I Needa Fuck Something Bad I Got Some Pressure Built Up *bark*

I’m With the Band Pt 4

Pairing: RockstarBucky x Rockstar!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2,000 something..

Summary: You've been Bucky's plaything on his US tour but when he brings drummer Steve home, things heat up.

Warnings: 18+ - Minors, DO NOT INTERACT please! cursing, drinking, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, fingering, light choking, male piercings, dubcon, double penetration, stripping, verbal degredation and humiliation, mild cuckholding, mention of drugs, threesome. There is just lots going on here 😩

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You had been touring with Buck for nearly two weeks now and your status as a glorified groupie had been solidified after TMZ ran a story the night prior. A paparazzi snafu outside of a haute celebrity steakhouse had made the website’s front page; Bucky’s arm was draped around you, cig hanging out of his mouth. The headline blasted, “Bucky Barnes Steps Out With Barely Legal Floozy - Will it Last?”

All of the negative press and faux glamour was well worth it though because Bucky would perform to sold-out crowds clamouring with screaming co-eds, and then return to you in the earliest hours of the morning to fuck you mercilessly.

You knew the band’s set inside out by now and while you had grown partial to their heavy metal ballads and electric riffs, some nights you just preferred to curl up into your plush hotel robe, watch a cheesy pay-per-view rom-com, and indulge in overpriced room service. But on this particular night, you had no idea what Bucky had up his sleeve.

Like clockwork, Bucky would always stumble in around 3 or 4am, his breath reeking of 80 proof and his fingertips lingering with tobacco resin. Most women wouldn’t tolerate the behaviour and though you had identified his recklessness and boy-like stupor as fatal flaws, you were falling for him. Hard.

He would fuck you with heedless passion - never once inquiring about your feelings or concerns. He couldn’t even throw a rag your way to clean up his salty messes - his sole objective was to get off and if you happened to also find pleasure in the process, he wouldn’t protest. Self-care just wasn’t a part of his repertoire. Bucky was nauseatingly self-serving but you just never questioned it because you were still embarrassingly enamoured with this achingly beautiful rockstar bestowing attention on you.

You laid atop the pillowy soft California King bed, nothing on but a satin La Perla robe that Bucky's black Amex had doled out. You thumbed through your US History textbook, unable to focus on the task at hand - Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello. Bucky should have been back by now. You frantically tapped your acrylic nails on the edge of your phone, anxiously awaiting his return. You thought about texting him but you didn’t need to want to seem needy. He had warned you that it wasn’t cute when you seemed needy.

You heard the muffled laughter of two male voices outside of the room door - two voices? Yeah, definitely two. But this made zero sense because The Winter Soldiers were always under contract to stay on separate floors - hotel policy to discourage the stereotypical rocker raucousness.

As you darted off the bed, Bucky traipsed through the doorway. You made out the second man who followed closely behind - it was Steve Rogers, the drummer. Oh FUCK.

Steve wasn’t a partier like Buck, he was the private, pensive type that ran a militant ten miles each morning and filled his spare time with Seinfeld re-runs or FaceTiming his mom. You had never once witnessed him doing lines or shooting back Jack Daniels at the bar - he just seemed like the foil to Bucky’s rebel without a cause attitude. It was a shock to see him here, honestly. He was usually the first to leave the venue and would never join the boys in their depraved debauchery.

The two men were giddy and as Bucky tripped over the edge of the dresser, he put his ebony-polished finger up to his mouth in a shushing motion, as if you were the one creating racket. Was he too stoned to realize he was the one sneaking into the room like a teenage boy missing curfew? Probably.

“Hiiiiiiiii baby!” Bucky purred as he threw his flimsy hotel keycard haphazardly onto the table and stumbled towards the couch. “We just played a fuckin’ amazing show and I told Stevie he should come back and party with us.”

You glared, eyes narrowing scornfully. Really, Bucky?Post-show sex was something you had grown accustomed to and you weren’t really sure how Steve would fit into that equation. You were instantly cranky, knowing that your nightly dick appointment had been ruined by the tall, blonde super soldier.

Steve slunk into the sofa, a domestic beer in hand. "Did you have a good night, hun?" Hun, huh?

You tightened the the silken robe around your waist curtly, crossed your arms, bottom lip pouty and possessive, on the verge of a tantrum. “Bucky.. what the hell? I wasn't planning to entertain guests.”

Bucky completely ignored your clear disdain for the situation. “Why don’t you give us a lil’ striptease, eh?” He grabbed the silky tassels of your robe and pulled you toward him harshly, almost falling into his lap as you teetered uneasily. You considered protesting but after ogling Steve and realizing how effortlessly gorgeous he looked just non-chalantly vibing on the couch, you decided to let the night play out.

Steve had been so attentive throughout the entire tour, bringing you London Fogs from local cafes or making sure you had the best spot to watch the show at every venue. You sometimes felt homesick and Steve empathetically clued in, trying his best to provide creature comforts or lend an ear when you tried working through your college assignments. You were sure he was just being polite, part of his traditional upbringing, but it went a long way because Bucky never seemed to give a shit about you unless he was blowing your back out.

You swayed from side to side, hooking a strand of hair behind your ear as you plopped onto Steve’s lap. “Go on, dance up on him baby,” Bucky commanded as he threw back a swig of whatever alcoholic concoction he was sipping on, stretching his legs out eagerly.

Steve was so much bigger than Bucky - bigger shoulders, bigger quads - his bigger hands gently squeezing the top of your thighs. You could assume that he was bigger everywhere as the outline of his length tented in his navy velour trousers.

You could have sworn he whispered, “you’re beautiful.”

Your brow creased with confusion as he thumbed his way up your supple thighs and towards the vulnerable gap between your legs. You just knew your pupils were blown out, dumbstruck, clit throbbing. You recoiled at his touch, it felt wrong for Bucky’s best friend to be pawing at you and for you to be enjoying it.

Bucky sat across from you, legs splayed out, elbows resting on his knees and gazing at you two intently. He wasn't a cuck but he clearly had an hidden kink for watching.

This came as a shock because Bucky was territorial and would seethe with envy when other men leered at you. Whenever you were hit on in public, Bucky took out his jealous frustration on you - whether that meant shoving his hands up your dress and curling a few fingers up into you, or fucking you up against the bathroom wall mere moments after a harmless gentleman caller called you cute. He may have been a rockstar but insecurity still permeated from him.

“You gonna let us take turns, babe?” Bucky yanked the side table drawer open and grabbed a bottle of sticky, well-used lube. “Or you gonna smarten up and let us take a hole each?” He glanced at Steve, hoping for an air high five or a “yeah, man!” in return. But Steve was laser-focused on groping your smooth, tanned thighs.

“She’s so tight, Steve.. tightest chick I’ve ever split open,” he bragged, undoing his pants to expose his bare, inflating cock. You hated when he talked about you like you weren’t even in the room. You hated it.

It was clear to you that Bucky was going to offer you up as some sort of sacrificial lamb tonight but you were oddly fine with the arrangement. You fixated on Steve, the sexual tension mounting for weeks. He grazed the back of his palm against your cheek, “you smell like peaches, angel.”

Bucky grabbed you by the forearm, mounting you over the edge of the couch. Firm hands gripped your waist, “bend over.. gonna fuck this sweet ass,” he hissed, pushing the small of your back forward and hiking your robe up. You had never taken anything, not even so much as a single finger, in that hole. Bucky knew you wanted to keep anal off limits but tonight, he craved popping your cherry and his violent decisiveness made your pussy throb. Or maybe it was Steve's sweet sweeping motions as his hand inched towards your clit. Or maybe it was both.

“C’mon Stevie, come fuck this skank,” Bucky beckoned. Steve dropped his trousers and revealed his length. Yep, definitely bigger.

“You got a box of rubbers, Buck?” He looked around curiously, scanning for a box of Magnums. Bucky huffed, you both knew he didn’t do condoms.

And while Steve was trying his best to be respectful, in this moment he could still be reduced to a typical hormonal thirty-something. The sight of his best friend bending you over had him pumping his meaty cock hungrily.

This entire interaction had made your brain go all fuzzy. Bucky splattered a long string of lube into his hand, dragged it along his length, and rammed his cock into the tight ring of virgin muscle. "Jesus, fuckin' hell, this ass is so damn tight, baby doll," he moaned, pushing himself into you deeper, no regard for you. The silver metal ring first, then the tip, then his entire engorged cock. Your eyes rolled back, tears welled in your eyes, and you knew instinctively to fight through the punch of pain and pressure.

“Steve…” you struggled to get the words out, sharp breaths escaping your lips as Bucky rhythmically smashed inside your tight ass, desperation dripping from you. You needed him inside you, too. You looked up at him, long eyelashes fluttering. He couldn’t resist.

Steve approached correctly, peeling his tight onyx wifebeater to reveal a chest inked with tats. His thick cock in hand, he used your slick to slide in underneath Bucky, gently pushing into your pretty pink entrance. You expected him to rut into you furiously, just like Bucky always did. But Steve fucked into you with slow, gentle strokes. Bucky shot him a dirty look, “Man.. she’s not gonn’ break, fuck her!”

Though you couldn’t see his face, you heard Steve hum lowly into your ear, “every piece of you is perfect .. sooo tight.” You lapped up every scrap of praise he threw at you.

Steve picked up the pace, stretching you out with his girth. You could feel both buff men inside you, could feel radiating friction - feel their lengths touching - just a sheath of thin skin between them. Measured cadence as they both pumped back and forth inside you made you realize why these two were some of the most revered musicians - they were so in sync. Bucky’s cock dragged in and out of your virgin hole while Steve’s swollen length pierced your velvety walls. It was ecstasy.

Bucky jammed his index finger into your mouth, tugging violently - his signature move. You knew he wasn’t going to last much longer because his thrusts got shorter and faster, his cock entirely engorged with blood, his breaths shallow. He pulled out with wanton disregard, ropes of his white pleasure marking your back.

"Good girl..” he huffed, “I need a smoke.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead and slicked his jet black hair back, sliding the glass balcony door open.

It was just you and Steve now and you were glad one of the super soldiers had vacated your body. You loved being filled up to the brink but it was a relief to not be air-locked any longer. Steve bent down as he was balls-deep inside you, dusting your ear with his knuckles and whispering, “are you gonna cum for me, pretty thing?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, ruminating over your response, butterflies swelling in your stomach. Bucky never asked what you wanted, he just took what he needed and left you with the fallout. You nodded weakly, “I..I wanna cum for you.”

He dipped his left hand down between your thighs, rubbing your clit in small, quick motions. “Do you like that, angel?” You were absolutely cockdrunk on this man and nodded sloppily, your walls pulsing. Steve kissed the side of your neck, “I’m going to cum inside you, peaches - uhhnn - you’re such a perfect girl for Steve.” Bucky would be back any moment and he wouldn’t like this - Steve was here to give you a nasty fuck, not romance you.

Steve fucked you beautifully, every languid motion deliberate and well-timed. It made sense that he was a drummer - his rhythm was immaculate. It was the closest thing to making love a rockstar could offer up. It didn’t make sense but it didn’t matter.

You became entirely untethered as a wash of pleasure swept over you. He peppered your shoulders with kisses as he shot his creamy load deep inside.

As you heard the glass door slide shut, you jolted up and snapped out of the fucking tizzy Steve had put you in. “How was it bud? Wasn’t she a good fuck?” Bucky asked rhetorically.

“Yeah bro, she’s a good gal,” he replied as he tugged his trousers back on. “I better go, we got Tokyo 101.2 in the morning.”

Steve left without a word to you, likely because he didn’t want to piss off Bucky and get you into any trouble. He knew Bucky had a viciously jealous temper and Steve was just grateful his buddy was willing to share you. No need to rock the boat, especially if he wanted this sexual relationship to continue.

Relishing in the obscenely depraved romp you had just been gifted, you fetched a cold bottle of Perrier from the mini-bar and plunked down on the bed. You were a puddle of emotions, eyes glazed over, dumbfounded at what happened. What was his motive? Bucky was his best friend, his bandmate, hell - he was pretty much his platonic life partner. It just didn't make sense.

You flicked off the bedside lamp and crawled into bed with Bucky, the sun just beginning to peek over the Santa Ana mountains.

-------------------- Bucky had slunk out of the suite at an ungodly hour to meet up with Steve for the Japanese press junket. He probably hadn’t slept more than an hour or two at best. Selfishly, you were just relieved that you could sprawl out in the bed and get a few more hours of beauty sleep before the jaunt to San Diego.

You were startled awake with a rap at the door, still groggy. Your lower body swelled with a dull ache - you really pushed your limits the night prior and would just be smitten with any kind of pain reliever. You rubbed your eyes and slinked out of bed, kicking on your pink shearling slippers.

You shuffled to the door, yawning widely as you unlatched and swung it open. It was concierge with a bouquet of big, beautiful Stargazer lilies. The note affixed to the flowers read, “Good morning, peaches." Two extra-strength Advil were taped to the note.

You gulped anxiously, acutely aware of the triangle that had unintentionally formed. Thirty-four dates were still remaining on the tour and things just got really interesting.

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Relief Mission (Part 2 of 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mutual pining, flirt, and so much smut

Summary: The morning after and beyond.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby This one's for you @weekendgothgirl.

Part 1 of Relief Mission

You had no idea what time it was when it happened, probably the middle of the night. That strange sensation of falling hit you and you jerked awake to the realization that you were falling out of the bed. You had made yourself as small as possible, put yourself on the edge of the bed, to give Bucky room. Scrambling to keep yourself from hitting the floor, you feel a hand grab your waist and pull you back. Bucky fit your body to his in the small bed, burying his face in your neck. 

“Thanks,” you whisper, but there’s no answer from the man snuggling against you. “Bucky?” you try again but the only answer you receive is a moan as he flexes his hips more firmly into you. You bite your lip and debate what to do. You could try to extricate yourself but you imagine that the loose grip he holds is deceptive or maybe you just want it to be. You decide to stay where you are, it was where you wanted to be anyway. You smile as you fall back to sleep. 

The next morning, you wake with your face pressed to his chest, legs tangled with his, and your hands curled into his shirt. When a ray of light hits the one eye not shielded by his chest, you groan. 

“Piss off, sun. I’m not done with nighttime yet,” you mumble the sentiment, enjoying the feel of waking in someone’s arms. Bucky’s chest rumbles against your face. His laugh telling you he was awake and had heard you.

“Morning, doll,” he says quietly. You can hear the smile in his voice and bask in it for a moment.

“Mmm, morning. I know, I know. Gotta get up. Long drive,” you say mostly to yourself. 

“Five more minutes?” Bucky whispers. 

“I knew I liked you,” you smile as you nuzzle into his warmth. His arms tighten around you slightly. You fall into a hazy half-sleep, more comfortable than you should be with a man you barely knew. Rousing yourself a few minutes later, you take a deep breath, “Sorry,” you extricate yourself, sit on the edge of the bed, and grasp for words to explain why you were practically wrapped around him. “I, um… Thanks for saving me from hitting the floor last night,“ you say with a nervous little laugh. 

“What?” Bucky’s eyebrows knit together as he looks at you from where he’s still laid out on the bed.

“Last night?...” you read his confused expression and continue. “I almost fell out of the bed and you pulled me back. I, uh, guess you slept through the whole thing, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Bucky scratches the back of his head. “I’m not surprised. I was probably crowding you.”

“No!,” you say too quickly. “Not at all. Anyway, we should get going. I’m going to change. My shirt should be dry by now. I’ll give your’s back.”

“No need, doll. Keep it. Looks-” Bucky cuts himself off.

“What?” you ask, curiously. 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head with a sheepish smile.

“No, it’s okay. What were you going to say?” 

“It, um, it looks better on you anyway,” Bucky quietly says and then stares, waiting for your reaction. 

“Oh,” you smile, heat creeping up your face. “Okay. Th-thanks. I’ll be out in just a minute.”

Bucky kicks himself as you scramble into the bathroom. His stupid mouth always seemed to run ahead of his brain around you. You probably thought he was an idiot. 

You stood in the bathroom for a minute and couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot. He was so adorable. Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you get ready quickly. You still had to get to the rendezvous point to join the rest of your team. 

The drive was long but it was as if a dam had broken between you and Bucky. Perhaps the shared intimacy of sleeping in each other's arms had made the awkwardness melt away. Whatever the reason, the polite conversation and long silences you had formerly shared with the metal-armed supersoldier had turned into laughs and getting to know each other. He was surprisingly funny and incredibly sweet. The stories he told were endearing. You even managed to make him laugh. He asked questions and listened to you prattle on. 

By the end of the drive, your attraction to him had become a full blown crush. However, there was no time to dwell on it as the team immediately went on to the next part of the mission. It was a few days before you were back home and settled down from the action. You were happy when Bucky sought you out more often after that. You spent time together, laughed, and just enjoyed each other. The only thing that was bothering you is that he had never made a move in the two weeks since that night. You were wondering if he just wanted to be friends. 

You had just closed your door after hanging out with the team for the night when there was a knock. Opening the door, you look curiously at Bucky as he leans against the doorjamb. 

“Hey. What's up?” you ask, your heart beating faster.

“Do you ever think about that morning? Waking up together?” Bucky looks at you. His eyes are filled with such tenderness and just a tinge of fear. 

“All the time. All the time,” you smile widely and pull him through the door.

He shuts it as he walks through and your heart soared as he wrapped you in his arms. You stared into each other's eyes, taking each other in and then the tension snapped. His lips found yours and he kissed you until you were dizzy. It was as if neither of you wanted to separate. When he finally pulls away, you smile at each other. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks,” Bucky says, his hand caressing your neck. 

“What took you so long?” you tease. 

“I’m a little out of practice at the whole dating thing,” Bucky chuckles while his cheeks tinge pink. 

“Does that mean you want to date me?" You bite your lip.

"Yeah, doll. Can I take you to dinner tomorrow?" Bucky asks, nervously.

"Why don't you take me to breakfast in the morning?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Uh, sure. If that's what you want. I'll see you in the morning," Bucky stutters in confusion. 

Realizing he hadn't taken your meaning, you decide to be a little more clear,  "Ya know, it's a long commute from my room to yours, maybe you'd like to just… stay the night?"

Biting your lip, you watch as realization dawns on Bucky's face. It's nearly comical. Sure, you were being forward but you'd practically walked around with a lady boner since that morning. Constantly hot and bothered from feeling him against you but nothing you did seemed to quell the ache. When Bucky stepped forward, his expression was full of wonder, as if he couldn't believe you had extended such an invitation.

He puts a hand on your neck and then pulls you to him for a kiss. You had expected it to be passionate as the one before had been but it was incredibly soft and tender. Your eyes flutter closed as you take in the moment. The feel of his lips, his hand caressing your neck, his metal arm going around your waist to pull you closer, and then suddenly, he breaks the kiss, bends down, and picks you up. You gasp as you put your arms around his neck and stare at him in surprise. Giving you a sweet smile, he walks to your bed and gently lays you on it. He follows you down, settling next to you before finding your lips again. His hands wander over your arms, your hips, your neck, as if he’s discovering you. Memorizing your curves and testing those spots that make you shudder. 

Taking some initiative, you put your leg over his and pull him closer. He rolls you under him, settling between your legs, and putting one hand under your shirt to feel your skin. You slide your hands under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, and push it up slowly. He takes the hint and leans back to pull it off. Running your hands over his chest, the ache between your legs becomes more pronounced. 

When you look into his face, he plucks at the hem of your shirt, the question in his eyes clear. You lift yourself up to help him pull it off and you’re a little surprised when he reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra with ease. He registers your surprised expression and pulls away. 

“I’m sorry. I should- I should’ve asked,” Bucky begins to stutter. 

You put your fingers to his lips and shake your head gently, “I was just surprised at how easily you did that. The answer’s yes.” You pull the bra off and throw it aside, immediately pulling him to you and enjoying the delicious warmth of his chest pressed to yours. You kiss his neck, dragging your tongue across the stubble there. 

Bucky shudders and whispers desperately, “Doll, I’m trying so hard to go slow.”

“Why?” You say against his skin, “You don’t have to go slow.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky groans. 

You let out a little laugh, “I’m not fragile. You won’t hurt me, baby.” To drive home your point, you nip at his neck. And just like that, the dam is broken. Bucky presses you into the mattress, your hands intertwined as he kisses you with abandon. His hips flex into yours and you moan as you wrap your legs around him. He drags his lips down your neck and pays special attention to your breasts as he practically rips open the zipper on your jeans. You shimmy as he pulls them, along with your panties, down your legs and tosses them aside. He’s nearly feral as he pushes your legs apart as wide as he can, stretching your cunt open to him. His mouth attacks your clit and you arch. 

“Jesus! Fuck, Bucky! Oh my god!” Your words melt into moans as he fucks you with his tongue. You arch and keen with each motion over your clit. You grab handfuls of his hair as he eats you. It’s nearly too intense but you wouldn’t stop him to save your life. You’d never felt anything this incredible and it wasn’t long before you cried out, “I’m coming! Fuck! Oh, God, oh, God!” You were babbling as Bucky never even thought to stop or slow down. He kept going as if he’d never tasted anything as divine as you, as if his sole goal in life was to make you feel those incredible waves crash over you. He changed his angle and speed a second later and it had you building more quickly than you knew you could. You were bucking uncontrollably, chasing that friction he was creating, and then your body went taut, “Bucky! Baby, fuck! I- Ohhh!” Your voice died out as your whole body spasmed with the orgasm he had pulled from you. You felt like a ragdoll as you came back to yourself. You look down at Bucky where he’s watching you from between your legs, only his eyes visible as he slowly circles your clit. 

“Glad you aren’t fragile, doll. I’m not done yet,” Bucky smiles as he slides his fingers inside you and flicks his tongue more firmly against you. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, “I can take it.” 

You grab handfuls of the sheets as his fingers find that spot inside you and the feeling of his tongue pushes you higher. You still manage to push the words past your lips, “Just remember, I get to taste you next. Fuck, it’s gonna be so good.” You feel your cunt gush as you say the words and Bucky growls, sending vibrations through you. “That’s right, baby. Gonna suck that cock. Want to feel it hitting the back of my throat. Gonna make you weak, oh fuck, from my mouth. Bucky! I’m gonna-” you scream, you can’t stop yourself. The orgasm that rips through you is the most intense thing that you’ve ever felt. You ride it out, one hand in Bucky’s hair to hold him in place as the incredible aftershocks hit you. When Bucky’s tongue starts making those delicious circles again, you laugh as you pull his head away from you, “my turn, handsome.”

He crawls up your body and hovers above you for a moment, looking at your debauched expression, “You don’t have to, doll.”

You smile and reach up to touch his face before catching him off guard and flipping him under you. Hovering over him, you smile, “I want to.” You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips and grinding your soaked pussy over his considerable bulge. Pulling back, you stare into his eyes as you slide down his body. You pull his sweatpants off and lick your lips as his length bobs in front of you. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.” You wrap your hand around him and give a long lick across his tip. 

“Doll!” The heels of Bucky’s hands are pressed into his eye sockets as if he’s in the most pain… or pleasure of his life. 

“What is it, baby?” you tease, repeating the action. You swirl your tongue around his head as you watch his breathing pick up. 

“I can’t, I’m gonna explode,” he whimpers. 

“That’s kinda the point,” you smirk as you take him in your mouth, running your tongue along his underseam. 

“Jesus, doll, I’m serious! I don’t think I can hold myself back. It’s been too long. You feel fucking amazing,” Bucky moans. 

“Then don’t,” you say before sliding him back in. You fuck him with your mouth, sliding your tongue back and forth, pumping what you can’t fit with your hand, palming his balls, and moaning at the divine feel of him. You employ every trick you know to give him pleasure. He fists the sheets, breathing heavily, and tries not to buck his hips. 

“Doll, I’m gonna… Where- oh, fuck, Doll!” Bucky’s pleas end on a long moan as you slide him into your throat. You hold back your gag reflex as Bucky explodes, filling you with his spend. It’s almost too much but you manage to relax and swallow. His hands nearly shred your sheets. He was incredibly turned on that you would even do this for him but when you slid him all the way in and let him come down your throat, he didn’t think he’d stop coming. His balls tightened up harder than ever before and all he wanted was to make you feel as incredible. You slide him out carefully and move to curl up beside him. “I need more,” Bucky’s voice is gravelly. 

“Oh, sorry, of course,” you sit up to move back down the bed but don’t make it far.

“No,” Bucky says as he lifts you and sets you down with a knee on each side of his head. “Just like this,” he says, pulling you down to sit on his face. Grabbing hold of your headboard, you gasp as pleasure rolls through you. Bucky’s hands knead your ass as he flicks his tongue over your clit again and again. 

“Bucky!”

“Ride my face, doll. Come on, you deserve it after that little show you put on,” Bucky uses his grip on you to move you back and forth, encouraging you to take your pleasure from him. You’re tentative at first but then the pleasure rolls through you as you grind against his tongue. As you roll your hips, he moves his head back and forth adding to the friction. Twisting to look back, you see his cock hardening again and all you can think of is riding it rather than his face, letting him fill you up, and as the image runs through your mind, your cunt spasms.

“Fuck! Bucky! I need you! I need you inside me,” you say the words desperately as you scramble down his body. He’s still only semi-hard but you line him up with your entrance and sink down. “Oh, fuck, yes,” you whimper as you slowly move your hips, eyes rolling back in your head at the pure hedonism. 

Bucky grabs your hips, staring at where your two bodies meet, indulging in the fact that he’s finally buried inside you. “You feel amazing, doll. Fuck.”

“Bucky,” you moan as you feel him growing inside of you, stretching you, hitting deep. “Bucky, I can’t stop. It’s so good, so fucking good,” you babble as you build momentum. You grind your hips against him, pleasure building with each motion.

“I wanna see you come on top of me, doll. Look at me, look in my eyes and come all over my cock. I want to see you fall apart. Give it to me,” Bucky commands. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whine as your orgasm breaks over you. Staring into his eyes, your mouth forms an O as you lose yourself to the spasms. Your hips stutter and Bucky holds your face as he watches you. 

“I know, I know, babydoll. Good girl. You feel so good riding my cock. Just had to have it in you, huh? Couldn’t let me feel you come on my tongue one more time, you needed this cock inside you. Well, I hope you meant it when you said you weren’t fragile. We’re not done yet,” Bucky smiles cockily as he rolls you under him. He starts to move his hips in a slow rhythm, making you lift your knees to wrap your legs around him, arching to give him better access. 

Sex had never been this good. It had never felt like this. Never been this thorough and pleasurable. You were lost in it. Lost in him. He could do anything to you at this point and you would beg for more. 

“Bucky, Bucky, oh god, Bucky, please,” you moan. 

“Please what, doll?” Bucky murmurs in your ear. 

“More, harder, please!” you whine. 

“Good girl,” Bucky praises, “You want more, huh? Yeah, you need it, don’t you? Tell me.”

“I need it. Please, baby, I need more!”

Bucky pulls your legs up, throwing them over his shoulders and begins fucking into you with hard, fast strokes making you cry out. It was intense and you felt your cunt tightening around him.

“Yeah, that’s what my babydoll needed. Fuck, you feel good. You're squeezing me tight, taking me so good,” Bucky’s hands are everywhere, holding your hips, feathering over your nipples, caressing your neck. 

Your brain goes into complete overdrive between his hips driving into you relentlessly and the words of a sex god spilling out of his mouth. Fuck, it was just the first time and you were addicted to him already. You were gonna need a dose of him every day for the rest of your life. 

“Come on, doll. Come for me again. I’m so close but I need to feel you do that all over my cock again. Give it to me,” Bucky demands sweetly. 

“Ohhhh, fuuuck,” you whine as your orgasm slams through you. You nearly black out from the intensity but you will yourself to watch as Bucky loses himself to the fluttering of your cunt around him. His roar of pleasure as he emptied himself into you makes your cunt grip him even tighter. When he’s spent, he lowers your legs and gently lays down beside you. Pulling you against him, he kisses your neck and you smile. 

“See, not fragile at all,” you quip, still trying to catch your breath. 

“I hope not, doll. After all, this is just a break. We’re not done yet,” Bucky chuckles. 

Your eyes widen but, never one to back down from a challenge, you reply, “Barely started, baby.”

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first name basis

in which only you can call bucky by his first name

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It was quiet, the soft pattering of raindrops on the window and the city ambiance filled the Brooklyn apartment. It was somewhat empty, but Bucky had said it was just because he had just moved in. You knew he was lying.

The two of you were sat up with your backs against his headboard, scrolling through channels to find something to watch. He had an arm around you, holding you close to him. You were leaning into him, your head lightly resting on his chest.

“there’s never anything good on anymore” bucky grumbled and you smiled.

“you sound like an old man” you chuckled, taking the controller from his hand and flipping through channels, finally settling on some nature documentary about lions.

“i am 106, you know that right?” He teased you and you rolled your eyes, elbowing him lightly and causing him to groan dramatically. His antics made you elbow him even harder, laughing as he pouted at you.

“oh boohoo” you teased him, sticking your tongue out. Bucky gasped, eyes widening at your actions.

“i cant believe you” he frowned, smiling as he tackled you and caused you to fall over, he pinned your hands above your head, looking at you with soft eyes. “you’re gonna pay y/n” he smiled, peppering kisses all over your face before finally gently placing his lips onto yours.

It was a soft and tender kiss, nothing but pure love and sweetness. The kind that you smile into and blush while your lips are still connected, the kind bucky always wanted.

As the two of you pulled away he wasted no time in pulling you to his side, leaning against his headboard and letting your head rest comfortably on his chest. It was quiet, neither of you speaking and just focusing on the lions on tv, occasionally making comments about how cute the cubs were.

“your middle name is actually Buchanan?” You blurted out, causing bucky to jump a bit. He looked at you confused before nodding his head.

“yeah it is, why?” He smiled at your question as you thought silently.

“dunno, it’s just, Buchanan” you giggled and bucky blushed.

“are you making fun of my middle name?” He asked, trying his best to hold back the smile on his face and you shook your head quickly.

“no! i mean, a little bit i guess” you laughed and bucky smiled brightly at you, loving the sound of your laughter.

“i can’t believe you” bucky frowned and you pouted, moving up to kiss his jawline.

“oh angel, you know your middle name doesn’t change a thing between us” he smiled at your words, loving the way you so easily caved. “tell me your full name” you smiled at him, “wanna hear you say it” you giggled and he rolled his eyes before sighing.

“James Buchanan Barnes” he spoke, his voice smooth as he stared at you, a smile on his face when you hummed.

“James” you spoke, the name rolling off your tongue like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. Buckys heart raced, his face flushed and his stomach was in knots. “you know that’s a lot better than buchanan” you teased, craning your neck a bit to look at bucky.

“say it again” he whispered, his heartbeat in his ears as you looked at him confused.

“that your middle name is ridiculous?” you smiled and he shook his head.

“no doll, my name” his voice was soft, just above a whisper.

“James” you repeated the name, smiling at the bashful smile on his face and the way his face flushed as you spoke his name.

“‘t sounds nice when you say it” he mumbled, his face was hot and you scrambled to sit up, cupping his face with one hand and kissing his lips before speaking up.

“well, how about we toss bucky out the window and i call you james, yeah?” You suggested and he nodded, smiling at you before crashing his lips onto yours.

Bucky didn’t know what it was about it. Maybe it’s because you were the only person since steve to make him feel like himself and not like an ex assassin. Maybe it’s because you helped remind of who he was, not the winter soldier but James Barnes. Maybe it was the way you said his name and it sounded as sweet and smooth as honey. Bucky didn’t know and he didn’t really care much, he just knew he only wanted you to call him that.

“hey guys!” You smiled as you and bucky walked into the compound hand in hand, giving the team a small wave before you and bucky headed into the kitchen.

There was some big game on tonight and the team was having a watch party, everyone gathered into the living room excited as they watched some pregame stuff. You and bucky were working in the kitchen, you had offered to make dinner so you wouldn’t have to pay an absurd amount for some takeout.

The sound of the tv was quieter and you and bucky were quick to take out all the ingredients needed from the kitchen, placing them on the counter. Bucky loved helping you cook so the two of you moved easily together in the kitchen.

Sam and steve walked into the kitchen, smiling as they saw you cooking, the smell of the food in the air.

“you guys need any help?” Sam asked, looking at how easily you and bucky handed things off to each other.

“could you help set the table up? the forks and spoons are over there” you smiled and Sam nodded, grabbing the stack and handing the forks to steve. “James can you pass me some of the salt please?” You asked, not thinking twice, bucky handed it to you with no hesitation.

Steve and Sam were grounded in their spots, shock on their faces as they processed your words.

“did- did you just call him James?” Steve asked, brows furrowed at you. You smiled at him and chuckled, completely confused as to why it was such a big deal.

“yeah, why? I do it all the time” you shrugged your shoulders, bucky had a bashful grin on his face, grabbing some cups and shoving his friends away and towards the table. Steve and Sam looked at bucky as he set some cups down on the table with them.

“so they can call you James but when i do it i get a knife two inches from my face?” Sam spoke crossing his arms across his chest and frowning at his friend. Bucky rolled his eyes, ignoring him and going to get more cups.

“can you tell everyone the foods ready?” You asked bucky, grabbing the plates and placing three filled with food into his arms. He smiled, kissing your temple before heading to the dining room.

“foods ready!” He called out, you could hear the team cheering as they all sat down around the table, excited to eat.

“james can you come get these please!” You called out, everyone whipping their head around to you.

“wh- James? You call him James?” Rhodey scoffed and you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“well yeah that’s his name isn’t it” you laughed and he nodded quickly.

“i called you that one time and you threatened me” Rhodey spoke and bucky blushed, taking the plates from you quickly and rushing to give everyone food so they would stop talking.

“glad to know I’m not alone” Sam laughed, looked at Rhodey, natasha nodded.

“he told me to not call him that” steve frowned and you felt your face heating up.

You were the only one that called him James. You could feel your heart fluttering as you locked eyes with bucky, smile on your face when he walked over to you to get the plates for you and him.

“didn’t know you were so protective over your name buchanan” you teased and he rolled his eyes, the rest of the team already eating and talking amongst themselves after you told them to hurry and eat before the game started.

Bucky smiled and snaked his arms around your waist, leaning down and kissing you softly, the two of you smiling into the kiss before pulling away.

“only like it when you say it doll” he whispered and you blushed, heart skipping a beat as he kissed your forehead and let go of you, carrying the two plates in his hands and leaving you in the kitchen. You but your lip and smiled, following him quickly and eating with the rest of the team.

While steve and Sam cleaned the table up and tony and peppered filled the dishwasher you cuddled up with bucky on the couch, eyes closing when he ran his fingers through your hair.

“i love you” bucky mumbled and you smiled, “love you so much y/n y/l/n” he spoke, kissing the top of your head.

“and i love you so much james bucky barnes” you whispered, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before cuddling back into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.

His stomach fluttered and his heart skipped a beat. Sure it had been thousands of time that you had spoken his name, calling him james in any and every tone. But everytime he found himself blushing and smiley, he found himself wanting to hear you say it again, and again and again.

Maybe it was because you helped ground him. Or maybe it was because you helped him become himself again.

As bucky looked at your breathing peacefully on his chest, drifting to sleep despite the the cheers from the rest of the team he realized why he loved hearing you say his name.

It brought him back home. And home was here, with you.

It was with you and his family as they watched a game together, huddled together and squished into three sofas.

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🤌🏻🤌🏻 bucky is just so 😫

— Wash Away My Sins | B. Barnes

au; mob boss!bestfriend.

pairing; bucky barnes x reader.

summary; bucky barnes is your best friend and also one of the scariest mob bosses in the city. when he finds out that your current boyfriend has never pleased you, he takes it upon himself to show you what you deserve.

word count; 2.7k.

warnings; smut [oral (f), fingering, p in v, bondage (tie around neck), rough sex], language, angst [cheating, confessing feelings], fluff.

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— “and when they finally realized that they felt the same about each other, the stars aligned”.

Bucky smiles when he hears the familiar pattern of knocking on the door. He knows that you are on the other side and that lifts his mood up a ton. “Doll” he sighs when you walk in. 

“James” you speak back noting the white dress shirt he has on paired with black pants and a matching tie.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to knock”?

“I'm terrified at the thought of witnessing one of your middays hookups if I don’t” you joke as you grab the glass of whiskey from his desk and slump into the couch infront of it. 

“Sipping whiskey” he reminds you before he closes the file in his hand and gives you his full attention. “I take it you had a rough day”.

“Brutal”. You don’t hesitate.

“Who do I have to kill”? Neither does he.

Having been Bucky’s best friend for years now, you know the mob boss is dead serious when he asks the question. He’s always been protective over you and in a sense, you find it attractive.

“If theres a ‘me’ option i’ll gladly take it” you groan, putting the glass down on the table beside you. 

“What happened honey? Did they ID you downstairs again? Those fucking idiots. I don’t know how many times i'm going to have to tell them that you're free to enter until it gets through-” you cut off his rambleing with a wave of the hand.

“No its not- it’s not that James”. You let out another groan. You arent even sure if you should tell him whats going on. Bucky’s always found your boyfriends to be nothing but bothers. Always stating that they don’t deserve you, or that you could do better, or even as far as to say that he’s the only one who knows how to treat you right. You always dismissed his remaks -espessialy the last one- and thought of them as no more than a good friend being a good friend. After all, theres no way that Bucky feels the same way about you as you do about him. “It’s my boyfriend”.

“Bob”?

“You know what his name is”.

“Billy”?

“Elijah”.

“Whatever” he mumbles walking over to the couch you're on. “What’d he do”?

It’s not what he did, it’s what he didn’t do.

You shake your head, regretting even have bringing him up in the first place. “Nevermind, I shouldn’t even have mentioned it. I know how you feel about him”.

“That he’s a piece of shit who’s never going to deserve you? I was gonna feel that way about him whether you mentioned it or not”. His head tilts to the side when he notices that you have something on your mind that you really have to express. “Come on, doll – talk to me”.

You throw your head back and your hands fly at your face, wiping down it roughly. “It’s so fucking embarrassing though” you mumble into your fingers, looking at Bucky through the corner of your eyes for a reaction. His expression stays neutral. ”Thought we were at the point in our friendship where nothing was embarrassing”. Having to call what the two of you have a friendship almost makes him throw up. But what he has with you only is a friendship, and his hating it doesn’t change the reality of it.

You chuckle, head turning to look at him again. His features are soft and welcoming. Many people in the city wouldn’t be able to say that they’ve seen them on him but then again only you are the person who Bucky can be soft around. “It’s just me. Just your James” he says, as he takes your hand into his. “You can tell me anything”. 

You purse your lips together when he kisses the top of your hand. He really does mean that you can tell him anything because he can’t imagine anything as embarrassing as what you’re going through with Elijah. 

It’s killing you that you can’t tell him. You frown as you remember the time when you and Bucky were on a dinner date and you made him run to a corner shop when you got your period all of a sudden. Or when you were sick for a whole week and Bucky came over to take care of you, not a care about the bacteria he would harness from being around you. Or when he beat up that perv that catcalled you in the middle of the street, almost taking his life had you not been there to stop him. 

Bucky’s been there for you through thick and thin, surely he would be there for you now.

You take a deep breath and turn your body to face him completely.

“Elijah he… He's... He’s never…” Bucky patiently waits for you to spit it out.

“He’s never made me come" you blurt out all of a sudden, eyes snapping shut when you realize what you’ve done. Slowly opening your eyes, you cringe at Bucky’s reaction.

His eyes are squinted, his bottom lip is tugged under his teeth, and his eyebrows are furrowed tight. “I should’ve just shut up” you groan into your hands.

“No! No!” he speaks moving your hands from under you. “I just needed time to process”.

“Okay so…”?

“So I think he’s an ass”.

You roll your eyes as you get up. “See! I knew you were going to say something like that”!

Bucky pulls you back down. This time you're seated closer to him. “No honey like he’s actually an ass. What kind of a guy doesn’t know how to have sex”?

“Well… it’s not that he doesn’t know how to have sex”. Now Bucky’s confused. “He for sure comes. It’s just that he doesn’t make me”.

“That's not sex.” Buckys starts, voice monotone, disappointed that you don’t realize it. “Fucking someone and only making yourself come is doing half the job and half the job doesn’t count. So no, technically he doesn’t know how to have sex”. 

“Fine my boyfriend doesn’t know how to have sex!” you exclaim with your hands on your face again. “It wouldn’t even be a problem but I'm so fucking frustrated”. Sexually, you mean, but you decide that he can piece the puzzles together on that one.  

“I can only imagine” he chuckles. You look up at him with a frown. “Are you seriously laughing at my misery”?

“I mean, I don’t know what you expected from a pathetic excuse of a boy like him”. 

You have had it with Bucky laughing at your taste in men. “You know what James? I’m tired of you laughing at me and my choices so either do something about it or shut up”! A part of you feels bad that you are taking all of your anger out on him but there is some truth to your words. You do want Bucky to do to you what Elijah is supposed to. 

And he jumps at the offer.

He scoots closer to you, flesh hand making its way to hold your face. You melt in his touch. What you’ve been wanting for so long, you were getting. You were getting Bucky. Everything in you to go with it. To take what the universe was giving you but the thought of losing Bucky as a friend overweighed those suggestions.

“James” you breathe. “We can’t”.

“Why not honey”.? Bucky’s voice is low. He knows what you’re thinking “I want you”. His hand cradles your face softer than before but right as his face scoots a bit closer you drop your head to your neck.

His fingers guide you to look up at him again. The other hand moves your hair behind your ear. “James” you breathe out again feeling his thumb brush over your bottom lip. “Tell me you don't want it too baby” he starts, finger running along your jawline. “Tell me you don’t want this as bad as I do”. Your eyelids flutter when his eyes darken. 

“I don’t want to ruin what we have”. As hard as it is to, you turn your face away from him again but just as before his fingers make your eyes meet his again. “We won't ruin anything” he whispers, pressing his forehead onto yours.

“Promise,” you mumble, nose brushing against his.

“What”?

“Promise me that we’ll still hang out, and talk and won't avoid each other like they do in the movies”.

“I promise baby,” he whispers with a slight chuckle. “I promise”.

Hearing that you inch your face closer to his and close your eyes. Your lips collide and it's as if a bomb goes off. All other sounds drop away, all you can feel is his lips against yours, pressing just harshly enough to make you moan into them. He brings one hand to your back, pressing you closer to his body, feeling you fit perfectly against him. The other grabs the back of your head and moves swiftly between you're hair. “Take off your clothes sweetheart” he speaks against you when you give him a segway.

Your hands immediately grab the sides of your shirt and you lift the thin top over your head, tossing it with no care as to where it lands. Bucky pauses to take it all in. God did he adore your body. You start at his lips again as his hands quickly fall to your jeans. You both stand up to make it easier for them to come off.

“God sweetheart” he mumbles pulling the cloth downwards. “Did’ya have this shit tailored onto your body”?

You laugh at his impatience and the way you bite your bottom lip and look up at him through your lashes has him growing frustrated. He finally decides that it’s easier that he just rip them off.

“James!“ you yelp, eyes shot wide. “That was a new pair”.

“Relax” he insists, backing you up to sit on his desk. “After this, I’ll buy you the whole store if you’d like”. And hell does he mean it.

You smile when his lips attach to your neck and hand moves to unclasp your bra. “For now, take off your panties and put these on”.

And you don’t need to be told twice. In no time you’re sat at the edge of his desk, only wearing the dog tags he handed you and the spark in your eyes Bucky loved more than anything.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he speaks mostly to himself as he drinks the sight of you in.

“James. I need you so bad” you whimper, hand grabbing at his tie and pulling him closer.

“I know sweetheart. I know” he reassures, but instead pulling away and lowering himself in between your legs. 

You shiver when you feel his breath on your core. “Gotta make you feel good first”.

You bite your lip in anticipation and then all of a sudden feel his mouth on your cunt. His lips attach to your clit, sucking like everything depends on it, making one of your hands grip the back of his head and lace through his brown locks while the other grabs onto the desk behind you for dear life.

“James fuck!” you moan when you feel his tongue lap up your juices.

His eyes watch for reactions. Watch as your back arches off his desk and hips push closer into him. “Mmm” his hums send the sweetest of vibrations to your core making you hook a leg on his shoulder. He pulls the other one up too knowing that you're not going to be able to support yourself in a bit. “Oh shit! Feels so good…” you trail off when your vision starts to blur and the knot in your stomach starts to tighten.

When seeing you clench around nothing, Bucky thrusts two fingers into you and watches as your head is thrown back again, pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Good girl, just let it all out" he speaks, face detaching from you and coming up to meet your eyes. But you can’t look at him. Not when his fingers are moving in and out of you so fast that you’re seeing stars. His scent of pine and sandalwood fills your nostrils while you can hear him softly chuckling at how fast you’re coming undone by him.

“M’close” you whimper, head falling onto his shoulder. “Fuck please dont stop, m’so close”.

He leans his head against yours and works his fingers faster, bringing his thumb up to circle your clit again. “M’not gonna stop honey. Not until I have you makin a mess all over my fingers”.

That's the final push you need to tip over the edge. Your climax hits you so hard that you bite Bucky’s shoulder to keep yourself from yelling at the top of your fucking lungs. 

“Mmnfgh”!

Bucky moves his hand up and down the back of your head as you come down from your high. “Shhh. I know honey. I know”.

“James” you speak lazily as you loosen your jaw from his shirt. “That was the best I’ve fucking felt in a while”.

He smiles at you, brushing the sweaty hair away from your face. “I’m not done just yet baby. Turn around for me. Wanna be buried so deep inside this cunt that you forget your own name”.

You do as he says, leaning over his desk as he takes off his clothes. When you look over your shoulder Bucky is taking off his tie and loosening it. Next thing you know, he puts your head through the hole and turns it around. “What's this for?” you ask, watching him tighten it just a tad.

“It’s so that I can fuck you like Billy never could”. 

You smile, turning your head back to face the window. 

"Gimme a word honey" Bucky mumbles, hand spreading his pre cum down the rest of his cock.

Your eyes flutter closed when you feel his tip move closer to your entrance, “red.”

“You're so fucking wet baby.” He taunts you before pushing his cock inside you. He waits for a beat, allowing you to adjust to his size. "Gonna start moving now alright"?

"Please" you whisper, mouth hung slightly open.

His hips slowly start moving in and out of you and you whine loudly at the same time that he groans. Bucky relishes the feeling of your warmth around him, grabbing the tie around your neck and pulling slightly so that you're as close to him as possible. Your breath is shaky as you feel him fill you up. He feels so good inside of you and your hand swipes the papers off of his desk.

"Shit honey" he grits through his teeth. "Squeezin' me so good this tight little cunt".

"Keep going, James! Fuck keep going"!

He kisses down your back, smirking when a series of whimpers escape your throat. “Don't worry. I'm not stopping until it's stuck in your head that you're my little cum slut”.

And he's giving it to you like you want it; hard, fast and raw. It's definitely in your head that you're his alone.

You moan as he grabs your boobs and rolls your nipple between his fingers. "Agh so good" you mumble feeling yourself dangerously close to your orgasm. Bucky tugs on the tie harder. "Shhh. I got you honey. I got you".

With a few more thrusts, the knot in your stomach tightens and you fall over the edge. Your legs go limp and your body falls down. Luckily Bucky's arm stops you before you slam onto the wooden desk.

"James!" you scream, coming all over his cock. As you ride out your orgasm, Bucky comes too. You can feel his cock spasm inside of you his body falls on top of yours. With pleasure still coursing through you, you turn around to face him.

"That was fucking amazing," you tell James as you watch him pull up his pants.

He smiles while he buckles his belt, watching you sit down on his desk wearing nothing but his tie and dog tags around your neck. "You look fucking amazing".

For the next few moments, the two of you stare at each other knowing that what just happened was not only going to be a one-time occurrence.

— la fin.

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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.

“Insert motivational quote here”

*slow clap continues and intensifys*👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Can I just say that to this day I still find it so amazing how much this Marvel character is loved.

Bucky fucking Barnes.

His actor has millions of followers, mainly because of his character. Bucky has over one hundred thousand fics (not including the ones on platforms like Tumblr or Wattpad) hundreds of YouTube edits, an entire fucking fandom devoted to him.

It’s interesting because most would say that compared to say, Steve Rogers or Peter Parker, he doesn’t have as enough clout, but let me just paint the picture for you…

Bucky Barnes has over 100k fanfics, millions of fans, hundreds of edits and fan art, a prominent and huge fanbase…all this and:

• He has only ever said 130 words in the entire fucking MCU.

• He has never had more than 40 minutes of screen time in a 20+ movie franchise, and half of that screen time he didn’t even talk.

Honesty if that doesn’t just show how powerful and amazing this character is, then I don’t know what to tell ya.

This boy, right here…

This fucking prince.

He damn well deserves this new tv show. We’re going from 40 minutes of screen time to getting six hours of screen time.

Bucky Barnes deserves it all.

I also wanted to add, for those of you who might think “130 sounds like a lot”, this is what 130 words looks like:

That’s out of 50 hours of screen time.

Our boy did that.

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.