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The Ties That Bind Us
Pairing: Ex-Husband!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 5.7k
Summary: Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date.
Warnings: Mentions of divorce, small amount of angst, mutual pining, jealousy, kissing, smut, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, p in v sex, derogatory names, spitting, happy ending.
Authorâs Note: Unbetaâd, warning graphics and dividers by @rookthorne
âYou look so pretty, Mama!â You caught your sonâs reflection in the mirror, his bright blue eyes wide and in awe as you finished the final touches up of your makeup.Â
You were about to respond, but the words died on your tongue at the sight of Buckyâs large form rounding the corner into the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over one another. âShe absolutely does, cupcake.â
The intensity of his stare made you gulp silently, and you diverted your eyes back to your son.  Â
Bucky had been doing that a lot recently âlooking at you differently, more longing in his eyes than usual.Â
âThank you, baby,â you said, ignoring Bucky in favour of showing your appreciation to your son. The knot in your stomach was wound too tight to try and unravel the conflict that ravaged in your mind. âYouâre going to be good for your Dad tonight, arenât you?âÂ
Your son did his best to try and hide the cheeky smirk on his lips â one that resembled his father a little too much. âOf course Mama, I be a good boy.âÂ
Unable to help the smile growing on your face, you brought him into your embrace, snuggling him tightly until he let out a loud squeal when you tickled his stomach. âI mean it, trouble. No staying up late and no ice cream before bed.âÂ
Instantly, his puppy eyes fell to his father, an innocent pout on his lips. âBut DaddaââÂ
âSorry kid,â Bucky held strong. Glancing to you before looking back to his son, âMamaâs rules.âÂ
���Oh, shucks,â your son sighed as you laughed.Â
From the outside looking in, the three of you seemed like a perfect family. Picturesque and ideal â white picket fences enclosing a home that was full of love and laughter, wholesome family dinners and celebrations for each loved one.Â
But things were never as simple as you wished.Â
The sobering thought made your laughter die in your throat, and you checked the time on your lit up phone screen. It was almost time for your date and you were wary of being late. âOkay, cupcake. Iâve gotta get moving so I can make it on time.âÂ
âAw,â your son whined, and you ruffled his hair as you made your way out of the bathroom. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you squeezed by Bucky, the scent of his aftershave he had worn since you first met him filled your nose and overtook your senses.Â
You barely suppressed a moan, a sinful combination that your mind begged you to inhale one more time, while another internal voice scolded you. The lingering touch of his fingers ghosting over your waist made it even harder to listen to sense.Â
Once you reached the hallway, you shook yourself and grabbed your bag from its hook by the door. The coat over your arm was warm and comfortable as you slipped it over your shoulders.Â
The telltale patter of feet over the hardwood floor bounced towards you, along with another set of heavier ones not too far behind. âWhere you going this time, mama?â cupcake asked.Â
Smiling, you leaned down and tucked a stray lock of deep brown hair behind his ear. âJust for dinner, baby. I wonât be out long and I promise Iâll be back to make you pancakes in the morning, okay, sweetie?âÂ
He nodded before stepping closer and tiptoeing up to whisper in your ear. âMake sure he treat you good because you deserve whole world.âÂ
Tears sprung to your eyes, clinging on to your waterline. You blinked them away quickly before your son could notice.Â
Though, Bucky did.Â
You kissed his forehead, and leaned back to look into his eyes. âYou got it, cupcake.âÂ
Stepping forward, Bucky spoke up. âWhy donât you say goodbye to Mama and go get a movie set up, huh pal? Iâll be with you soon.âÂ
Before your son left, he hugged you. âBye Mama, I loves you.âÂ
You smiled as he ran off. âI love you too, baby â and remember to be good!â
Only Bucky and you were left by the door, your blanket of comfortability was gone and you felt his eyes that held too many memories burning through you.Â
âYou really do look beautiful,â he vowed.Â
Fuck, you internally cursed.
You tried not to look into his eyes while you fumbled with your dress. âThank you, Bucky.â You quickly shifted the conversation. âIf he doesnât settle then text me, okay? My phone will be on loud and Iâll answer straight awayââÂ
âAs much as Iâ We would like you home, Iâm sure weâll survive without you for a couple of hours,â Bucky said, recovering from his hiccup smoothly.Â
Your gazes met â you had always gotten lost in his eyes and even all these years later nothing had changed.Â
Snapping out of your reverie, you shook your head and unlocked the door. âIâll umâ Iâll be back later.âÂ
Before you could leave, Bucky caught your hand. âHave fun, Doll.âÂ
And with all the strength you had, you delicately took your hand out of his, taking note of the tan line of where his wedding ring used to sit. âBye, James.âÂ
The date went as expected.Â
Your company for the night wasnât a problem at all. In fact, this was the third date you had both been on together. However, the spark you had so badly tried to ignite through bland conversations and one already ringed out similar interest fell short.Â
Every date you had been on since your divorce with Bucky seemed to lack a certain something for you. Although in recent light, you had come to terms with the fact you that no oneâs eyes had the same shade of blue you were familiar with. Or made your heart jump in your chest from excited nerves years after your first meeting.Â
Simply, you hated the fact you compared every single man to Bucky.Â
With a sigh, you unlocked your door, careful to make as little noise as possible as you walked into your home. It was quiet, almost silent, apart from those damned footsteps that eased the weight off your chest and yet caused goosebumps to cascade down the bare skin of your arms. Â
Bucky rounded the corner from your kitchen to the open plan living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand in the orange hue of the darkness, provided by a single lit lamp.Â
âHey,â he greeted you, the expression on his face imperceptible. âHow was your date?âÂ
You cleared your throat, struggling to keep your composure from the sight of his tight black T-shirt and denim jeans that deliciously hugged his thighs. âUm yeahâ it wasâ it was okay.âÂ
Bucky raised an eyebrow in skepticism. âJust okay?â He laughed. âCome on, give me more than that.â
You sighed in defeat. âI told him it was best if we didnât see each other anymore.âÂ
Unfortunately, there was only so much of a facade you could fake until it became noticeable to your date. It was an amicable decision with no hard feelings. But, it didnât help to settle the confusing thoughts in your head.Â
Bucky took a swig of his drink, placing it on the hallway side table before he began slowly pacing towards you.Â
You couldnât discern the look in his eyes, the way they feasted on your thighs or your waist. Backing up against the door until you physically couldnât break free from the heat of his gaze, you could only watch as Bucky drew closer, right until you were a breath apart.Â
He brought an arm up, over the top of your head to lean against the door. âAny reason why?â he asked, a husk to his tone that granted you no favours.Â
A sudden pulse shot through your nerves, the ache between your thighs intense. It took everything in you to not rub them together. He would notice that you were sure of.Â
Desperate to escape what was sure to be a dangerous situation, you quickly slid out of his invisible hold and hastily made your way to the kitchen to pour your own drink. Bucky joined you only seconds later.Â
âHow was cupcake?â you asked instead, attempting to switch the conversation to a safe topic. âI hope he didnât cause you too much trouble.âÂ
âHe was good as gold,â he instantly replied, staring you down. A beat later, âHe whined about the ice cream situation, but I promised Iâd take him out for it tomorrow and he was out like a light â we had fun.âÂ
You slightly faltered as you poured the whiskey into a second glass. You didnât miss his small innuendo of spending more time together. Â
âThanks for looking after him tonight. I know it was pretty useless anyway, butââÂ
Bucky trapped you against the counter as he placed his hand over yours, his deep baritone rumbling in your ears. âDonât thank me for looking after my own son, you know Iâd do it all the time if I could.â He took a deep breath. âIf you would let me.âÂ
No. You couldnât do this.Â
You immediately dropped the bottle of whiskey onto the kitchen countertop, ripping yourself away from his touch to walk away.Â
Bucky reached out as he followed you. âBabydollââÂ
âDonât fucking call me that,â you scolded, fury in your voice.Â
Bucky however, wasnât deterred. âDoll.â
âNoââ
âWill you justââ he caught you with a firm grip and spun you around to face him. âWill you stop running away from me.âÂ
The two of you were out of breath from sudden adrenaline, harshly breathing into each other's mouths. The look in Buckyâs eyes was wild, untamed â tortured.
âTell me youâve never thought about it â us getting back together.â He gripped onto your arms, his eyes flicking between yours. âTell me Iâm delusional and Iâll walk out that door right now and weâll never speak of this again.âÂ
The ache in his voice broke your heart as much as the day you signed the divorce papers.Â
âBuckyââÂ
âPlease.â He cupped your face with his hands, glancing between your eyes and your lips while his thumb slowly rubbed over them. âIâm a desperate man, baby. Iâm desperate for you.âÂ
You gulped, emotion bubbling over into your voice. âWe broke up, Bucky. Weâre divorced.âÂ
He laughed wetly, but there was no humour in his tone. âAnd that means we canât try again?âÂ
The reasons for your separation seemed to blur under his stare. All the ways you werenât good for each other leaving your mind and only making room for the good.Â
âWhere the hell is this coming from, Bucky?â You deflected once again.Â
Your hands shook as he leaned his forehead against yours. âI canât stand the thought of seeing you go out with another man again,â he whispered, painfully. âItâs killing me, Babydoll. It should be me.âÂ
Tears rushed over your cheeks, you were too overwhelmed to hold them back any longer. You sniffled as you glanced down the hall where you son currently lied fast asleep and obvlious. âI canât hurt our son, Bucky â I canât.âÂ
He smiled sadly at you, the crinkle in his eyes ever present but they only made you swoon for him even more. âThereâs a reason all those dates donât ever work out.âÂ
You couldnât hear it, couldnât take what he was trying to say. âStop it.âÂ
âI know youâve been holding back as much as I have.âÂ
He was pushing you, like he always did and as much as you wanted to curse him, it was working. âPlease donât make meââ
The point of no return came in the form of your most hidden secret spilling from Buckyâs lips. âYou still love me, Babydoll.â
Ice ran through your veins, hearing those words out loud that you hadnât dared let yourself believe. Your mouth gaped open, unable to find the words to deny his accusations until your tether broke.Â
âFine! Iâm ruined for anyone else!â you shouted, frustrated and scared â a wild animal trapped in a corner. âYouâve ruined me â is that what you want to hear?â
His plump lips, soft and pink curled up. âItâs exactly what I want to hear.âÂ
Leaping forward, Bucky crashed his lips against yours.Â
He was feverish as you both collided into each other. His hands, unrelenting yet gentle mapped out each and every slope of your body as you stood in the living room, feeling each other for the first time in years.Â
âFuck,â he groaned between kisses. âFuck, Iâve missed you, baby.âÂ
Your head spun, dizzy with want. You hadnât been touched in so long by anyone, never mind your ex-husband and your heart pounded erratically with nerves, excitement and longing.Â
Slipping his tongue into your mouth, Bucky kissed you like he was starved, as though you were his only salvation. He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging it harshly to pull you closer to him even though there was no longer any distance between the two of you.Â
âYouâve got no idea how bad I need you,â he whined into your mouth. âNeed to fuckinââ I just need you.âÂ
Without you realising, Bucky had pushed you up against the nearest wall and even through denim jeans you could feel the hard shape of his cock while he unabashedly grinded against you.Â
You broke for air, gasping as oxygen rushed to your lungs. âYou have me, Bucky.â He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck as you panted, desperate to stain your skin with any trace of him. âYou can have anything you want.âÂ
He growled, a sound that caused a gush of wetness to soak your panties. âThatâs a dangerous thing to say to me, sweetheart.âÂ
Ripping away from you, he grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the laundry room on the other side of your house. You struggled to keep up with his fast strides in your heels, but you just about managed as he shoved you through the door and locked it behind him.Â
His back was turned to you for a while and you stood nervously fidgeting, waiting for him to face you. His back rose and fell with breathless heaves, as though he was holding back â a feral beast ready to pounce.Â
âBabydoll,â he said suddenly, rough and graveled. âI need to know you want this before I fuck the shit out of you.âÂ
Holy fuck, the mouth on this man. Your mouth grew dry while you struggled to think clearly in his aura. âIâ I doââ you stuttered, lamely.
He slowly turned around, a wolfish gleam in his eyes with adrenaline surging through his veins. He was tense as he took a deep breath. âSay it like you mean it.âÂ
When you stayed quiet, too hazy to speak, Bucky stalked towards you, lifting your chin up to look him directly in his eyes. âSay. It.â
Closing your eyes, you cleared your mind and swallowed before whispering, âI want you to fuck me until I canât remember my name, Bucky.âÂ
He smirked, the kind you knew all too well â deadly. âAttaâ girl.âÂ
You sqeauled as he suddenly hiked you up into his arms, hands under your thighs so he could place you on top of the washing machine. Laundry detergents and other products you didnât care to take note of fell from the shelves around you as he pounced on you once again, devouring you whole with his sinful lips.Â
âDo you know how much Iâve had to restrain myself, Doll â Mm?â he pressed, covering every inch of bare skin you had to offer with his kisses. âHow fuckinâ hard itâs been to not drag you back in the house and take you right then while you get dressed up for someone else?âÂ
You did. Because you understood more than anyone the pain of having to force yourself away from Bucky when all you had ever wanted was him.Â
He unbuckled his belt, the telltale sound of the leather snapping against his hands and the jingle of metal sent bolts of electricity straight to your cunt. Â
Your mind couldnât keep up, your vision blurry with the sudden turn of events. All you knew was that you needed Bucky.Â
âHurry, baby. Please,â you whined.Â
Bucky groaned with delight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he bit his swollen bottom lip. âOh, how Iâve missed you begging for me, pretty mama.âÂ
Rushing to take off his belt, he slid the material through the loops of his jeans and threw it on the floor, not long after hurrying to unzip his fly and shuffle his pants down along with his underwear.
The tip of his cock peaked out of his black briefs and instantly you let out a high pitched moan, even shocking Bucky enough to look back up at you drooling over him.Â
âOh, sweetheart,â he cooed, slightly condescending. âDonât you worry, Daddyâs gonna take care of you.âÂ
Bucky revealed the entirety of his cock, the length just as long as you remembered and the girth as thick as you had imagined in your nights alone with your toys that couldnât compare.Â
The slight curve that you could feel the ghost of pleasure from to this day caused you to bite your lip and squirm in your place.Â
Without waiting for Bucky, you began shifting the bottom of your dress up your thighs, too impatient to wait for him to undress you. It gave you immense satisfaction when he followed the material, slowly revealing more of your skin. His mouth gaped open while he fell to his knees, the thud that sounded surely must have hurt, but there was no other expression on his face than greed.Â
You stopped your dress just before Bucky could peak at your red panties and you almost laughed when his head shot up, aghast that you had interrupted the show.Â
The power you held, you smirked. âYou want more, Daddy?âÂ
Bucky dropped his head onto your thighs, his breath travelling up to your covered mound â your eyes fluttered, though you kept your breathing steady to not seem so desperate.Â
Stroking your fingers through his fluffy hair, you murmured low, âDoes it hurt to know my pussy is right here and you canât have it?âÂ
You felt his muscles quickly lock up, his head snapping up to you with a speed that was frightening and exhilarating all at once. The blue of his irises darkened, dilating as he chuckled, âYouâre very much mistaken, sweetheart. Because this pussy right here,â he shoved your dress up, spread your legs and breathed into you. âSheâs mine, baby girl. And youâve kept her from me long enough.âÂ
A chilled blast of air hit you as Bucky tore your panties from your waist and held them up. âYou wore these slutty panties for that fucker, huh?âÂ
You gasped in shock when he brought them to his nose and inhaled the gusset deeply. He grunted as he closed his eyes in bliss. âCosâ Iâm pretty sure Iâm the one whoâs got you this soaked.âÂ
Your keens amused him greatly. âBuckyââÂ
âThatâs right, mama,â he laughed with pride. âMy name sounds so damn heavenly coming from your lips.âÂ
Bucky pocketed your underwear, not caring to be discreet and his thumbs came up to your cunt to spread you open to his eager eyes. âMy god, baby,â he gasped in awe. Your hole clenched at the vulgar display. âYouâre just as tight as the last time I had you.âÂ
He tested a finger over your folds, running it through the embarrassing amount of slick that coated you.Â
âNo one,â you breathed, shaking your head while willing your scrambled thoughts to formulate into words. âThereâs beenâ there hasnâtââÂ
Bucky looked up at you from his knelt position, a small slither of vulnerability shining through his lust-hooded eyes. âJust me?âÂ
You gulped and nodded, staring into his wide blues with honesty. âJust you.â
A moment passed between you. The charged air filtered down to that spark that had always been buried through the heartbreak you both endured in your divorce.Â
Bucky swallowed before placing a single kiss to the inside of your knee. âThen let me make up for that.âÂ
You leaned your head back against the shelf behind you as his lips traveled up the meat of your thighs, yelping each time he gently bit you.Â
He murmured obscenities you could barely respond to as he edged closer to your pussy. You offered yourself freely, on a platter, as your legs opened even wider for him â the only man who ever truly owned you.Â
His lips whispered over your mound, a hint for what was about to come. âIâve been waiting to taste you again for years.âÂ
You moaned aloud, unhinged and unapologetic while Bucky licked a fat stripe up your cunt. Your nerves were alight with pure fire and you instantly grabbed onto the back of his head to push him further into you.Â
You didnât care if the action was needy â one single touch of him and you were a goner once again.Â
He feasted on you, not coming up for air as he switched between sucking your clit and slurping your juices. âOh my godâ Bucky, baby you gottaâ holy fuck.â Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Bucky wrapped his thick arms around your thighs and dragged you closer to him â all too happy to suffocate between your legs. âSweet as a fuckinâ apple pie,â he murmured into you, the vibrations only deepening your pleasure.Â
Looking down at him, his eyes were homed in on you, watching your every expression. They were blown out, wild while strands of his hair stuck out in every direction.Â
Pulling away slightly, his heavy pants blew over your throbbing clit. âDaddy makinâ you feel good, Babydoll?âÂ
You hardly had time to reply as he immediately shoved his tongue into your clenching hole and fucked you with it.Â
âBucky!â you screamed to the ceiling. However, a harsh slap delivered to your thigh snapped you back to sense.Â
âYou know thatâs not what you call me,â he barked.Â
Whining, you corrected yourself. âDaddy, please!âÂ
You felt his smirk plastered over your pussy as he hummed into you, âThereâs my good girl.âÂ
Your legs began to shake as you felt your climax creep to the surface and Bucky only doubled down with his sinful tongue that you somehow had forgotten he was way too talented with.Â
âIâm close,â you whispered as your vision began to blur. âSo close â please, please donât stop.âÂ
Bucky continued his ministrations while your pussy fluttered around his tongue. Your release was within reaching distance and you gripped the washing machine, ready to let go until suddenly his presence was gone.Â
You almost fell forward before you caught yourself with your remaining strength. The pent up tension that was wound in your stomach hadnât loosened and it took you a second to realise you hadnât cum.Â
âWâwhat?â you mumbled shakily as you blinked your eyes open. Bucky stood there, his cock pulsing and viciously purple, with a smirk on his face, wiping his slick covered mouth with his arm. It disorientated you.Â
âI havenâtââ you swallowed the dryness of your mouth. âYou didnât make meââÂ
Buckyâs cock bobbed as he closed the distance between you, dizzying you even further with a passionate kiss. âNo I didnât, baby.âÂ
You whimpered in despair, the ache worsening. âBut Daddyââ
âNu-uh,â he breathed while lining his cock against your hole. âYouâre only gonna fuckinâ cum when I say you can.â
Recklessly, Bucky pushed his full length into your pussy. You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into him as the sheer size of his thick cock winded you enough to wail out.Â
âShit,â he cursed, a strain in his voice as he firmly gripped your hips. âFuckinâ hellâ Babydoll, how the fuck are you still so tight.âÂ
Impatiently, you fidgeted. Whether it was to escape how full he made you or try and force him deeper into your cunt you werenât sure. All of it was too overwhelming to process.
âI canât,â you shook your head, tears building over your glassy eyes. âYouâre too bigâ Bucky, I canâtââÂ
âYes you can,â he declared with conviction while he lifted your gaze to him. âYou can take it, sweetheart.âÂ
Slowly, Bucky began to ease out of your cunt. His cock was coated with your wetness and he moaned deeply at the sight. He grinded back into you, his curved tip hitting every sensitive spot.Â
âThere we go,â he brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, praising you. âTaking my cock so good, Babydoll. Just like always.âÂ
His touch was familiar, yet new â all consuming and claiming â and you melted into him, smothering his neck with a litany of kisses as he continued to gently thrust his cock into you.Â
âMâMissed you,â you confessed, drunk from lust and emotion. âMissed you so much, Bucky.âÂ
The motion of his hips sped up as he began pounding into you with more force. âYeah? You missed being a sweet little wife for me?â He taunted with an evil grin. âYou loved being Daddyâs little slut, didnât you?âÂ
âMhmâ Always your slut, Daddy!â You sobbed into his skin.Â
His pace turned unrelenting, fierce after too much lost time. He fucked you as though he would be left out to dry after he was done.Â
Grabbing your cheeks, he leaned his forehead against yours. âYouâre mine, Babydoll,â he grunted. âDonât care whoâs fuckinâ taking you on dates. You belong to me.âÂ
Nodding your head, you fell mute, mouth gaped wide as you felt the knot begin to build up in your stomach once more.Â
Bucky looked down to watch his dick glisten with your slick. The obscene sounds created from the amount of your juices leaking out only caused his cock to throb. Your cunt squelched with each thrust he made. But it wasnât enough for him.Â
Gathering saliva in his mouth, Bucky spat to where the two of you connected, groaning as it clung to your pussy and stringed out with his motions.Â
Your squeals of pleasure began to get louder as the coil tightened, âIâm gonnaââÂ
Before you could rush the words out, Bucky pleaded, âTell me you love me.âÂ
Your eyes snapped up to his, more alert now. He didnât falter, only fucked you with more abandon.Â
âTell me you love me,â he repeated once more, a demand this time.
âBucky, IââÂ
âI know you do, Doll.â His hips started to twitch, his telltale sign that he was also close to cumming. However, you had an inclination that he wouldnât let himself go until you gave him what you wanted. âI know you remember how good it used to be. Let me come home and Iâll fuck you this good whenever you want.âÂ
You gurgled around his fingers as he suddenly shoved them into your mouth, collecting the drool gathered on your tongue to bring them down to your clit. He didnât ease them against you, instead rubbing tight circles rapidly, bringing you closer to the edge faster.Â
It was impossible to escape his dark eyes or the fierce hold of his hand at the back of your neck. âFeels so fucking good, Daddy!â you blurted.
âI know, mama,â he assured as he drove his cock into you even harder. âYour cunt feels like heaven.âÂ
âI wanna cum,â you cried. âI need to cum.âÂ
âYou know what youâve gotta do then, donât you, Babydoll?âÂ
You squeezed your eyes closed. The pleasure started to blend into a mix of pain and you were only slightly ashamed that it only turned you on more. âIââÂ
âCome on, baby. Give me what I want.â A few more punishing thrusts and you were treading the line of your impending orgasm. Your thighs shook violently and beads of sweat dripped down your chest. But when Bucky grounded out his next words, you fell apart. âBe a good wife for Daddy and tell me the truth.âÂ
You couldnât hold back any longer, the balance of your orgasm tipping over along with the truth you tried to withhold. âI love you, Bucky!âÂ
Instantly, you felt the pulse of Buckyâs cock, a warm shoot of his load filling your cunt while you silently screamed and shook with the intensity of your climax.Â
Everything fell deaf to your ears as you fought to catch your breath, slumping against Bucky. His heavy breaths blew your stray hairs sticking out from the sweat gathered on your head while his hips continued to slowly pump into you from the aftershocks of his own orgasm.Â
You were brought back to the present with the gentle touch of his lips pressing against your cheeks, kissing your skin delicately. âHey there, Babydoll.âÂ
While you would have normally been nervous, the energy that he had drained you of allowed your inhibitions and walls to crumble, leaving you to smile drunkenly at him. âHi,â you whispered.Â
Bucky checked you over, darting his eyes over your face. âYou feeling okay?âÂ
âMhm,â you mumbled, bringing your thumb up to swipe over his stubble you had always been fond of. âFreshly fucked and never better.âÂ
The corner of his lips curved up, a small mirth of laughter escaping him. He licked his lips and you detected a hint of nerves that crossed over his features. âI umâ Iâm sorry if IââÂ
You placed your pointer finger over his lips, shushing him. âYou didnât go too rough.â Slowly, you brought your finger down, hooking it into the collar of his shirt. âI enjoyed myself.âÂ
âGood.â He brought one of your hands up to his mouth to kiss the palm of your hand. âGood.âÂ
The two of you barely noticed his length still deep in you. All that you cared for was the weight suddenly released from your chest.Â
âDid you mean it?â Bucky asked, cutting through the peaceful silence. He was defenseless, all guards down with a shimmer of hope twinkling in his ocean eyes.Â
You knew exactly what he was referring to and you inhaled deeply before you replied, âI did.âÂ
He swallowed thickly, his emotion clear though his bright eyes. âI love you too â so fuckinâ much.â He nuzzled into your neck as your hand held him close to you. âIâve missed you.âÂ
A lump gathered in your throat once more. Breathing in Buckyâs scent freely, without guilt this time, you sunk into his embrace even further.Â
âCan I come home?â he whispered into your skin, a desperate plea. âIâll do whatever you want â Iâll go to counseling with you, we can take things slow. I just need you back, Babydoll.âÂ
The answer was simple. You knew in your heart there was no one else for you, no one better. No matter your differences, everything would always lead back to Bucky and you were willing to give the two of you a second chance.Â
âOkay,â you answered softly.Â
His head shot up, eyes wide and red from the tears you felt gathering on your neck. âOkay?â he repeated hopefully.Â
You smiled, kissing him gently on the lips before you muttered, âCome back home, baby.â
The pan sizzled on the stove as you cooked the last pancake, a stack already piled high on the counter next to you for breakfast.Â
Music played softly on the radio and you swayed your hips side to side, covered by a long T-shirt, while you hummed to yourself.Â
You were interrupted from your task when a pair of thick arms wrapped around your middle, hugging you from behind tightly. âYknow, I could have had my breakfast in bed,â Bucky grumbled into your ear, his deep morning voice causing your eyes to slightly flutter.Â
You huffed a laugh before you mumbled, âI bet you could, greedy.âÂ
The bristles of his trimmed beard tickled your skin as he playfully nibbled your neck. âCanât exactly blame a man when his woman tastes so sweet, Babydoll.âÂ
Your head started to feel heavy as you gave into his kisses, leaning back into his hold and opening yourself up for him.Â
âThereâs a good girl,â Bucky praised you. âYou just let Daddyââ
Peaking an eye open, you watched as his hand crept forward, about to pinch a pancake from the pile. He yelped as you swatted his hand away, a pout on his lips while you grinned.Â
âNice try, Daddy,â you teased, smugly.Â
Before Bucky could retort back, a sluggish set of small footsteps sounded over the floorboards and you whipped around to find your son, still sleepy, making his way to the dining table.Â
âMorning, cupcake!â you greeted him cheerfully.Â
With difficulty, he climbed his way onto one of the chairs, huffing with the effort and sinking down once comfortable. He looked towards you, blinking the sleep from his eyes. âMorninâ, mamaââÂ
Frowning, your son looked towards Bucky, finally noticing him too. âDadda?â he asked, confused.Â
âHey, pal.â Bucky treaded, carefully.Â
Your sonâs gaze fell to the lack of distance between you and Bucky, his hand still lingering on your waist. Keeping your composure, you waited nervously for his reaction.Â
âHe treat you good, mama?â he asked all so innocently with a hint of fierceness in his bright blue eyes.Â
You watched with bated breath as Bucky stepped towards him, leaning over the table with his palm up to your son. âIâm gonna take good care of mama, â he promised with sincerity.Â
Your son deliberated for a moment before nodding his head and reached out to hold his Dadâs hand. âOkay, can I have pancakes now?âÂ
You sighed a breath of relief. âOf course, baby.âÂ
It was silent for a moment, in your small kitchen while you plated up breakfast for your family. Bucky and you shared an intimate smile until your son spoke up once again. âJust donât forget about the ice cream you promised me.âÂ
Laughter filled the entirety of the kitchen, a home once again bathed in love â your perfect little family.Â
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