It was hot. Bucky sucked on his popsicle angrily, sulking under an umbrella. He wore his t-shirt even in the blazing heat. Bucky grimaced at the cloth sticking to his skin, pulling at the fabric with a huff. He didn’t want to run around shirtless when the likes of Steve and Thor were basking in the sun— the golden gods they were.

So Bucky sucked on his popsicle, his fourth one already. He flexed his metal fist, cursing it for being such an eyesore. The assassin was convinced his body had it out for him. Mess of a shoulder, ropey bullet scars, and extra weight he didn’t ask for. Bucky stared down at the soft flesh adorning his midsection, visible under the thin shirt. His lips twisted into a frown.

Hydra had royally fucked his metabolism up, serum or not. Now under a plethora of mood stabilizers and Bucky looked like a damn chipmunk hoarding up for the winter. His girlfriend thought it was cute, cooing and pinching his hip. Bucky did not think it was cute. He’d never been like this in his over-extended life. Soft.

He’d held thick muscle since the serum and kept that up at least. The brunette worked out religiously to rid himself of that extra pudge. Now he was jacked with the stupid layer over it. Bucky felt like a bulky damn lummox. Therefore if he was going to sweat to death by the pool, so be it.

Bucky’s icy eyes flickered to his girl playing around with Thor in the water. She giggled and batted at the god while he picked her tiny frame up. The brunette’s eye twitched while gripping his popsicle stick until it crushed. His girlfriend was too cute for her own good. Dammit. He exhaled sharply, dropping the remnants of the popsicle stick.

“Are you going to drill holes in Thor with your mind or get in the pool?”

Bucky glared at his oldest friend. Steve smiled down softly, big hands on his waspy waist. He grumbled, “I’m fine. Punk.” The blonde teased, “That’s why your shirt is soaked then huh? Go get in the water!”

Bucky stayed put with a look that could freeze over hell. Except he was burning up.

The Captain waved a hand, “You’re making me miserable looking at ya.”

“Nope,” Bucky shot back, popping the ‘p’.

Steve sighed and dove into the huge pool. Bucky pouted efficiently from the sidelines. Thor had his stupid blonde hair, stupid white teeth, and stupid washboard abs. His girlfriend appeared in his line of sight, her brows knitted in concern. Bucky attempted not to stare at her tits— nipples peaked under her blue strappy bikini.

She hummed, studying him with those too-sharp eyes. After a long pause, she spoke “I can feel you drowning in self-pity over here. Why don’t you get in babe?”

He was now staring at her tits, he didn’t care, not really. Bucky shrugged, “You have fun baby, I’m fine over here. Thor is waiting.” She narrowed her eyes at him, pushing back damp hair. Bucky licked his lips, holding the woman’s glare.

In a swift motion, she launched onto the concrete.

Bucky swallowed as she walked towards him, droplets running down her tight body. He took in the view, getting lost in it to be truthful. He could watch her all day and sometimes would. The assassin grunted as she plopped onto his lazily spread thighs, soaking the front of his shirt further.

Bucky’s hands tightened on her waist as he hissed “What was that for?”

The coolness of her skin against felt fucking good. Bucky willed himself not to pop wood in front of the few teammates milling around. His girl leaned over, breasts about to spill over the blue fabric. She pressed against his chest looking like the cat that got the damn cream. She simpered, “Buck, c’mon, you know no one around here cares. You’re perfect.”

Bucky snorted, “To you, maybe.”

She frowned and lightly slapped at his shoulder, lips poked out. Bucky hated when the pretty thing pouted— he somehow would end up doing what she wanted in the first place.

Every. Single. Time.

She ran a finger down his chest, big eyes begging, “Get in the pool, please? You look so upset over here and that makes me sad.”

Once again Bucky lost to her feminine wiles, groaning out a strained ‘fine’. Her mouth split into a toothy smile, cheering, “Good!” He rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. Sometimes Bucky forgot she was about ten years his junior. If one took off the cryogenically frozen periods. She kissed his cheek before crawling off and getting back into the water, eyes eagerly flickering to the side.

Bucky hauled himself up and reluctantly peeled off his damp shirt, pale skin and soft parts revealed. He willed himself not to slink away or curse anyone who looked. Steve wolf-whistled, sending an embarrassed flush across the brunette’s full cheeks. He barked, “Knock it off Rogers!”

Sam seemed to have ESP for people flustering Bucky. He shouted from the grill, “Looking good my man! Whole slab of beef!” Bucky was convinced he was going to self-combust, sliding into the water to cover himself up. His girlfriend snickered when Bucky resurfaced from his shame dive, splashing his face.

He frowned down at her, the spitfire raising a brow in challenge. Bucky slung her over a thick shoulder, hand across the backs of her thighs. She laughed and kicked, playfully squirming. Bucky had half a mind to leave a mark on her ass, show the Asgardian who she really belonged to. In a beat, she stopped thrashing and murmured, “If you do not stop being jeal-“

The assassin cut her off when he dunked under the water. She spluttered and cursed at him, Bucky let out an amused laugh.

“Sorry sweetness, what were you saying?”

“Put me down or I’m ripping your hair out,” she huffed. He chuckled and slowly let the angry Avenger down. She shook her head, flicking the sensitive skin below his belly button. Bucky winced and gaped petulantly— poorly tried to block out the feeling of jiggle. The woman latched back onto him, pressing a feathery kiss to his bearded jaw. With a dirty smirk, spirits lifted, Bucky led them to the shelf in the deep end of the pool.

Sitting back, Bucky groped at her ass under the water, earning a squawk and another weak slap in return. She whispered angrily, “Stop that! Not in public.” Bucky grinned unapologetically, eyes flickering to her perky chest. He gave a half-ass apology, saccharine sweet, “Sorry baby, you’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself.”

Stark and Romanov approached the pool, Tony lowering his sunglasses at the pair. Stark sipped his drink and loudly observed, “Horndogs at it again. Barnes, you’re a nasty old man, you know that?”

Sam sniped, “They call him Bucknasty for a reason!”

Bucky’s temples throbbed with annoyance. He shouted at Sam immediately “No one calls me that but you!” Steve was howling with laughter, hand slapping his chest, even Thor smiled in confusion. She turned and grinned at Tony, “It’s fine, he can be my nasty old man.” Buck hummed in content as he gave her hip a squeeze. Stark pretended to gag and situated himself in a lounge chair far away. Natasha’s lips quirked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

As they left he rumbled quietly, “I’ll show you nasty if you keep it up acting like that in my lap.”

Buck smiled when she inhaled sharply, shit-eating grin falling from her face. Bucky lecherously grabbed another handful of ass, eyes lidded. Her voice quavered when she weakly replied, “Very funny Buck, I said not in front of everyone.” His eyes darted down to her heaving chest, those tits about to make his mouth water.

“I’m not being funny. Seeing you getting flipped around by the blondes has me feeling…some type of way.”

Bucky was proud of his updated lingo, courtesy of the trembling thing in front of him. She huffed quietly, squirming on his thick thighs. “Jesus Christ, they’re all going to know when we both leave.”

“I think Clint complaining about us being loud all the time lets the team know what the deal is,” he smoothly pointed out.

She gave him another sharp look, climbing out of the pool. Bucky watched, hands clenched on nothing. Now he had to walk in front of everyone without a safety blanket again. Bucky briskly got out after her, keeping his eyes focused ahead. Tony complimented, “Looking yoked there Barnes, trying to bulk right now?”

Bucky wanted to hiss at the billionaire like a feral cat. He felt like he’d been bulking for months. Just not allowed to cut— so sayeth the metabolism. He grabbed a towel and threw it around broad shoulders, annoyed with how his belly was on display. She was toweling her hair off.

“C’mon then you beast,” she huffed, heated eyes peering up.

“Beast?” He echoed, his frown curling into a grin.

Bucky shrugged before he hauled her up again. She let out a cute yelp, eyes going wide, face heating up. He snatched his sweaty shirt up and carried her to the elevator. As Bucky carried his girl through the compound he tried not to laugh at her complaining— offset by needy squirming.

“Do you always have to carry me around like a caveman when you get jealous?”

Bucky grunted in agreement, thumbing at the soft skin of her thighs. She shivered and gave a pointed little eye-roll.

She murmured, “You do know I only think about you. Only you. All the time.” Bucky couldn’t help but let his heart skip a beat. Still, he whinged, “I don’t know why when there are all these hot guys hanging around.” His girlfriend scoffed and rolled her pretty eyes. She patiently waited on the walk, a quiet ride up the elevator, and the remainder of the trip to his rooms.

Deposited on the bed she informed Bucky, “No matter how many times you shrug it off, I think you’re really hot. I like a little fluff on my men.” The brunette shook his head, crawling onto the covers.

He muttered, “I don’t. I follow you around like some goddamn oaf.”

She pinched his cheek, groaning in exasperation, “You’re a little soft and I happen to enjoy you fucking me into the bed. Stubborn as a damn mule.” Bucky’s dick twitched at her words, grabbing an ankle to pull her closer. She continued matter-of-factly, “It’s also nice to have my big scary man behind me. It turns me on.”

Bucky stared at her, face set in suspicion. She ran a hand down his side, finishing its path at the laces of his swim trunks. Her face was adorably set in determination as deft hands untied the shorts. The assassin groaned low in his throat as she pulled the waistband down, exposing his aching cock. She grinned, eyes dark as Bucky climbed out of them and threw the shorts across the room.

Bucky eyed her up, watching her shift with excitement at his dark gaze. He gently positioned himself between her legs, cautiously keeping his weight off to her chagrin. Bucky sealed his watering mouth over a covered nipple and greedily sucked, blue eyes hazy under dark lashes. She whined and flexed under him, thighs wrapped around his hips.

“Ah! Buck!”

Her long lashes fluttered when his other hand untied the strings on the top. Bucky yanked off the flimsy fabric, whistling lowly at her full tits. He nipped and flicked his tongue on a peaked bud, tweaked the other with his flesh hand. She cried out and rutted up against his flushed cock. Bucky groaned at the feeling, eyes closed as he continued to lavish attention on her.

Bucky blinked his eyes open when he realized she was also untying her bottoms with shaky hands. He pulled off a nipple and teased, a smug grin on his face, “That needy for it, huh?” She yanked off the fabric with a nibble at his jaw. Bucky would purr in contentment if he could. Until the nip at the flesh under his chin— which granted he always had but still didn’t appreciate it.

He grimaced and gave her ass a light swat. She mused, “You’re so hot. Honestly. I wish you would believe me Buck.” The assassin ignored her comment, instead sucking marks on her collarbone. She writhed underneath him, the wetness of her core sliding against him. His pretty girl whimpered, “C’mon and fuck me, please daddy.” Bucky leaned into one of her hands cradling his cheeks, not yet registering with her words.

Wait.

Bucky almost exploded, came back, just to explode again into a puddle of goo. She wanted to play like that today? He gripped her hips with a low moan while his blues traveled up the expanse of skin. His girlfriend’s chest expanded with a ragged breath, eyes glazed. Bucky growled, “Y’want me to fuck you? Shouldn’t daddy finger you first?”

Huff. She shook her head no, dragging the molten slick across his need. She begged oh so damn soft, “C’mon daddy please, want to feel it stretch, need you.” Bucky’s eyes rolled in sheer desire, not a second wasted as the blunt head of his cock nudged against her cunt. He slid in with a curse, eyes clenched shut.

She was snug as always around him, Buck groaned as her tight body felt as if it sucked him in. She whimpered, arms tight around his neck and shoulders. She gasped, “S’big, fuck daddy, don’t stop!” Bucky was not going to stop unless he magically disappeared.

He braced an arm beside her pretty flushed face to get leverage. With a lewd smack, Bucky clapped his hips into her. Grinned when he heard the wanton whine. The brunette pulled back to give another roll of his hips, moaning low and soft. He got into the rhythm he knew she liked— slow but forceful. Bucky smiled down and cooed, his metal fingers rubbing her trembling thigh.

“You’re so pretty baby girl, taking me so well,” Bucky emphasized as he fucked up into her. She clawed at his shoulders, pressed sloppy kisses to his throat. Wide eyes met his, a playful gleam as she breathed, “No you’re pretty.” Bucky narrowed his eyes, apparently, his girl wanted to be a little shit.

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me- shit! Daddy,” she cried out with a smile, “Compliment you!” Bucky picked her legs up and hiked them higher, driving his hips up into that silky-soft spot. He grunted in pleasure as she arched and yanked at his hair, mouth hung open with punched out ‘ah’s’.

Bucky rumbled, “I don’t like it- fuck you’re hah- tight- because it’s exaggerated!” He panted with exertion now, lost in the telltale slaps of skin echoing. The petite Avenger under him whimpered when Bucky hit her most tender spot dead on, and pretty tears pricked her eyes. Bucky kissed a droplet, murmured sweet nothings.

“Keep fucking me daddy, I’m gonna ngh- cum,” she babbled. Bucky urged, “Yeah babydoll, want you to, c’mon need it bad sweetheart.” He thumbed around her clit, breathed into her lax mouth, swallowed up those broken keens. She sobbed his name into the kiss, nails helplessly dug into his warm skin. Bucky shuddered when she clamped down on him with a little cry. Bucky’s eyes rolled up at the pulse and gush of slick. He fucked her through the orgasm as he chased his own.

His baby’s loud keens turn into little whimpers as he thrusts into her tight body. She quavered, “In me please, c’mon daddy…” The woman nipped along his jaw again, heels rubbing at his ass. Bucky felt his lower belly tighten, and a swirling fog purely driven by need gathered in his brain. He growled, “I’m gonna fill that sweet pussy up, you want that from Daddy, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Ask and one shall receive.

Bucky felt his balls draw up and he came with a rather slutty groan. He drooled onto her neck, gasped through the brunt of his body emptying into her molten heat. She cooed, “Oh, so good, ah thank you Daddy.” Bucky collapsed halfway onto his girlfriend, firmly snug inside.

She rubbed her shaky hand across his bloodied shoulders, serumed body already busy knitting the claw marks back up. Bucky simply breathed, unable to come up with intelligent words. He reckoned his brain probably shot out of his dick. Meanwhile, the little minx caressed his, ugh, love handles.

Bucky groaned, “Stop it.”

She retracted the touch and rasped, throat bruised from all that carrying on, “One day I’m going to convince you Buck. Perfect as you are.”

Bucky snorted, “We’ll see about that.” He softened at her lithe hands pushing his sweaty hair back, grinning like he’d hung the moon. He murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.”