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winterarmyy · 7 months
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An alternate ending of Thin Walls, Thin Lines.
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Note: Basically the smut content no one asked for our fuckboy!bucky in 《 Thin Walls, Thin Lines 》. So read it first for context! (if you haven't already)
Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)
Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader
Words: 3.7k++
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, lil bit of angst, cunnilingus, finger fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, squirting, cum eating, needy bucky, an absolute filth and i'm sorry for bucky's behaviour in this one, he is just a horny mf on a daily basis also I just want to warn you about the sinful things he might say in this.
P/S: I don't know what to say. I love the fluff ending from the original version, but this... this ending. Even if i feel like it's a messy writing. but pheww. You can just tell why I refused to choose and ended up doing both.
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A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.
But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"
And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.
Would he? Take advantage of her?
Of course not. But will he lie just to tease her? Yes. He would. "Maybe. Only if you let me." He shrugged.
And that made her blooming feature fell into a gloom. As if she was having a chaotic crisis within the pretty little troubled head of hers. Y/N didn't want whatever he was suggesting. She wanted more than a brief fling; more than a casual situationship.   
Because she loved him; truly. It wasn't just a passing passion, or an accidental chemistry.
Seeing the frown on her face and the panic spiralling in her eyes, Bucky chuckled as he knew she was taking his joke way too seriously, "Okay, how about I let you on with a little secret?" He suggested.
It perked her interest that Y/N simply nodded to his offer. Bucky smiled as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of her ears whispering a shocking confession.
She wasn't even high from any medication that Dr. Cho had prescribe to her but she couldn't believe what she heard. Her widen eyes questioned his smug smile hovering over her. Until she sneakily pulled the pillow next to her and threw it to his face.
Y/N kicked the blankets and changed into a sitting position, "Urghh you're such a dick, Bucky! I can't believe that I let you make fun of me!" She said with a biting tone.
"But, I'm not though?" Which only triggered her to smack him more with the pillow she was holding. Soon, the silent room were filled with the sound of her angry groans and Bucky's hearty laughter that cascade into a muffled chuckles.
The moment Y/N let her guard down, Bucky quickly stole the soft weapon from her and reclarified his confession, "I'm serious. I've been in love with you for awhile now." It's not she was blind; she saw no lies in his eyes and there was nothing but truth in the gentle of his voice.
She squinted her eyes into a glare and folded her arms across her chest, "Well, you have a rather funny way of showing it."
Bucky only smile to her snarky remarks, his hand finding hers to pull her closer, "I think I made it clear with the endless flirting that you have been blatantly rejecting, doll." He placed her perfectly on his lap, rubbing his big hands on her small back.
Y/N scoffed, "The only thing that was clear from that was how badly you wanted to get in my pants." Despite her objection, she let him pamper her body with his touch.
Bucky grinned, "And I do. But, only because I love you."
When she caught his gaze, she knew there was something magical about it; she have read so many books and poetry describing the look of his steel blues. A look that she can only dream of and not experience it; and if she was to make it come true, then this would be it.
Bucky moved slightly forward to nudge the tip of his nose on her own, hands intertwining with her shaky ones, silently asking for a permission to kiss her.
If she wasn't too focus on his presence on her skin, she would've noticed how the blood rushing to her cheeks were making her blushed in red. It felt good, it felt right.
Y/N gave her answer by leaning her forehead on his and he didn't waste any time to capture her lips, pressing an innocent kiss against it as his flesh hand gripped on hers while his metal hand find her cheek.
Soon enough the surrounding air heated and Bucky managed to slipped his tongue into her parted lips, his tongue wrapped around hers as her free hand reached back to gather his hair in her grasp. As they were blinded in sight by their closed eyes, they let sensory of their body ravel in each other's touch.
Out of instinct, her hand pulled from his back, then resting it on the prickly surface of his jaw before slightly pushing him away. Bucky took the cue and broke the kiss, "Babydoll." His hot breath blew against her cheek as he lean his lips on it.
Y/N realized what she had done; she let him kiss her, touch her but what does this mean? "I..I.." She hesitated.
"You're okay, y/n. Tell me to stop. Tell me to fuck off. It's okay, you can tell me anything." Bucky coaxed softly as he held her closer.
"I want this. I want you, Bucky. But... how can I trust you?" She really do. But, some part of her still reluctant to his history, "You've been sleeping around with those girls for months. Almost every night." Bucky cringed to his own behaviour. "How do I know it? That I'm not becoming one of them? That I'm not just some fucktoy you're gonna use and toss after?" She didn't care if she sound desperate. She needed him to be true because she know this won't work if he isn't willing to.
Bucky breath caught in the middle, as he knew that even the sweetest words won't satisfy her worry, so he only told the truth, "You have been the only one I wanted, y/n. And I know words aren't enough convice you. So let me show you, baby. Let me make love to you until you see how much I truly love you."
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And he indeed fulfill his promise on that.
Bucky took his time undressing her until she was bare as the day she was born. He took longer time kissing her skin, loving each part of her perfect body and a much more lingering kisses around the bruises from today's mission.
Now that her pretty little cunt was right in front of him, exposed and bare, he wondered if this was all just a dream. Because it felt like it. No matter though; he'd devour her just the same whether she was just a creation of his dreams or his actual reality.
Bucky pressed several kisses on her clit, leaving the wet kissing noises filling the quiet room. He brought his tongue out slowly and started to lick her up; just to have a taste, "So pretty." he purred in between licking her fluids, teasing her. "So perfect." His fingers went to spread her lips apart and she made a strangled noise when she felt his long wet tongue, flattening through her folds, "Fuck." she cursed.
And after the first taste of her, Bucky realized how greedy he was getting especially when delved right back into her. "Bucky..." she whimpered his name as his warm lips wrapped around her clit, lewdly sucking on as if it was a tasty strawberry flavored sweet, just to release her moments after. He chuckled and slurred against her wetness, "Love the way you moan by name, sweetheart. Need to hear more."
His hands had moved from her waist to her hips in effort to pull her closer. If Y/N had anything to speak up in response then it was too late to say out loud because her head was swiftly wiped clean the moment his lips press into her clit again.
Bucky's grip on her thighs were almost harsh, just to keep her legs spread wide open for him to suckle on her clit, flicking his tongue over it deliciously. Looking down, she can only see the dark mess hair bobbing between her legs as he eats out her needy little cunt.
Y/N's mind was cloudy with ecstacy and pleasure crawling through her with each flick of his warm tongue between her folds. When it felt too good, she couldn't help but to catch his soft hair, holding on for her dear life as he devoured her cunt; noisy and messy.
"So fucking good, doll." He grunted into her weeping pussy, low and sensual as he pushed her legs further, allowing himself more access to her sweetness. "You taste so good."
Unbeknownst to her, Bucky was also enjoying every moment of this. Each time he moaned and groaned into her pussy, was the also time he thrusted his own needy cock against the mattress. The tip of was leaking with so much precum that it had left a wet stain behind.
With him getting that desperate, it felt like he was about to bust his nuts at any given time. But he wanted to wait; at least until Y/N gets her first high of the night. When his slick tongue deliciously fucking her pussy, exploring inside her, litters of curses of his name escaped from her lips as she moaned.
His wet tongue explored her insides as they clenched with lust and she choked out of air, not sure of how much longer she could take it because there was no way to deny it, she was about to cum, "Fuck,, Bucky. I'm cumming,,"
Bucky hummed into her when he pulled his tongue out, switching to rubbing on her clit, up and down, all the while was chasing his own orgasm, frantically humping on the bed like a rabid dog in heat.
Y/N gasped when he alternate between to sucking her clit and licking her up. Her back arched, pushing her cunt further into his hungry mouth in hopes to reach her release, "Please, please, don't stop.. need it, Bucky. Oh fuckkk"
Both of his hands; flesh and metal, slide up to grab her hips, helping her to grind on his tongue until her wetness came leaking out into his mouth, right on his tongue. Bucky came right along with her, grunting needily as the pink tip of his cock spurted out ribbons of his cream on in her mattress, marking his territory.
Bucky continued running his tongue up and down her wet slit throughout her orgasm, lapping away at her release that leaked out then gulping it down his throat as he watched her sighs with content.
When he pressed a soft kiss against her puffy, oversenstive clit, she thought it was end of it. But she couldn't be more wrong. The moment Y/N felt his metal finger trailed along her inner thighs, she knew that he wasn't satisfied with just eating her out.
She yelped when Bucky swiftly pulled her down, until her ass slides through the mess he made earlier, "What...?" Y/N herself didn't know what to ask but he knew exactly how to answer, "That's my cum, babydoll." He swiped some of the fluid from the sheets and smeared it on her throbbing cunt, making her instinctively moan.
Bucky smirked, "Eating your pretty pussy made me cum so hard, doll." With hunger in his gaze, he watched how his mess of a cum made her cunt glisten even more, "And because of that you deserve a reward, don't you think?" She whined as she nodded eagerly.
"Yeah, you do. You deserve to get your tight hole fucked by my metal fingers, don't you?" He continued to draw tight circles on her clit while his middle finger glides through her slit until he found her entrance, and pushed it in.
Y/N's head jerked up to the sudden intrusion. It was cold and reached much deeper than any of her fingers before. When Bucky twisted and curled the metal within her walls she cried out of pleasure. It was such new sensation and so fucking good.
A sudden entrance of another finger making her squeal from how sensitive her insides were to his metal fingers. And it made Bucky so full with pride to see her bending her back, her hips quivering, her walls tighten; all for him, "You can take it, sweetheart."
There was no such thing a pause when Bucky finger-fucked her hard; with his flesh hand pawing at her breast. He had his eyes locked on to the way her eyes roll back, panting breaths through those soft lips of hers, while his fingers drilled her tight pussy over and over and over, "That's it, that's fucking it baby. Such a good girl for me." He praised.
Endless moan were filling the room, along with the squelching sound of her wet cunt getting pounded mercilessly. Y/N lifted her hips higher; the feelings of Bucky's fingers inside her was different than her own. The stimulation and pleasure coming from his ways were distinct; like how the tip of his finger hits her unexplored g-spots or how his thumb pressed and twisted on her clit.
Bucky managed to pull the most sinful and desperate noises from her, "I-I’m going to cum,," she whimpered, hands balling into fists on the bed sheets as her hips followed his thrusts. "Yeah? Already, doll?" He taunted as he rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger.
Y/N nodded eagerly in between her moaning mess, before she let out high-pitched, satisfied whimper of his name as endless of fluid squirted out of her overstimulated pussy. "Oh fuck babydoll." He groaned as watched awe at her gushing cunt. "Did you just squirt? Hmm fuckkkkk, you should've done that when I have my mouth on you, baby. Shit."
Bucky scoot back to leaned his face right in between her legs. He darted his tongue out before he licked and suck the remaining fluid leaking out of her, making her squirm and whimper. And the slurping sound coming from him was such a sinful thing to hear, "Taste so good too. Gotta do that again next time, sweetheart. I wanna drink it all." he proposed.
"But now I need to be inside you." Bucky's declaration were cut short as his mouth captured hers in a heated kiss.
Y/N moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue as she kissed him back passionately, her body burning from all the pent-up frustration she had been pushing back for months. Bucky broke the kiss after a few mind-numbing minutes, before his hungry lips roamed around her neck, hands trailing over every part of her exposed skin as her heart rate spikes
"Need you, babydoll." Bucky groaned as he pumped his hard cock with his hand, spreading his dribbling pre-cum around his thick length. She whined as he gripped her legs, spreading them as wide as they'll go before rubbing the head of his cock against her slit.
He leaned again to kiss her one more time before sliding inside, slowly. "Oh god," Y/N moaned as she burned deliciously around him while he spreads her open.
Bucky's hands moved up find the crook in between her waist and hips, settling his veiny hands to the shape of her curves. His hips pounded into her, getting faster and harder with each thrust. As Y/N began to wrap her legs around his waist, he grabbed them and pulling he flused against his hips before he continued drilled his cock into her pussy.
The sensation was a combination of pain and pleasure and she feel as though she's in heaven. "Faster," she cried out.
"Look at you. You're so wet for me, doll. Feels so good around me--" Bucky's voice breaks into a groan as his hips meet hers, "--It's like your pussy was made for me. Gotta let me have you everyday now that you're mine, right sweetheart?"
"Mmmmhnn" she moaned; things took a turn when she clutched around him harder, it was abnormally tight as if it was trying to milk him right there and then. Bucky couldn't help but to groan in pleasure to the new sensation, "F-fuck" he cursed.
It took his less than a minute to figure out the reason why. Bucky smirked sinfully, "You like it when I talk dirty to you?" he slurred. Y/N's eyes were getting teary from all the pleasure she was feeling, from the stuffing feelings in her chest to the sensation of his hard cock thrusting in and out of her cunt.
"i- ahh I-i don't hhmmnn shit i don't know." she tried to deny him.
Bucky stopped his pace, pulled back slowly, "Really?" and slammed it back in hard, "Are you sure, princess?" He almost knocked her out of her breath.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure that my pretty girl loves it when I claim her as mine while I'm fucking her tight little pussy. Does she?" Bucky's kept on slow and hard torturous thrust, it was certainly slow but oh it felt so good; especially when he was doting at Y/N like this.
Was she really a sinner? Because this felt way too good to be in hell.
"Can't speak? Come on, my sweetheart. Speak up, let me hear ya." He demanded. Bucking her hips, wanting for more, "Y-yes, Bucky. I love i-it"
Bucky groan as her walls clenched him so good. Fuck, how many times has he thought of this? Dreamt of this? Probably, countless.
"You know why I keep changing girls, doll?" He sneaks his hands between their bodies and started to rub her clit. Her body shivered to the sensation, shaking her head to the sides as answer. "Yeah,, I bet you have no idea why do you?" He taunted.
Bucky let out a satisfied moan before his thrusts started going back to it's original pace. All whilst his cock pumped into her, gradually growing more fervent, her soaking pussy welcoming him in easily. Her whines mixed with Bucky's as she grabbed on the sheets behind her.
"Because I've been moaning your name in their ears, y/n. Everytime I stroke on my cock in anything, I have you in my mind. And when I cum, I imagine your pussy milking me dry. Just like you're doing now. Fuckkk,, doll, just like that."
Bucky's eyes that was fixated on her fucked out face since awhile ago, traveled down to where they were connected. Looking at how her little pussy shallowed his dick so well make him hornier.
Y/N slightly bounced upwards, his blues eyes tended back to her breasts. He used extra strength to see how her small body shook uncontrollably every time his hips met with hers, and to see those beautiful tits bouncing around.
"Bet you have no clue how much I want fuck my baby in you, doll. Or imagining the way your wedding ring glides on the side of my cock when you stroke me in your hand."
Bucky angled her body again by throwing her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. This new angle made her eyes roll back. "Oh fuckk-- ahhh bucky,," she managed to say between his thrusts. Her entire body shaking from the tension building in her body as Bucky fucks her hard and fast, "I love you, y/n. I love you so. damn. much. I want to live the rest of my life in this cunt." He punctuated his words with hitting her sweet spot each time.
Bucky briefly threw his head back to hold back his orgasm before his hazy gaze landed on her, "Fuck doll, you look so pretty with my cock in you baby, so pretty. And we're so wet now. Hear that? Yeah, that's the sound of your tight little cunt getting wrecked by my cock. You fit me so perfectly. We're perfect." His thoughts were spilling out just as much as his precum leaking inside her.
There were tears in her eyes now, not only her walls but her whole body were stretching under him. It burned and it felt so damn good.
"Need you to cum, baby" Bucky spoke lowly, "I can feel ya, come on doll. Cum for me." He growled while continuing to pound her pussy.
And that would be the final straw for her. "fuck, yes, yes!" her voice hitched as her thighs begin to tremble around him. "...cumming. fuck, bucky i'm cumming." loud and sensual moans falling from her lips without much of an effort. Screaming out his name in pure bliss as her orgasm snapped through her high.
"That's it baby. Squeeze me so good." Bucky coaxed ever-so-tenderly, as her cum leaked around his cock and her pussy continued to milk him; begging and needing to feel his cum inside her.
"Hmm. I'm cumming, doll. Fuck,, oh fucking hell,, you're so good. Making me wanna cum, sweetheart. Where do you want it? Tell me. Where do you want my cum?" Bucky nearly whimpered as he felt his heavy balls were about to combust.
"Inside. Cum inside me," she moaned breathlessly.
Bucky almost growled to her response, "Good. fucking. girl. That's the only choice, baby. I'm gonna cum in you eitherway. Fuck fuck fuck,, I'm cumming shit take it, babydoll take it yeaahhh"
Leaning into her neck in a loud long moan, she felt Bucky's cock ached as he spilled himself inside her. His huge amount cream kept spurting endlessly, so much that it leaked out of her hole. Bucky whined as he continue to roll his hips, unable to stop humping into her stretched out, cum-filled cunt.
As he come down from the high, Bucky tried to pull out but only to be stopped by her circling her legs around him. He chuckled at her needy behaviour; as he found it quite adorable, "Want me to stay, baby?" he whispered softly and got a drunken nod as answer.
Bucky carefully flipped their position without leaving the tightness of her pussy, lying her limping body on his own. "Hmmmm" she hummed sleepily as she snuggled into his chest, eyes heavy with satisfaction.
"Yeah? Need my cock to fill you up for you to sleep well, hmm babydoll?" He cooed as he grind her hips downward, thrusting his cock into her slow and gentle. Y/N whined and mumbled, "Yes, please."
Bucky smiled tenderly, "Okay sweetheart. I'll keep you stuffed as long as you need me to. Now, I need you to go to sleep, okay?" He said, getting simple "okay" from the lady in his arms. Bucky placed a kiss on her head, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as both of them got more and more drowsy as time goes by.
And at the end of this night, it was safe to say that this had been the best and longest sleep they both had since forever.
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A/N: Leave some thoughts behind? The sinful the better 🙈
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Send Nudes
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Pairing || Fuckboy!Bucky x Female!Reader
Summary || Bucky took it literally when you told him to take your nudes himself, so he arrived a few minutes later.
Text messages; Bucky || Reader
Word Count || 1271
Contents & Warnings || Smut, Mild Angst — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (babe, baby, baby girl), taking nudes, oral (female receiving), teasing, sex denial, mention of bodily fluids.
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
AU!Bucky Masterlist
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Your phone pinged with a message, making you put down the laundry you were folding so you could answer, but when you saw who it was, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
From: Don’t even think about it 🍆
You knew you shouldn’t answer. He was honestly not worth it—playing and toying with your feelings like the fuckboy and player he was, but he always gave it to you so fucking good every single time.
He had such a charm about himself that he always managed to ensnare you in his trap with pretty and special words, making you fall all over his dick, then he ghosted you for weeks until he reappeared in your DM’s a while later, and you always succumbed to it.
Hi baby girl 😘
Hey ☺️
Whatcha doin?
Folding laundry wbu?
Just think about you 😈
Yea? Such as?
How fuckin pretty and beautiful u are 🥵 How fuckin crazy u make me 😩
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes once more at his empty words and confessions. It was all a game—a well-thought-of play to get into your panties, and it was sad to admit, but it was working; you always fell for it—a never-ending cycle.
Mhm 😙
Send me a pic of your face? I’ve missed you!
You might as well. You took a quick pic, giving him your most appetising smile and a hint of your cleavage in the low crop top you wore.
Shit babe 🤤 so fuckin gorgeous! Send some more? Send nudes baby please 😩 u drive me crazy 🤪
“Ugh, really?!”
You don’t know why now, of all things, after he requested nudes, a light went on in your head—finally realising that he was not worth it at all and that you would never get anything good out of this toxic “relationship”. It would only bring heartbreak, complications and confusion.
All he did was request and demand without giving anything valuable in return. You were so done with that. Fuck him!
Ugh 🙄 take them yourself 😡 Bye!
You tossed your phone to the side and ignored the remaining messages that pinged one after another.
It didn’t cross your mind that the reply could have a totally different meaning to him than what you had intended…
10 minutes later
There was a loud knock on your front door, followed by the doorbell ringing four times in a row. You groaned in annoyance at whoever was so rude to come to your house like that—so demanding.
You put on some shorts and went to answer whoever it was.
When you opened the door, he was there—panting and heaving as he held up the last message you sent him.
“I’m here, baby girl.”
“Oh, Bucky.” He thought you were being serious in your text.
He just stood there, waiting for you to invite him in so you could get to it. You checked him out as he stood in your opening. You chewed on your bottom lip as you cocked your head to the side, your hip in the other direction.
God, he did look fucking good. You can’t deny that your heart and pussy skipped a beat as you took in his muscular arms in the white Wife Beater. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, making his toned body look more defined. He was so yummy.
Since he was already here, so willing and eager, you may as well toy and play with him since he always played you. You were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Grabbing his collar, you pulled him into your narrow hallway and closed the door behind you. A cocky smirk was plastered on his stupid and pretty face. You bat your eyelashes at him and bite your bottom lip, making him lick his own as you get up in his face.
“You want it, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” he nodded eagerly.
“Well then…”
He watched you with wide and desiring eyes, mouth slightly parted, as you slowly removed your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs as you moved your hips sensually. With your back to one wall, you hoisted one foot on the opposite, exposing your naked pussy to him.
“… get to it.”
“Fucking shit, baby.”
He got down on his knees till he was level with your core, in absolute awe at the sight as he cursed under his breath. You saw his fingers twitching, wanting to touch you, but there could be none of that.
“Only look, no touching.”
He groaned out at your denial, not happy with it, but respected your wishes—loving the game you were playing.
With his phone pointed to your wet core, he took pictures, complimenting you with each snap.
“Such a pretty pussy, baby, my God.”
“So fucking wet for me.”
“You’re so fucking sexy; you know that?”
You combed your fingers through his hair as he snapped your pics—becoming so needy and aroused with each word he uttered. You would make him worship this pussy—it’s what you deserve after how he’s treated you the last few months.
Fisting your fingers in his hair, you moved him closer to your aching core.
“Eat me out, make me feel good. Show me how much your words mean, Bucky.”
He groaned at your lewd words and licked your folds in broad strokes as you’d desired. He moaned as he got your taste on his tongue, the vibrations making you shudder against the wall. He raised his hands, wanting to touch and knead your soft skin, but you swatted them away.
“Nuh-uh, keep your hands down. I only need your mouth.”
He groaned out once more and closed his eyes to concentrate fully on you—sucking and licking the entirety of your pussy.
Your other hand gripped his hair as well, keeping him in place, as you rocked into his assaults on you, closing your eyes in bliss as your orgasm builds.
“Fuck,” your breathing hitched in your throat, “oh, just like that baby,” you mewl in pleasure.
Your head smacked against the surface behind you while your eyes shut tight. You cried out as you came hard on his tongue. Your knees weakened as you convulsed against the wall at the intense orgasm.
“O-oh, baby.”
You pet his hair while he lapped you up, savouring your flavour, moaning at the taste.
“You drive me insane; you know that, baby girl?”
“Mhm.” You had the biggest smirk on your face. You had him exactly where you wanted him, all wrapped around your finger, as you’d been on his so many times before.
He got to his feet, running his hands up your thighs, over your naked hips, and then grabbing your waist, pulling you flush against him.
He leaned in to kiss you, wanting to progress this even further, but you placed your palm on his chest and pushed him away.
“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so, Bucky.”
“What?!” He threw his hands up. “Oh, come on, baby girl, you know I give it to you so fucking good every time.”
He displayed that same cocky smirk on his face as before, leaning in once more to try his luck, but we’re denied again.
“I don’t think so, playboy.”
You pulled up your underwear and shorts before you grabbed his collar and dragged him to the entrance, kicking him out of your house.
“What? Are you serious? Babe, come on.”
“I’m not your, babe. Bye, Bucky.”
As he tried to beg some more, you closed the door on him, chuckling evilly as you walked away.
Now it was your turn to ghost him.
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1) Clingy by @sleepypanda27
2) Drunk Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight      Dirty Jokes      Implied Smut
3) Drunk Bucky Drabble by @pellucid-constellations
4) Drunk Words Are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
5) Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory       Angst       Insecure Reader
6) Guys Night by @teamcap4bucky       Featuring: Avengers       Injuries       Mentions of vomit
7) I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream
8) Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes
9) Sober Thoughts by tropicalcap (Deactivated account)
10) You Know What Rhymes With Drunk? Sex by @seventven         Implied Smut
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Fairy Tale AU
1) The Unseen One by @extremelyblackandwhite       Complete Series       Hades!Bucky
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Fluff
1) Anything to Make You Smile by @takenbypeter
2) Best Boyfriend You Never Had by @language-rxgers       Fake Boyfriend       Complete Series
3) Big Fan by @bubblessunshinehoney      Ongoing Series
4) Happy Little Accidents by @espinosaurusrexex​       Veteran!Bucky
5) The Life by @hesthermay
6) Little Black Dress by @thefallenbibliophilequote       Insecure Reader       Plus Size Reader
7) Tall Drink of Water by @invisibleanonymousmonsters​       Tall Reader
8) You Are Beautiful by @holylulusworld       Ongoing Series       Plus Size Reader
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Fuckboy!Bucky
1) Send Nudes by @bucky-barnes-diaries       Implied Smut       Nudity
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Librarian!Bucky
1) Face Sitting by @bucky-barnes-diaries       Smut
2) Once Upon a Time by @navybrat817
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Mafia AU
1) A deal with Bee by @angrythingstarlight       Fluff
2) Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight       Smut
3) Owned by @jobean12-blog​       Smut
4) Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer       Smut
5) Plot Twist by @winterarmyy       Arranged Marriage       Mini-Series       Smut in later parts
6) Power Play by @late-to-the-party-81       Ongoing Series       Smut       Soft!Dark
7) Promise by @straywords       Smut
8) Trespassing by @sebstan2020      Dark Fic    
9) Your Hands On Me by @slyyywriting
10) Your Love Gets Sweeter Every Day by @povlvr       Series
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Omega!Bucky
1) A Touch Too Far by @angrythingstarlight
2) I Am Sorry Alpha by @bucky-boo-bear
3) Where the Shivers Won’t Find You by @heli0s-writes       Alpha!Reader       Smut
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Series
1) Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight       Fluff       Ongoing Series       Smut
2) Keeping Me Up by @writing-for-marvel      Complete Series
3) You Will be the Death of Me by @fluffysucker       Angst       Completed Series       Ex-husband!Bucky       Fluff       Some Smut
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Smut
1) Beard Burn by @biteofcherry        Featuring: Ari Levinson
2) Fitness Pack - Bucky by @holylulusworld       Personal Trainer!Bucky       Plus Size Reader       Smut in Part 2
3) Lumberjack!Bucky Drabble by @angrythingstarlight
4) Midsummer Night’s Dream by @jamesbuckybarnes1917
5) Overtime by @navybrat817       Featuring Jake Jensen
6) Petals by @biteofcherry       Sex Pollen
7) Pluvious by @buckymorelikefuckme
8) Sleepless Nights by @kikixreverie
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Soft Dark/Stalker!Bucky
1) Follow You Home by @navybrat817
2) Permission by @silver-pieces​
3) Sleeping With a Friend by @rubynationwins​      Plus Size Reader      Somnophilia
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Soulmate AU
1) Heartbeat for a Biker by @definitely-a-nerd
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Winter Soldier
1) Kidnapped by @buckgasms       Dark       Smut
2) Sleepwalking by @lanadelreyscokewhor3       Smut       Soft Dark
3) Welcome Home...Soldat? by @winterarmyy       Light smut
4) Winter Soldier is a Match Maker by @universitypenguin       Dark/Soft Dark?       Smut
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buckrecs · 11 months
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Can i request oneshots about unrequited /onesided love (ending up together or not)? 💗
Unrequited / One sided Love
masterlist | req masterlist
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you aren’t nat by @imyourbratzdoll
bucky agrees to date you because natasha is already taken, how long can he pretend before he snaps?
the cure by @bucky-bucket-barnes
You have an unrequited crush on Bucky that leads to a lot of tension in your friendship.
second choice by @lovelybarnes
Nothing Breaks Like A Heart by @buckybabesonly
You finally confess your feelings to Bucky, hoping he might like you back. He turns you down.
friday (i’m in love) by @barnesafterglow
every day you love bucky. every friday he pretends to love you too
Picking Up The Pieces by @gogolucky13
Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not.
what the fuck did you do by @sunmoonandeddie
Bucky’s been using you to try to make Natasha jealous.
All In My Head by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Your perfect boyfriend Bucky just wants to take you dancing, and his sweeping romantic gesture is almost too good to be true.
Say Something by @sweetheartybarnes
You’re in love with your best friend, with the guy you worked so hard to have a friendship with only to find out he’s been dating someone.
Unreciprocated by @altriestowrite
All You Want, the Stars and the Sun by @bucksangel
“Lie to me.” The request is simple, softly spoken into your hair while his lips press themselves to the top of your head. There’s a long pause as you gather yourself enough to push through the inevitable, heart turning heavier with each silent second that passes. “Please.” And, fuck. The quiver in his voice does nothing to hide the clear pain in his soul, and a small teardrop slides down his cheek as you whisper softly. “I love you, Bucky.”
It’s Not The Same by @abovethesmokestacks
"How come I always end up calling you when I can't fall asleep?"
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kittybeansbarnes · 3 months
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Boy Math
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A/n: based off of this🤣. THANK YOU ALL SM FOR 300 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU ALL. Beta read by @soorwellystan 🥹💕💕
Warnings: cheating, toxic relationships, mentions of abortion, mention of suicide?, angstish?, both are sluts tbh
Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x reader
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Rolling your eyes for what seemed like the millionth fucking time you couldn’t believe the audacity of the man. Well you could but part of you didn’t want to believe you were actually witnessing it. People told you to stay away from James “Bucky” Barnes but it was hard not to notice him when he shone so brightly.
Maybe it’s your fault for believing you can be done with him after a couple fucks but he was too addicting and he was too addicted to you. Granted he still fucked other girls but so did you so you didn’t mind. You thought it was a mutual agreement between the two of you but Bucky is selfish. The second he found out you fucked Thor he was getting drunk and fucking the first girl he bumped into at the frat.
Bucky Barnes is a manipulative, toxic, sexy, selfish, bitch. That’s why you’re not falling for his bullshit right now. The crocodile tears he’s shedding while on his knees in front of you only making you want to jump off the balcony just to stop hearing the lame excuses pouring from his mouth.
“Please baby I’m sorry ok? I’m so so fucking sorry”
You roll your eyes once more and get up to stand in front of him.
“Get the fuck off your knees James. You look like a fucking idiot”
His red blotchy face looking up at you in shock at the rudeness of your words. Getting back up to his feet he cups your face with his hands.
“Please baby I promise it was a mistake. I love you”
That just makes you push him away and let out a humorous laugh.
“You’re fucking kidding me right? Seriously Bucky just get the fuck out”
“Baby please I-“
You cut him off to say “if you loved me then you wouldn’t have gotten another girl pregnant Bucky. You don’t fucking love me so I don’t know why you’re here spewing all these fake fucking lies and bullshit. Like dude what the fuck. I'm not even mad that you got someone else pregnant. I’m mad that you won’t leave me alone and go be with your fucking baby mom”
He looks down at his feet “she said she doesn’t want me there. She’s gonna abort the baby”
You nod silently “yeah I wouldn’t want to have a baby with you the way you are either”
He looks genuinely hurt at that and whines “don’t say that baby. Please not you I love-“
“Oh my god Bucky don’t say you love me. Why do you keep saying that?”
“Just because I cheated and got someone else pregnant doesn't mean I don't wanna be with you, I still do. everything's just messed up right now”
His words make you pause. Is he being serious?
“Get the fuck out. Oh my god get the fuck out right now.”
“Baby no-“
“James Buchanan Barnes if you don’t get out of my apartment right now I’m going to call your fucking mom and dad and let them know what the fuck you did. I don’t want to see your face until this is all sorted out”
He starts walking towards the door looking back at you
“But I can come back once it’s done right?”
You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose breathing out a deep breath.
“Maybe I don’t know Bucky. Get fucking tested for stds and maybe I’ll considered it”
He gives you a wobbly grin “I knew you loved me baby.” He rushes to you and gives you a kiss on the lips
You smile at him “I don’t love you Barnes. I love your dick”
He laughs “I’ll take it”
Yeah Bucky is toxic asf but so are you.
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smuttyfantasyrecs · 10 months
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Bucky Barnes pt.2
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*original Bucky Barnes post can be found here*
🦋 sinners and saints 🦋
@nastybuckybarnes
🦋 play pretend 🦋
@kinanabinks
🦋 call of the wild 🦋
@syven-siren
🦋 it's the shirt 🦋
@buckyownsmylife
🦋 what's it like 🦋
@duuhrayliegh
🦋 bikini 🦋 cane corso 🦋 ask nicely 🦋 girlfriend 🦋 code word 🦋 chicken 🦋 pornstar!bucky 🦋 fbro 🦋 main masterlist 🦋
@bucksfucks
🦋 what are friends for 🦋
@bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
🦋 face sitting 🦋
@psychedelic-ink
🦋 take it 🦋
@buckmepapi
🦋 my number is 0 🦋
@jaaneymann
🦋 gentle 🦋
@vibraniumcollar
🦋 teasing 🦋
@sluttystucky
🦋 pushing your luck 🦋
@lilacletter
🦋 the arm 🦋
@stargirlfics
🦋 accidental pictures 🦋
@alisonsfics
🦋 five 🦋
@killatravtramp
🦋 two doors down 🦋
@queerpumpkinnn
🦋 marry me? nah. marry me? yeah. 🦋
@antiquarianfics
🦋 drunkenly in love 🦋 look don't touch 🦋
@kurogxrix
🦋 a fragile mind or a fragile heart 🦋
@lvrdrafts
🦋 masterlist 🦋
@winterarmyy
🦋 oral 🦋
@itiswormtimebaby
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vanillanaps · 2 years
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Puppeteer Heart | Bucky Barnes - Part One
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Summary - You gave yourself one rule in college—don’t fall in love with a frat boy and well…
A/n - This is the first thing I’ve written in a while and actually finished it lmaoo if it’s shitty I’m sorry. This will always be part one out of at least four or five so bare with me!
Category - FratBoy!Bucky x Fem!Reader
Warnings - canon banter between Sam and Bucky, shitty writing, fluff, sexual tension if you squint, Bucky doesn’t have his metal arm in this but does have the scarring, tony stark
Word Count - 1.8k
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A heavy pounding shot through your head as you began to wake from your sleep. A soft groan leaving your lips as the memories from last night slowly began to resurface. Your roommates, Wanda and Natasha, convinced you to come out to a frat party with them. The three of you had been in school for at least five months and you hadn’t gone out to any parties with them and they so desperately wanted you to come. Though that particular night didn’t take much convincing. Finals for that semester were done and over with so you decided going to a party would’ve been a nice celebration. And nice it was, but now you were truly regretting it as you woke up in tremendous pain.
“You know it’s usually me making those noises.” A raspy voice said from beside you.
Slowly, you peeked your eyes open and was met with your worst nightmare. The voice belonged to the one and only, James Bucky Barnes. Thee frat boy of your college campus. Every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to date him, yet here you were, lying in his bed. If this was any other time, you’d shoot out his bed and make a b-line for the door, but the killer headache wouldn’t allow you to even if you wanted, “God, my head.” You covered your eyes, ignoring his initial statement, “What the hell did you guys put in that punch.”
The bed shuffled from beside you then lifted, letting you know that he had removed himself from the bed. “That’s a secret we’ll never tell.” he spoke, snorting at his own joke. You heard a couple cabinets open and close as well as the faucet from his bathroom running before you felt the bed dip once more, “Here.”
You braced yourself as you sat up slowly, leaning back against the headboard, forcing your eyes open as you accepted the two tylenol pills and a glass of water from him, “Thanks.”
Bucky nodded as he watched you take both pills before smirking, “You’re oddly calm after waking up in a stranger's bed after getting wasted last night.”
Passing the glass back to him, he leaned over and put it on the nightstand as you rested your head against the wooden frame, “You’re hardly a stranger, Bucky. We’ve been going to school together since we were kids.”
He chuckled, “True, but we were never friends.”
“Well for one, you were an asshole and I’m not friends with assholes.”
“Nat is the biggest asshole and she’s your best friend.”
“Nat’s an asshole with a purpose, you were an asshole for no reason.”
He sat quietly for a moment, letting your words sink in before he nodded in agreement, “Okay, that’s fair. I’ve grown up though.”
You hummed, not really sure if you believe it but as he said, the two of you were never friends, still aren’t so you didn’t have a right to judge him anymore. For the first time that morning, you actually glanced down at yourself, thankful that you still had your own clothes on, “Did I do anything embarrassing last night?”
“Like take your top off and dance on top of our counters?” Bucky said as your eyes widened. You almost believed him before he let out a deep laugh, “I’m joking.”
“See! Asshole!” You smacked his arm, letting your heart pull itself out of your stomach.
“You drank a little too much, danced a little and then i found you asleep in one of our bathrooms so I brought you in here.” He stated with a shrug, “And no, we didn’t do anything. I would never.”
For some reason, him saying that made you sad. Not because you weren’t thankful that he or anyone else had taken advantage of you, but it made it seem like someone had once before accused him of it, “I wasn’t going to ask that, but thank you.”
Bucky nodded, clearing his throat as he stood up from the spot on his bed, “Nat’s been calling you all morning by the way.”
“What?!” You shot up, scanning the room for your phone, spotting it on the nightstand and dove for it. You had 5 missed calls from Wanda and over 10 from Natasha, along with a few voicemails, “Shit.” Clicking on the most recent one, letting it play on speaker.
I swear to fucking god, Y/N, you better be dead. IT’S TEN A.M. ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN PHONE!
“I have to go!” You shot up out of bed, deeply regretting it as another ache shot through your head.
Bucky smirked, “What is she, your mom?”
“She might as well be.” You mumbled as you went around Bucky’s room, gathering your shoes, jacket and purse. You stopped in your tracks as you came face to face with Bucky, well actually face to chest. He was in the middle of changing his shirt when you saw it. The deep scarring that was an angry red around his left shoulder that looked like it wrapped around to his back. He had a bad motorcycle accident in highschool that almost cost him his life and arm that left him with nothing but a whole lot of trauma. He had disappeared from highschool for the last year and had only seen him again during your college orientation.
But his scarring didn’t take away from the fact that the man was built like a greek god. He was a 3-Sport athlete and had the body to prove it. The six pack was surrounded by large pecs and built biceps all complimented by his tanned skin. There was no denying that Bucky Barnes was sex on legs.
“Like what you see?” He smirked, slowly approaching you.
And just as quickly as the lust came in, it went out the window, “As if.”
He chuckled, finally pulling the new shirt over him, “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”
You nodded, slipping on your shoes then jacket and followed him out of the room. Your stomach started turning at the thought of anyone seeing you leave a guys room. Especially Bucky’s room. You’d never hear the end of it from anyone ever again, “Is there anyone down here?”
Bucky shrugged as he led you down the stairs, “I don’t think so.”
Just when the two of you reached the bottom of the steps and turned the corner, there stood the entirety of Bucky’s frat brothers, Steve, Sam, Tony and Thor, at the front door moving trash out of the house. The four other largely built men stopped in their tracks and turned towards you.
“Mornin’ Buck–and Y/n?” Steve said questionably.
You internally groaned. You weren’t planning on telling Nat’s whose bed you actually spent the night in, but now that her boyfriend knows, he’d definitely tell her by the time you’d get back to your door, “Hey Steve.”
“Um, Nat and Wanda have been looking for you. Didn’t know you were here though.”
“Yeah and with Bucky of all people.” Sam jumped in.
“What? Mad she didn’t sleep in your bed?” Bucky shot back at Sam before placing his hand on your lower back and ushering you past the men and towards the door. “Do you need a ride?”
“No, I can walk.” You stated, rather offendly at his previous, “What you said to Sam wasn’t necessary and it was rude.”
“I didn’t mean it that way!” He called out as you continued to walk without even giving him another glance, “Fuck.”
He glared at Sam as he re-entered the home, who was wearing a smug look on his face as he clearly heard what happened, “Awe, did poor Buck-a-roo get rejected?”
“Shut up, she didn’t reject me. I don’t get rejected.” Bucky rolled his eyes, making his way into the kitchen where the other guys stood.
Tony hummed with a mischievous look in his eyes, “Oh, really?
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“Bucky fucking Barnes?! What happened to your no frat boys rule?!” Nat yelled as she followed you around through your campus apartment.
“Jesus Nat, I didn’t actually sleep with him! He found me asleep in their bathrooms and moved me to his bed, that’s it!” You loved Nat, you truly did. You were thankful that you even had a friend in your life that cared as much about you as she did, but god did she take the mom role in the friend group too seriously sometimes, “I am fine Nat. Nothing happened.”
“I know, I know. I just feel bad. You didn’t come home last night and I didn’t look good enough for you and then when I woke up this morning, you still weren’t here.” She sighed, “That asshole could’ve at least told someone.
“You were probably just as drunk as I was, it’s fine.” You smiled softly at her, “Now bring it in.”
Her mood immediately changed, “No, uh-uh.”
“Yes! It’s not fair that only Steve gets your love!”
She smirked, “Well Steve is the only one giving me five-star d–”
Shaking your head, you put down your arms in defeat, “Please do not ruin my image of innocent Steve Rogers.” Nat laughed with a shrug as she finally left you alone to shower. A nice long shower that ridded the rest of your headache and scrubbed whatever leftover sins that had transferred to you from laying in Bucky’s bed.
Your mind drifted back to this morning. The way that Bucky spoke softly with you and joked with you in a way that you had never experienced before with any man. You were especially shocked that such softness would come from the Frat boy that was known to mess around with girls and never look back at them again. What made you different? What made you stand out? Or did you just let the stereotypes of frats cloud your judgment on the type of guy he was. Steve Rogers was one of the nicest guys you had ever met. He’s in a frat and has been friends with Bucky since forever. What if he wasn’t the big asshole you thought he was?
Pushing the thoughts away, you finished your shower and got out. Planning on what to wear today and what last minute plans you could come up with to spend time with your roommates before everyone went home for break.
“Hey Nat, where’s Wanda?” You called out, picking up your phone as you noticed a message from an unknown number.
“She went to brunch with Vision after she found out you were with Bucky.”
“Figures.” You mumbled to yourself with a smile. Wanda and Vision had been attached at the hip since they met during freshman year of college. They were cute and in love. Tapping around on your screen, you open the message thread with the unknown number.
212-555-xxxx
Since I lent you my bed last night, I think it’s only fair you thank me with lunch. Meet me in the cafe at 1?
You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. Lunch wouldn’t hurt…right?
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halloween party with fuckboy!bucky
what's your favorite scary moodboard?
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treatbuckywkisses · 1 year
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—fuckboy!bucky —requested by @traitorjoelite
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winterarmyy · 7 months
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Thin Walls, Thin Lines
What will happen if a fuckboy falls in love with a hopeless romantic?
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Summary: Modern society surely had corrupted the mind of the hundred-something year old man, Bucky Barnes, when he seemed to have forgotten the art of courting a lady. Lost in lust and pleasure, he had been indulging with endless array of different girls on his bed almost every night. And the opposite side of that thin walls of his room, lives a hopeless romantic who he was madly in love with.
Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)
Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader
Words: 4.9k++
Warnings: avenger au, explicit language/contents, angst, lil bit of drama, fluff, please bare with the fuckery of bucky barnes, reader is sensitive yet quite fiesty too. i can't backup steve on this one, he is on his own.
A/N: As you can see from the navigation bar, we have two different endings for this fic, because I am greedy and indecisive. The original version ended with fluff and the deleted scene (alternate ending) ended with absolute filth of a smut. So... enjoy! 💕
P/S: And this is also my submission for @jessybarnes 's writing challenge. I have chosen "Kiss me again" from the prompt list and I hope you like the way I used it in this fic!
Read my other works here: Masterlist
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Y/N has always been a hopeless romantic. She dreams of a love like the ones she read in books. She craved someone who loves her so deeply that she could never find peace in anyone else but him. She wanted all the love songs and poetry to be reminders of him; his beauty, his charms.
Fresh flowers, stargazing, coffee dates, kisses that tastes of cotton candy, warm cuddles, and every little things in between; she longed for it all. She dreams of a love that is so consuming until all that's left in that small bubble of infatuation is their entangled soul mending each other to the bone.
That's what makes her a hopeless romantic.
And very much the opposite of her was Bucky. He is an infuriating flirt. There's not a day goes by that he doesn't call her with sickeningly sweet nicknames; doll, gorgeous, princess, darling, you name it. He will definitely drop some suggestive lines at any given chance and most of the time when she least expected.
He can charm anyone just by his presence, and if you're lucky enough to get one of his infamous smile; then you best believe that you won't be going home alone that night, or able to walk proper the next morning. He is the typical playboy you know and hate; very often she'll see different girl in his arms or on his bed. And that man seemed to not know when to stop. Sometimes, she do wonder if he ever got tired of sex. Because she knows for certain that he can go on and on for hours, daily.
"Fuck,, that's it. Spread your legs for me. Yeah, 'atta girl."
Speaking of the devil.
This has been recurring for months now. It seems like the man never sleep because his voice would always wake her up. She couldn't decide what was worse; between being forced to hear the sounds of the skin slapping, the bed creaking, him groaning and her squealing or being a super light sleeper that even a whisper in her room would jolt her awake.
Y/N let out an annoyed grunt when she swoop her head under the pillow, hoping to silenced the noises even just a little bit. Surprise; it didn't help at all. Her body cringed and her face contorted into a squint when she hear the other woman announcing her release as the headboard hits the wall a little harder, a little faster.
Bucky Barnes sure is a fuckboy but unfortunately for her, he is also the man she fell in love with.
She refused to show it, but lord knows how much her heart simply swell to the sight of his smile. Despite the flirtatious tendencies of his, there was something about him that attracted her like a magnet; or like a moth to a flame.
Maybe it was his old soul, or maybe because she saw glimpses of timeless charm in him; the way he moves, the way he gazes, and the way treated her. Nevertheless, it was such a devastating thing for someone like her to fall for someone like him.
The last thing she wanted in a man, is to look at her like she was just a good fuck and nothing more. She just couldn't imagine herself to be tied with someone like that. And Bucky was exactly that someone.
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Y/N haven't been able to get more than 2 hours of sleep for months now. The lack of it had caused her to drastically lose physical strength and lately fatigue has been a constant presence as well.
So she decided to go the medbay to consult Dr. Cho about it. After running some tests, she sat her down for some Camomile tea as she went through the results, "It seemed like the severe lack of sleep had took a really heavy toll on you."
Y/N sighed as she place the tea cup on the back on the table, "Yes, I am well aware of that. That is precisely why I am here."
"Nightmares?" Dr. Cho speculated.
If the definition of nightmare is 'the moans of the man, that she had a crush on, fucking someone else next door' then, yes. She was having long and nearly endless nightmares for months now.
"Something like that." She lied.
"Then, I have some medication that I can prescribe to you. You should take it daily after dinner and..." Before Dr. Cho managed to finish her instructions, Y/N quickly asked, "Is it possible to fix me without meds?"
Dr. Cho frowned curiously, "Why wouldn't take meds? That's the quickest way to help for your situation, as far as I know." she asked.
This was not her first rodeo; she had troubles sleeping back when she was merely teenager. And the last time tried using meds, she ended up almost overdosed herself from it, "It's just... I prefer not to." she evaded.
Dr. Cho nodded understandingly before clarifying the current situation, "Well then, I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do for you. Though some research suggested that meditation routine before sleep can help. Or putting up some natural ambience like the sound of rain or waves--"
Y/N wasn't really listening after the first sentence. Because all she could thought of was how much longer she can bare with this and what will it take for her to finally snap.
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Y/N was dying. At least it felt like it.
With her deprivation of sleep and the intense combat training she had to go through today, her patience was reaching it's limit. After visiting the medbay 2 weeks ago, she had tried to approach Bucky about it but he always took it lightly.
There was series of insincere apology followed by a cheeky promise to 'keep the tone down' for her. But nothing changed. She asked him again and again; days gone by he didn't live up to the end of his bargain.
For those past week, Y/N had resorted to sleep in the living room for most of the nights. How she dreaded to leave her comfy bed but she could no longer tolerate the sounds coming from the other side on the wall. Though she still jolted awake from time to time due to how uncomfortable it was sleeping on a couch, but at least she got more than 2 hours of sleep if she was to compare to the nights she slept in her own room.
It's not she didn't notice it at all; she knew exactly how and why it happened. The habit of microsleeping that she developed during the course of this training. The slowed reaction time, the lack of energy, she can feel it. But, there was nothing she can do about it.
The only cure for this was to get some rest. A proper rest. And that can't happened, not without Bucky's cooperation.
When Y/N was marching towards the sargent who was sitting way across the gym; she could see how his eyes undress every piece of her clothing, how his tongue rolled out and his teeth sunk into his lips.
She wasn't even wearing anything remotely provocative but here he was lusting over the way her hips sway especially when he was the one she's walking towards.
The moment she stood in front of him, his mouth lifted into a smirk, "Yes, princess. How may I be of your service?" His voice was sultry and the way he towers over made her slightly nervous for no reason.
Her heart fluttered, yet her lips refused to form a smile, "Don't call me princess."
"I apologize, my queen." Bucky gave her a cheeky smile.
Y/N didn't want to drag this any longer than she should, so she quicky jump into it and said, "So you know how I’m like-"
"-absolutely embarrassingly in love with me? Yes, I'm familiar go on." Bucky cuts in. If panic ever rose in her chest, then she was doing an incredible job of hiding it, "Can you just shut up for a second and take me seriously?"
His eyes glint with flirtaous mischief when he replied, "Doll, you know the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."
Y/N simply sighed before she began to rant, "I really don't have the mood for this banter with you, Barnes. I just want you tone down your nightly routine. It is because of you I've been having trouble sleeping and--"
He quickly stopped her before she nags even more than she already did, "Okay, okay I get it. We've been through this, doll." Bucky's face lit up when he suggested, "How about I help you sleep, hmm? I may know a thing or two about tiring someone out." There was surely something unholy in those steel blue eyes of his.
And Y/N picked it up rather quick, but considering the amount of times he had insinuate something more than just a friendly banter, then of course she knew exactly what he was suggesting, so she simply replied, "No offense, Barnes. But, I don't do one night stand or no strings attached thing. And with a manwhore like you? No, thank you." sassy was her answer.
Bucky's head tilted back as he laughed, then when he spoke his voice was like a devil luring an angel to sin, "Oh babydoll, if I were to be a whore, it'll only be for you." He stepped closer so that only she can hear his confession.
His masculine scent hits her nose, mixture of the citrus cologne and his natural odour was just perfect. Annoyingly alluring; but perfect. And it took all her will to hold it together and blatantly rejects him, "Still not interested."
Bucky groaned in protest, "Come on, princess. You can't keep dreaming for some prince charming to court you, do you? You know that's probably never going to happen right?"
Surely he meant only to tease her; that it was less likely that an actual prince to romance her. Not that she did not deserve the world; she does. And Bucky was more than will to burn it to the ground if that's what she wanted.
But, Y/N didn't see it that way. She thought that Bucky meant that she is not worthy enough for a decent man to court her with respect and chilvary; that she was just a toy fit for fucking and nothing more. And the fact that her "insomia" had affected her usually high patience and reduced it to almost paper thin, it was only fair for her to finally snap.
She can tolerate his endless flirtation but she can't simple turn a blind eye for his insult.
Bucky was caught by surprise why Y/N harshly grabbed him by the collar, pushing him back and nearly stumbled; her eyes was pure fire when she growled, "Don't you dare mock the way I value relationship, Barnes." Her nose flared with anger and the commotion has attracted some prying eyes towards the two.
"Just because you enjoy fucking anything that breathes, that doesn't mean that everyone else does." She seethed, "The only cock that will be wrecking my pussy would belong to someone I love and if you have a problem with that, you can fuck right off." She forcefully pushed him until his ass landed on the bench behind him.
Her feet stomped all throughout her exit out of the gym, leaving Bucky in a blinking confusion.
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He knew it was wrong.
It felt good. It felt right.
But, it was so fucking wrong.
To keep moaning Y/N's name when he railed those strangers to heaven; when he came so hard into the thin layer of condom. And it was always a soft and slow type of whimper, right in those girls' ears. So intimate, so careful not to let his secret out; knowing how thin the walls between him and the love of his life.
But, he certainly didn't care about the girl he was fucking. If it wasn't for his heavy body pinning her from behind, she would've elbowed him right in the guts for moaning another woman's name. Unfortunately for him, she quickly ditched and see herself out after the first round.
Now, he laid there; naked and bare. Thinking of how he simply couldn't help it. How could he not think of Y/N all the times? Not when he was deeply, helplessly in love with her. But, he knew she wouldn't bat an eye at him now that he had the reputation of a "fuckboy", as the young ones describes it. She especially made it clear today at the gym. She's never going to give him a chance now.
Not when she's a hopeless romantic. And the fact that he too was once the same was just aggravating to him. He was such a gentleman decades ago; before Hydra, before the war, when he was but a young man living Brooklyn.
His Ma had really shaped him into the perfect gentleman; every parents in the neighbourhood wanted him as their son-in-law. They claimed he would make the perfect husband for their daughters. But, things are different now. And he knew that the man he was before was long forgotten.
It was just curiosity at first; about how sex works in the 21st century. However, Bucky quickly fall into the promises of lust and pleasure; changing girls like changing clothes. He let himself dosed in ecstasy, as if it was a drug to silenced the dark and haunting memories of his past, like it was a quick escape from reality, from the Winter Soldier.
Then, Y/N happened.
Bucky never saw it coming; but, he fell. Hard.
They were colleague for years and had been a good friend he can rely on besides Steve. She was so sweet and pretty. Probably the most gorgeous woman he ever laid his eyes on, in the hundred something year old life of his. Most importantly, she was kind and patient and strong and fierce yet so unforgivingly selfless. 
But that didn't matter now, does it? Especially when she despise him. And it was all because of the unholy title he held.
At first Bucky didn't notice it, but now that he stepped closer into the living room, he heard it again. The rustling fabric, the quiet whimper coming from the sofa. His steps were as careful as a wolf on a hunt, stalking a hiding prey in between the trees.
If Bucky were to guess what he would find on a late night trip to the kitchen, he would've probably said 'ice cream' and not 'Y/N sleeping in the living room'. His eyes briefly raked her sleeping figure, curling uncomfortably into the pastel purple blanket. Then at the scattered pillows on the floor around her.
Why was she sleeping in the living room?
Another whine passed her lips and his attention was locked on her frowning face; it seemed like she was having a bad dream. Bucky carefully crouch next to her, and ravel in her beauty. Such delicate features, long lashes, pretty freckles across her nose, and those soft looking lips; he would kill just to taste her them, to sink his teeth in between them.
It worried him though; to see her sleeping here. She was clearly uncomfortable, it was a mystery that she managed to even fall asleep in the first place. Bucky suspected she simply passed out due to today's training. It was particularly hard, even for him. Let alone a normal human being like Y/N.
Not to mention the fight that they had.
Then, it clicked. The complains about how she had trouble sleeping. It wasn't just to make fun of him or tease him in any way. It was a plead. She needed to be heard and he completely blew her off with jest and jokes.
"Was it because of... me?" Bucky thought to himself. It all made sense now, "Shit." A curse rang in his mind when he bit the insides of his cheek. He was mad at himself. How could he be so insensitive? And he claimed to love her? Please. What an absolute piece of shit he was.
When Y/N began to toss and turn, her blanket fell from her body. Even in her sleep, the cold managed to catch her. She instinctively curled towards herself, seeking warmth but was no avail.
She look so small and Bucky felt a surge of need to cuddle her close, keeping her safe, keeping her warm in his arms. But if he does that, he'd probably get kicked in the nuts. So instead, he picked up the fallen blanket lay it back across her whole body; carefully not to disturb her sleep.
Bucky smiled softly when she snuggled into the fabric and before he walked away, he swore to stop this corrupting habit of his and apologize for being such a douchebag to her. And if he's lucky, maybe he could even properly court her.
But for now, he just needed to go through tommorrow's mission. So does everyone one else in the team.
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"Do you realized what you have done?" Not matter how hard he tried to hold it back, everyone in the Quinjet can see how Steve was seething.
Y/N's lost of sleep had took a toll on her more than she realized now that it had affected her performance in mission. She tried to ignore the way she was basically seeing Steve's feet multiply by the second, and continued to look down in shame, "I'm sorry, Captain."
"Don't apologize to me. Nat's the one who got shot because of you!" He yelled as he pointed at the red haired woman at the side of the plane.
No matter how much she wanted to blame Bucky on this; how he literally robbed her from fulfilling her human needs to rest at night, but she just couldn't. It was her fault that Natasha got hurt. If she was more alert, she would've seen the enemy standing right in front of her. If she was awake enough, then Natasha wouldn't get hurt.
Tears threatened to form when she looked over at her dear friend, bleeding at the side, "I'm so sorry, Nat. I really am. I didn't know what came to me and I--"
"Oh please, I'd take a bullet for you any day of the week, honey." Natasha swiftly cuts into her apology, in attempt to diffuse the heated situation.
But, Steve totally disagree with her, "Don't make this 'okay', Nat. You almost died because for her carelessness. Being inadequate shouldn't be okay for any agent to do. It is extremely reckless and downright stupid."
There was a sound of a distant gasp from the pilot pit, "Language!" Tony was clearly trying to lighten up the mood but it failed rather miserably when no one reacted.
Steve had every right to be mad, especially when his girlfriend was injured because of this, but oh does it hurt to hear his stabbing words. It hurts more when it comes from the Captain America himself.
God, she was extremely tired.
Physically, mentally and that's what happens when a person is lack of sleep. Then when she thought about all her hardwork and struggles to train amongst the superhero themselves, she couldn't help but to crack; and the tears that was building up in her eyes finally fell.
When Steve saw it, he lost it completely, "Oh, you're gonna cry now? WOW. Real mature, y/n. You can't disappoint me more can you?" At that point, he was being a little too mean for anyone's liking.
Especially Bucky.
So Bucky slowly pulled Y/N back, and shielded her body behind his as he went on face to face with his bestfriend, "That's enough, Steve." He warned but Steve doesn't seem to get the idea, "No, Buck. Do you see--"
Bucky took one step closer, his menacing glare went right through Steve's soul, "I said... that's enough." He repeated his words. This time the message went through.
Steve gulped and cleared his throat as he waved a dismissing hand, "I expect a full report and a letter of apology from you when we get back, y/n." He ended his sentence with his back turned and then walked away towards his girl.
When Bucky turned around to face Y/N, she was but a crying mess. Tears kept streaming down and her lips quivered in so much sadness. Now, that she was in the light, Bucky could see the darker shades on the bag of her eyes.
This was his fault. If he just stopped goofing around and listen to what she had to say yesterday, she wouldn't need to go through this, "Oh sweetheart..." though he meant to call her in his mind, it might just slipped through his lips.
Y/N glared up at him, "This was none of your concern, Barnes." She spat.
He shrugged, "Well, lucky for you, I don't care whose it is. What I know is I care about you. Now, let's get that wound patch up." Bucky simply said, and that was when she realized that her ribs were slashed open, bleeding and torn. Maybe it was not too deep, that was why she didn't notice it.
But it is an injury nonetheless, and it was a surprise to her that Bucky noticed it. "I don't want your help." She frowned yet continued to sniffle.
"Yeah, but you need it." He replied as he carefully tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ears.
Unable to think of any comebacks, she let her fatigue win over. Her lips shut tightly and her chest shuddered for breaths. And when Bucky took her hand in his and lead the way, her body instantly responded by gripping him tight.
Bucky's heart soared at the touch of her small hand in his, while fire was burning in hers.
She hates him. She hates how caring he can be. She hates how soft he was when handling her. And she hates how easy it was for him to make her fall for him even more.
Y/N's body quickly went on auto pilot; she let him undress the blood soaking top and patch her wounds. And Bucky let her cry her heart out on his shoulder all the way back home to New York.
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That night when everyone had settled back to their own rooms, Y/N was prepping to sleep outside again. It was like a schedule for Bucky to always fuck whatever his frustrations out when they finished a mission.
And she doesn't want to hear any of it. Not tonight.
Thankfully, her wounds were mostly healed thanks to Dr. Cho and her ingenious of a machine, Cradle. That thing fixed the teared tissue right up with its regenerative  functions.
Now, Y/N just needs to endure the bruises but those are bearable. What she couldn't bear is the lack of energy and goodnight's sleep. She wished to just pass out for days and not wake up even if a prince came to kiss her to wake.
And she knew that sleeping in her room won't give her that.
Y/N piled her pillows and blanket on top of another before scanning the room one last time to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. Because she was not planning to step foot in her room until dawn comes, hoping the sounds from the other side of the room died down by then.
When she was walking pass Bucky's, she noticed how awfully quiet his room was, but she didn't think about it too much. She waited for the elevator to open its door only to reveal the man himself, "Barnes."
He eyed how Y/N's figure almost hidden behind the piles of pillow in her hold. He stepped out as he asked, "Where do you think you're going?" Bucky knew exactly where but he was not having any of that.
It was weird to her that she didn't see any sign or Bucky's hook-up in his arms, but she bet that there will be one after she's gone downstairs, "Away from you, that's for sure." She said, taking a step into the elevator but instantly stopped the moment Bucky blocked her path.
Bucky lips flatten against each other; he didn't say anything, he only frowned down at her then simply grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to her room.
Utterly confused, "What are you doing? Hey, let go of me." She twisted her wrist in his hold, while trying to balance the pillows from falling. A useless trial it was; because who could even escape that metal grip of his.
Bucky quickly respond, "No. You're not sleeping on that shitty sofa tonight." He stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned to her, "You're injured, y/n. You need on a proper rest on a proper bed." He coaxed.
How did he know that she had been sleeping on the coach? She thought before saying out loud, "I'm fine, Barnes. It's not even that deep of a wound, the Cradle fixed it clean. So, can you just... let go of my hand?" She sighed.
But Bucky refused to even spare her a glance, he silently tug her and stomp his way towards her room. There waa retaliation on her side, but his lack of response had lead Y/N to her defeat. She begrudgingly followed his long strides until she they stood by her bed.
He snatched each of the pillows and blankets off her hands, while Y/N simply blinked speechlessly as she watched Bucky started set up her bed like he had been doing it everyday.
Weirdly, at times like this, she found him extremely lovely. There was no corny and flirty comment about her, or his annoying habit of teasing every little thing she does.
There was just a comfortable silence and a kind gesture; the type that pulled the red strings of her heart just enough to make her want to dream of him.
Fucking hell, she can't believe that he managed to do that again! Making her fall for his antics. He really needs to stop doing that, it's simply rude.
Y/N broke from her love struck trance when she felt his cold metal laced around her hand again, he pulled her closer, "Now hop on, bunny. You need to rest." He lead her under the blanket and she grumbled curses under her breath, something about he need stop calling her weird nicknames like that.
When she was well tucked in and comfortable, Bucky sat at the edge of the bed by her side and spoke, "I'm sorry. For not trying to listen to you at the gym yesterday. I was a jerk."
His apology was so sincere that Y/N caught herself in a shock. Who is this man? What has he done to Bucky Barnes?
His eyes lingered to the wall behind her bed as if he was trying to find the right words to address it, "About the noises..." he trailed, "...it'll stop from now on."
Oh. Nevermind. She liked this Bucky. She wants to keep him forever, "Really? You mean it?" There weren't any effort put to hide her excitement when her voice nearly squeaked.
Bucky chuckled amusingly at her reaction, "Really, doll. But, you gotta promise not to sleep on the couch again."
Sparks of joy filled her chest when he confirmed his decision. Sure, it was such a small favour to do to anyone. But, she appreciate his efforts to make amends. "Hmm, I promise." She hummed happily, blinking slow as the comfort of her bed lured her into a drowsy state.
"Thanks, Bucky." Her mentioned his name.
Thank god for the super sensitive hearing ability, cause Bucky surely love the sound of her voice whispering his name so softly, "For apologizing or for tucking you to sleep?" He jest.
It only made her eyes rolled to the side and a smile spread across her face, "Both." she said. "And for what you did on the jet."
Bucky simply shrugged as if it was a normal thing to do. But, it wasn't. It was rare for him to challenge Steve like he did. And he did it for her, "Really, I owe you one." She said assuringly.
A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.
But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"
And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.
Would he? Take advantage of her?
How could he though? He loved her too much to even think of purposely hurting her. "No." Bucky replied as he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, "Sleep well, princess." He mumbled against her skin.
And he pulled back, he grinned a cheeky smile. There it was; the pink blush on her face, wide surprise of her eyes and her slightly parted lips. She looked so adorable. He swore couldn't get enough of it.
"Kiss me again..." she nearly growled, but her blushing on her face didn't indicate anger, "...and I will choke you in your sleep." Though it was an attempt to threaten but typical of Bucky to just love to turn things around, "Hmm, is that an invitation, princess?" He purred and stole another kiss; this time, on her cheek. "Then, I will be looking forward to it." He whispered as quickly as he removed himself from the scene.
When he found his own bed, he couldn't help but to laugh at the muffled scream coming from the opposite side of the thin walls, "James. Fucking. Barnes!!!"
End.
Alternate ending (smut edition): Deleted Scene >>
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A/N: I hope you drop some thoughts behind before going to the deleted scene. Which I know you will. See you on the other side 👀
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fic-finders · 2 years
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Hii I’m looking for a series where the reader was the daughter of someone involved in the mafia and she was studying at a university where steve sam and bucky also studied (their parents were also linked to the mafia) and they were kinda fuckboys. I remember reading the first part and the reader got like knocked out and sam bucky and steve found her and then they all lived together to protect the reader or something like that. Tysm if you can find it 😭 I’ve been trying for weeks now
hey anon. So I found a series that is a college au and the boys were fuckboys. But they had no connections to the mafia. The mafia wasn't even mentioned. Hopefully someone else knows this series.
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Heeey !!! Do you have any fics of Bucky being a fuckboy ?
Fuckboy!Bucky
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Send Nudes by @bucky-barnes-diaries
Bucky took it literally when you told him to take your nudes himself, so he arrived a few minutes later.
Nights Like This by @writing-for-marvel
There are rules for friends with benefits, and you’ve broken the most important one: don’t fall in love with him.
Powerless by @delaber
Bucky finds himself misplaced and powerless at the annual Stark beach party and turns to you to feel some control - only you won’t allow him to.
Forever Not Yours by @delaber
Bucky is well-aware of his many bad qualities, but there is only one bad quality that makes him want to curl his toes and slip into a coma whenever he's confronted with it; the way he treats you.
trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy
he was toxic. most of the time you were with him, you were used for pleasure only, you knew that, and he wasn’t hiding it. maybe it was how good he made you feel that made you fell in love with him, or maybe it was the fact that he somehow made you feel like you were someone ─ but you fell in love with him. although you knew in the beginning that you shouldn’t have, it was way too late for that, now. you were in too deep. 
hot and cold by @bucksfucks
you & bucky had never gotten along, but when your ex-boyfriend ransom turns up at the same bar you’re at, bucky goes to every length to protect you.
If I Didn’t Love You by @samthemarvelfan
Love is pathetic...or maybe that’s just Bucky Barnes.
Until You Breath Fresher Air by @suitk0via
You've been in a relationship with Bucky since college. You spend six years in a relationship with him, convinced you can somehow change him. You deal with his antics for longer than you can handle. Finally realizing how unhealthy your relationship is, you decide to make a decision you've been avoiding for far too long.
Savage Love by @tumblin-theworldaway
You should never have said yes to him that night. But you had never been any good at denying Bucky Barnes.
Wicked Games by @straywords
College is hard enough without your feelings for an inconsiderate jerk becoming an unwelcome distraction.
Noisy by @straywords
You wish your obnoxious roommate wasn’t so d/amn loud some nights.
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Fuckboy College Bucky x Reader 
This is just dirty af. 
No thots, just: 
It was hot.
You hummed contently, stretched out on a patio chair with an ice cream cone in hand while the rest of your friends lounged in the pool or mingled on the side; the summer heat making your treat melt faster than you’d like. 
Before you could catch the dribble with your tongue, it ran down the cone, over your finger's and onto your chest; you’d managed to avoid getting any on your bikini thus far but it was nearly impossible. Your tongue darted out again, twirling around the scoop of vanilla, before running it along the side of your cone to catch the melting drops. 
You were in your own world, too busy to notice the way you had driven Bucky up the wall, his steel blue eyes locked on you and the sweet mess on your lips. He’d shifted from the pool to standing behind the grill to waiting behind the snack table in a poor effort to conceal the raging hardness that pressed against his swim trunks each time you let out a satisfied moan, licking up more of your ice cream. 
It was torture. 
Bucky knew you were off limits; you were best friends with Nat who was dating his bestfriend, Steve. Nat refused to let Bucky go anywhere near you, deeming him nothing more than raging hormones on legs; the number one fuck boy on campus. Not like it was his fault he was so pretty and irresistible. 
Your tongue swiped up before your lips nipped at the top of your cone. 
Bucky nearly growled to himself, watching the sugary cream get you all messy, making your mouth work overtime with the summer heat. 
Nothing would ever look as pretty as you did right now, sticky white cream clinging to your lips, dripping down your neck, flowing between your breasts. Your hand was covered in little streams of deliciousness, a drew stray drops spilling onto your tummy. 
Fucking hell.
Not a single part of his mind was thinking about ice cream as he watched the milky liquid trail down your body, barely covered in that skimpy thing you called a bathing suit. 
If he had his way with you, he’d clean you up and then get you really messy and sticky with his cu-
“Does anyone have a tissue” You pouted, breaking Bucky away from his thoughts, whining when another drop of sticky sweetness dripped onto your collarbone, trickling down between your chest. 
“Here, I have-mmphhh” Sam’s eyes grew wide, his sentence cut off midway with Bucky’s hand slamming his mouth shut, muffling his voice. Bucky grabbed the pile of napkins that sat on the snack table shoving them under a pile of chip bags. Sam snorted when he saw where Bucky’s eyes were focused, throwing his hands up in defeat and walking far, far away. 
“You are something else” He shook his head while Bucky bit his lip, his mind still occupied over how good you’d taste right now. There was no way he was going to let you clean yourself up with a lousy tissue paper when he was right there. He quietly slipped away while you scanned the area for something, anything to wipe off the mess but there was nothing in sight. 
“Where the hell did they all go” You grumbled to yourself  as you walked into the kitchen from the patio, not a single paper towel or napkin in sight. All the dish towels had disappeared, even the kitchen roll had vanished into thin air. You groaned, deciding to wash off in the bathroom, making your way down the hall instead. 
You yelped as a hand grabbed you, trapping you against the wall, pretty blue eyes staring down at you. 
“Bucky what are you-
“Shhhh” His arms caged you in, chest just ghosting against yours, “You’re somethin’ else, y’know that?” 
“Bucky” You squeaked as he smirked, biting his lip, his eyes flicking from your mouth, down your neck, to your cleavage, following the sweet trail that ran down your tummy. 
“Were you lookin’ for something doll?” He whispered while you gave him a tiny nod, your voice caught in your throat. The last thing you wanted was for him to see you like this, with ice cream drops all over you, running around to clean off. 
“T-tissue” 
“For?” He cocked an eye brow, tilting your chin up with his thumb while you refused to meet his eyes, your face growing hot. 
“Clean up the ice cream” Your eyes widened when he shook his head, keeping you in place. 
“Don’t think so babydoll, M’gonna clean you up and you’re gonna be a good girl and be keep still for me” His tongue darted out to swipe across the corner of your lips before trailing down to your chin, peppering soft kisses along each drop of cream that touched your skin. You whimpered as he continued down, gently licking between the valley of your breasts, not living a single drop of vanilla behind. 
You couldn’t process a single thing happening, blood coursing through your body causing a dull buzz to drown out any other sound other than his devious tongue lapping you up. You squeezed your thighs tightly together, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell how soaked you were, your breath hitching in your throat as he dropped to his knees, his nose nudged against your needy clothed core. 
“Jamie” You squeaked out when he looked up at you with his devilish smirk, softly nipping your hip before pressing his fingers between your legs, feeling your dampness soak through. 
“Oh sugar, you’re even messier down here” He groaned, pulling your bikini bottoms to the side before tossing your thigh over his shoulder, diving straight into your folds. He didn’t give you a chance to register what was happening, immediately latching onto your clit, alternating between dipping his tongue into you and suckling. “God, you taste so sweet baby, better than all the cream you covered yourself in”
“B-Bucky!” Your head hit the wall, moaning as he dove in again, growling at your hand came down to tug at his short locks. He couldn’t help himself, pulling his cock out, jerking himself to your taste and pretty noises, precum glistening at the head. 
“That’s right princess, get my face all messy, want you to soak my cock next” He stood up, hoisting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. He pushed your bathing suit bottoms aside, rubbing the silky head of his cock through your folds before letting it catch against your entrance. He groaned at the feeling your pussy already clenching and throbbing, trying to pull him in already.
“Fuck, Bucky, do-do something” You pleaded, your heels digging into his ass, nails clawing at his back while he started to push into you. You cried out at the stretch, gasping as he started to thrust without giving you any time to adjust. 
“You that needy, sweets? Already wanna be pounded like this?” He grunted in your ear, letting out a dark chuckle at the way your walls fluttered around him. “You look fuckin’ beautiful like this petal but I’ll tell you what I wanna see baby, wanna see this gorgeous little face covered in my cream. You know how pretty you looked eating your little treats outside? Making a sticky mess all over yourself like a dumb baby, can’t even keep herself clean? You know how badly I wanted to pull my cock out and jerk my cum onto your face, get you real fuckin’ messy?” 
“OH GOD-” You bit down onto his shoulder, tears streaking down your face as he started to fuck you harder, shoving his cock all the way in, barely pulling out, making sure you could feel him in your belly. He grasped onto you harder while one hand trailed between your bodies to play with your clit, rubbing and flicking it till you were sobbing from pleasure. 
“You like that huh baby, you fuckin’ love it” He growled, fucking you harder while you cried out, milking his cock as your orgasm ripped through your body. He gritted his teeth, willing himself not to cum, fucking you through your high before the selfish side of him took over. 
“M’gonna get what I want, get on your knees petal, suck my cock” He growled, yanking his cock out of you and pushing you to the floor, his leaky tip covered in your mixed arousal. You wrapped your hand around his length, giving him long hard strokes while you pushed the tip between your soft lips, your tongue swirling around in circles. “That’s right, look at you baby, putting that little tongue to good use, knew you’d be so good at sucking dick, knew that innocent mouth would take it so good” 
You doubled down, letting your hand alternate between cupping his balls and stroking him, humming contently at the way he got harder, the veins in his cock throbbing on your tongue. Bucky growled, his balls pulling up to his body, abs tensed as you laved at his slit, slobbering all over his length as if his cock in your mouth kept you alive. 
“Oh-oh fuck that’s it, m’gonna make you look so pretty baby, cover you up with me. C’mon pretty girl, lemme see how beautiful you’d look with my cream on your face, jerk my cock sweets, that's it-that’s it” His hand came down to grasp at your hair, tipping your head up and pulling you off his cock, his hand guiding you to jerk the head of his cock. You stuck your tongue out, batting your lashes at him while he let out a deep groan, his cock growing stiffer in your hand, a string of pre-cum falling onto your lips.
“M’gonna-fuck-gonna cum baby, gonna cum, you’re gonna look perfect, s’fuckin’perfect with my cream, fuckfuckshit-HNGGG UGHH!!” His warm cum shot onto your face in ropes, white cream covering your cheeks, nose, chin and lips. You gasped as more dripped out, while needy whined slipped past Bucky’s lips, his hand coming down to squeeze out every drop. “Oh fuck petal, you look pretty, fuck me baby” Bucky bit his lip, letting his softening cock drag across your face, the tip tracing through his cum, getting it all over your face. He let his cock drag through more of his cum, smearing it on your neck, ensuring there wasn’t a dry spot on your face, practically rutting his semi hard length onto your face until he was fully spent. 
He pulled you up, licking a fat stripe up along your neck to your cheek, gathering his cum onto his tongue before squeezing your cheeks together, making your lips pout open. He spat into your mouth, groaning at the way you moaned, swallowing his load. You looked at him with doe eyes, tugging his hand when he went to tuck his cock back in, pouting while he chuckled at your needy expression. 
“What is it baby” He gave you a smirk, hissing when you squeezed his balls, his cock already twitching again. 
“Wan more” You whined, pulling him in for a filthy kiss, letting his tongue into your mouth, your tongues tasting more of each other. 
“Don’t worry my pretty petal, gonna fill you up with my cream next” 
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Strawberries
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader One-Shot: SMUT
Request by @cherrywinedarling: fuckboy!Bucky, sex pollen.
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Summary: Bucky, the man with a long list of girls on his roster, gets exposed to a sex pollen in the field. Will he fuck the first girl he calls or the girl he's wanted for the last two months?
Warnings: profanity, sex pollen (dubcon), fingering, unprotected sex, fuckboy!Bucky, size kink, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Word Count: 7.5k
A/N: Special thanks to @cherrywinedarling for submitting such an inspirational (fcking hot) request and coming up with the entire plot of Bucky being unable to get himself off with a random girl, and only being able to get what he needs from reader. Lowkey loved writing this. And thanks as always to @littlemiss-yeehaw for pre-reading and catching some errors.
            Twice. No, maybe it was actually three times. Definitely three times. Bucky can remember being exposed to different versions of HYDRA’s sex pollen three times before. Each time was strictly for experimental or torture purposes rather than being done with the intent of breeding super soldiers, but it happened three times, nonetheless. So, this would be number four.
            Bucky lets the cool water from the shower faucet splash over his face for a minute before beginning to scrub his skin with a wet, soapy cloth. He tried to tell you that it wasn’t anything to stress over, that he’d keep his distance from the rest of the team on the quinjet and then lock himself in his room once you were all back at the compound, but you insisted on doing things the right way. He didn’t have to take an order from you, but he did. He shot you a frustrated look before making a crude comment and trudging off to the safehouse bathroom to take a shower like you’d told him to.
            “I’ll leave the door unlocked for you, don’t keep me waiting too long.” Bucky had said it with a smirk as he stood in the living room of the safehouse and stripped his shirt off with ease. But that smirk was gone the moment he shut himself in the bathroom and turned on the faucet. He’s been through this three times before but it was never enjoyable. It’ll start out as a sort of general discomfort, maybe some body aches and chills as his temperature rises slowly. Then it’ll progress to cardiovascular symptoms: his heart will begin to race, he’ll hear the thumping sound of blood rushing in his ears, his blood pressure will spike. In a normal person, the dangerous spike in blood pressure would be enough to cause a stroke, but Bucky’s vascular system has much more elasticity than a normal person. He’ll be fine. It’s the third stage of the drug’s effects that will really drive him mad. He’ll begin to feel the undeniable urge to fuck.
            As you carefully piece together the gun that you’ve just dismantled, cleaned, and oiled, you’re lost in thought. You’ve done enough research over the years to know that HYDRA worked overtime to come up with various chemical compounds that would induce a near primal sexual drive in super soldiers. They wanted a sure way to grow an army of super soldiers over time without having to go through the process of wiping countless minds clean and reprogram them. You almost audibly laugh when you think about the irony of Bucky Barnes being exposed to one of those very sex pollens on your mission today. Bucky Barnes, the man who lately seems to be attempting to catch up on his eighty-something years worth of celibacy, has been exposed to a chemical compound that will make him even more insatiable than he’s already known to be. You have to wonder if he’s secretly thrilled that he has the drug coursing through his veins now.
            “You’re not gonna go help your friend out with this?” Sam’s voice rings out from somewhere behind you just as you’re reloading your gun and sliding it into the side holster of your tactical pants. You laugh lightly, shaking your head as you begin packing up the last of your belongings from the kitchen table.
            “He’s fucked every girl he’s met since he finished therapy, I think he has a long list of people who can help him out when we get back home.” Though there’s a lighthearted tone behind your words, you’re serious. Bucky’s been a ladies’ man since he stopped seeing Dr. Raynor for mandatory therapy sessions, and not just your average good looking, single bachelor type of ladies’ man. Bucky’s a fuckboy. Sure, he seems to be respectful about it. He doesn’t lead girls on, doesn’t make them think there’s ever a possibility for something more than one or two nights in his bed, and he leaves them all satisfied. But he’s still a fuckboy.
            Your words didn’t hurt his feelings. Bucky can’t fault you for being perceptive. He really has fucked almost every girl he’s met in the last couple of months. Hell, he would’ve fucked you too if you’d just given him a chance. That’s how you ended up becoming friends. He tried like hell to get you into his bed shortly after you were assigned to the team and moved into the room next door to his, but you were adamant that you weren’t looking to be a notch on his bedpost. However, instead of telling him to fuck off, you put up with his shit and even seemed to have a good time doing so. So, you ended up being the only female friend of his that hasn’t been tangled up in his bedsheets.
            Although your words weren’t necessarily hurtful, Bucky still finds himself a little bothered. He was just about to join you and Sam in packing things up and getting ready to head out when he overheard your conversation and swiftly turned back around, quietly shutting himself in the bathroom once again. You’re right, he does have a long list of people who can help him out when you get back home. God, you’re always right. If he wasn’t so inexplicably drawn to you, he’d probably hate you. But being friends with you is one of the few things that keeps him from comparing his life now to his life eighty years ago. The girl from the bar last week, that’s who he’ll call when he gets home. She was pretty. She had a nice smile, eyes that really drew him in, and she was easy to talk to. She could definitely be the solution to the problem at hand. The more Bucky thinks about her, the more he realizes she sort of reminds him of you. Shit. He’s done that too many times in the past month, brought home girls that seem so familiar but it isn’t until he’s fucked them that he realizes they remind him of you. Why the hell does that keep happening?
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            It’s just an hour later when you’re all arriving back at the compound. Sam excuses himself to go brief Fury and a few other higher-ups on everything that went down during your op, while you and Bucky head for the main tower, each of you ready to unwind in different ways. As you take the elevator up, your eyes wander over to Bucky, who stands to your right. His cheeks are flushed pink, a few stray strands of hair are stuck to his forehead with sweat, and he’s rubbing the back of his neck with his flesh hand like it’s sore to the touch. He acted like being exposed to a sex pollen was just another day at work for him, but you know him well enough to know that at the very least, he’s uncomfortable right now.
            When the elevator doors slide open to let you both out into the main room of the living quarters, Bucky doesn’t even wait to let you off first like he usually does. He steps in front of you and exits quickly, walking a little faster than usual to get to his room down the hall. Maybe that’s what makes you feel bad for him, or maybe it’s the fact that he feels like he has to pretend like he’s unbothered in front of you and Sam instead of telling you how much it sucks to have such a vile chemical compound wreaking havoc within his body.
            “Do you need anything?” You ask softly as you pass Bucky in the hall and near your own door, just a few steps beyond his. The sound of your voice breaks his focus and he drops his keys at his feet. Bucky stoops down to retrieve them and then turns his full body to face you from five feet away. You work on unlocking your own door, but cast a sideways glance in his direction. His usual smirk is notably missing, and a stormy, hard-to-discern look has taken its place.
            “If I do, I can call one of the girls I’ve met since I finished therapy.” The words are like ice: cold and jarring, sending a chill down your spine. He overheard you and Sam earlier. You don’t know why you feel like a kid sitting in the principal’s office, not when you’ve teased him over his fuckboy ways for as long as you’ve known him. It shouldn’t have bothered him that much considering it was true. Why do you feel like shit for having said it now? More importantly, why does his response to your question feel like a rejection?
            When Bucky steps into his room and shuts the door behind him, you hear him seal himself in with the resounding metal click of a lock. If only he’d known that a deadbolt wouldn’t keep you away.
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            You’ve just finished showering and getting yourself ready for bed when you hear the familiar sound of Bucky’s door opening and closing down the hall, followed by two sets of quiet footsteps heading in the opposite direction. Two sets of footsteps? Bucky must’ve called for one of his late-night guests a little early tonight, to help with his situation. You’ve lived next door to him for a couple of months now and if you’ve learned anything, it’s that the man has stamina. So, for one of his guests to have arrived and left in the short time that it took you to shower and pull on some pajamas, something must’ve gone wrong.
            Bucky stands with his back pressed against the cool metal wall of the elevator and his arms crossed over his chest as he mentally kicks his own ass. He couldn’t go through with it. He called the girl from the bar, the one who reminded him of you. He invited her over, took her upstairs to his room, gave her a mind-blowing orgasm with minimal effort, but the moment he heard her cry out his name, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep with her. She sounded nothing like you, not even similar enough that he could’ve imagined she was you.
            “Thanks for coming over on such short notice, it was good to see you.” Bucky forces himself to break the silence in the elevator. When his eyes land on the girl standing a few inches to his left, she offers him a genuine smile.
            “Of course, I had a good time. I wish you would’ve let me make things even though.” She says, referring to the way Bucky had gotten her off but then briskly offered to walk her back downstairs. He nods slowly, tracing the backs of his teeth with the tip of his tongue.
            “Yeah, maybe next time.” There won’t be a next time, not when he’s stuck thinking about how hard it was to imagine the girl being you. A few minutes later, Bucky’s guest is riding off into the night in the car he called for her. He’s left standing in front of the tower, feeling the full effects of the sex pollen as he enters the peak hour of its activity. There it is, that undeniable urge to fuck.
            You’re sitting in an armchair by your bedroom window, munching on a bowl of strawberries that you settled on as a late-night snack, when you hear one set of footsteps coming down the hall. It’s the sound of Bucky returning to his room alone. You have to wonder if the sex pollen decreased his stamina. It must have, otherwise his little guest would’ve been here for at least another hour or two. You make a mental note to research that in some of the old HYDRA files tomorrow, out of sheer curiosity. As you sit there in your chair, licking a drop of strawberry juice off of your bottom lip, you can’t help but wonder what the hell Bucky’s doing. By your calculations, he should be experiencing the worst of the sex pollen effects right now, yet he’s alone in his room. You remind yourself that he doesn’t want your help, that he doesn’t need your help. You tell yourself that he probably took care of every urge he had with the girl that he invited over earlier, and then you try to focus on your snack and the TV show you have playing quietly on your TV.
            When you hear the distant sound of a pained grunt coming from the other side of your bedroom wall, every muscle in your body goes rigid. You quickly pause your show and set your empty bowl on the small table beside your armchair. Only a few seconds go by before you hear another grunt, followed by the sound of what you surmise is Bucky’s fist colliding with something in his room. Before your mind has a moment to attempt a rational thought process, your feet are carrying you out of your own room and down the hallway to Bucky’s closed door. Your fist is rapping against his door softly at first, knowing he’s awake and you don’t have to be very loud for him to hear you. No answer. You knock again, a little harder this time, hoping he hasn’t stroked out from a spike in his blood pressure. Still, no answer. The third time you knock, you use the side of your fist instead of your knuckles, and you bang on his door so hard that you feel it rattle on its hinges.
            Bucky heaves a deep sigh before unlocking the door and pulling it open, knowing you’ll be standing on the other side of it. Just the sight of you has Bucky’s already hard cock twitching in his sweats and he has to avert his gaze, choosing to look over your shoulder instead of right at you.
            “I would’ve answered the first time if I wanted to talk to you right now.” Bucky says coldly. A chorus of go away’s play on repeat in his mind as he wishes with every fiber of his being that you’d do just that.
            “You didn’t sleep with her, did you?” One look at Bucky’s disheveled state, his messy hair, the sheen of sweat making his chest and abs gleam under the dim lights of the hallway, and the way his breaths are coming in much more shallow than usual, tells you that you’re right. Bucky meets your gaze for a brief second, and his eyes give you the answer his mouth won’t. He didn’t sleep with her. “How bad is it?”
            “I’ve been through this before.” Bucky reminds you, running a hand through his hair and squeezing his eyes shut. You’re standing in front of him wearing a pair of gray joggers, a little cropped tank top, and a light cardigan over your shoulders. He knows that tank top well. If the lighting was a little better, he’d be able to see straight through the thin fabric of it. God, he needs you to leave. “Like I said earlier, if I need help, I have people I can call.”
            “You called someone and it clearly didn’t help, Bucky.” Just the sound of his name leaving your lips has him biting the inside of his cheek.
            “Go to bed.” His tone is authoritative now. But of course, you’d never take an order from him. Especially not when he’s so obviously miserable. Your eyes drift down his torso, taking in the sight of the super soldier that stands before you nearly drowning in a chemically-induced state of arousal. You don’t really know why it pains you to see him like this, why it pains you that he keeps rejecting your help, but you’ve had enough. When you continue to stand in front of Bucky, defying his order for you to go to bed, he drops his hand from his hair and narrows his eyes at you. As you make eye contact with him, an unfamiliar warmth begins to spread along the surface of your skin. Maybe that’s what made you do it, maybe the warmth is what made you start taking your clothes off. You don’t really know what it was, but once you started you knew you wouldn’t stop.
            Your fingers begin carefully tugging on the drawstring of your joggers, loosening the tied knot as you look into Bucky’s conflicted blue eyes. You continue watching him as his gaze darts down to the motion of your hands, his eyes widening as he realizes what you’re doing.
            “What can I do to help?” You ask the question in a whisper. It’s obvious what you’re offering and it has Bucky’s mind racing. He’s wanted you in his bed since the day he met you, but you never gave in to his chase. He’s sure that you’re only giving in now because you think that he needs you to, because you’re ever the kind, helpful girl next door for him. You’ve finished untying the drawstring of your pants and you’re letting the cardigan slip off of your shoulders, baring even more of your skin to him, when Bucky has to stop you. He reaches out with both hands, catching the soft fabric of your sweater in his hands and pulling it back up to cover your shoulders.
            “You can go to bed, that would be really fucking helpful.” Bucky rasps. The fingertips of his flesh hand graze over the skin of your shoulder as he sets your cardigan back in its place, and the contact sends a fresh wave of primal need throughout his body. That wave of need is quickly followed by a horrible ache that forces him to draw his hands back to his sides and clench his fists.
            “Bucky, stop rejecting me.” A sudden boldness comes over you and you find yourself placing both palms against his chest and pushing him back into his room. He doesn’t fight you as you take two steps inside and shut the door behind you, letting the room engulf both of you in near-darkness.
            “Rejecting you? You’ve rejected me since we met.” Bucky scoffs, falling back to sit on the foot of his bed. He brings his elbows to his knees and lets his head dip down to rest in his hands. He may not be watching you, but he’s listening intently as you strip off your cardigan and drop it in the armchair by his window.
            “Yeah, I wasn’t going to sleep with the guy who slept with everyone. But now we’re friends, and I’m not going to sit next door while you suffer through this alone.” Bucky dares to sneak a glance at you through his hands. You’re standing a foot in front of him, now in just your sweats and tank top, with your hands on your hips. God, your hips. He’s imagined holding onto those hips while he fucks you from behind so many times. His eyes flutter closed as he lets out a groan. “Bucky, please.” You saying please in such a circumstance is what breaks him.
            When Bucky pushes himself off of the foot of the bed and comes to stand only a few inches in front of you, you take half a second to wonder if you’ve just opened a dangerous can of worms.
            “Think about what you’re offering.” Bucky’s voice is shaky, but his gaze is hardened as he looks into your eyes. “This isn’t just some favor between friends.” You stay quiet for a moment as you run through the scenario in your head. You imagine going through with it and having sex with him, fulfilling his needs and lessening the pain that he feels from the sex pollen. You imagine the sun rising in the morning and the two of you pretending like nothing ever happened. Why does that last part make you feel uneasy? The idea of sleeping with him tonight doesn’t seem to bother you in the least, but the idea of going right back to normal tomorrow doesn’t sit so well with you.
            “I think it’s better if we don’t think about it.” Without letting another thought through your mind, you grasp the waistband of your joggers and begin pushing them down your thighs. As more and more of your skin is revealed to Bucky, his heart rate picks up and his breath hitches in his throat. When you stand up straight in front of him, with your joggers now lying on his bedroom floor, he has to bite his bottom lip to keep from grabbing you and throwing you down on his bed. You can see the wheels in his mind turning as he overthinks this. It’s the thing he’s wanted since he met you, being offered to him on a silver platter, but he can’t stop thinking about how this could ruin the most real friendship that he’s had since Steve. You do the only thing you can think to do to break him out of his thoughts. You step forward and take both of his hands in yours, guiding them up to your face. When his palms make contact with either side of your jaw, his thumbs are quick to begin caressing your cheeks, as if the gentle touch is instinct for him, as if the two of you have done this countless times before. “I said don’t think about it.”
            His blue eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation, but he finds none. So, he takes the leap. Bucky leans in and closes the gap between the two of you, his lips finding yours in the darkness. With the first brush of his lips against yours, your eyes flutter closed and you’re at his mercy. You part your lips to accept him, feeling a rush of heat travel through your body as he sucks on your bottom lip gently. You didn’t expect a kiss from Bucky Barnes to be so gentle. You expected it to be hasty, used as a means to an end rather than for the simple pleasure of kissing. But Bucky kisses like it’s as vital to his being as breathing. His tongue glides along your top lip slowly, feeling his way into your mouth before fully tasting you. As soon as his tongue tangles with yours, he pulls back, his hands still cupping either side of your face.
            “You taste like strawberries.” He says, licking his lips as he peers down at you with narrowed eyes. Blush creeps into your cheeks, you can’t tell if he’s saying that as a good thing or a bad thing with the hard-to-read expression on his face. Another lick of his lips and a smile begins to tug on the corners of his mouth. “You taste like strawberries.” He repeats, going back for more. This time, you experience the less gentle kiss that you initially expected from him. He wastes no time in sliding his tongue back into your mouth and letting it work in tandem with yours. As he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, his vibranium hand slides down and wraps around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. His flesh hand ghosts over your jawline, along the side of your neck, and then you feel him wrap it around your throat just lightly enough that you notice it. Something about having his hand around your throat sets a fire ablaze inside of you, and before you know it, your hands are flat on his chest. You almost wish he had a shirt on so you could grip onto the fabric and tug him further into you.
            Bucky’s losing his mind. He’s losing his goddamn mind because you’re in his bedroom, your pants are on his floor, and you’re kissing him back. You’re kissing him and you taste like strawberries. The longer you let him kiss you like this, with one of his hands wrapped lightly around your throat and the other resting dangerously close to your ass, the more his fuckboy ways start to evaporate right through his skin. Kissing you for thirty seconds makes him rethink his entire lifestyle.
            You’re the one to pull back this time, you pull back the moment Bucky shifts his stance and you feel the outline of his fully erect cock pressing against your lower stomach. This time when you part, his gaze is so much softer. As much as you’re enjoying kissing him, you know that’s not what he needs right now. Taking matters into your own hands, you move past Bucky and sit on the foot of his bed. His eyes follow every move you make.
            “Are you sure about this?” He has to ask. He has to know that he isn’t taking advantage of you and your friendship before this goes any further. He isn’t so sure he’ll be able to stop once he’s really touched you, so he’s offering you an out now. When you nod, keeping your eyes on Bucky, he lets out a soft sigh of relief. Your eyes follow him as he moves around the bed to the nightstand and pulls open the top drawer. After pulling out a little square packet and dropping it on top of the bed, he looks over at you once more. “You’ll tell me if I’m too rough?”
            “I trust you.” You whisper. Bucky’s eyes darken as his pupils dilate even more and he begins walking back to the foot of the bed, coming to stand right in front of you.
            “You trust me.” He repeats the words slowly, savoring them. You trust him. He looks down at you with an even mix of lust and admiration, but you only notice the lust. Raising his right hand up, he tucks your hair behind one ear and then traces a line from the point of your jaw to the tip of your chin with his index finger. Bucky curls that finger beneath your chin and tilts your face upward. The way your eyes pierce his, he feels like you’re looking straight into his soul, like you’re seeing every darkened corner within him that he’s tried so hard to hide. Instead of feeling vulnerable, he feels at home under your watchful stare.
            Bucky tilts his head to the side and his eyes flit behind you to the expanse of the bed, signaling that he wants you to move back onto it. You do just that, turning over so your back is to him as you crawl further up on the mattress. A soft groan from Bucky lets you know he likes the view already, and you smile to yourself. You always knew he was attracted to you, but having the extra confirmation now really feeds your confidence. You can hear the rustling of fabric behind you and when you turn over once again to lay on your back, holding yourself up on your elbows, you see that Bucky has tossed his sweatpants onto the floor beside yours. Now, you see your friend, standing before you in only a pair of black boxers. Your breath hitches in your throat when your eyes land on the bulge beneath the thin fabric.
            “Oh my god, you’re so big.” Your eyes widen and dart back up to meet Bucky’s. Of course, he has a smug smile plastered across his face.
            “You couldn’t have guessed that?” He asks, placing one knee on the foot of the bed as he looks you over.
            “I never thought about it.” You find yourself staring at it again, but Bucky blocks your view when he starts crawling over your body.
            “You don’t have to lie, sweetheart.” Bucky tsks, resting his body weight on you as he leans in and kisses your neck. You find yourself tilting your head to the side to give him more access, loving the way he alternates between licking and sucking your skin. “God, you taste like strawberries, you smell like strawberries.” Bucky grunts against your neck before sitting back on his knees between your legs. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.” He says quietly, analyzing your expression. You study his face for a moment, taking in his flushed cheeks, the way his chest is rapidly rising and falling, and even the way the tips of his ears are turning pink. His blood pressure is spiking.
            You push yourself up to a sitting position and without thinking, you tug your tank top over your head, tossing it on the floor and completely baring your chest to Bucky.
            “Fuck.” The curse falls from his lips as his eyes devour your nearly naked body. It takes him a few seconds to compose himself and focus. When you start shimmying out of your panties, he moves to stand on the floor beside the bed, squeezing his eyes shut as he takes his own boxers off. He’s worried if he gets one look at you completely naked in his bed, he’ll start cumming and because of the sex pollen, he won’t stop.
            “Look at me.” Your voice is too kind, too sweet for someone so willing to be fucked. But Bucky listens, opening his eyes and meeting your gaze. His hand is fisting around his cock within a second, stroking it as he looks not at your body, but into your fucking soul. “You’re supposed to be letting me help you.” You remind him, fighting the urge to look down at where he’s touching himself. Bucky groans again but starts climbing back over you, his hard cock dragging along the skin of your thigh as he situates himself over you but slightly to one side, resting his weight on one elbow.
            “I don’t want to hurt you.” Bucky presses a kiss to your lips. It’s a kiss he meant to be quick and reassuring, but neither of you could resist deepening it. So, he licks into your mouth once again, loving the way you taste, and you feel his right hand sliding down your stomach. His fingertips ghost lightly over your thigh at first, testing the waters, but you don’t flinch away. He has to make sure you can take him. He knows he’s big, and he has no idea how long it’s been since the last time you were with someone. When his hand ventures between your legs, you spread them without hesitation, continuing to kiss him with a growing desperation. The moment Bucky lets his fingertips glide along your wet folds, he can’t stop himself from rutting against your thigh. “You’re so wet for me, fuck.” A soft hum leaves your lips but it’s quickly transformed into a moan when Bucky applies pressure to your clit and begins to circle the pads of his fingers over it. Sparks of pleasure ignite, urging you to spread your legs even more and break away from his mouth to take in a gasp of air.
            “Bucky, you don’t have to—” You’re cut off by your own cry when Bucky abandons your clit and slips two fingers inside of you, sending them only halfway as he watches between your legs. He’s in awe of you. Your back arches off of his mattress and he’s so tempted to kiss and lick all over your breasts, but he can’t ignore the overwhelming ache in his lower stomach and cock for much longer. He curls his fingers against your walls slowly, turning to watch your face this time. He studies you as your eyes scrunch closed and your mouth parts to let a heavy pant past your lips. You look fucking perfect. He knows the longer he delays his own release, the worse he’ll feel physically. He can already hear the blood rushing in his ears and feels the pain throughout his body worsening with every sound you make, but he wants this to be good for you. He needs this to be good for you. So, Bucky begins dragging his fingers out and then pushing them right back in, over and over again. He works you up to being able to take them deeper and deeper until he can’t push them in any more. That’s when he leans into you and leaves light kisses across your right cheek and temple. You find yourself leaning into his touch.
            “I can’t wait anymore.” Bucky grunts, as he pulls his fingers out of you slowly one last time. He wants so badly to lick his fingers and taste you, but he knows that if he gets a taste, he won’t ever be able to get over it. He’d spend every day doing whatever the hell he had to do just to get more. Instead, Bucky slides those two wet fingers over the head of his cock, mixing your arousal with his precum and spreading it down the shaft. He gives it a few strokes, letting his head fall against your shoulder as he begins to feel just the slightest bit of relief inside his body. But it isn’t enough. Bucky lets go of his cock and leans over you, reaching across the bed to grab the condom he placed there earlier. When he rolls onto his back and begins tearing the small wrapper open, you take matters into your own hands.
            Bucky damn near feels butterflies when you move to straddle him, bracing your hands on his bare chest as you swing a leg over him.
            “Just give me a second.” Bucky grunts, his eyes darting between the half open condom wrapper and where you’re lowering yourself down over him. He gets the condom out of the wrapper but freezes when he feels your dripping cunt grind along the shaft of his cock. “Shit, be careful.” He warns you through gritted teeth. You know you really should be careful. Hell, he’s slept with so many girls just in the last month that you should be using any and every form of protection out there. Not to mention the fact that both the super soldier serum and sex pollen really ramped up his reproductive system, increasing his sperm count and motility like crazy. The man could easily save the human race from extinction if he was the last viable male on Earth. But you’re not thinking straight. You’re not thinking straight at all when you begin grinding down and circling your hips against him, reveling in the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your clit. You drag your hips back and forth as Bucky’s hands move to grip you there, with the unwrapped condom still in his right hand. You can feel that little piece of latex between his palm and your hip. The thought crosses your mind so briefly, but once the seed is planted, there’s no going back. Feeling the condom all rolled up between Bucky’s hand and your hip is really what planted the seed. You want to feel him inside you, without a damn thing in between. So, you grind along the length of his cock once more, but when you near the tip, you continue sliding forward on it and grinding down until you feel it against your entrance, and then you grind down a little harder, angling your hips just right so it starts to slide in.
            “Oh my god.” You moan out, letting your head fall back as you reach down with one hand and start fully guiding him inside of you. Bucky can only watch, his grip on your hips getting impossibly tighter. You’ve only taken in the head of his cock when you still yourself, trying your best to adjust to his ample size. You feel a mix of stinging pain and pleasure, but he did such a thorough job of preparing you with his fingers that the sting is minimal.
            “I’m not wearing a condom.” Bucky pants, scanning your face as you slide down another couple of inches. He’s nearly halfway in now and it’s taking every single ounce of his self-control to keep from pulling your hips down and making you take all of it. Your eyes flutter open and lock onto his.
            “I know.” You pair your two little words with the act of forcing yourself to take the rest of his length. Your clit brushes against the base of his cock and for a moment, you actually think he might be too big for you.
            “Fuck.” Bucky groans lowly. His eyes scrunch shut even though he so badly wants to keep them wide open and memorize the way you look when you’re being fucking ruined by his cock. His balls feel so full and heavy, even more so than usual with the way the sex pollen is screwing up his reproductive system, and the fact that you’re the one he’s balls deep inside of isn’t helping. You really should’ve let him put on a condom, but he sure as hell isn’t going to stop you now. Bucky releases his hold on your hip with his right hand and lets the unused condom fall from his grasp, watching as it lands on the bed. When he digs his fingers into the skin of your hips once more, the sensation spurs you to attempt moving. You start with slow up and down movements, only fucking half of his cock, unsure if you could manage the whole thing at once. But when you get a look at Bucky’s face, at the way it’s contorted with pleasure yet restrained as if he’s holding himself back, you know you need to give him more. So, you take a deep breath and begin lifting yourself off of his cock. Bucky’s eyes follow, so focused on the way you leave his cock glistening as you pull off of it. When only the head is left inside of you, you breathe out as you sit all the way back down. Fuck, it hurts when he’s all the way in but you don’t want to stop. God, you don’t want to stop for anything. You go again, trying the movement a little faster this time, earning a soft grunt from Bucky and a few bruises on your hips as his hold tightens more.
            “Bucky, you’re too big.” You finally say, after sliding down onto his length the third time. You want to ride his dick and do as much of the work for him as you can right now, but there’s just no way. There’s no way you can pick up the pace and set a good rhythm when he’s so fucking thick and long that you feel him in your stomach every time you sit down. You don’t have the time that you’d need to adjust, you don’t want to make him wait for you to be ready for it. So, you need a new position. Bucky understands immediately. As much as he was loving seeing you fuck his cock all by yourself, his insides are screaming at him to take control and do whatever he needs to do to get himself off.
            Bucky eases you down onto his full length one more time, simultaneously hating and loving the way you cringe once you’re fully seated. Then, in one quick, smooth movement, he captures your hands in his and tugs you down to his chest, before rolling both of you over so he’s on top.
            “We can save that for next time.” Bucky promises, positioning himself so that the majority of his weight rests on his forearms on either side of your head. As soon as the words have left his mouth, you realize what he’s just said, but he doesn’t. He leans down and licks your bottom lip while you’re lying beneath him, with his cock motionless inside you, as you remind yourself that there will never be a next time. Bucky’s a fuckboy through and through, you’ve never known him to sleep with the same girl twice, and you can’t imagine anything about tonight is going to change that. “Are you adjusted?” He asks, pulling back from your face to look into your eyes. You bend your knees a little and take in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you focus on your senses. No pain. You nod your head and let your hands ghost along Bucky’s sides.
            “Are you always this gentle and thoughtful in bed?” The question sneaks past your lips before you can stop it, but Bucky chuckles as he begins to pull his hips back, sliding his cock out of you inch by inch.
            “You think I’m gentle and thoughtful?” Of course he’d take your question as a compliment. Or…maybe not. Bucky shoots you a mischievous look before biting down on his bottom lip and snapping his hips forward, thrusting into you so hard that your back arches off of the bed and your breasts press up against the skin of his bare chest. He took it as a fucking challenge.
            “I take it back.” You whine. You dig your nails into the skin of his back hoping to draw a little pain from him, but truthfully, he loves it. He begins slowly dragging his cock back out of you while you’re wondering how the hell he’s still so composed and restrained. “I thought being exposed to a sex pollen would’ve made this a quick, sort of desperate kind of thing.”
            “Is that what you wanted?” Another snap of his hips and you’re filled with his cock again.
            “I didn’t say that, it’s just what I expected. Does it not make you feel like fucking the shit out of anyone you can get your hands on?” Your fingers dance up his sides until they’re tangled in his messy hair. Another slow drag of his hips and you’re feeling nearly empty.
            “It does, but like I said, I don’t want to hurt you.”
            “Hurt me.” He freezes with his cock halfway out of you. Your own eyes widen at your unexpected request. Where the hell did your filter go? You didn’t even mean it the way it sounds, you just meant that you don’t want him to keep holding back for your sake. “I meant—”
            “I know what you meant.” Bucky grunts, clearly turned on by the presumed meaning behind your words. He lowers himself down until his body weight feels like a warm, thick blanket covering every inch of your body. He’s giving you what you want. The talking part is over, you realize, as Bucky lets his forehead fall into the crook of your neck and slides his knees beneath your thighs, opening you up for him even more.
            Then, he fucks you. He sets a rhythm and pace so desperate and unforgiving that every thrust causes the mattress to bounce you right back up against him. No matter how much he pulls out, you continuously feel the presence of his cock inside you. Every breath he breathes against your neck, every time his lips ghost over your skin, every needy grunt that meets your ears feeds you like a dose of ecstasy. The atmosphere is reduced to the sounds of skin on skin, panting breaths, and obscene curses and moans falling from parted lips. Bucky fucks you more thoroughly than he’s fucked anyone in the last two months. When he hears your moans increase in pitch and your breaths becoming more and more shallow, he drives his cock into you harder and deeper, making sure his name is the only thing on your mind. You give him no warning when your orgasm begins to tear through your body, but you don’t have to. Your cunt grips his cock so tightly that pulling out to thrust into you is damn near painful, so Bucky begins grinding into you, moving his hips in rhythmic circles. When your breaths begin to come a little easier, Bucky’s own release is threatening to spill over, so he starts to slow his hips and pull out of you. He isn’t wearing a condom and he knows this won’t be a small mess by any means.
But you, the girl next door, the girl who tastes like fucking strawberries, you slide your hands down and grab his hips every bit as harshly as he grabbed yours earlier, and you pull him further into you. An orgasm hits him like a fucking freight train. It wasn’t even the sensation of being inside you that sent him over the edge, as heavenly as that was. No, it was the fact that you wouldn’t let him pull out. The fact that you didn’t even let him wear a condom. The fact that you’re you and you’re so desperate for his cum that you’d hold him there and take it like you had a right to. After three seconds, Bucky’s surpassing a normal amount of cum, and both of you are fully aware of it.
“It won’t stop, fuck.” Bucky groans against your neck as he slowly ruts into you, trying to get himself through his orgasm. “There’s so much cum.”
“That’s okay, it’s okay, Bucky.” You whisper, moving your hands back up to his head and carding your fingers through his hair. “I can take it.”
Shit. He might be in love with you.
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