy excuse could roll off your tounge.

But right now the only thing you cared about being on your tounge was Bucky. Your lips wrap around him, salty sweet precum on your taste buds as you suckle at his tip. your hand continues to jerk at the base of him and he's putty in your hands.

"Fu-fuck- gonna cum honey. Dont- god- please don't stop" Bucky's utterly wrecked, Barely able to hold back his gasps and groans.

Your head pops off his cock for a moment, spit coating your chin, just to tease him for a moment.

"That's it, good boy, want you to cum, needa taste you buck. Been desperate for it all night"

And with that your head drops back down, tounge rapidly flicking over his slit. Bucky's teeth dig further into his fingers and it's a Miracle that he doesn't manage to bite it off with the grip. Beside him his Vibrainum hand grasps at the table, wood almost Splintering under him.

It only takes one, two more harsh bobs onto his cock before he's spilling into your mouth, hips jerking wildly. His hand has to clasp over his mouth to smother the deep growl that leaves him, orgasm rushing through his body before his brain can even begin to catch up to his mouth.

His thighs shake, breathing eractic, as he watches you reach his eyes, maintaining eye contact as you swallow his load, salty sweet as it coating your throat. Bucky takes a tremor ridden sip from his water as you begin to tuck his still sensitive but softening cock back into his boxers then re assemble his jeans.

The sound of your mother's voice draws nearer just as you secure the button. Turning yourself around just in time for your parents to become visible in the doorway, bowls in hand. Your father shoots you an odd look at your slightly disheveled appearance but you brush it off, dropping into the regrowing conversation that your laces had come undone and you'd reached down and re Tightened them, hense your flushed face.

But just before your parents can get to placing your bowl down bucky leans over, words barley reaching your ear. "just you wait till we get back in the car honey. We may have a short drive but your not gonna stop cumming over my fingers until your begging me to have some mercy on that pretty little pussy of yours. You wanna Act like a little whore, you get treated like one."

#dbf!bucky #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes smut #dadsbestfriend!bucky #marvel smut #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #dbf!bucky smut #bucky imagine #bucky fic #pure smut

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giftedyoungster3000 · 10 months

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Stay with me

Dbf and adrenaline C3 and C4

Summary: after your father had received a number of serious threats he figured it would be best to put you under protection and have a trusted bodyguard at your side. Who better for that job than his close friend Bucky. (Bucky met reader when she was already an adult)

Warning: age gap (reader is early 20s Bucky is about 40 or so, both are consenting adults) dads best friend, creep at bar, mention of future smut/public sex, pet names, slight implications reader is female, no real description of reader

@buckybarnesevents June-iverse

Word count: 1k

A/n: pushing the due date for this last fic but here it is. It’s unedited not proof read or anything but it’s posted.

“Stop being a brat. I’m not happy to be doing this either, I owed your dad a favour” his hot breath danced on your neck as his annoyed voice snarled. His hands landed on your waist bringing you closer. He knew exactly how flustered you got around him. And boy did he use it to his advantage. Always finding a reason to be holding you, especially in front of your father. He could get off just by watching your cheeks heat up bright pink and you trying not to squirm. He knew he shouldn’t have these thoughts about his old pal's daughter. But he reasoned with himself that it was ok seeing as he met you at a bar before he even knew you were his friend's kid. So was it really that wrong?

He surveyed the bar before refocusing his attention on you. He knew the threat wasn’t serious and your father was overly paranoid but Bucky wasn’t taking any chances. He was asked to protect you and he sure as hell wouldn’t let you get hurt under his watch.

You stood in front of Bucky looking up at him desperately wanting all of his attention. You were about to snap. You were almost completely sure that whatever feelings you had toward this absolute beauty of a man were reciprocated. But then doubts would creep in. He was almost double your age and the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Surely he wouldn’t want a kid like you. But ever since your dad started getting threats and he asked Bucky to be a bodyguard of sorts you allow yourself to take these moments alone and fantasize about what it would be like to have his attention on you for other reasons. Be able to have him for yourself, claim him and make sure all the people who were eyeing him knew that he belonged to you.

“I’m bored James.” You wine trying to pull his attention away from the crowd and towards the pout and puppy dog eyes, you wore.

He sighed looking at you and flicking his eyes down to your lips, they looked so full and soft, shining in the light of the club. His patience was getting thin.

“This is what you chose to do tonight.” He pointed out, struggling to pull his eyes away from your face. “So either we stick the night out, or I take you back home so you can hide away in your room again.” He lays the two options out for you calling out your habits in the meantime.

“Fine, at least get me a drink please?” He silently nods and pulls away to get your drink already knows what your favourite is. You follow him with your eyes as he walks over to the bar. Your mind is too distracted by the eye candy walking away from you to notice the man creeping up behind you.

His hand grips your waist unexpectedly and turns you to him. The strong smell of smoke enters your lungs and you feel nauseous.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone? Are you looking for a good time huh? Well, you’re in luck, babe.” The man’s voice dragged through the air and into your ears.

“Excuse me?” You push the man away from you trying to put space between you and this creep when he grabs your arm tight enough to make you wince.

“Don’t talk to me like that you whore. Who do you think you are.” His face was close to yours and his voice laced with venom. You were sure this was your end.

Before you had even finished mentally saying your goodbyes the man was pulled off of you and thrown into the side of the bar counter. Effectively making him no longer a threat.

“No who do you think you are.” An oddly familiar voice asked the man now laying on the floor. Looking over to the two men, Bucky stood over the creep who curled on the floor in pain. Bucky's heavy black boot lay against his chest keeping him down. Bucky reaches forward grabs the man's shirt collar and pulls him up. As Bucky stood a head taller than this man he leaned down just enough to whisper some sort of what you assumed was a threat into the man’s ear. he pushed him into the crowd and the general direction of the door before turning back to face you, his face softening as he looked you over.

“You hurt doll?” His hands inspect you, gently moving over your body assessing to see any damage.

“I’m fine James, just a little shaken up.”

“Good, I leave you for two minutes and you already get yourself in trouble. What would you do without me huh?” His tone was mocking but there was a certain amount of truth behind that statement. What would you do without him, you never wanted to find out.

“I guess you should just never leave my side then” you joked.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all night doll.” All signs of humour left his voice, he pulled you by the waist over to an empty booth in one of the far corners, sitting himself down and pulling you along with him and onto his lap. “This is what you wanted doll?” That damn smirk he always wears made an appearance on his face again, he knew from the way you were squirming that you were enjoying this. “What’s the matter, princess? You suddenly don’t have much to say.” He used a playful mocking tone, almost like he was speaking to a child.

A surprised gasp left your lips as you felt Bucky pressing against your thighs. There was no doubt that he was big, but feeling him against your most sensitive area made you realize just how big he was.

He could tell by the way you paused for a quick second before shifting again that you could feel how hard he was, so why not use that to his advantage?

Leaning in, Bucky once again lets his hot breath fan your neck as he whispers in a low sultry tone, “You gonna let me take you right here in the back of the club, in front of all these people?”

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alisonsfics · 3 years

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accidental pictures

pairing: dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

summary: you’ve always had a crush on your dad’s best friend, but it’s always been easy to hide. that is, until you accidentally send him pictures meant for someone else

word count: 2.5k

warnings: swearing, bra pictures, age gap, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, thigh riding, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, minors DNI

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. I’ll see you in an hour” you said, stepping out of the car. You grabbed your purse from inside the car and slid your arm through the strap. “I’ll see you then. Text me if you’re done early, and I’ve told you to call me Bucky. Mr. Barnes makes me feel old” he told you, slightly chuckling. You smiled and nodded, before closing the car door. You waved as he drove away.

Bucky was your dad’s best friend. He was always coming over to your house for barbecues and all sorts of parties. Over the years, you had grown fond of Bucky, but he was significantly older than you. You were only twenty four, but that didn’t stop you from admiring him.

You were visiting your dad for the next two weeks. Your dad was going to drive you to the mall, but he got called into work. So, he asked Bucky to drive you. After thirty excruciating minutes in the car, you were finally at the mall.

You never knew how to act around Bucky. He made your heart beat at a million miles per minute and always ended up turning you on. The brunette man was gorgeous, which made it hard to control yourself around him.

You walked into the mall doors. Forty minutes later, you were almost finished. You had returned the shoes that you bought in the wrong size and found a dress to wear to a party you were going to in a few weeks. All that was left was to buy a new bra.

You headed into Victoria’s Secret and headed to the bras that were your size. You instantly found a few that you liked and walked towards the dressing rooms.

You set down the few pairs of bras and felt your photo buzz. You saw a new text from Bucky:

“I finished my errands early. I’m waiting in the parking lot, once you’re done :) ”

You felt your insides tingle and felt a new rush to finish up. You quickly typed out a response and hit send.

“Okay! I’ll be out in a few minutes. I’m almost done”

You moved on to the bras that were waiting for you. You tried all four of them on and couldn’t decide between your top two. You quickly snapped photos in each of the bras. One was a dark red bra with lace, and the other one was a black bra that had some sheer panels.

You quickly sent the pictures to your best friend and asked which one she liked more. You looked into the mirror and looked closer at the bra, still trying to decide. You heard your phone vibrate, and you quickly grabbed it. You were eager to see your best friend’s response. You assumed it would make the decision easier.

Instead, you saw a text from Bucky that read:

“Fuck, sweetheart. You look hot in both of them, but I’m assuming you didn’t mean to send that to me”

You felt your blood run cold. Just to be sure, you checked and realized you had sent him the pictures. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to run away and hide forever.

First and foremost, you wanted to never see Bucky again. You knew you would die of embarrassment. There was no way you could survive a whole car ride home with him.

You quickly decided to buy both the bras and headed towards the parking lot. You kept your head low as you looked for Bucky's car. You spotted it, and he waved you over.

You got into the front seat without saying a word. You couldn’t even look at him. “Hi, sweetheart” he said, softly. You muttered a quick “hi” and then looked out the window.

Bucky accepted that you didn’t want to talk about it and put the car in drive. He started the drive to your dad’s house, where you were staying.

After about ten minutes of silence, the car pulled up to a red light. Bucky looked over at you and saw you still looking out the window. “Sweetheart? Look at me” he said, tapping your thigh. You hesitantly looked over at him. He gave you a soft smile.

“I really don’t want to talk about it” you begged him. He placed his hand back on your thigh, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. You could feel your face heat up. “I know you’re embarrassed, but you don’t have to be. We can both pretend it never happened. You really don’t have to worry about it, love. By the way, those pictures were pretty amazing,” his soft genuine smile turned into a smirk.

You felt even more embarrassed. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or if he was teasing you. You knew you had nothing else to lose. You grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him for a kiss. Before he could kiss you back, cars began to honk behind you.

You both pulled apart and realized the light was green. You were mortified. “I’m sorry” you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself. Neither of you said another word to each other. You continued to drive. Bucky drove past the turn to get to your dad’s house.

“Bucky, you missed the turn” you said, finally willing yourself to look at him. Instead of turning around, he just smirked and kept his eyes on the road. “Relax, sweetheart. We’re making a pit stop” he said, moving his hand to rest on your thigh.

You could feel a fluttering feeling in your stomach as his hand inched up your leg. He was only inches from where you wanted him, and he stopped. You practically whined. “Patience, baby” he instructed.

You squirmed under his touch. You started to rub your thighs together, trying to get some friction. “You’re so needy, sweetheart” he said. His words practically made you moan.

He slipped his fingers into the waistband of your leggings. His fingers ran over your lace panties. “God, you’re soaked. Do you need me that bad?” He asked, not moving his fingers. You nodded while biting your lip. You started to grind down on his hand, trying to get the release he was denying you.

“Look at you, so desperate for my touch. The least I can do is help you out” he said, moving your panties to the side. He ran his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness. Your hips bucked up and pushed against his hand.

He pushed two fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace. He curled his fingers as he began to pump them in and out of you. “Does that feel good?” He asked you, quickening his pace. You bit down on your lip and eagerly shook your head.

“You don’t have to be quiet. Let me hear you” he commanded. His fingers hit your g-spot, causing you to call out his name. A cocky smirk grew on his face.

The car pulled up to a red light, and you could see a car creeping up next to you. “Look at me, sweetheart. No one gets to see this look on your face through the window. This is all for me. Only I get to watch how you squirm under my touch” he said, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. The light changed to green. He continued driving towards his house.

His thumb started to rub circles onto your clit. You threw your head back against the headrest. “Fuck—Bucky...faster please” you begged him, breathlessly. His fingers sped up, ramming into you as you clenched your thighs around his hand.

You could feel the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten. The pressure continued to build. “Bucky, I’m almost there” you moaned. Then, the pressure disappeared. You noticed he had completely removed his hand from you. You also realized you were in his driveway.

Bucky wiped his hand off on his jeans. “I was so close. My ex-boyfriend could never get me that close” you complained, the last part said more to yourself.

“That was nothing, sweetheart. I’m going to show you what it’s like with a real man” he whispered, before pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He unlocked the car doors, and you both headed inside. He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, keeping your hands in his.

You felt your nerves hit you like a brick wall. You realized how much this could change your life. There was no going back after sleeping with your dad’s best friend.

He moved his hand to cup your face. “Sweetheart, before we do anything, I want to make sure that you’re really okay with this” he said, gently. You pressed a light kiss against his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wished for this to happen” you said, looking into his eyes.

That was all the permission he needed. He grabbed at your waist and pulled you into his lap. Your hands were instantly in his hair as you connected your lips. You started to roll your hips into his, chasing all the friction you could get.

He pushed you off his lap, and then pulled your leggings down your legs. You stepped out of them and stepped towards him. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you finish before. I wanted to be able to watch you fall apart” he said, kissing your temple.

Then, his eyes lit up. He patted his thigh. “Sit right here for me” he said, gently. You straddled his thigh. “Can I?” You asked, softly. He eagerly nodded his head and placed his hands on your hips. You rolled your hips forward, grinding against his thigh.

“Cum on my thigh, sweetheart. I wanna watch” he said, watching you. You rested your arms on his shoulders as you slid yourself back and forth on his thigh. The harsh material of his jeans only added more friction.

A soft whine passed your lips. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well” he said, placing light kisses along your jawline. His words only turned you on more. You could feel a warm feeling in your stomach as you got closer to your peak.

“Buck—almost...there” you moaned, breathlessly. The coil returned and continued to tighten. He began to bounce his leg up and down, creating more friction. “Oh...Bucky, fuck” you called out, moving your hips faster. You shut your eyes, overwhelmed with the pleasure. You were reduced to a whimpering mess. “Such a good job, princess. Let go for me” he said.

You fell over the edge; your vision going white. Your hips slowed down, and you leaned against Bucky’s shoulders. You panted as you came down from your high.

“You are so beautiful” he said, peppering kisses up and down your neck. You noticed his bulging cock against your leg. “I want to make you feel good too” you said, starting to unbuckle his belt.

He grabbed your wrists and stopped you. “You don’t have to do that. I just wanna be inside of you, sweetheart” he told you. You pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He used his metal arm to flip you over. He was laying on top of you on the bed now.

“Stay” he said, as he stood up and took off his jeans. You watched him as he stepped out of his boxers, and his cock sprung free. You heard it slap against his stomach. You clenched your thighs together as he thought about having his large cock ramming into you.

He stroked himself a few times. You whimpered to yourself, and your hand found itself inside your panties. “Sweetheart” he said, catching you. You quickly removed your hands and looked back into his eyes.

“I can’t wait to fill you up and have your pretty pussy wrapped around me” he said, crawling on top of you. You cupped his face and pulled him up to kiss you. He moaned into your mouth as one of your hands stroked his length.

He pulled your panties down your legs and carelessly threw them aside. He teased you, lightly drawing figure eights on your clit. You quickly pulled off your T-shirt. He stopped what he was doing as he realized you were wearing the dark red bra.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath. You noticed that his cock was throbbing. “Your tits look so fuckin’ good” he said, cupping your breasts through the bra.

You reached around your back to unclip the bra, but he stopped you. “Don’t” he practically growled. You smirked as you watched the effect you had on him.

“Keep it on. I want to fuck you while you wear it” he said, not moving his eyes from the lacy material. Then, without warning, he pushed into you.

He watched as your face contorted in pleasure. “You’re so fucking big” you moaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on as he thrusted into you. He smirked down at you. He wrapped your legs around his waist. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart” he moaned in your ear. You grabbed on to his shoulders, leaving little crescent indents. You moaned as he continued to stretch you out.

“Bet your ex never made you feel this good” he said, hitting your g-spot. Your walls clenched around him. Your eyes rolled back, and you threw your head back against the pillow. “I’m getting close, sweetheart. You’re so tight” he moaned.

You pulled him into a kiss. “Need you to—faster” you begged him. He listened, speeding up his pace and bringing his thumb down to rub circles on your clit.

You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach. “Close” you mumbled. He moaned out your name as he quickened his pace. “You gonna cum with me?” He asked you, and you quickly nodded your head. It was like he was in overdrive. He was ramming into you. The sound of your skin slapping together and the squeaking of the mattress filled the room. He kept going faster, chasing his high.

“Sweetheart” he moaned, and then you could feel him cum inside of you. It was enough to send you over the edge, and your orgasm hit you. “Oh shit” he moaned, as your walls tightened around him.

You could feel yourself pulsing. You both laid like that for a while, neither of you moving. You both tried to catch your breath.

Eventually, he pulled out of you and then cleaned you both up. Bucky crawled back into bed with you and began placing kisses up and down your chest. “Can you call your dad and say you’re staying over a friend’s house?” He asked, lightly kissing your lips.

You nodded your head. “God, you’re so beautiful” he said, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Bucky, that was amazing. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. No man is ever going to measure up to that” you whispered. He smirked to himself, proud of his work. “Well I guess it’s good that this wasn’t a one-time thing” he said, running his fingers up your arm.

You had a fluttering feeling in your stomach as you listened to what he said. “It wasn’t?” You asked him, raising your eyebrows.

“Hell no, sweetheart” he said, before pulling you in for round two.

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had a request for drabble night!! what about dadsbestfriend!bucky where the reader cant fall asleep (maybe she has nightmares?) so she calls bucky & he tells her to come over :) some angsty fluff vibes?

Awh, this is really cute! I like the idea a lot. I changed it just a smidge, but I hope it's still what you wanted 💜. Thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Dadsbestfriend!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: explicit language, PTSD-like themes, canon level violence

Word Count: 1.5k (oops thats not a drabble at all is it 🤦‍♀️)

There were nights you were able to turn them off–the voices and images that plagued your thoughts every time you attempted to rest your eyes. However, it was apparent tonight was not going to be one of those times. Each time you thought you were finally drifting off to sleep, a flash of a memory would fill your vision.

A civilian hurt.

A child crying.

The wreckage of a battle.

Your body jolted out of bed as your chest heaved, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. Tossing off the blankets, you padded into the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face–a desperate attempt to ground yourself. A heavy sigh tumbled from your lips as you leaned over the sink, allowing the water to drip slowly from your face and onto the granite below. You wanted to be able to tell yourself the images weren’t real, that it was all a nightmare–but that wasn’t true.

It was real. You were there. You experienced it to its fullest extent.

No, it wasn’t a nightmare at all. It was a memory.

You couldn’t even be bothered to hang up the towel after drying your face off–instead allowing it to crumple to the floor as you shuffled out of the bathroom. Your body begged you to crawl back in bed but you knew it was no use. As many as you’d experienced over the last few years, you’d thought your body would be more accustomed to the sleepless nights by now. The fatigue still managed to seep into every corner of your body in an attempt to pull you down into the dark pit, but you weren’t quite ready for that yet. There was still a sliver of fight left in you.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed your next door neighbor’s porch light still illuminating the backyard. A small smile crept onto your face as you pulled a hoodie over your head and slipped on a pair of shoes. The porch light was a bat signal of sorts–one you’d come to know very well.

The signal of the damaged, relatively fucked up insomniacs.

Whenever you moved into your dad’s old place several years ago, you never expected much other than to fix up the place, get his affairs in order, and then try to flip it for a profit. Instead, you ended up settling in and befriending your dad’s old friend who happened to live next door.

Bucky and your dad had been friends for a number of years and he was one of the main reasons your dad even allowed you to work for S.H.I.E.L.D–well, that and the fact that you were a grown woman and he couldn’t make your decisions for you anymore. It made him feel better to know that Bucky was there to keep an eye on you and make sure you were safe.

Bucky had been just that to you for a few years, a coworker, but with the passing of your father and the almost-world-ending circumstances the two of you faced together, you had become rather close to one another. It wasn’t unlike the two of you to sit on his back porch together in the middle of the night–sharing a beer in silence as the two of you ignored the reason why you weren’t getting a restful night’s sleep.

After grabbing two beers from your fridge, you drudged through the yard and let yourself into Bucky’s place through the gate. Walking up to the deck, you saw him sitting there nursing a beer already. A smile spread across your face whenever you noticed that he had already had a beer waiting for you in your normal chair as well.

“What, you set your clock by me now, Barnes?” You joked, moving the beer to sit down and placing the two drinks you’d brought with you on the floor beside the chairs.

Bucky looked over and grinned as he heard your voice. As usual, he looked tired. Dark circles decorated the underneath of his eyes, weeks worth of unshaved stubble lined his jaw, and his chestnut hair was pulled into a small bun at the nape of his neck.

“Was startin’ to think you were gonna stand me up.” Bucky shuffled slightly in his seat, tossing back the rest of his beer before grabbing the one you had brought over for him.

“No such luck, sorry pal.”

Cracking open your own beer, you brought the cool bottle to your lips and welcomed the bitter taste of the liquid into your mouth.

Although the two of you remained unmoving and quiet for what felt like ages, there was something comforting about simply being in Bucky’s presence. It could’ve been his warm demeanor or the way he glanced at you every now and again to study your face and make sure you were okay–but above all, he was someone who understood. Understood better than anyone else the things you had seen and the things you had taken part in.

Being a hero isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, there are benefits and you save lives, but you often don’t talk about the ones you can’t.

“You can’t blame yourself, ya know.” Bucky’s gruff voice cut through the silence, causing you to pull yourself from your mind and look over at him.

“I know that look all too well. It’s not your fault.” Bucky’s soft blue eyes met yours and if you didn’t know any better you could swear you felt like crying on the spot.

“I know that.” You scoffed, looking back down at your beer.

Damn him and his ability to read you like a book.

“Then cut it out.” Bucky’s matter-of-fact attitude about things was one of his less likable qualities.

“Let me get right on that. Oh, wait…would you look at that? I’m cured!” You rolled your eyes and tossed back another swig of beer as Bucky chuckled at your attitude.

“I’m just tryna save you from years of trouble, kid. And therapy, if you can manage to stay out of it. That shit sucks.” Bucky finished his beer and placed the empty bottle on the table beside him.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looked over at you with that same look of soft concern he always had shown for you. The two of you held each other’s gaze for several seconds before you both tore off to stare out into the dark yard in front of you. Somehow, that one look said more than either of you needed to.

“I just don’t know how you do it, Buck.” You finally spoke, sniffling slightly as your nose began to run from the cold, nighttime air. “All the good we do, all the positive things that come out of our jobs, and the only thing my brain wants to focus on is the negative.”

Bucky stared intently at the ground as you spoke, soaking up every word you were telling him.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s even fuckin’ worth it, you know? Are we even making enough of a difference to warrant all the bullshit?” Finishing your beer, you roughly slammed the bottle down before flipping your hood up onto your head and shoving your own hands in your pockets.

The air was painfully silent for a few moments before you heard a small grunt come from the man beside you. Without you even realizing, Bucky had stepped inside during those few silent moments and grabbed a blanket for you. Your gaze lingered on the blanket outstretched toward you for a moment before looking up to meet his eyes.

“You’re cold. Just put it on.” Bucky shook the material slightly at you, urging you to cover yourself up.

You cleared your throat slightly before reaching out and taking the material from his hands, spreading the blanket out to cover your lap.

“By the way, it is worth it.” Bucky groaned slightly as he slumped back into his chair beside you, sinking down slightly. “It’s gotta be worth it...”

You weren’t looking at him at that moment, but you could tell the last part of that statement was more him trying to convince himself than you. When you looked over at him again, his eyes were trained on his lap where his hands were fiddling with one another. Instead of staying silent and looking back out into the yard, you took the opportunity to stand up and move your chair closer to him. You could feel his eyes on you as you moved and still when you slipped back into your chair with a sigh. Leaning your head over onto his shoulder, you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath.

“Thanks, Bucky.” You exhaled, snuggling into his shoulder as you heard a small chuckle come from beside you. “You always know what to say.”

While that wasn’t entirely untrue, the real truth was that sometimes what needed to be said was actually nothing at all.

Sometimes, you just needed him.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 10 months

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Honey Girl.

Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5.1k

Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).

Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/

An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.

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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.

"Babe! Babe! Babe!"

"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"

You can guess. In fact, you already have.

Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.

You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.

You wish people would shut up about it.

The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.

You fall into the latter.

You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.

You're not sure you ever want it to happen.

The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.

Not everyone shares the same sentiment.

"Babe, you still there?"

Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"

You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.

"Sure. I'll see you in ten."

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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."

You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.

"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.

The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.

"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"

She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.

"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."

As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."

"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.

"Like fucking magic."

You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.

"Magic?" you prompt.

"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"

She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.

"So, what's his name? What's he like?"

"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"

"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.

"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."

You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.

"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"

"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."

You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.

"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"

"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."

Jackpot. She's read you like a book.

"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"

"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"

"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"

You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.

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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.

"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."

"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."

Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.

"Hi, Mama."

"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."

She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.

"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."

"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."

She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.

"You've poured four, Mama."

"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."

"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."

"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"

She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.

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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.

Your Dad's best friend.

They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.

He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.

Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.

She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.

It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.

A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.

Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.

Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.

Might as well make the most of the freedom.

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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.

"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.

"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.

"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.

"I brought your favourite, Lori."

"So did I," you echo, laughing.

"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"

"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."

"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.

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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.

The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.

"Lacie got Tethered."

"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.

"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.

"Tell me about it."

"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."

"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."

"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."

"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."

"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."

"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."

"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."

"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.

And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.

"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.

"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."

You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.

"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."

You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.

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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.

"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.

"You got big late night plans?" you tease.

"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."

Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.

"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"

"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."

"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.

You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.

"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.

"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"

They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.

"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.

"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.

"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.

"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.

"Maybe?" he smirks.

"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."

"Like hell you will," he grumbles.

You quirk a brow in confusion.

"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."

You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.

"Why don't we go somewhere?"

"Where?" you ask tentatively.

"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"

You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

"I fucking love the beach."

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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.

The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.

The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.

A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.

"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."

He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.

"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."

Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.

"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."

"And what is this?"

"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."

You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.

"Me too," he whispers.

You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.

"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."

You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.

"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"

He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.

"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."

"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.

"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.

You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.

"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."

You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.

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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.

"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"

"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."

He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.

"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.

"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."

"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."

You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.

"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."

"You're the best, sugar."

You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.

"Nope. You?"

"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"

The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?

"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."

"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.

Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.

"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"

You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.

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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."

He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.

"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.

"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.

Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.

"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."

You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.

"Woah, easy. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.

He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.

And then, it happens.

Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.

Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.

Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.

After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.

You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.

He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.

You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.

He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.

"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.

A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.

"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."

Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.

You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.

You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.

Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.

You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.

A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.

"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."

"My soulmate," you whisper.

The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.

Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.

"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.

He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.

"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."

"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.

"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."

You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.

You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.

"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.

He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.

"My honey girl."

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pinkiebieberpie · 1 year

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dbf!bucky is all you need; he knows you are not a little innocent girl anymore and he wants to show you so many things; relationship with him is both romantic and steamy; you can eat delicious dinner that he made just for you in his apartment and a few hours later you are screaming his name in his bed, cause nobody ever made you feel as good as james; he also takes care of you, texts you sometimes in the middle of your day when you are at work or at university with cute messages "hope you are having a good day at work, baby", "can't wait to see you tonight ❤️", "do you want pasta or sushi for dinner? love you, angel"; he also just gives the best hugs and he is always there for you when you are sad; a lot of cuddles!!! but coming back to that steamy part?? he is so fuckin good with his lips... his lips on your lips? on your breasts?? on your whole body?? everywhere?? oh and that beard between your legs, yeah you can melt and turn into a puddle from that

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vanillanaps · 3 years

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45) "When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore." + dads bestfriend!bucky

I changed the prompt a little, I hope you don’t mind!

NSFW, 18+

“I miss you.” Bucky’s voice rang through the speaker in your phone as you answered his FaceTime call.

“I’ve been gone for a day, Buck.” You rolled your eyes as sitting back against the headboard.

You and Bucky had spent the last few days cooped up in your apartment, away from friends, family, work and school. Just living in each other’s existence, until you stepped back into reality and your family wanted you to come visit for a couple days.

“A day too long.” He grumbled, “When are you coming back?”

“In two days, you’ll be fine.”

“Or I can swing down there a—“

“Bucky no! I need to spend some time with my family and you need to focus on work, mister.” You playfully scolded him.

He hummed knowing your were right before he quickly changed the subject once he noticed the small spaghetti strap of your night gown slipping down, “What are you wearing?”

You snorted, “Don’t be a creep.”

“It’s only creepy if you make it that way.” He chuckled before turning back serious, “That’s the gown I got you?” He questioned, you nodded in response, “What’s under it?”

You bit your lip, squeezing your legs together, “Nothing.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, “Let me see.” You didn’t keep him waiting. You sat up immediately, pulling the gown up and over your head, tossing it the ground before picking your phone back up and showing the view. He groaned watching your run your finger tips over your harden nipples, tweaking at them softly, “Such a fucking tease—show me her.”

You spread your legs, bringing the phone down between them, angling it so he has the picture view of your glistening pussy. He listened to your soft moans and watched as your ran your fingers through your folds, toying with your clit, “When you come home, I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

You giggled at his serious tone, “Yes sir.”

#dadsbestfriend!bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes drabble

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noctumbra · 2 years

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DISCLAIMER

─ almost all the works linked below are +18. please read the warnings before you read the fic. i won’t be accepting any accusations about the topic i wrote because you skipped the warnings.

─ to get notified for fic updated only, turn on the notifications on for @cuddlewrites. i will be reblogging only the work i post on here.

─ i only write for bucky barnes, and rarely a couple other sebastian stan characters.

PEACHES [completed]

dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which bucky barnes has a secret relationship going on with his best friends’ daughter.

TRILOGY [completed]

fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which reader and bucky are fuck buddies until they catch feelings and ruin everything.

APPOINTMENTS [completed]

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which bucky gets a fuck buddy and rediscovers his body’s needs and himself in the twenty-first century.

HOLY GROUND [on going]

rich!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which they meet one summer, fall in love on the second summer and decide to give this relationship a go on their last summer.

WE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER [completed]

farmer!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which october brings love for bucky with his favorite season surrounding him.

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY [completed]

dilf!neighbor!pornstar!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which your neighbor reveals himself to you and comes with a couple more surprises than you expected.

─ ONE-SHOTS

─ HEADCANONS/BLURBS

─ KINKTOBER

─ CHUBBY!BUCKY

─ SUCKTEMBER

MASTERLIST VOL. II

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buckydeniro · 3 years

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This Is Trouble

part 1

dad’sbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

a/n: okay, i’m prettyyy new to writing and this is my first jab at writing a series or something that isn’t a hc so please be gentle with me. this could be complete shit and suck ass but ya know what, oh well! i’m a slut for dad’sbestfriend!bucky so here ya go! i really hope you enjoy it!! :-)

summary: you didn’t plan this. he didn’t either. you thought you would come home from college, spend some time with your dad, and find a place for yourself to live. but you soon found yourself in a sexual tension filled challenge with your dad’s best friend. but what happens when feelings develop and they become too strong to deny?

"Dad." You groan as he covers your eyes with his hands. You had just graduated college and after a few days spent packing up your stuff from your apartment near school and saying your goodbyes to your friends, you're finally back home. Your dad had the biggest grin on his face when he picked you up and you had a feeling he was up to something even though he swore he wasn't.

Now with his hands over your eyes in front of the door of your childhood home, you knew he was up to something.

"What's going on?" You ask, hearing the sound of people shuffling and a few shushing each other behind the door. "I know you hate surprises but you're back home so you're going to have to deal with it for the sake of your poor dad who has missed his daughter." You chuckle, a smile pulling at your lips.

You loved your dad. Your mom left when you were fairly young, hadn't even hit the double digits age range yet before her and your dad decided it was best to part ways. She never called or wrote, just left. But you made your way with your dad.

The sound of the door opening shakes you from your thoughts. Your dad removing his hands from your eyes to reveal a moderate sized group of family and friends before you.

Your eyes go big the exact moment they all yell out "Surprise!!" A red hot blush rushes to your cheeks and you smile bashfully, never having been one to like being the center of attention. You don't catch it but if you did you would have seen your dads best friend leaning against the kitchen doorway, lips moving up into a smile at your reaction.

"Okay, this was a pretty good surprise." Your smile blooms from shy and uncomfortable to happy and touched. You immediately hug your father, "Thank you. So much."

He gives you a tight squeeze causing you to choke out, "Dad." Chuckling at him as he lets go, letting air refill your lungs.

"I'm gonna give you some time with everyone. Good luck." With a kiss to the side of your head, Everyone begins rushing up, congratulating you, hugging you, commenting on how much you've grown and changed.

After nodding at one of the older womans dramatized comments about how she could hardly recognize you now, you feel someone watching you. Your eyes smoothly and quickly find Bucky, and you're almost thrown off actual physical balance at how good he looks. Holy shit. You swallow, your stomach doing a flip. Okay, what the fuck was that, stomach?

Not only have you changed but so as he. You breathe in through your nose as you take him in. The light stubble dancing on his jaw, a tight black shirt, the chains of his dog tags peaking out from the shirts collar. See he still wears those, you think to yourself. His black jeans matching his black boots have you trying not to bite your lip. You blink and quickly turn away, zoning back into the atmosphere around you.

He's always been attractive but jesus, when did he get that attractive. I guess you've both grown.

Apparently the lady, Lila, had still been talking to you, unaware your attention was pulled elsewhere for a moment. Firing questions off at you at a rapid speed, not stopping to hear your answers. So she's basically just having a conversation with herself and you've been deemed the appropriate audience for aome reason.

You hear footsteps coming towards you, flicking your eyes up, you see Bucky walking and stopping right in front of you. Oh my god. He smells amazing. No. What the fuck are you thinking? Reign it in, Y/N.

"Lila, don't wear the poor girl out." His bright, friendly smile drifting from her to you and you can't help the smile mirroring his on your lips. "Oh, I'm not." She chides, squeezing your arm softly with affection, "But I'll go." She playfully sighs and walks away.

Bucky's eyes haven't left yours, that contagious smile still on his face. "Welcome home, kid." That Brooklyn drawl has you biting your lip as you smile. It was a completely innocent movement, a habit you picked up a few years ago but it causes Bucky to look down at your lips, quickly flicking his gaze back to you as he inhales, mentally shaking thoughts from his head.

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes." You say politely. Bucky pulls a face and laughs, causing you to laugh along with him. Why is everything he does so contagious? He shakes his head as he speaks. "No, no, kid. Call me Bucky."

You nod your head once before pulling a face of your own. "Okay, but you can't call me 'kid' anymore. I'm 22, Bucky." The new 'title' leaving your mouth like an acception to a challenge.

He nods his head, lifting his hands up in mock defence, smirking at the way you said his name.

"Okay, okay. I got it. Y/N." His voice falls soft, almost sounding like he just found out what your name was and was calling you by it for the first time.

"Ah, Y/N, see you've caught up with Buck." Your dad grins, slapping a friendly hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Come on, party is out back."

Steve leads the way, both you and Bucky following. You purse your lips, fighting off a smile and Bucky snorts. "Party." You say quietly, glancing at Bucky as he retorts back speaking quietly so your dad doesn't hear, "Oh yeah, it's raging, can't you tell? Might just give them college parties of yours a run for their money."

You hum in acknowledgement, "You might be right, Barnes. But, I have been to some good ones."

"Barnes, huh?" You can't quite read the look on his face. All you know is that you're both looking at each other with some kind of playfulness, like the beginning of a new game has just started and you're on opposing sides.

"Mhm. Barnes." You overly dictate the 'B' in his name, drawing the 'A' out a bit, making a clicking sound with the side of your mouth, your focus forward.

Your dad turns around, clapping you softly on the shoulder, "Have fun, hon. One of the guys is calling for me. Sam! I'm coming!" You watch as your dad huffs, jogging up to his friend, swatting the spatula away from his hands, focus on the grill Sam was, I guess, butchering.

"So, you still do that." You turn your head back to Bucky, furrowing your eyebrows a little, tilting your head slightly, confusion lightly appearing on your face. "Do what?"

He puts his gloved covered hands into his jacket pockets, clearing his throat, "You make that sound when you're focusing on something or are nervous." There's a slight pause before he speaks up again. "You nervous with the get together or bein' back home or somethin'?"

You didn't realize you even did that. You were a little nervous but it wasn't because of the party your dad threw for you. It was because of Bucky. It's a good nervous but it confuses you none the less.

"Yeah. Just being back home." You nod, lips tugging up at the corner for a smile. "The change and everything."

Bucky doesn't look quite convinced but lets it go. Your attention is drawn forward, wanting to look anywhere but Bucky. The way he looks at you was fogging up your brain.

"You still wear the dog tags."

This time he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "I can notice things too, Bucky." You whisper with a smile, your attention turning back to him, causing him to chuckle.

"Well, they are mine, Doll." You both freeze. Fuck, he thinks. It just slipped out. He couldn't help it. He's fucked it now, shit. But you chew on your bottom lip, fighting back a smile but the hint of it is there and Bucky catches it and feels as if he can breathe again.

"Doll, huh?" You repeat his words back to him.

With a slight cocky tilt of his head, a subtle smirk and something dancing in both of your eyes, he throws it right back at you. Repeating your own words, the exact way you said them to him, "Mhm. Doll."

Before you could react, say anything, he had turned and casually walked away, yelling a hello at one of his and your dad's old friends and although you couldn't see his face, he had the biggest smirk on it. You let out a breath, not knowing what to make of yours and his interaction.

It was Bucky. Just Bucky. Your dad's best friend. He was just being friendly and teasing. Normal. But as you walk to grab a beer from the cooler near by, you can't help but question a little, "Right?"

Straightening your back, you feel eyes on you and you immediately know whose they are. Turning your head, you lock eyes with the brown haired man, taking a swig of his beer.

Your brain repeating the question again, "..Right?"

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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having an affair with dad’s best friend!bucky

full masterlist

Warning: implied smut, age gap, mentions of death, a tiny bit of angst.

Summary: moving to a small town was hell but who would’ve thought that it would bring you heaven?

You recently just moved to the small town from the big city. Being a city girl and having your superficial needs constantly fulfilled, moving to this small town makes you feel isolated and bored constantly. You were used to living in a big house and going to NYC’s best private school due to your parents’ fortune, but because your grandmother was ill, your parents decided that they had to move back home to be closer to your grandma to watch over her.

Your parents held a barbecue party in their backyard and invited some of their old friends. At least the one who still lived in that godforsaken town. You planned to stay in your bedroom the whole time because you couldn’t care less about interacting with your parents’ old mates, but they forced you to join and so you did, and that’s whet you met him.

Your dad introduced you to one of his old mates. They were best mates in high school.

“Hey there, the name’s Bucky.” He smiled flirtatiously.

Holy shit.

You tried to hold your composure but you were internally starstruck. The man was gorgeous.

It turns out that you were neighbours. He lived right next to you and that’s why he and your dad were so close, they practically grew up together.

One time, you were hanging out at the local diner with your new friends and you had to leave since it was nearing your curfew. The diner wasn’t that far from your house so you walked.

Although it caused a lot of whining out of you, having used to being driven to everywhere.

The crisp autumn air made you tuck your hands into your pocket as you walked home.

Then you heard a honking sound as a car pulled up on the road.

“Hey, y/n, right?”

It was Bucky, he had a smile on his face as his window was opened.

He offered you a ride and he was on his way home himself. You were a bit reluctant at first but eventually, you got in.

You had a small talk on the way to home. He spoke about your dad, this town, and asked you about school. He wasn’t shy when dropping a few flirtatious comments though.

“Well, with a face like yours, I’m sure the boys would treat you nicely.”

“You’d know about that, don't you Mr. Barnes?”

“Just call me Bucky, sweetheart.” He winked.

You had to control your breathing so that he wouldn’t notice the way it changed when he did that.

He dropped you right in front of your house and said goodbye. He waited until you were inside to park his car in his garage. You dreamt of him that night, and not exactly an innocent one.

Days turned into months, and every time you saw each other, you got a little bit bolder. You’d sneak around to come over to his place and have a ton of hot and heavy sex.

To say he was good in bed was an understatement. He was a god. He knew how to work your body inside out, how to pleasure you and how to get you off in the precise moment.

One time you were lying in bed, basking in the afterglow of your fourth round that day and you coquettishly asked, “would you fuck me against that window?”

“As much as I’d love to show the whole town that you’re mind, I wouldn’t wanna risk giving your dad a heart attack, princess.”

To compensate it, he fucked you in the bathroom, against a shower glass door that night.

As carnal as your relationship was, you’d often talk about sentimental things too. Such as his past and how his father left when he was only six years old. His mother had to raise him and his little sister, Rebecca on her own. How Winnifred’s death three years ago still affected him to this day. And how he’d text his sister every day who was studying abroad to London to be a photographer.

You would often talk about your relationship too and where it was going. Could you make it? How’d you tell your parents about it? What would happen when you go to college and leave town? The conversations would often stretch for hours and you’d have to tiptoe your way into the house to make sure you don’t wake your parents up.

Even after spending hours with him and living next to each other, you still texted each other goodnight before you went to sleep. You dreamt of him again that night. You always dreamt of him.

You were in your last year of high school and you had been occupied with a lot of things; college applications, SAT, final exams, earning credits, prom, etc. Your mind was all over the place, and on top of that, you began to feel like Bucky was slowly drifting apart.

You didn’t blame him though. Every time Bucky would ask you to come over or when your parents were out of town for business matters, Bucky would ask you if he could come over to your house, you’d often ignore his texts or calls. Or when you do answer, you’d always say you were busy or not today. When you did have time to talk to him, you were already fatigued with homework and studying to get into your dream school.

Nate, who was a popular jock in your school asked you to be his date to prom and it wasn’t like you had a boyfriend you could publicly hold hands to prom with so eventually you had to choose one guy to be your date, and you had already rejected five guys.

Bucky knew about it and he wasn’t too happy with it. He didn’t like the idea of another man, especially one whom he viewed as if he was his understudy, touching you, holding you and dancing with you. You tried to convince him that you were only friends and that he was only going to be your prom date. Nothing more, but he still stormed out in tantrum like a child.

It had been weeks since you last talked to each other and you missed him terribly. Every time you ran into each other before you leave for school and he was leaving for work, you’d wave at him and try to greet him, but he’d always avoid eye contact with you and pretend that you weren't there at all.

You texted him to meet you in this secluded park, one that you and Bucky used to go on dates with. Bucky showed you this place and now it has become a spot of your clandestine meetings. You didn’t know if he was going to show up at all. He didn’t even reply to your text, but you still waited for him and hoped that he’d be there. You refused to believe that you two were completely done. You cared about each other too much for your story to end over juvenile things.

He was fifteen minutes late and you were losing faith. You were ready to head back home when you heard the familiar revving of his engine. He wore a black jacket and a grey shirt with blue faded underneath and he looked so damn good. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that this magnetic force of a man was yours. You were hoping that he was still yours.

“Let’s go for a walk, yeah?”

You started with small talks that turned into a deeper, warmer conversation. There was a lot of unspoken words between the two of you and you wanted nothing more to apologize but what the hell would you be sorry for? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Bucky was the first one to apologize and he admitted that his jealousy was rational and that he had missed you so badly.

You stopped at a small bridge of the park and that’s when the unresolved issue that you both had dreaded came up again.

“We still haven’t figured out how we’re going to maintain a long-distance relationship, have we?” Bucky stopped in the middle of the pathway and leaned against the barrel of the bridge, with his arms crossing in front of his chest and his face contorted into a dejected one.

“That’s actually what I’m here to talk to you about…” You took a deep breath, fearing that what you were about to say would only cause a further clash between the two of you. “What if you just… Leave this town and come with me to New York? You can find a new job and we can leave in my apartment and we can finally live together. Away from my parents, away from this town. We can be whoever we wanna be. We can be together.”

Bucky pondered at what you just said. He never thought about leaving this town. This town was all he knew. His ma raised him and Rebecca in that house and left him with it when she died. But you made him realize that there’s more to life than this small town and that he didn’t have to fear of change as long as he had you. And there was no one else he’d rather be with than you.

His silence stifled you. You took his lack of words as an objection but it was the opposite. He grabbed your face and kissed that nervous frown out of your face. You looked so adorable but he liked it better when you were smiling.

“New York doesn’t sound like the worst idea.”

“Does this mean you will-” You grinned.

“Yes, I’m gonna follow you wherever you go. Everyone’s gotta choose their own path, and you are my path.”

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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The Game

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE,,, TURNITUP

pairing: dadsbestfriend!frank castle x reader

warnings: dads best friend, reader is of age (18+), SMUT. car sex. palming. nude pics. jealous frank. spanking, oral (f receiving), fingering, lil bit of praise kink, PIV, kinda public sex?

summary: you’ve been secretly seeing frank for a while now. the only problem is he’s your dads best friend and he’s lives in the house right across the street. he’s also always at your house and since that leaves room for getting caught, you’re often forced to leave him high and dry. during a get-together that your dad throws for a few neighbours and his other close friends, you make frank jealous and suffer the consequences of this built up frustration.

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You fall against Franks warm, solid chest, whining softly as the last of your orgasm courses through you.

As you shut your eyes for a moment, catching up with your breath, Franks hands rub and caress your hips, sliding up to your waist. You’d told Frank this before, but if you were to only wear one thing for the rest of your life, it would be Franks hands. Now if you were to sit on one thing for the rest of your life-

You place a blissful kiss to his pec before bringing your chin up to rest in the middle of his chest. You smile up at him lovingly, almost a silent ‘thank you’ for the orgasm he just gave you.

Looking up now, you notice how the windows of Franks truck are covered in a sheen of condensation, most definitely from the heavy breathing of you and Frank in contrast to the cold temperature of the outside, “Hey, look.”

Frank looks up at the window and watches as you bring a finger up against the glass, drawing a small love heart.

He huffs and playfully rolls his eyes, laughing a little, “So cheesy it’s painful.”

You cut your eyes at him in playful offence, “You draw something then.” He shifts his body a little to reach the window comfortably and you have to restrain yourself from whimpering, feeling the movement with his cock still inside you. You avert your attention back to his drawing and scoff loudly as he draws a penis, “Wow, it’s like I’m actually fucking someone my age now.”

It’s Franks turn to glare at you now and fake laugh, tickling your side, making you squeal loudly and clench around him- half an accident, but half on purpose by the way it makes him twitch inside you.

Gripping onto the banister of the staircase a little tighter than you normal would have, you step down the stairs softly. Normal steps just worsened the soreness in your pelvis.

As you descend the last step and turn into the entrance way of the living room, you smile to yourself. You never thought you’d be so happy to see the back of someone’s head, but here you are.

Hearing your Dad in the kitchen and knowing your Mom was at her pilates class, with your light steps you snuck up behind Frank, covering his eyes with your small hands.

“Hey Princess,” Frank laughs, removing your hands from his eyes and placing kisses to your fingers.

The action tickles your fingers and you giggle quietly, eyeing the other doorway to the living room just to make sure your Dad isn’t silently standing there in shock at the intimacy of his best friend and daughter.

“Hi Frankie,” You whisper in his ear, kissing the side of his face.

He groans, cheeks turning a light peach as he leans back against your shoulder, “You can’t do that to me,”

You smile innocently, reaching a hand down to softly palm his semi-hard (but definitely hard now) through his pants, “But I like watching you squirm.” He gasps in your hand, but at the sound of your Dads footsteps approaching from the kitchen, you swiftly move a pillow from the other side of the couch and over Franks lap to cover his boner. Just in time, you distance yourself a little from Frank and smile up at your Dad, “Hey Dad,”

“Mornin’ hun,” He smiles, taking a seat in his armchair, “Got any plans today?”

You hum, slowly heading for the kitchen, internally smiling when you feel Franks stare burn through your ass that’s most likely hanging out of your booty shorts, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go shopping.”

“Don’t you have enough clothes?”

You roll your eyes- you know he wasn’t exactly serious, because he said it every time, “I need something for the barbecue.”

The ‘barbecue’ that was coming up was actually just a little get together of some of your Dads closest friends (Frank obviously included) and a few of the neighbours to watch the Super Bowl.

Your Dad had this big projector thing that he would set up in the backyard every year and invite all his friends over-sometimes their sons would join too. As well as their wives, but they didn’t exactly watch the game, they kind of just sipped wine and gossiped with each other and your Mom under the gazebo.

And you, well you just looked pretty for it. Mostly for Frank but every now and then, someone’s son would approach you. Plus, you kinda loved the attention you always got from it. From the wives telling you how much you’d grown and how gorgeous you looked, to their husbands ogling at you behind their beer cans.

It was fun.

Coming back from your little shopping trip with Natasha and Wanda, you’d basically dived into bed and stayed there ever since.

You were pretty successful in your shopping trip, actually managing to buy an entire outfit for the night despite the fact that you barely had any part in it at all.

It was just a comfortable, lounge dress. It wasn’t too revealing, it reach your ankles and it even had sleeves! But it showed a bit of cleavage and was skin tight and boy, did it look good.

But the shopping trip itself was exhausting. There’s a lot of drama going on with Wanda and Nat and their boyfriends (Nat and Steve in particular), plus having to walk in circles around the mall for a good 4 hours was finally kicking in. It never registers in the moment because you’re too caught up in gossiping your heads off, but once it kicks in… God, save you. And! Don’t forget the way your lower half already hurt from last night…

“Dinner’s ready.” Speak of the devil, the familiar voice announces at the door of your bedroom.

It wasn’t unusual for Frank to join you and your family for dinner. He hung out with your Dad a lot, of course, and by the time it reached dinner your Mother would usually just cook for him without even asking. He only lived right across the street anyway, so it wasn’t like he was being completely held against his will.

Plus, more time to spend with you- even if it was just playful, one-off stares across the table.

You basically roll out of bed and shuffle towards Frank. Noticing your slight discomfort, he extends a helpful hand out for you to take- and that at least lifts your mood a little.

Once you take his hand in yours, he pulls you into his chest and keeps you both at bay in your doorway. Moments like these are really the only times that you and Frank can get alone time throughout the day, upstairs, out of sight and earshot from your parents.

You internally gawked over how warm you felt wrapped in his big, strong arms. How badly you wished you could be in this position every minute of every hour of every day… among other positions.

Craning your neck up to him, you pour your lips to request for a few kisses which he gladly offers. As the kisses slowly turn into one, and deepens by Frank sticking his tongue down your throat, his hands also move to slap your ass.

“Ow!” You jolt in his arms, removing yourself from the kiss to look up at him stunned. He just stares down at you with a sly smile and you smack his chest in retaliation before removing yourself out of his grasp completely, “Asshole.”

“Payback.” He just shrugs, following after you down the stairs.

You’re not actually mad at him and he knows that. He knew how much you liked a bit of spanking and how soaked he’d probably gotten you. But hey, that’s what you get for making him hard this morning for a good hour.

“Dad! Franks bullying me!” You protest as you enter the dining area where your parents are getting the table ready for dinner.

Frank enters behind you, innocent as ever as he goes and helps your Mom with the plates.

“Stop annoying him then.” Your Dad just shrugs, familiar with this ‘cheeky’ relationship you had with Frank. That’s what he’d called it. Idiot. You look over at Frank who just proudly smiles and you make a mocking face in return, fortunately enough for you, your Dad sees, pointing a finger, “Case in point.”

You take your usual seat at the side of the table, Frank across from you and your parents at either end. You liked it this way- it was probably the closest seating arrangement that you could get to Frank- unless, of course, he was sitting beside you. The distance would prove to be rather beneficial for you tonight… not so much for Frank however.

You all dig in, the three of them quickly engaging in conversation you didn’t care for. You simply just ate your food, every so often looking up when Frank spoke. You blocked out what he was saying, but you just admired him discreetly.

It isn’t until about the 5th time that you’ve done it that Frank catches you. He knows you do it, can feel your stare burn right through his skin- specifically his nose and hands because that’s where you stare the most. But it’s fun when he catches you because he gets to see how increasingly flustered you’ve become since dinner had started.

When he next feels you stare at him, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly sucks on each digit- cleaning them from nothing really- it’s mostly just for show… for you.

You shift a little in your seat now, your breath hitching in your throat as he makes eye contact on the last digit he sucks. Thank God you hadn’t been eating or drinking in that moment because you for sure would’ve choked.

Luckily, neither of your parents catch on, despite your very clear signs of agitation. Taking a sip of the wine your mother had poured you, you allow the flamboyancy of the wine to settle you.

You know you started this little game, so it was all the more reason to win it.

You wait it out a little at first, hoping to strike when least expected to keep him on edge and to let him enjoy his last moments of thinking he’d one the battle.

You quietly slip off your slippers, your feet now bare and a little cold as they rest against the tiled floor. Nonchalantly, you adjust in your seat so that your legs are closer to Franks.

He eyes you off as you move, smiling softly thinking it’s a result of his previous actions still having an affect on you. You smile back, both to mock him and with genuine anticipation for how he’s going to react to your next trick.

Underneath the table, you lift your foot up and extend your leg so that it settles right in between Franks spread out thighs, right over his crotch. Completely unexpected, Frank lurches at your intrusive foot, his knee coming up and colliding with the underneath of the table.

Both your parents furrow their brows in concern and it takes absolutely everything in you not to smile, “You alright?”

Frank just nods, a fake breathy laugh covering the fault in his voice, reaching down to rub at his thigh in further fake reassurance, “Cramp.”

“Too much working out.” Your Dad cackles, nudging his shoulder before beginning a conversation on work outs.

This forces Frank to include himself in the discussion, even more vulnerable to your teasing because he’s unable to just silence himself as you continue caressing him with your foot.

For the rest of the dinner, you relentlessly continue your teasing. He seemed to like when you’d stroke up the side of his calf, thigh and especially over his crotch. The third time you’d felt over that area, you were actually a little surprised at how hard you’d made him.

You couldn’t the smile on your face, bringing your wine glass to your lips to hide as Frank bore his glare into your eyes. Oh, he was mad.

As dinner wrapped up, you helped your Mom wash up. Frank offered to take over for her, probably to get some much needed alone time with you but your Mother just shooed him out of the kitchen and your Dad had taken him his man cave down in the basement where they’d probably play 2K and drink beer.

You almost felt a little bad, having seen the slight pain in Franks eyes as he was whisked away from you. Your Dad was his best friend, no doubt about it, and going into that man cave and playing video games and drinking beer was like in his top list of things he’d want to do if he had 24 hours to live.

But God, he fucking need to fuck you. Or his hand. Anything! He needed a release. His boner had thankfully disappeared after 30 minutes into playing, but the need for release lingered.

He couldn’t even sneak into your room before he left because your Dad had literally escorted him all the way to his house on the other side of the street.

Not exactly taking defeat yet, he entered his home, headed for his bedroom and pulled out his phone, immediately texting you.

Frank: Come over.

You: mom and dad are still downstairs

Frank: So sneak out.

You: they’ll hear me

Frank: Then just say you’re going to Wanda’s or something

You: im so tired, frankieeeee…

would it help if i sent pics? <3

Frank: Not really but send them anyway.

Okay, now he was taking defeat. Switching his phone from his right hand to his left, he pulled his dick out of from his pants and waited for you to send the pictures.

It was a complete lie that your parents were downstairs. They weren’t. You were tired, that was the truth, but you’d never be too tired to turn down a hook up from Frank. This was all just part of the game you had just won.

You did feel a little bad, having caused Frank a bit of frustration but you hoped the pictures of your bare boobs and pussy were enough to satisfy him until your next hookup. Which you were very much looking forward to, knowing he wasn’t going to let you get away with everything you’d done.

As you descended your steps the next morning, the open window of the foyer allowed you to see your Dad in conversation with a few of the neighbours that would be coming over later tonight for the game.

You made your way into the kitchen to fix yourself up some breakfast, but paused momentarily in the doorway when you saw Franks back turned to you as he sat in one of the high chairs at the island.

Having being woken up from your Mom starting up the car and most likely heading to the grocery store to buy some last minute food for tonight, and having just seen your Dad in the front yard, you keened in excitement at the idea of being alone with Frank once again.

“Ghee, you live here now?” You ask jokingly, making your presence known as you come up beside him and place a few innocent kisses against his jaw. When he completely ignores you, too purposely engrossed on the small TV on the kitchen counter, you furrow your brows, “Frankie,” You’re surprised the use of the little nickname only you got to use didn’t even break him. Pulling out the big guns now, you playfully nip on his ear lobe, tongue darting out a little to kitten lick at his skin as well, “Stop ignoring me.” Nothing. You think to yourself for a second, concluding to just throw in the towel because you hated this silent treatment torture, “Frank, I’m sorry I gave you blue balls.” You at least thought that would do something. But no, he just takes a sip of OJ and continues looking straight ahead at the TV, making you huff in annoyance and leave his side, “Fine. Be like that.”

You head for the fridge and grab out a container of chopped fruits you’d prepared earlier before storming up to your room and angrily eating your ‘breakfast’ there.

Fine. You had happily ended the game last night. But clearly, someone wanted it to continue.

You sighed in exhaustion after exchanging greetings with the final guest for the night. It was only 5 and you were ready to cuddle up in your blankets. But Frank was giving you enough eye candy to stay awake. Even though you guys were ‘fighting’ right now, that didn’t make him any less attractive to you. To be honest, it probably made him hotter. You would’ve been scared had this been an actual argument, but he was just being a bitch about last night. He would get over it eventually- probably later tonight when you make up the excuse to go to Wanda’s and instead just sneak over to his house.

Until that time came, you had Natasha, Steve, Sam and Bucky to keep you company. Apart from Natasha- who’d just come as a plus one for Steve, and also as your best friend, everyone else was here because of their fathers connection to your father.

They came every year so it was never awkward or anything. You’d easily flow into conversation about who was gonna win the game, what they’d all been up to lately, any gossip between our mutual friends. This year, however, you couldn’t help but ogle a little longer at Bucky whenever he spoke. He’d grown his hair out from when you last saw him, it reached his shoulders now and… it looked good. Plus he had it slicked back a little. And you’d be daft to say you didn’t notice his gaze fly to your cleavage every time you’d purposefully squeeze them together or lean over.

Your mother had always encouraged the idea of getting with one of them. She really liked Steve and was actually a little heartbroken when you’d told her he was with Natasha. But that still left Sam and Bucky. You innocently flirted with them each year, mostly for your own person satisfaction, but also to get your mother excited. And, in recent years, rile up Frank.

Usually, despite the game having started, Frank would tear his eyes away from the screen every few minutes to glance over at you. It was even worse if he’d hear you laugh, his head would basically spin off his neck to see the source of your laughter- blood boiling whenever it was one of the boys, who’d be shamelessly starting at your tits as they bounced slightly due to your laughter.

But tonight, you don’t think Frank even looked in the direction of your vicinity. Not even when you’d come downstairs after getting changed into your outfit for tonight. Not when you’d playfully greeted each of your Dads friends with too-friendly hugs and totally unnecessary cheek kisses. And not even now as you whispered in Bucky’s ear.

“Awe, honey, look,” Your Mom grabs the attention of your Father, who follow her line of sight.

“Alright, Barnes!” Your Dad nods over at George, Bucky’s father, “Your boy better not be trouble.” At the last comment, nearly every man- including Frank- had whipped their heads to where your parents were looking. Your hand interlocked with Bucky’s as you lead him inside the house.

Your Dad was never that protective, ‘no boyfriends until you’re 30’, type of Dad. And you were glad. No, your Dad was pretty chilled out with, really, everything that you did. However, that being said, you doubt he would be chill with you fucking his best friend, which is why you kept that part of your life secret.

Frank fulfilled that protective role for you though. Could go as far to say that may be the reason why you’re seeing him in the first place, to satisfy that craving for overprotection that your Dad had never provided you with, but we’ll save that for another day. Frank was sex on legs, he was sweet and he knew his way around a woman’s body and for now, those are the only reasons why you’re sleeping with him.

You and Bucky both laughed sheepishly as you entered the house, having heard the commotion from outside. You however, were a little more giddy- having finally felt Frank’s attention on your for the first time that night… no, that day, considering he had ignored you all morning too.

Oh, how you wished he would’ve seen the lead up to you taking Bucky into your house. How you’d shifted closer and closer to him, rested your head on his shoulder as he told you a story, laughed loudly and wrapped your hand around his arm… you knew Frank heard it from the way he’d uneasily shifted in his seat.

But that wasn’t enough for you.

So, after a few minutes of contemplation, spurred on by Bucky’s lingering hand resting over your thigh and Natasha’s encouraging smirk, you turned and whispered in Bucky’s ear.

“Wanna go some place more quiet?” You whispered, making sure to make your voice as sultry as possible as you flicked your eyes over at the house.

Bucky’s eyes had lit up and his dick probably hardened as he gleefully accepted your offer, taking your hand as you led him towards the house.

George Barnes smiles pridefully as he watches you and his son disappear inside your home, turning to your father, “He’s missing the game for her, I don’t think it gets any more head over heels than that.”

All the Dads laugh, while their wives and your Mom swoon over the possible bloom of a relationship. Frank, on the other hand, had wrapped his hand so hard around the neck of his beer bottle it’s any wonder it didn’t shatter in his grasp.

The game had quickly come to an end and so had your time with Bucky. He was called downstairs by his father as all the men were getting ready to leave after one last final tour of your Dads man cave.

You’d bid your goodbye to Bucky, a sneaky peck on his soft lips that left him blushing like crazy as he descended the stairs, to which caused quite the commotion as his flustered appearance was taken in by his father.

You changed into some more casual clothes now, a baby tee and some sweats as you dolled yourself up a little for the more exciting part of your night.

Just about everyone had left by the time you descended the stairs, the only person left was Frank… who you’d knew was going to stay back and help clean up the aftermath of the gathering.

You found your Mom in the kitchen, wrapping up the leftovers of the charcuterie board she’d prepared. Frank entering just in time to wash his hands from cleaning up all the beer cans.

For the first time that night, Frank had made eye contact with you. His expression was unreadable in that very short moment that he did look at you, but it was something.

“I’m gonna go see Wanda.” You announced to your Mother, but it was mostly intended for Frank. ‘Wanda’s’ was basically code for Frank’s house, “I won’t be long, I’ll be back later.”

You never had to ask to go anywhere- it was usually always just telling them, knowing the answer would always be yes.

So when your Mom grabbed your arm with a smile and pulled you a little closer to her so that Frank wouldn’t hear, you were a little confused.

“Hey, how was Bucky?” She whispers with a wide smile. Your eyes quickly dart over to Frank, who- though he’s got his back turned, stops washing his hands for a second.

“God- Mom-“ With a scoff, you pull yourself out of her grasp, not exactly keen on sharing the ‘details’.

“What? I just wanted to know!” She yells out as you head for the front door.

Hearing the opening of Franks front door had to be music to your ears. You lost track of how long you’d waited for him ever since you left your house.

Using the spare key to his home that he’d given you, you’d made yourself comfortable up in his bedroom while you waited. If he was over at your house, it would usually take no longer than 5-10 minutes before he’d be able to join you, too caught up in conversation with your Dad.

So when it passed that 10 minute mark, you were a little annoyed. Of course, your dad just had to babble on. Pulling out your phone, you texted Frank just to make sure he was still alive in there.

You: waiting <3

Read 11:27pm

He read it almost instantly, and you waited eagerly for a response. But nothing. Not even those three dots.

You: ???

Read 11:27pm

You: fake a yawn, he’ll let you go

Part of you wanted to believe that he was being held there against his will and not purposefully punishing you once and for all. Because if so, it was working.

Read 11:28pm

I mean, what? Was he just going to leave you here all night? He’d have to come hone eventually, right? Unless, unless he’d sleep in the guest bedroom… but why would he do that? Plus, what would his excuse be? He’s too drunk to walk 10 metres to his own house? Actually, that would be something your Dad would coax him into doing.

Fuck.

You weren’t going to take it any further than what you’d already done tonight, but seeing as you had grown increasingly frustrated and knowing this was probably the only thing that was going to get his attention, you did it anyway.

You: r u coming or not? just tell me so i can decide whether i should take bucky up on that offer

Delivered

You cursed him for finally ignoring you once and for all, not even bothering to read your messages anymore.

You sighed against his pillow, groaning to yourself as you realised what you just got yourself into. You really didn’t mean to take it that far with Bucky and you hoped this wasn’t the end of your relationship with Frank.

But apparently not.

You sit up off his bed when you hear him ascend the stairs. Your heart beats slightly faster and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous.

You stand now and make your way to the door of his bedroom, leaning against the doorframe when he comes into view, “God, what took you so long?”

“Did you fuck him?”

Though he scarily towers over you, jaw clenched and fists tightened, you have to contain your arousal at how attractive he is when he’s angry, knowing this probably isn’t the time. You roll your eyes a little, “Frank-“

“Did you?”

“No.” He doesn’t bother to hide his relief and you grin mischievously, stepping a little closer and bringing your hand up to twiddle with the strings of his hoodie, “Did I make someone jealous?”

“Are you gonna date him?” Ignoring your question, he glares down at you.

“I don’t know.” You hum, and you kind of feel bad when you see a small frown grace his face, “Maybe I’ll just keep him around to get Mom and Dad off our scent.” He sighs a little, figuring he can’t argue with that, “Don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

You lean up on your tippy toes and peck a loving kiss to his lips, to which he reluctantly returns. It was so nice to finally feel his lips against yours- it’s been one day too many.

“I don’t trust him.” He sneers, “Why is his hair so long?”

“More for me to grab?”

You can’t contain your smile as you look up at him, your lip coming between your teeth as he grinds his jaw. He steps closer to you now and you almost try to walk backwards before his hands reach behind your thighs, “You’re in a lot of trouble, you know?” He lifts you up to wrap your legs around his waist before laying you down on the bed, “I wouldn’t push it.”

You let out a hearty laugh, pulling him down to connect his lips to yours. Your hands find their way to the sides of his face, pulling him impossibly closer, afraid that he’ll leave you if you let go.

With your legs still loosely wrapped around his hips, you also pull that part of his body closer to yours, his crotch rubbing against your clothed core and you groan into his mouth at the friction.

Leaving your mouth, he sinks to his knees before you, bringing your pants down with him as he sheds you of all the clothing from your bottom half.

You gasp softly with hooded eyes as you watch him admire your bare pussy, spreading your legs further apart to observe every inch of you.

You swallow thickly as he plants soft, teasing kisses to each thigh, getting closer and closer to your core, but retreating every time you think he’s going to dive in.

You know what he’s doing. You know this is part of your punishment. So you let him have his way with you.

You clench around nothing each time he brings his face closer and closer to your hair, almost passing out when he presses a kiss to your folds, right above your clit.

Unable to resist, your hands fly down to his hair, tugging softly on the short strands and massaging the scalp- hoping he’d spare you a little mercy and give you what you so desperately need.

Instead, he just lifts his head to look up at you now, resting it against your thigh as he speaks, “My hair long enough for ya’?”

Remembering what you’d just said about Bucky’s hair length, you roll your eyes, “Shut up. I love your hair.” You fluff your fingers through it to somehow prove your point. You’d experienced many stages of Franks hair growth, but your favourites definitely had to be either the short strands that you could still run your fingers through, the faded sides with shorter hair on top, or the long, fluffy strands he grew out on occasion.

As a reward for your compliment, he lowers his mouth closer to your cunt and laps up the arousal that had since pooled from when he started kissing your thighs. He hums against your clit, the taste of your slick meeting his tongue and you buck your hips up as the vibrations course through you.

Just as you think the teasing was over, he removes himself from your clit, “You think he could eat you better than me?”

You whine at the loss of contact, and at his stupid question, “Frankie, please.”

“Do you?” You quickly realise that he’s not moving a muscle until you give him the answer he’s looking for.

“No,” You practically whimper, “No one could tongue fuck me as good as you.”

Slyly smiling up at you, satisfied with your answer, he presses one last final kiss to your thigh, “Good girl.” You almost started gushing out cum right then and there at the praise, but his tongue fucking into your hole distracted you from doing so.

You throw your head back against the pillows and arch your back as his tongue expertly devours your cunt, switching from fucking your hole to flicking and sucking your clit.

He makes sure to show more love towards your throbbing clit, knowing how quick that got you to cum. As much as he would spend eternity and one day buried in between your thighs, he loved the taste of your cum more. He survived off it.

Kneading the soft flesh of your thighs and ass, he grounds you back to reality, keeping you in place from squirming underneath his hold.

You clench your eyes shut as he unexpectedly eases two fingers into your cunt, his saliva mixed with your juices making it easy for them to insert. You moan loudly as they curl up to reach your g-spot and his tongue continues his assault on your clit.

Feeling the way you clench around his fingers almost instantly, Frank knows you’re close, “Cum on my fingers.” He encourages, thrusting his fingers in and out of you even faster as you whimper loudly, one his favourite sounds, “C’mon, pretty girl,”

With shaking thighs, you attempt to close them in around Franks head as a result of your nearing orgasm, but Franks strong hold keeps you still.

“I’m gonna cum,” You announce in a hush whisper, your moan overtaking you as the coil in your stomach threatens to unfurl, “Oh my God, right there, Frankie,” You clench around his fingers even harder as he fucks them up into you at just the right angle to consistently hit your g-spot, all the while wrapping his mouth around your clit and sucking harshly, simultaneously flicking his tongue around the little bud.

The room instantly blurs as you cum hard. You let out a loud moan that echoes all the way down the hall, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his fingers as they slow down to ease you off your high. He slowly pulls them out now and they’re drenched in your slick before he licks them clean. Eyeing your shining cunt, he dives back in to drink up the rest of your juice that’s leaking out of your pussy, not letting a drop go to waste.

By the time he finally detaches himself from your cunt, you smile blissfully as his chin shines with your cum.

Pulling his face closer to you, you wipe away the excess from his chin, bringing it up to your mouth and having a taste yourself.

Wrapping a hand around his neck, you pull him down to praise the soft lips that had just brought you to orgasm, moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You definitely tongue fuck me better,” You start, nails dragging across the back of his neck as he sucks little kisses to your neck, he grunts in satisfaction, and you smile wickedly, “But I’m not entirely sure if you could fuck me better than he could?”

His head retracts from the crook of your neck, looking down at you with intense hardness. Oh, he’s mad.

“Is that so?” He asks, his jaw ticking when you doe your eyes up at him.

“I mean, you’re just so old- do you even still have it in you?”

His eyes darken instantaneously, a large, secure hand wrapping itself around your waist as his body cages you in beneath him, “Oh, you’re gonna fucking regret that.” He mutters into your ear through gritted teeth and for the first time since you’ve hooked up with Frank- you’re terrified… but you don’t wanna stop.

He flips you around so that you’re laying flat on your stomach and brings a hand down to collide against your ass cheeks in a harsh spank.

You whine into the bed sheets, the skin stinging even as he softly kneads it. You assumed that was the end of it, that he was just testing the waters and showing you what he was capable of but no. It’s only until about 10 spanks later- accompanied with an abundance of filthy words, a mix of degradation and praise, when your ass is now a bright, cherry red and your hands grip the bed sheets so tight it hurts, that he stops.

“Think I still have it in me now?”

Swallowing thickly, you nod weakly, “Yes,” You squeeze your thighs together in hopes to soothe the painfully good ache that inhabits your cunt, “Please fuck me, Frank.”

When you feel him adjust your position, lifting up your hips so that your ass hangs in the air, you sigh gratefully, “Since you asked so nicely,” He massages the sore flesh of your ass once more, spreading your cheeks apart simultaneously and observing the slickness of your pussy.

He can’t help the wicked smile that spreads across his face at the sight of your glistening cunt as a result of his spankings.

Quickly shedding himself free, he lines his cock up with your pussy from behind and begins a rough, hard, and absolutely relentless pace that has you forgetting your name. Bucky’s name long forgotten in that case, which is all Frank could ever ask for.

“Honey, honey-“ Your Dad whispers to your mother as he lingers by the window of their bedroom, just about to draw the curtains closed before a little something caught his eye. As your Mom joins his side, following his gaze over to Frank’s bedroom window, “Filthy fuckin’ Frank.” The pair watch shamelessly as Franks silhouette can be seen through his curtains, along with another that he’s seemingly fucking into oblivion, “No wonder he was itching to get outta here!”

Your Mom just smiles softly, wrapping an arm around your Dad, “Do you think it was someone from the party? I had a few single friends over.”

“He was checking his phone a lot.”

“Awe,” She coos, “I think it’s cute. We’re like matchmakers… He better thank us next time he sees us.”

“All thanks to the game.” Your Dad shakes his head, continuing to observe his best friend fucking whatever lucky woman managed to find her way into his bedroom, “He’s such a doggy kind of guy!”

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taglist: @chemistwy @andrewgarfieldsbae

DHJSSH is writing that last part about the parents weird??? idk i thought it was fun, also,,, don’t come at me but for some reason i always imagine the dad for dbf!frank ti be brock rumlow 🤭 IDK WHY he just has that look

ANYWAY i hope u enjoyed!!! i think this fic is like in my top 3 bc i fucking loved writing it so much.

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Heavy Tipper

Summary// Camgirl sites were nothing new to Bucky, but a familiar face has him tipping heavily and requesting a private chat.

Warnings// maybe angst?, fluff, smut, video call sex, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, Camgirl work, some taunting, roadhead (aka m receiving oral while driving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, kinda face riding?, couple bites, light choking kink (Bucky receiving), light aftercare, fluffy morning sex,

AU// DBF!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Note// this is filth and I’m not gonna say sorry for it. There’s around 4 smut scenes. Oops 😅

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Sure there was a twist of guilt in Bucky’s stomach when he had discovered your live cam show, one he had ignored when he clicked the icon and tipped- heavily.

But, the guilt had surpassed by the time he requested a private chat.

It wasn’t Bucky’s first time on a website like this one. Watching live camgirls to pass the time and relieve some stress was something he did more often than he wanted to admit.

The moment he saw a familiar face in a preview his mouth went dry. Fingers hovering over the mousepad of his laptop as he debated clicking the icon.

A part of him felt guilty watching someone he’d known for three years in such a vulnerable state over the internet. Especially since he was so close with your family that there wasn’t a family gathering he’d missed in that time.

Maybe that was why he kept clicking the tip button until you gave the camera a sweet smile and said goodbye, before he gladly paid the hundred and fifty dollars for a private video call.

The moment you’d accepted the request and saw the broad chest on your screen you knew something looked familiar. The flash of a dark metal left hand and the edge of a patterned throw blanket you recognized as one you’d gifted him on Christmas, making a smile crack across your features.

Bucky Barnes with his head just out of the frame, broad shoulders and thick arms hidden behind a long sleeved shirt.

The same sweet, handsome Bucky who lightly flirted with you every chance he had. The one who the closest you’d ever been to getting a glimpse of what he looked like naked was in his swim shorts in your backyard. Who was now paying to get off with you over a cam site.

He was so caught up in looking over the lingerie set that was different than the live show previously, that he’d forgotten you were there for only him and not a full audience. A soft laugh drawing his attention back. “Gonna let me see, stud?”

His heart plummeted to his stomach when the pet name dripped from your lips like honey. Something he’d heard from you multiple times over the three years he’d been friends with your dad. But- what hurt would it do if you did know it was him?

“Uh- yeah, yeah.” He stumbled over his words, making sure to keep his face out of the frame as he leaned forward to sit his laptop on the coffee table, lifting his hips enough to shove his sweatpants down.

You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your throat when his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, mouth starting to water just at the sight. Tip an angry red and shiny with precum as he cleared his throat, a slight flick of his wrist twisting his hand up so he could run his thumb over his leaking slit. Spreading his precum to let his hand glide easier.

Bucky didn’t know where his usual confidence had went as he listened to the blatant filth you spoke. Everything stuck on his tongue as he watched your hands roam your soft skin. Legs spread wide so he could watch your fingers plunge into your cunt, wishing he could just bury his head between your soft thighs and never move.

“Need you to talk to me- what do you wanna do?” Your seductive tone tore through him, eyes hooded with lust as you looked at your screen. Taking in the way he tugged his cock, thighs tensing when he’d twist his hand just right.

“God, fuck- wanna stuff that mouth, pretty girl.” He grunted out, gritting his teeth to ground himself until you were finished.

A breathy moan sounded through his speakers, your teeth grazing your bottom lip. “Do ya’? Looks so heavy, stud. Don’ know if it’ll fit.”

“It’ll fit- pretty pussy looks so wet bet I could slip right it.” Bucky was almost choking on his words when your head tipped back in a drawn out moan.

Seeing him in a state like this one set your entire being on fire. Bionic left gently tugging his heavy sac as he furiously fisted over himself, your mind wandering of how his large hands would feel against your skin other than the touches that maybe lasted a little too long- but you still wished would last longer.

Or how those thick thighs would feel cushioned under you, his hips thrusting up into you as his long, thick fingers wrapped around your throat. Taking what he needed and more as he took you apart.

“S’close-“ you panted out, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit to pull the coil in your core tight enough to snap. A breathless moan feeding into the mic and through his speakers.

“Look so handsome like this,” you breathed out, riding through the afterglow.

“S-shit- gonna make me fuckin’ come, sweet girl.” Bucky knew how pitiful the whine that pulled from his throat sounded, but he couldn’t help it.

He’d never imagined you’d say anything even bordering vulgar, yet here he was jerking off over a video call with you spilling dirty thoughts from your lips like it was a normal conversation. Talking him through a body tensing orgasm as his release coated his hand and clothed abdomen in thick spurts.

He cursed under his breath as he blinked his eyes open, seeing that you were sitting straighter in front of the camera with a proud smile.

“Hope to see you on here again, handsome.”

Bucky was going to try his hardest not to get too flustered over the belated birthday celebration at your dad’s. Having a beer with him in the kitchen when he heard the from door opened.

“Sorry, I’m late- happy late birthday, stud.” You chirped, gift bag in one hand as your free arm went around his neck for a hug.

“Thanks, sweets.” He chuckled, hand resting on your lower back as you pulled away. “We just ordered food. So, you’re not too late.”

“Perfect timing actually.” Your dad chimed, taking a long drink from his beer.

“This is for you.”

Bucky eyed the bag you held out for him before narrowing his eyes at you. “Thought we agreed on no gifts.”

“Like you can actually expect me not to bring you a birthday gift.”

Bucky’s close proximity was driving you nuts, especially after the night before.

His lingering touches and wandering eyes making your heart race over dinner, his breath fanning your jaw and lips nearly touching the shell of your ear when he leaned in to crack a joke.

As you stood at the sink washing the dishes, you could feel his body heat radiating into your back when he stood behind you. Towering over you as his heavy left hand landed on your waist and he leaned down to talk to you.

“Come out for a smoke with me?” He asked, a suggestive tone hidden in his voice.

“I don’t smoke, you know that.” You laughed lightly, turning to face him as his hand dropped back to his side. A smirk curling the corner of his lips.

“Keep me company.”

Nodding, you followed him towards the back patio. “I know you were the one in my private chat last night, Buck. The arm made it pretty obvious.” You said once you’d slid the patio door shut, Bucky glancing at you through his eyelashes as he lit his cigarette.

“You’re not mad?” He murmured, exhaling the grey smoke.

“Well… you single-handedly paid half of my rent last night, so.” You shrugged, hooking your fingers in his belt loops to tug him closer. Looking up at him with narrowed eyes. “How long have you been watching?”

“Last night was the first time.” He took another long drag from his cigarette, looking at the cherry at the end. “A part of me wants to feel bad, because of your dad. But… I can’t even force myself to. Like- I knew you were gorgeous, but goddamn you’re a fucking goddess.” He huffed out, heat burning your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“I mean… just look at you. So cute and precious, but you’ve got a filthy mouth on you, sweets.” Your stomach flipped at his words, large hands caressing your waist before slipping down to grip your backside. “I just wanna fucking ruin you.”

“Gonna tell me what you’re gonna do to me while we’re on my dad’s patio? During you’re birthday celebration?” You teased, slipping your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt to feel the taut muscles that laid under smooth skin. “Not something that someone would do to their best friend.”

He groaned quietly, leaning down to talk in your ear. “Don’t shame me for wanting to fuck you senseless. I’d make you forget your own name, pretty girl.”

You whimpered, quickly covering it with a light laugh. “Where was all that talk last night, stud? You were wrecked for me and I never even touched you.”

His grip tightened on your ass to pull you closer. “Keep running that mouth I’ll fulfill that promise of stuffing it.” His tone was low and sultry, plucking something deep in your core as arousal pooled in your underwear.

“You’re the one who paid for me to get you off. Bet you make the cutest faces when you come.” You tested, getting a huff in response.

“Let’s see if you can keep that attitude when I’m done.”

You were quick to gather your things and head to the door once Bucky had finished his cigarette. Poking your head in the living room door where you dad was watching the tv. “Buck is giving me a ride home. Saves me money on a cab.”

“Alright, hun. Be safe- drive safe.” He gave Bucky a pointed look as a heavy hand rested on your upper arm.

“Gotta be a responsible driver with such precious cargo.” He joked, pulling the front door open.

“Drive safe, I mean it!” Your dad called as you walked out, getting a thumbs up in response.

Anticipation bubbled in your stomach during the drive as you leaned your forearm on the armrest. Turned to face Bucky as your fingers danced along the seam of his jeans, gradually creeping closer to the hardened bulge until you caressed it through the straining fabric.

Bucky’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when you gave him a light squeeze, chest heaving as he tried to focus on the road. “You’re already rock hard. Bet I could get you off before we even get to your house.”

He let out a dark chuckle, right hand moving from the shifter to prod at his belt and unfasten his pants. “Better get to work then.” He murmured, holding the back of your head as you slipped his erection out of the front of his briefs.

Bucky had to will himself to keep his eyes open when your lips wrapped around him, choking back a groan and gripping your hair as your head bobbed.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but the rewarding sounds that filled the small space made every second worth it. His hips rolling up slightly to push further into your mouth, left hand gripping the steering wheel so tight it would be surprising if there weren’t dents where his fingers were.

Luckily there was a red light when the swirling pressure started to crest higher, Bucky’s hand urging you further down in him until your throat constricted around him and hot spurts of his release flooded your taste buds. A drawn out moan vibrating from his chest as his head rested back against the headrest, riding out the aftershocks with gentle rolls of his hips until you pulled away. Cock still twitching as he grabbed your chin in his hand, smashing his lips to yours.

You traced your fingertips over his softening cock as his tongue slipped into your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself lingering on your tongue.

“Told ya’.” You smiled against his lips, his fingers digging further into your cheeks.

“Sweets, your pretty cunt probably can’t take me. Stop being a brat.”

Once Bucky had finally pulled into his driveway, you could feel a nervous twist in your stomach. Not one that made you want to back out, but one that added to the excitement that had your heart pumping since the talk on your dad’s patio.

“You’re clean right?” You asked as you guided Bucky’s shirt up, backing him to the bed as he slipped it off over his head.

“Of course.” He nodded, discarding his jeans and boxers before a hand pressed to the center of his chest urged him onto the bed. Laying on his back, propped on his elbows as he watched you strip the rest of your clothing off and climb on top of him as gracefully as you could. Sitting on his lower abdomen.

Goosebumps broke out across your skin as his hands caressed your sides, ghosting over your breasts to cradle your jaw in his fingers. Pulling your lips down to his in a sweet, tender kiss. Your hands exploring the expanse of his thick chest, feeling every dip under your fingertips as a shiver rolled down his spine from the delicate touch.

A surprised squeak left your throat when he rolled to hover over you. Soft lips and scratchy facial hair tracing your skin as he kissed his way down your neck and chest, sinking his teeth into the top of your breast until you let out a squeal and tried to squirm away.

“Sorry,” Bucky chuckled, soothing over the fresh mark with his tongue before continuing his path down. Pressing your thighs further apart as your twisted his short hair between your fingers. Heart thumping in your chest as he moved your thighs to rest on his shoulders and teased everywhere besides where you needed him.

“James, don’t tease.” You groaned, trying to buck your hips to meet his mouth before his bionic left arm draped over your stomach to hold them down.

“M’not teasing, just appreciating.” He breathed out, grazing his teeth along your inner thigh until a needy whine poured from your lips and you squeezed his hair.

You swore you were already teetering on the edge, that the moment you felt his warm tongue against your throbbing clit you’d turn to putty in his hands.

And you weren’t completely wrong-

But, Bucky wasn’t stopping at just one. His mouth not lifting from your cunt as you tried to squirm from his hold, aftershocks never seeming to stop the twitches of your body.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to push him away or keep grinding your hips against his sinful mouth. Lust blown eyes locked on the fucked out look on your face as he nuzzled his face closer, gently shaking his head as your fingers pulled his hair to the point of pain that only made his cock twitch against the mattress.

Your thighs squeezing around his head as you screamed out his name, another body writhing orgasm surging through you as you absentmindedly rode his face. The groan that vibrated against your cunt only adding to the shocks of bliss.

“Fuck, Bucky…” you panted, throat scratchy from the countless highs he pulled from you in less than an hour as he finally lifted himself from between your thighs. Lips shiny with your arousal as he gave you a cocky grin.

“Even sweeter than I imagined.” He breathed out, fisting over himself to relieve some of the ache. “Need’a minute?”

You nodded softly, leaning up to latch your lips to the base of his throat. Hand holding the back of his neck as he let out a content sigh when your other went down to trace along the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock.

“Seeing you tug your cock last night was the best thing I’d seen all week, stud.” You teased, the throaty chuckle that sounded from him making you clench around nothing as his hand replaced yours. Swollen head slipping through your folds.

“Still got that attitude.”

You gasped out when he fully seated himself in your oversensitive walls in a fluid thrust, a guttural moan filling your ears as you tried to adjust to the sudden stretch in the brief time he gave before setting a ruthless pace.

“This cunt is heaven-“ he groaned, gripping your waist as he sat up more. Watching how you stretched around him. His pace bordering brutal as you screamed out for him, hands gripping and clawing at whatever smooth, sweat slicked skin they could reach. Supple flesh of your chest bouncing with each punishing snap of his hips.

Your mind was a floating mess, only able to focus on the delectable pleasure that coursed through you from how perfectly he was splitting you open. Your eyes peaking open to watch his blissed out features- jaw slack to let almost pornographic moans fall out and chest slick with sweat as he fucked into you.

The soft clink of his dog tags being drowned out by the salacious sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your cunt. Your shaky hand reaching up to hook your fingers in the chain, tugging him down to you for a sloppy kiss. Swallowing moans and sharing breaths as your hand slipped up to wrap around his neck and apply a little pressure to the sides.

It took Bucky off-guard, but only added to the building pleasure in his abdomen. Managing to move his fingers to your clit as he found the spot in your walls that pulled the most reactions and fucked into it.

Over and over until an orgasm hit him so hard he thought he was going to black out for a moment. Holding himself up on his left forearm as he pushed as deep as he could and spilled into you. Your teeth digging into his bottom lip and nails carving down his back as you rode through your own.

Taking a minute to gather his bearings and blink away the stars in his vision, Bucky slowly pulled away. Heart beating so hard and fast he thought it would pound out of his chest if he moved too fast.

The shocks of bliss were still wracking through you as he slipped from between your thighs. Smooth metal and warm flesh hands caressing over your form as you draped your forearm over your eyes.

“You okay? Need anything?” Bucky silky voice was barely audible over the dull ring in your ears as you shook your head. Relishing in the way he was making over you as you came down from the final mind blanking high.

Gently massaging your thighs as he looked you over, so gorgeous and fucked out. Skin radiant with the post orgasm glow as you laid bare in front of him.

“C’mon, pretty girl. A hot shower will help.” He cooed, carefully helping you up and out of bed. Biting back a chuckle as you stood on wobbly legs.

But even the deep ache in your abdomen didn’t stop your teasing tone. “Knew you looked handsome when you come.”

Your body was still sore as you shifted around in the comfortable bed, the shower from the first round not stopping another two before both of you tapped out from exhaustion.

Bucky’s bare form was pressed in close from behind as you looked over your shoulder. Being met with a kind smile and those enchanting blue eyes as he laid on his side, propped on his elbow.

“Watching me sleep like a creep?” You teased as he grazed his knuckles along your upper arm. Earning a quiet laugh from him.

“Wore me out last night. Don’t think I’ve gone three times in one night in years.” He hummed, pressing his fingertips under your jaw for you to tilt your head back before tilting his head and locking your lips with his for a brief kiss. “Be nice if we could do this again.”

“Maybe we can.” You mumbled, barely shifting your hips to press against his half-hard cock.

“I think I have one more in me- what about you?” He suggested, hand going to grip the outside of your thigh.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Can just slip in how we are right now.” Bucky breathed out, hand slipping up to grope at your chest and erection pressing into your ass.

“What are you waiting for then, lover boy?” You purred, feeling his hand go between you before his tip prodded your already slick folds.

It was more intimate than the night before- hips slowly rolling into you as he grunted quietly in your ear. Gradually urging your front to the mattress until his sturdy frame was waving over your, stomach brushing your back as he started to grind into your ass. Staying buried deep to keep his tip pressed into the sweet spot furthest in your walls until you reached a breathless orgasm.

“Feels s’perfect being inside you. Don’ want anyone else now.” You whined at the slip of words, hand reaching back to grip the supple flesh of his ass as he filled you with his spend again before pulling away. Fingers grazing along your spine and a tender kiss pressed to your shoulder.

“You wanna be mine, sweets?”

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