Living with Bucky wasn't easy, not just from the fact that he would leave his boots in the middle of the floor or not hang up his leather kutte on the hook that was right beside the door. But because of how rowdy he'd be late at night when he'd have other club members over.

Though, there were certain aspects that made living in the same apartment as him enjoyable.

Even if he did do things on purpose to annoy you, he'd make up for it in the best way possible. To him, seeing you riled up gave him a reason to bend you over the nearest surface and bury himself in you.

His excuse always being; "You're hot when you're mad at me."

Not that you didn't find Bucky obnoxiously attractive and his stamina the highest you'd encountered- He was over six feet of smooth skin and muscle mashed with metal, with sharp features and the most piercing slate blue eyes you'd seen. Who wouldn't be attracted to him?

But, he was someone who found sex as a way to release feelings he didn't know how to deal with.

Some nights he'd come back from a late night club meeting or his bar, stress settled in his tense muscles after some kind of bad news as he made his way to your bed to wake you up with soft touches and mutters.

Telling you how he'd do all of the work, he just needed you. Not some girl from his bar, or an ex-hook up. Just you.

It made you feel special in a way, but then you'd remember that the two of you could hardly get along, unless it was during sex or eating together quietly.

There were rare times when you would tell him no so, he'd shuffle off into a cold shower to deal with it himself. But, on the other nights where you'd agree, he'd move your underwear to the side and bend your leg so he had a better angle before easing into you.

Keeping the pace slow and deep, grinding into you as he made sure the marks he left on your shoulder were light and elicited breathy sounds from you.

Mumbling how well you're doing, and how good you made him feel, amongst other things against your ear between groans and pants. Each slide against your velvety walls slowly bringing you to a breathless orgasm before he'd find his own, slipping out of your bed and going back to his.

None of it had been planned, not even him moving in with you months before. He'd overheard you talking to Wanda about needing to find a roommate after a bad breakup, and told you he was looking to move out of the motel room he had been living in.

Two months in, there was something that snapped in both of you during an argument about how loud he was being a morning after he had some of his friends over, that had clothes coming off and hands wandering bodies. Until you were lifted onto the kitchen counter, Bucky's hips snapping into yours at a relentless pace like he'd never get enough.

After that, every time an argument would start, even just a bicker, it'd end in lust filled apologies for you over reacting or for him doing something he knew would piss you off.

Which is why Bucky knew what was going to happen as he leaned his shoulder against the door frame to your room.

"Got some people coming over. You gonna drink with us?" He asked, watching as you put folded clothes into a drawer. "Nope." You said, shaking your head. "C'mon, thought we had fun last time."

Rolling your eyes, you shut the drawer after the last pair of pants were inside. "I still think you and your friends are irritating." You stated, moving the now empty basket back to its spot beside the door.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh and popped the button of his jeans open. "Pants off." He smirked, stepping further into the room. "What?" You laughed, watching as his metal fingers pulled the zipper down, igniting the fire in your veins with each step closer. "You heard me, pretty girl."

Clothes were discarded in a haste before you were scooting your way up towards the head of your bed, Bucky clicking his tongue. "Oh, no, no. Come down here."

His metal fingers wrapped around your ankle, a soft yelp erupting from your lips when he tugged you back down the bed. "Wanna taste you."

The sinful look in his eyes as he kneeled between your legs is what got you every time, a whimper falling from your lips as his tongue went flat against your slit.

Starting with gentle, languid licks, Bucky worked up to sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. Two long, thick fingers stroking the sweet spot just inside your cunt as he pulled you apart again and again, fisting over himself with his metal hand.

He could stay like that for hours, your legs hiked over his shoulders and trembling thighs closing in on his head as you scratched at his scalp. Nearly sobbing for him not to stop as your hips rocked against his mouth, the most vulgar sounds leaving your pretty lips.

"Taste so fucking good, sweet girl." Bucky groaned when he leaned away, focusing the pump of his hand on his swollen tip as he curled his fingers against your spasming walls. Bringing you to another high that had you chanting his name mixed with some curses like it was the only thing you knew.

Removing his fingers once you've rode the afterglow, he pressed your legs further apart, lapping up your release with a pleased moan before his eyes met the bright orange numbers on your alarm clock.

"Fuck, they're gonna be here any minute. Gotta make this quick." He mumbled, smirking when you huffed a breath. "Oh, don't be greedy." He chuckled, looking over his handy work as he bent his body over yours.

Bucky placed a sloppy kiss to your mouth before moving away. "Turn over." His husky voice made you shiver, listening to what he said.

You squeaked slightly when he pulled your hips up, snapping his hips into yours to fully sheath himself in one movement. A cry of his name falling from your lips as you gripped the sheet under you.

"That's it, babydoll. Feel you startin' to milk me already." He grunted, metal hand grabbing your wrist gently and pinning your arm behind your back.

The feverish pace made your mind go fuzzy, unable to do anything other than let wanton moans spill from your mouth over the salacious sound of skin slapping together and Bucky's guttural sounds that added to the fire burning in your belly.

You could picture the way he looked behind you, chest shiny with the thin layer of sweat and tinted red, jaw slack with his gaze casted down to watch the way you stretched around him as he filled you to the brim.

Ruining the thought of anyone else ever making you feel as full as he did.

"Fuck- fuck- shit-" you gasped out, white hot pleasure searing through your veins and whiting out your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Don't pass out, baby. You can take it, I know you can- Fuck-" Bucky huffed before his hips stilled against yours and his grip on you tightened. A long, low moan pulling from his chest as his cock throbbed against your spasming walls, ropes of thick release spilling into you.

His hold loosened again and he slipped out of you with a pleased sigh, letting your sore hips relax into the mattress. Every nerve ending tingling with the afterglow as he pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder and gave a light slap to your backside.

"Fuckin' perfect, sweetheart."

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Bucky craned his neck to look down the hallway when he heard the bathroom door open over the movie that was playing. Seeing you walk across the hall with one of the plush grey towels wrapped around your body.

"You've got a hot roommate." A club member, Jack, chuckled- earning a harsh nudge to his upper arm. "Don't talk about her like that." Bucky said, keeping his tone level. "Thought there wasn't anything there." Jack mused, raising his eyebrows. "There's not, but that doesn't mean you can eye-fuck my roommate."

Bucky lifted the glass bottle to his lips, eyes flicking to where you were getting in the fridge in a pair of his briefs and one of his t-shirts. Seeing that you'd gotten a beer and were headed back towards the hallway.

"Huh-uh, if you're gonna drink my beer and wear my clothes, you're gonna watch this movie with us. C'mon, sugar." He said, shifting in his seat with a slim smile. "James," you groaned, turning on your heels to look at him. All protests dying on your lips when you saw the gleaming, metal hand reached out towards you over the back of the couch. "Fine."

You went to sit beside him, his arm poking out to stop you and tug you onto his lap. "Y'know, if you're not with Barnes. I'd like a taste." Jack grinned, making you glare at him.

"Hey, that's uncalled for-" Steve started, Bucky's arm tightening around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. "Oh, shut it, Rogers."

"He's right, you see what's going on here. Shut up." Bucky snapped, jaw clenched as he stared at the man next to him. "You're the one who says there isn't anything with you two."

Your heart twisted in your chest at the words that felt like a punch to the gut. You knew that it wasn't like that for Bucky, but you could still hold onto the sliver of hope there would be one day.

Leaning forward to sit your beer on the coffee table, you huffed out a breath and pried Bucky's arm from around you. "Enjoy your circle jerk, I'm going to bed."

"Sweets, wait-" his hand grabbed for your wrist and you moved it away from his reach. Bucky huffing a breath and shooting a look at Jack. "See? You pissed her off. No wonder you don't have a girl." He grumbled, pushing up from his seat. "You're single, too, Barnes."

"Shut it. You might wanna turn the volume up." Bucky said with a sigh, not knowing if it'd be because of an argument or something else. "Make it snappy." Sam teased with a chuckle. "Give her a kiss for me!"

He chose to ignore the comment from Jack as he walked down the hall to your door, you standing beside your bed on your phone.

"Come back out there with me." He said softly, pushing the door shut behind him. Your hands fell to your sides as you turned to look at him. "No, James. I'm sick of your stupid fucking friends and sick of you always being so fucking-"

You were cut off by his lips slotting over yours, melting into the rough, messy kiss as his warm and cold hands held your cheeks before slapping his chest lightly and pulling away.

"Hey!" You said, trying to still sound mad as you glared up at him. His nimble fingers making quick work to his belt. "Gonna take care of that attitude, dollface."

Within seconds his pants were kicked off with your help to jerk them down his legs and your back met the mattress for the second time that day- the briefs you were wearing being tugged down your legs in a haste. Bucky's lips crashing back to yours as his hand fumbled to line himself up to your already slick folds, the need to have you stretching around him so overwhelming he could barely think.

Your bottom lip knock the tip of Bucky's nose when your head tipped back in a moan from the sudden intrusion. "There ya go, like that sound much better." He panted rutting his hips into yours at a quick, rough pace, shoving the shirt you were wearing up to bare your chest to him.

His shirt was clasped tightly in your fists, biting back any loud sounds to avoid disturbing the people down the hall in the living room.

Bucky had other plans though, the comments to you made his blood boil and he had a point to prove. It was his name that passed your lips, his skin that you'd mark with your nails and teeth as he pounded into you. "You can be louder than that."

"Your friends-" A sharp gasp stopped you when his hand slipped between your bodies, fingers flicking and pinching your sensitive bud with the punishing thrusts. "Fuck 'em."

The heels of your feet dug into his tailbone, hips bucking with his pace as the coil in your core tightened, threatening to snap with each vulgar sound Bucky made and elicited from you.

You tried to tilt your head back into the mattress in attempt to strain the cry of his name when your orgasm crashed into you, his lips latching to the column of your neck to suck a mark into the skin.

Bucky wasn't far behind you, grinding his hips against you to push as deep as he could to, filling you with spurts of his spend. "Fucking hell, I'll never get tired of the sounds you make for me." He panted, nipping at your nipple as he moved off of you.

"You gonna come back out, now?" He said, grabbing his jeans from the floor to pull them back on. "Mhm," you hummed in response, sitting up to take the briefs Bucky held in his hand.

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The next morning you decided on something you had been contemplating for days.

Going to the kitchen to stand on the other side of the counter, across from where Bucky was standing as he drank his coffee.

Inhaling a deep breath, you leaned your hands on the cheap laminated surface, Bucky wetting his lips as he looked at you. "I'm moving out. Wanda called me a few days ago and said her old roommate moved out if I wanted to live with her."

It hurt to do, but it hurt even more to stay. Knowing that the things that happened between you and him, meant more to you.

Bucky sat his mug on the counter, brows knitted together as he shook his head. "No- no, you're not." He said calmly, expression blank. "Yes, I am." You nodded, pressing your lips together.

"No!" He said in a more stern tone, leaning his hands on the edge of the counter. "Why not?" You said, tilting your head to the side. Bucky taken back by the question he had the answer to, but didn't want to say. "Huh?"

"Why don't you want me to move out? Why do you want to keep me here so fucking bad, if all I am to you is an outlet!" You were almost screaming at him, hands gesturing wildly. "Because, I wanna be with you, you fucking idiot!" He boomed.

"Yeah, right." You scoffed, shaking your head at him. He let out a long exhale, running the cool metal of his hand down his face. "You think I fuck you just to do it, don't you? You tell yourself this is all some game, but you know you wanna be with me just as bad!"

Sighing, you pushed away from the counter. "I don't even know what to say to you half of the time, because I never know if you're serious." You stated with a dry laugh.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Think about it for a second- when's the last time I brought another girl here or left with one?"

"We agreed that if one of us slept with someone else, we wouldn't have sex anymore." You shrugged, furrowing your eyebrows. "Fucking exactly! I don't do that shit! I don't make deals, I sleep with someone and decide later if I wanna do it again."

Bucky was getting nervous, his heart thumping against his chest at the thought that you were actually leaving. You were one of the few permanent things he felt he had, one of the safe feeling things he had.

Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he took a deep, calming breath before looking at you again. "You don't look at me like I'm some freak when you see me naked. You- it's like you see me with two arms that are... me."

The lines in your forehead softened, your heart clenching in your chest. "Because they are you, Buck." You said softly. He rolled his eyes and breathed a dry laugh. "Yeah, okay."

Huffing out a breath, you tipped your head back to look at the ceiling. "What are you trying to say?" You looked back to him, you had to hear it again before you'd believe it. "I already said it. I want to be with you, I want to try to have something more than just sex."

You narrowed your eyes at his even expression, thinking it over for a second. "Okay."

Bucky's shoulders relax a little, features softening. "What?" He breathed. He was ready to have to bicker about it with you, not for it to be so easy.

"You wanna try, we'll try."

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Something in Bucky changed after the agreement to try a relationship. Your stuff moved into his room, he stopped leaving boots and clothes laying in the floor, and would keep a level noise when his friends would come over. Always making sure to have you in his lap the entire night.

Over the couple of months since that morning, the kisses became more frequent, sex became slower, and it was your turn to jump on him every chance you saw fit.

As you made your way to the kitchen from the shared bedroom, the sight of Bucky in only his briefs making coffee made a smile spread on your face. Padding over to him and wrapping your arms around his thick waist, your cheek pressed to his firm back.

"'Bout time you get up." He teased with a light chuckle, a gentle kiss place on the spot where metal met flesh sending goosebumps across his skin. "What are you doing, sugar?" He hummed, muscles on his abdomen tensing as your fingertips grazed along the elastic band of his underwear.

"Nothing, what are you doing?" You said, Bucky sucking in a sharp breath when your hand dipped into the front of the fabric. Clearing his throat as you palmed him. "Jus' making some coffee."

He turned to face you and leaned down to catch your lips in his, groaning softly into your mouth as he lifted your shirt up. Breaking away long enough to pull the fabric off over your head.

"The counter is right there." He chuckled against your lips as you pulled him with you to the cheap tile floor. "Oh, well."

Shifting around until clothes were discarded and you straddled Bucky's hips, his hands guided you down on him. Soft moans and pants filling the air as you swiveled your hips, metal and flesh hands groping at your breasts.

Your fingers curled into the taut muscles of his chest when he rolled his hips up, his head tipping back in a groan when your walls fluttered around him. "Doing so good for me, sweet girl."

Buck sat up and had you lean back enough for him to nuzzle his face in the spot between your breasts, facial hair scratching your skin as he bit a light mark to the spot.

Trailing wet kisses up your chest and neck, reveling in the warmth of your walls and feeling of you clenching around him with your impeding orgasm.

The cold tile doing nothing to help the thin layer of sweat that coated his hot skin as he locked his lips back to yours. Arm wrapping around your back to hold you close as he thrusted into you best he could from the position, your hips rocking against him at a steady pace.

Everything was perfect for him, he didn't have worries of what his future would hold anymore. As long as you were there, he didn't give a damn about anything else.

His hand moved to hold the back of your head, peppering kisses to your parted lips as you rode through the afterglow, the muscles of his stomach and thighs tensing and face scrunching in pleasure as his own crashed into him.

"Love you, babygirl. Love you, so fucking much." He panted, the words taking even him by surprise as they tumbled out, mind fogging over for a second as streams of release painted your walls.

Peaking your eyes open to see his hooded blues, you lifted your hands to craddle his jaw. Hot breaths mixing together and noses brushing.

"I love you, Buck."

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“Sorry about Steve. A contractor they hired has massive slippage and he’s off schedule,” Ella speaks after seeing your face turned over the kitchen’s direction. She shakes her head and goes back to highlighting the book in front of her, “He left the office early to prepare for your stay this weekend but it seems like we’ll be eating take out if that continues.”

You laugh low and awkward, not even noticing that you’ve been staring long enough for her to catch you. Her words register late.

“Wait, what do you mean prepare for my stay? I don’t want to impose, El.” you lean forward on the table and whisper to Ella.

She shrugs, nose still buried in the book. “He wants to impress you or whatever so you can keep being my friend. Says you’re a good influence on me.” She scrunches her nose and looks at you, “I know he sounds like he’s about to murder someone right now and we fight a lot, but Steve’s really a teddy bear. And you’re the only friend I have that has his seal of approval.”

Before you could prod further for more information, Ella gets distracted by text messages on her phone.

“What chapter you on?” she asks distractedly, typing quickly on the keypad.

“Uhhh, not even halfway done with the coverage. Why?”

“Willow just texted, she’s picking us up to go to a party at a lake house. We have three minutes to change into a swimsuit.” She informs you while she pushes her chair backward giddily.

“El, no! I have two papers to submit by Sunday aside from preparing for the summary assessments. We can’t!” you shake your head, mentally trying to calculate the remaining time for you to prepare. Your friend drops her shoulders and sighs, sporting a pout.

“Fine. You go.” You tell her and slump down on your seat. You couldn’t afford to waste time, even if it’s for fun and on a weekend. Too much was at stake. “I’ll stay here and finish up reading. One of us has to have notes for the exam.”

You smile at her teasingly and she responds with a huge grin. She squeals and goes over to your side of the table to squeeze you in a hug.

“I love you and I owe you and I will be forever in your debt!” Ella places a loud and sloppy kiss on your forehead before haphazardly putting her study materials away. “Steve! I’m going out! Be back late later!”

Her stepfather looks your direction with a questioning brow but Ella was out of the door before he could inquire. As soon as the front door slammed shut, he was back on his call and you were back to keeping your legs together.

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By the time you grew tired of reading your stomach was already making weird noises. Steve had abandoned the kitchen and moved into his office to take calls. His low voice reverberates throughout the first floor and you couldn’t help but keep trying to steal more looks at him through his open door.

You pad to the kitchen quietly as you pass his door, hoping not to disturb him and his work. The vast kitchen looked like it got ordered straight out of Architecture Digest, a big contrast to your crammed apartment back in the city. It was going to take you at least an hour to finish rummaging all the cabinets just to find even some granola bars.

“The good snacks are on the top shelf,” you gasp and jump at the sudden presence behind you, clutching at your chest. You giggle briefly finding it funny how you reacted like a thief instead of a guest. “Here, let me get them for you.”

You tried to get out of the way so your host could grab them above you but he had beat you to it. Steve encloses you against the cold counter, your stomach pressing on the linoleum as his chest bars your back. The size and length of him, towering behind you draws a shudder from your whole being. He presses you further in as he reaches for items above your head, his warmth radiating on your back.

Your mistake lands when you turn your head to look back at him. Your eyes meet and his the usual sea-colored eyes were replaced with a storm, brewing and waiting to sink you in them. Steve moves slow, deliberate, and calculating. He places the items in front of you, leaning down and brushing your skin as his arms pass you own. His smell now registers into your nostrils and gets embedded in your brain; cedar, vanilla, citrus—arousal, lust.

“Here ya go, angel.” He whispers right next to your ear, lips brushing along your ear shell. You shudder again, biting your lip to contain a moan inside that’s threatening to jump out. But before you could do anything stupid, Steve is gone from the kitchen. Your body is back to being cold and you release the breath you’ve been holding in.

Fuck. You whisper as you lean on the counter, knees wobbly from what just occurred.

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You haven’t noticed how the sun had already set outside until you got a message from Ella, sending you a video of the sunset from above the lake along with her singing along to some song with another girl who you assumed was Willow. She was obviously drunk and having fun. You shake your head and type in a reply, telling her to be careful and take a shot on your behalf.

The doorbell rings as you try to re-read the last paragraph of your book. You’ve been reading it over and over, not really absorbing the words or what they meant. You move to stand to get the door when Steve emerges from the stairs in house clothes—a very tight shirt, emphasizing what lay underneath, and a form fitting sweats that highlighted his big, plump behind—telling you he’s got it.

You sit back down on the table, closing your eyes to regain some composure from what you had just seen. But all it did was scorch your eyelids of the images of his body and how his ass would feel in your palms, how he would react if you could bite on them like a peach. Shit. Abort, that was not helping cull the growing need in between your thighs. Why were you so horny today? And for your friend’s dad?

Stepdad. Your brain supplies. Like all those porn categories.

“No!” you involuntarily cry out, squeezing your eyes to shoo the voice away.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, angel.” You open your eyes to Steve standing from the opposite side of the dining table. He’s unloading take out from a paper bag with an empathetic smile, “Not understanding a college class ain’t the end of the world. Trust me, I failed two classes and I turned out fine.”

Your eyes rove from his agile hands, to his veiny arms and bulging biceps, up until your eyes land on his face. He looked way too good just to be standing here in this house. He should be on display at the Louvre, like David. Or The Thinker. All in their glory.

“Maybe my cream in you will help?”

“Excuse me?” you blink twice, three times.

“Cream of mushroom soup? And some garlic bread with your Arabiata? That all right for dinner?” he moves to the kitchen to get some plates and utensils while you stare at him with wide eyes. You’re mum as he navigates through everything flawlessly, “Maybe some food in you will help? I lost track of time, I can’t believe it’s already dinner. I’m sorry for being a terrible host.”

“Uhh, no. Not really,” you clear your throat. Your mind was playing tricks on you. You needed water to drown out the horny monster inside you, “I mean you’re doing great—I’m fine, really.”

He smiles at you kindly, chuckling at your flustered answer. You bite your lip, embarrassed at your babbling. He must think of you as some dumb kid not even good enough to speak out full coherent sentences.

“Well, to make up for it. I’ll fill you right up. You’ll be my little creampie. Stuffed to the brim.”

Huh? You cross your legs. What did you just hear? Why was it suddenly three hundred degrees in here?

“You like it don’t you? Cream pie was the only dessert available at the restaurant that travels well.” He asks innocently enough, finished with arranging the food on his side of the table.

“Uhuh,” smart! How very genius like of you. It is very great to have a brain like yours.

Steve pulls out a chair and gestures for you to take it. You swallow hard and stand, rounding up to his side. You take the seat and he pushes the chair to tuck you in, hands rubbing your shoulders briefly before he takes his own seat beside you. As he sits, his bulky thighs touch your own, knees alongside each other’s.

He smiles at you again, putting food on your plate, then his. You thank him silently and dig in. For a bit, no one says anything and the house echoes only with the sound of the dinnerware. You were painfully aware of his presence beside you. Even with food in your mouth, your brain hasn’t stopped lusting over him. Stealing glances at his hands holding silverware, his thick fingers curling and flexing.

“Want a taste?” you’ve been caught staring at his digits, they grip the fork tight and you stutter, shaking your head quickly. You look up at his face and catch him licking his lips, darkened irises surveying you, “You barely touched your food. Maybe you’ll like mine better.”

You protest again but his for is now lifted and hovering before your mouth. You feel small, childish even, having what seemed to be the god’s finest specimen on earth placed before you, wanting to feed you. Your stomach does a flip, you had no appetite for food as your hunger revolves around something else.

“Go on. Open your mouth, angel.” He nods and you oblige, opening your mouth for him obediently. Your lips enclose around his fork, your tongue grazing under the silverware for the creamy pasta he just offered you.

You moan involuntarily as you savor the sauce. It really was better than yours. You close your eyes and sigh in satisfaction, chewing happily. When you open your eyes, Steve is still observing you and you freeze for a moment. He wets his lips as his eyes glance down at your own. He smiles and wipes sauce from its corner with his thumb, slow, heavy and warm. When he’s satisfied he licks his thumb as well, tongue darting out to clean it thoroughly, a popping sound when he finishes. You’re flustered again and you close your legs with an audible slapping sound.

When you see Steve clean out his plate, you jump out of your seat, dragging the wood on the floor backwards.

“I’ll do the dishes!” you volunteer abruptly and your fork drops and clatters on the floor. You bend over to pick it up but a huge palm grips your leg, just above your knee.

“I got it angel,” Steve tells you with a wink and kneels to pick up the fallen item, he’s disappeared from under the table while you wait for him to emerge. You yelp when his palm grazes your thigh, grasping it for leverage as he rises to his feet right in front of you, body pressed against yours. “Here you go.”

You chirp out a thank you and quickly back away from him, gathering the dishes to bring to the sink. You don’t dare to look and turn back to him. Steve sighs happily at the way your sweet ass jiggles as you move, cupping his hardening cock at the sight of you, all pliant and domesticated under his roof.

You hear the dining chairs drag on the floor as he tucks them in, only exhaling when you’re sure that he had retreated back to his home office. You cuss again as you finally look back to check. When the cost is clear, you reach for your thong, pulling back the wedgie all your squirming had caused. The lace was sticky with your juices at all the tension Steve had created.

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Two soft knocks on your open door make you look up from your book. You were on your stomach, feet up in the air as you tried to finish a paper due. Steve opens the door wider and leans on the frame, arms crossed in front of him.

“You good for a break? I forgot to give you dessert,” you swallow hard at his voice, soft and alluring. He extends out a hand for you when you don’t budge, “Come on, angel. Give that big brain of yours a small break. I’ll make it worth it.”

You really had to start seeing a therapist for every issue you had. Starting with the fact that everything that comes out of your best friend’s step father’s mouth sounds like an open invitation for sex. You already changed into fresh underwear after that fiasco of a dinner. Now it seems that the dampness is returning with a vengeance.

“Okay,” you finally agree and leave the bed. He grabs your hand as you approach him and you go downstairs with intertwined fingers.

You keep looking at his massive hands enveloping yours. His fingers were more than twice the size of yours. You bet that if you held on his wrist, you won’t be able to clutch around him. Makes you wonder if you can hold him wholly in one hand—

Nope! You shake your head at the inappropriate thought. Concentrating on the supposed dessert you’d be sharing. But Steve doesn’t lead you back to the dining room or the kitchen. You were headed into his office.

“I was going to eat it in here,” he shrugs when you stop at your tracks in front of the wooden door. “You don’t mind do you?”

You look up at him, lashes fluttering. You bite the tip of your index as you decide. Why were you nervous? Steve was being cordial. You were being a hornball.

“No, I don’t mind Mr. Rogers,” you sounded small and unsure.

“Steve, angel. Just—Steve.” He smiles at you softly, raising his hand to touch your cheek with his knuckle.

“Steve…” you close your eyes and lean into his touch. Lost in the softness of everything. His deep chuckle brings you back and he leads you inside, hand on the small of your back.

Your eyes adjust in the room’s dim lighting. Orange aglow from just two lamps inside the office: one by his mahogany desk and another by the bookshelf on the far wall. You spot the pie on top of the desk, cleared of any paper to make room for the dessert.

“I’ll give you a slice. You can just take a seat and relax. Let me do it,” you volunteer and approach his desk. But when you look over your shoulder, Steve was already behind you, pressing himself to sandwich you between himself and the table.

His hands brush up from your thighs to your hips, stopping to wrap his arms around your middle. You can feel his stiffness poking you from his sweatpants and you gasp. He nuzzles your hair, just right by your hear and he inhales deeply.

“Thank you, angel. Such a good girl you are,” his praise makes your heart flutter before it travels directly into your core, making your blood run hotter than usual.

You whimper but proceed to get him a slice of pie just like you promised. You should be protesting. He was wrapped around you, softly grinding his erection on your hip. But then again, you really had issues. Instead, you bent yourself forward towards the pie, bumping your ass on his crotch. When you hear his sharp intake of breath, you wiggle further into him.

You place a slice of pie on the dessert plate and maneuver yourself to face him. You perch your ass on the desk’s edge and look up at the hulking Adonis before you, smiling at him innocently. You swipe the cream with your index finger and offer that to him.

“Ahh,” you tell him to open his mouth for you and he obliges, pushing your knees wider so he could slot himself nearer you between your legs. He dips his head and takes your whole finger into his mouth. His tongue dances around your digit, cleaning off every bit of cream he could taste. When he gets everything off it, he pulls back, sucking your finger off and releasing it with a pop.

“So good, angel. Tastes like heaven,” he licks his lips and pulls you closer to him. He aligns himself with you cloth center and rubs himself.

You moan wantonly before dropping the plate you were holding to jump in his arms. He catches you and you immediately press your mouth on him. You kiss Steve openly, all tongue and teeth clashing as your self-control tips over the precipice. He returns it in kind, hands cupping your bottom and grinding himself up on you. His tongue explores your mouth and you feel breathless as he slowly gains the upper hand.

He tasted like cream. He tasted like how you imagined he’d taste. All sweet, strength and visceral need. You moan into his tongue and mouth, eyes clenched tight with desperation for him.

When you pull back to finally breathe, you see the mess you had made him. His hair was scattered in all directions from where your hands had roamed. His lips swollen from being kissed and prodded and bitten into. His cheeks were flushed as you panted in unison. Eyes looking up at you with adoration, searching for any sign that he should stop whatever this was he had incited.

You were no better. The strap of your sundress had fallen off your shoulder. Skirts rucked up almost to your waist. Your skin prickled with need as he held you in his arms. You wanted him so badly. More than anything you had ever thought of.

“I thought you were gonna give me a creampie? Eat me in your office?” you challenge him before dipping your head to suck on his neck. He growls and places you on top off his desk.

He scrambles to push your dress up and over your head, kissing you down with a push over the smooth wood. Your fingers excited pull on his shirt, urging it off of him as well. He takes it off in a hurry and throws it off haphazardly like he did your dress. He’s on your mouth again, tongue dominant and blind with boiling lust.

“I’m going to stuff you, angel. Fill you to the brim,” he threatens but your pussy only flutters at the promise. “But first, I’m going to have you cum all over my tongue.”

With that he disappears and dives between your thighs. Sucking on your inner thighs, sure to bruise by the morning. He pulls your fresh panties off but keeping them over your left thigh, dangling as he spreads you wide over the table. The image of your lace underwear, flimsily holding on to your leg makes you even wetter and you buck your hip to his face to signal him to get on with it.

“Patience, angel. I want this to be good for you.”

You were ready for a complaint but a thick stripe runs over your slit that makes you whine and squirm. He does it again three more times until he uses his fingers to spread your folds open, headed for that sweet, sweet pearl that he knows would drive you crazy. He attaches his lips in your clit and stays there for a while. He hooks one arm over your right thigh and pushes the left with his palm. He looks you in the eye and smirks before sucking on your clit mercilessly.

You try to kick a leg out when pleasure jolts all over your body. You cry out and twist but he has you locked down in his hold. You have no other choice but to take it as he laps at you like you were the first meal his had in a while. You call out to god, hoping that he would give you relief but its drowned out by Steve tongue.

Tears begin to form at the amount of pleasure you were trying to breathe through. You helplessly reach to grab on something but end up grabbing your tits instead, pulling and pinching at your nipples, crying out it delirious desire for Steve’s ministrations.

Everything had become too much and your back arches off the desk, yelling as you completion takes over every part of your body. Your eyes temporarily roll to the back of your head as your high travels within you.

Steve continues to lick you, slurping up your juices.

“Taste so good, angel.” He kisses your cunt and your inner thighs, his beard stained with your essence.

You sigh in satisfaction, reaching for his face with your shaking hand. You brush his hair back, strands falling over his eyes from his efforts of giving you an electric orgasm.

“Not tired yet, are you?” he asks as he stands again to his full height. You shake your head lazily and mouth a no with a goofy smile on your face. He returns it in kind, smiling with his perfect set of teeth, “Good because I need you on my cock.”

You moan at his dirty mouth. Energy renewed at the promised stuffing from him. You sit up on the desk, using your elbows to take a good look at him. His sweats had a massive tent on it and the outline of his cock startled you. It was—big.

“Fuck me,” you whimper under your breath as you imagine his giant schlong under the fabric. Steve looks down at where your eyes were focused and he gives you a cocky grin.

“Oh, I intend to my sweet little angel.”

He moves around the desk and sits himself on his leather office chair. Swiveling it to face the east wall. You twist your body to follow his movements, grinning wide as he taps his thighs with his hands, an order for you to sit on them.

You jump off the desk excitedly and follow him.

Steve pulls his pants off and out springs his large angrily leaking cock, oozing with bubbling precum. He was big for a second you were worried. He must have seen the trepidation on your features because now he was extending his hand out, grabbing your hips toward him. He kisses you dizzily, more fervor than before if that was even possible.

“It’ll be okay, angel. It will fit. We’ll make it fit.”

The softness in his voice makes you melt. Not to mention the tender concern that he had for you. You regain your bravery and nod, giving him a quick kiss before you climb up on his chair.

He positions both your knees on the arm rest, opening you wide above him. He pumps himself in his hand, gathering some of your slick to rub around your opening and on the tip of his cock before he aligns it with your center. The head is pushed in and you close your eyes, expecting pain. He whispers you reassurances as he slowly pushes in.

“Steve—“

“It’s okay—we’re okay—we’re—“

You drop on him, sitting down on him swiftly and he sheaths you with one swoop. You both cry out it unison, trying to get your bearing from being filled to the brim. You’d never had anyone as big as Steve before inside you. It felt like the tip was hitting up into your throat.

Shit. You hear Steve cuss as he looks down at the space where you were connected. He scrunches his nose and looks up at the ceiling, thanking anyone who was listening for your sweet and tight cunt currently trying to suck all of him in.

“Steve? Can I move now, please? I want to feel you,” you press your palms onto his chest, voice shaky with want.

Holy heaven above. The way you sweetly asked for his permission and the look on your face almost made him blow his load on the spot. At a loss for words, he dumbly nods his head and smiles.

You kiss him softly and lift yourself up, pulling into a kneeling position above him before you slowly drop down again. He moans loudly and then gasps. You were so tight. You were squeezing the life out of him. He’d never had anyone like this. And fuck, the noises you made as you tried to find your rhythm had him almost going blind with joy. You were perfect.

As your motion begins to pick up, Steve assists you by holding your waist. Guiding you up and down his cock, squelching sounds occupying the room when his moans and your whimpers had been muted by mere open mouths. He can’t help himself anymore and starts to meet your thrusts with his own, slamming up into your sopping cunt.

He grunts as he thrusts up. Almost going insane at how unbelievably delicious your pussy looks like around his cock. You were gripping him like a vice and sucking him greedily whenever he tries to pull free. He was close, so close.

“M’clo—close, Steve,” he let out, chirping at him as your tits bounce right above his face. He takes a nipple in his mouth and laves his tongue on the hardened pebble. You squirm and cry out, throwing your head back.

He’s close too. He’s almost there. How he managed to last this long was a miracle. He’d been so wound up ever since he walked through the door and saw you in a concentrated pout while you read on his dining table. He knew you wanted him just like he wanted you. The way you squirmed on your seat whenever he smiled at you. The way you shift from one foot to another when he was around. He just needed time. And now he was deep inside you, he wanted to embed himself even deeper.

He licks his fingers and inserts it between your bodies, reaching for your bud. He rubs it and swirls it around, at rhythm faster than the pace you were on.

“Go ahead, angel. Cum for me, cum.” Your legs give out and you scream his name in a high pitch. Your pleasure extends as he doesn’t stop his fingers from playing your chords. You gasp and twist in his hold, almost jumping out of the seat as he stimulates you beyond your own understanding.

“You did so great, so good, my sweet angel.” He whispers into your ear as you slump against him.

He lifts you up and changes your position, letting you sit on the chair instead. He anchors your knees over the armrests and pushes the chair right on the wall. He pushes himself back in and slams inside of you, this time at his own punishing pace and strength.

You’re putty against the leather seat, shaking your head as his cock hits your cervix ever single time he pushes in. You cry out his name, begging him and pleading him, for what you don’t know. You don’t want him to stop but at the same time it was all too much.

“Steve—please,” you choke out, incoherent and close passing out.

“I got you, angel—so good—so tight--,” he mumbles, he doesn’t know if he’s making sense. But the message is clear, you’re the best pussy he’s ever had.

He grunts, he can feel it now. His balls are tightening up, this is it. His hips stutter and he drives himself deep within you. With a shout, Steve empties himself, coating your walls with his desire as his mind starts to clear up.

He thrusts slowly, once, twice, three times. Making sure every drop is spent inside you. When he’s satisfied and his dick starts to return to being half hard, he pulls out. His and your juices oozing out of your puffy cunt, still twitching for more.

Steve dips his head and kisses you deeply, soft and appreciative.

You were on your way to the coffee shop a few blocks away from your dorm. It was the same coffee shop Bucky took you the first time you met. Ever since then you visited regularly, even when you weren't talking to him.

You pushed through the glass door, making the bell ring. There were only a few people sitting at the small round tables inside and quiet music playing in the background. That place ate away at your bank account, probably more than it should have, but the coffee and pastries were totally worth it.

You stood in line, looking up at the menu that you probably had memorized, trying to decide what to get. You knew you were going to get the same coffee you always got, but the pastry on the side always changed. You tapped your bottom lip with your finger as you tried to choose between something salty and something sweet.

You ended up with your usual coffee and a chocolate chip muffin. You held the brown paper bag and your cup in your left hand while you walked down the street. In your other hand you held your phone, trying to unlock it so you could call Nat.

You were headed to the guys' apartment to have a girls night while the boys went out to a sports bar. You fumbled with your phone, trying text while also walking through the busy sidewalk.

You accidentally walked into someone, your phone almost slipping away and your coffee spilling all over your shirt while your muffin splatted onto the concrete.

You cursed silently and bent down to pick the pastry up off the ground. The other person also bent down to help, but their forehead smacked the top of your head. You cursed again and rub the spot at the top of your skull, looking up to see Thor holding your paper bag.

He gave you a nervous smile and you rolled your eyes. “I promise, I’m not following you.” He handed you your bag and his eyes ran over you.

You pushed past him to walk away and he grabbed your arm, making you turn around quickly.

“Let me buy you another coffee,” the way he spoke was the complete opposite of the grip he had on your arm. “Please, Y/N?” He begged.

You sighed and gave in, he let go of your arm and you look down at your shirt. “And a muffin?”

“And a muffin,” he agreed with a soft smile.

You walked for a block in silence, but it didn’t last long.

“How’s the internship?” He asked, leading you across the street with his hand hovering over the small of your back.

“It’s a real job now,” you replied quietly. “Got a new boss and everything.”

“That’s great, that’s really great,” he smiled down at you. “I’m really proud of you, you know?”

You looked up at him in surprise, “hm,” you scrunched your nose up.

He chuckled, “I am. I know you wanted to have a serious career.”

You scoffed and he shook his head at you with a smile.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” You gave him a doubtful look and he continued. “I listened to you, I'm not just a pretty face."

You rolled your eyes at him and he flashed his pearly whites. He opened the door for you, then ordered your coffee and muffin along with a coffee for himself and one of the cafe shirts.

"Go change into this," He handed you the shirt and pointed to the bathroom in the back.

You made your way to the bathroom with the shirt, mumbling curses to yourself. The shirt you were wearing was one of your favorites and it made your heart sink to see the giant coffee stain on the front. You stuffed your soiled t-shirt into your bag and rushed out of the bathroom. Thor handed you your coffee and the two of you walked out of the cafe.

You took a sip and moaned silently, coffee definitely made up for how awkward you felt. "You know my order?"

He laughed again, "Of course I do, I've bought you a few coffees." He nudged you with his elbow.

"But you got them wrong every time," You messed with your shirt.

"Not every time," He argued. "I don't think I'll ever forget you drunkenly explaining to me what your exact coffee order is and why."

You scrunched your nose up and cringed.

"I like when you do that," He gestured to you with his cup while turning his body a little.

"What? Act like a messy drunk?" You huffed a laugh and shook your head before taking another drink.

"No, when you do that with your nose." He admitted quietly, you looked up at him again with wide eyes. "Y/N, I know I probably shouldn't do this, but I really need to tell you this." He stopped you and you looked at him a puzzled look. "I shouldn't've let you go-"

"Thor, you can't do this right now- " You began to walk away into the street, but he grabbed your arm before you could step into the street and I’m front of oncoming traffic.

He pulled you into him, but let go as soon as you were balanced again, "Come on, Y/N," He gave you pleading eyes. "You said that last time, I need to tell you this."

"You don't need to tell me anything," You took a step back. "Why are you doing this?"

"Y/N, please," he begged. "I was stupid-"

"Yeah, no shit." You mumbled.

"I have no clue why I didn't just ask you out on a date like a normal person, but I should've." He rubbed his eyes with his fingertips. "I should've taken you on a proper date instead of being an idiot."

"Thor-"

"When Steve invited me to that party he talked about you like you were this amazing girl and then when I met you I knew he was right. Once I saw how you played beer pong and how you handled your liquor, I was in trouble. Fuck, I even got sad when you left in the mornings and I waited for you to text me at night. Most of the time I didn't even want to have sex, I just wanted to see you." He exhaled and moved a little closer. "Give me another chance."

"Thor, I can't- I'm sorry, but I can't be with you." You pulled back again. "You need to stop, this is crazy. You called this off." You gestured between yourself and him. "Did you want me to suddenly realize that I've been in love with you this whole time? Were you expecting me to fall head over heels for you because you made a grand gesture and bought me a fucking cup of coffee??"

He widened his eyes at your outburst, "I'm sorry, Oh god, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me." He looked down and shook his head. "I don't know, I just wish it was me. I wish you were taking me to your fancy work thingies and sneaking off at parties with me."

You softened and put a hand on his forearm, "Thor, you can't have that. I'm sorry, but we can't have that. I'm with Bucky now and I love him. If you had these same feelings five months ago, then maybe, but you didn't and that's probably for the best."

"Yeah, yeah," He nodded his head slowly, "You're right, this was all too little, too late." He held his coffee up a little and gave a weak smile. "I'm happy for you."

You gave him a gentle smile and put your hand on his cheek, he leaned into your touch with a sad look, "Take care of yourself, Thor." Then you walked away.

You walked into Bucky's apartment and immediately made your way to his bedroom, ignoring the Sam and Steve's greetings from the couch. You pushed through his door door while pulling the t-shirt over your head.

"Woah, okay, great to see you too." Bucky spoke as he sat down on the bed. "I think you should walk in like this every time."

You shot a glare at him and stumbled to his closet while kicking your pants off. "I just wanna get out of these clothes, I spilled my drink and now I smell like coffee cake."

"Is that a shirt from the coffee shop down the street?" He stood behind you, with his hands on your hips and his chest pressed against your back while you searched through his clothes. "They're expensive, can I have it?"

"NO!" You turned around hesitantly and looked up at him, "I gotta tell you something, but you gotta promise you won't get mad."

"Okay, well when you say it like that ... but sure, I won't get mad." He backed up and sat down on the bed.

"Well, I got my coffee and I was walking back here, but I walked into someone and it spilled on my shirt." You twisted your foot on its ball. "And it was Thor ..." He raised an eyebrow at you. "He offered to buy me another coffee-"

"And you said no," He interrupted and stood up. "Right?"

"Well, no ... he dropped my muffin too ..." You looked up at him and quickly moved your eyes back to the ground when you saw that eyebrows were knitted together.

"Doll," He exhaled exhaustedly as he walked towards you and lifted your chin, "As long as it was just coffee."

You put your hands on his chest and pushed him away before he could dip his head down to kiss you. "He got me that shirt because he ruined the one I was wearing and on the way back he started talking about how he wishes he committed to me and it was super weird and I just wanted to punch him in his giant head." You hung your head and pressed it against his sternum. "I'm sorry, I just wanted a coffee, I should've just bought another one on my own." You put your chin on his chest and gave him puppy-dog eyes.

He pouted his lip at you then kissed your nose, "Yeah, you should've." Bucky chuckled and then pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "I can't believe he tried to steal you, what a loser." He mumbled against your lips.

"Well, I am perfect, so is it really a surprise?" You joked and he pushed your head away.

Bucky kissed your forehead. "Well, I think we're gonna leave in an about an hour, so I have some time if you wanna ..." he slid his hands up your bare sides and moved to unhook your bra. "Oh, look at that, the girls are coming out to play," He moved down to kiss you.

You leaned back and put your thumbs on his lips before he could make contact. "Even though I love when you hang out with the girls, I need to get ready for tonight and I wanna take a shower."

He perked up and slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders, "Do you want me to come with?"

You ran your eyes over him, his black t-shirt that was a size too tight and his arm whirring as he held you closer.

As much as you wanted to say yes, you still shook your head and reached back for your towel, "I just wanna rise off." You pecked his lips while wrapping the towel around your body.

"Well, can I come sit with you?" He smiled. "I haven't seen you all day."

You kissed the dimple on his chin, "Of course you can, but you can't get in." You gently put a fist on his chest.

He gasped dramatically, "I would never," then pressed a kiss to your lips. "I'll just peek my head in a few times to make sure you're still ... okay in there."

You giggle against his lips, "Okay, bub."

You finished picking out some of Bucky's clothes wear after your shower, all you wanted was to be surrounded by his smell and wear his clothes so it would feel like he was cuddling you.

"He what?" Nat was beyond pissed when you told her what Thor did.

The boys had left for their boys' night a few hours before, leaving the ladies to get drunk in the comfort of their own pjs.

"You need to file a retraining order," She continued while uncorking a bottle of wine.

You scoffed while taking the last gulp from your glass.

"I'm fucking serious," She refilled her glass. "He's literally been everywhere. Did you know he asks Steve to hang out? Like does he not see that Steve is loyal to you."

"Stop, he doesn't really have any friends. Let's just watch that shitty movie and talk about something else." You pulled her to the couch where Sharon and Wanda sat.

"So, Shar, what was that cold shoulder Sam gave you on his way out?" Wanda pressed while sipping her drink.

"Oh, he was just mad because I didn't let him stick it in before he left," She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Okay so we weren't supposed to let them hit before they left? Because I thought that we do that so they remember to come home." Nat faked a puzzled look.

"No, we're not supposed to do that because then they'll have it on their minds the entire time." Wanda reminded her.

"Yeah, that's it," You agreed, "And when they get home the sex'll be ten times better than if you gave in before they left."

They all hummed in agreement while nodding. For the next few hours you all chatted about how classes were going and other recent happenings in your life while nursing a few bottles of inexpensive wine.

"You know, I love having parties and going out and all that shit," Nat started while cuddling up next to you on the couch, "but I live for these nights where we can just get trashed in our pjs."

"Yes, oh my god, so true." Sharon slurred, her head leaning on Wanda's shoulder. "Most of the time we're getting ready and choosing these tight outfits and it's not even worth it, like why can't we just go out in this?" She tugged at her oversized t-shirt.

You nodded sleepily, "I just like how chill staying at home is, no drama."

Then, as if on cue, the boys came busting through the door, making the four of you jump.

"Get ice!" Sam called as he held dragged Bucky in. Vis followed with Steve on his arm.

You were frozen in place, watching your boyfriend get dragged into his apartment with a busted and bruised face. You quickly snapped out of it when Nat pushed the blanket off your lap so she should get to the kitchen.

"What the fuck?" You yelled, while the boys sat their bloody friends on the couch. You rushed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Bucky's head drooped back as he tried to focus on you coming back down the hall. You sat down and pushed your hand through his hair to get it off his face. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he slouched into you.

"What the fuck happened Sam?" You looked up at him with glossy eyes.

"He got into a fight," Sam responded with a nervous look on his face.

Vis and Sam were untouched, the only blood on their clothes was from the other two. Steve wasn't as bad, he came back to the living room with two ice packs. "We saw Thor," he grunted while putting one up to his eye.

"What? Bucky? You need to look at me, stay awake, okay?" You held his head up and he groaned. "There ya go. Hi baby." You softened your voice when he opened his eyes and smiled at you.

"Hi, hi, you’re so pretty." He smiled and held your cheeks in his palms. "I'm sorry." he pushed his bottom lip out and frowned. "I'm so sorry." You looked up at his messy hair and slight stubble and the dimple on his chin, your favorite place to kiss.

"Oh, Bucky," You pushed his hands down and put the ice pack to his cheek. "You don't have to be sorry, just don't fall asleep." You moved to his lap and started rummaging through the first aid kit.

"Steve, sit down and tell me what happened," You ordered. "Also your nose is bleeding," You handed him some gauze, "Don't skip a single detail."

He stuffed the gauze into his nose and started talking with the ice pack to his eye, "We were drinking and watching the game, exactly what we were supposed to do," He pulled the red cotton out of his nose and wiped with a clean one before continuing, "And then Thor came in with his brother and saw us, and he was already a little drunk too, then he came over and started fucking with Bucky."

You eyebrows sloped together and you turned to look at Bucky who was flashing a weak smile. You ran your finger over the cut on his lip before kissing it gently. "You poor baby."

"Uhm, actually, Bucky threw the first punch," Vis chimed in. "Like 20 minutes after Thor left our booth."

"DUDE! shuuhht uhpp!" Sam scolded the skinny boy and pushed him, making him take a few steps back.

You looked at Steve and he nodded reluctantly, "But Thor was saying some pretty nasty things ... like about you."

"Like about me??" You were fuming, trying to stop your hands from shaking long enough to clean Bucky's cuts.

"Yeah, you know like what spot to kiss on your neck and what makes you-" Steve explained while poking at his eye.

"Please stop!" You cut him off before he could say anything else.

"You said you wanted every detail! Plus we know all about your kinky little secrets now, so there's no need to be shy." Steve joked, earning a smack on the back of his head from Nat.

"I need a cigarette," Bucky started to stand with you in his arms.

"No you don't, you need to sit here with your eyes open," You pushed him back down and forced his eyes open.

"Okayy well we're going to bed," Sharon sensed the tension and grabbed Sam's hand, pulling him to his bedroom while ignoring his drunken protests.

"Oh, yeah, we need to go too," Wanda did the same with Vis, awkwardly pushing him to the guest bedroom they always stayed in.

There was a few minutes where the only sound in the living room was Steve and Bucky wincing as you and Nat cleaned them up. Steve was in way better shape and Nat was used to cleaning him up after fights. By the time they were done and in their room, you were just finishing up his face. You asked Bucky a few questions to check for a concussion, but there was barely any unnecessary eye contact and conversation other than that.

"I'm really sorry doll," Bucky ran his left hand over your hair and looked at you lovingly, while you cleaned his knuckles. "I just couldn't sit there while he got to enjoy his night after he was talking about you like that."

"Hmm," You nodded while chewing the inside of your lip, "You let me think he came after you."

"He did!" Bucky sat up and interlocked his hands behind your back. "He came after me when he was saying all those things about you."

"I don't care. You don't have a concussion, so you can go get your cigarette now," You responded exhaustedly as you got off his lap to head for his bedroom. "I'm going to bed."

"Doll! Y/N!" Bucky called while following you.

He walked in to see you kicking your pants off and crawling under the blanket. You turned your back to him and curled up in a ball with your eyes screwed shut.

He knelt beside you and put a hand on your cheek, "Baby, I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad at me." He gently begged while his thumb stroked your cheekbone.

You opened your eyes, but kept your eyebrows furrowed. You pushed his hand away and he sat back with his legs crossed, you sat up and looked down at him. "What were you thinking? I almost had a heart attack when you came through the door looking like that."

He looked down at his hands while you continued, "Bucky I love you so much," you sighed, "but you can't get into petty bar fights because some asshole said something about me and I’m not even there."

Bucky looked up at you and held your foot in his hand, "You don't understand, he had this smug look on his face," he kissed the inside of your ankle, "I couldn’t just sit there while he talked about you like that, while he talked about my best girl and said those things about you, things only I should know."

You didn’t reply, but your face softened as Bucky stood with your foot still in his hand. He leaned you back on the bed while running his hand up the outside of you leg, wrapping it around his waist. He gave you a mischievous smile and you couldn’t hide the one that was forming on your face.

"You still mad at me?" he mumbled against your lips while pulling his jacket off.

"So fucking pissed," You replied while helping him undo his belt buckle.

He kicked his pants off and crawled between your legs, reattaching to your lips, "Well, I can't have that." He smiled when you slid your hands under his shirt, begging him to take it off.

"Did you win?" You asked while sitting up on your elbows to watch him pull his shirt off.

"Of course I won," He mumbled while moving his head into your neck. "Now I need my prize."

You whimpered when he kissed the sweet spot on your neck.

"I guess he was right about that one," Bucky joked while sitting up to help you take your shirt off.

"Shut up," You bit back while pulling him back into a rough kiss.

"Ow- Fuck-" He groaned and sat up on his heels, "My lip, fuck." He put a finger up to the cut and felt for blood.

You tried to stifle a giggle, "Sorry baby."

"Oh yeah? You think this is funny?" He grumbled while you leaned up to meet his lips again.

"Yeah, I mean, yeah, you did this to yourself," You taunt.

"So ungrateful," He grunted while pushing you back against the bed.

Bucky slid two cold fingers into your underwear and moved them from your dripping hole back to your clit. He made slow circles and applied pressure while his other hand played with your boobs. Bucky felt you getting close, he fingers were dripping with your arousal and your chest covered in his spit.

"Bucky, please-" You held onto his wrist and bicep, looking into his bright blue eyes that never failed to make your knees weak.

He grunted and pulled your panties off and adjusted to kneel between your thighs. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and tapped it on your clit a few times, "Fuck, doll, can't believe this is all mine." His other hand running up and down your body, squeezing and pinching whatever he could.

You whined and rolled your hips forward, he chuckled and bent down to give you soft kisses. He ran his tip up your slit, making you jerk your hips up each time he bumped your bundle of nerves. You dragged your fingers down his back and gripped his sides, trying to pull him closer.

He held himself up with his left hand next to your head and sunk into you, pulling desperate moans from both of your mouths. Bucky buried his face in your neck and rolled his hips into again while gripping your hip with one hand.

You held onto his back, digging your nails into his shoulders as he pounded into you. He pulled back to look at your face and your hands slid down his shoulders to wrap around his biceps.

Bucky rested his forehead on yours, "Still mad?" He panted out between thrusts.

"If you keep fucking me like this," You replied, your knuckles getting white as they tightened around his arms.

He grunted and moved his left hand to the headboard then dug his fingertips into your waist. Bucky started ruthlessly snapping his hips into yours, while you anchored yourself by holding his shoulders.

You writhed and trembled under him, throwing your head back into the pillow. Your neck was inched away from his mouth and Bucky couldn't help himself as he licked up the column of your throat.

You bit into your lip, trying to stifle your moans. A wave of heat washed over you when Bucky took his hand off your hip and interlocks his fingers with yours.

"What about now?" He grunted, grinning at the sight of you under him.

You were too close to your release to respond, your eyes rolling back with each snap of his hips. Bucky could feel how close you were, the way you clenched around him made him curse.

"Fuck, turn around," He let go of the headboard and flipped you on your stomach. He pushed down on the middle of your back, your face burying in the pillows while he brought you on your knees so your ass was up.

Bucky kneaded the flesh on your ass and you moved back against him. He chuckled and kept one hand pushing down on the small of your back so he could push in again. He let out a choked moan and threw his head back, while you fisted the pillows and arched your back further.

"Fuck, baby, you look so pretty like this." He praised while gripping your hips and thrusting into you.

You moaned his name and it drove him wild. He put his left hand on the headboard and the other between your shoulder blades as he fucked into you. There was no attempt at muffling the sounds of his grunts and your moans as he drilled into you.

"Fuck, Bucky," You whined with your eyes screwed shut, "Shit, right there."

He moved his hand from between your shoulders and grabbed the back of your neck. You whimpered as fucked you into the mattress, beads of sweat falling off his forehead and onto your back. You arched farther, the sound of his skin slapping against yours pushing you to your climax.

He tightened his hold on your neck and your high came crashing down, letting out a muffled moan as you shook violently. Bucky's grip on the headboard tightened and the wood splintered under his iron grip.

The feeling of you pulsing around him while you trembled and panted pulled him down with you. After a few hard thrusts that had you begging for mercy, his hips stuttered and eventually stilled as he spilled into you. He gave a few sloppy thrusts to fuck it into you further.

"Fuck, Y/N," He spoke between heavy breaths, "You're fucking perfect."

You shivered when he ran his nose up your spine, moving your hair so he could kiss your shoulder. He pulled out and your knees gave out, making you bounce on the bed as you flattened out. Bucky fell to your side and rubbed his hand up and down your bare back, squeezing your ass every time he ran his hand over it.

He kissed your nose, "You know I love you, right?" He mumbled while moving your hair off your face.

"I know," You whispered.

"I didn't mean to fight him," He said softly. "I love you more than anything. You're my girl, I never wanna hear another prick talk about you like that ever again." He huffed while getting off the bed.

You flipped over and watched him grab a towel then wipe between your legs, the bruises on his face darkened a little and his knuckled were red. He handed you the bottle from his nightstand and tossed the towel on his chair.

You stood up and found some of his clothes, slipping the oversized pieces over your body before walking to the door in silence.

"Where you going?" He grumbled sleepily while pulling the sheet over his legs.

"Gotta pee," You mumbled while slipping into the hallway.

You headed for the bathroom while scratching the back of your head and yawning. All of the lights in the apartment were off, but there was some coming in the windows from the street lamps.

You took care of your business in the washroom, taking an extra second to fix your appearance. You dried your hands and flicked the switch in the bathroom off while opening the door.

"Hey Y/N," Steve whisper-yelled as you slammed into him.

"Fuck! Steve!" You gasped while slapping his chest. "The fuck are you doing here?"

"Ow, fuck," He whined while rubbing his hand where you hit him, "God, those boney hands are like little knives." He pointed a finger, centimeters from your nose. "I fucking live here! I just need to pee!"

"Why are you creeping outside the door?" You whispered angrily.

"You and Bucky woke me up and then I had to pee because I drank too much." He shot back. "And it sounded like you and Bucky-boy patched things up or do you still hate him for defending your honor?"

"He wasn't defending my honor, Steve," You squinted your eyes at him. "He was being a drunk idiot! Something you should be familiar with!"

"Fuuhck you," Steve leaned back and laughed a little, "He was on the edge for 20 minutes and I tried to talk him down! But he was set on making sure Thor 'knew who you belonged to!' I cut him off and missed most of the game! I got a fucking black eye because he's crazy in love with you!"

"You're full of shit!" You pointed at him. "Who I belong to? He wouldn't say something that fucking stupid." You scoffed and pushed Steve away.

He grabbed your wrist to stop you from walking away, "I'm serious, I've never seen him in love like this. Cut him some slack, Thor was saying some pretty nasty stuff about you, like na-has-tee." Steve opened his eyes wide to emphasize. He gave you a nervous chuckle, his eyes shifting around your face to look at your scowl in the dim lighting. "Come on, Y/N, I got this shiner for you too." He pointed to his eye and pouted his bottom lip then smiled.

Steve had the most contagious smile, anytime those pearly whites made an appearance everyone knew they'd get into some sort of trouble. You couldn't stay mad at him for long, this was the same guy that watched shitty movies with you even though he hated it, he was one of your best friends. You relaxed and shook your head at him with a small smile.

He let go of your arm and you chewed on your lip while looking up at the blonde, "Sorry," You pulled him into a hug, "You're a great friend," You pulled away and messed up his hair, "But still an idiot."

He gave you one last squeeze before letting you go, "Go get some rest, Champ." He joked and pushed you down the hall.

"Have a nice bathroom break," You called with your back to him.

You crawled into bed next to a sleeping Bucky, his mouth open as he snored. You wrapped an arm around his chest and a leg around his waist while you spooned him.

"I love you baby," He groaned sleepily when you held him closer. "I won't fight ever again, if it means that much to you. Plus it hurts so bad." You peeked over his shoulder to see his scrunched up face.

You tucked your hand into his shirt and rubbed his stomach, "Good," You whispered before kissing his cheek making him hum as he ran his hand along your thigh.

a/n: bucky is literally so corny. tell me what you think, i love hearing what you have to say and what you think is gonna happen next.

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