"More" - Bucky Barnes

They are too cute

2 • Operation: Coffee ... Snack Mountain & Emergency Ice Cream | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...?

2 • Operation: Coffee … Snack Mountain & Emergency Ice Cream | OPERATION: FAKING IT …?

Description: After you move into the tower it's time for your coffee date, will it be awkward or run smoothly? How will the public & your friends react to the news that you & Bucky appear to be a couple?

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Cute Bucky, swearing, suggestive language 18+ (no smut).

A/N: I really can't keep my word count down, sorry guys!!

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Moving into the compound was a complete snooze fest, Tony rolled his eyes at you after you refused to lift a finger, you had found your old skates when packing so naturally brought them with you & decided to take them for a spin whilst everyone emptied the moving van.

It didn’t take long with the combination of slick floors & lack of practice for an incident to occur, you had hurtled down the hallway & crashed into something full speed & before you knew it Bucky had you thrown over his shoulder marching you to the kitchen to Ice your knee, Pepper immediately confiscated your skates due to them being a ‘health & safety hazard’, it's not your fault the guy you fell over came out of nowhere.

Bucky insisted on you leaving everyone to unload all the boxes whilst he patched you up & offered to help you unpack once they were done, he was being so sweet to you to try & get you to stop sulking but kept snatching your phone away whenever you tried to order some roller blades online. Rude.

You were chatting as you unpacked your belongings in your new home, you had separate rooms on the same floor so were sharing the communal space, your rooms were identical empty boxes, much less cosy than your apartment & not one single plant to brighten the shell up which made you sad. Bucky handled your possessions with such delicacy it was adorable, how anyone could think this teddy bear of a man was dangerous clearly were clueless. The look on Bucky’s face when he got to your lingerie was hilarious, is uncomfortable & horny a facial expression? or did he unlock a new one? You made a note to ask Bruce later, he would know. 

As the afternoon took over you could feel yourself being aware of the time, knowing you had to be at the coffee shop around 3pm. Bucky sensed your apprehension & reassured you that it would just be a hang out with hand holding, he suggested treating each planned event like a mission; you would agree to the plan before embarking, execute said mission & then have a quick debrief back at the tower to make sure everything was ok & you were both comfortable with the date. Todays would be an easy one, sit & have a coffee together, hold hands for a few minutes then back to the tower. Simple.

You checked yourself in the mirror before heading down the lobby to meet Bucky, you tried to match his style somewhat so chose a pair of black skinny jeans, your trusty lace up ankle boots, a cropped high neck vest & oversized open shirt. It was warm in the city so you could forgo a jacket & it was pointless carrying a handbag with Tony’s credit card loaded onto your apple pay, you were set & oddly excited for coffee & pastries. 

It turns out walking next to someone as large as Bucky closely was difficult, your shoulder kept knocking into his side & due to the solid nature of him it hurt, a lot, he could see you wincing in pain whenever it happened so he tucked you into his side & draped his arm over your shoulder, you couldn’t help wrap yourself around him, it felt a natural position for your arm instead of being awkwardly squished up against him you reasoned. Plus, he smelled heavenly. 

The coffee shop was irritatingly busy, Bucky would stare menacingly any time you were bumped into & would get especially annoyed whenever you apologised to whichever imbecile bumped into you instead those who did the bumping apologising to you, in order to prevent an escalation, you gravitated into Bucky’s space, people seemed to give him a respectful amount of distance & you wanted to believe it was due to his size but you suspected they knew who he once was. As you got to the front of the queue you stood contemplating your order deciding between a frappachino or hot coffee, you thought Bucky would assume you were an idiot if you got anything too frilly so went with a simple iced coffee, two arms appeared either side of you on the counter caging you in, although he wasn’t pressed against you, you could feel his body heat radiating behind you, as Bucky placed his order you leaned back looking up at him & rested your head on his shoulder, you wondered how on earth someone is so pretty at every angle.

There was a slight squabble as you tried to pay, the barista looked amused at the sight of two Avengers battling their respective payment methods despite one being a whole foot taller & wider than the other. Bucky insisted that a lady never pays on a date & even if you knew it wasn’t a real date, it surprisingly made you feel cherished by him, you did relent but made him buy two Portuguese Tarts as part of the deal, he said they looked burnt you told him to shut his trap & trust you, it was a whole ordeal but eventually you got your coffee & patisseries & took a seat.

Your conversation flowed naturally & any worries you had about it being awkward faded, you weren’t aware of your surroundings or if anyone was taking pictures at that particular moment because you were completely transfixed by Bucky experiencing the wonder that is a Portuguese Tart for the first time, as the flaky pastry touched his pink pouty lips his eyes closed & his head tipped back groaning in sheer bliss, you loved being right but your smugness was short lived, in a split second Bucky’s hand reached out, quick as a flash to the remaining tart on the table.

‘No, don’t you dare Bucky.’ You warned, you weren’t exactly a Joe with food, but you’d fight to the death for the tart currently being stolen from you in broad daylight.

‘Come on Bambi, one isn’t enough.’ You jumped into action, grabbing the Super Soldier’s wrist blocking him from chowing down on your treat.

‘It will have to be, quit it, you’ll crush it if you’re not careful, one is plenty. Just order more…gahh’ you twisted yourself around & managed to bite down on half of the pastry whilst whisper yelling ‘VictoRRRRYYYYYY’. With you distracted Bucky made his move, pulling you towards him to the point you were practically sat on his lap, with your combined hands clutching the pastry near his mouth he took the remaining amount with smug look on his face, wrapping his lips around your fingers practically sucking on them. It should have annoyed you but that really wasn’t the affect it was having, you were overcome with arousal, it was pulsating throughout you like lightening, from the tips of your fingers connecting you to him, shooting through your entire being.

The eye contact was intense as you reached out with your thumb to wipe the pastry flakes that were caught in his stubble at the corner of his mouth, he was mesmerised by the action, it was such an intimate touch, but his brain had already short circuited with you on his lap & fingers in his mouth moments before so when he moved his head to quickly kiss the pad of your thumb he shocked himself. It felt right but his brain was screaming at him for being so bold.

After swiftly removing yourself from Bucky’s lap & returning to your seat hoping no one caught that moment on camera you moved forward with the planned hand holding portion of the mission. You reached out & placed your palm out towards him, as he took the cue he gently intertwined his fingers with yours.

‘It’s a bit weird if we just sit & hold hands not talking.’ You pointed out.

‘Right, right … well what do you do on a first date? Can’t say I’ve been on one for a while.’ Bucky admitted stroking his thumb against your palm.

‘Trust me when I say I’m not an expert. I guess you get to know each other, trade traumatic childhoods, life goals, that kind of thing.’

‘When was your last date?’ He was surprised he asked, he wanted to know but also really didn’t. You were friends, it had always been platonic, but Bucky knew he was jealous when you spent time with other people, men specifically but he just thought it was because he wanted to hang out with you, nothing more or deeper than that.

‘erm a few months ago, it didn’t go anywhere. I think he just wanted me to introduce him to Nat. That’s what usually happens.’ You shrugged in defeat at your pathetic dating history.

‘Have they told you that or do you just assume?’ you noticed how pissed he looked at your admission & how he kept clenching his jaw.

‘One guy did, said I annoyed him when I kept suggesting things we could do & then asked for her number. It’s not my fault he didn’t want to have a road trip to NASA at 3am on a Tuesday.’

‘I’m going to need his name, address & social security number Bambi.’ 

‘Bucky!! We’re trying to improve your reputation, if you went after every guy who was shitty to me you’d have no time to scowl.’

He narrowed his eyes at you ‘I don’t scowl.’

‘Sure you don’t, ok smoulder.’

‘That’s better.’ 

‘What about you, when was your last date?’ Why were you hoping it was in the 1920’s?

‘Steve set me up last year, I ended up having to cancel the first time because something came up.’

‘That hero life.’ You added.

‘Yeah ... yeah so when Steve made me rearrange, she wasn’t very nice.’ 

He doesn’t know why he lied, cancelling had nothing to do with a mission, you had asked him if he wanted to go to the arcade with you & despite him insisting to you that it was closed, he knew you would go regardless so didn’t want you going alone & then being disappointed when it was closed. Plus, he wasn’t about to pass up whatever hair-brained wild plan you would come up with in the split second after you realised it was closed & so he cancelled last minute. 

You couldn’t help giggle, ‘What did she do?’

‘I took her to a nice place & she turned her nose up at it, told me to keep my glove on & scolded me for wearing my leather jacket instead of a dinner jacket.’

‘Ok, I’m going to need her name, address & social security number.’ You were livid, especially about the glove.

You didn’t see his full smile often, his smiles were usually reserved & measured even at something funny but to experience the Bucky Barnes unadulterated smile complete with adorable nose scrunch was special. It filled you entirely with warmth.

‘Bonnie & Clyde eat your heart out.’ He chuckled.

‘Yesssss, Tony has no idea what he's unleashed pairing us up. Plus, that is officially our next Halloween costume. What can our puppy be?’ 

Our. That sounded good to Bucky. ‘The car?’

You let out a little squeal ‘We’ll win best dressed for sure we’ll be that fucking adorable.’ Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at your enthusiasm & get caught up in it himself.

‘Doll, I don’t think there’s a competition at Tony’s parties for best dressed.’

‘Just you wait, I’ll make him have one, that crown is ours.’ You nodded in confidence that you could make Tony Stark do whatever you wanted.

‘I’ve never asked you how you’re so close with Tony. He acts like your dad & you have him wrapped around your finger.’ He may have admitted to himself the night before when he was packing up his one bag that consisted of 60% knives that he too was wrapped around your finger, probably always has been.

‘He’s like an honorary dad or protective uncle depending on the circumstance, when I joined SHIELD I hacked Jarvis his old AI & he found out, mainly because I wanted him to; I was far too qualified for the job & bored to tears so decided to send him on scavenger hunt to find me, mainly for my own amusement but also to showcase my skills, I swear I made him fly to Timbuktu & he still didn’t cotton on I was fucking with him. Once he calmed down he transferred me to the team, set me up my own lab then proceeded to spend more time in it than his own especially when he was hiding from Pepper, he was oddly protective then just started acting like my dad. I allow it because I find it funny when he tells me off, plus he buys me stuff.’

‘He’s not the only one, Sam & Steve act like your big brothers, in fact I don’t think I have ever seen you pay for food or a drink, maybe your superpower is getting men wrapped around your finger.’

‘That would be so cool, I’d turn into a villain immediately though with that kind of power. I’d have you all lined up on your knees.’

‘Don’t need to be a villain for me to do that Doll.’ Shit, Bucky’s eyes practically bulged out of his head the second he said it. 

You suddenly became aware of the pulse between your thighs, how your legs felt like jelly & how your face was heating up past boiling point, Bucky’s subtle flirting was pretty standard & something you mostly ignored, but Bucky’s blatant flirting was something to behold. The image of this man on his knees for you unlocked a new kink for sure but you couldn’t decide if this flirting was just for the mission, genuine or most likely another innuendo he had no clue of. Sweet innocent Bucky. 

You brushed it off & as you finished your coffees decided whether to tell the team about the mission or to keep them on their toes & have fun with them, it didn’t take much convincing to sway Bucky to your plan. He was already on board, but the case you put forward about being able to hide in each other’s room undisturbed & watch movies & not having to sit with other people all the time were perks he hadn’t thought of. 

You text Tony to let him know to keep the mission top secret, you knew he would revel in playing along & lording it up over the others that he had known since the beginning. Before you left you ordered a batch of tarts to the tower for Bucky, he had missed out on 70+ years of fine patisseries, so you wanted to make sure he caught up without wrestling the next one out of your hands.

The walk back to the tower didn’t feel long enough, the sun was peeking through the skyscrapers creating shards of light fracturing onto the sidewalks, as Bucky glanced at you he swore you looked like an angel, he didn’t know you were thinking the same when you switched sides to hold his vibranium hand & looked up at him bathed in light. Life felt peaceful in those moments with Bucky, even in the hustle of New York, you couldn’t help but get excited for walking your dog together & taking them to parks to play. It was going to be the best summer ever you concluded, maybe you could convince Tony to lend you his yacht. 

The silence was deafening in the common room when you & Bucky strolled in casually holding hands, you could see Tony smirking at the dropped jaws, both Natasha & Sam jumping up itching to ask all the questions flooding their heads, before they got chance you turned to Bucky & without thinking he pulled your hand up to his lips kissing your hand again.

‘Thanks for today Bonnie.’ His intense eye contact was magnetic, you couldn’t focus on anything but him.

‘Anytime Clyde, I’m going to go finish unpacking, I’ll see you later?’ You winked bringing out a blush & cheeky smile from him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

‘Just knock if you need anything.’ He whispered into your hair.

‘Good luck with them.’ You both chucked as you pulled apart & you left for your room.

… meanwhile

‘Are you all seeing what I think I’m seeing?’ Sam practically exploding from excitement.

Natasha looked on in suspicion ‘mmm not what I expected to see today.’ You were an open book & one she could usually read by looking at the cover, you & Bucky both appeared to be in your own little world unaware of the peanut gallery gawking at you, but she would have known if something was going on, you would have said something.

‘The Black Widow herself didn’t know. Can’t say it took me that long to work it out.’ Tony’s gloating had her rage levels spiralling.

‘Bucky probably asked your permission to ask her out knowing him, he wouldn’t dare without your blessing.’

‘Nope I figured it out, the signs were all there.’

‘You guys know I can hear everything you’re saying’ Bucky turned to face the room once you were out of earshot, when he saw all the gawping faces he regretted not coming with you, why was he the one to take all the questions when it was your idea to mess with them? He told himself to be vague & not look Natasha in the eyes.

‘So how long has this been going on?’ Steve asked as softly as possible, Bucky hated the kid gloves he handled him with at times, like he thought he was going to crumble at the slightest thing.

Sam was the complete opposite & was always abrupt with him to the point of revelling in his annoyance anytime he opened his mouth, ‘How in hell did you get her to say yes to a date?’ 

The shrug Bucky gave wasn’t enough info according to the collective, he could see Tony texting you laughing at your responses, he was jealous he wasn't the one you were texting. The why’s & how’s remained unanswered & he didn’t even begin to acknowledge the ‘about times’ that were thrown around, he mapped his exit before his parting words.

‘She is nice to me, doesn’t treat me like I will break, we’re good for each other, you might think we’re not compatible, but her excitement & enthusiasm is exactly what I need, I don’t feel as though I was ever the winter soldier when I’m with her.’

He assumed being dramatic might stop the questions, yes there could have been some truth in what he said but he stormed out before he could see if it had shut them up, he figured the whirlwind he left behind could be dealt with by Tony who was engrossed in conversation with you.

Tony sat back in contemplation once the super soldier had left wondering if maybe somewhere deep down he chose you because he thought you’d eventually get together. He worried you worked too much to meet someone & the ones you met all seemed to think you were too much but if you were ever in the tower outside of your lab you always seemed to have Bucky following you around like a puppy.

‘Look guys leave them to it, it shouldn’t work the brooding quiet super soldier with the talkative hyper computer nerd the size of a thimble, but it does. Look at the way they look at one another then tell me you didn’t see it before.’ & just like that Tony left for his lab.

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You forgot how boring it was living at the tower, at least with your apartment you had the whole place to roam which would inevitably lead to you finding something to fiddle with, fix or strategize a solution to a logistical problem that you encountered, your one touch coffee system that could deliver a cup of coffee to your palm without so much as moving from the sofa was your pride & joy, Tony offered to programme a suit to do the same but it felt a little bit servant-y to you which gave you the ick plus a suit hovering in your apartment 24/7 was all kinds of freaky & a midnight scare waiting to happen. You were tempted to go to your lab to fiddle with something in there, but you were banned from working past 8pm on Tony’s orders after him finding out you worked 72 hours straight one time, you could override his command lock but thought getting up to mischief with your super soldier would be more fun. You didn’t have a scheduled date for a few days, so it would be a normal hangout just the two of you, you pulled up his contact in your phone hoping he wasn’t busy.

Once you made your way down to the lobby you saw Bucky leaning against a pillar, he wasn’t wearing his usual black on black on black gear of jeans, t-shirt, Boots & leather jacket. He had switched his usual coat with a tan bomber leather jacket, it brought out the warmth in his hair & skin, he looked hot. As you bounded towards him he held out his arms & without thought you let him draw you towards him into his embrace, you were tiny compared to him, so his hugs were all encompassing.

You looked up smiling practically squished into him, ‘hi.’

‘Hi, you ready to go?’

‘Yep’ as he released you from his hold his hand traced down your arm to grasp yours, it didn’t even occur to you not to link your fingers with him.

‘Do you wanna take the car or bike?’

‘Ooh bike, but don’t go too fast, I heard about someone once who once went flying off when they were cornering & the driver didn’t even notice until they arrived.’

As you walked towards the garage Bucky explained to you each reason why that was total bullshit but still promised to stick to just below the speed limit. He couldn’t help but kiss the tip of your nose with your squished-up face from the helmet he secured under your chin, you just looked too adorable not to, he reasoned to himself that he would probably do that when you were his friend so now was fine. Little did he know there was a certain red headed former assassin watching your every move getting more & more intrigued by the minute at what she was seeing.

You clung on to him for dear life once you were on the bike, you could tell how painfully slow he was taking it for you which made you feel bad for how tightly you held him, it wouldn’t shock you if you had bruised his ribs by the time you arrived. 

Going to the movie theatre at night when it was quiet was one of your favourite activities, you’d usually have the whole place to yourself, tonight you weren’t so lucky, whilst there wasn’t a big crowd there were definitely some noticeable stares. You felt bad knowing Bucky wasn’t keen on attention, so you decided to divide & conquer, he was tasked with gathering the snacks & you were getting the tickets ... on Tony.

You doubled over laughing at the sight of Bucky clutching to what can only be described as a mountain of food in his arms, his giddy face you decided was your favourite, he looked so childlike & sweet.

‘I didn’t know what you wanted so …’

‘You got one of everything?’

‘Pretty much, I’ll eat whatever you don’t, trust me.’ He looked bashful like you were about to tell him off for getting so much, Bucky Barnes was adorable & you adored him, seriously why didn’t people see him how you did?

Somehow you managed to get to your seats without dropping any food & thankfully the seats next to you were free to store the goods, you chose some candy, cookies & popcorn, Bucky could deal with the pizza, hot dogs, burgers & ice cream but insisted you share some popcorn. You were quite early for the screening time, so you had time to chat & eat before the lights went down, as the previews began you lifted the arm rest separating you from Bucky, if you were sharing popcorn it was just easier to be closer, nothing to do with wanting to be close with the hunk next to you, of course. 

Bucky’s arm made it’s way around you as you tucked yourself into his side, as he stroked your arm absentmindedly he could feel the goose bumps his touch created along with your breath hitching & eyes closing, he leaned down placing his lips next to your ear & whispered to you in his deep voice.

‘Are you cold doll?’ his lips were brushing the shell of your ear & you couldn’t help but shiver, why was Bucky suddenly turning you on when you hadn’t ever thought of him as more than a friend? He caught the way you shifted on your seat & felt himself growing at the sight, he loved how responsive you were being to the subtlest of touches, he wondered where these thoughts were coming from & what you’d be like filled full of him. Before all the blood in his brain travelled south & he did something stupid he sat forward pulling off his jacket draping it over you, as he leaned back he placed his arm around you manoeuvring you to his side with a kiss to your temple. He thanked whichever god invented the reclining seats right there & then as you wrapped your arm around his side & nested your head in the crook of his neck.

The movie was hard to pay attention to, the warmth & safety of Bucky relaxed you entirely & your brain was in a fuzz, you weren’t even going to acknowledge how horny you were, thankfully with the decibel level of the theatre you managed to stay awake, why do they insist on it being so loud? Bucky had noticed how quiet you were throughout the film, you usually commented on all the inaccuracies or guessed the plot, getting it wrong in the most ridiculous fashions, the amount of westerns that were about to be invaded by aliens in your head was concerning.

When the lights went up he wanted to kiss you, really kiss you, your half open eyes & dramatic pout that they dare turn on the lights & declarations that you were blind stirred something in him, he wanted you, he wanted this. For real. It hit him, he knew he had been enjoying the closeness & making you squirm but filed it away as not being with anyone in so long but having the overwhelming urge to sniper out every light bulb in the theatre just so that you wouldn’t strain your eyes made him realise it ran a bit deeper than that. 

Why it only took a week to realise he didn’t know, he had firmly placed you in the friend category a long time ago, yes you were gorgeous, but you were an even more gorgeous friend to him. He had seen you in your bikini & not felt a thing more times than he could count, but now thinking about it got him hard, he covered your eyes with both his hands telling you it was to stop the light blinding you, but he would be mortified if you saw how hard one thought of you got him. He looked at you giggling whilst his hands dwarfed your face, how could he have been so blind?

It had been a quiet morning in the tower, you had faced a barrage of questions from Natasha that proved your suspicions that she had been spying on you as had Clint in the vents apparently, creepy. Although you were glad to be proven right & that someone was laughing at you when you walked into a door when you weren't looking where you were going. It was totally worth it though having been immediately scooped up into a solid set of Super Solider arms & you sore head kissed better, you wanted to lie & say your lips hurt, you saw him looking at them. Maybe you banged your head harder than you thought if you even for a second thought Bucky would kiss you properly, he would have probably made you go to the infirmary instead of taking the hint.

Once you made it to your lab you were busy reprogramming one of Tony’s suits to bring you your morning coffee, giving him a name felt less servant-y & yes, it would be creepy in your apartment but there were many closets in the tower where Gerald your new coffee friend could live. You felt your phone buzz & tried to calm down your giddiness when you saw the name on your screen.

Bucky knew you were working so understood you not being able to messaging him back immediately, he kept trying to stop himself going down to the lab & hanging out with you when you were busy but he really wanted to, you would let him too even if he was a complete distraction. He was lost in a daydream when he heard your footsteps outside his door, they were delicate & bouncy, solely yours then you gently knocked. He should have been embarrassed at how quickly he opened the door, the hinges were practically ripped off & you were stood there with a beaming smile just for him. 

You launched yourself into his arms, jumping up so he would catch you as you wrapped yourself around his neck, it felt weird being so high up but you were the hugger & he was the hugee so you needed to be taller, his face was buried in your hair & he inhaled the comforting scent that was so intrinsically you. 

Even though you didn't want to tell him you knew he needed to hear it from you with a reassurance that you didn't feel that way so you reluctantly whispered ‘A red flag is a personality or behaviour trait that would make that person a bad partner, don’t listen to what they say Bucky Bear. They don’t know you like I do.’ You held his beautiful face in your hands & made sure to look him in his eyes before pulling him towards you & giving him a big kiss on his cheek.

‘I thought you were in the lab?’

‘I can’t be making coffee robots when my big bear is sad, no way, not the kind of girl I am.’ You shook your head as you said it.

‘Coffee Robot?’ you were still being held up by Bucky like it was a totally normal occurrence, it certainly felt it as he took each of your ankles & wrapped them around him. The minute you jumped at him he was turned on with thoughts of slamming you against the wall & pushing himself into you, so your legs dangling down swinging about as he held you kept catching on his growing cock, you hadn't noticed you just looked at him questioning your insane invention with your gorgeous doe eyes whilst he manoeuvred you limbs like the good girl you were.

‘Yeah, a robot who brings you a coffee anywhere you want at the touch of a button. Come on, I’m taking you on an ice cream date, Tony’s set up our personal supply. I have the code & then I’ll tell you all about Gerald.’

‘Gerald?’

‘Yeah Gerald my coffee robot. He can be our coffee robot, I’ll put the app on your phone too.’

As he walked with you towards the kitchen wrapped around him like a little koala he suddenly didn’t care what was written about him, yeah the red flag thing once explained probably was true but when he had the personification of sunshine willing to eat ice cream & talk coffee robots & creepy spying friends he knew you didn’t think he was one & that’s all that mattered. 

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A/N – I kind of want the reader to think of Bucky as sweet & innocent when it comes to dating & sex, she doesn’t know the horny beast she will bring out in him until it’s unleashed on her which gives him free rein to flirt up a storm & make her flustered with her being clueless for what she’s in for, also, she isn’t innocent & clueless about sex at all she just underestimates her effect on Bucky.

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I did not ask to be attacked on this Sinday. In my house. In front of my innocent followers. Also.....NSFW thoughts below. But soft NSFW.

Rain patters against the window, creating a soft steady drum that fills the peaceful, hushed room.

All you hear is his heartbeat under your ear, his warm skin on your cheek, your hand tracing along the firm planes of his stomach. You know each scar and mole on his body, a story written on his skin, your own personal map of Bucky.

It’s been hours of the two you wrapped around each other. You never want to leave this bed, the soft linen sheets tangled around his waist, your own bare legs stretched out next to him. You giggle when you realize that he’s snagged every sheet. Again.

Bucky is a blanket hog-no matter how many duvets and sheets you layer on at night, they all end up around him-you don’t complain, he’s warm enough to make up for it.

Any protest about you needing just one sheet Bucky withering away when he draws you into his side tucking you right under his bearded chin, a heavy warm arm draped over your waist, his deep voice in your ear, all sleepy and disoriented, mumbling that you’re just too far away, bunny, c’mere, I’m cold without ya.

Today has been one of those rare lazy days. No missions, no work, no phones, you turned off them before anyone could call. No need to make excuses for why you wanna stay in, you can save that for tomorrow. Sorry Sam, no brunch today, no Scott, you can’t borrow Bucky’s arm for Cassie’s show and tell.

The rain continues to drum on the rooftop; the skies fading to cloudy azure blues and grays, the light in the room dimming, as you continue to trace your finger up and down his belly. Across the soft tawny hair trailing to his growing bulge that’s not quite hidden by the heap of sheets gathered around his legs.

The pads of your fingers find the vein running down his stomach and you press softly, grazing it with the edge of your nail. His quiet hiss draws your eyes up, past his heaving flushed chest to his face.

Oh.

Bucky is giving you that look. The one that sends you spiraling headfirst into the abyss, the one that will have you agreeing to do anything if he just keeps looking at you like that.

He’s gazing at you, love and adoration darkening his blue eyes. He always says you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

And when his blue eyes settle on your face, his breath shuddering and he stares at you, enraptured as if he could fall to his knees and worship the ground you walk on.

When he can’t keep his hands off of you for more than a minute, when he seeks you out in a room full of people, drawn to your smile, your eyes, your laugh.

When he tilts your chin up, just to get a closer look and maybe sneak a kiss or two....well you have to believe him. How can you argue with that?

“Whatchu thinkin’ about Bunny,” he enquires, voice rough, gravelly breaking the silence, his hand drifting over the small of your back. You shiver at the feel of his calloused fingers on your skin.

Pursing your lips, your playful eyes flit between his relaxed face and the tent between his legs. “You.”

A grin stretches across his face, his bearded cheeks creasing as it widens until the corners of his eyes crinkle. You trace the vein down, down, down, unhurried, hearing the small hitch in his breath as you push your hand under the sheets, keeping you from him.

Flicking them away, you lick your lips at the sight of him. Hard and throbbing, a long vein making its way to the red, swollen tip. You draw your thumb across his head, smearing drops of precum down his shaft with a twist of your wrist.

Bucky chokes out your name when you do it again, his cock twitching under your light touch. Glancing back up at him, his blue eyes nearly black with lust and need, his lips parted as he takes a deep breath in.

You preen, your giant super-soldier coming undone at your touch is well-it’s intoxicating especially when you make him groan, his hips lifting off the bed as you stroke him.

“Thinking about how much I want you inside me, stretching me until I can’t take anymore,” you confess.

“Hold on, hold on,” Bucky reaches down, his fingers closing around your wrist. “That feels too good,” he chuckles, needing you to stop because if you keep touching him the way you are, this is going to be over before he can take care of you the way you deserve.

And Bucky never lets you down.

“Get on top and use me, bunny,” he states, his hands folding behind his head. "If you can handle all this," he jokes.

You narrow your eyes at him. You can handle him, maybe. Damn, he's big. The last time he pinned you down and fucked you swore he was in your chest, unable to even scream as he pounded you. You may have passed out. Yeah, you can handle him.

You swing your leg over his large thigh, grabbing his shaft with one hand, bracing yourself as you ease down his thick cock. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, feeling the slight burn as you take him in, your silken walls stretching around him.

It always takes a minute to get used to him, each inch makes you feel so full, soft mewls slip past your lips as he disappears inside you. Slapping your hands on his chest, you drop your head, breathing through your nose. He’s so deep, so deep, all you can feel is him.

Bucky smooths his hands up your thighs, massaging small circles with his thumbs, “take your time sweet girl, doing so good,” he praises.

You circle your hips, nails clawing at his chest at the first burst of sensations. He lets you set the pace, a slow steady rhythm that builds until you’re bouncing on him, your tits sway in front of his face, his hands running up and down and your thighs as he continues to praise you for taking him so well, fuck you feel so good bunny, you’re so tight bunny, you feel so soft, so good, that’s my girl.

Your legs burn, muscles shaking as you chase your high, you slip forward, your hands sliding up to his shoulders. You’re so close, but you can’t move fast enough, tears prick your eyes as you try. “Bucky please’-” you cry out.

“You need me, don’t you, Bunny?” he murmurs.

Bucky sits up, pulling you into his chest, your nipples brushing over his sweat-laced skin with each frantic roll of your hips. You place your hands on his back, biting down on his shoulder. All you can think is how good you feel, so good, drowning in pleasure as you let him take control. His massive arms wrap around your body as he meets your thrusts, pounding up into your fluttering walls, the bed shaking and creaking.

“Bucky, fuck, oh fuck yes right there, right-oh fuck,” you rasp out, a bead of sweat rolling your spine.

Bucky sweeps his lips across your shoulder, peppering kissing along your neck, nipping and sucking bruises on your throat, you’ll proudly wear his marks for days his steady deep pace making you cry out. His name slurred on your tongue as the spring gets tighter and tighter.

Bucky wrenches your head back, biting your throat until you whimper his tongue soothing the small marks left behind. His feral eyes roaming over your pretty face with pride. He’s not going to stop until he sees you fall apart.

“I got you, bunny. Let go for me, go on, I got you,” he grunts, his lips slotting over yours. His grip tightens when a deep thrust hits your sweet spot so hard your body goes rigid.

“There you go, cum for me, cum for me,” he chants, his needy words muffled as he deepens the kiss, the feel of his wet tongue gliding past your parted lips drives you over the edge.

You keen, a high thin sound that makes Bucky smirk, your slick walls clenching over his cock, greedily pulling him back. Your hips jerking rapidly over him as your orgasm hits you, the tight spring coiling in your belly shatters.

Bucky groans in your ear, clutching you to his warm body as he pounds into your spasming cunt. It’s too much, yet you want more, the potent pressure building again. His face buried in your neck as his thrusts become erratic, warmth spreading in your pussy as he cums, his fingers rubbing your clit, “one more, bunny, need ya to cum one more time, “breathed into your skin until you wantonly sob, your body trembling as another weaker orgasm washes you over.

“Good girl,” he pants, lifting his head up, his lips moving over your jaw. More soft kisses peppered along your skin, his mouth slotting over yours passionately, languidly until you’re dizzy.

Breaking the kiss with a pleased sigh, he leans back on the sheets, keeping you flush against him, arranging your limp body over his.

“Let’s stay like this,” he hums when you sit up. “I’ll get you cleaned up and fed in a minute, just wanna feel you wrapped around me, bunny.”

You can do that. All night if he wants.

You smile, laying back on his chest, you card your fingers through his damp hair. The sounds of the rain pelting on the rooftop fading away as you listen to his deep voice telling you how much he loves you.

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Lakeside Lovers

18+, minors dni

Graphic smut

You're on a walk with Bucky after celebrating a successful mission, outdoor shenanigans ensue.

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You were never going to wear heels again, dammit.

Your feet throbbed painfully as you walked down the little dirt path behind the restaurant, your hand clasped in a larger, warmer palm.

"You okay, doll?" an amused chuckle came from your fiance.

Bucky had suggested taking a walk after you had gone out to dinner to celebrate yet another successful mission with the Avengers.

It had been a year since the battle between Steve and Tony happened and it had taken some time, but thankfully the team was able to flesh out all their issues.

The same could surprisingly also be said about the conflict with Tony and Bucky, once Tony finally accepted that Bucky had no control over his actions that led to the death of his parents. They were actually on decent terms, almost friends.

"I'm okay, Buck," you said, smiling over at him, refusing to give in to the ache that the black pumps you were wearing gave you. You wanted to look nice for him.

But unfortunately, Bucky know you like the back of his hand.

"Take your shoes off. I can tell they're bothering you. I'll carry them," Bucky offered, but you refused.

"I'm fine, seriously babe. Don't worry." a reassuring squeeze was given to him.

Between work and daily duties, you never really had an opportunity to dress up, and didn't know when you'd get to again.

Bucky cast a doubtful look but gave a, "Suit yourself," before you continued on.

It was a pretty night, the moonlight the only guide on your walk, and surprisingly there was nobody out there with you both.

There was a little lake with a small pier you both wanted to go to, and you knew it was only a bit further before you could sit and dip your feet in the water.

But when your ankle wobbled again a moment later, Bucky sighed.

"That's it," he huffed, before he quickly bent down and scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder in a fireman hold.

"Bucky!" you squealed in surprise, fingers clutching his jacket.

You never would be used to his lighting quick reflexes.

"James Buchanan Barnes, put me down!" you said, squirming to try and free yourself, but a firm *slap* to your ass caused you to go quiet as you sucked in a breath.

Oh..

Bucky laughed as he carried you for a moment before he stopped.

There were a few benches by the lake, and he soon set you down on one before kneeling in front of you.

"I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself," he said, grabbing one of your ankles and pulling the heel off, carelessly throwing it behind him.

You protested, but he paid no mind as he did the same with the other one, before locking his arms around your thighs and pulling you to sit at the edge of the bench.

His lips landed on your left knee, left exposed by the short fabric of your dark green dress.

"You look beautiful all the time. And I don't want you in pain." he said, blue eyes looking up through long lashes.

Your heart swelled as it did every time he showed you care. You loved this man with your entire being.

Your fingers began to run through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp.

"I love you, Bucky," you said softly, and he grinned, before landing another kiss to your opposite knee.

"I love you too, doll. And since we're alone, maybe I can show you how much," he said, hands playing with the hem of your dress.

Your eyes were wide. You both were adventurous when it came to sex, but you had never done anything in public before.

Oh well. First time for everything.

"Come here," you said, pulling him to sit on the bench by you, your bodies turned to face each other.

You leaned in and wasted no time in kissing him, the whiskey from dinner still sweet on his lips.

The air was warm and the only sounds around you were the sounds of nature, crickets chirping while the water of the lake lapped at the shore.

It was honestly romantic, and you feel your need for him growing.

Your hands, which had started on his shoulders, soon began to trail down over the soft gray shirt he wore under his black blazer jacket.

It wasn't long before you hit the leather of his belt, and he rumbled against your lips as you began to undo it, the buckle clinking.

"I want to taste you, baby" you whispered against his lips, hand finding and undoing his button and zipper before dipping inside, feeling his hard length beneath the fabric of his underwear.

A grunt escaped him as you cupped him.

"Never gonna say no to that," he joked, causing a laugh to escape as you pulled him out, exposing his cock to the night air.

You never would stop being astounded at his size, and you always secretly wondered if the super soldier serum made...other parts superior as well.

You began stroking him, your thumb swiping at his tip now and again to spread the small head of precum, and Bucky's head leaned back, unable to handle the feeling.

That just gave you easy access, and you quickly leaned in, latching your lips to his neck to leave soft kisses, sucking at the crease where his neck met his shoulder before continuing down, down over his muscular torso and down to where he was exposed.

"Fucking hell," he growled as you let your tongue peek out to lick at him.

His hand came to rest on your back where you were bent over kneeling on the bench, and his breathing quickened as you hollowed your cheeks around his dick, sucking at the tip the way you knew he liked.

You could never get enough of his taste. You never really enjoyed giving head with previous partners, but you couldn't get enough of it with Bucky. You craved it sometimes, to be honest.

"Do you like it?" you pull away to ask, grinning up at his flushed cheeks as you let your tongue come out to play against the notch under his tip.

It caused his hips to jolt and he fisted the fabric of your dress, "You know I do," he huffed, his hand pulling the dress up from the back to expose your black thong. You don't usually go for this kind of underwear but you didn't want panty lines to show through the dress.

He certainly wasn't complaining as his hand came down to roam over your ass cheeks, jaw clenching as you got back to work on his cock, head bobbing as he began to play with you.

He grabbed the thin strap of the thong and moved it aside, causing you to let out a hum of anticipation around him as his warm fingers found your soaking slit from behind.

He ran his fingers up and down, up and down for a moment, cursing at how wet you were already.

A finger sunk in just a bit, causing you to shudder as he said, "I fucking love how easy you get wet for me, doll. You're such a good fucking girl."

The finger left, having just gathered some of the wetness and continued it's journey to where your clit was throbbing.

You couldn't help the moan you let out around him as he circled it, and the vibrations caused his thighs to tense.

The both of you continued, the only sounds besides nature being both of your staggering breaths and the sound of slick flesh.

Before too long though, Bucky couldn't take anymore, and he tangled the fingers of his free hand in your hair to pull you away, his other one three fingers deep in your cunt, his thumb continuing to strum at the little nub.

"I need to fuck you before I come, baby." he said breathlessly.

You nodded as you rose to your knees, dress still around your waist and thong pushed over.

He helped you climb onto his lap, hands gripping your hips with bruising strength, and you knew the next morning you would have his fingerprints on you.

You loved it.

Your arms slid to wrap around his neck as you leaned in to kiss him, both of you exchanging breaths as you began to sink down on him.

You had to go slow so you could adjust to his size, but before long, neither of you could stand it anymore.

His hands controlled the movement of your hips, his coming up to meet you as he fucked into you from below.

"Bucky, please," you whined, thighs shaking as you let him have full control.

Your head began to tilt back, the action causing you to push the breasts into his face.

He took the invitation, one hand leaving to pull the straps of your dress down, taking the top with it and exposing your breasts to the air, nipples perked and waiting for the lips that descended on them.

He loved your breasts, and never left them out any time you both were intimate.

His lips wrapped around one nipple as he fucked you, and you could help the small exhalations of "ah, ah, ah" that left you with each bout of stimulation you received.

Nobody had ever been able to please you like Bucky had, and he reveled in it.

Soon, you were both nearly at your end, Bucky's muscles wound up tight and you were moaning uncontrollably, head still tilted back as your fingers were tangled in his hand.

But there was one thing he needed before you finished.

His hand, the metal one, gently grasped your jaw, pulling you to make eye contact with him.

As soon as you gazes locked on each other, you came, shuddering with a moan as your pupils expanded, tears welling in your eyes at the pleasure.

Bucky couldn't take it anymore, and the wooden bench creaked beneath you both as he fucked into you, shivers of overstimulation wracking your body, before he came. You felt the flooding of his warmth in you, and you sighed in relief, leaning down to kiss him.

Moments passed as he softened within you, and you pulled away from his lips, leaning to rest your forehead against his shoulder as you both caught your breath.

"Well, shit," you said, voice a bit hoarse, "that's one hell of a way to celebrate a successful mission."

Bucky couldn't help but laugh. He didn't know what he did to deserve you. But he did know one thing.

He would never let you go.

EXCUSE ME????? WHAT. WHO. WHEN. WHERE. WHO TOOK MY MANS HAIR????

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