Sam: Why Is Bucky Sitting On Steve's Lap Frowning?

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The fact Bucky took his date to a science expo was so nerdy and hot of him.

OML i need bucky in the forest rn

In The Woods

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word Count: 8,769

Warnings: Smut, excessive camping details (not sorry), felatio, teasing, idiots to lovers, and Bucky being a whole slut.

Listening to: Love You Madly by Cake

Summary: You like camping and Bucky does not understand why, so he tags along on your next trip.

Author's Note: THIS IS A REPOST. And it's my work, I can do what I want with it. So, if this is giving you that deja vu feeling, it's because I posted this on 01/23/23 at 5:30pm CST. only time I'm warning about that.. if I do another.. we're calling it a Repost Party. LFG.

Shaking your head as you swallowed the mouthful of cheap red wine, you finally were able to say, “You are so fucking wrong.”

“Camping is boring and miserable,” Bucky said with a shrug, then glared at you, “Doesn’t matter how you try to dress it up; not having access to a toilet just isn’t how I spend my downtime.”

“Okay, first: gross,” you say as you set the now empty glass down. You lean forward and wave at the bartender before turning back to Bucky and explaining, “Your only experience was in the dark ages or during Dubya-Dubya two. Neither of which is what I do, and I have a great time, even without indoor plumbing.”

By the time you were leaving the bar and heading back to the compound, Bucky was going to be joining you on your next solo camping trip. You weren’t quite sure how this happened, but it is what it is. 

You really did love camping and went as often as you could, usually on solo trips. Getting away from the compound and all the nonsense it involved was a necessity. If you could, you’d live in the woods, but you didn’t have that option yet. Your big dream was building your own cabin, and you knew you’d get to that eventually as long as you didn’t die on a mission. For now, going out to the land that Tony let you use every couple of weeks was enough to take the edge off and make the superhero nonsense worth it. 

🐌

Stiffly sitting in the passenger seat, Bucky was nervous. He’d seen how little you’d packed, the majority of which was food, and didn’t think he’d be able to endure a whole weekend in the middle of the woods. Sleeping on the ground wouldn’t be an issue, but he didn’t know how you managed to get everything you needed into such a small backpack. 

The loud music that you were singing along to wasn’t bad, though. Plus, you had packed enough alcohol for both of you to drink, even getting some Asgardian stuff from Thor so Bucky could ‘properly enjoy camping’, as you put it. He wasn’t even sure how this had started, but he’d agreed, and it was too late to go back now.

You tapped the steering wheel, dancing a little in your seat. Bucky had never seen you like this, and it was why he was nervous. You always seemed to be in a better mood when you came back from these trips, but not like the giddy creature sitting next to him currently speeding down the highway. 

He didn’t mind; if anything, he liked seeing a new side to you after working with you for so long, but it had him worrying about screwing this up or making it weird. On the very unlikely chance that he enjoyed this, he didn’t want to make it, so he couldn’t come again. Not as often as you went, but maybe a couple of times in the summer would be nice, assuming that camping with you wasn’t as awful as his other experiences. 

Toward the end of the drive, you pulled off to take him to your usual lunch spot: some sketchy-looking drive-in on the side of the almost deserted highway. Bucky didn’t realize drive-ins were still a thing or that you’d insist on going. 

“What do you want?” you asked, grinning as you turned down the music for the first time since starting the trip. 

Bucky shrugged, “A couple burgers? Doesn’t look like they have much else.”

Ordering enough food to feed two super soldiers, even though Bucky was the only one in the car, he was taken aback by how quickly you ate. Finishing two cheeseburgers and your own bag of fries before him, you were back on the road, still happily sipping on the strawberry shake you’d ordered. 

Bucky had anticipated trying to make small talk or gossiping, but you didn’t seem interested in that. The first time you’d spoken to him since gassing up the car was asking what he wanted for lunch, almost four hours into the trip. His expectations had been tossed aside as he tried to enjoy the music and not have to force conversation. 

🐌

Pulling off the dirt road and parking the car, you turned to Bucky and smiled as you killed the engine and got out. You didn’t bother locking the doors; no one else was around out here. Tony had a house a couple of miles south, but you stayed far away from that. No need to give Morgan ideas about the fort you were building. Maybe when she got a little older, Tony would let you take her out and build one of her own. That was how you learned all this stuff, and you had been going camping with your family since you were able to walk.

You connected one of your earbuds, popped it in your ear, and pulled open the hatch on the back of your car. Shouldering your backpack, you left the food in the back of the car since it was cool outside and started walking to a spot that would work for the tent. You didn’t want to freak Bucky out by making him sleep outside without a tent, even if he’d slept in worse places. Better to make this as user-friendly as you can for his first time camping for fun. 

“What’s the plan?” Bucky asked as he walked a little ahead of you. 

He sounded uncomfortable and was walking too fast. Nothing about being out here was about moving that fast. You had to run around like an idiot and jump off buildings to earn a paycheck, so you had no intention of moving faster than a casual stroll until you were back at work. 

You sighed before you said, “No plan, really. Need to get the things setup; then I’m going to go work on my fort.”

It didn’t take long to set up the tent, even with Bucky trying to take over. Any time he would reach to grab one of the rods or a stake, you let him have it. If he wanted to rush through things, that was his problem. Eventually, he’d see that it was about enjoying the process and not getting as much done as possible. You weren’t interested in mindfulness or living in the moment, but you did like moving at a more natural pace and not being shot at. 

Once the tent was done, Bucky looked over at you like he was awaiting orders. He brushed his hands off on his pants before he asked, “What next?”

You zipped the tent up after grabbing the gear you’d need: your ax, pocket knife, folding saw, and a bundle of cord. With your eyebrows raised, you walked past him and patted his shoulder, “Whatever you want, big boy.”

He turned but didn’t follow you as he asked more silly questions, “Where are you going?”

“Fort time!” you shouted, holding your ax over your head as you walked into the woods, putting your other earbud in.

Your fort was less than 200 feet from where you’d set up camp, but you did need to do some maintenance before picking what to work on first. A few of the supports were loose, and you needed to be cautious about how much of the cord you used. You had certain rules about fort building and camping that you’d picked up from your dad, namely: only bring what you need, no going back for extra, don’t leave nature worse than before you were there, and don’t cut down any trees if you can avoid it.

By the time you got the maintenance done, you were looking for deadfall and not finding much. Making larger and larger circles around your fort, you were getting worried. It was fall, and you never used every dead tree. Other animals and plants in the woods needed the deadfall, and it was important to leave some behind. 

You had planned on redoing the roof this weekend, but that wasn’t going to happen now. Confused, you walked back to where you’d set up camp and saw something you hadn’t expected. The closer you got, the more interested you were: Bucky was chopping wood. 

Pulling your earbuds out, you popped them in the case and then shoved them in your pocket as the disappearing deadfall mystery was quickly solved. You stopped near Bucky and watched as he split the last long piece in half. Not going to be working on your fort at all this time or for a while.

As he bent to pull one half over the spot he’d chosen to use as a chopping block, he finally noticed you. Standing up and nodding at you, he said, “Figured you’d be at your treehouse for a while.”

“It’s a fort, and, uh….” you didn’t want to discourage him but weren’t sure how to explain that he’d completely stripped a rather large area of an important resource. Exhaling sharply, you tried to think of how your dad would have handled this. 

Bucky looked concerned as he asked, “Something wrong?”

“No, not really, just—” you sighed. He wasn’t going to be coming out here again anyway. No point in raining on his parade since it wasn't the end of the world. Shaking your head, you said, “It’s nothing, just finished sooner than I thought.”

“That’s good,” he said, and you could see him getting ready to ask another question. 

Cutting him off, you put your sharp and pointy things away except for your pocket knife and said, “I’m gonna go out on the lake for a while.”

Bucky gave up on being a lumberjack, slamming your larger ax into a log before following you, “It’s too cold to go swimming, isn’t it?”

“Not going swimming,” you said, pointing at the shed Tony had let you put up out here, “Canoe.”

“Oh. Have fun,” Bucky said, sounding less than pleased as you walked away again. 

Bucky had insisted that he knew how to do this, and it was pretty obvious he didn’t know how to relax. You had even gone as far as listing some different activities for him to do, which he seemed somewhat interested in. You didn’t think he’d want to do things together, but maybe you’d been wrong. 

Shrugging it off, Bucky was a grown-ass man who had proved he was more than capable of asking for what he wanted. You didn’t need to coddle him if he didn’t have the balls to ask to join you while you looked up. Staring up at the sky, regardless of the time, was the best. If you had your music and something nice to think about, even better.

🐌

Bucky stepped on the last rock, pushing it down into the ground as much as he could before taking a seat on one of the larger logs he’d found. Looking out at the lake for at least the hundredth time, he saw your canoe and you lying down in it. He didn’t think anything was wrong or that you’d fallen asleep, but he didn’t understand why you’d lay in a canoe in the middle of a lake for this long. Maybe he had intruded or ruined something, but you were too polite to say anything. 

Instead of staring at you, which felt an awful lot like spying or peeping, he started stacking up the wood he’d cut again in a better spot and a little neater this time. If you weren’t back when he was done with that, then he’d go down to the shore and see if he could get your attention. 

Bucky didn’t like this. The fresh air and knowing that there wasn’t anything out here, but a bunch of squirrels and birds was great and all, but what was he supposed to do? Yes, you’d explained a number of things he could do, and you’d offered to show him some stuff, but he’d turned it all down. He didn’t want to encroach on your alone time and thought that was the right decision. 

Now that he was out here, he could feel how much he was imposing on you. Clearly, coming out here was something you did alone. He didn’t even remember how the stupid argument had started or how it led to him stacking old, dead wood in a pile for a second time, but he knew why he did this. Bucky was usually able to ignore his feelings, even though he wasn’t supposed to, but being out here with you had him dealing with something he had been avoiding. 

It’s the same reason he’d argue with you at the bar or hope he got paired with you on missions. He was too old for any of this and knew that he was not your type. You’d definitely had eyes for Steve, or you did at one point. Bucky and Steve had always been very different physically. Not that Bucky even bothered getting bent out of shape over this; he was past all that stuff now, even if certain parts of him disagreed with his complacency. 

Instead of bothering you, he would figure out how to entertain himself. Once you come back, he’d even suggest that you camp how you normally would and just pretend he wasn’t there, making this as easy on you as possible. He knew you didn’t use a tent; you probably slept in your treehouse, so he could take the tent. If you needed the tent, then he was fine sleeping in the car. 

By the time you were dragging your canoe on shore and flipping it over, Bucky had made up his mind about how to fix this: he’d leave. You didn’t need him here, and he didn’t want to force you. At some point tonight, he’d bring up having you call someone to come get him; it was for the best.

🐌

Walking back to the tent, you were growing concerned. Bucky was sitting on a log and staring at the small fire he’d made, looking like he was about to cry or throw up; it was hard to tell with him sometimes. 

As you got closer, he looked up and had a tight, forced smile on his face before going back to the fire. The sun hadn’t gone down yet, but if he liked fire, then you weren’t going to complain about the nice coal base he was making.

“How’s it going?” you asked, hoping that he wasn’t as miserable as he looked.

Bucky cleared his throat before replying, “Good.”

Lies and slander, you thought as you went to the tent. Kneeling at the entrance, you grabbed your backpack and started digging. Pulling out your basic cooking stuff and the two compact chairs you’d purchased for this trip, you headed back to the fire. You set everything on the ground and started putting the first chair together as you said optimistically, “You got enough wood for a week out here.”

“Yeah…” he said as he turned and looked at the impressive stack anxiously.

“It’ll get used, no worries,” you said as you finished one chair and moved on to the next. Once you had both done, you picked them up and walked over to Bucky. Tapping the log he was sitting on with your foot, you held a chair out as you asked, “Hungry?”

Thankfully he took the chair, and when you pulled out the cooking grate from the pouch, he was curious again. It was almost like being with a kid with all the questions he asked, but when the steaks were brought out, he was back to being a very hungry super soldier. 

“I don’t normally bring this kinda food, but it’s a nice break,” you said as you arranged the coals and put the grate over a good spot. 

“What do you normally eat out here?” he asked, leaning forward and watching as you seasoned both steaks before putting them on the fire. 

Wiping your hands off on the towel tied to your belt, you shrugged, “Dehydrated stuff, like an MRE, or I’ll fish.”

Once he had food in him, Bucky seemed less sullen. You didn’t want to pester him about his feelings; you knew better than that. He never came back from therapy in a good mood, and you were far from a psychiatrist. Chatting a little as he kept the fire going, you were mostly silent as the sun started to go down. 

Slapping your hands on your knees after a long stretch of silence, you leaned forward and asked, “The sun's finally going down. Do you want the surprise or a drink first?”

He didn’t reply right away, narrowing his eyes at you before he said, “Not to be rude, but I’d rather not have any surprises.”

“Same time, then,” you said cheerily, not letting his perpetual bad mood affect you as you got up to go to the car. 

It was parked a decent way away from where you’d set things up, but it was a nice walk. You grabbed the two paper bags; one had the alcohol, and the other you’d hidden from Bucky. Even if he was being a grump about this, you still wanted to do the little stuff your parents and friends did. Never anything too crazy, but whenever you had someone new, then what you had in the other bag was necessary, along with alcohol if they were an adult. The first time camping wasn’t always pleasant for some people who weren’t used to being outside all night, but you’d yet to find someone immune to this particular treat. On your way back, you grabbed a nice stick and debated on whether or not you should tell Bucky about what you’d named the stick.

Handing him the flask of Asgardian liquor, you took out your bottle of wine but put the other paper bag next to your chair away from him. Bucky was watching you closely, and you grinned, “What?”

“Just get it over with,” he said, leaning back too hard in the nylon and aluminum chair and making it creak ominously.

“Nope, you don’t want to enjoy this, so now you can suffer,” you said as you grabbed Pierre, the stick, and started sharpening the tip. Was this a bit much? Yes. Was it also entirely necessary? Absolutely. The look on his face alone made it worth it as you sharpened Pierre. 

Before he was able to panic about what you might do with a sharpened stick, you were digging in the bag next to you. Pulling out two marshmallows, you couldn’t fight the smirk as you stuck them on the pointy end of Pierre. Then you grabbed a graham cracker, snapped it in half, and broke off a piece of chocolate. Setting the almost s’more on the log you’d been using as a small table before holding the stick over the fire. 

You could feel his gaze boring into you as he tried to pretend like he wasn’t dying to ask what you were doing. It took a few minutes of tense silence before the marshmallows were ready. Adjusting your hold on the stick so you could use the two halves of graham cracker to get all the gooey, toasted marshmallow off, you placed the finished s’more on the log before starting the process all over again. 

Once the second one was done, you glanced over at Bucky and giggled. His eyes darted from the s’more on the log up to your face, and he looked so guilty; it was priceless. You let him sulk as you counted to ten in your head before grabbing your bottle of wine. After taking a long drink, you caved and held out the first s’more. He’d had plenty of time to give in, and that wasn’t going to happen, so you took pity on him.

When he didn’t move, you said, “Try it.”

Still silent, he cautiously took the s’more and turned it a few times as he studied it before glancing back at you. You were almost halfway done with yours, leaning back as you happily chewed. Bucky brought it to his face to smell it when you’d finished yours. Before making another s’more for yourself, you got up to grab your Bluetooth speaker from your backpack. 

Sitting back down, you pulled your phone out and got it set up so you wouldn’t have to endure any more of this silence. You didn’t normally listen to music when you were out here and loved how quiet it was, but with him, this felt like torture. Any time you started thinking, he’d sigh or adjust in his seat, and your thoughts would be back on him. Letting your mind drift when Bucky was here wouldn’t end well.  

As difficult as Bucky could be, you thought he was still likable. Maybe too likable. You could never pin down what it was about him because it was never the same thing. One day it would be his eyes; the next, his voice when he’d yell at someone or make little grunting noises while running; then, by the afternoon, it’d be his thighs. You didn’t try to analyze this, just did your best not to make it weird while you were working and enjoy the view, which had been spectacular today. Today it was his back. Perfectly toned, the shirt he’d worn did nothing to hide what was underneath, and it had been on your mind while you stared at the clouds in the canoe. 

🐌

A couple of hours later and you were probably drunk as you finished giggling through another story. Bucky was considering taking the bottle of wine away from you, but he was feeling the effects of the Asgardian liquor and wanted at least two more s’mores. Making them didn’t seem hard, but he wanted the ones you made and didn’t think you’d cooperate without your wine. 

It wasn’t lost on him that you didn’t bring the steak and sweet things out with you but had done this specifically for him. He knew that trying to get someone to come pick him up had been a bad idea, and he was happy he hadn’t done anything other than think about it. 

“But the best thing—nope, sorry,” you cut yourself off, reaching into the paper bag to grab more marshmallows. Then you added, speaking more to yourself or possibly the marshmallows, “Forgot who I was with, and he doesn’t need to know about that.”

“Just tell me,” Bucky said, knowing he shouldn’t take another sip but did anyway. He didn’t get to drink this often and missed this feeling when the sharp edges of reality started getting soft and dull. Screwing the cap back on the flask, he pointed out, “You told me about the skinny dipping and leeches on some guy's balls. Not sure what you could say that could be worse than that.”

You groaned as you held the marshmallows over the fire, “Fine, but you don’t get to be weird about it.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, shaking his head. Bucky wanted to know now because you hadn’t had any qualms about telling him anything else once you started talking. 

Taking a deep breath, you started, “Probably my favorite thing to do when I’m camping is…yeah, I can’t tell you. We aren’t those kinda friends.”

“You have to now,” Bucky said, keeping an eye on the marshmallows, so you didn’t burn them again, “Otherwise, I won’t go camping with you anymore.”

“You don’t want to be camping now,” you said, carefully turning the stick, so the marshmallows heated up evenly, “And after I tell you this, you’ll probably want to leave.”

Bucky was getting more curious and not able to hide it like he usually could. Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, he stared at you and waited. 

You finished making him another s’more, then grabbed the half-drunk second bottle of wine. Glaring at him as you uncorked it and took a generous drink, then you jumped right in, “Sex in the woods. The first time was in high school. I was camping with some friends, we had some alcohol, and one thing led to another….”

This was worse than the leech story but in a very different way. Bucky needed to adjust how he was sitting, and you kept talking, “It’s the one thing I miss about before being recruited. Just going camping with some friends, getting shit-faced, and absolutely railed against a tree.”

Pointedly staring at the fire and trying to keep his face neutral, Bucky didn’t know what to say. He knew that some people on the team had their fun, but even after all the progress he’d made, that was one thing he hadn’t rekindled. Taking care of himself when things came up was one thing, but trying to find someone never seemed right, like he didn’t deserve it. 

He also had the same reasons that the others did: dating was impossible. Tony had Pepper, Nat was with Bruce, Thor had Jane, Wanda Vision, Clint was married, and even Steve had found someone, but no one who was still single tried to date civilians. It would never work, and he felt uncomfortable lying about his age. 

“Too much for you, Buckethead?” you asked, ripping Bucky out of his thoughts.

“What did you—no, just don’t have anything to add to the conversation,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as uncomfortable as he felt. 

Then you gasped, holding your hand over your mouth before saying in a scandalized voice, “You’ve never—”

“I have!” he shouted, realizing that he needed to end this before it got worse. Leaning toward you, he said in a carefully controlled voice, “Just not like that.”

You thought for a moment before you hesitantly said, “But, you’ve done it since… you know, coming back.”

“It’s none of your business, but no, I haven’t,” he said, not sure why he offered that information. 

“Why not?” you asked, looking offended at the mere idea that someone would refrain from sexual activity after being a human weapon for half a century.

All Bucky did was shake his head and focus on the fire. When he reached to grab a couple more logs, you said, “Nothing wrong with it. I guess unless you already have someone, once you're an Avenger, getting laid just isn’t an option.”

That had his mind trying to put something together, but he was buzzed and couldn’t figure it out right away. Bucky knew that the pieces were all there, but they didn’t fit together, and he had no idea what this particular puzzle was supposed to be. 

He hadn’t noticed how long you’d both been quiet until you started talking again, “Not that it’s any of my business, but you’d be surprised how many options you have. Agents alone, it’s staggering.”

Not what he had expected, but he wasn’t too drunk to be rude, “Could say the same about you.”

“Pfft, no man wants to get manhandled,” you said, and if Bucky wasn’t mistaken, there was something like hurt in your voice. 

The pieces were starting to come together, and he knew that letting you think like this about yourself wasn’t right. Adjusting in his chair, s’more uneaten in his hand, Bucky said, “Among the agents, maybe, but I’ve heard a few things.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know about Steve, and he only said that to be nice,” you said, grabbing the wine again. 

Bucky knew for a fact that Steve had not been trying to be nice when you were put on the spot at that party a few months ago. Steve had felt awful about not asking you out when Natasha had told your secret. 

Steve was happy, but Bucky knew that if the two of you were single at the same time, Steve wouldn’t hesitate. It wasn’t until you’d been asked why you didn’t bring a date to that party and Natasha had done what she did that Steve said anything, but this had the final pieces of the puzzle falling into place. 

“Not just Steve,” Bucky offered cryptically, not sure why he didn’t just come out and say what he wanted to say. 

You seemed to be thinking, scrunching your nose before you asked, “Loki?”

Bucky shrugged; he didn’t know much about Loki but wouldn’t put it past him if you asked. He registered that he hadn’t been the first single person you’d thought of but did his best to keep that to himself. After avoiding even a quick look in your direction, he heard your giggle and started to panic. 

“Not happening, Buckingham,” you said as you grabbed your phone. The song changed abruptly before you added, “I don’t need your charity.”

“Charity?” Bucky asked, but you were standing and picking up your bottle of wine. When you grabbed your phone and the speaker, Bucky was up and said, “You aren’t running off again. You’ve had too much—”

“You aren’t the boss of me,” you said confidently as you almost dropped your phone. Shoving it in your pocket, you added, “I’m going to the dock and look up.”

🐌

You didn’t know how long you’d been laying on the dock with Bucky, but you also weren’t thinking about time right now. After you’d gotten comfortable, you were enjoying the music, singing along quietly to yourself. 

“Didn’t know you could sing,” Bucky said, but it didn’t sound like he was talking to you. 

“I can’t,” you said but went back to it. 

You couldn’t be bothered to care about much right now. Even Bucky following you down here, insisting that he was keeping an eye on you, didn’t matter. He didn’t lay down right away either, just stood for a little while, but when he did, he was close enough that you could feel his warmth even though he wasn’t touching you. It was nice, but you were trying not to think about it.

“Was it just Steve?” Bucky asked; apparently, he was determined not to enjoy this. 

You didn’t know what he was asking, so you answered his question with a question, “Just Steve, what?”

He touched you. Nothing weird, but it still felt weird as he nudged you with his elbow and said, “You know.”

“Oh,” you sighed, and the wine made it seem like a great idea, to be honest, “No, but I don’t really think about that stuff unless, uh… yeah.”

Not being able to see his doofy face made this easier to talk about, but it was still not something you wanted to do. You couldn’t believe you were actually having this conversation with Bucky. 

“Same,” he said like you were at a sleepover and enjoying some girl talk. He didn’t stop either, adding in an almost wistful tone, “But sometimes….”

“Sometimes what?” you asked, probably faster than you should have. 

He chuckled before he answered bashfully, “I dunno. Sometimes things pop into your head… um… during that.”

You nearly fell off the dock. You sat up and, with a wicked grin, asked, “James Buchanan Barnes, have you had impure thoughts about one of your teammates?”

He glared up at you and said defiantly, “Yeah. So have you, now lose the judgemental tone.”

“Who?” you asked, desperate to find out you weren’t above begging, “You gotta tell me.” You weren't thinking anything other than getting some juicy gossip now. Better than getting your hopes up for no reason. 

“You really wanna know?” he asked, not able to look at you as he sat up. 

Bucky was so close now, even though you’d been closer, just not on a dock, at night, alone. You knew he’d ask you the same thing once he gave it up, and you did not have a good answer. He’d been the only interest you’d had for a while. The whole thing with Steve, which was strange to have brought up out of nowhere, had just been an excuse. You didn’t want to give Nat any good information, so you picked tall, blond, and taken. Steve was nice enough, but he was not Bucky.

Bending his knees and wrapping his arms around them, he was staring straight ahead as he said, “Not sure I should tell you.”

“Tease,” you hissed before laying back down. You didn’t want to seem like you were actually mad. You were thankful he’d spared your feelings as you added dismissively, “But suit yourself.”

You had reached for your phone when he leaned over and said, “Is saying ‘I’d rather show you’ too cheesy or—hmph.”

Not hesitating, the second those four words left his mouth, you were jerking him down to kiss him. It was friggin’ glorious like you were drowning in him. When he pulled back, a strange, almost dazed look on his face, you thought you’d turn into mud and seep through the boards of the dock and dissolve in the lake. 

He searched your eyes for a moment before he asked, “So… who was yours?”

He’s an idiot, you thought as you said, “You’re an idiot.”

“And you have terrible taste in men,” he muttered, but he didn’t move away. 

Even in the moonlight, you could see his eyes darting down to your lips. You didn’t want to try to figure this out or sort out what you’d do after tonight; you had a better idea. Holding your hand up, you tapped his forehead before slowly dragging your finger down the bridge of his nose to his lips as you said, “I do, but I’ve come to terms with it.”

He spoke as you traced along his jaw, “This is probably a bad idea.”

“And he’s grumpy again,” you sighed after talking to the lake, pushing yourself up and snatching your stuff before turning and walking back to land. 

You could hear him scrambling to get up and nearly falling into the frigid water, but he didn’t, so you kept walking. It didn’t take him long to catch up to you, and then he was talking fast, “I’m not grumpy. I just don’t want to make working together weird.”

“It’s been weird the whole time,” you point out before stopping. He was a few feet away, and you gave him a thorough once-over before you asked, “Were you lying?”

He looked genuinely stunned, and it took him a moment before he shook his head, “No, were you?”

“No,” you replied immediately. Bucky couldn’t even look at you, his head turned away, but you weren’t backing down as you took a step toward him and asked, “Then what’s the problem, Buckle?”

It was like he was having an argument with himself, and you were thoroughly entertained by how you could almost tell what he was thinking by his expressions. Closing the distance, you knew nothing was going to come of this, and you just wanted to push him a little further before going back to the fire. You’d both laugh about this later as you whispered, “C’mon, show me how a girl’s supposed to be treated.”

His face was slack as he slowly turned his head to look at you. A fraction of a second before you were going to shove his shoulder and start laughing this tension off, he grabbed you. His hands kept you in place as he kissed the life out of you. Kissing him again, but this time because he started it, was better. You didn’t think dissolving in the lake was a good way to go anymore, but turning into mud on this path would be perfect. 

Bucky pulled away to take a breath, his hands still on either side of your face as he said, “Steve’s gonna kill me.”

“Steve never stood a chance,” you shot back, enjoying the pained expression on Bucky’s face. 

Guiding you backward as he spoke, “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” you asked, grinning up at him. 

“Givin’ me ideas, doll,” he said as your back hit a tree. He didn’t stop moving, though, pressing you against it as he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “This isn’t going to be just tonight.”

“Yeah?” you were practically vibrating with excitement, drinking in every word he said. 

“Or this trip,” he added, your knees starting to feel weak. He pressed his lips to yours before he asked, “That work for you?”

All you managed was a dreamy, distant-sounding, “Uh huh.”

“You’re all mine,” Bucky said, barely loud enough for you to hear, but you heard it. 

You weren’t able to reply as he scooped you up. Leaning against the tree as your legs wrapped around his waist, you moaned into his mouth as he kissed you again. His lips parted, and even if this was all that happened, it was easily the best you’d ever had on a camping trip. 

Your tongue circled his as your hands found the back of his head. He broke the kiss again, but only to start kissing your neck, his stubble only adding to your pleasure. Head falling back against the tree, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “Please don’t stop.”

Bucky chuckled as he moved a little higher, nipping your earlobe before he said, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it, “Wasn’t planning on it. You sold me on this camping stuff.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, pulling his head back to kiss him again before you demanded, “Lose the shirt.”

You didn’t loosen your legs when his hands left you, leaning against the tree and gripping him with your thighs. Bucky smirked as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it behind him onto the path. When his arms were around you again, you barely noticed he was carrying you. You were too busy running your hands along as much of his back as you could reach, and it was better than you’d imagined in the canoe earlier. 

Once you noticed you weren’t still against a tree, you were pulling your own shirt over your head and dropping it somewhere behind Bucky as he walked. He groaned again, taking his eyes off of the dimly lit path to stare at your sports bra, which had been a mistake. 

As he tripped, Bucky managed to turn so that he landed on his back instead of you while you unhooked your legs and placed your hands on his chest. It was only a few seconds, but with all the training you’d both had, not getting hurt from falling on the ground was easy. 

He didn’t miss a beat, pulling you down on top of him as soon as he landed. Planting one hand on your ass and the other on the back of your head, but you didn’t let him kiss your lips again as you asked, “You okay?”

“Never been better,” he said against your neck before trailing kisses lower. 

The hand on the back of your head moved between your shoulder blades, and you couldn’t help but giggle. He was pinching and pulling at the back of your sports bra like it would magically open for him when it was a pullover. 

Pushing yourself up, shaking your head as you pulled it over your head. When you looked down at Bucky he was staring at your tits like he hadn’t seen any in a long time, and you realized he probably hadn’t seen any in person for maybe seventy years. His appreciative leering was sweet. 

You took his right hand, lifting it to your lips before wrapping them around his middle finger. His hips lurched as his jaw dropped, but he regained control of himself enough to say, “You are asking for trouble, doll.”

With a pop, you pulled his finger from his mouth before joking, “Keep calling me that, and I’ll ruin your life.”

“It’s yours to ruin,” he said, pulling you down before he saw your reaction. 

It was hard to think with him kissing and sucking on your tits, but you still heard what he’d said. All the strange almost-feeling things he’d said were rattling around in your head as his left hand grabbed your ass firmly and his right was teasing your nipple. You tried to shake it off. He couldn’t have meant it. Bucky, like Steve, still said weird shit like they were back in the 40s, and you were just going to assume that this was one of those things. It was probably some old-fashioned version of dirty talk. People used to mate for life back then, but he couldn’t mean any of this. 

You arched your back as you adjusted your hips, making sure that he was distracted before you started to move. He moaned against your skin, which helped clear your mind. Taking one of your nipples into his mouth and the hand on your ass moved lower, your eyes fluttered closed. This was better than you imagined.

Grinding against him, you realized one key part was missing from this: his dick. You started moving lower, thinking maybe that was the issue, and still nothing but his jeans. Giggling as you wondered if Bucky needed little blue pills, you wouldn’t care if he did; this was more fun than you’d had in a long time. 

Even if he couldn’t get hard, maybe it was psychological, you knew a few ways you could still make sure he felt good. Sitting up, you slid down and knelt between his legs. His head popped up and he looked so confused. With a grin, you kissed the center of his chest, then moved to give him a taste of his own medicine. Some guys felt nothing from this, while others would lose their minds; Bucky was part of the latter group. 

Sealing your lips and slowly licking around his nipple, you heard him slam his vibranium fist against the ground as he gasped. You sucked hard, and his other hand left your shoulder to rip at the grass. Since you were only getting positive feedback, you decided to push your luck and gently tug with your teeth. Bucky’s back arched as he let out a shuddering moan. 

“You are too much fun,” you whisper before pressing your lips a little lower. 

He was panting as you kissed lower, then he asked, “Where do ya think your goin’?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you reply, your hands already on his pants. 

Making quick work of the button fly, you gently kissed just above the band of his boxer briefs. Bucky’s hands were pressed against his forehead, then he gasped and lifted his head. He got up on his elbows as you jerked at his jeans, and he was smirking at you. 

He raised his hips, making it easier for you to get up on your knees to pull his jeans off, but you were distracted almost immediately. Bucky’s pants, barely halfway down his thighs, stopped moving as you understood why you hadn’t felt anything. It was like a present for being cool if his dick didn’t work, and you rarely got to enjoy good karma. 

“Something wrong, doll?” Bucky asked, and you remembered that he was there. 

Looking up with wide eyes, you shook your head and tried to say two things at once but managed to jumble them, “Nothing’s good—fuck, I mean, I’m good, nothing’s wrong.” You shot him a big smile, but he was worried now. 

He pushed himself up, grabbing your hands before you could finish unleashing the beast, and he said so gently, “We don’t have to—”

“I am keenly aware of what I want to do, James,” you cut him off, and in a moment of unhealthy hubris, you also grabbed his dick. This was meant to prove your point, but it was ruined when you realized it was too thick to get your hand around, and you hissed, “Fucking hell….”

Bucky tensed up the second you touched him and said in a strained voice, “You’re in… charge, so… don’t—oh, damnit, don’tworryaboutme.”

All your life, you’d made a point of doing things for other people, and not because you were supposed to or some misguided idea about wanting to be a good person; you enjoyed making people happy. As you tried to wrap your head around this situation, like your hand around his cock, you couldn’t resist this as an idea started to form in your head, and you ran with it. 

You loosened your grip before starting to stroke him gently over his boxer briefs. Bucky’s hands were in the dirt again, which meant he wasn’t touching you any time soon, so why not play with him a little? Leaning close, you ran your nose along the shell of his ear as you asked, “I’m in charge?”

He nodded vigorously as he muttered, “Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want….” you repeated his words as your hand ran over his length, and he moaned again. You kissed him just below his ear before you whispered, “I think I’d rather show you what I want.” 

He gasped when you shoved at his chest but fell backward like a sack of potatoes. You didn’t bother trying to get his pants off now, they weren’t in your way as you bowed between his legs. Planting your knees further apart, so you didn’t feel as bunched up, you pressed your lips to the obscene bulge under the fabric. 

“Fuck,” Bucky gasped. 

His back arched again as you kissed up his length to the base. You’d had an idea that he might be packing some serious equipment, but it paled in comparison to how responsive he was to your attention. You’d barely done anything, and he was breathing harder than he did after running at full speed. 

Kissing your way back up his shaft, you had your hands on his thighs, squeezing them and feeling the firm muscles underneath. His legs were a recurring favorite for you, and finally, being able to touch them like this was enough to ruin your underwear. Sliding them higher, you pushed your fingertips under the hem of his boxer briefs. 

You teased the skin there as you said, “Tell me what you’d think about.”

“What?” he asked, covering his eyes with the heels of his palms. 

Delving a little further and running a finger over the head of his cock had his rapt attention. In a second, he was propped up on his elbows and torn between what your hand was doing and your face. You didn’t mind, he was supposed to enjoy this, but you wondered if you could have your cake and hear it tell you dirty things too. 

“You said things would pop into your head sometimes, and I want to know what kind of ideas you had,” you explained, your hand completely inside the leg of his boxer briefs as you continued to barely touch his cock. 

He shook his head absently as he said, “Nothing like this.”

“Better or wor—”

“This is so much better,” he cut you off, and you giggled at how quickly he spoke. 

Getting your hand underneath his cock, you wrapped your fingers around it as best you could. Slowly, you started stroking him properly as you asked, “What do you like, Bucky?”

He was focused on your hand moving inside his boxer briefs as he answered in barely more than a whisper, “You… just you.”

Well, you hadn’t expected that, but you were in too deep now. Not faltering your movement, you pushed your luck as far as you wanted to and said as lightly as you could, “You really need to stop saying stuff like that.”

As he answered, you started working his full length, and he seemed to lose focus, “Can’t help it… Oh, shit, you have no idea what you do to me.”

You had a pretty good idea but didn’t want to point that out. If he was the type to say a bunch of dramatic shit during, then you just needed to remember it was just words, and he didn’t mean it. 

With your free hand, you pulled the fabric up and wondered if you had died and gone to pretty dick heaven. Angling his cock, you leaned close and swirled your tongue around the head. 

Bucky made a strangled noise before slapping a hand over his mouth. You looked up to see his panicked expression as he leaned on one elbow. With a wicked grin, you opened your mouth and flicked your tongue where the head of his cock flared out before you said, “Make all the noise you want. No one’s around to hear you but me.”

He shook his head, keeping his mouth covered, and you couldn’t help yourself, “Bet you make all sorts of fun noises.”

His brow furrowed as you gently took the tip in your mouth again, slipping your tongue in a circle and tasting his precum. You kissed him again before you asked, “Isn’t your room soundproof?”

The realization on his face was glorious. He seemed to forget about covering his mouth as his arm fell back to the ground, a knowing smirk on his face. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for a reply, and he didn’t disappoint, “They told me it was.”

You did enjoy his inability to handle anything you’d done to him so far, but the faint hint of a Bucky with control over himself was like something out of one of your fantasies. Dragging your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought about how best to approach this, you arched a brow as you said, “Would be fun to test if it worked.”

“Wha—oh, my God!” Bucky was going to ask you something, but you cut him off, and he ended up shouting. 

Taking him as far as you could quickly and gagging when he hit the back of your throat abruptly, you weren’t able to see what happened, but you could hear it. Bucky hit the ground with a thud, followed by what had to be his fists again slamming into the ground and digging his fingers into it. 

When you’d done this before, one hand around the bottom was enough but not with Bucky. As you started to bob your head, both hands stroking what you couldn’t get into your mouth, you weren’t going to stop unless he started making scary sounds. 

“Shi—holy, fuckmewhat—oh, Christ—” and on and on he went as he squirmed. 

His hips mindlessly rutted as he tore at the ground, and his legs flexed around you. It wasn’t until he stopped making noise that you knew the fun was probably close to over. Bucky was panting again, grunting with each exhale as his cock got even harder, and you knew he was going to cum soon. Not how you wanted this to go if it happened, but you knew that this wasn’t about you right now. 

Focused on making sure he’d thoroughly enjoy this, you slid one hand lower and cupped his balls, gently at first, just to see how he’d react. When he let out a loud moan, and you felt them tighten, you started to massage them, and Bucky seemed to snap. 

“I-I-I… not like thi—pleasepleasepleaseplea-Ohh fuuuck!” he shouted as his back arched high off the ground. 

His cock throbbed in your hand and mouth as he came. You took everything he had, surprised that it didn’t taste as bad as you remembered cum tasting. All things considered, taking his load in the mouth was one thing but what you did next might have been a bit much. 

Before you’d been able to pull off, he was up and dragging you off his dick. Bucky cupped your cheeks and kissed your lips. You kept them closed, but he wasn’t having it, nearly growling against your lips, “Kiss me.”

You did the only logical thing: you swallowed. It made what seemed like a deafening gulping sound, and Bucky pulled back. He had the strangest look on his face, and you tried to lighten the mood by grinning as you asked, “So… you having fun?”

Still staring at you like you’d suddenly turned into a reverse mermaid, where the bottoms are legs, and the top is a fish, you were getting nervous. You placed a hand on his, not hiding the concern in your voice, and asked, “You okay?”

He shook his head, looking away from you as he took a deep breath. This was an improvement until he nodded and looked at you again before he said, “Next time, don’t swallow it.”

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I never wanted it to end but this was sooooo good

6 • Operation: No More Operations | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...?

6 • Operation: No More Operations | OPERATION: FAKING IT …?

Description: Your suspension is spent collecting on your IOU's from Tony, a trip to Wakanda & Whale Watching then some happily ever after for a man who deserves the world.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Word Count: 7.5K

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Cute Bucky, Fluffy Bucky, Bucky with children, swearing, all the smut, p in v, unprotected, oral sex (M + F), public sex, Daddy kink, mentions of choking, unprotected sex.

A/N: I can only apologise how long this has taken to get finished, I have been super busy for the last few weeks! Sad to say goodbye to these two.

Series Masterlist

[Previous Chapter]

‘Burtie stop it, no! Leave little Stevie alone’

You had been in Wakanda for three days & your pup was obsessed with playing with Bucky’s adopted goats, he had been so nervous that they wouldn’t remember him, he spent the entire flight anxiously pacing the Quinjet until you decided to distract him by crouching between his legs & pulling out his cock, it didn’t take long for him to get hard & with a single kiss on the tip he was ready to go. ‘Fuck sweetheart, don’t stop’ he wound your hair around his metal fist & guided you back & forth on his length, you couldn’t help slipping your hand between your legs, moaning as your finger brushed past your swollen clit to plunge a digit into your wet hole, the sinful noise he made as your whimpers vibrated on his cock & his utterings of ‘Yes Bambi, touch your pussy.’ ‘Such a good girl, taking me so well’ ‘Do that thing I like, fuucck, you’re so good with your mouth.’ spurred you on to add another finger into your soaking cunt.

You hadn’t ever enjoyed giving head in previous relationships, but with Bucky it was possibly one of your favourite things to do, to see this big bulky Super Soldier crumble before you & inflict such levels of pleasure that it somehow felt like you were receiving it all made sense as to why he loved eating you out every chance he got. 

Climaxing whilst not biting Bucky’s cock was a skill you had mastered quickly, as always encouraged by the filth that tumbled out of his mouth ‘you gonna cum on your fingers, that pussy is begging for me to fill it, you’re going to be dripping with my cum meeting a king darlin, everyone will know you’re mine.’ You spasmed around your digits in utter bliss, your eyes rolling back as the roaring pleasure took over & once your glistening fingers were pushed between Bucky’s lips he was a gonner, tasting your sweet nectar pushed him over the edge shooting his cum into the back of your throat, holding you until he had completely emptied himself into your mouth, you held out your cum-free tongue to show him you had swallowed it all, it had become a habit & his praises of ‘that’s my good girl’ & ‘lick every last drop honey’ ramped up your need for his cock to be buried in you. 

There were many times you cursed the super soldier serum, mainly because of his super hearing & the fact he could hear you fall over & rush to help whatever ailment had resulted then try not to laugh at how you tripped, or the conversations you would have with Burtie early in the mornings about how much you loved him & his dad. But you loved that serum when, mere moments after he had climaxed, he watched as you licked your lips of any remaining evidence he had been in your mouth & he was ready for you again. Not even waiting a second for you to catch your breath before swiftly lifting you up onto his lap, pushing your knickers aside & impaling you on his rock hard length.

You wouldn’t ever get use to his size, each time, even soaking wet the stretch felt like nothing else, ‘dripping for me darlin’ you nodded your head completely fucked out as you took him all the way, ‘Wanna be buried in you every day, fuck your pussy is heaven’ you couldn’t even form words as he was thrusting his hips in rhythm with you bouncing on his cock, ‘my good fucking girl, all mine.’ He felt you pulse around him, gripping him perfectly, his vibranium hand moved to your throat, your eyes snapped to his, for a split second he thought he had gone too far but the grip your pussy had on his length told him otherwise, between brutal thrusts he panted, ‘tell me you’re mine Bambi.’ ‘look at you, fucked you dumb sweetheart’ ‘can’t even speak, tell me, be my good girl.’ As his fingers gripped your throat tighter the pressure building was like nothing else, you were hurtling to a brain numbing orgasm but managed to moan out some form of answer, ‘yo… yours D..addy. fuck gonna cum.’

‘Cum on my cock darlin’, fuck gripping me so tight. My good girl.’

That’s all you needed to explode into heaven as he fucked up into you at super soldier speed, immediately releasing your throat when he painted your walls with his seed holding you tightly against him riding you both through your releases. 

It was in these moments holding your spaced out being against his where he held back the most, the whispered declarations of love into your ear didn’t feel enough to really show you how much he loved you, he wanted to run to the nearest chapel with you over his shoulder & marry you on the spot, anything else was not enough.

Being greeted by T’Challa, The Queen & Shuri was a moment you wouldn’t forget, they were so gracious & generous in their hospitality & the respect they treat your Super Solider with, as promised you had been filled by Bucky & were battling your pelvic floor the entire time to make sure nothing escaped after he had insisting on putting your underwear in his pocket. 

Everyone was so welcoming to you both & Shuri was an immediate ally, you held back from the rest of the group to walk with her as you made your way into the palace & expressed how grateful you were that she had helped Bucky, she knew about all about Gerald & wanted to show you her lab during your visit. She of course told you all the embarrassing tales when Bucky had his new arm fitted & how she loved being the bane of his life since & how he always spoke about you on their calls since he left. Bucky later told you more about his sister Rebecca & how Shuri felt akin to the little sister he missed so much, although he could do without all the sass she handed his way. 

Okoye lead a Dora Milaje demonstration, they were so majestic in their movements & you were enamoured by their power & skill, Bucky didn’t even dispute the fact that they would be able to take him down, you made him swear not to tell them about how you got shot, if it was possible to hero-worship someone as a grown adult Okoye was definitely it for you & you didn’t want her thinking of you as an idiot who shot herself air guitaring with a gun. 

After your welcome you were taken to the place Bucky was itching to go the most, the place where he felt most at peace before meeting you; his hut with his goats. The reunion was exactly what you were hoping for, his face lit up with sheer joy as they ran towards him, yes you cried & Shuri had to upgrade the storage on your phone you took so many videos & photos.

It was a privilege to witness Bucky in Wakanda, you hadn’t ever seen him as relaxed & care free, he said it was down to the shield protecting the entire country so there was no possibility of a Hydra threat, but you knew it was because he was at home here. He was the White Wolf, no one thought of him as a monster, they saw him for who he really was, a man capable of an unmatched determination to fight his programming, a strength to overcome the injustices against him for the greater good & a selfless humble gentleman. 

With the sun on his face & breeze through his hair, no missions, no fighting, just a stillness that he hadn’t ever had time for in his hundred years of living with the love of his live by his side, he was at peace. Bucky insisted on taking you to the lake for the first sunrise together, you both cried, such a cliché but it felt like a sign of something new, a new beginning for you both as the sun broke through the dawn, illuminating the African plains as far as the horizon, the haze reflecting from the water made you believe in the mirage of the desert, you hadn’t ever seen anything as beautiful.

He found the tranquillity by the lakeside opened him up to you far more than he had before, he told you about his family, his Ma who would have loved you dearly, details he had remembered & the parts Steve had filled in, his life before the war, the happiness of his youth but he also recalled the heart wrenching parts of his existence that tore you in two when he spoke of the horrors of what he really went through, but you listened, held him & let him speak. He always felt scared of telling people about his captivity, even the tiny parts he did share, but trusting you with his painful life was effortless, you didn’t just listen to him, you really heard what he was telling you. He wanted you to know the magnitude behind his words that he would go through it all again to be right where he was & as each memory was vocalised it was like the weight he was carrying left his soul.

He made sure to spend the first few days introducing you to all the people who had helped him during his de-programming, everyone seemed overjoyed at the progress he had made since he left especially at how enamoured he appeared to be with you. The most time was spent with the children who had given Bucky reason to get up in the mornings, they had all grown & enthused about how they used to help with his hair before he got his new arm after you asked about his infamous manbun. 

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Bucky had been in the city all day having his arm recalibrated, you were under strict instructions to not attend so that some actual work could be done & Shuri wasn’t spending the entire time talking to you, you decided on staying at the hut the Wakandan’s had kept vacant long after its previous occupant had returned to the outside world. 

Despite the country being more technically advanced than anywhere beyond its borders the hut was a rural relic & completely isolated from the high-rise city you had first laid your eyes on when you arrived in the country. The hut stood at the bottom of a sprawling valley sitting beside a tranquil lake with not a single soul for miles, apart from the miniature goats roaming the land, the three-room home was all you needed.

You had spent the morning tidying then tending to the goats whilst trying to keep Burtie from constantly diving in the river, if Bucky asked you to retire here & raise your family you would in an instant, the silence & serenity was like nothing you had ever experienced.

The hotter you got the more you thought Burtie was onto something with the river, the water was so calm & inviting, you were re-assured by several locals that there were no swamp monsters or things that could eat you hiding in the depths. Knowing there was no one for miles you shed your clothes & began walking along the pier peering down into the water, it was crystal clear & still, you almost felt bad disturbing the serene setting, but you arched your back & dove in.

The crisp water was heaven, Burtie wasn’t far behind, diving in trying to swim to you frantically like you needed his help, you reassured him with calming head strokes & nose kisses that you were ok & it was enough for him to paddle away only to run up the bank & do the same thing over again. He was the other love of your life for sure, the number one contender though had returned & was watching from afar smiling to himself every time Burtie swam straight to you for some love & praise. Bucky started stripping the layers of his clothing as he stealthily moved towards the lake, silently entering the water,  you were startled suddenly by a splash, you whipped your head around trying to see where it came from assuming Burtie was up to no good but he was basking in the sun on the pier, you noticed the ripples in the surface of the water quickly approaching where you were stood, this was the swamp monster you were afraid of. Your breathing picked up as your heartbeat increased, frozen you awaited your fate only to be hoisted up out of the water on a very familiar pair of shoulders.

You half screamed half laughed ‘Buckkkkyy, aaaaah put me down.’

He somehow lifted you up & spun you around still on his shoulders & with your thighs wrapped around his head burying himself in your damp mound, mumbling ‘Still want me to put you down Bambi?’

Your fingers found themselves gripping onto his hair to steady yourself as his tongue found your clit, ‘Fuck, don’t stop.’ His strong hands held you upright as he continued his relentless sucking & lapping of your pussy, you could feel the pressure building as you held on to your Super Solider for dear life, he knew your body better than any man you had ever been with so could get you to orgasm effortlessly with his mouth, he knew exactly what you loved. 

He could feel you tensing, probably reluctant to relax on his shoulders enough to let go properly, he shifted his mouth, ‘Cum for me Bambi, you won’t fall, I got you.’

He tightened his grip on your back before he went straight back to work clamping his lips around your clit & sucking with everything he had, your body relaxed & let the growing climax rush over you exploding as you ground down on the mouth attached to your pussy, of course you were held steadily throughout & when Bucky could feel you completely spent he lowered you down & wrapped your legs around him so he could keep you both afloat.

‘Hi’

‘Hi.’

He kissed you so firmly you thought you’d bruise, you swiped your tongue across his mouth cleaning up the mess you’d made of it, you didn’t waste any time reaching down to feel his bare cock standing to attention under the surface, you wanted to sit straight on it but he held you tightly, so it was just out of reach. You practically whined when he stopped you the second time.

‘In a minute Bambi, not seen my sweet girl all day.’

‘How was your appointment?’

‘All shiny & new again, Shuri said hi.’

‘Missed you today.’

‘Missed you too honey.’

As you were held in his arms clutching to him like the Koala you were you mind drifted.

‘Bucky Bear, did you know there’s a kind of fish in the amazon that swims up men’s urethra’s?’

‘Shhhh Bambi, that’s enough smart words from you.’

His mouth was battling with you talking but you carried on. ‘it’s true though, I should have asked if they have them here too. You do realise a urethra is a man’s pee hole.’

His eyes widened & you were swiftly carried out of the lake, once you were both secure & demon fish free in your orifices he laid you on the side of the water, the soft grass cushioning your body as he lay over you.

The kisses being pressed against your drying skin were making you squirm with need, your hands moved down between your bodies to line him up with you, ‘need you in me.’

He wasted no time pushing into you, connecting your lips as he bottomed out, ‘can never say no to you Bambi.’

Bucky never felt like he needed to count his blessings with you, he knew how lucky he was that you put aside every bad thing he had done in his life & loved him all the same but being back in Wakanda showed him how far he had come since the day he left. It was all because of you & him wanting to be someone deserving of you, it was no coincidence, he met you as soon as he got back, it had all felt too soon to be free & be able to walk around after what he did but then you would drag him out of his self-inflicted isolation, get up to mischief & ring him to come rescue you. You always needed him & he always needed you to rescue him from himself. Why had he wasted so much time, as he continued to pump into you, he could feel the emotions stirring, bubbling & he was doing all he could to stay in that moment, you underneath him looking as ethereal & fucked out as ever.

‘Not gonna last honey, can feel you squeezing me.’

‘Cum with me Bucky.’

 His hips picked up speed & he drove your orgasm into overdrive, taking over every sense as it slammed into you, picking him up & taking him along the way as your cunt fluttered & pulsed around his cock.

He was basking in the afterglow, your heart rate was returning to its normal pace & your mind coming back to him, he loved these moments the most, holding you tightly to him seeing your hazy eyes gain some focus, then the second you look up at him it’s like the world is as it should be. 

You were both still quiet, hands caressing each other & kisses placed wherever your lips touched & he could see the gears in your head turning waiting for you to say whatever random thing popped into your head.

‘Hey Bucky’

‘Yes Bambi’

‘Would you rather be able to speak to animals or speak every language in the world?’

He couldn’t hold it in anymore, you lay in his arms so perfectly anticipating his answer to the ridiculous question & he wanted to thank every god ever worshipped that one of them sent an angel to earth for him, you couldn’t have come from anywhere else.

‘Marry me.’

You studied his eyes looking for any hint of deception, but all that reflected back was sincerity, love & devotion, you felt the tears clouding your vision from this hunk of a man so scowly & rough on the outside always managing to show you how soft he really was, you couldn’t care less that you’ve only just got together, people would think you’re nuts but when you know, you know. 

The smile spread on your face. ‘Yes’

He crashed his mouth into yours, he hadn’t ever felt as happy in his life & reached into his soggy sock to pull out a ring & you couldn’t help laughing.

‘How long has that been in there?’

‘I bought it the day after you told me you loved me, been carrying it round with me since.’

He slipped it on your left hand & you took a minute to admire the beautiful ring sitting on your finger, it looked like a 1920’s design, with a central diamond surrounded by rubies.

It took your breath away at how perfectly it sat on your finger, like it belonged there, ‘Vintage, like you.’

He poked your side & giggled along with you. ‘Definitely not Tony Stark approved. I asked him for permission but told him the ring was already bought.’

‘I love it so much, it’s perfect, you’re perfect.’

‘Not even close to perfect darlin’, but I promise you that I will try to be for you for the rest of our lives.’

--

To say Bucky’s Sea legs were shaky was an understatement, he was fine on Tonys yacht spending the days spread out on deck or spreading you out below deck, his jokes of ‘when the boat is a rocking…’ made him giggle each time as you rolled your eyes at his total dad joke. Three weeks in Wakanda flew by & you reluctantly left with the promises of returning as soon as you could, neither of you wanted to leave but the yacht & whale watching trip had been planned especially for you so cancelling wasn’t an option.

The morning boat trip to the Sea of Cortez had been choppy, Bucky had a few bouts of nausea but you were just bouncing off the deck with excitement, seeing a real life whale had been your dream as long as you remembered. The bay was stunning, the turquoise blue of the crystal-clear ocean reminded you so much of your beloved Super Soldier’s eyes, the early morning sun was bouncing off the surface & beneath a rich abundance of life, the fishes mesmerised you as they moved in perfect harmony darting along the sea floor.

Towards the horizon you saw the first breach, it was breath-taking & you screamed for Bucky to come & watch, you wanted to share this memory with him, to remember such a monumental day with the love of your life. Having seen the whale’s, the captain turned on the engine to get closer to the action, you were buzzing in excitement as you headed towards them.

It wasn’t long before a humongous humpback whale breached right at the side of the boat, you couldn’t breathe as it crashed back into the water shaking the vessel you were clinging to, you realised Bucky was probably right about you demanding a blue whale as a pet, it definitely wouldn’t fit in the pool back at the tower.

You were startled when one of the whales surfaced right next to you, its exhale through it’s blow hole hit you right in your face & the stench made you want to throw up, rude. After a few moments catching its breath, it disappeared down & then under the boat, your eyes widened & Bucky noticed your pulse sky rocketing.

You turned to him, he was expecting a beaming smile but you looked terrified ‘I think we should go home now, I miss Burtie.’

‘We just got here Bambi, why?’

‘I told ya, miss our baby, please can we go?’ you tugged on his arm & he could see the panic overtaking your face, as he turned away to speak to the captain you clung to him.

‘Just gonna tell the Captain honey. You stay here, ok?’

Your eyes were fixed on the ocean but your reluctantly nodded & let go of his arm. The journey back was tense, Bucky knew something had happened, but he didn’t want to push you when you were still looking so terrified & stuck on a boat, he waited until you were back at your hotel to get to the bottom of what happened.

You were busy packing the cases, throwing in anything you could find to finish & get out of there as soon as possible, you could see him watching you from the corner of your eye, you contemplated getting down on your knees to avoid talking about it but today wasn’t your day, ‘You gonna tell me what happened back there honey?’ he leaned on the door frame with his arms crossed failing to look as stern as possible.

‘Bucky, I don’t want to talk about it ok, just leave it.’ He hadn’t ever experienced you speaking to him like that, maybe he should have left it alone, but it broke his heart that you weren’t comfortable telling him something.

‘No Bambi, we don’t keep things from each other so please tell me what’s wrong.’ He sounded so hurt that you wouldn’t tell him which only made your guilt feel so much worse about this entire trip.

‘No … you’ll just make fun of me.’ You shook your head hoping he would drop it so you wouldn’t have to say it out loud.

‘No, I won’t.’ 

‘Yeah, you will, all the guys always do.’

‘I’m not one of them, when I have ever made fun of you?’

You took a second to think, even when you told him about how you got shot he only kissed it better & yes might have checked the safety was on with every gun you were near but being safe is a good thing … ‘Never.’

‘Exactly so can my future wife please tell me why we left so soon when it was such a big dream of yours to see a whale in the wild.’ He had slowly made his way towards you & held your face in his so you would look in his eyes.

You paused, you felt silly keeping it from him, he might even tell everyone what happened then you would never hear the end of it until Natasha had interrogated you for the truth, you let out a deep sigh, ‘The whale, it went under the boat & I freaked out thinking it would surface underneath us & we’d be stranded on its back & I was scared, ok?’

He rested his head against yours, he hated that you were scared & didn’t tell him ‘Bambi, I would never ever let anything happen to you.’

‘I know but there’s some things you can’t stop happening, a giant whale is one. If you think about it, it could just swallow us whole. We’d be trapped in its mouth; I don’t want to die in a Whale’s mouth even if you’re there with me.’

‘I’d punch it, give it an uppercut. Wouldn’t stand a chance sweetheart.’

You giggled at how ridiculous he was being, he wrapped you in his big arms & looked down on you like you loved. ‘I never ever want you to be scared of anything when you’re with me, if you are I’ve not done my job right.’

‘You can’t protect me from everything.’

‘Just watch me.’

--

It took 6 whole months before Tony agreed to you having another vacation, you were on the brink of doing something to get you both suspended before he caved & gave you the keys to his log cabin. Turns out log cabins weren’t really your thing, yes, the aesthetic was Pinterest perfect, the way the rich green leafed trees overhung the solid wood abode with mist surrounding the bark driveway almost ironically like someone had desaturated your eyeballs to look at it all murky & mysterious. 

It was just so boring, no tv, yes, all the fucking one could muster & you both were practically chaffed at this point but a hike? Yeah, that didn’t end well, falling on a flat surface is a regular occurrence so why a trail with slippery rocks was a sparkling idea of Bucky’s you’ll never know, tumbling down a cliffside hurts as much as you think it will. Yes, you had your beefy super solider scrambling after you to rescue you or more accurately pull you out of the mud at the bottom of the cliff then carry you back & patch you up but it still sucked. Plus, it was cold & damp & unless Bucky was wrapped around you, your teeth were in a permanent state of chattering. 

The yacht was a sun kissed distant memory at this point, you had proposed the idea of zipping yourself in Bucky’s hoodie & slipping your legs down the front of his joggers so you could steal his warmth, but he insisted the height difference was the sticking factor of the plan, instead he decided to light the fire & lay you down on the plush rug that sat in front of the hearth.

‘Always wanted to do this darlin’, lay you out & kiss every inch of your skin.’

You were already desperate for him as he started pressing his lips on your shoulder moving across your décolletage, savouring the places that he knew drove you wild evidenced with how you body bucked up as soon as his tongue lapped your skin. You could feel every smile your reactions pulled from him against your hot tingling skin, the fierceness from the fire pricked at you but every ember of warmth within you was systematically being delivered by the super solider dedicating himself to your pleasure.

You were writhing, dripping & begging him to kiss you were you needed by the time he reached your hip, you hands wandered so many times he had to hold them down berating you for being a bad girl. You were ready to call him daddy, sir, his lordship at this point to get him to co-operate, ‘Daddy, please it hurts.’

‘Where does it hurt sweetheart.’

‘My pussy, need you to kiss it better.’

Hmmm is that right.

‘Yeah, please I’ll do anything.’

‘Anything?’

‘Yes.’

The thoughts were flooding to his head, you’d agreed to marry him already, probably was too soon for a baby but the thought was driving him wild, to have you carrying his child but he wouldn’t ever take advantage of your desperation like that. 

He moved his lips south, at a faster pace than he had been going up til now & met your dripping cunt, he could never say no to you.

‘Gonna wish you’d not asked honey, you’ll be begging me to stop.’

You were by the fourth orgasm, he swore you had squirted you insisted you probably peed on him a little & it was his own fault for not letting you go but here he was still not releasing you from his grasp as he tried to coax another climax from your swollen overstimulated cunt.

‘I know you’ve got another Bambi, can feel it.’

‘Please just fuck me Sir, please Sargent.’

‘Oh, I will be, but I need another from you, you gonna be my good girl.’

His lips clamped around your clit & his fingers returned to your sweet spot & somehow again you could feel another orgasm ripping through you, ‘yes, yes, yes.’ Your body spasmed, twitched & convulsed around his mouth as your mind entered another realm, you sensed he had finally released your arms & you lay there waiting for him to fill you like only he could. 

‘On all fours.’ The sternness of his deep commanding voice thrilled you into moving, your arms & legs were like jello & Bucky helped move your limbs, you were face down unable to see him as he marvelled at the sight in front of him, your swollen cunt was on display perfectly awaiting him, running his aching cock along your dripping pussy had you jerking forward, tremoring from the anticipation. He gripped onto your hips & pulled you back plunging his cock into your tight warm cunt, ‘fuck, such a good girl for me aren’t you Bambi.’

‘Yes sir, fuck me harder.’

‘What do you say?’

‘Pl..please daddy, pound me.’

He almost came at you so sweetly begging but he held on to speed his hips, if his girl wanted a pounding, she would get one, he let go fully, he’d fucked you hard before but this position & angle he was slamming his hips into yours.

You lost the use of words from the sheer force bucky was using, he wrapped your hair around his hand & pulled you up to him, so your back was against his chest.

‘You like it rough don’t you my sweet girl, can feel you squeezing me. You gonna make a mess on my cock? Touch yourself, show me what a filthy girl you are.’

You connected your fingers to your clit, somehow keeping a rhythm with Bucky’s stuttering hips, even both on your knees he towered over you giving him the perfect view over your shoulder of your tits bouncing at every thrust & your hand between your legs rubbing yourself exactly like he told you, such a good girl.

‘Gonna cum.’

‘Hold on sweet girl.’ He gripped you tight & pounded into you brutally, once, twice, three times, somehow deeper each time, you were squeezing his cock with everything you had as you tried to stave off your climax, Bucky practically spluttered out ‘cum for me Bambi.’ Once the wave of his climax hit him pulling you with him, he felt your body crumple as he released into you laying you both down as his hips continued to pump you full of him until every drop was spent.

After you had both led by the fire whispering ‘I love you’s’ to each other, Bucky reluctantly made his way to the kitchen to get you both something to eat, you were lost in thought when he re-joined you on the floor mimicking the way you were led.

‘Bucky Bear?’

‘Yes Bambi?’

‘Did you know some turtles tickle each other’s faces when they’re mating?’

You looked so shy saying it, he really felt like the luckiest guy on the planet, ‘Do you want me to tickle your face Doll?’ he couldn’t help poking your side to tickle you as the thoughts he was having earlier swirled in his head. 

You shrugged your shoulders being so damn irresistible laying on your front, bottom in the air legs crossed swinging ‘maybe’.

He rolled onto you, swarming you, engulfing you entirely with his body as he leaned on his elbows & gently tickled your face kissing down your neck from above as he pressed you into the rug, your laugh filling him to the brim. How can such a gorgeous nerdy idiot like you let a big brutish shell of a man into your heart? 

--

The Brooklyn brownstone was finally ready, it took every ounce of Bucky’s assassin training to keep it a secret, it took months of renovations to get the place to the standard he insisted your home should be, he stopped short of adding an elevator at Tony’s incessant taunting that you still had all four limbs so an elevator in a three-floor home was a bit OTT even for the eccentric billionaire. So far Bucky had kept his promise about taking care of you & giving you the life you deserved, Tony was actually impressed at the level of detail he insisted on & the purpose it gave the old man, as expected you were oblivious & just going along with whatever plan was in place to distract you whilst he attended to whichever house crisis occurred that day.

You had been searching for a house together having been very rudely evicted from the Tower after the whole control room incident; did you know when Bucky had you bent over the control desk that your tits had pressed the broadcast button?, no. Did the whole tower hear you calling Bucky ‘Daddy’ & that you requested him to ‘fuck me dumb’?, perhaps. Did it warrant the meeting where every ‘indiscretion’ you had committed was laid bare so to speak with HR?, probably. But being caught 27 times wasn’t a valid reason for the eviction you argued, no one was really in the tower to hear the broadcast & yes, a few buttons may have been damaged when you rode him on the desk, but no one actually saw anything. You retreated to your apartment with your tails between your legs once they brought up the security footage, apparently arming weapons that could cause significant damage was a no no. Prudes. 

It was an easy decision for Bucky to move into your place, he hated his grey miserable apartment & the idea of spending nights alone having been inseparable from you for months filled him with dread, he was sure he was outstaying his welcome when you mentioned his apartment a couple of times in passing. You were so sad when he announced he was going back to his place, waking up every day in his arms was your new norm & the idea of going without didn’t fly with you, so you gently suggested there was no need for you both to have apartments & that he should just move in with you, he wrapped you in his arms so incredibly tight with sheer relief that you swore he broke a rib.

He had planned the surprise meticulously, every event in your relationship thus far had been spontaneous, the declarations of feelings, physical exchanges, his proposal & although buying the house next door to Ms Alice was a frantic split-second decision having committed to buying it on the spot then subsequently having to beg Tony to give him the money, the rest he needed to be planned, intentional, as serious as he was about you. 

When Bucky suggested an afternoon in Brooklyn you jumped at the chance, he had been so busy recently with missions here, there & everywhere, you were one mission away from putting a suggestion in the suggestion box about people learning more languages so that Bucky could have a break, not that they took on board your suggestion for the suggestion box. Spending a day in the bustling streets snuggled up to your Super Solider was perfect, you had lunch in your favourite restaurant, played some footsie under the table, had a walk along the river, fucked in an alleyway, your favourite alleyway & then he slowly guided you to where you bought your puppy.

He was suddenly overcome by nerves, what if this was too much, he knew you liked being taken care of but was this too controlling? He felt the panic rise suddenly as you were questioning why you were here, then getting excited that Burtie was getting a little brother. He snapped himself out of his panic before he had to break your heart about not getting another puppy, any longer you would have named it & envisaged your lives together with another dog.

‘No honey, Burtie isn’t getting a little brother just yet.’

‘Oh.’ The disappointment in your voice was palpable & still managed to break his heart, he would just arrange with Ms Alice in the morning to reserve a puppy from the next litter.

‘Well we’ve been looking for a bigger place for some time & I heard one has come onto the market.’

You gasped, ‘Ms Alices?’ 

God damn it, this wasn’t going to plan, Bucky now had to disappoint you again.

He shook his head sorrowfully, ‘No honey,’

‘Oh.’ There it was again, fuck, Bucky you are such a fuck up.

‘Come with me Bambi.’

He grabbed your hand & led you up the stone steps to the house next door to Ms Alice, the keys were already in his palm as you reached the top.

The pastel blue door opened to a foyer of subway tiles & an intricate mosaic floor tile, as you looked up a further door stood with half stained glass & dark cherry wood, a console table was waiting for the keys to be deposited & brass hooks for your jackets were lined up perfectly on the dark blue wall.

You gasped as you looked to your left to see a mid-century lounge, filled with plants, warm hues & a beautiful original fireplace, the room was open plan into the next space which had the biggest walnut dining table sat on top of a beautiful Persian rug, the floors were original herringbone & you couldn’t even digest the stunning pastel kitchen that was wrapped around the back of the house complete with crittall doors to the patio & the garden beyond.

You hadn’t said a word as you drifted from one room to another in a trance at how perfect the place was, you hadn’t even seen the upper levels, you would sleep down here if they were a disaster, you definitely wouldn’t be able to afford it. 

‘It’s ours.’ Bucky shyly whispered, all excitement had been drained from him from your silence, you always talked, always. This wasn’t a good sign & he couldn’t help himself but fill the silence, ‘Sorry if you’re disappointed, if you want anything changing let me know or we can just find something else. Fuck, I should have asked you what you wanted, I just looked at your pinboard page & went from there but why didn’t I think you would want to pick everything? Tony said you would enjoy decorating but I said you’d get overwhelmed & hide in Gerald’s closet house & get him to keep fetching you coffees until you were buzzed enough to pick, I didn’t want your heart going through all the additional stress, you’re not a Super Solider like me & I need to keep you with me until I die, you can’t die first. We’ll just go back to your place & rethink, it’s fine.

You were speechless, you should have stopped him rambling & you felt so bad that you couldn’t vocalise how you were feeling, how overwhelmed you were that this hunk of a man was really yours & had spent time making the home of your dreams.

You turned to him, ‘This is what you’ve been doing & not going on missions?’

‘Yeah Doll, look I know I lied & I swear I haven’t ever lied about anything else to you ever, I mean that, cross my heart.’

‘& you did all this by yourself?’

‘Well Tony helped with the financing & pointing me in the direction of your pinboard thing & where to find people to do things.’ He shrugged, completely dismissing his efforts to protect himself for the disappointment he was about to face.

‘Pinterest.’

‘Yeah that.’

‘Well, you know me better than Tony because I wouldn’t have been able to do all this.’

At least he held some pride in knowing you better than Tony, but he still didn’t know if you liked it, the suspense was eating at him.

‘Like I said we can look for something else or change anything.’

You shook your head, ‘Bucky it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck, how did I get so lucky having you to look after me like this? This is our home? For real? Am I dreaming?’

‘It’s ours.’ This time it came out stronger, you could hear the pride in his voice & the smile that was now carved on his face.

‘Show me the rest.’

‘Well, there’s the basement I figured could be a place for you to work, I thought I’d leave you & Tony to do that space, the top floor has three bedrooms all with their own bathroom, the second floor has our bedroom, walk in closet & bathroom, a guest room, then there’s this little room next to ours, not big enough for a bedroom, maybe an office but I’ve not touched it yet. What do you think we should do with it Bambi?’

Life in your home you shared with Bucky was good, to have met someone who entertained every wild idea & joined you with as much enthusiasm as you did was a concept you wouldn’t ever get used to, even when you thought back to being friends he was always the same. Whether it was the time he drove you to Niagra Falls because you didn’t believe it could possibly freeze despite seeing a live feed & Bucky explaining that no, the feed hadn’t frozen it wasn’t moving because the waterfall was actually frozen or when you insisted he join you looking for bigfoot in Virginia after you watched a YouTube video & convinced yourself you solved where to find one, he didn’t even get mad when you ended up getting lost & calling for Tony to rescue you both.

You looked at the home he had created, it was your peaceful place, over time the details had been updated, trinkets added, photos scattered the side tables of you & your Super Solider in various stages of foreplay caught on camera at functions you had attended which had become a running joke, including the one of you emerging from a cleaning closet that Nat had stood guard in front of when you told her you were trying for a baby. Next to you sat your favourite, the photo you begged Bucky to take with you & your now fully grown dog stood next to the notches on the door frame with a height chart of Burtie’s growth carved with Bucky’s knife, you somehow got Bucky to wear a shirt & trousers to match your dress, you were tempted to buy some pearls & Bucky a sweater vest to make it as cookie cutter & wholesome as humanly possible but didn’t want to push your luck.

You should be ashamed of your camera roll at this point holding so many pictures of them both, but the real life image of them both asleep wrapping themselves around you & your growing belly was an picture you wouldn’t ever forget. Life was pretty perfect. 

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I need him to treat me like this. It would fix me i think.

Rush

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: You and Bucky have places to be and people to see but neither of you can seem to keep your hands to yourself.

Author's Note: All these new pictures of him dressed up....yummy! I would never be able to keep my hand off him 😏thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: it's soft and the love is always there but there's a lot of desperation and neediness, flirty tension, semi-public car sex, smut

“Why can’t you just get dressed here?” he pouts.

You step closer and press your body along his. “Because Nat asked me to come help her get ready and pick a dress.”

His hands slide around your waist, and he dips his head, lips hovering just above yours. “I think Nat can handle that herself.”

“Of course she can,” you answer as you fingers dance up his chest. “But it’s fun to get ready together.”

“I’m fun,” he practically whines before he kisses you.

“The most fun,” you laugh against his lips. “But you own clothes in three colors and have like two pairs of shoes and don’t wear any make up. It’s easy for you to get ready.”

“Hey!” you says, feigning hurt. “And you don’t need any make up.”

You smile and kiss him again. “Love you. I’ll be back to pick you up at seven.”

“Shouldn’t I be picking you up?” he says as he watches you walk toward the door.

“On your bike?”

You raise a brow and pop your hip.

“Sure! Why not?” he counters, stepping closer.

“Because I’ll be in a dress and heels and…”

“Doll,” he murmurs, closing the distance and pulling you into his arms again. “Just stay.”

At his pleading words and soft expression, you almost give in but then you feel his hand inching down your back and when he squeezes your ass you let out a squeal and push him away.

“You’re so full of shit Barnes. You just wanna get laid.”

His eyes widen.

“I…what?”

“I have to go,” you tell him, turning and grabbing the door to pull it open.

He lifts his metal hand above your head, flattening his palm to the wood and pushing it closed again.

“You have to say goodbye first,” he smirks.

You turn back around and drop your bag to the floor then stretch up to kiss his neck.

“Bye baby,” you whisper against his skin, trailing kisses along his jaw.

With a teasing brush of your lips, you start to move away but he grabs you and presses you into the door.

He reaches behind you, closing his fingers around the back of your neck, and tilts your head closer. His lips slide across yours and he eases his tongue inside and all at once it turns desperate.

When he finally breaks the kiss it’s with a low, hungry groan and his hand releases you, but his gaze doesn’t.

“I’m going to make you beg to come later doll face.”

“Is that a promise?” you breathe out as you cling to him for dear life.

The smug tilt of his lips is all the answer you get as you reach back and fumble for the doorknob.

“See you at seven doll.”

He’s dressed and waiting outside when you pull the car into your parking spot in the darkened garage under your apartment building. He’s wearing his black suit jacket and pants and a crisp white button down, the first few buttons open and the collar fluttering lightly in the wind.

He climbs into the passenger seat, grumbling about wanting to drive, and then looks over at you.

“Fuck,” he says. “Get out.”

You panic, looking down at yourself to make sure you didn’t spill something everywhere.

“I want to see you,” he says, leaning across your lap to open the door from the inside. “Get out so I can see you doll.”

“Oh.”

You climb out and smooth your hands down your dress and walk to the front of the car.

He doesn’t follow you out, he only slumps back against the seat and stares at you through the windshield.

You watch his mouth say, “fuck,” again.

“What?” you call out.

Shaking his head, he says, “you look gorgeous.”

When you get back into the car he immediately leans across the console, taking your face in his hands, and looks at you for a heavy, pounding heartbeat before he presses his mouth to yours.

As soon as he touches you, his lips part slightly and he exhales a quiet, “doll,” and then leans closer, taking your bottom lip between his.

Your hands fly into his hair, and you need to feel him along every inch of you. His sounds are so deep and quiet they’re like vibrations that run across your skin, taking you apart piece by piece; your blood that rushes too strong, your hands that slide down his chest, and legs that push up off the seat and over his lap.

He drags you down, grinding up and into you and you sigh out his name when you feel the thick press of his cock between your legs.

When he groans, it sends you over the edge and you’re tugging and pulling at the buttons of his shirt, his belt, anything you can get your hands on.

He’s one step ahead, reaching between you to unzip his pants and shove them down his hips. You feel his bare cock on your thigh, skin warm and soft around something so inflexible.

His long fingers fumble with your panties, pushing them aside, not even bothering to take them off, fingertips seeking and find you wet and needy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck baby. I can’t…I can’t wait. Need you now.”

You nod urgently and he holds himself, sinking deep inside as you both gasp and try to breathe.

His gaze catches yours and the unbridled desire and love in his expression makes you feel shaky and fragile.

He sits up, kissing you, groaning against your teeth when he’s buried inside and grunts these tiny perfect sounds of approval every time you rock forward and back.

Words of praise leave his lips, over and over, and more kisses, his lips brushing your jaw, your neck with more sounds of need.

Reaching between you, he teases with two fingers right where you need him, a ragged groan rumbling up his throat when you tighten around him, and the rush moves down your spine.

Your head falls back with a cry of his name, and he arches beneath you, shoving deeper inside.

It feels like forever before you catch your breath, your hands on his face and his soft sounds pressed into your skin. His kiss is gentle when he pulls away.

“I hope I didn’t ruin your dress.”

Your nose brushes his, a tender bump before a soft kiss.

“We can go clean up quick. Hopefully, we won’t be too late.”

With careful movements he lifts you off his lap and you do your best to keep your dress out of the way as you walk back into your apartment building. Thankfully, there aren’t any neighbors out in the hallway or stairwells, so you make it inside unseen.

He helps you clean up, his hands delicate and so different from their desperation just minutes ago.

“We could just skip the party…” he starts as he fixes his pants and shirt.

You smile but lift your hand as he advances.

“We’re going. And if I remember correctly you promised you’d have me begging to come later.”

His eyes darken and he hums low and deep.

“So…that’s what you can think about at the party and when we get home, you can make it happen.”

You slide past him, your breasts brushing against his chest as you lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Bucky presses you against the wall outside the elevator, growling into your neck over how long you had to stay at the fucking party. You nearly pulled over on the side of the road on the drive back because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Once you’re upstairs and manage to get your keys out he grabs them from you and opens the door, pushing you inside. You’re on your back on the floor only a split second before the door slams shut.

He hovers over you like a predator and you slide your hand down between his legs to grip him. His fingers work swiftly to slide your dress off, unzipping and pulling with ease. You push up into his touch and when you’re almost completely naked he shrugs out of his suit jacket and leans back over you.

His arms strain against the material of his dress shirt and it seems to somehow barely contain his biceps and the wide width of his chest. He runs a warm palm up your stomach and spreads his fingers.

You wait, about to tell him to stop staring and start fucking but then he stands and reaches for your hand, pulling you into him and wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m not fucking you on the floor,” he says simply.

“Then why did you put me there,” you ask with sass.

“I’m impatient.”

He can’t keep his hands off you as you walk toward the bedroom and when his hand dips between your legs to find you soaked he growls, caging you against the wall.

With heavy breaths he tries to regain his control, taking your chin between his fingers and holding your gaze.

“We’re never gonna make it to the bed doll.”

I- this is the best thing I’ve ever read.

I LOVE what you wrote for the other ideas!!

This is kind of a dialogue prompt

Reader says something like, "do you know how many times I've imagined you fucking me on this desk?"

Maybe she's sitting on Bucky's lap while she works on a mission report or something for the team. Since Bucky hasn't seen reader in a bit, he is being needy and handsy trying to distract her. (Cue cockwarming?)

Eventually, reader slams the laptop shut and puts it away before she says that line. Bucky just like

Sweeps EVERYTHING off desk

(I'm so sorry for the long ask) much love❤️❤️

Not me answering this 2 years later but I'm weaaaak for the lip bite and this idea, immediate yes (and by immediate I mean I know I took forever, I'm so sorry, also I love you)

-

"I missed you so much baby" Bucky purred in your ear, hoisting you up by your hips to wrap your legs around his waist as soon as you stepped off the jet. You'd been gone for over a month in those 4 weeks, Bucky had been nothing but a pouty puppy, waiting for you to come back. None of the missions he went on were enough of a distraction, all he wanted was his perfect angel back in his arms and he finally had you.

"Missed you too, bub" You giggled at his scruffy beard tickling your neck as he nuzzled into your skin, carrying you off for some much needed cuddles. "I already showered and changed but I just have to finish my mission report and then I'm all yours"

You pecked the frown that made its way to his face, your thumb brushing over the crease between his brows.

"But I haven't seen you in so long" Bucky mumbled, reluctantly detouring away from your shared bedroom, taking you to the conference room instead.

"I promise I'll be quick-Bucky what are you-" You squeaked as you felt his cool arm effortlessly wrap around your waist, lifting you up so he could sit in the chair instead, plopping you onto his lap.

"I'll be patient" Bucky gave you an innocent shrug, not willing to wait for you to finish so he could spend time with you. You giggled at his clinginess, opening your laptop and pulling up the file you had to fill out; of course his patience lasts all of 10 seconds before his hands slowly slip under your shirt.

"Bucky, what are you doing"

"Nooothin'" he ignored the pointed look you gave him over your shoulder while he started to needily paw at your hips, slowly making his way up to your waist, caressing your skin. "Just feelin' you"

"I can see that" you shook your head, returning to your report, trying desperately to recall various details while your boyfriends hands continued to wander around. You could barely type out a sentence, squeaking when his cool metal fingers brushed near the top of your breast, tracing along the outline of your bra.

"Bucky"

"Y/n"

"You're distracting me"

"No, You're distracting me" He countered with another shrug, adjusting his hips, the movement causing you to shift right onto his-

"Bucky!"

"What" He gave you an innocent pout as if his thick erection wasn't about to pop out of his jeans.

"Your not so little friend there is about to stab my ass" You snoted, ignoring the way his hard length pressed against you made your stomach flip.

"Help him out then" Bucky smirked with a raise of his brow, "C'mon, it'll help me keep my hands to myself if he gets some attention"

"Bucky-

"Please baby, I promise I'll behave, just let me put it in you, I won't move, no more distractions, scouts honor"

"You're a little shit" You rolled your eyes, biting back a smirk as you got up to pull down your sweats while Bucky unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out. He groaned as he swiped his thick cockhead through your folds, your slick already making a mess between your thighs.

"Looks like I wasn't the only distracted on, huh" He whispered against the shell of your head as he pressed inside, the both of you gasping at the feeling of him stretching you. He was careful to lower you slowly, inching his way until you were perfectly seated on his lap and entirely full of him. "Mpph, fuck you feel good baby, keep me nice and warm, that's it" He nipped on your earlobe while you took a moment to recompose, your tight walls fluttering against his shaft.

"I-have to finish this-" Your voice melted off into a moan, how were you going to get anything done, it had been so long since you'd felt your boyfriends fat cock absolutely rail you, making you cum and squirt till you nearly passed out, his length fucking your brains out until he was ready to fill you, his moans and grunts all just for you while his cock exploded with thick streams of cum that would drip out-

"You won't get anything done if you keep grinding on me princess" Bucky's strained, teasing voice broke you from your train of thought, not even realizing you'd been pushing your hips further back on him, trying to feel more. "You sure you gotta finish this right now?"

"Y-yes" You tried to fill out the next section, your eyes rolling back instead when Bucky adjusted himself, pushing himself till his tip kissed your cervix.

"You sure baby, I can make you feel really good"

"I-

"It's been so long angel, I need you, fuck, need you so bad" The neediness of his voice only set you off further, a gush of your arousal pooling out of you, getting the patch of curls at the base of his cock messy. It certainly wasn't missed by Bucky, his hands holding onto your hips so he could gently thrust his hips up just enough for you to feel the slightest movement. "Please baby, m'so hard, balls are fuckin' full, swear my cock's ready to burst there's so much cum for you-

All it took was you shutting your laptop for Bucky to swipe his arm and clear the table of its contents, bending you over the table while he was still deep inside you.

"Fuck, I needed this!" He growled, grabbing you hips and setting a brutal pace without warning, his head thrown back, the sounds of skin slapping on skin mixing with your moans.

"OH-FUCK-J-AMIE" You squealed feeling Bucky angle his hips to hit a spot that made a mess everywhere, your juices dripping onto his jeans, the material turning darker making him fuck you harder.

"That's it baby, make a mess on me, make a mess on my cock, give me what I've been missing so fuckin' bad"

You were nothing more than a babbling mess letting Bucky take what he needed, your legs nearly buckling from pleasure.

"Wanna see you" He pulled out and handled you with ease as he picked you up and placed you onto the table, throwing your pants off and tossing your legs over his shoulders. He didn't waste any time as he slipped in again, the both of you moaning and he started to move again, your tummy bulging each time he fucked into you. "Missed you so much angel, fuck you have no idea"

"Missed you-t-too" You hiccuped from a mixture of emotion and your building orgasm, a mix of everything making your vision blur with white spots and tears. "Missed you so much, Bucky"

"Cum for me angel, I want it, wanna feel my angel cum on my cock, please-" Bucky's pace stuttered as his cock squirted precum, his balls growing heavy, struggling to hold on, "m'gonna cum, can't hold it baby, give it to me"

"I-I-OH FUCK" You let out a silent scream as Bucky slipped his hand between your bodies, his thumb pressed onto your clit rubbing gentle circles. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, his own ready to shoot from the base of his cock, the tip already dribbling-

"Good girl, good fuckin' girl, so pretty when you cum for me baby, fuck me I won't last, shit-I-FUCKK" The first burst of cum flooded and painted your walls, his cock throbbing so hard it nearly sent you into a second climax, "Hng, it's so much, mmph"

Bucky clung onto you with his face buried into your neck, shuddering as his body shook from the waves of his orgasm. He held onto you, keeping you wrapped up as he sat back on the chair, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you"

"I love you too but I need to finish" You sleepily mumbled while Bucky shook his head, carrying you off for some much needed proper cuddles.

"You can finish later after we get some dinner in you and two more orgasms and a nice long shower, maybe a massage and THEN you can-"

"You filthy animals" Tony's voice cut through Bucky's list as he stood at the conference door with an amused smirk on his face.

"Oh my god" You kept your face buried in Bucky's neck, the oversized shirt you were wearing covering up what was going on but there was no mistaking what happened with Bucky's jeans around his ankles.

"Couldn't wait 10 minutes, huh"

"Would you?" Bucky didn't even bother arguing back, raising his brow with a smug smile.

"Can't argue with that" Tony nodded with approval, walking off while Bucky cackled without an ounce of shame.

"You little shit" You stayed pressed against his neck, while Bucky carried you off to your shared bedroom, plopping you onto the bed.

"Now about those two orgasms-"

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Hi! Could you do College!Bucky and reader with the Ask prompt of the sexual tension prompt list? Where they are making conversation and Bucky asks reader why she's single?

[ ASK ] : your muse asks my muse if they're single.

Hi lovey! Thank you for the request. Of course I can! I hope you enjoy ❤️ idk why, but I felt like Bucky would’ve been v v popular, and in a fraternity, so that’s kinda how I structured this. I’m sorry this took so long!

And thank you to @bwhitewolfbarnes for Beta Reading this. 🥺❤️

Title: The Party

Pairing: College!Bucky X Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff, nothing else I can think of! Let me know if you see something else.

It was a stupid last minute decision that you had made to go to that dammed frat party with your friend. Alyssa had insisted on finding you a boyfriend, or at least someone that you wouldn’t mind hooking up with every now and again.

This wasn’t your idea. Yet here you were, in the kitchen of the frat house that you already forgot the name of, while Alyssa was off dancing on some random guy you didn’t recognize.

People repeatedly came in and out of the kitchen, getting drinks, and making out, before moving either back out into the main room or upstairs. No one really stopped to talk to you, but you were grateful for that. A couple giggled and left the kitchen as someone else entered.

You didn’t recognize him, but he certainly was attractive. Brown hair and bright blue eyes. He flashed you a kind smile, and maneuvered around you to grab a red solo cup, and various alcohols. “Hiding from someone?” He spoke when you two were finally alone, his gaze never leaving the cup.

You shook your head, saying “no” softly. He hummed, and handed you the cup. You held your hand up, signalling you didn’t want it. He smiled softly, and you just said, “I don’t drink much. I’m at my limit for the night.”

The man nodded, and held his other hand out, “I’m Bucky.” He flashed you that lovely smile that made you inch closer, and take his hand. Offering your name, he repeated it, shortly after replying “beautiful name.”

You dropped his hand, smiling softly as he leant on the counter beside you. “So what’s a girl like you hiding in the kitchen of a frat party?” He asked.

“A girl like me?” You found yourself giggling softly, “my best friend is off somewhere doing god knows what.” You smiled slightly.

“Best friend? Girls usually don’t come with their best friends. They usually bring their boyfriends.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

You shook your head, moving around him, and grabbing a cup and getting water. Bucky smiled, “alright.. can I convince you to dance with me?” He asked, holding his hand out to you.

“I’m not a big dancer. But thank you..” you smiled. “But maybe you can tell me about yourself?” You asked, hoping to soften the blow. Something about him made you want to be around him.

He smiled, holding his hand out for you again. This time you took it, as he led you out the back door, towards the backyard. The sun was just setting and the air was cool, but not too cold. You smiled as he walked you to a canopy swing. You smiled, sitting down, as he sat down beside you.

***

You giggled as he told you a funny story. The two of you had been out on that swing for what felt like minutes, talking, joking around and laughing. But the air was getting colder. Not enough to go inside, but enough that you noticed the drop in temperature. The sun had already set. But neither of you wanted to leave, just enjoying the presence of each other.

“So there’s really no boyfriend? No one you’re interested in?” Bucky asked, his face turning to you.

You shook your head, smiling softly. “No. Not really. I mean, dating in this time period is kinda weird to me.. I don’t know, I just feel like I’m expected to put out on the first date. I feel like that’s a requirement to get a second date these days… sorry, I’m rambling.” You giggled softly, face heating once again.

He shook his head, smiling, “I could listen to you ramble all day.. but I totally understand” he smiled softly and looked back out at the skyline.

You smiled softly and bit your lip, “what about you? No girlfriend?” You questioned him, surely a guy like him should have a girl somewhere. Right?

Bucky chuckled, “No. I uh, not to sound like that frat guy.. but I’m looking for someone who doesn’t throw themselves at me, someone down to earth.” He nodded.

You smiled softly, nodding, and from that moment, you knew you at least made a friend. What you didn’t know? Bucky would soon ask you out, which would lead to a wonderful, long relationship.