𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄

Summary: Your new gym comes with a few perks. Heated swimming pool, sauna, and your very own personal trainer. Bucky Barnes. And he has the best way of making sure you work up a sweat.

Pairing: MMA!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Smut, size kink, belly bulge, choking, praise kink and hint of breeding kink, beefy Bucky.

A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog.

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Good for one free personal training session.

The neatly handwritten words stare up at you.

A thin ribbon of blue ink smeared across the words from where he circled the word personal.

Putting the corners of the thin white card between your fingers, you spin it to the front. Brooklyn’s 107th Gym embossed in bold black lettering above a pair of red and blue boxing gloves.

Steve G. Rogers and J. Bucky Barnes inscribed in fine black lettering.

You trace your finger over the latter’s name.

Bucky Barnes.

He’s been starring in your dreams ever since you walked into his gym a few weeks ago. And after you discovered a few videos of his fights, demonstrating his sheer strength and agility, he’s the reason your favorite vibrator has been getting more of a workout than you have.

Turning the card back over, you blow a shaky breath through your lips.

Good for one free personal training session.

And you wonder just how personalized it will be.

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 as 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒/𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 as 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒/𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀

Bucky in Thunderbolts* (2025) Steve in Infinity War (2018)

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Your mobster is willing to negotiate for the return of some very incriminating photos.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Semi-public smut•outdoor sex•oral (fem receiving)•slight cum play•hint of a breeding kink•chase kink•choking kink•knife play•dom/sub vibes•overstimulation.

𝘈.𝘕.:Beta’d by the wonderful @lunarbuck and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming.

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↬Part of the Bumblebee Series.

“Give me the camera, Malyshka,” Bucky growls softly, his sharp blue eyes narrowing.

No, you don’t think you will. You are enjoying yourself way much to hand it over.

You caught the mobster in the middle of an outdoor princess tea party. When he had stepped out of his office for a quick break, Bumblebee, your toddler, was waiting for him. She declared her Papa a prince, slapped one of her crowns on his head, and told him it was time for a party. He let himself be pulled away from his territory disputes and out to the backyard.

Now he’s surrounded by Daisy, Mr. Tato, and a sleepy Bumblebee. She’s crashing from an apple juice and cupcake-induced sugar high. Her little body slumping over in her rose gold chair, sprinkled-covered mouth open in a drowsy smile, cheek pressed to the table barely able to muster up the energy to let out the Hi mommy, her bright pink shirt riding up, exposing her chubby belly.

She’s the cutest little drunk you’ve ever seen.

And sitting across from her is your handsome prince.

His large body appears even more massive than usual in the tiny chair he somehow managed to squeeze into, his knees jammed up to his chest, the pink and gold teacup comically small in his hands.

You defiantly raise the camera again and snap another picture. “I think Steve will like this one,” you smirk as the bright flash fades.

“I’m warning you,” he murmurs in a darkening tone, gracefully raising from the seat causing it to tumble on its side. 

Your eyes flick over to your toddler, now fully asleep with a cupcake squished in her hand. It should be illegal to be that cute. Your gaze slowly travels back to your husband.

“Am I supposed to be scared of you, James?” The emphasis on his name makes his brow arch. The simple act is sexier than it should be. “Tell me, what are you going to do, hmm?”

It could be that he has you so far gone that everything he does is sexier than it should be.