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sushi and fun mugs- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson, steve rogers, random ocs and duck variant quack warnings: people misjudging bucky, reader being upset about it, somewhat short about: request! bucky is super quiet and intimidating and everybody is parting like the red sea whenever he's around yet there's *this one agent* who does everything to make him feel included and loved. everybody thinks she's being delusional for trying but, is she?

“how do you think he takes his coffee?”

“black.” genevieve leans back in her chair, lips puckering as she thinks, eyes thinning. “pure black. no milk, no sugar—he probably just chews on the beans.”

you send her a look and ignore her reponse. “i think he’d take it with sugar. lots of it.”

genevieve’s nose wrinkles, meeting your eye in incredulity. “he doesn’t seem like the type to have a sweet tooth,” she tells you. “sugar fuckin’ turns to… like salt or something in his mouth.”

shrugging, you jut out your bottom lip thoughtfully, cocking your head to catch a glimpse of the man in question through the captain’s office window. bucky barnes sits silently at the table, listening to steve as he talks and ignoring the quips sam wilson seems to be making. you see him roll his eyes twice after sam manages a chuckle from steve, not reacting when he’s nudged with a playful elbow.

“i disagree,” you respond finally. “i think he’s plenty sweet.”

steve and sam finish up the conversation with a single word from bucky, beginning to get up and leave the conference room. a moment after they’ve opened the door, bucky parts his lips with a silent sigh and stands as well, turning in time to catch your stare.

you smile at stunning blue beneath tense eyebrows, lifting two fingers in an enthusiastic wave. bucky manages a rigid lilt of his lips back at you.

“see?” you say to genevieve, who sends you a grimace.

“he looks like it’s physically paining him to have to interact with you.”

with a final glare her way, you move away from her desk, spinning when you hear sam’s voice nearby.

“hey, sam! steve,” you greet. sam returns your grin and musses up your hair while steve settles with a controlled smile and a nod.

“how’s my favorite agent? still kicking ass?” sam asks.

“i just finished up that mission two days earlier than planned, so… yeah,” you brag with a wink. “how’re sarah and the kids?”

“good. she went on a date yesterday, still gotta see how that went. jim and jody start school again next week, so they call to complain about it whenever they can. somethin’ about superhero uncle privileges.”

you suck air in through your teeth and stare up at him guiltily. “they bring up good points.”

“that’s the problem!” sam exclaims, eyes flickering to something off to the side. “someone needs me. talk to you later.” he pats your shoulder before taking his leave.

you turn to steve, bouncing on your heels excitedly. “how’s your cat?”

steve laughs before replying, already slipping his phone out from his back pocket. “she’s doing great. already stealing my socks.” he shows you his phone’s screen, faint smile on pink lips as you eye the orange cat over pairs of mismatched socks, disappointed frown on its snout as it stares into the camera.

“oh, that’s love,” you praise with a clap. “and art class? monday, right?”

“yup. surprisingly relaxing.”

“i told you,” you pester before catching movement on bucky’s end. he steps out, and the agents that had gathered in front of the office to talk to the other avengers silence, beginning to dissipate. you frown, able to see bucky’s indifference but not having it in you to mimic it yourself.

you bend to grab a mug of coffee you’d prepared earlier, giving steve a friendly smile and a tilt of the drink. “be right back.”

you weave your way to bucky until you’re next to him, cheeks pulled as you offer him the large teal mug, index finger over the bump of the ceramic octopus’ eye, pinky grazing one of the tentacles at the bottom.

“hello,” you say.

bucky stares at you. “hi.”

“i made you coffee.” you shake the drink a little. “i hope you like it, it’s completely based on my assumptions.” you chuckle lightly at yourself. “if you don’t, it’s fine.”

bucky’s eyes continue to bore into you, but you don’t falter, continuing to smile with the octopus mug in hand. slowly, his fingers reach to hook around the handle, pulling it to his chest.

“thank you.” he’s gruff as always, but there’s a note of surprise sewn in that you find interesting.

“no problem,” you quip, beginning to head back toward your desk, but you stop yourself, pointer finger in the air as if you’d recalled something. “oh! some of the other agents and i are ordering in from this sushi place that’s supposed to be really good. would you like to join us?”

you can feel genevieve’s stare as you offer it, catch the confused part of bucky’s lips as he mulls it over in confusion.

“...really?” he says finally, shifting on his feet somewhat suspiciously.

you giggle. “of course! we’d love to have you there.”

there’s another brief pause of his intense staring and your intense beaming before he clears his throat. “sure. why not?”

“great! it’s at the conference room on the third floor, see you there!”

bucky isn’t left with much of a response as you turn and walk over to the incredulous look on genevieve’s face.

-

bucky’s grumbling in the elevator next to sam, shuffling his feet as he concentrates on the lowering numbers above the elevator doors, made out of bright white dots underneath smooth glass. sam stares at him, watching him clench his jaw, ocean irises stormy.

“you’re really gonna eat with ‘em?”

bucky grunts in response, rolling his shoulders.

“now, why the hell would you do that?”

he sniffs, tongue swiping at dry lips. sam brightens, dark, squinted eyes widening in annoying realization, mouth pulling into an understanding grin. bucky groans when he says your name.

“‘shoulda known,” sam says, a lilt to his words that makes bucky huff a little sigh.

“she asked.” is bucky’s explanation.

“i ask you for things all the time,” sam complains, stubbornly shoving his hands in his pockets, lips in a wobbly thin line.

bucky feels the wait between five is three is longer than it should be.

“s’what? i gotta be a pretty girl and make some coffee for your grumpy ass?” sam asks. the doors part and bucky exhales in relief, stepping through them but sam’s not finished. sam’s never fucking finished. “is that how i get you to stop eating my fuckin’ ice cream? do some paperwork?” he calls.

bucky flips him the bird, searching for the conference room and your bright smile.

he spots it a few paces away through the window, licking his lips again when he catches your eye. his opportunity to ditch this entire thing is out the window the moment you send him an excited wave with chopsticks between your fingers.

you’re the only one who’s seen him until he pushes open the door and all eyes turn to him, conversation dying on every tongue once soaked in teasing jests. bucky looks around the room, nose twitching. the tension is palpable and he thinks he should leave.

then you cheer his name, bouncing off your seat to wrap your fingers around his bicep, tugging him to the chair next to yours. he spies eyes widening and thinks the agents are being a little dramatic. “i didn’t think you were coming,” you admit.

“‘told you i would,” he reminds gruffly, scanning shocked features. “did they know i was?”

“what? oh.” you wave a hand dismissively at your coworkers. “the more the merrier. paula invited her yoga instructor once.”

it’s still tense, chopsticks frozen around sushi as if unsure what to do next, but you’re either oblivious to it or you don’t care, chattering on with explanations about the different types of sushi available.

“help yourself,” you finish, setting a plate down in front of him. “what were you saying, toby? about last night’s yoga?”

toby eyes bucky uneasily, biting down on his bottom lip uncertainly. “uh. just saying how much of a weirdo this instructor was.”

everyone nods stiffly.

“right! now i’m glad i didn’t take you up on your invitation,” you laugh. “my dog makes a great yoga buddy, though, so it worked out.”

“yeah,” patricia pipes up hesitantly, eyes still flickering from bucky to you. “how is quack?”

you beam so brightly you put down your food. “he confuses the sit and roll over commands, so if i tell him to sit, he’ll roll over, but if i tell him to roll over, he lays down. not sure why but i love him anyway.”

“what’ll make him sit?” bucky asks, all knitted brows and gruff voice.

“down,” you reply, then raise a finger. “but also, strangely enough, if i say the word ‘duck.’”

bucky grunts, shoving one of the pieces of sushi you recommended to him into his mouth.

the silence that follows is long and uneasy.

“my hamster died yesterday,” genevieve blurts suddenly. you send her a confused look as the other agents say their quiet apologies.

bucky chews slowly. “sorry for your loss.”

“thanks,” genevieve replies. she clears her throat. “i should go… train. for the… mission.”

“right,” patricia says, standing too. “yes. we’re very dedicated agents, sergeant.”

bucky wrinkles his nose and she shifts awkwardly. “...sir.”

toby packs up, too, sending your pout a quick smile. “i’ll see you later,” he offers, inhaling sharply before he ducks his chin at bucky. “um, it was… very nice eating with you, sergeant bucky barnes, sir.”

they scramble away, leaving only you and bucky in the conference room.

bucky tenses his jaw as you frown.

“think that was because of me, doll.”

“no!” you argue. “there really is a mission. at some point.” a sigh. “i’m sorry, bucky—”

“why? you didn’t do anything, sweetheart. i’m just saying that you should’ve probably expected that—”

“if they knew you—”

“they don’t like me, they’re not gonna know me.” bucky pops a pieve of sushi into his mouth as you look at the door disapprovingly.

“it’s not that they don’t like you,” you contest. “it’s just… you’re so angry all the time—”

“that’s just my face, sweets, i’m not angry.”

“maybe,” you pause. “smile a little.” at his grunt, you poke his side. “just sometimes. as a peace offering,” you tease, then grin brightly as if to show him what to do.

he glowers at you for a moment before sighing, swallowing his food. “fine.” he tries it, lips twitching up into a strained smile.

you wince, patting his cheek gently. “thank you for trying, baby.”

“what? you don’t like my award-winning smile?” bucky jests, beginning to eat again.

“i like it when it’s real,” you retort, tapping his nose with your finger. “you have a very pretty real smile, bucky.”

bucky’s features set again, but his cheeks pink. “thanks, sunshine.” he runs his tongue over his teeth. “sorry you’re stuck eatin’ with me.”

you humph disdainfully. “i love eating with you. and today’s gossip wasn’t even that good, bucky, don’t even worry about it.”

“really? nothing about joanie’s date?”

“nope.”

“what about genevieve’s email admirer? toby’s secret child?”

“hasn’t messaged in a week, is his cat, i think.”

“well then. i guess we’d be the best gossip today, huh?”

“we’d always be the best gossip, bucky, please,” you condemn. 

“we probably are. little sunshine eating with the big bad wolf. they’re probably sayin’ i’m taking your food or something.” bucky laughs.

you beam, cocking you head at him.

“what?” he asks.

“i told you your real smile was real pretty.”

bucky grunts, leaning over to press a kiss to your hair. “sunshine, you’re really ruining my reputation here.”

“you like it,” you badger.

“i do,” bucky hums, scanning your face with quick blue movements. you’re so bright and pretty, light in a way that makes him feel dirty for daring to kiss his shadows over your sunshine. he growls in frustration, catching the concerned knit of your brows before he dives to kiss you. “i really do.”

car ride

bucky x reader

summary: Bucky Barnes couldn’t care less about getting home because there’s only want thing he wants, and, thanks to Sam’s favorite bumpy road, it can totally be made possible. 

warnings: 18 & up only, cockwarming, fingering, public sex

word count: 1,988

author’s note: sat down to write a quick horny bucky barnes headcanon and it accidentally turned into this :))))

“I need to be in you right now.”

“Need is a strong word,” y/n whispered back to Bucky after hearing his pleading words. “I’m sure you can wait half an hour.” 

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i can’t even oh my god 😫

An Experiment in Jealousy

Summary: You decided to try and make Bucky jealous. Now, you would pay the price.

Genre: Self-indulgent porn without plot tbh, lol

Warnings: slightly rough sex, dirty talk, slight!daddy kink, unprotected sex

Length: 2k

Bucky was the first man to ever make love to you. And boy, did he do everything right. He loved to pepper kisses all over your skin, worship your body, whisper I love yous and I'm so lucky to have yous against your mouth as he thrust into you slowly every night, eyes locked with yours as you both reached your climax.

Sometimes, less often, he would fuck you. When you had a fight and the inevitable make-up sex happened, or when you were just in one of those moods and ripped off his clothes with such ferocity that he just knew what you wanted, or when you told him outright that you wanted it fast and hard instead of gentle and slow.

Tonight, you knew what you wanted. You wanted him to use you, to own you.

And so you had spent the whole night flirting with Steve, playing it in such a way that just about bordered platonic without being too outrageous, but just enough to get Bucky ticking. This, coupled with how you had absolutely iced your boyfriend out all night and instead spoken to Steve with laser focus, would absolutely get you what you wanted. You were certain of it.

You watched Bucky from the other end of the bar to discreetly observe his reactions, his leather-gloved hand wrapped around a beer bottle, the other one lifting up to brush against his lightly stubbled jaw as he observed you. He took a sip of beer, his eyes piercing, and you could tell he was gently seething.

You suppressed a smile. Jackpot.

------ x ------

Bucky all but slammed you against the door of your shared apartment as soon as you had closed it, pressing up against you firmly as you gasped at his sudden movement. His hands framed either side of your head, body trapping you in place as you stared up at his icy blue eyes.

"Is that how you want to play, doll?" He murmured, gritting his teeth as your chest heaved against his.

"Bucky, please," you whimpered, not even pretending to be coy. You knew that he knew exactly what you were playing at, and now it was time to cash in.

"Please, what?" Bucky all but snarled, cocking his head to the side as you blinked at him.

"I need it. Need you."

"So desperate for my cock, are you? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?" Bucky asked, eyes flickering down to your mouth.

His words sent delicious chills down your spine, arousal shooting straight to your core. Your hands grasped his leather jacket, moving to peel it off, but his hands were lightning. They wrapped themselves around your wrists and held them back against the door with a gentle thwack.

"No," he said sternly. "You need to be punished."

Your pussy was practically dripping. You were so wet that you were almost convinced he would be able to smell your arousal soaking through your panties.

"How are you going to punish me, daddy?" you asked in a faux-nervous voice, feeling his hard-on through his jeans already, heavy against your inner thigh. You knew he liked it when you called him that.

"On your knees," he said in his deep, authoritative voice, eyes daring you to object. His tone was void of his usual gentleness. Tonight, he meant business.

You sank down to the floor as he worked at his belt, unfastening the piece of leather and letting it snake to the floor.

"Take it out," he instructed.

You reached out and unzipped his jeans obediently, looking up at him with large, innocent eyes. You touched his bulge over his boxers as he sucked in a ragged breath, unable to hide the effect you had on him despite himself.

Tugging down the waistband of his underwear, his cock sprung free, thick and heavy and red, the velvety head waiting to be sheathed inside your mouth.

"Suck it and make daddy feel good," he commanded, his fingers lacing themselves through your hair.

You didn't need to be told twice. You opened your mouth and wasted no time in swallowing up his cock, his length barely fitting inside your mouth, but you tried your best. You relished the taste of him, the slightly salty tang of his pre-cum, urging yourself to take him deeper and farther down your throat no matter how your gag-reflex protested at the intrusion.

Your eyes teared up as he began to gently fuck your mouth, his hands tugging on your hair without the actual force to hurt you, but encouraging you to take more and more of him into your mouth.

"There's a good girl," he grunted, head rolling back in pleasure as you served him, your mouth forming a suction around his fat cock, your tongue gliding up the length of his dick as you released him with a pop.

Your eyes were wet as you dived in again to taste him, so addictive, enough to make you feel so fucking horny.

For a good five minutes, the only sounds filling the room were his dirty praises and the gargle of you choking on his cock. Eventually you couldn't hold in your needy whines any longer.

"Please, can you put it inside me?" you begged.

"Mmm. I don't know if you deserve it."

Panic flashed briefly within you. Bucky had been known to deny you of release before when you had been particularly naughty, and you mewled in protest. You didn't want to be teased tonight.

"Please, I'll be good. Need you inside me. Don't you want to come inside my tight pussy?" You knew exactly what words would make him attack you hungrily like predator on prey.

Bucky snarled and bent down to grasp your upper arms, jerking you upright to your feet. He shucked off his jeans which were still pooled around his ankles and picked you up with ease, bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto your bed like you weighed nothing.

He shrugged off his jacket and tore his shirt off so he was completely naked, his muscular chest and arms flexing as he undressed. You were still on your back as he crawled onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. You watched as he hitched up the bottom of your dress so it rolled up to your waist, pulling down the neckline so your breasts fell out and presented themselves to him.

"You want this?" He asked, slapping his cock against your pussy through your panties. His hands reached down to grab your tits, squeezing roughly.

"Please, please, please," you chanted like a mantra, hands reaching out for him. You pushed your panties aside with one hand and took his cock in the other, urging him to go inside.

"Needy, aren't we?" Bucky chuckled, biting down on his lower lip. "Tell me what you want. Use your words, doll."

"I want your cock in my cunt," you said desperately, wanting - no, needing to be filled by him. "I want you to fuck me like the fuckdoll I am. I want you to cum inside me, please - Bucky!" You screamed out when he suddenly thrust inside you without warning, without letting you adjust as he entered you all at once.

He bottomed out with a groan, his cock stretching your tight hole.

"Oh god, Bucky," you moaned as he moved with ruthless speed, fucking in and out of your pussy with such force that your tits bounced with every movement. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he leaned down and kissed you angrily, tongue sliding into your mouth.

"This cunt is mine," he hissed, punctuating every word with a sharp jerk of his hips. "No one else. You belong to me. Say it."

"I - ah - belong to - ah - I belong you you, Bucky!" you whined, struggling to catch your breath. "Wait, not so fast, please," you moaned as he hit that spot deep inside your cervix with no mercy.

He didn't stop his pace, only moved to prop your legs up over his shoulders to allow him even better access to you, his cock seemingly sinking even deeper into you, in a way that felt impossible. You felt so full, so over-stimulated, you knew you wouldn't last long.

"Not so fast?" Bucky repeated with a humorless laugh, mocking you. "You wanted it to badly before, doll. I'm just giving it to you."

"Ah -Bucky - " tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of your eyes as you struggled to make a coherent sentence.

"Love how you're clenching around my cock. You were made to take my cock, to be filled up by me," Bucky said, the words making you wetter by the minute. "Gonna cum inside you, doll, gonna give you every last drop. Gonna remind you who you belong to. Gonna pound my cock into you until you beg me to stop."

"Daddy, please, cum inside me," you gasped. You could feel yourself reaching your orgasm, that feeling of pleasure creeping up slowly until you found yourself begging Bucky to keep going. "Please don't stop, don't stop, i'm almost there. Please keep fucking me, Bucky!"

A feral noise left Bucky's mouth as his cock continued to dive in and out of your sore pussy, never once faltering. You knew he could feel it when you clenched around him with a gasp, stars blinding your eyes as you came, his name falling off your tongue.

"Oh god," you gasped, heart beating rapidly as Bucky never stopped moving, smirking at your shaking form.

His hands reached down to flick at your clit as you squirmed, too sensitive.

"Bucky, no," you whined weakly, the pleasure too much for you as he continued to play with your pussy all the while his shaft disappeared into your cunt again and again, slick with your juices.

"You can do it one more time, doll, I know you can. Cum for daddy," Bucky grunted.

"Are you gonna cum inside me?" You asked as you felt the burning beginnings of another orgasm slowly stir inside you, biting on the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from screaming. Your hands made their way to Bucky's neck, pulling him down to kiss you again.

"You're my cumslut, aren't you?" Bucky asked, eyes boring into mine. "Or do you want me to cum on your tits? Your face?"

The image of him painting your face white with his semen was almost too much. Tempting, but you knew you wanted it all in you tonight.

"Inside," you requested, almost begging.

He grunted in acknowledgement, and you knew he was close as he continued to draw circles around your clit.

He sped up the pace, one hand reaching out to grab the headboard behind you, vibranium hand crushing the wood as his hips stuttered. He groaned loudly as he shot his seed inside you, unloading his cum inside your willing cunt.

"Fuck, doll, you feel so fucking good," he hissed.

It was your second undoing at the feeling of him filling you up, and you unraveled seconds after he did, tears streaming down your face at the absolute electric pleasure of it.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you sweating and panting, his lips burying themselves against your neck.

"God, that was fucking incredible," he said eventually, slightly out of breath. His cock was still inside your pussy, and you whimpered at the feeling of him sliding out of your hole as he softened, his cum following suit.

"You're leaking out of me," you sniffed in protest.

Bucky reached down to deftly slide three fingers into your used cunt, inciting a squeal from your lips, a teasing smile on his face as he lifted his head to look at you, challenging you.

His fingers fucked you, fucking his cum back inside, playing with it as you almost sobbed out loud at the feeling. Eventually he withdrew his hand and lifted his digits to your mouth, which you opened automatically.

You licked him clean, the taste of your combined fluids making you shiver with delight.

"Mmm, Bucky..."

You felt your eyes grow heavy as you finally came down from the high, but you could feel Bucky growing hard against you again, his hand pumping his cock to encourage it.

"Doll, we're not even nearly finished yet."

i want a mafia bucky so bad.

I loved you in secret

Mob!Bucky x Detective!Reader 

Run-through: Your relationship with Bucky was the kind of dangerous secret that could destroy you. But you couldn’t let him go either, he was too addicting. And neither was he willing to let you go, despite all the risks. The city was his playground, and this game of hide and seek you both played was his favourite. 

Themes: mob!bucky, smut, fluff, detective!reader, metal arm, 

a/n: I missed writing and I missed mob!bucky so here’s a little fic for you ily guys so much muaaahhh

You were immediately on high alert as you left the pub. 

The team was celebrating a big case finally getting solved, so a few rounds of drinks was mandatory. But you left just after the second round of drinks because you wanted nothing more than to just get home and take a nice, long bath. 

Your apartment complex was a 20-minute walk away from the pub, and the precinct. And the thought of a warm bath made you walk faster through the city. 

But you being on high alert meant that something wasn’t right. Your gut was telling you something but you couldn’t figure out what. 

Right as you passed a dark alley, a hand reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into the alley and pressing you against the wall. A cold hand covered your mouth, muffling your scream. You were ready to kick and fight your way out of the man’s tight grip, but that was until you realised who it was, and sagged in relief. 

Bucky chuckled, removing his metal hand and uncovering your mouth to let you breathe properly. “Hi babygirl,” He nuzzled your neck as you took deep breaths to calm your racing heart, “Missed me?” 

His soft lips brushed against your skin as he left kisses all over your neck. “Bucky!” You whisper-yelled. “You can’t just be here, you know that. We talked about this, you can’t be anywhere near this area.” You tried reasoning, but you couldn’t help the gasps and moans that left your mouth as Bucky’s kisses got more and more bitey. 

“I know, I know,” He sighed, pulling away to look at you. His handsome face was partially hidden in the shadows, only one of his piercing blue eyes was visible and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked up at him, despite knowing that if anyone saw you here in his arms, your career was over instantly. “I needed to see you. I missed you, baby. I was away all week, I couldn’t just sit at home and wait for you, you know?” 

You rolled your eyes, leaning in and pressing your forehead to his. You breathed in his scent and it helped you calm down a little bit. “I know,” You whispered. “You’ve been following me all night, haven’t you?” You asked, already knowing he was what your gut was trying to tell you about. 

Bucky smirked, kissing your forehead. “I have. Ever since you left work.” He kissed down your face, along your jaw. “I couldn’t resist,” He whispered, “You know how much I like watching you walk around in your suits,” He chuckled into your ear, hands dropping down to grab your butt for emphasis. “Now, can we go home so I can take it off of you?” 

As much as you wanted to go with him right away you said, “You go ahead. I have some stuff I need to grab from my place and then I’ll see you at yours, okay?” You cupped his face as you spoke. He gave you his rare puppy eyes, then groaned. 

“Fine. I'll send a car for you. I want you home in less than an hour.” He whispered, playfully biting your lip. “You hear me, detective?” He teased, “Less than one hour.” He repeated. 

Everytime he referred to his place as ‘home’, your heart skipped a beat. You smirked, “Yes, sir.” You replied, winking as you pulled away to walk home as fast as you could. “Now get out of here before you get us both in trouble.” 

—

As you walked to your apartment, you knew an all black, heavily tinted SUV was following you from a distance. It would’ve freaked you out if you didn’t know that there were just a few of Bucky’s men in the vehicle, ordered to ensure you make it to your apartment safe. 

You smiled to yourself as you took the elevator to your floor. Already making a mental list of all the things you needed to pack for the weekend that you would be spending with Bucky. He was gone for the whole week for some ‘work thing’ and you had missed him so much. 

You and Bucky couldn’t text or call like normal couples, because the risk of getting caught was too high that way. If any one of his associates or allies found out, you could be in terrible danger. And if any one of your colleagues ever found out, you were done for. So it could only be brief late night phone calls, or messages only a few times in a day. 

As you packed, you thought of the day you met Bucky. 

A little over a year ago, you were undercover in an infamous club in the more corrupted part of the city. That’s when you caught Bucky’s eye. He walked over to you, flirting shamelessly, constantly asking if he could buy you a drink, asking you to dance, and whatnot. 

You had taken your gun out then, and had discreetly pressed it against his side. ‘Leave me alone, or I’ll shoot.’ Bucky had chuckled in that proud way of his, and pulled you closer. ‘You don’t wanna do that, detective. Now leave before I set my guys after you.’ 

He had known you were a cop in an instant, but he played along. 

‘You could always do that, even if I leave. Why would I trust you?’ You’d asked. 

He had given you that devilishly handsome smile of his and said, ‘You don’t have a choice, detective. There’s a car waiting for you outside, get it in and go where it takes you. I’ll join you in a while.’ 

For some reason you had done as he asked, and that’s how you woke up in his bed the next morning after the best night of your life. 

And since then, the two of you couldn’t walk away from one another. Your little risky situationship had turned into something so much stronger over the past year, and now you couldn’t imagine life without him. 

—

A car was waiting for you downstairs, as always. You got in with your bags and couldn’t wait to get to Bucky’s place. Home, as he called it. 

Bucky’s mansion was found on the outskirts of the city, hidden within the rather dense and heavily secured forest. Very few people had access to this place. It felt like it was another world, cut off from the rest. Quiet, luxurious, and private. 

The moment you walked in through the huge front doors, you were ambushed. By a pair of muscular arms, and an eager mouth. His relentless kisses had you giggling as you tried to maintain your balance. 

“Bucky!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around him. 

“Fuck,” He growled, hugging you so tightly it hurt. “I missed having you in my arms, detective, you know that?” 

You tried to pull away to breathe but he wouldn’t let you. His metal arm tightening extra hard around you. “I’m gonna pass out if you don’t let me go.” You choked out through giggles.  

Bucky pulled away, laughing as he grabbed your hand and led you towards the giant staircase. “Come on, we have so much catching up to do.” 

— 

The two of you barely made it to the bedroom before Bucky got handsy. He pushed you up against the nearest wall and undid the buttons of your shirt 

“I missed you, babygirl…” He whispered against your mouth, kissing you hard. His hands slid your shirt down your shoulders, dropping it on the ground before he began undoing your pants as well. “I need you,” He breathed. 

“Bed,” Was all you could mumble in your lust-drunk haze. 

Bucky dragged you to his bedroom, stopping a few times on your way there to kiss you or get rid of an article of clothing. 

By the time you both made it to his large bed, you were both naked and starved for one another. 

“Fuck,” Bucky whispered as he laid you down on his bed, hovering above you. “Look at you…” he leaned down to kiss your neck, “You’re fucking perfect, aren’t you, babygirl?” 

You arched your back, pressing up against him and he nibbled on your skin before pulling away to look down at you. His stare was intense, fiery, eyes darkening with lust. His voice was deeper than usual as he said, “I love you so fucking much.” 

You smiled up at him, running your hands all over his back, shoulders, fingers running through his hair. You were starving, breathless, and trapped between his strong body. “And I love you, Buck.” 

He leaned down again, kissing you even more ferociously. “I’ve been dreaming of having you here with me, in my bed. Do you know how hard it is to be away from you?” He kissed along your jaw, “It drives me fucking insane.” 

His mouth slowly moved down your body. Kissing along your neck, biting your breasts and briefly sucking on them, kissing down your stomach, your hips, your thighs until he knelt in between your bare legs and stared down at you.

You lifted your upper body up onto your elbows and met his intense stare, burning with desire. You smirked as you held his feral stare. “Go on then, what are you waiting for?” 

Bucky held your stare as he chuckled, leaning down to trail his lips up to your inner thighs then placed his hands on both your thighs and spread your legs further apart. “So bossy, detective…” He whispered quietly under his breath as he held your gaze. 

Your wetness slowly dripped out of you as he kissed you everywhere except for where you needed him the most. You were whining and squirming under him but he acted like he was suddenly in no rush. 

“Do you know how desperately I’ve wanted this?” He spoke, lips brushing against your heated skin. Then he scoffed, “I bet no one even knows how wet and needy you get for the bad guy, huh?” He taunted, “I bet no one knows how pretty the little detective looks when she begs the wanted criminal to fuck her harder and deeper.” He spoke and each warm breath of his made you whine and squirm even more as he held you there, open for him. 

His words gave you butterflies in your stomach, made you clench hard around nothing. 

“Bucky, please… I need you.” You whispered, your voice barely audible to yourself with how loud your heartbeats echoed in your ears. 

“Beg.” He said. “Beg me to touch you. Come on, babygirl. Beg for my tongue.” 

You whined. “Bucky please… It’s been so long, please. I need you,” You whispered. “I need your tongue, baby, please.” 

Bucky smirked upon hearing the desperation in your voice. “Good girl.” He quickly pressed his lips to your inner thigh again, his mouth getting closer and closer to your dripping core. 

You tipped your head back, sighing quietly as you felt his breath against your wet folds. Your body shivered and squirmed. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft hair, which only made him groan even louder. 

You couldn’t help but moan shamelessly as he brought his mouth over to your clit, sucking on it hard enough to make you squirm in pleasure. His tongue slid up and down your folds, teasing your entrance, occasionally flicking your clit. “Best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted,” He whispered. 

You tugged gently at his hair causing him to growl against your skin in response. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. You were sure your arousal must be coating his entire mouth and lips by now. 

“So fucking delicious…” Bucky whispered, as he kept making you moan louder and louder with his tongue. He parted your legs further as far as they would go as he slowly brought a metal finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds.

You shivered under his cold touch, then bit your lip to refrain from moaning too loudly. “Oh Bucky…” You sighed, then gasped audibly as he slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit. “Please…” You begged, wanting more. 

“Does that feel good, babygirl?” He asked, and chuckled when you were only able to moan in response. Lips brushing against your wetness he asked again, “Does it, baby? Hmm? Did your fingers feel this good when you touched yourself while I was away?” He growled as you kept whining and squirming under his addicting touch, “Answer me.” 

“No…” You gasped. “No, it didn’t feel this good.” You whispered, breathless and wanting. “Bucky please…” You moaned. “Stop teasing me.” You said, looking down at him. 

He gave you a cocky smirk. “You’re mine. I’ll tease you if I want to.” 

You whined again, “Baby, please…” 

His ocean blue eyes watched you as you lost control under his touch, whimpering and legs shaking as he teased your clit with his tongue and finger-fucked you. “You look so beautiful like this, you know that?” 

You squirmed and gasped under his addictive touch. “Bucky…” You moaned out loud, your eyes closing and your head tilting back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you. 

You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filling the room. You tugged harder at his hair as you came, gasping for air as you came down from the high.

A faint giggle escaped your lips as Bucky left small kisses up your body until he hovered above you again. He stared deep into your eyes. “I love you,” He said. 

“And I you.” You wanted him so bad it hurt. “Please, Buck…” You begged. “No more teasing, please.” 

Bucky’s smile was genuine as he said, “Okay, babygirl. Whatever you want.” He leaned in to kiss you again. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of you on his tongue. 

You kept waiting for more, but Bucky wasn’t quite done kissing you yet. So you scratched down his back, frustrated as you pulled away and demanded, “Will you fuck me already?!” 

Bucky laughed at your little outburst, “Well spread your legs then,” He smirked when you obeyed instantly. He held your stare as he slowly slid inside of you, both of you grunting softly as he went. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He whispered, nothing but desire and love in his eyes. He leaned in again, whispering against the corner of your open mouth, “How the fuck did I survive without this for a whole damn week?” 

You felt his cock stretching you, filling you up. Every thick inch of him sliding into your tight cunt. “I don’t know how I survived without you either, baby.” You gasped. “You… you feel so good.” You could feel your eyes tearing up at how snug he felt inside you. 

Bucky pulled away to watch you, “I don’t care, I’m bringing you with me wherever I go from now on.” He held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He looked down to where your bodies connected, quickly spitting right on your clit, his metal thumb spreading the wetness around as he leaned down to give you a messy kiss, swallowing your desperate moan in the process. 

You couldn’t help your loud moans as he moved his hips the slightest bit. He said, “I forgot how good you looked with my cock buried deep inside you, babygirl.” Bucky pulled away and watched you as you whined at the feeling of his cock slowly moving in and out of you.

You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you. You felt all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you until he was all you could focus on. The problems of real life didn’t matter anymore. 

“You feel so good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, his metal hand wrapping around your throat as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. “So perfect for me.” 

You moaned at how perfect his hard, muscular, tatted and slightly scarred body felt against yours, his weight pressing down on you. His slight stubble tickled your skin as he moved.

Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts, relentless and unbearably good. The pressure around your lower body, tight and hot.

Bucky looked down at you as you tightened around his cock. He smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in. “Look at me, babygirl.” When you did, he whispered, “You’re mine. Only mine.” 

You nodded. The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. Normally the idea of anyone claiming they owned you would’ve pissed you off. But damn, he made it sound so hot. 

He gave you a lazy smile, “Are you gonna come for me now?” His metal hand squeezed your throat, making you moan even louder. “My dirty little detective. Look at you, all cock drunk and still wanting more…” He scoffed, giving you a messy kiss. “Come all over my cock, come on. Be a good girl and come.” 

You whimpered, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his hand let go of your throat and his metal fingers found your clit, toying with it while he pounded into you mercilessly.

Bucky loved that look on your face, that look of utter bliss, pain, pleasure, lust and hunger all at once.

“That’s it, babygirl. You’re doing so well for me, look at you. Now come, come all over me,” He whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock, tightening around him. 

Bucky kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. 

“Fuck, baby…” He watched you, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing. “I need you again.” He said, crazed with hunger for more. 

He pulled out, his cock still achingly hard. “Already?” You squealed as he flipped you around – your hips and ass up while your face was pressed against the pillows. You were still catching your breath when his metal hand teased you in between your legs, his cold fingers rubbed around your clit and made you tremble. “Ah,” You moaned due to the sensitivity. “Be gentle.” Your voice sounded muffled because of the pillows. 

His body bent over yours, his warm chest pressing against your back as he kissed your shoulder and the back of your neck until his mouth reached your ear, “I love you, but don’t you fucking dare tell me how to fuck you,” He said, softly but you could hear the untamed hunger in his deep, now growly voice. 

“Buck…” You whined, “I’m gonna be so sore.” 

“Good.” He licked along your neck and said, “I want you to feel me all day tomorrow.” He playfully bit down on your shoulder and you let out a loud moan. He chuckled at the sound of it.

You whimpered, “You always do this.” You murmured, voice laced with need and lust as he pulled away from your ear and kissed along your shoulders.

“Hmm. And you like it.” 

You felt his hands on you, warm and cold, as he gripped each side of your hips then pushed into you from behind. Slow and deliberate strokes, until he slid inside you fully.

Bucky groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely all over again, and moved in and out of you hard and deep, desperately trying to make both of you come this time. 

Your fingers gripped the cool, satin sheets beneath you tightly, and your mind was all foggy, and you moaned wantonly as he pounded into you from behind, not once slowing down. 

His metal hand grabbed you by the back of your neck, using that grip to create a delightful momentum that had you tearing up again. “Fuck,” He growled, “Remind me to use a plug on you next time. Your other hole is looking pretty empty.” 

You couldn’t help the groan that escaped your mouth. “You can be so fucking filthy sometimes.” You said, whimpering just at the thought of being filled like that. 

Bucky chuckled, not stopping. “You love me.” He said. All true. 

Your walls throbbed and clenched around him each time he filled you up, as he took you higher and higher all over again. 

“Fuck, babygirl.” He hissed. “I’m gonna come deep inside you.” You felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Come for me again.” He hissed again, then groaned as you tightened around him – coming undone again. 

Bucky growled as he buried his cock deep inside you, coming undone inside you like he promised. You whined and whimpered as you felt him filling you up, feeling some of his cum drip down your thighs. 

“Fuck…” You whined, feeling your tears wet the pillow beneath you as you caught your breath. 

“Oh babygirl,” He whispered as pulled out and he laid down beside you, pulling you into him for a cuddle. “I’ll clean you up in a bit, okay? I just need to hold you for a while.” He said, kissing all over your face. “Fuck, I love you.” 

You sighed in bliss, still trying to calm your racing heart. “I love you more.” You whispered. 

—

“So,” You spoke, putting another piece of fruit in your mouth as the two of you laid in bed in your robes. You were both too lazy to put on clothes after showering so here you were now, lounging in bed in your robes, with food and wine. “How was work?” You asked, “What did you do all week?” 

“Apart from missing you like a lovesick madman?” Bucky smiled, placing his empty wine glass on the bedside table. “I made more money for you to spend.” He said with a wink. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Meanwhile I had to pretend I was closer to putting some of your guys in jail. They just happened to be faster than me so I very conveniently lost them in a car chase. On an empty road.” 

Bucky smirked, “You’re the best, baby.” 

You threw a napkin at him. “I’m gonna lose my job one of these days because of you, I can feel it.” You taunted playfully. 

He scoffed. “Well good, we can finally move to the island once you do.” 

“There you go again,” You rolled your eyes again. 

Him and that island – the small private island he owned and on which he planned to spend the rest of his life with you. He was obsessed with the idea of the two of you living there and calling it home, cut off from the rest of the world. Honestly, you didn’t hate the idea. 

Bucky turned to face you, placing a gentle hand on your exposed knee. “Baby, we talked about this.” He reasoned. “At some point we’ll have to move. There’s no place for us here.” He added. 

You knew what he meant. You knew he was right. But then there were other factors to consider. “Buck… what will I even do there?” 

Bucky sighed, grabbing your arm and pulling you on top of him. You straddled him with a coy smile as he lazily caressed your thigh while he spoke. “You can do anything. Everything. You won’t even have to work, I’ll take care of you. You know that, babygirl.” 

You chuckled, cupping his face and giving him a loud kiss on the lips. “So you want me to leave my entire life behind, move to a private island with you and do what? Twirl around in a pretty dress all day? While you work your ass off?” 

He smirked, “I quite like the thought of that actually.” 

You smacked him on the chest. “I’m serious, Buck.” 

“So am I.” He argued. “Look, I’ve been carrying an engagement ring around for more than six months now. But I don’t want to force you into doing anything. We can wait, I’ll wait for you. Just know that this is gonna happen sooner or later. Us, the island, our future together. It’s happening and you can’t stop it.” He then squinted at you, “Why aren’t you surprised concerning the ring?” 

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You keep it in the drawers of your bedside table. It’s not exactly a secret spot to hide an engagement ring that big.” You teased. 

Bucky smirked then pushed you down on the bed, getting on top of you again. Your robes untied in the process. You squealed and laughed as he tickled you incessantly. “That damn smart mouth of yours.” He growled, leaning in to kiss your face. “If you knew about the ring, why didn’t you bring it up? Hmm? Why haven’t you said yes to marrying me yet?” He nuzzled your neck, biting down on your shoulder. 

“Ow!” You hissed in pain, then giggled as he kissed it better. “Because you haven’t proposed to me properly.” 

“I don’t have to” He mumbled, kissing down your neck. “You’re marrying me and that’s it.” 

You scoffed. “So fucking controlling.” You teased him, your back already arching beneath him as his kisses got more and more steamy. 

He pulled away to look down at you, his chain dangling from his neck right above your face, tickling your skin. Suddenly you wanted to live in this moment forever. Safe, warm, under him. This was your favourite place in the whole world. 

“Then you shouldn’t have fallen in love with a criminal if you didn’t want a controlling man, detective.” He slapped your thigh, making you yelp in surprise. “And don’t pretend as if you don’t like me like this.” He sounded just as cocky as he did the day you met him. 

You sighed. “Unfortunately I do.” You pulled him closer and kissed him. A soft, gentle kiss as he pressed his entire body weight down on you. “And yes, I will marry you. Eventually.” You whispered through the kiss. 

He smiled against your lips, “Good.” 

“Not right away though,” You said, “I still have many bad guys to catch.” 

He chuckled, “You’re lucky I’m so in love with you.” 

pretty sure i could romanticise anything, i am deeply delusional.

soft days [Bucky Barnes]

summary: After facing The Flag Smashers and saving the world once more, Bucky offers you his place to crash after yours got burned to the ground. But with the constant flirting, you almost regret accepting... almost.

prompt: "All you need is a little love, and some freshly baked cookies. But an orgasm never hurt anybody."

pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: +18 smut, Bucky being a smug little shit, language, Shirtless Bucky, fingering, allusions to fem receiving.

A/N: This wasn't proofread. I'll fix the mistakes later. Please leave a like, comment and reblog. Enjoy❤️

Bucky Barnes is a fucking tease. And he fucking knows it.

Through all the months of paperwork, you had to sort through after the Flag Smashers attacked, you realized this annoying little fact when Bucky would walk around the apartment half-naked.

You didn't have a crush on him. You swear you weren't attracted to him and didn't think of him that way. This was of course a complete lie because your brain would short circuit whenever you'd see miles of muscle and black and vibranium gold.

You sat on the couch, typing away and chose to ignore his tall figure as he strode around his kitchen. Or rather, tried to. Your thighs clenched as you watched the muscles on his back muscles flexing while he ransacked the fridge.

He drank from the carton of milk and turned to look at you. "You work too much."

"Well, someone has to." you muttered, focusing on the screen of your laptop.

"When was the last time you ate?" he asked, tilting his head.

For the first time, you really took the time to pause and think about something other than the workload that has been pushing you to the limit. "I think yesterday?"

It hadn't been a few hours into this new day, right? The only time you remember putting something edible in your mouth was in fact yesterday, you just couldn't recall the time. However, you did recall Bucky making a lot of lame jokes and smiling when you almost choked on your food.

God, that smile made you weak.

Then your attention shifted back to your laptop as soon as you put a stop to that train of thought. No need to dwell on those distracting moments. You need to work.

"Yeah, at breakfast." he pointed out, propping down next to you. "Doll, come on."

You chose to ignore him simply for the fact that he chose the worst day to be showing off his godlike form. "Have something to eat."

"Barnes, I'm not in the mood for sugar at this hour." Your brows furrowed as you focused. You might have found a good enough living arrangement just yet. Only for your device to be snatched from your lap. "Wha— Hey!"

He held it in his vibranium hand. "Since when are we on a last name basis now, sweetheart?"

"Since you keep trying to distract me from work and house hunting."

"Am I really that bad?" he smirked, licking his lips. The fucker knew how tempting he fucking was. And how annoying. "I offer you a place to sleep and remind you to eat and take care of yourself."

He leaned further into your space, which made you inhale sharply. You played it off by putting your feet on the couch, adding a barrier between the you two.

"Yeah, and you drink straight from the milk carton." You will never cease the satisfaction you get from calling him out on his bullshit. "Give it back."

"Not until you eat." He waved the pastry in your face.

You brushed him off, rolling your eyes. And then you felt his arm draping over your shoulder. His warmth oozed into your skin, and as did his scent, which did things to your raging mind.

"Just sayin, sweetheart." His hand caressed your knee, slowly gliding further and further and you found your thoughts bending to his will. "All you need is a little love, and some freshly baked cookies."

You watched him safely put the laptop away and closed it. Then he put the pastry on top of it. What you didn't expect was for him to lean closer to you.

"Wh—what're you—" you stuttered feebly, backing away when his nose touched yours, fully aware of the vibranium hand pressed on your ribcage as his stature loomed over you.

"But an orgasm never hurt anyone."

Goddammit, Barnes.

You scowled, feeling your cheeks burn at the lazy grin settling on his smug face. The warmth between your legs grew exponentially with each moment his hand inched closer to your your shorts, his fingers slipping underneath the hem.

You sucked in a shaky breath when his cold fingers instantly made contact with where you wanted him the most. Instantly, your thighs clenched around his hand.

Fuck, he was just touching your clit and it already feels like you were boiling in your own skin. Your teeth caught your bottom lip as you struggled not to let out a sound, as you were struggling to breathe properly.

"Sweetheart, you're drenched." He licked his lips, humming as he observed how your head lolled back. "I've always wondered if you'd taste as good as you look."

"Fuck you..." you hissed through clenched teeth, struggling to keep your eyes open because his fingers -God, his fingers- made tight little circles on your clit.

"Oh, I'm about to."

You hadn't had an orgasm in months. Bucky's enhanced hearing was always that one factor that inhibited you from touching yourself. Whenever the itch needed to be scratched, you drowned yourself in work instead.

Which is why the pressure built rapidly, taking you higher and higher so fast, you were scared of the fall. Heat pooled in your belly, swirling, threatening to burst you right open.

He gave you a smile so dubious when you let out a shaky moan, you thought you were staring straight at a predator. You hadn't realized he was prowling over you until your back hit the couch. His arm being the only thing keeping your legs from shutting in completely.

"You're full of shit."

"And you about to be full of me, baby." You wanted to smack the smug grin off his face.

"Barnes—" you hissed, trying to close your legs, more out of instinct than anything, despite your pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers. He didn't let you, pushing more of his weight on top of you until your knees were on either sides of his torso and he pushed his fingers so deep that your toes curled while you sighed in delight. "Y—you're such a..."

Your hand grasped his wrist, the one between your legs and you didn't realize your hips raised to find more pleasure, more of his touch. You wanted more, but you didn't want to say it. Didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Sorry, doll." he said, kissing your neck. "What was that?"

You keened harshly, the heat in your stomach building faster, taking you higher and and higher. Bucky plants another delicate kiss on your pulse, his teeth grazing your collarbone and that had done it.

The orgasm hit you harder than you'd expected. Hot-white pleasure flooding your entire system with a force than numbed every last frantic thought in your mind. Your spine bowed tightly as you barely turned your head to mewl into the cushion that was beside your head.

Leaving you vulnerable, unaware of Bucky's gaze. Unaware of the desire just waiting to be unleashed as he watched you cum on his fingers. For he's waited too long to see this happen in real time. You didn't see how he looked at you, like you were the most precious thing to ever exist because your eyes were tightly shut.

"That's what I thought." Your limbs were too weak to smack him in the face.

You breathed deeply, turning your head in time to see him licking his fingers and a moan slipped through his lips. The sight made your cheeks burn hotter than they already did. Your heart might jump through your chest and that worried you.

He leaned back on his knees and took off his shirt. Then he looked down on you, and you felt more like prey with each passing second.

You gasped when he threw your legs over his shoulders and you see his tongue swiping over his lips as he pulled your shorts off, along with your soaked panties to the side. He siched your legs apart this time, groaning as he kissed your weakened thighs.

"Now sit back and let me help you relax."

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i never hated you

Summary | You and Bucky never got along.

Content | 18+ content, minors DNI, P in V, enemies to lovers, NFSW.

Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader

Side note | every time I write smut it flops, hopefully this will be the one 😩❤️ and also check out my other work!!

"You're training with Buck." Steve doesn't bother to look her way knowing the moment he does it will be met with narrowed eyes. The look of annoyance forms creases against her forehead, arms crossing against her chest as a huff fills the distance between them.

"Steve, you can't -."

"No one else can train you. I have a mission, Nat is coming with me. Only you and Bucky will be here." Steve had taken her under his wing, teaching her everything he knows. If only his best friends weren't at each other's throats all the time.

"Well I don't want to."

"Suck it up sweetheart." The voice snarls behind her, both heads turn toward the direction of the door. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, intimidating as ever as his eyes darken under his gaze. "It's not like I want to waste my time with you but here I am."

The way her lip curls up is annoying. His fingers dig into the large bulge of his bicep to suppress the urge to say something he knows Steve would only scowl him for.

Bucky was handsome to say the least, dark short hair with an equally short beard that peppers over the skin of his chiseled jaw. With a pair of striking blue eyes that anyone can be charmed by, not to mention the muscular build that even a nun would be able to look away from, too bad he's a jerk.

The two can't even remember how it started, this unspoken hatred but it's been going on for months now. While she's blames it on his jealously of Steve, he blames it on the fact that she's so whiny and always needs guidance.

"Enough." Steve's authoritative tone leaves very little room to disobey, seafoam blue eyes tightening are a warning enough. "Both of you will act like adults, like you are."

"Yeah, whatever." Bucky mumbles under his breath, head turning to convey the room to avoid her gaze but hers doesn't move. Greedy eyes meet the thick column of his neck, the belly muscle popping through and the sudden feeling to run her tongue across it makes her eyes widen.

"What are you looking at?" Bucky snarls.

"Nothing!" She hisses back, "Get over yourself."

"You're the one looking at me, honey." The nickname makes her visibly cringe, teeth gritting as she steps closer despite her cheeks burning hot with embrassment.

"Stop calling me that." The way he steps closer until their chest to chest is intimidating, towering height earning a smug look from Bucky.

"Buck, out." Steve huffs, fed up with them both. The next words mumbled under his breath, "Can't concentrate with you two acting like children."

The slam of the door causes her to jump, head snapping towards the direction except Bucky is long done but the lingering smell of fresh mint and chapped leather is promient.

***

"You're late." Bucky booms so loudly it seems to echo off the walls and causes her to hold a hand against her chest, breath hitching as she places her things down on the mat.

"I'm two minutes late, got your panties in a twist?" The words causing his lips to curl with distaste. "Let's just get this over with."

Before Bucky can even turns he feels a force of a body try to knock him onto his feet but he quickly turns, not paying much attention to his left hand until it comes it contact with her cheek.

It was hard enough to hurt and his face drops instantly, he watches as she cups her cheek and he can already see the angry, red mark forming there.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -."

Two rather small hands aim for his head but he manages to dodge the fists but he doesn't expect the strong leg that comes from behind and sweeps him off his feet. Bucky reaches forward as he brings to fall towards the ground, big fingers curl around her shirt and pull until she tumbles on top of him with a huff.

His chest rises and falls under the scrutiny of her gaze. Parted thighs straddle his lap, a face full of hair as her hands flatten against his chest to push off the fall but he can't seem to keep his eyes trained, instead they fall to irregular rhythm her chest. Beads of sweat forming against skin and trails down and over collar bones and into the valley of her breasts and he can't seem to look away as they move with every breath.

Between her thighs radiates with warmth and it's his turn to stop breathing with the way her eye lids flutter at the sensation of his growing erection press against her clothed mound. The thick material of his tactical pants grinds against her puffy clit even through the clothes.

The moment her eyes open she's met with the intense electric blue eyes. His bottom lip is tucked between his pearly whites as an experimental hand presses against the small of her back. The size difference makes her head spin, the size of his hand as he pushes her forward on his lap to catch the swollen head of his clothed cock against her throbbing clit.

The mix of a moan and whine that fall from her lips makes his cock throb and she turns her head away with embarrassment but the hand that cups her chin and turns her back to the sultry gaze, "No, you sound so sweet."

The words makes her gasp or maybe it's the thumb that lays flat against her bottom lip and toys with the skin. Bucky doesn't dare move, just leans in excruciatingly slow, unsure eyes flickering from her own to her lips waiting for the words to stop him but they never come. The moment he's met with the soft, warm lips he melts.

Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged her own, lips barely touching, they hover as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until his eyelashes flutter against her own.

Every breath he takes smells like her. Purple and pink wild flowers and vanilla slips past his flaring nostrils as his lips form against her own. Both filled with fire, body tingling as he pulls her closer into his lap to give him a better angle to kiss her from.

He pulls away, it's just for a quick second to catch his breath but steals a small glance and his heart pounds. He wants to say how beautiful she looks, how warm she feels but he can't seem to form words so instead claims her lips again. It's heavy with emotions as the taste of sweet mint comes with his tongue parting her lips.

So caught up in the way his hand curls into her hair as she grinds her hips slowly, she doesn't feel the fingers that slip under the thin material of the shirt. Cool, false appendages press against the base of her belly as a small moan vibrates his chest as she shifts her weight against his aching hard on.

"You are so beautiful.." To be on the sweet, giving side of Bucky Barnes is almost breath taking. Time moves so much slower, it's hard to breath as he captures her lips again but not before his hand experimentally raises further and further up the soft skin of her stomach but stops right under her breasts. His eyes flicker up to her own, a silent question, he won't dare move another muscle until she nods. "Can I, sweet girl?"

The nickname makes her heart flutter. Since when did Bucky use nicknames like this and why did it make her skin so unbarebly hot?

"Yes." The words come out before she even has a chance to think about the consequences but the way his hands come down to cup handfuls of her breast she soon realizes she doesn't care.

His lips press against the shell of her ear, hot breath making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else except for the two fingers that tweak the peak of her nipple. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and Bucky smiles against the skin of her neck as smooth kisses trail. Open mouth and wet kisses cause her to shudder, a tongue peaks out to taste the salty skin.

"Bucky." She moans his name so sweetly that he can't help but groan. He pulls away and the only audible sounds is the whirling and clicking of mechanical plates as he cups her cheek.

"You are.. driving me crazy." He admits, "I gotta have you, please."

He asks like she could ever deny him, she nods against his palm and finger reach out to unloop his belt but a thumb that presses into her chin stops the movements. "Are you sure?"

"Want you." She mewls and this time encloses the line between their lips and invades his mouth once again to taste the fresh mint.

Once opened, her fingers dip past the waist band of his boxers and skillfully wrap around the base of his cock. He huffs against her lips, hand wrapping around her wrist as she tests the waters and gives it a small squeeze.

With an experimental movement of her wrist Bucky hisses, heavy eyelashes flutter against her cheek. His hips lift from their position on the ground to thrust for more and just like that he's putty in her hands.

"You don't have to -."

He couldn't even finish his sentence if he wanted too. Met with the fifty site of her pulling away only to spit on her hand and tugging the hem of his boxers dangerously low on his hips until his cock is freed and curves against his abdomen.

Slowly her hand slides down the length of Bucky, and up, then down again until beads of pre-cum mix with her salvia to create wet, flithy sounds.

"That's it." Bucky plops from his position on his elbows to flat against the floor, eyes fluttering close as split starts to slide down his lower abdomen and balls, but her torment doesn't end there.

Soft fingers cup the sac with a delicate but meaningful touch. "God, honey."

The pet name makes her blush but it goes unseen to Bucky as he whines. Her head bobs lower and his head shoots up with confusion and only to watch her lips pucker and a long string of spit cover the head of his cock.

The self made lubricant squelshes with every quick motion. Bucky's finger tips curl into the foam mat understand them, his hips tuting into the air to meet the rhythm of her hand.

"Sweetheart." He calls so beautifully, eyes pinching with pleasure. "So good but god, stop."

She's determined as every and Bucky's throat runs dry, belly growing with warmth as a wave of heat makes his head grow hot and his body buzz with anticipation. He weakly lifts his head to only be met with her sparkling eyes, a ball of pleasure grows in his throat as he mumbles, "You are so fucking sexy."

Flesh fingers wrap around her wrist and hult any more movements. Lips fingers her own as she falls into the mat, back hitting the foam with a small gasp but Bucky's mouth catches it. His fingers run slowly along the hem of her yoga pants as his lips his the corner of hers, "Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy, sweet pea?"

"Yes, please, touch me." The words are sweet, beautiful music to his ears as two fingers prod against her chin. Her mouth opens instantly at the intrusion as the digits press against her tongue. Lips close down on them, swirling and licking until Bucky seemed satisfied with the slickness of them.

A vibranium arm pulls at the waist band of her pants and forces them down, Bucky decides not to comment on that fact she hadn't worn any underwear. Her arousal smears across her thighs, so much so that Bucky can practically smell it.

Those two digits wet her stomach as they trail down to her already soaked entrance. The tips kiss the opening of her pussy and it's impossible to fight against grinding down on them. Those thick, warm fingers spread along the hood of her cunt, teasingly until they press against the swollen clit and her hips jolt off the mat.

"Buck -." One finger slips into her sopping hole and she whines at the intrusion.

"Oh, baby." Bucky clicks his tongue with a smirk, blue eyes darkening as he speaks, "So tight, sweet pea."

A large hand glides under her back that arches, feeling the grooves of vertebrae against his false fingertips up until the grasp the back of her neck to pull her into a harsh kiss.

Teeth clash together as his pace increases, lips parting but his forehead presses against hers and his hand keeps it's hold on her neck. "Want another one?"

"Please, please." She mewls as eyes flutter close at the sensation of another finger stretching her open. Not wasting any time, they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes her eyes roll back into her head and mouth open with silent screams.

The sounds coming from in between her legs are heavenly, the swishes of her juices that drips down her legs and Bucky's hands as he finger fucks her into the mat. "You are so good for me, look at you. So desperate honey, you wanna come?"

The silent reply earns a squeeze at the base of her neck and Buck clenches his teeth, "I said, do you want to come?"

Her pussy squeezes around his fingers with a wanton moan, "Yes, Buck! Wanna come!"

Head falling to the mat harshly as his fingers release their hold. Head feeling drowsy as tears sting and blur her vision, heat creeping up the base of her stomach as goose bumps erupt across her body. "Come for me honey, I want it."

All it takes is seven little words for his fingers to milk her orgasm through. Heart leaping inside her chest as his soft kisses and mixed with the snap of his fingers she feels something snap inside with white, searing hot pleasure that temporarily blinds her.

Bucky doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through her swollen lips.

Bucky's eyes roll back into his head as her pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep she feels him in her stomach. The delicious burn makes her lightheaded, so full of him it's hard to form words. She curses under her breath but Bucky barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside her. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up her spine. Bucky stills, eyes finding hers for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.

The squeal that falls from her lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as her cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.

"Such a sweet pussy, baby. She's so thirsty for me."

Hips snap faster and faster and he can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into her silky opening over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Bucky and hers followed by the slapping skin and squelches of her leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes her vision blur and drool gather at the corner of her lips.

"That's it, sweet pea. Taking me so good." He smirks as her mouth falls open but no words or sound come through, "Fucking you dumb, huh?"

His thighs shake, covered in her slick as his whole body erupts with heat. Stomach studying with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes her stomach ache.

Bucky loves the sounds she makes, how she begs for more and more, his hips rolling into her pussy which drips between the pair. It smears against his abdomen, leaks down his and her thighs.

Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of her, if that's even possible. A hand rest against the small of her back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck her senseless. “Buck, oh, so fucking good!"

"Yeah, princess? Still hate me?"

Half crescent form from his nails digging into the flesh of her hip and sweats drips down his chest and forehead. "I'm so close!"

The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. "Bucky, I have to cum - fuck!"

"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" Buck visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.

"In me, want to feel you in me!" No doubt in her mind she's going to feel him for weeks.

“Come for me.” The orgasm hits her like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of her that her legs begin to shake.

He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into her pussy and stuffs her to the brink. There's so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn't dare move. Taking a few seconds to recover against the cushion of her chest with deep breathes.

Bucky rests on his elbows as fingers hook behind her neck to gently being her eyes to his own. Eyes so lovingly soak in every beautiful mark of her face as soft digits rub against her hairline as the mechanical arms holds her whole head in his palm. Gentle lips press against her own, a soft kiss that he pulls away with a smile. "I always thought you were beautiful."

His fingers move the hairs from her forehead to press a kiss to her still red cheek as she speaks, "I never hated you."